** {{{ Taters & Family }}} **
[QUOTE=swampbearSpeaking of thievery, somebody actually did take some of those damn Easter eggs we had stacked up outside. What I want to know is, well two things, first, why would anybody want 'em and second, why didn’t they take all of 'em. Untrustworthy thieves! Can’t even trust 'em to steal stuff left out in the open anymore! 
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Well, if you REALLY want to be rid of them, put a sign on the stack that says “For Sale”. They won’t last the day…
I’m only in it for the babes and the $$$… 
And it appears that I can’t code for sh!t today…
Taters I’m very sorry to hear about your mother-in-law. You and your husband have my best wishes.
People will steal anything they want, and if’n it’s just lying around, they’ll take it faster. We’ve had people, more likely than not the same folkls who took the AC unit, go through our scrap metal barrels in the parking lot. The tend to litter the road with old circuit cards and gauge cases on their way out of the industrial park-like area we’re in.
As for the cops showing up, it really was no big deal. They did make it clear that they were just being thorough, we fed them some coffee (but no donuts - didn’t have any), and chatted a bit about mutual friends after they asked their questions. The biggest thing this weekend was the GF’s dad and stepmom saga. THAT took up a lot of time Saturday and some time Sunday afternoon.
Forgot a couple things.
MBG glad you’re feelin’ better. Still get checked out though.
We are sold out of this year’s Christmas ornament as of two p.m. yesterday afternoon. Every last one of 'em! In just over a week! That’s a record.
Oh no! Taters, my best wishes for you and yours. I don’t know what I can say that won’t sound hollow. 
In happier news, I’m managing to survive the week so far … I think. Today will be the real test. Literally. My Mechanics test is at 3 pm. If I can get done what I hope to get done today, I’ll really be in good shape.
Now, today’s pun is a bit different. It’s actually - get this - a continuation of yesterday’s. I know you’re shocked, but trust me, this is all going to work out for the best. Here are the two of them, in a seamlessly continuous fashion:
And now, breakfast. But first:
Callooh, callay! O frabjous day! Yay rigs!
Taters, the Lissar household is still praying. Except for the cats- they’re irreligiously fuzzy. Keep us updated, okay?
And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
Schoolwork is almost like Jabberwocks.
Today, because I’m an idiot, I attempt pupusas with shredded pork and mozzaarella. Has anyone made the damn things before? Any pointers?
I don’t even know what pupusas are. But I do know that cats, being gods, can not be irreligious.
Man, Taters, there is much suckage and despair about. It may be that they figure a mastectomy just wouldn’t do any good at this point and would potentially reduce the quality of your mother’s life for little to no practical purpose. I’m not a woman but I certainly wouldn’t want prominent bits of me cut off if the end result likely wouldn’t improve things any. Hopefully they can arrive at an alternative treatment that would prove more effective. I hope things turn out okay.
MBG - Jeez, you’d think that a neurologist’s office of all would try and keep things more organized, considering the significance of the organ he chose to concentrate on. “Oh, that’s okay, I’m sure the encephalitis will go away on its own, and it’s only a [I[little* subdural hematoma, should heal right up, but thanks anyway.” :rolleyes: Let us know what the new neurologist says.
So yesterday was a little nutsy. Lots of work 'n stuff. My Shure IEMs arrived in the mail, too, so I got to try them out. At first when I inserted them and listened I thought, “Wow, these sound like spectacular crap. There’s no bass whatsoever. That can’t be right! These things cost too much to suck.” So I fiddled with them, tried different tips (the large-sized soft silicone seem to work best) and that’s when I hit upon what it meant to “create a seal” in the ear canal. Once the phones were properly in place and a seal was created, the outside world all but disappeared – it was as if I’d plugged my ears with my fingers. Now they sound great! And they’re light and comfortable too, and cutting of the vast majority of outside noise is awesome, but having a little pocket of air trapped in my ears is going to take a bit of getting used to. It feels like what happens when you’re on the subway and enter a tunnel, which causes a sudden increase in air pressure, except popping your ears doesn’t help – the increased pressure is supposed to be there, it’s what makes the phones work. Slightly weird, but I’ll get used to it – any they’re a damn sight better than Apple’s Buds-o-Pain.
And my work supermarket still has no eggnog. Damn them!
Taters, I’m so sorry to hear it. Hugs and prayers, of course, and keep us posted.
MBG, hey, you remember that twenty bucks you owe me? No? Well, I swear you owe me twenty bucks. And as a public service announcement, if your dad ever calls you because he heard you were concussed and asks you questions like “Who are you?” the correct answer is not “I’m Batman.” The man almost called an ambulance on me from South Carolina. (And for those interested, I had been hit in the face by a paintball, then fallen down a hill and whacked my head on a rock.)
Last night I went to the bridal shop across the way and went about alterin’ my dress for our New Years’ Prom. The lady with the pins informed me that in addition to the hem, they’d have to take the top in a little so I didn’t end up falling out of the dress. More money than I wanted to spend, and I specifically bought that dress for the “Hey, here’s my boobs” effect, but she’s probably right.
