I am very stressed and freaked. I am off to give the first of 3 pints of my blood and I am dreading the amount of walking I will have to do. I just want to stay home!
Hang is there, rosie.
Big hugs to you, Rosie, we’ll be thinking of you.
Any chance they can get you a wheelchair or scooter, rosie? We have to do this for my mom when visiting the doc.
Poor kitties. 
Poor Snakes and Canes.
It’s Hump Day! Yay! And I’m taking yet another Friday off. We’re moving Mom to a first floor apartment on Saturday so I want to get all my regular stuff done.
gt, I’m beginning to think sleep issues come with the territory of getting older. See what you have to look forward to? 
Tupug
{{{Rosie}}}
bleary-eyed Good morning. I meant to get up at 8 and have an early and productive morning, but I ended up not getting much sleep last night, so I’m a bit of a zombie at the moment. It’s a shame, because I have exactly 40 million things to do today. The weather is down in the 30s. :eek: Someone please tell me why I thought it’d be a good idea to move to this crazy cold city.
Hugs to rosie, SCL, and others who need them as well. 
I was going to ask whether anybody wanted a piece of the chocolate bunny I just got, courtesy of my job. It’s regular milk chocolate with hazelnuts. The other option was white chocolate, which I liked best when I was a kid but not so much now.
But instead the question is, which part would you like, rosie?
I called Lilbro after lunch, because I noticed my cell’s battery was low. They were on the subway, on their way to the airport, so everything is fine on that front, yay! Seeing how much baggage Mom has packed is going to be interesting, I think: she’s given part of it to Lilbro in order to keep under the children-ordainied limit of “a single suitcase and no, you’re not allowed to buy a new one.” The pictures on the floods are pretty spectacular.
Happy Wednesday cum Thursday! Short weeks rock. Pity we don’t get the Monday off, too, but I’ll take what I can get. Caffeine is infusing my bloodstream as we speak, bit of a quiet morning so far too, so a nice easy start. It’s raining and gloomy out though, but surprisingly that’s not affecting my unusually decent mood.
Spent a bit of time being the company’s other PC tech (the one who actually knows a thing or two, but we don’t tell the original PC tech because we don’t want to hurt his feelings :)) because Outlook Express (which we are forced to use at gunpoint) won’t execute Powerpoint attachments, even though they execute fine form the desktop. Gotta admit, it’s got me stumped, though this is partly because work is the only place I use Outlook, so my experience with it is little. (I use it at home, but only because it’s necessary to sync with my PocketPC, and even there I don’t use it, I just let ActiveSync use it.) File associations are all fine for .ppt and .pps extensions, the temporary cache where executed attachments are loaded seems fine, all other attachments seem to execute fine, it’s just Powerpoint. My only guess is that the MIME filetype (“application/vnt.ms-powerpoint”) isn’t quite right and is confusing OE. It shouldn’t be touching the MIME type to determine how to run it, it should check its own file associations. But … meh. I can’t be bothered to spend much time on this – just save the thing to the desktop and run it from there. It’ll take a year of this extra few seconds of activity to add up to the time I spent trying to solve this anyway. (The file that inspired this half-hour tech session? A forwarded E-Mail slideshow entitled “How to draw a dog.” Yes, our department manager loves his joke forwards, he does… :rolleyes: )
#3 is gone. C’mon, Hercules!
If the kitty turns out to be a girl, Herky will probably be renamed Xena the Warrior Princess.
Hugs, Rosie. VWife still has problems walking, even after losing 150 lbs. I hate her scooter, but it’s an Ogsend for her.
I hate it because she always makes me load and unload it when I’m there. Doesn’t matter that I’m also loading a bazillion $ of groceries in the heat/snow/pouring rain/bitter cold :mad:
{{{Rosie}}}
Last night I stunk up the house with garlic as I was cooking dinner: whole wheat rotini pasta, Publix sauce dressed up with sauteed onions, green peppers, and Aidell’s Andouille sausage and some toasted rye garlic bread. It was mighty tasty, but despite brushing vigorously last night and using mouthwash, I still woke up with garlic breath so bad that I could’ve stunned vampires at 100 yards. Yeesh.
Yesterday I had somehow gotten the idea in my head that, despite the fact that it was Tuesday, the 4th of April, Friday would be the 13th of April and time to see the Flaming Lips in concert. Somewhere in this mental time warp, I emailed a friend that I was going to see the show with about meeting up, and neither of us had come to the conclusion that the concert wasn’t going to be until the Friday after this Friday. :smack: I had to email him again this morning to make sure that he knew that I was a putz and had flaked on the basics of how time works when emailing him yesterday.
That’s because you are aspirating the garlic from your lungs. No cite, but I learned that somewhere. So no amount of brushing will help. Same with onions and alchohol. Maybe I can find something on Google.
Wow. Okay. One thing at a time.
{{{rosie}}}. You can do this! We’re all here pulling for you!
SCL, that really sucks. I second the chocolating.
Kitties! VBob, you better make sure Hercules survives. Are litters of kittens always like this?
