I’m not going to tell Cloud Maiden the truth - she’d be traumatized for life. (Well, not really. But still.) I’d left the bottle there after I initially bought it and then forgot about it completely until last night. I’ve obviously become too used to living by myself. I mean, I certainly didn’t expect she’d *actually try it out. *
Who posted to Elise’s food blog a few weeks ago? I really like her recipes. For lunch I made the tuna arugula pasta dish - it was gooood. Could be spicier though. I like the bite the arugula adds to the dish.
We finally got the new 'puter out of the box and set up. While for tax purposes it’s my work backup computer – which is, obviously, 100% legitimate; if my work 'puter dies, I’m up a certain creek paddleless – in reality it’s the travel/goof-off 'puter. So in order of priority, I loaded Firefox, Adblock (except on the Dope, natch, the Google ads here are too funny!), and the full Zone Alarm firewall+antivirus/spyware suite. Papa Tigs had already gotten it set up on our home network, and I have to admit I geeked out sending something to the printer wirelessly; even though I’ve been using a computer since the mid-80s and have been online since Christmas 1990, I don’t think I had ever printed something without a hardwired connection. So I briefly geeked out. Now I just have to figure out why the printer has suddenly decided to print everything all smudged and smeared; I could barely read the Zone Alarm license key what with all the smudging. It’s always something, isn’t it?
Anyway, back to work. Why is it that when I get a rush job that I have plenty of time to work on (in this case three days), it’s always insanely easy because everyone takes turns talking and speaks slowly and clearly, so that it could be twice as long as it is and I’d still get it done easily; whereas when I have 8 hours or so, everyone’s talking all at once and the sound quality is awful and they all have foreign accents, and it’s twice as long as it should be for me to get it done easily? Does the universe really have that perverse a sense of humor? :dubious:
ETA: I forgot to mention how 'puter-overloaded our family is now. Right now Papa Tigs and I each have a desktop; he has his work laptop, and now we have the travel laptop; and as if that weren’t enough, we have snowbunny’s desktop, which I actually used as my backup work 'puter when my hard drive crashed a few months ago. Granted, we’ll be giving that one back to her with the rest of her stuff in May, but in the meantime, we have two people and five 'puters. What is wrong with this picture?
And… is it just me, or do too many of us seem to have relationship (or lack thereof) problems around here lately?
Re: the D/s thread – I only read about 20 posts in, but I think that the most important thing for children is to be loved (and not spoiled completely rotten, but I think that’s completely outside the context of this discussion.) If they’re loved, they can deal with the fact that their parents may live differently from the societal norms (and – if they’re loved – their parents will explain to them that this is in fact the case).
In fact, it could be a good lesson in tolerance – “we’re different from most people, and just the way we expect other people to respect **our **choices, we expect you kids to respect **other **people’s way of life.”
All of this is of course contingent on healthy parent-child ties – which unfortunately cannot be taken for granted in any family, “freakinsh” or “normal.” If it’s there, they’ll grow up (mostly) OK despote the “freakiness”; if not, they won’t do too well even if the family is outwardly completely normative.
Bottom line – it works for them? More power to them.
Bleah, I really don’t want to go anywhere, dammit. I just want to stay inside on this ucky, rainy, gray day and read my book, dammit.
I’m becoming such a curmudgeonly woman. My mother, sister, BIL, nephew, MIL and my family will be at MIL’s for Easter dinner. My mother will drive me insane inside of 15 minutes, like she always does. My sister, who must dominate every conversation and knows EVERYTHING will drive me insane inside of 10 minutes.
If you read about someone having to be hauled off in a straightjacket to the mental hospital, you’ll know it was me…
It says “when the day of judgment comes, all Christians will be impaled on stakes and all of their women will become sex slaves to the Jews, who are the rightful lords of the earth.”
Arrggjhhh!!! I just stubbed two toes and I think the middle one is broken. It’s turning purple and hurts like a bitch. Crap. I have an icebag on it but I really need to get off this computer and go elevate it. But then I’ll have to cook dinner at 4:00 anyway, and I have a Feud game to score, and, and … just “Crap!”
Looks like. My relationship stuff just got way more complicated. Miscommunication had me thinking “breaking up” when what was meant was only “slow down”.
I’ve been trying all day to figure out how to say exactly this. Thank you, Lunch
I thought your quote was: "To crush your enemies, see them driven before you, and to hear the lamentation of the women. " Translation isn’t my strong suit.
It’s the Bi-PolarII. Sometimes, when I’m on a high cycle and don’t think about it, I do dumb things - stretch limits and such. Way in the past, I actually DID some of the ‘bad thing’ and was forgiven and we’ve moved on.
Lately, I had some communication online and by phone with some people I shouldn’t, and she discovered it.
No, the BP is not an excuse, but people get blind and feel unconquerable in that state. Just my stupidity.
I’m GOING to fix myself, I have to. She’s better right now. We’ve decided to save Easter, the plate of cheese and grapes is out and I’ll toss some cornish hens in pretty soon. The Kid’s at her BF’s parent’s today, so she missed all this.
Funny thing is, in the past she’s always said I should talk to a friend, have someone to vent at, get feedback and all that. I’ve seen counselors but told her I’m not the type to “talk” with friends. And yet, here I am telling the MMP shit I’ve never spoken to my closest friends about.
It means a lot to have you guys here.
The bad news (well, ok…) is that I made something of an emergency call to Doc Lisa, who I refer to as my Kooky Doctor. She made me get some Xanax. Which, is kind of…relaxing? But now means I cannot partake of my Easter Mimosas.
Happy Easter to those of us who celebrate it, and Happy Sunday to the rest. We have six inches of fresh snow, with more in the forecast. It has been snowing off and on for five days already, it looks more like Christmas out there than anything else. At least the daylight is is lengthening so I know that it really is spring.
My kids are finally too grown up to need to color eggs, but they still demand candy, so they each have a bunch of jelly beans, chocolate eggs, peeps, and white chocolate bunnies. That should result in much hyperactivity!
Supper is going to be glazed ham, green beans, sweet taters, potatoes au gratin, raspberry and sour cream jello salad, biscuits, and cherry pie a la mode. I invited Brother Brad, if he shows up I’m hoping that he brings the cheesecake with black cherry sauce like he did last year.
I need to go make myself presentable, I hope you all enjoy the day!