Aaaaaand, I don’t want to do any work today. Like that’s a revelation.
OK. First things first.
Taters -I am sorry. Please ask the doctor why no more surgery on the breast (this might all be the same cancer or there might be more than one-sorry, but there it is.) Will they do any treatment? Keep us updated and feel free to rant and rave here.
Re the doc who was pissed. I don’t know if she was pissed at the office staff, she was surely pissed to have to examine an infant, and she seemed pissed that she couldn’t just walk out the door. She was the one partner who used to show up in heel, hose and pearls (I am not kidding you) for a pediatric practice. Everyone else has Elmos on their stethoscopes, and there’s Dr Grant (yes, her REAL name)-looking and acting like a fool…
Spats --good luck on your test today. <crosses fingers>
Off to shelve books. Hello and a shout out to everyone here. I just have one question: how did my yard get filled with silver easter egg thingies?
Your yard is the staging ground for Easter Eggs for the f-aaaaaa-bu-lous.
Good morning. The zoo has been walked, watered, and fed. I have hockey tonight, then work overnight.
Nava. of course cats are irreligious, who do gods pray to?
swampy, congrats on the ornament sales. In celebration of my tree’s four year annaversay of being up, I bought it two ornaments, a Canes one, and a stuffed one fron work.
bobbio, don’t tell Vunderwife about the babes.
Drae, I’m all for women falling out of their dresses.
Mindy, I don’t have an IPod, because I have The Voices In My Head[sup]TM[/sup]
<lobs empty silver eggs towards Georgia>
Off to be a library [del]serf[/del] page…
doggio, I forgive you only because you don’t know better. Gods don’t pray, they’re prayed to. They’re the big fish in the religion, of course. Saying that cats are irreligious is like saying that Rockefeller wasn’t a capitalist.
Pupusas are sort of thick, stuffed tortillas. I just ground up a mixture of shredded pork shoulder and ham, and it tastes very like the pupusa (sp?) filling from the place QD and I get them. I’m going to add some shreddded mozz. The dough is resting.
I think I pinch off pieces of dough, flatten them, glob some filling in between, and then roll them out and fry them.
I’ll let y’all know how it goes.
Hell, that’s why I bought the thing in the first place! My roommate and I were discussing this–her dress says “Hey, look at Mandi, she’s not just a tomboy, she’s a pretty girl!” My dress says “Hi. Check out my rack.”
And if we’re talking about Christmas trees already, I have to say that as soon as Roomie gets back from visiting her brother in Texas for Thanksgiving, we’re going out and buying a full-height, live tree, dammit. Don’t ask me exactly where it’s going, but as a born half-Catholic/half-Jew and a practicing Pagan, this is going to be one kickass Winter Holiday Tree. I wish I had a polar bear/ice cream cone type of ornament.
**Drae ** - we want to see pics!
so - I come into the office today and the walls are plastered with pics of me and the other gal who’s hit 25 years. So far we’ve gotten flowers, a sash, cape, and crown. (yes I will post a pic as soon as the gal who took it emails it to me) And our cubies are strewn with crepe streamers and little blue foil stars. Later there will be lunch and cake, and supposedly the VPs will come over to shake our hands -
yeah yeah yeah - just give me money
First, {{{{{{Taters and family}}}}}}. Cancer sucks. I hope they can find an alternative treatment that works really well. Prayers headed your way from here.
Yesterday when Papa Tigs got home it was warm and sunny and he was all set to take the dogs to the beach. Except it was Tuesday. All the county parks are closed on Tuesdays, so no swimming for the puppies. 
So he took them out for a long walk. About wore them out, too – instead of being pulled by him, apparently Papa Tigs was having to pull silly Isaac all the way home because he was tired and didn’t want to walk any more, thank you!
Drae, if your dress is anything like this dress from Dragon*Con a few years ago, more power to your rack!
I’ve eaten pupusas, LiLi, but have no clue how to make them. Now, if you wanted help with a Filipino or Guamanian recipe, Papa Tigs would be your expert. He makes fabulous Filipino and Guamanian food. Except for all the Spam[sup]®[/sup] recipes, which I gather are very popular, judging by the 300+ page Guamanian Spam[sup]®[/sup] cookbook he has. :eek:
I’m having a very quiet day today. Except for worrying about my poor sister. She’s been severely bipolar for many years, and then was diagnosed with early onset Parkinson’s about four years ago (and couldn’t get on disability for nearly three years even though she’d been laid off and couldn’t find a job anywhere that she could do). As if that wasn’t enough, however, last month she was also diagnosed with kidney problems, probably caused by her bipolar meds – and now this week? Rheumatoid arthritis! The universe is just dumping on her. It’s so frustrating. And there’s not a damn thing I can do about it except try to figure out a way to help support her financially since the disability system leaves her with less money than a person can actually live on. Sigh.
Anyway, back to work. I guess that’s the most productive thing for me to do.