Too bad she’s not a lesbian, because it’d be entertaining to see the Anglicans join the Baptists in “The End is Near” chorus… 
Ah anyrose, I feel for ya. I have had chronic sinus infections all my life, and they are a, well, you know! My last two I tried to drain my head for too long before going to the doctor, and have now been told that I need to quit doing that, as my left lower sinus has an abcess, and I am going to wind up with a brain infection if I am not careful. (The doc was muttering stuff about “fatal” and all that, but really, can one die from a sinus infection? How ignoble would that be, death by snot? Yeesh!) Get better, and I am looking forward to your fiction this week.
Okay ** Sean Factotum,** which of the Dark Tower books are you dissing? 
My guess is Wolves of the Calla, it was such a detour from the quest. I love my Stephen King, and the Tower series is a favorite. Have you ever sat and read through all seven books without a (reading) break? It pulls everything together (for me anyway). Have you read any of Tabitha’s books? The Reuben books are very good, for entertaining reading.
Grapenuts cereal is my favorite cold cereal, and I think it is so named because it resembles the seeds of grapes, at least that’s what my gramma told me when I was a young’un.
Before my week gets crazy again like it did last week, I want to share a couple of things. First of all, to everyone who thinks of Alaska as a wild, romantic, senic place to live, let me tell you something. We haven’t had a dry day since Memorial weekend. It has been cloudy, raining, drizzling, foggy, and cold, as in the mid 40’s. I have a bad case of cabin fever, and being trapped with a couple of teenagers isn’t helping. My son is walking a fine line, I may ship him out to his father to work on the boat for a while if he doesn’t quit with the attitude.
I don’t know if I have mentioned my dogs before, but I have pomeranians (yeah, they are tiny dogs, and I was one of those who didn’t appreciate tiny dogs until I got all disabled and can no longer handle medium to large breeds.) I have show aspirations, and occasionally breed. Well, I had sold a female pup to a friend three years ago, a very nice black girl, and we were supposed to work together to try to breed (a) show pup. The friend declined my offer to help her find an appropriate male, and went through a friend of hers and ended up with a very nice cream male. Very nice, except for the fact that he didn’t drop both of his “manlies” and so was neutered. Time passes, and my friend decides that she isn’t comfortable with the thought of breeding (she lives in one of the villages) such a small breed out there, as travel into town and a vet is just not that easy, and if there were trouble whelping she would likely lose the female and pups before being able to get into town. Part of my contract with any pup I place is the condition that if, for any reason, the owner is no longer able/willing to keep the dog, it comes back to me. So, she called me last week, and her husband (and my very good friend of almost 25 years) brought back the female, as well as the male they bought from Nevada. I had agreed, and the little guy is adorable, both are very well mannered, but I have enough boys, and poor Sparkle (the male) was simply overwhelmed by the pommies who live here. So I called another friend (who also happens to be my #1 daughter’s mil) and she happily took Sparkle to her home. She has two shelties, and Sparkle will ultimately be moving to Oregon to live with her sister, but for now he is happy and having fun, and his eventual home will be a wonderful pet home where he will be the king. I am very pleased. The female, who’s registered name is Village Jewel of Mojo’s, call name Jewlie has matured very nicely, and is adapting to life here in my home. She is no longer alpha dog, which she isn’t too pleased about, but she does sleep on the bed along with her gramma and her full sister. She and her sister, Satine (Mojo’s Come What May) had a wonderful wrestle-fest last night, and she is joining in with the rest, letting me know when the neighbors are home, or a bird flies through our air space, you know, keeping me alert to mortal danger!
Today I am throwing some country style pork ribs in the oven to slow cook all day, (No barbeque in this weather, no siree!) and #3 daughter and I are cleaning out the kitchen cupboards and the fridge. I think I saw something wave at me from in there last night. :eek: Here are a couple of links to some photos of Satine (if it works) she grabbed my heart at her whelping, she is tiny (almost 4 lbs with a full tummy) but thinks she’s a rottweiller!
Happy Monday everybody!
I don’t know, you really want to hear Anglicans and Baptists singing together? :eek:
My obligatory stabbing myself story:
I was a freshman in high school, half awake, trying to slice a bagel with a dull steak knife.
Mom firmly believed in the intrinsic value of keeping her knives dull. They’re safer that way, doncha know?
So I’m sawing away at this bagel when the knife slips and goes right through to my left index finger, right below the tip. yeah, I was holding it like THAT. I dropped the bagel, looked at my now gushing finger and saw that the knife had made it most of the way through the meaty part of my fingertip which was now hanging off at a rather odd angle.
Mom, who learned how to make a butterfly bandage in the WAC’s or someplace, whips out the scissors, adhesive tape and a gauze pad and has me off to school on the bus.
