Oh yeah - congrats **taxi ** and Keith!! I wasn’t ignoring your happy news - I’m just semi-oblivious right now.
silk1976 - welcome to the ranks of the Cool Kids and way to go for figuring out MMP! You’ll do well here - once you make your requisite love offering of chocolate… 
Congrats to **taxi **and KeithT!!
FCM, that is a beautiful cat.
I have actually started applying paint to the living room walls! It should be finished sometime in 2006. (yeah, right…optimist) I had to stop and clean up so I could listen to the Cottonmouths game on the internet - they’re playing the Florida Seals in Kissimmee. We won on New Year’s Eve against the Seals, so I’m hoping for a repeat performance.
I’m back from the first day on the new job. Just when I thought the paperwork was bad getting out of NASA, I’m hit with the the papers to get become a Beltway Bandit once again, PLUS what it takes to become a civilian employee for the Coasties. Anyone else kill a couple of forests today?
I’m sure that none of the trees were Mormon.
The bad news is that I won’t be able to play on the SDMB from work. For that, I miss NASA already. The good part is that I got introduced to some of the systems I’m supposed to tend, and none seemed all that tough. After robotic airplanes, industrial process controllers are child’s play.
Sean, I’m up to meeting up with you as soon as I get to know my way around a bit. Hell, I couldn’t find the Midtown Tunnel this morning coming in from Da Beach…
Well Happy New Year everyone!
I have had three weeks of vacation and today was the first (sucky) day back at work. I don’t want to be here and you can’t make me!
Vacation was good getting there and back were awful and if I could come up with enough inventive expletives and names I would start a pit thread on my traumas of dealing with Continental airlines. I am however jet lagged so much I can’t remember my name right now so I won’t.
Tupug I do believe you are scarely accurate with your Wyoming prediction infact I will be here another 2 years…it is however a balmy 36 American degrees today which isn’t to bad. I think I will take myself off to find something to eat then fall asleep. Night Night.
Oh and congrats taxi and that is a very pretty kitty fcm
I want a kitty now
keith and taxi sittin’ in a tree
gettin’ engaged, whee-hee-hee!
First comes love,
then comes marriage,
then comes, err, um… what rhymes with marriage? Bondage? Maybe cleavage?
No prediction for me either. Nooooobody loves me. I think I’ll go eat worms. No wait; I’ve got three baby blankets to quilt and a wedding to plan. Finally my cousin’s freakazoid boyfriend proposed and all she knows is kinda sorta what dress she likes. I get to be her wedding co-ordinator with special bossy-cousin powers, yay! Another cousin is expecting her first baby but we’re very worried because he’s quite underweight (she had a gastric bypass just over a year ago and can’t seem to eat enough for two). I’m making the baby quilt anyway because then he will be okay. That’s how it works; I quilt, therefore he’ll be fine.
What have I been doing this year so far? I literally belled my cats so I can not stomp on them when they lurk behind me. I made two very complicated pillows out of fabric from hell. I’m fighting the onion smell that will not go away. It’s like I’m Peter Peter Onion Eater’s wife, I swear. Then I ordered kids around today. Now I’m writing inanities and searching for some coffee mugs, of which my mother apparently has the last remaining example of all six that were ever made.
swampy, who says you can’t get married? Do whatever the heck you want. If laws or the church give you any trouble, you send them my way. I’m still friendly with schoolmates from mafia families, and I’m sure we can come to an understanding. Or a car trunk and a long drive, whichever.
Pretty kitty FCM! There are four more I know of, if you need an emergency back-up cat or two. Cats are mailable, right? Baby chicks are, after all.
Oh! I almost forgot but you reminded me. I was fiddling with a prescription bottle and one of my then-unbelled cats tripped me and the pills went every where. You try explaining to a nurse how you need a re-fill because all but two pills melted while you were wrestling one out of your evil princess kitty’s mouth. The nurse snortled at me. Oh, she tried to hide it, but I could hear her snortling.
Off to search for mugs, le sigh…
I’m there. Not in the “if you invite me, I’ll come” kind of way, but in the creepier “I’m already in your pool” kind of way.
(Have to fit in with the predictions for the year and everything.)
Help me! I bought a package of Hillshire Farms Lil’ Smokies tonight and I just want to keep eating them! I loved these when I was a kid but we only got them around the holidays and when I saw them I thought what the heck, I’ll just have a few at a time but I can’t have just a few. The bag said a serving is 6 Lil’ Smokies. 6! Six! SIX!. Who the heck can only eat 6 Lil’ Smokies?! I’ve had 10 and that still isn’t enough. I can feel my cholesterol rising and my arteries hardening and I don’t care! I just want more Lil’ Smokies! whimper Help me.
Snakes won!
Please don’t ask how I got “waterfall green” paint between my toes.
Cats aren’t mailable but I have two adorable bottle raised spoiled rotten male kittens I will deliver. If someone will tell me how I will post pictures, then ya’ll can fight over who gets these handsome boys.
Did I mention the Snakes WON!!
no, swampbear, that was indecisive1, not me.
Congrats to the newly betrothed! will the wedding be here in the SDMBs?
