HEH! I’ve had a beard for so long even I don’t remember what I look like anymore.
That is shocking, about the jewlery, Sean. Any jewelry bought for me gets WORN! All the time. I love unusual earrings! But my husband knows the way to my heart is through my feet. I’m sure he’ll get me some shoes. I also noticed the Lands End catalog creased open to the Supima Cotton jammies I was admiring, so I’m sorta thinking that. Plus, our anniversary is coming up March 3, (married on 3-3, tell me that wasn’t a terrific Evil Plan on my part!), so I’m expecting Present Central over the next few weeks. 
Boob squish: I see I’m not the only one avoiding it. My gyn told me … lord, … seven years ago to get a baseline mammogram, and I never did it. Now, I’m 42. No mammo. And right now I’m nursing so the tender aspect is even more, ah, tender. I’m getting the Furrowed Brow and Tight Lips of Disapproval over this from dear hubby (even though he’s not Episcopal but currently turning from Methodist to Catholic [envision chameleon-like being]). But I must say, he does the Furrowed Brow part amazingly well.
Oh oh oh!!! – Did I mention my new mattress?? TEMPUREDIC. The big squishy block of foam that you just siiinnnnnk into, and it forms your own little personal nest there. I’m not quite used to it, and the pillow is currently biting my ear, but I assume I’ll acclimate eventually.
Oh and swampy I must say you are CERTAINLY hard up for entertainment if you find planning commission meetings interesting. Of course I’ve attended a lifetime supply of public meetings. For … hm… five years I was a newspaper reporter and I attended MILLIONS (well, that’s what it seems like … MILLIONS of P&Z Commission, City Council, School Board, Library Board, Housing Authority ETC ETC meetings and banged out bazillions of stories on such interesting topics as zoning variances, street-cleaner purchases, appointments of crossing guards, installation of street lights, purchase of school cafeteria food (always to low bidder; aren’t you suprised) … and on and on!! Please, please God make it so I never have to attend a public meeting again. Of course, I can see how it might be interesting if I didn’t have to take notes on the whole thing and write about it.
Today I’m talking to other PBS communications department people about advertising decisions for on-air pledge, coming up in March. So all ye public television watchers, you’re on notice! The beg-a-thons soon will begin! 
You’re welcome.
Morning, everybody! I can’t believe this week isn’t over yet. I want to go home and curl up in a little ball under the covers and stay there until Monday morning. It’s just been that kind of week. Alas, there is painting and bookcase-putting-together and unpacking and hauling-to-storage still to be done … but I’m thinking of sleeping in tomorrow. My roommate told me last night that a friend of hers asked if we’d like to go to the movies tonight … and I said no! I said no to the movies! That’s a sure sign that I’m effing exhausted.
I want to go home.
FairyChatMom said if I post here, I’d be a cool kid. Is that true? :dubious:
I don’t feel any different. Does it not happen 'till I hit the Submit Reply button? Will someone send me some kind of great award? Like a lamp shaped like a woman’s leg? Are there any benefits to being a cool kid? Because all the cool kids from my high school seemed to have ended up divorced, fat, balding, and in dead-end jobs. That’s not going to happen to me, is it? Oh, MAN! What was I thinking, posting here in the MMP? Now I’m worried. Maybe instead of hitting the Submit Reply button, I should hit the Back button.
I would like that lamp, though.
Unfortunately, I’m at work so no pj’s today. But it is Friday so I’m in jeans instead of dressed up.
Thanks for all the wishes everyone. Interview’s at noon so I’ll be back to let y’all know how it went after that.
Hey! I resent that! I’m a waaaaay sophistimicated RPI girl! No Dutch girl is going to out-sophistimicate me! :mad:
Of course it’s true. You get to direct the cool-kid traffic.
Well. Lookee at him, barging in here and demanding presents and all.
Winny -sit down and observe the MMP for awhile (at least 20 minutes). Do we seem the types to have leg lamps?
Ok, let me rephrase that.
Do we seem the types to just up and give away leg lamps for the asking?
Iffen you’re good and nice and friendly, someone MIGHT send you some ceramics.
Or not.
But you’re welcome to stay–I wandered in a few months ago and the water is fine here. There are even mints on the pillows at noc!
the Cool Kids are completely different from the poseurs you knew in high school. This is the Real Deal. Wear it proudly and use it wisely.
