Just look for the 6+ page thread. I don’t personally have any enemies, but I do have a strong bullshit detector. That thread and the one that inspired it both reek to high heaven.
I haven’t gotten involved in a good trainwreck in a while. This is fun! I wonder if it’ll pass into legend like the 72-point c**t in the Duck Duck Goose vs Guinistasia (?) thread.
Morning, Mumpers.
They want me to move my cubicle for some stupid reason. I’m digging in my heels and refusing. It all started when one guy moved because he wanted to get away from his loud neighbor that talks on the phone all damn day. He moved, and now they want me to move into his old cubicle, next to loud phone guy.
I don’t think so!
Mornin’ all.
Nola the simple answer to your cabinet pull problem seems like it should be to drill the holes larger (if they are too small–which is what it sounds like). Or if you need to, drill new holes and fill the old ones with wood putty. It’s more work, but much cheaper than replacing the cabinets.
Pie, I’ve gone around with depression (and gained a lot of weight from it) too. This was a much longer post with the story, but I’m chickening out.
(((Rigs)))
:: pets the puppies ::
Morning. After the long day at work yesterday, I figured I would need some help sleeping so I took a Unisom… and now I’m all groggy, sleepy, unmotivated. But at least I slept well.
Couldn’t I just stop working for a while and go on a baking binge? That carrot cake was so good and I want to try all of the recipes in the first Joanne Fluke book that someone recommended last week. Cookies for everyone! :: passes out cookies to the MMP ::
{{{rigs}}}
Oh and gotti, I meant to say, OWWWWWW! That all sounds like it hurts!
Mmmm, neck rub.
Er, sorry, what were you saying? :o
:: hugs for rigs :: If you want we can make out. That usually makes me feel better. 
I have a sore throat for some reason. Some reason = hours of talking every day + smoking too much this past weekednd.
Morning, all. I’m up and caffeinating. More I cannot warrant at this time.
Herbs, you have my sympathies on filling out that hideous FAFSA stuff. I only had to do that once, thank heaven; then Young Tiger joined the Air Force, and even though he’s a real honest-to-gorsh veteran now, he’s still considered financially independent. So yay! No more FAFSA for me, ever again!
I don’t think anyone in the MMP is working on the Year of Lace, flutters, and I for one would LOVE to see the project. Since that’s way more money than I can afford at this point to indulge my knitting obsession! :eek: So please do show us the kit! Unless you don’t want anyone else on the Dope to see it, in which case never mind.
Aw, the troll finally got the boot? That’s kind of too bad, he was such an idiot I enjoyed laughing at him.
{{{Rigs}}} We’re here for you. I’m sorry.
Gotti: Ouch! Ouch ouch ouch! Yeeee-ouch!!
Wow, Pie, I’m just glad you know what’s going on, even if you haven’t got it completely squared away at this point. It sounds like part of your MI is zero impulse control. I knew a woman like that when I lived in Lalaland – she would literally pick up and move back and forth across the country every month or two for no apparent reason. Poor thing, she was such a mess, and unlike you, in complete denial. So I understand how difficult that kind of decision-making process can make your life. I’m glad things are (somewhat) better for you now!
I gave up on the trainwreck after about 5 pages. Nobody’s ignorance is being fought, and the whole thing just aggravates me beyond belief. From both sides, and especially because I can’t figure out where my feelings lie – I can see both sides to the arguments, but can’t figure out how I really feel about the whole mess. Except to be glad it’s not MY mess.
Sorry you have such a nasty cold, Swampy. I like the way your mind works, though – death by paper cuts! Death by polyester! :eek:
Cute puppies!
I enjoy the Joanne Fluke books, too, taxi. Especially since living with Papa Tigs has given me an appreciation for All Things Minnesotan.
Whew! Have I missed anyone? I’ve been lax about responding to everyone lately, so figured I’d get it all done in one fell swoop.
It’s a pretty day here, although cool, and while I have work to do, I have no insanely tight deadlines (yet), so am planning to spend a less hectic day doing more laundry and maybe even (gasp!) cleaning my office. Which is getting ridiculously messy.
But that’ll have to wait for more caffeine.
Owie! Feel better, allergies suck.
Those sort of decisions usually do, I’ve had a few decisions like that (most notably moving out of my Grandma’s house, that decision put me smack in the midst of older guys, drinking and drugs which eventually led to my getting pregnant… and from that came the quick decision to get out of there, though it wasn’t exactly quick but when I finally decided to do it I did get out within two days). They can either mess things up, or be really good. From that I’ve learned to think about my decisions, but don’t think too hard because then I dither and don’t actually do anything except maintain the status quo… which is not always a good idea.
AND … we’re back to girl on girl action! 
Morning! Almost afternoon!
Whatshisname’s been banned? Finally, but it will make the board more boring.
Huh. My Mat leave pay hasn’t been deposited yet today. I think I’ll wait till tomorrow before I panic and call them.
Thanks **LiLi ** for the reminder on the pay. I need to print my last 3 check stubs from work. Hubby is getting after me. My opinion, the checks already been deposited in my account, and I can log on anytime to print them. But I better keep him happy.
I have an appt. today at 3. Hopefully it will go well. I have a feeling I will end up with a brace like **Mama Tigs ** showed.
Hey if there is girl on girl action, I want in!
Almost forgot. {{{rigs}}}
too much to catch up on
I’ll try again later
please refer to my sig tag
I’ll share when I get started on it. 