I actually got some work done yesterday: more than half of my first homework assignment. Of course, this was the easy one. The shallow end of the pool, if you will. This problem set is us dipping our toes in and getting used to the water. Next time, we dive completely underwater.
Speaking of kiddie pool toys, I’ll be running my first lab session of the term tonight. Nothing too difficult, just doing an intro and watching them explore at various stations. Next week is the first real lab with a writeup and homework and everything.
And now, food.
This would explain why, after visiting the Melting Pot last month, I woke up with breath that was like beer brewed with onions. At least I wasn’t the only one.
It’s not THAT cold out there, just a tad windy. No worries, twill warm up again soon! (and I’ll remind you of this dislike of cold in August when we’re all melting).
I ahve the French Sick. My daughter came home with it and decided to give me a souvenir. Sacre bleu!
Hope you do fine, Rosie.
Beats me. I guess it’s about right for orphaned litters and any litter born in a shelter to lose 80%. All I know is that the first 4 kittens (the ones born in the house last week) are all fat and sassy. The only problems among the Pastakids (mom Prego; Spaghetti, Linguini, Fettucine, and Lasagna) is that one had goopy eyes that were stuck shut. Hercules has forced his way in to this group and made him/herself at home.
I promise to get off my ass tonight and post pics, including Hercules.
{{{{{Rosie}}}}}
Sorry your teams lost, SCL and doggio.
Your garlic story, nashii, reminded me of a job I had many years ago, where one of my coworkers was from Taiwan and would eat large amounts of garlic for breakfast, lunch, and supper. He’d come into my office first thing in the morning and lean waaay too close to me (different concepts of necessary amounts of personal space) and breathe garlic fumes in my face that would nearly kill me. <shudder> I’d lean back away from him, and he’d just lean in closer. And I couldn’t say a word to him; it just Wasn’t Done. So I suffered. Daily.
I’m barely here this morning. I blew off therapy this morning because we had a couple of thunderstorms come through last night, and Rusty the World’s Most Cowardly Golden Retriever first got me up a thrilling two hours after I’d managed to go to sleep. (We don’t allow the dogs in the bedroom, ever.) So I snuggled on the couch with him and tried to sleep, but it was just not very comfy for my knee, and the dog was so restless that he wouldn’t let me get back to sleep. I finally gave up and sat up and turned on lights shortly after Papa Tigs left for work at 0 dark 30, and tried reading or knitting for a while, to no avail. Then it seemed to be all quiet, so I tried going back to bed…and no sooner had I laid down and gotten comfy than KA-BOOM! So I got up again, and dozed a bit more on the couch. I finally got back to bed and actually went to sleep about 8:15 this morning, and didn’t get up till the phone woke me at 10:30. I’m just glad this doesn’t happen very often here in Merrylande. It was a daily occurrence for many months of the year in New Orleans, but around here it’s about twice a year. So I can live with it. And Rusty really did try to be good; he curled up on the couch behind my knees and tried to bury himself in the sofa, but he just gets too restless. At one point he even went in and climbed in the bathtub, for the first time ever during a storm – I’ve heard of many dogs who hide in the tub during storms, and I’ve always wished he would – but he was again too restless to stay there. Oh well. I’ll live. Other than a doctor’s appointment this afternoon, I don’t have anything I need to do today. My only regret for missing therapy is that my therapist was talking about discharging me early. So I guess we’ll shoot for Friday.
Okay, off to caffeinate some more. Like that’ll do anything for my seriously comatose state.
But, but it’s APRIL! whine
Sorry to here you got teh French sick, rigs. Hope you feel better soon.
[Eddie Izzard]
The French in American movies play more esoteric characters, characters who say: “My name is Pierre. I am 53. I have come to have sex with your family.”
And the father of the house is going, “Help yourself sir! Because of the debt of honor owed to General Lafayette!”
[/EI]
This is what we’ve been doing with poor Lily, but despite having two of us holding her, it’s still a huge challenge to get drops in her ears AND a pill down her throat. I’ve got scratches on both hands and a bite on my finger.
For which the doctor gave me a tetanus shot this morning and has put me on antibiotics, just in case. :mad:
{{{{{rosie}}}}}
Sorry to hear about the hockey teams, **SCL **and doggio. The Wild are still in it (I think… didn’t hear any updates this morning.) so everyone around here is happy.
It was 18 here this morning with a windchill below zero! :eek: I had to drag my winter coat back out. But yeah, it’s April and that’s to be expected. It was just so nice last week that I think it set our expectations a little high.
nashiitashii, KeithT went to see the Flaming Lips last summer and said it was the best concert he’s ever been to. So, even if it’s not for another week, the concert’s definitely worth the wait.
Doc also gave me a prescription for Ambien this morning. So next time I have trouble sleeping (I’ve actually slept great since Monday when I made the doctor’s appt to talk about my sleeping problems.) so that’ll be great.
I’m hungry! Why isn’t it lunch time yet??
If it’s even remotely close to as fun as seeing The Cure or Flogging Molly (IMO, the best audience vibe ever), I’ll be talking about it for weeks.