Heh. It’s funny, after all this time I’m still a bit surprised and flattered that people actually read my posts. Thanks, mate.
Hey-if you’re an RPI girl–HELP Rifty --he wants some fresh RPI girl flesh, dammit! <breaks into song>He is all alone, all by himself, there is noone here beside him…he’s all alone, just all alone, noone to comfort him or guide him…
(and someday, I’ll actually see Spamalot!)
Welcome Winston Smith! As a cool kid, you get a nickname first. I propose either Wins or Smitty. We’ll let the others decide by popular vote. It’s a rule. You get a nickname. Also, you just get to be cool. Plus ramble on and on and on and on about whatever you like cause in here nobody cares. I mean, this week alone has been cooking, power tools, grad school apps and boob squishing just to name a few of the many topics covered. Just relax, sit back and feel the cool jakeiness (it’s a word!) of the MMP!
Your post has been condensed by the condenser! Err. Sorry.
And yes, y’all do seem like the types that might have leg lamps. Or something. But FCM specificall said that if I posted here I’d be a cool kid, and I just want to know how that fact will be commemorated. Requesting a lamp doesn’t seem unreasonable. If you don’t have any leg lamps, I’ll take that one
-over there-
on the end table. But not the cat, which I’m allergic to. Speaking of which, could you give the lamp a good wipe down with some windex or something to get the cat dander off of it? Thanks! That cranberry candy dish is lovely, by the way…
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There ya go.
Yes…yes it is true…we ARE the cool kids. So there! 
As a matter of fact, there used to be a lamp. Sort of. Technically a chandelier is a lamp, no? Our very own fcm [del]tried to dump it on[/del] offered it to new MMPers as part of their initiation. They in turn must send her chocolate cause she’s nice, dammit! I think cartooniverse has it now.
Another unspoken rule is you get a nickname. Hmmmm, how about “smitty?” (On preview I see our minds are still synchronized, bear.)
Swampy, do I get to vote on my nickname? My vote is anything but Winny. No offense intended, eleanorigby.
How about Super Captain Cool Man? That’s a pretty cool nickname.
Looks like Smitty is the front runner. You do not get a choice. It’ll just be whatever most of us start calling you, Smitty. Of course even your nickname could lead to other names. F’rinstance, I’m swampy, swampus, swampusaurus, and other stuff.
You can’t pick your own nickname. Have you not seen the “I’m spicy!” commercial?
Hmm … Smitty is my grampa’s name, but I’m cool with that. While I enjoy Super Captain Cool Man, you have to remember that we lurve to abbreviate, which will make you SCCM, which will inevitably turn into Suckem in everybody’s inner monologue, and do you really want that to be your name?
I say go with Smitty.
Welcome, Winston! Or whatever your name is going to be in the MMP. You are now officially a Cool Kid. This, of course, makes all the other Dopers jealous.
Or it would if we maintained any kind of exclusivity at all.
You may also mail me chocolate, although I’m not as nice as FCM, and she gets first dibs.
I’m trying to remember everything I have to do today. I should (not in order of importance) a) make danish pastry, b) bake a loaf or two of bread for my co-worker who always eats canned soup and I feel sorry for her, c) clean the bathroom, d) mail a package, e) make a big pot or two of something for us to eat over the weekend. I’m thinking maybe sesame beef noodles and lentil soup of something.
It’s all snowy outside, so walking will be fun. If it keeps on snowing Attacks Husband and I might be able to do a snow fort tonight. We need a good foot and a half of snow, though.
And I’ll put a plug in for '84…
Mornin’, cool kids! Hiya, Smitty! Nice if you to join us!
I, however, am a bit miffed that no one has thought up a nick for me. Y’all call me Dolores. Even in real life I never had a nickname. My name is Robin. Sometimes my parents called me Rob.
*:: whines ::
I want a good MMP nickname, too!*
Now, see–IFFEN this was RL, Whiney, uh, I mean Winny, would become your nickname–just because you don’t like it.
But we are the True Cool Kids. So, Winny is out.
And I just want to say that I don’t think we “ramble”. We are the Keepers of the Flame of Mudane, Pointless Things I (we) Must Share. MMP is indeed mundane and pointless (mostly), but it’s also friendly, supportive, calming and funny.
That’ll be $5 and chocolate.