Quick, fill-in MMP

How can it possibly be 8:26 p.m. already?

I’ve speedread my way through the MMP. Nice pics everyone. I’ll link a Christmas one after the holidays…

Good thoughts to your friend and his son, FCM and to you too, Puggy.

Traindriving sure is inspiring. :smiley: What kind of train will you be driving, zelie?

How can the Swiss not have bedsheets? I’ve slept in hotels there. They must have them somewhere. I wanna see the picture of the sign with cities in 3 countries!!! I think we may need to chip in to get you a camera, Nava.

Well, gotta get tonight’s quota of laundry done. And cards and presents for work.

Looks like there’s a chance I’ll get off work earlyish tomorrow - that would be wonderful. (I was there till 6:30 tonight.)

All those with The Sick[sup]TM[/sup], please get better!

I LOVE that BriteLite cube, Drae. I never had BriteLites (I think they made them when I was little - or maybe I just had younger friends who had them) and think they would really be fun. Might have to acquire one. I’m sure my niece and nephew would have fun too.

Back after I’ve accomplished something.

GT

Guess what I have in my hot little hands right now? Bobbio’s nuts! <snerk>

Road Trip!!!

We are heading for Huntsville Friday! Two carloads of us! This is gonna be fun!

I haven’t done much today - had to go to the doctor about my back. She gave me some muscle relaxants and some pain meds, so at least I’ll be able to sleep tonight. I’m going to go in Tuesday for some lab work; then we’re going to get me on some appetite supressants. I’ve go to do something about my weight; I’m sure part of the problem with my back is because I’ve gained weight. It’s been a vicious cycle - my back hurts, so I don’t exercise, so I gain more weight, so my back hurts when I try to do anything… . I probably shouldn’t have tried snatching those blackberry vines out of the ground yesterday - that’s what brought on bad pain. I’m going to start walking for exercise. Hopefully I’ll be able to find someone to walk with me. It’s not nearly as boring with company, and I’m much less likely to blow it off.

I have three nights of hockey this weekend! Yippee!

rosie! Get your hands off Bobbio’s nuts!!! Kids these days!
<snerk>

Is it me or is our juvenility rating rather high today?

GT

I get 4 hockey games in the next eight days. :smiley: I had spaghetti and salad for dinner. Somebody has pissed in Lucretia’s cornflakes today, she’s been assulting the dog all day.

gt, it’s the MMP, of course its juvenile.

rigs, Denver is gonna have a white Christmas.

Fingers are crossed, Puggy.

Off to work.

hey, y’all. Semi-serious time. I’m signing off in favor of my trip to Indyanner. We’re leaving late morning time but still have a metri buttload of crap to get done. I just finished anoter dozen tins of spicy nuts. I don’t wanna see another peecan ever again…

I might lurk before we leave, but I doubt I’ll be able to post until we get to Charleston WV tomorow night (VWife doesn’t like deathmarch road trips :rolleyes: ).

Wish us a safe journey, and the same for the rest of you who have to venture further than the local drugstore this weekend in case you get The Sick[sup]tm[/sup].

Zeli, we’ll talk trains later. If you haven’t figued it out, they’re my big vice since I can’t hang around in whorehouses anymore.

And I can’t type for shit, either. I think I broke my givadammer…

Have a safe trip, Bobbio. We want your svelte self back all in one piece, you hear me?

The boss is keeping me extra busy, but I suppose that’s good. So far, I’ve been able to give him what he requests. Let’s hope I can keep it up.

We’re expecting gusty winds again tonight. They say it shouldn’t be as bad as the windstorm we endured last week. However, many trees were severely weakened by the last storm. Additionally, there are still over 100,00 people without power.

My daughter and husband were having a battle of wits at the dinner table tonight. They went back and forth for several minutes, when my daughter was sort of shut down. At this point, the hubby triumphantly exclaimed, “HAH! I’ve out-clevered you, Kirsten!”. Ummm, yeah…in true MMP fashion he was making up words.

Rigsy, I’ll wear a mask so you won’t contaminate me. Besides, I’ve already told all of you, I don’t have time for “The Sick”. Too much to do, too little time to get it accomplished.

Nothing much too exciting going on. I’m going to clean and condition my leather sofa and loveseat tonight and do some general tidying up. I may also wash all the crystal and wine glasses that my step-mother gave me, so that I can display them in my glass cupboard. We’ll see how ambitious I feel.

Off to get busy.

Doesn’t your SIL know the correct phrase is “Hah! Run rings around you, logically!”

Why am I still awake? I forewent (past tense of forego) dinner with friends in favor of getting some real sleep tonight - so why aren’t I asleep?

Given recent subject matter, I read this – just for a fleeting moment, mind you – as “chicken porn.”