I know you’ve all been too polite to nag me, but I promise the long wait is over. Here are my last pieces from my second ceramics class. You can scroll thru individual pics of each one. I’m >< this close to deciding which pieces to “raffle” to MMPers. And by raffle, I mean anyone who wants to be considered will send me their name and address and I’ll toss them all in a hat (or a pot) and let my sweetie pull the winner’s name. There will probably be 2 winners since I’m thinking I’ll give away 2 pieces. But that probably won’t happen till next week at least.
When we go to my mom’s for her birthday on Saturday, I’m taking the remaining pieces for my sibs to pick over. What they don’t claim will be “raffled.” But don’t fret - I’ll be taking another class in Feb. And I may well have my own wheel and kiln soon. Who knows - FCM ceramics may have its own website some day. So nobody steal that domain name, OK? 
I can see it now…
" ** FAIRY POTS ** "
heh, heh. What you don’t want people to think you wear crotchless sweatpants? It’s actually just a small tear, and it’s off to one side a bit. I suppose with some effort it could be used for the purpose that crothless stuff is ment for.
Which leads me to… Congratulations to Taxi and Keith!
Wile E the only way to stop eating little smokies is for them to be gone. And who is it that decides what a “serving” is anyway? They just keep making a serving smaller and smaller so that they don’t have to put the calorie content down as 10,thousand,bazillion calories. I’m telling you, you just can’t trust anybody these days. Trust me, I know.
The appropriate serving size for “Lil’ Smokies” is one bag. So eat ‘em up Wile E. Sorry about that anyrose. Now, get on over to the Pit and tell your psycho hose beast co-worker story. We’re all waitin’. Bobbio glad the new job is goin’ good. Too bad about the no access thing though. FCM I won’t be greedy this time bein’ as I am the recent recipient of a lovely piece of FairyChat Pottery[sup]TM[/sup]. donkeybear the water temperature in my pool is 45 degrees, well, late yesterday afternoon anyways. You might want to wear your longjohns. Just sayin’. Ashes[sup]2[/sup] even if I could get married I don’t know as I’d want to. We’d prolly just opt to live in sin. Plus, there’d be that whole who’s gonna live where thing and neither one of us is up to dealing with that. Not yet anyways.
Sounds like a teeny-tiny toilet… :eek:
I predict - you will obtain a kitty this year.
Your best bet is the local shelter, as rescued kitties are very affectionate and free. Sometimes the large pet store chains will have adoption seminars with kitties to adopt.
And IMNSHO, there is nothing more soothing after a rough day, then a purring kitty nuzzling at your face
They nuzzle your face because they’re trying to suck out your breath. :eek:
… and few things more annoying that a kitty who needs to play at 3AM when you have to get up at 5…
Lucky for them they’re cute, so I melt before I box 'em up parcel post for Siberia.
Harrummpphh! Well, I guess that lets bobbio off the hook for starting one of our secret society threads, now doesn’t it?
swampy, there’s lots to be said sometimes about havin’ your own hidy hole even in the best of relationships. Anyway, if you and ACBG lived together you’d be eating waaaaay too much cheesecake and he’d be eating waaaaay too many cheese straws. So there’s that. 
fcm, my favorite is the inkwell. It’s way keee-ute!!
IMHO, kitties are fun to sic the dog on. I like watchin’ em chase each other.
I predict that ashes, will NOT go postal and keep the kids way way long after school. She will also NOT go psycho and have wantonly abandoned sex with a beautiful hispanic lad of 15. There. How’s that, girlfriend?
Tupug
The crotchless sweatpants somehow remind me of the chomped crotch gingerbread wrapping paper I used to own.
What? What’s that you say? What on earth is “chomped crotch gingerbread wrapping paper?”
Well it goes like this: About 15 years ago I was shopping in a downtown mall–one of those places they’ve converted out of old buildings holding dozens of speciality shops. Well, parked outside of one of the funkier shoppes was a bin of Christmas wrapping paper. In July. Marked down to about $1 a roll. It was cheap and of good quality so I picked up a couple rolls.
Fast-forward to the following December. I get out the rolls of paper, cut off a chunk in preparation for wrapping a gift to my MOM or somebody totally innocent when I take a look at the paper. It’s not just gingerbread men on the paper. It’s gingerbread men and WOMEN and they’re … they’re … S&M gingerbread men and women! :eek: :eek: With whips! Fishnet stockings! Leering grins! A gingerbread man exposes himself to a woman with wide-open raincoast. A dominatrix gingerbread woman cracks the whip over the head of a cowering gingerbread man. And, in the most memorable scenerio of all–a letcherous gingerbread man smacks his lips after taking a giant CHOMP out of the crotch of an adjacent gingerbread woman.
For 15 years I have been saving that roll of paper, wondering who to spring it on. (The aforementioned piece I cut off to wrap Mom’s gift was neatly rolled back with it.) This year, I showed it to my husband, who gleefully deemed it was exceedingly appropriate to wrap a gift for his brother who has, for the last several years, displayed on his bulletin board a Christmas card depicting much the same scenerios.
So that’s my crotchless story. You’re welcome.