I may just get one of those for my MIL or FIL. My parents wouldn’t know who Shrek was! Now, a Parvarotti chia they could do… 
inlaws are hopeless–they need nothing and say ‘don’t get us anything’ and then look crestfallen if you take them at their word.
Oy.
Yep, he was in you neck of the woods, sorta. He had to go to Vandenburg AFB to unload some satellites. Oh, the joys of working in the logistics group! He not only has to design and have built the transport containers and the environmental monitoring systems, he has to be present when the containers are loaded and unloaded. So he got a quickie 2-day trip to the left coast. Woohoo for jetlag!
Hah! I already got my MIL a book of cat pictures and a copy of Sabriel! And we’re getting the complete set of Firefly for my FIL and step-MIL!
Now, if someone would help out with suggestions for my parents, I’ll be all set. So far, I’ve got Mr. Lissar’s godparents, Quasi-Daughter, and my MIL done. I know what the other inlaws, Best Friend and husband, and Mr. Lissar are getting. That leaves both my parents, Driving, Lazy, and Attacks Husband, and probably someone else I’ve forgotten about. Most of them will be geting books. Big surprise.
Off to clean fridge and put away laundry, then do two loads of dishes, clean the kitchen, and make bread pudding and a ham and feta strata.
BRRRRRR! It’s way chilly here - glad I scraped up the excess snow on the driveway.
I decided I didn’t feel like cooking myself dinner tonight, so I went into Leonardtown to the Chinese buffet. It’s not the greatest food in the world, but they have lots of veggies and shrimp. And it was close. And it was cheap. So it all worked out.
Plus it gave me an idea for an IMHO thread - see if you can guess which one? 
In a rush…lots to do…laundry, Christmas cards, thoughts about additional presents (mostly done, if the rest would just ARRIVE already!)
I see stuff is popping out of animals at Rue’s workplace again, squirrels are scary, wondered about that post WileE, glad Taters wasn’t arrested.
Hey scout - how’s the new job going?
Lissla, I’m looking for something for a brunch. Can you share your ham and feta strata recipe? Any other ideas, anyone…? Anyone?
Back later…
GT
So Taters you prolly don’t want to know that I am all doen Christmas shopping wise and Christmas card writing wise 
I also leave for vacation in exactly… 156 hours AND I should get my car back tomorrow so I have looked like this all day
GT thanks for asking. I don’t have all the software and network access that I need, so I really don’t have a lot to do right now. The bossman (who has been busy today) says he has stuff for me, he just needs time to go over it with me.
I’m having an interesting time wading through the intranet and all of the things that are on it. I’m also having an interesting time with the benefits software. No further comment on that one.
But generally the environment seems pretty good. Just need to find out about the work itself.
I just finished most of my Christmas cards. I’ve still got 6 or 7 snowman stamps, so I’ll have to send out 6 or 7 more cards. First ones to email me their addresses will get one! Offer limited to first 6 or 7 responses.
I did discover that I am, apparently, colorblind. Or oblivious. As I was sorting the cards to decide which aunt got which one, I noticed the Santas looked tanned and the Madonna and Child looked decidedly African. Like the picture on the box of the black-bearded Santa wasn’t a clue. :smack:
Yup - I bought a box of African-American Christmas cards. Guess I shoulda read the box, huh? So I had to make sure I was extra careful about which cards went to which aunt - older generation and all that, you know. 'Tis the season not to mess with their minds. As for the rest - let 'em wonder. Word to your Santa!
Jeez, what is all this talk about Christmas? If I didn’t know better I’d think there was some kind of huge holiday coming up, instead of a minor candle festival. ;j
Rensselaer is in Troy, NY, just north of Albany. Armpit of the East. I used Cincinnati for comedic effect. I didn’t think it was funny enough to warrant the use of “Seattle,” which we all know is the funniest city name ever.
By way of explaining why it took me so long to answer you Sean, I’m going to describe my week, so you can all take bets on when I’m going to collapse into a pile of twitching goo. This is the last week of classes at RPI. I have three homework assignments due Friday. Two of them are in my two physics courses, and one out of those two I already spent about 6 hours doing almost half of it. I have a test Thursday night, and a homework assignment due in that same class. I had a test today, and I have to do research work for my professor tomorrow, in addition to preparation for my sociology project.
I got $5 bucks that says I won’t make it to the next MMP. Or I might, as per Atheist Princess’s suggestion, last for another week and then wake up in the quad with my shirt inside out, cabbage in my hand, and no recollection of how I got there. Any takers?
What kind of cabbage? Green or purple??
This question is keeping me from placing a bet on your fate as well, Spatial…
The latest spate of “What is an MMP?” threads has caused me to resolve to count the number of times this question is asked in the coming year. There’s one in MPSIMS (they’re talking football there, so I’m staying here) and one in ATMB as well.
Maybe there should just be an explanatory pop-up when people get to the board?
GT
Dude. A magic wand is just a stick. Go find a tree- it’s free that way.
You could get all fancy and strip the bark off, let the stick dry out, and the varnish it.
But in the end, it’s just a stick.
Hey! Ya wanna know what a “prolapsed rectum” is? No. No you don’t. (Having a prolaspsed rectum does not make a cat happy.)
That would be the ultimate “outie”…
Gahh. Thanks, Rue*.
Mr. Lissar heard an interesting story at his CPR training on Sunday. It involved the paramedics being called to a guy’s house on account of ‘uncontrollable bleeding’. When the medics got there he was bleeding all over from what used to be the area his bits were situated in.
When they asked how the hell he’d pulled everything off, he said he’d been jerking off by tying wire around… himself, then running some rope between the wire and the doorknob of a closed door, and then… leaning back.
And he was startled by a loud noise, and fell.
Don’t know if it’s true, but it’s even more pain inducing than Quasi-Daughter’s story about treatment for a guy who degloved (removed all skin from) his groin, when falling off a motorcycle.
Right. Remember, everyone- don’t attach body parts you’re fond of to things that might tear them off.
My coding sucks.
Good to know. Nice “safety tip” there Lissla.
And we don’t love you for your coding abilities.
Dontcha just wonder how people manage to forget this?
I just went “ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch!!!” while reading your descriptions, Lissla. And I don’t even have any boy bits.
Oh yeah…remembered I was going to comment about the scarcity of wands (before they reappeared). I was thinking they might be a “put out your eye” hazard. But I guess not.
Off to launder.
GT
Having a prolapsed rectum makes nobody happy. You should try a prolapsed uterus sometime–fun city. (I dont’ have one, but some of my patients do).
It’s not a stick! It’s a wand! I don’t let him play with sticks in the house, but he can play with wands…noone comment on that inconsistency, ok?
I am happy-I found a $6 wand instead of $50 one. For $50, I want a unicorn feather and a phoenix hair. Yep, you read that right.
And I can’t even contemplate the boy bits bit. Is it me or is self mutilation on the rise? Or perhaps I just get out more, so to speak.
ugh.
I am sitting on my couch watching the Victoria’s Secret fashion show–in my full-coverage, adult-sized footie sleeper jammies. Moments like this make me realize the absurdity of being me. I’m actually kinda stupidly proud.
According to James Herriott, the bovine sort are even less fun than the human…
(Is it just me, or was something like Herriott’s every third patient a prolapsed cow?)