Yay for more studio space!
Those skirts are damn scary. Really.
I do occasionally think about joining Facebook. If I used my married name it would be a little harder to locate me. I dunno. Between about three or four messageboards and my blog and about ten other blogs I read regularly, I don’t need another time sink.
Baby has just gone to sleep, protesting. I think he protested for six whole minutes. I might take a nap, too. Without crying, just to show how it’s done. Yawn.
Gotta love the students who turn in their shit with seven minutes to spare.
Sometimes I’m tempted to tell them not to bother. 99% of the time, late papers don’t make a damn difference. Particularly if you haven’t turned in half of your previous assignments. :rolleyes:
apropos of absolutely nothing, for future reference, very pretty formal occasion plus size dresses can be found here
I just finished making a mega-batch of sketty sauce - at least 3 meals worth. I’ll let it simmer another hour or so, then let it cool a bit and bag it for the freezer. It was a messy batch - I got my t-shirt, the stove, the wall, and the surrounding counters.
I think I may roast a chicken for supper - roasting isn’t as messy as rotissing, although it takes a little longer. But it’s not like we have a lot to do today… **FCD ** is snoring on the couch, with Taz cuddled in the hollow between his calves.
I’m really worried about Bernie - a little earlier today, she started twitching as if she was having a full-body spasm. She seems OK now, but I’m still keeping an eye on her. Poor old girl - she really is an old lady.
A nap might feel good right now, ya think? I may mosey back to bed for a while.
Aww, poor Bernie. Give her some loves and scritches for me.
So, when are we going to see pictures of you at the wedding, FCM?
I still haven’t managed to get myself cleaned up. I keep getting sucked into threads here. I should get going though.
Mr. Taters wants to go out to dinner tonight. He wants to go to an Italian place, so I guess I we’re going. We have been really, really bad with our diet this week. Last night we had burgers again. We really need to get back on the wagon and get our poop in a group.
Actually, I could lie down and take a nap about now. But, I’ve wasted almost three hours this morning, so I really need to get going.
They’ve got some really cute stuff, rosie. I hover between plus and regular sizes, so I’ll keep this one in file just in case.
And OMG, they even ship to Canada without charging a ridiculous customs clearance fee! Shocking! Most sites with cute clothes either don’t ship outside the US or charge ridiculous sums of money for the privilege of shipping to Canada? :mad: Actually, it’s probably for the best. I’d be utterly broke if Anthropologie shipped to Canada at reasonable rates.
FCM, I’m sending over lots of virtual hugs and scritches for poor Bernie. Hope she’s OK.
My security pass is still missing, and the director hasn’t signed the approval to get me a new one. Not sure how I’m supposed to get into the office on Sunday without a pass, short of learning to teleport through locked doors… maybe this means I’ll just have to stay home and putter around my garden, right?*
*(and since I’m wishing for the impossible, maybe I’ll discover a couple million have been mysteriously donated to my bank account and a magical portal to chocolate-land in my closet, while I’m at it)
Gah, I didn’t even think of that! hates ticks even more
Oh, and rigs, I’m off for the next week. Gradjiation’s today and first summer session doesn’t start until the 20th.
I’m going to the mountains next weekend! I’ll stop by and see my dad on his birthday as well! And even better news…
SHAOLIN DOLEMITE came in the mail today!
Taters, I emailed my mom *again * asking for pics. My youngest sis has a set to give me, but they’re regular photos, so I’ll need to drag out the computer with the scanner. I should poke my brother, too - he had a camera… And my daughter’s new MIL. All these folks with pics need to share!!!
In fact, I’ll email the mother of the groom - I have her addy.
For the record, my house smells sketty-riffic. 
Well, fuck a duck…I won’t know the results of my biopsy until “the early part of next week” because my doctor won’t be in until then and he has to go over them yet. What does that mean? Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday? Arrgh, that’s frustrating.
FCM, you tell your family that we Mumpers are tapping our feet with impatience. so they need to get those pictures to you ASAP.
Okay, now I really do have to get cleaned up.
Oh suuuurrre, I’m finally home with access to the Dope so I can keep up with you guys and no one is posting!
What’s up, surely you can’t be busy with real life?
no, but the bossman was hovering for the last few hours…
Just finished sticking a chickie in the oven, bagging the sketty sauce (and I found 3 more bags in the freezer) and feeding the critters. I’ve got a basket of towels here to fold. And I should think about veggies to go with supper.
