Don’t hate me.
**beebs’ ** TMI link. 
Hey Soapy!!! I just realized, I could make a detour on my way home Sunday and come down 91 - if you know of someplace REAL CLOSE to the highway and are available for a late lunch, PM me today and I’ll give you my cell#
LMAO…That was my first MMP…I don’t know how I missed that post.
Thanks, Pie, I was going to post it myself, but I decided to be nice after posting that squirrel earlier.
“Sinning in the shower.” It’s still funny!
That plus the “fish like peas” post definitely earns beebs the King of TMI crown.
Okay, remember how yesterday I was so pleased that when I woke up my back wasn’t hurting for the first time in forever?
I have determined that my back pain is clearly linked to the weather. Yesterday is was clear, low humidity, breezy – no pain. Today, doing absolutely nothing differently myself, it’s grey and gloomy and raining off and on – much pain. I think something in my back gets slightly inflamed when the barometer is moving around, and causes unhappiness. I do fine in a climate where it’s either dry all the time or really humid all the time, but that doesn’t happen in Merrylande, it changes constantly.
So I am feeling really, really cranky today.
And I can’t decide what’s with this stupid new keyboard – apparently I type too fast for it; about 50% of the time, when I capitalize a word, especially at the beginning of a sentence, it decides to capitalize the second letter, too. This didn’t happen with my old keyboard. Maybe I do need to order that Fellowes keyboard I saw online that says it has a buffer for really fast typists; I realize my typing habits can be a bit sloppy, but I also know when it’s me out-typing a keyboard and not just being heavy-fingered. Grr.
We decided to go out of town next weekend for a weekend in the Blue Ridge partway down Virginia. We’ll take the Idiots with us and board them at a kennel nearby (since we can’t keep them where we’re staying), where years ago we boarded our previous dog on a trip to the same place. Not only will the Idiots get spoiled rotten, but the prices make me want to weep. Here, we pay $26 per dog per day, even when they share a single kennel. Down there, at the lovely kennel? $20 per day for both of them.
It is to grrr.
Now I’m going to go back to work, dreaming of Cream Cheese Buttercream Frosting. I’m worse off than any of you guys – not only is Papa Tigs diabetic so can’t eat it to begin with, but I don’t work in an office so I have no one else to inflict anything on. Although I guess I could send it in with Papa Tigs; lord knows the folks there eat like rabid wolverines any time good food is presented. Especially Papa Tigs’ gumbo, which normally vanishes in mere moments.
It’s a thought…so where’s the recipe for this Frosting of Pure Delicious Evil?
That peas thing was so confusing for me.
As an aside, the shower thing reminded me of how my mom used to complain about my brother taking ridiculously long showers and how he was wasting water, etc, etc. In hindsight it was pretty obvious what was going on - I’m surprised the explanation never occured to my mom. Then again, she wasn’t the one who walked in on him jerking off to anime porn in the living room at 2am.
Did someone say Cream Cheese Buttercream Frosting?
It’s 9 PM, and we’ve just turned a few lights back on at home.
Why, you ask, were they off in the first place?
Well, I answer, because Tel Aviv is one of the 24 cities participating in this year’s Earth Hour, and we were encouraged to cut back on use of electric lights during the period of 8-9 PM. Nothing flashy (although the media of course went for the “pictures of darkness”).
Find out if your city is participating tonight. If it is – join in. Don’t sit in the dark or anything; but pay attention. Turn off lights you don’t need – watch TV without the light on; use the screen light and a small lamp instead of the hungry overhead for browsing the net… things like that.
It’s a cool idea, but it doesn’t matter if we are or not - our dress rehearsal starts at 7:15 with friends and family coming in to watch at 9 - which means we’d be getting into costume in the dark :eek:
eta - at least we don;t have to try to put on the stage make up tonight in the dark (or even in the light for that matter)
See, that’s exactly not the idea. But if there a 24 gazillion lights in the dressing room, turn some of them off… you may even be more comfortable undressing and dressing in subdued lighting (but not too dark to see) 
It is at home in an email from my mother. I’ll post it later tonight.
That could make for some interesting costuming rosie.
I’ve taken to eating breakfast in the dark. Downright freaks the husband out when he comes in and I’m sitting alone at the table eating CoCo Pebbles in the dark. Doesn’t help that he employs his ninja skills and sneaks into the house like a thief and once ended up with a spoonful of milk in his face.
I usually don’t use a lot of lights anyway. At the very least, I turn off lights that aren’t being used. When I was a kid, I left my bedroom light on. (I don’t remember how often, I only remember doing it a couple of times.) One night when I was about 11 or 12, I went into my room and the light didn’t work. So, I went downstairs and told my mom and step-father. My step-father said, “I know. I took out your lightbulbs. You left the light on.” I got them back a week or two later, but let me tell you, being stuck in your room with no lights is tough for a kid. I guess it served his purpose though, I don’t think I left a light on after that.
My step-father and I don’t get along at all. How ever did you guess?
**mousie ** - did you see the latest PM?
**Soapy ** - did you see yours?
I don’t have any PMs, so I must have seen it.
Considering what our electric bills in the winter are like from trying to heat this stupid house, we turn off lights very faithfully. I like to leave the fluorescent light over the kitchen sink on so I can see to move around the back part of the house in the evening, but otherwise it’s just task lighting. And we’ve replaced most of the light bulbs with the compact fluorescents, too, which helps a lot.
The one annoying power-wasting habit, however, I cannot break Papa Tigs of is to leave the TV on. All the frigging time. Even when he leaves the house. And what’s more, he’s been known to get aggravated at me because I go in there and turn it off! He’s not here to watch it anyway, it’s not like it’s any skin off his nose! Grrr!
I think we got’ted confus’ed over the timing - pick up vs meeting - are you all quared away with **beebs ** and such?
Mine act like they are never, ever fed (one of them, the grad student, pratically lives on instant mac’n’cheese, so he’s excused). I haven’t done it recently, but after my inlaws got me a stand mixer a couple of years ago I think everyone nearby gained fifteen pounds. It was awesome. I’m slowly getting back up to speed with sponge cake and chocolate cake. I haven’t restarted chocolate cinnamon buns and Danish pastry yet. Soon.
The really sad thing is that Mr. Lissar doesn’t even like baked goods. Driving Husband and the rest of the horde do, though. Driving Husband is trying to make Nat’s first word “Cake?”.
The length thing keeps me out of threads- I can understand why people are intimidated. Really, guys, if you knew how little substance there was here… 
You can just skim a little, find something to respond to, and jump in. Or just jump in, doesn’t have to make sense or follow.
Pugs, although the kidlet wakes me up early, I’m glad he waits for the civilied hour of eight most of the time. I don’t think I could stand an early bird. I’d sell him for medical research.
remind me, before I leave for the weekend, to tell you the tequilla story
I don’t think Beebs is awake yet. Didn’t he say he gets up around 5? I was going to call him after I get home from work. Someone’ll give you a final-hopefully-not-to-be-amended-again after that.
Mumpers your patience is much appreciated. I’m sure it’s gotten a bit annoying with all of the “check your PMs" and " check your email” as we go back and forth with this.