Never got stitches because "damn doctors charge too much, that butterfly will hold it together. :eek:
Sean Factotum I am afraid that you are so gonna hate the ending of VII. I was very angry when I read it the first time, really pissed. I had invested so many years waiting for him to finish the series, the wait for the ka-tet to get away from Blaine was agony, and I’m not gonna spoil it for you, but I was left feeling awful, angry, let down, etc. Then a few months later I started with book I and read straight through. The ending made much more sense the second time around. I was doubtful about his putting himself into the plot, but he is the author, and the series (and crazy fans) have been part of his life for so long I forgive him, and on additional readings have come to appreciate it. I have been reading him for over 30 years and find a lot of inspiration in his life, both as himself as well as a husband, father, and human being.
I look forward to your reaction to the ending(s). Don’t hurl the book at the wall like I did!
What kai said.
Speaking of whom, your little dog is such a cutie. I bet you spend a lot of time grooming. I love Poms and their tough spitzy personalities.
Before I met him, Mr. Anachi nearly succeeded in amputating his right index finger. He was trying to cut a frozen block of green beans in half. :wally He does not do well seeing blood. This necessitated imbibing a small bottle of Crown Royal. When he woke up and looked at his finger again (he had severed a tendon), he realized a trip to the ER was in order. Unlike today when he’d have to wait on a specialist to sew things back together, the doc on duty repaired what he could and sent him home. Needless to say, I don’t allow him access to the kitchen knives.
I sort of stabbed myself once - a rainy night, arms full, trying to close the supersized mets umbrella TA* had given me, balance my bowling bag, my gymbag, and my pocketbook and open the door to the bowlingalley without dropping anything. In a graceful move that can only be described as amazing, I poked my right ear with the tip of the umbrella. Yes, I do have a hearing loss in that ear, why do you ask?
- from a previous MMP
Welcome to Jahdra, Morgyn, and Eliphalet! Glad to have you on board. Speaking of boards, I’ve spent today being bored and surfing these boards. Also, I ate lunch.
Fortunately, I have never sustained serious injury from a sharp object. I hope to continue this trend.
Sean, here’s what happens in the end: the sun blows up and EVERYBODY DIES. 
kaiwik, cute dogs. I hope all the relocated dogs are happy in their new homes.
do the new kids know about the chocolate sacrefices?
I’m staring at so many numbers that I think my eyes are starting to cross. They all just look the same. Ugh. Making sense of numbers is what I do, but still… there’re an awful lot of numbers that I’m supposed to look at! But I got my objectives for the year today (which the annual bonus is tied to) and the reports that are based on these numbers are on there… so I guess I’d better figure out what the heck all these numbers mean, huh?
Woohoo! [del]Fresh Meat[/del] new cool kids! Welcome Jahdra, Morgyn, and Eliphalet! Hmmmm… Jahd, Morg and Eliph perhaps? You shall be nicknamed. That’s just what happens up in here. Do post stuff. Any kind of stuff. We like all kinds of stuff here.
And now…
THE BILLING OF THE BEAST!!! :eek: :eek: :eek:
A little while ago, I approved a billing invoice for $6666.66. How jake is that!
MBG, Sean, Bobbio etal, I really couldn’t care less if the Presiding Bishop is man/woman, gay/straight or a wolverine. I tend to ignore much of the Whiskypalian world outside of the Diocese of Jawja. The thing with me is, those Bishops-With-Sticks-Up-Their-Butts in the WAC who looked the other way when certain other Anglican Communions thought it ok to allow polygamists to join the church and indeed to become Priests, Deacons and possibly Bishops, so long as they didn’t marry anymore wives than they already had, but God forbid a woman or a gay person feel a calling to the ministry. :dubious: They can all just bite my big ol’ gay WASP butt.
Hi, everybody.
This is my second attempt at my first post as a full-fledge SDMB member. The earlier attempt was, I suspect, “disappeared” by way of introducing me to the hamsters that run the show here. I am humbled.
I feel disheartened, and strangely repetitive as I try to recreate my previous post. Will I become hardened to this in time? Please advise!
Anyway, I love those dogs, kai! I’ve told my husband that I’d like to get a pom should we ever take in another dog. He’s opposed to any more animals joining the family though. How crazy is that? We have only 2 dogs, affectionately known as “Stink” and “Stupid.” Of course, they’re big. Right now, they’re passed out on the floor, making a wall-to-wall carpet of dogflesh here in my little office. (Stink, the boy, weighs in at 100 pounds, and the little girl at about 70.)
Our weekend highlight was giving them baths. No sir, they don’t like it! I’d post pics, but I’m not that technologically advanced. Of course, I did just sign on here for a year, so maybe I can work on it…
**swampy ** - you should convert to Judiasm just to piss 'em all off 
They’s got polygamists in the Whiskeypalians? I thought you had to follow Brother Brigham to do that.
But I agree with you a gazillion percent swampy about missing the mark in terms of gays and women. The way the catholic church treats women is number one on my list of why I’m lapsed. IMO, JC would be spinning in his tomb…if he hadn’t hightailed it to the next plane.
