Well, I guess we’re all maintainanced up now. I do like the new drapes. The wall color, I’m not too crazy about but I’ll get used to it.
It matches the couch. Stop complaining. 
Morning everybody!
Lissla, if you do drill holes in the metal, be sure to put down nespaper to catch the tiny little metal slivers the drill creates. They’re horrible on bare feet.
Actually, they’re horrible anywhere.
Back later.
I was hoping for track lighting and a better pool. The hot chocolate-maker’s nice, though.
I’m losing it. You’re not gonna understand what the hell I’m talking about, but I’m gonna vent anyway.
I have a project that was originally done at our sister company. They do things WRONG! OK - maybe not wrong for them, but we don’t do it that way here! Duplicating the data they have is IMPOSSIBLE! I have to redo it all from scratch just to make some changes! I have to measure everything they did and try to do it here. They don’t have enough time to do it themselves. We are attempting to merge the businesses together, so this will be the norm - us changing their stuff. But if I have to model all this stuff, and detail it all out so our manufacturing can build it, it has to be done OUR WAY.
AAAGGGHHH! I’m pulling my hair out, and I’ve already lost half of it do to this stupid HepC treatment! I don’t need this freakin’ stress!!!
Ok. Whew. That is all.
They took out a wall over there too. Hope it wasn’t a load bearing one.
The time of miracles IS at hand!
Sean, buddy… Did you ever meet Julie The WeatherBabe this past weekend? And did you keep your hands to yourself? 
There’s a storm in my heart for the weathergirl,
there’s a storm in my heart for the weathergirl,
on Channel Thirtee-een…
Ok-we’ll try this again–I wrote a long thingy and was maintainced away…
I hereby name Dottygumdrop’s virtual child sugarbaby. Make it so.
And I always thought the Nerdmobile was a Nova.
It was dubbed that by my sister. Her logic was that I had teenaged son who wouldn’t be caught dead driving a vehicle as uncool as a station wagon, with a big sidehelping of consideration for the primary driver (me)…
My dearly departed black pickup truck was known as ‘The Hostile Amishman’. I almost used that as my Doper name, FWIW.
The carpet does absolutely nothing for me. I’m glad we’re back though. Today I go into NYC to see a show with a friend from RPI. We don’t know what show yet. I’ll know later when I get to the tkts booth. Should be fun. 
Here’s a pun.
Yeah, the dog puns kinda fell flat. Maybe they will return.
kai, is your daughter cute?
I guess 9:48 a.m. is a little early for lunch, unless she is like the original editor at the Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy: “Missing and presumed fed”
I like the upgrade to Habitrail v2.0 with superconducting hamster wheel.
Spats if she’s kai’s daughter of course she’s cute! Younguns! SHEESH!
I was hoping for some new throw pillows, but we can make do with the ones we have, I guess.
I am a nice person, dammit! See, every week we get a bunch of the local weekly newspaper from the many oh so teeny, tiny towns and such around south Jawja? Why, you ask? Well, we’re forever sending out press releases and publicity stuff for events and so forth. Most of these little weeklies will pring anything you send ‘em. Well, today, we had three copies of the Camilla Enterprise. (Motto: Ya wanna know what’s goin’ on in Mitchell or Baker County? Well, subscribe then!) I wondered aloud why we had three copies. I picked up one and noticed it should have been delivered to the nursing home next door. I picked up another and noticed it was addressed to us. I picked up the third and noticed it was also addressed to the nursing home next door. Since the two not our copies were addresed with people’s names for the nursing home, I reasoned that two of the residents have subscriptions to the paper and were sitting over there all forlorn because their papers didn’t arrive in the mail today. Thus, I walked over there and handed the papers over at a nursing station. The lady there said that she had heard one of their residents say she hadn’t gotten her Camilla paper in the mail. So I done a good thing, cause I’m nice, dammit!
Oh, I forgot. gt has graciously stepped forward (ok she tripped a little but who are you to judge!) to volunteer for next week’s MMP. We shall now put it to official vote.
All in favor of gt hostessing next week’s MMP say “Aye.”
AYE!!!
All those opposed (As If!), say “Nay.”
**::CRICKETS:: **
The “Ayes” have it! gt shall be our hostess with the mostess next week.
Tripped? I’ll bet she was pushed.
[ye olde town crier] Hear ye! Hear ye! Let it be known to one and all that from this day forward until I pops my sprog, he/she/it shall be known as sugarbaby! [/yotc]
swampie and gt were right - middle east, it is. It’s about 9:00pm now and I am STILL full from my divine lunch!
AYE!
Congrats on the impending bundle of [del]stinky diapers[/del] joy aka sugarbaby DottyG! I forgot to do that earlier.
Pushed? Hmmm… well that would explain the dirty look gt gave Sean and Mika…
my mom drove a 1977 Chevy Nova, 8 cyl, RWD, gas guzzling, low riding, ugly burnt orange - that I named Rusty Pumpkin - until I “inherited” it after I killed my Jetta (that’s another story) From that point on I called it ‘the orange monster’ and ended up pumping several thousand $$ worth of repairs over the 6 years I drove it, til I’d finally had enough and got rid of it in favor of a used '88 Taurus that I never named. I haven’t named the '99 Taurus either.
Well, where were you, hmmm, when we had twenty-leven carpet samples all over the goldurn floor? We sent everybody an e-mail tellin em to vote and it’s not our fault it ended up in your spam filter. So there!
On a related note, I took the drapery pulls back cause the bronze color just didn’t look faaaaabulous!
Sushi was good but I think I’m gonna hurl.
My nana finally called me back last night. She’s been busy horse hunting. Her last mare scraped her hock, ended up with a bone infection and had to be put down two weeks ago. 
Nana loses more horses in freak accidents than anyone I’ve ever known.
She gave me the update on all the family news after I told her that my mom and I aren’t speaking. She was upset until she found out it was my choice. Nana and my mom cordially despise one another (Nana’s my dad’s mom) and always have. Since my dad committed suicide 9 years ago, it’s gotten worse, since they blame each other for it. Anyway, my oldest cousin is in the Air Force, in training to fly drones (he’s the one I dropped on his head when he was a baby.) His younger sister is in her 3rd year at Irvine. (She can’t be, wasn’t she just born?) My next youngest cousin is at her first year at San Diego. My brother is helping one of the fallers out most of the time, which probably means that he’s working as a choker setter. The thought of my brother working out in the woods, much less being a choker setter gives me cold chills. Can he pay attention to anything that long? I’d much rather he was pulling chain - where it’s almost impossible to get himself (or somebody else) killed. Well, I guess he’ll either get it or not and if he endangers anyone (including himself) by acting like a fool, they’ll take care of him. Loggers have a deep, abiding prejudice for dangerous fools and don’t tolerate them.
Congrats, dottyg. I’m all for *other * people having babies.
Puggy, not on the new carpet!