Yeah but if you flush wrapping paper it clogs the terlit, So There! 
When I pulled the wrapping stuff down from the attic, I discovered I had 6 never used rolls of wrapping paper plus several partially used rolls. I also have appeared to corner the market on that red and green tissue stuff. So, what do I do but put everything minus two presents in those nifty Christmas bags, of which I also have a ton of. Seems I do remember going out right after Christmas last year and stocking up. Think I’ll see if’n I can do that with those bags this year and maybe give most of the wrapping paper away.
Wow, a lot of birthdays. Happy birthday to all you birthday-type people!
Yeah, seriously. 26-year olds don’t know jack. (says the 21-year-old )
Y’all are OLD. 30th birthdays!? Man oh man. I don’t know what I’ll do when I get there.
Swampy is a very sharp bear, is all I’m sayin’.
I’m having trouble focusing here today. Lots of people are out on vacation (including my boss). Tonight I’ll be seeing The Santaland Diaries, which is based on a story by David Sedaris. It should be really funny. Even though tomorrow is my actual birthday, we’ll be celebrating on Friday night by going out to a fancy dinner.
Man, I’m still a little tired this morning. I’ve been awake for more than 5 hours, but dang if I don’t feel like I’m still asleep.
Harrumph, I will have you know I am NOT old. Besides, women only get better with age. We know what we want and we don’t play games. We don’t need to act all coy and flirtatious.
I used to have a ton of wrapping paper. As a matter of fact, I do have one giganto roll of wrapping paper left. It came from Costco. But, I don’t have enough ribbons or bows, and big as that roll is, I’m not sure it’s enough to wrap everything I’ve purchased.
My co-worker and I were talking about our lack of focus today too, scout. I have stuff that needs doing, but, meh, I’m just not feeling it. Once I have my meeting with the acting chief I can post a report to our higher headquarters. That’s my only pressing, MUST DO, thing. The other things, well, if it takes me a little longer it’s not a BFD.
I should do something productive now.
Wish I had time to post more. Then I wouldn’t always be trying to catch up on Wednesday or Thursday.
Sorry I missed this earlier: Picu, tell hubby “goodonya” for trying to quit smoking. It’s one of the best things anyone can do for themselves. Iffen I hadn’t quit lo these 18 years ago I’d likely be dead now, like some of my friends.
Before my little adventure I was on Gemfibrozil 600mg and Metformin 1000mg twice a day and aspirin 81mg once a day. But Metformin is one of those drugs you have to sneak up on, so, since I was off it for 3 days, I’m now working my way back up to full dosage. The heart doc put me on Plavix 75mg, Toprol 50mg, and Lisinopril 5mg once a day and upped my aspirin to 325mg. When I saw my regular doc, he said that looks fine but wanted to up my Lisinopril to 10mg/day. That’s when my stomach rebelled and so I dropped back to 5mg after 3 days. My pharmacy (Costco) gives out rather lengthy caution sheets with all meds and all the new stuff says “may cause stomach upset, yada, yada.” Regular doc says that anytime they do a study on oral medications there’s always somebody who complains of an upset stomach, so they hafta put that in there. I have what the docs euphemistically call a ‘sensitive stomach’. I wasn’t always this way. Up until about 12 or 13 years ago I could, and did, eat almost anything. Then one day while I was sitting at my desk at Hellco, Inc., I conceived a sincere desire to vomit into my wastebasket, followed immediately by a desire to lie on my floor in a cold sweat. My desire to lie there was so strong in fact that they sent me to the nearby hospital. The hospital docs never to my knowledge figured out why I was behaving that way, but for approximately 6 months thereafter I suffered intermittent bouts of gut-wrenching cramps, nausea, and explosive diarrhea, until my doctor figured out that I had become suddenly and seriously lactose intolerant. Ever since those six months of fun my stomach has been ‘sensitive’. I’ve since read that sudden lactose intolerance can be caused by our ever-present companion, E. Coli, among other things. That’s my best guess anyway. As for rehab, what’s that? It was never mentioned, prolly ‘cause I don’t have insurance.
Yeah right. Blame it on the dog.