It’s really pretty, sort of a bright red-orange that’s supposed to be evocative of flames with a few beads for accent. It’s silk too, and I saw the sample at the store… I had to touch! I won’t be starting for a little bit though, but when I do I’ll share.
I spent my birthday money on it, Dad startled me with what he gave me.
{{{{rigs}}}} I’m here to say post-divorce life can be a relief.
Love the puppy picture. Day is soooo keee-ute!!
Get better swampus and all others with Teh Sick.
If I weren’t so busy, I’d go look up that thread. Maybe later.
Tupug
Well, yesterday sure was interesting. I agreed to end my marriage, completely lost my temper in the pit and discovered I haven’t lost any weight, after all. Truly a banner day here at the chez Rigby.
If the thread we’re all talking about is the one about the D/s stuff–I refuse to feed anyone (else’s) narcissism.( I will, however, continue to feed my own.) I can’t see learning from someone as immature and self-centered as that. YMMV. There is a huge disconnect between what I read here on the boards and what I see in real life. True, I don’t get out much, but I see adult people trying the best they can to get by. I don’t see sexual acting out and adult games, not even downtown at rush hour. (I’m probably not in the right part of downtown, but you know what I mean).
That took me a long time to say DNFTT, but I don’t think she’s a troll.
I am off the library–my site mentor neglected to tell me that she will be away all week. Something tells me I won’t be getting a job at this particular library once I graduate. (I don’t really blame them–I have called and cancelled several times, I reschedule and I work independently and can do some of it at home, but it looks bad. Then I think–fuck that: I am trying to manage 3 kids, their schedules and needs, my own work, school and the household. If they don’t get it, fuck 'em.)
I may need an attitude adjustment.
I don’t think she’s a troll, either. I think she’s an immature little twit who likes to “shock” people and live at the “extremes” because she can’t (wo)man up and admit she needs to be an adult for her kids. I think her D/s relationship is borderline abusive* and her constant backpedaling/restating of previous statements is doing nothing to change that opinion. She says she’s in her late-mid-twenties, but her posts read like a teenager’s. (No offense meant to Cap’n Socks who sounds well-reasoned and intelligent.) Add to the mix the mental health issues she’s brought up and it sounds like, in the words of another poster, “kink as therapy.” This can turn ugly IRL real quick.
*I’ve had an e-friend for several years who’s a professional Dominatrix. What she does has limits and safewords and all other kinds of safeguards. 24/7 does not. Hence the icky feeling from Spaz.
In other news, both the debit card reader at the library’s coffee shop and the credit union’s ATM on campus are b0rked today. Screw your technological mishaps, I got my chai anyway!
Now I’m going to go explain to some of my friends why too much charisma is a frightening thing.
Wow… rough day eleanor. hugs
Yarrfgghadsflkj!#@%@! We have a big training (it’s only 30 people, but that’s a lot for our group) today and I was assured that everything was taken care of by my co-worker-who-used-to-do-this-job. It wasn’t. So I spent an hour rearranging the training room, with the help of one of the participants and one of the trainers. Boy, that was fun. I really don’t like taking the blame because someone else didn’t do their part. And the caterers for breakfast couldn’t stay and set up, so I did that, too. At least breakfast was tasty. Ok, I feel better now. I just hope that the caterers for lunch show up on time.
The trainwreck threads are hilarious. I can see both sides, although I suspect some people are, shall we say, more serious about the subject than others. The banned one’s last thread was so over the top bizarre, it transcended trolling. You could always tell one of his threads by the title alone, though, which made them easier to skip if I wasn’t in the mood.
Blah. Not liking this week. But then it’s also a 6-day week for me – a once a year thing, fortunately, and one for which I do get an extra day off over the Christmas holidays, but that still doesn’t mean I have to like it.
So VC03/Alphabitch finally sucked the big one. Frankly, I’m surprised he lasted as long as he did. Every pit thread he started was destined to end badly from the first words of his OP, and he was always seemed surprised when his ranting wasn’t greeted with high fives and murmurs or agreement. Even his non-pit threads were really just pit threads too mild to go in the pit. I still don’t know if it was deliberate trolling or if he was really that stupid, but so long, auf wiedersehen, sayonara, good riddance, and don’t let the door hit ya where the good lord split ya. (That would be yer head.)
So anyway.
Gotti - Allow me to add my own Gah! Ugh, oh, ow. Ow. Fingernails bent back – worse than fingernails on chalkboard to me. Just thinking about it skeeves me right the hell out and back. Plus, I’ve destroyed a nail before by dropping the metal-clad corner of a keyboard drawer on the big toe of my right foot from four feet. Once I was able to uncurl myself from the fetal position, I spent the next three weeks hobbling and wincing with each step I tried to take. Not. Fun. The nail never grew back properly.
Alright, I’ma eat my lunch.
okay - I read the OP of the 24/7 thread and its Pit - and all I have to say is both OPs are just looking for attention and external validation
[Forest Gump] and that’s all I have to say about that [/FG]
Yes, that was the vibe I got from it, after about page 3. And the story changes and now he’s a gentleman (the last thing you’d think she’d want–oops, there I go again), and her kids are great! Her kids know all about it! her kids are too young to know the difference! nothing happens in front of the kids! the kids are part of the punishment! the punishment’s not a punishment! and on and on.
Get a room and get over yourself, I say.
Am off to library now. Need to finish up the men’s fiction project or get almost to finishing it…
#1 son started his job today! I am so proud. He asked me to drive him in plenty of time and he got there 10 minutes early. <beaming, proud mama> He even packed a lunch! <somewhat astonished mama>