Welcome, Twinkie! Yes, the hamsters must be appeased. I hear they like chocolate. You can send it to them care of me.
So you call your dogs Stink and Stupid, eh? We call ours Idiot and Moron, although either answers to either. And since our golden retriever is now rolling in the dirt in the yard every chance he gets so that whenever you pat him the dust flies off him in clouds, we’re seriously considering renaming him Pigpen. It would certainly be appropriate.
The word for the weekend is Argh.
Since Friday, DH hs managed to mow down two sprinkler heads in the lawn, cut a newtork cable and lose his job. One of those classic “We just down’t think you fit in here” dealies.
I’ve replaced the clobbered sprinklers and patched the LAN. I’ll have to replace that cable eventually, but for now it seems to be passing data. In what should be unrelated to the cable break, the router decides to freak out and die. Going by the time on an email that came in llast night, it died somewhere after 2:30 AM. This morning, every light on its display was flashing. Cycled the power to it, only to get a steady, but abnormally dim “DIAG” light, which is not a good sign. Fortunately, Officus Maximus has the thing on sale, so $40 and an unreasonably annoying hour later, I’m back in business. The annoying thing is that the maker has seen fit to require the use of an installation and configuration program to activate the device. Said program runs on Windows only. Grrr… I had to ressurect the old Windows PC to run the program, and now everything’s peachy.
Except for that DH being out of work thing. :sad:
I think I’ve posted in an MMP once or twice before; mostly I lurk and snicker. Snickering makes lurking difficult, but I’ve managed to perfect an almost silent snicker so no one notices me.
Two weekends ago, I went to a church sponsored flea market and found someone selling records. Yes, I mean VINYL records. I bought 18 of them, and paid $12 total. As my friend and I left, I remarked that I was highly amused at having paid 66.6666666 (ad infinitum) cents per record at a church sale.
She was actually more amused that I’d bothered to figure that out, although she got a giggle from the numbers, too.
Howdy Twinkie, welcome to the cool kids place!
gots sorry to hear about DH losing his job and all the other stuff too. Here’s hoping he finds other (bigger and better!) employment soon.
Puggy some of the stick-up-the-butts African Bishops (the loudest of the misogynistic, anti-gay bigots) say that by admitting bigamists to the church (provided they don’t marry any more wives) they can stem the tide of bigamy. :rolleyes:
In other news, I’ma go to a fish fry this evening. It’s four doors down, so I can [del]stagger[/del] walk back across neighbors front lawns to get home.
Morg you should have pointed that out to the church folks. So, what Vinyls Of The Beast did you buy?
A couple weeks ago when it was 6/6/06, I had to pay a bill for $666. That was a little weird.
Whew - I’m late to the party today! So before I launch into whatever the heck springs from my fingertips, I want to say WELCOME to the newest Cool Kids. If you’ve lurked at all, you know you need to send me chocolate love offerings.
Also, for those of you awaiting ceramics - I’m still awaiting the boxes. I promise, as soon as I get the dumb boxes, I’ll be sending the stuff out. Not too late to request a piece if you’re interested!!
OK, so why am I so late today, you ask? Well, when I got home, we loaded the garbage and recycling into the van and headed to the convenience center. Then we came home and I helped FCD finish some wiring in my studio. Then I primed the walls while he installed another light out in ManLand. He made the countertop for my work table, and it’s in place in the studio - it’ll be a great glazing center.
Tomorrow, I’ll put up the finish coat of paint, do a good sweep, and set up the studio. Then maybe I’ll throw something, just because.
Three more work days this week. On Thursday, my baby and my nephew are flying in from Orlando. Daughter is going on a cruise with my mother, and Robert is spending 11 days with his favorite aunt.
Today, at work, I had to train the new girl. Which means no Dope. For a whole afternoon, when the computer was just sitting there, waiting for me. It wasn’t that she wouldn’t have been cool with it or told on me or anything, either–I just knew she’d be reading over my shoulder, because she’d already done it the couple times I’d sent e-mails. We’re just not that close yet. I tell you way more than I’d ever tell her.
Welcome to the new peoples, I’m the one that complains all the time.
Speaking of things I shouldn’t tell the new girl, I feel obliged to tell you that the worst person to ask to train a new employee is the person who seriously contemplates ripping out her own eyeballs every morning because it’s preferable to work. I don’t like training people to begin with. It’s because (not to toot my own horn, but …) I learn things quick. She’s been watching me answer the phones to learn the system on and off for about a week. I find it frustrating when somebody doesn’t pick it up in two hours, like I did. I’m a horrible person. She’s catching on, though.
I’d prattle on some more, but I now have to leave for a going-away party. Roomie’s brother and his girlfriend (who are also close friends of mine) are moving to El Paso tomorrow. I’m afraid I’ll melt when I visit.