Glad the shoulder’s getting better Bob.
Welby, been there, done that, got the t-shirt but couldn’t get the stains out. My sympathies, friend.
I wish I could bake cookies. My problem is, my quality control department (me) insists on eating at least one cookie out of each batch to make sure they’re okay. I can’t afford that anymore.
FCM I guessing 15 hours. No, really.
Your friend’s fiancé is wrong.
My one, (and pretty much only) dog was a german Shepard/Wolf mix, so he didn’t fit in my lap. He would just sit in the passenger seat and watch, calm as could be. If I’d get out of the truck for something though, when I’d come back, he’d be sitting behind the wheel, pretending to be me. He really wanted to drive the truck.
Happy Birthday, Taxi, Scout and Drae!!!
So Drae does this mean you’re legal now?
I’m feeling much better today Taters, thanks, and you don’t look 41 at all.
I actually did a little shopping yesterday, but I don’t feel strong enough to talk about it.
Except that I do wanna say one thing: When the computer in Borders says that yes they do have the book, and it’s on the shelf, It Damn sure oughta be on the shelf!!! Dammit!!! Whew!
Whew! That’s quite a lot to post Bumba! I most definitely agree with you on the whole the book OUGHTA BE THERE DAMMIT thing. That is most annoying, especially considering I’m so damn choosy about what I purchase now anyway.
Thanks ever so much for the lovely compliment, Bumba. I’m kinda “blushy” now.
The hubby is struggling to come up with a Christmas present for me. I think I’m gonna tell him to buy me Claudius, The God . I’ve been meaning to buy it for awhile now. It would save me a trip to Borders.
Time for me to put out my report now.
Furnace guy has come and gone - he made a few adjustments and tested the efficiency of our ancient monster - 79% - not too terrible for a 30-y/o oil burner. He also took a look at the a/c unit, which is also original installation. He said they looked OK, but we need to be thinking about replacing them. Murphy’s Law being what it is, the furnace could fail in the middle of an Ice Age, or the a/c could die during global warming. We know this - we’re just kinda hoping they’ll hold out till the kid graduates in '08. That may be too optimistic. Oh well.
My sweetie came home early, and he’s napping right now. We pulled out and cleaned the patio table that we’re letting our daughter use in her new apt until we can build her a table of her own. The table, the gifts, and the doggie food are in the car. My bag is packed. His will be when the jeans are washed and dry. The dishwasher is loaded, but I won’t run it till after dinner. Before we go to bed, our bags and the beverages (water for me, cider for him) will be in the car. When we awake (around 4-ish) we’ll shower, dress, bag our toiletries, put the dog’s afghans in the car, put some ice in the little cooler, take the dog out to pee, load the rest of our stuff in the car, and hit the happy road. Oh yeah - gotta set the thermostat to 60 in our absence.
I have a little plant watering to do, but apart from that, I think I’m good to go.
Bumba - ain’t no way this trip is taking 15 hours! In fact, the only time I had a drive that long headed south was the day after Thanksgiving going from Baltimore to Jacksonville, when we spent way too much time just sitting (!!) on I-95. I fully expect Friday to be the rough travel day - tomorrow shouldn’t be bad at all. I have spoken!
GRRRRRRRRRR… I’m supposed to be office partyin’ right now. Instead I’m sittin’ here waitin’ on a plumber because the #*&^%@#$! sink in the ladies restoom decided to tear up and guess what? There’s no freakin’ shut off valve cause somebody removed it, probably the plumber the last time they were here. It will be fixed. There will be a new shut off valve installed. It is best for my co-workers to leave me alone right now. I want a beer! NOW!!!
[math mode] Well, let’s see. Factoring in the make and model of the car, the distance involved, anomalous geographic and traffic patterns, Bernie’s sleeping position, likely weather systems, the speed of the CD player (and the effect that the torque of the CD player has on the motion of the car), probable choice of music, wind speed, the price of gasoline, the direction of the stock market on that day, ocean currents, the color of your shirt, the average height of the trees on the side of the road, the number of sequel movies Hollywood will greenlight, the sum of the digits in your cell phone number, and the potato yield in China, I’d say … 13.2946 hours.[/math mode]
Geez Bumba, I haven’t actually lost any clothes to the dreaded disease. Actually, I’m feeling a mite better now, which is a huge relief. HUGE.