What happened to my nap?? <sigh>
Two things of importance have happened since last posting. Well, more than two.
I dropped the baby. Well, not dropped. He was sitting up on the floor with me holding him (on a blanket! Padding!) and he slipped and fell forward. Probably about six inch drop. I was the worst mother ever for about ten minutes, and then he forgot. I knew this was going to happen. It’ll probably happen again soon, since he’s the Squirmiest Baby Every (“Put me down! I can walk! Ow! Falling over!”)
I phoned my parents to whine about the Weird Reappearing Friend and dropping the baby and they came over with chocolate cake. Dufflet chocolate cake (Mahna, are you jealous?).
My Dad gave me an envelope, and said, “this should cover most of the vacuum cleaner”. It does. Dad! I love you but you’re nuts!
So right now I feel guilty, less stressed, and full of chocolate.
We need lots of wedding pics! And Taters, keeping fingers crossed for good biopsy results and soon.
{{Taters}}
I’ve written a letter to my mother and I’m putting it on hold while I think about whether I really should hit Send. The advice here is always to talk to the person in person. But they live far away so it would have to be on the phone, and neither of us are good on the phone. Plus, I feel like I wouldn’t get to cover all the points I want to if she’s there responding to what I say.
It’s not a bad letter. There’s no aggression. It’s all in the “when you do… I feel…” format. And it’s not a really bad issue. It’s just the stuff I’ve talked about here before where she hates to travel but we live 1/2 a continent away so she looks for any excuse she can find not to come (“it’s too hot between June and August so those months are out” or “We’re too busy in May” or “we can’t possibly come between October and April because it could snow” or “There’s nothing else we want to see out there. We’ll have to wait until there’s a tour group or elderhostel that we’re interested in going to out in that area so we have something to do besides see you guys.” Seriously. Those are all excuses I’ve heard.) and all of that hurts me, and I want to express that but I don’t think I can do it on the phone. So I know email’s not the right way to go… but I don’t know how else to say everything I want to say and to really get heard. This is really starting to weigh on me though and I need to deal with it. I’m just not sure of the best way to do that.
I just woke up from a nap after, uh, a few distractions… But I’m still tired. Oh, how I hope that we’ll be going out for dinner.
:dubious: were you being appreciated?
well, that’s why! 
{{LiLi}} for the dropped baby. You could get him a little helmet for while he’s in this squirmy stage. 
It’s 4:40 on Friday afternoon. Dear god, let it be 5:00. Now. I really, really, really wanna get out of this office.
I’m seeing Iron Man late tonight and giving a dinner party tomorrow, then jetting off on a business trip early Monday. Trying to figure out if I can claim some one-on-one face time with my favorite person, dinner party guest, and cat-sitter in between those. Hmmm. I wish there was a straightforward “percentage of life taken up by Sattua” calculation to let me know if I deserve some more of him or not. Heh.
Our wireless router is on the fritz, so I’ve been having a hard time keeping my internet connection going. I had a nice lovely post all typed up last night and ready to go, and then my internet went out and I couldn’t connect again for two hours. Grrr. So I’m sorta semi caught up, but not really. Yays, hugs, boos and wetnaps as appropriate.
Everything for school is done (Haze, I’m totally one of those people who turns in everything at the last possible minute. Sorry 'bout that). All that’s left is the gradumacation ceremony tomorrow. I still haven’t picked out what I’m wearing yet - better get on that, I guess. My housemates are taking me out to dinner tonight to celebrate. Don’t know where we’re going yet, but I’m sure it’ll be good.
Will try to catch up later, provided my internet decides it wants to work tonight.
Well, poo. I just found out the day I want to have the welcome party for the kids conflicts with my brat nephew’s graduation. Which means most of my family won’t be here. Unless I change my plans. But they’re having a graduation party for him at the end of June, so I pretty much can’t pick a June or July date. Come August, they’ll have been here so long, it’s a little silly to have a welcome party. So the heck with it - I’m sticking to my date.
Not to get into dirty details, but for the longest time, the world has revolved around said nephew. He’s rude (as in never says hello, only talks to us if he wants something, never thanks us for gifts, plants himself in front of the TV and ignores everyone…) but because he’s a man-child, he’s far more valuable to society than anyone else… :rolleyes:
Supper was num! I made peas-n-carrots, cooked up the last bits of 2 bags of fries, and hulled a couple of quarts of strawberries. Never did get a nap.