The ingestion of cheese straws, cashews, stuff I think was stuffed mushrooms, chocolate and a glass of champagne has calmed me down muchly. A co-worker brought me a plate of goodies, which was just so nice! The plumbers are here and fixing stuff as I type, so maybe soon they’ll be finished. YAY!
I’m happy to hear that your outlook has been brightened. Must’ve been some GOOD champagne!
My co-worker’s husband was very nice brought us chicken teriyaki for lunch. I wanted to pay for my lunch, but they refused to take my money. That was really nice of them! I’m too full, though. I could lie right down on the floor and take a nice nap. I don’t think that would go over too well with the powers that be, though.
It was one of those 12 ounce Solo cups full of champagne. Bless her heart, she knew I needed that.
OK, yet another change - we’re outta here in a few minutes. Catch y’all later!
OMG swampy! If I drank that much champagne I’d not only be in the midst of a HUGE hot flash, but I doubt I’d be able to post coherently.
Whee, me! Do you all ever go to the SD front page? I have another Threadspotting credential! What does it say about me that I spot more threads than I post to? 
Whee for you EC! FCM have a safe trip!
Speaking of FCM, she managed to ruin a perfectly good grump. See, in addition to the sink that blew up today, a delivery truck ran into an overhang at work this morning, even after I told the stoopid driver that the truck was to tall to pull in there. So, I dealt with a combo of plumbers and insurance people most of the day. I was all prepared to come home and be a big ol’ grump the rest of the day. However, when I get home, there is a package beside my garage door. Inside of said package was the keee-yooo-test little pot hand crafted by none other than our own FairyChatMom! Now, really, who can be grumpy after gettin’ sump’n like that? It now occupies a place of honor on top of my computer desk along with pictures of my great nieces and great nephews and the picture picunurse painted for me for “swampfest” back in May. Now, instead of gettin’ to be all grumpy, I’m happy. See, just ruined a perfectly good grump!
Wow, Ellen, that’s cool beans!
Happy birthday, everybody! Well, not everybody, that would be silly. Everybody that has a birthday coming up in the next few days!
FCM left early? Will that change her travel time?
Swampy, thanks for voting for me. I am thinking about topics. And I see you’re offline now. I hope the plumber thing wasn’t too time consuming.
I had a busy day driving all over town. Dropped off Tom’s free-from-work turkey at the Food Bank. Swung by work to pick up my forgotten reading glasses (snuck in and out without anyone seeing me - hee!,) went to Penney’s in the mall, went to Sam’s Club, and went to Garden Ridge where they were having a sale on all things Christmasy! Yay!
I’m making poke chops tonight - with Stovetop stuffing and sauteed zucchini, mushrooms and 'maters.
Swampy, you lucky duck! You’ve been honored with a FCM original. That goes to show you that you hold a special place in the collective MMP heart, (especially in FCM’s) heart doesn’t it?
This day has been incredibly LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONG!
The good news is that I finally got to upload my report for our higher headquarters, so that’s out of my hair for at least a couple of weeks.
Is it to TMI-ey to say that I’m still, er…tasting lunch? Good grief.
I gotta give mad props to the plumbers. They were there within an hour of calling and finished up in about 45 minutes. A faucet will need to be replaced but there are now shut off valves on the sinks in the ladies room. Plus they were cute. Hey, if you gotta look at plumbers bent over fixin’ stuff, at least let it be cute plumbers, I say.
Oh, I was gonna say to scout that a twelve ounce cup of champagne plus a big ol’ plate of munchies cancel each other out. Though the champagne did help to mellow me out a bit (though I still was a grump) the food sorta cancelled out any buzz I mighta felt. The two beers I’ve had since arriving home have, however, along with FCM’s grump bustin’ pot, given me a nice buzz. Too bad ACBG left this morning going home for Christmas, is all I gotta say.