Whoa, check out the breasts on that chick!

ahem

So I satisfied my inner geek in an admirably thrifty and unexpectedly providential way today. Seems Staples finally got stock in of the new Logitech MX Revolution mouse. I’ve been wanting one since they came out to replace my aging MX1000. I had a $50 Staples gift card that was given to me by a very appreciative client of mine whose wedding video I DVD-ized. (She already paid for my services; the gift card was an unexpectedly generous bonus) I also knew of at least two other stores that sold the same mouse for $95. And Staples price matches. So, I print out the product page on one such website, then call to make sure they have stock. They do. So I head over to Staples, grab a box off the shelf and go to the Customer Service counter to get them to price match. And they do. Which means they have to give it to me for $91.50 (matched price less 10% of the difference) plus taxes. So I hand them my gift card and they run it through. Turns out I was mis-informed about the balance on the card. There wasn’t $50 on it. There was $70. Double bonus! I walked out of the store paying just $35 out of my pocket.

My inner geek is pleased.

Yes, but by two American expats, which is why all the food is Americana.

In Spanish we have two words for nostalgia. Nostalgia and morriña (which is actually from Galego). While I was in Ireland with a bunch of other teens from Spain and France we decided that “nostalgia” is an illness of the brain which happens when Grandpa starts waxing poetic about how wonderful things were way back when, forgetting about things like a sister dead at age 11 of the flu and a daughter at 3yo of a lung infection. OTOH, morriña is a purely stomachal phenomenon during which you miss Momma’s cooking. Or, as the case were, BBQ.
gt, all I’m seeing in Switzerland and Germany is “duvet sets”. That’s a cover for the duvet, a lower bedsheet (also called "mattress protector) and a cover for the pillow. The previous time I was here, it was July but the bed had one of those too. Pillow which is smaller than I’m used to… normally I’d use those in a sofa. I was able to find a pillow that’s not just 40x40 and with more consistency than Paris Hilton’s brain, but haven’t found sets of “upper bedsheet, lower bedsheet and pillowcase” yet. But they exist in France, so I’m hopping over there to get me one. I don’t care if it’s ugly so long as it’s not pink.

There’s been already a couple times when I’ve woken up just enough to do what I had to do, gone back to bed but then awakened fully because… I couldn’t find the upper bedsheet! Where is it, where is it?

Oh.

No upper bedsheet.

Damn. :smack:

The following is BibKitty and zelie’s fault.

A couple years back, I was working with people from Mexico (two different parts of the country, with slightly different dialects), Argentina, Chile, Colombia and Brasil. We were having a silly language problem. No, not understanding each other: in spite of how different all those accents sound, that wasn’t a problem.

The problem was that the word I’d normally use for “grab” means “fuck” in Mexico. Hrm. The Mexican proposal was dirty in Argentina and so forth. We were finally able to find a version which didn’t give anybody the giggles, but it was hard.

So, the first night we’re all at dinner and this Mexican guy that I really don’t know how did he manage to be so innocent some times says “what we should do is just stop using any words that have a dirty meaning. Just stop using them at all!”

“So,” say I, “we can never eat again? No more fish? No meat? No eggs, hot dogs (which aren’t really meat), green beans, conches, snails, oysters…?” and went on on this vein for several minutes. I translated for the gringos later, when the Hispanics weren’t within earshot any more.

It would be a hungry world indeed :smiley:

OK…now I get it. Didn’t think about duvets, but now that you mention it, I’m not surprised.

I woke up at (you guessed it) 3:00. And couldn’t fall asleep again. Read for a while, a couple of times. Got sleepy, but didn’t sleep.

Good thing I was planning to get up early anyway, huh?

Gotta put some cards and work presents together.

Have a lovely Thursday, everyone! (It’s my Friday…yay!!!)

GT

Nava, when I was still in the Navy and my squadron was deployed to Rota, Spain, I learned about those language quirks. Not directly, mind you - my Spanish is less than rudimentary - but because of the guys who worked for me - they were Puerto Rican.

I don’t recall the words, but I remember Petty Officer Navarro telling me how he got in trouble trying to chat up a girl at a disco. He said something that was perfectly benign “back home” but it was extremely rude in southern Spain. I felt sorry for him - he really was a very polite young man, but he came across as crass.

Two people divided by a shared language indeed.

And speaking of the juvenility of this thread, it struck me as if everyone caught a case of The Bear! :eek: I guess it’s a tribute to our resident king of TMI and junior high mentality… :wink:

And along those lines, sorta, I had an incredibly bizarre dream last night. I was at work, although it looked more like the place I worked in FL than where I work now, and my boss was my husband’s just-retired boss. I was most dismayed to discover that someone had stolen all my clothes.

No, they didn’t mug me and steal what I was wearing - but they stole every piece of clothing I owned. Now, why I had my wardrobe at work, I have no idea. For a while, I was walking around in this dream wearing a shorts suit (a pant suit, but with shorts instead) with knee highs and pumps (I am such the fashion plate!) Then for some reason, I was just wrapped in a shower curtain - a clear plastic shower curtain. So was Drew Barrymore. :confused: And my boss was going to give us a couple of those belt-things that you see workers at Home Depot wearing - the kind that keep them from hurting their backs. For some reason, Drew and I were supposed to put them on, then fight. :confused: :confused: :confused:

There was also a coworker in the dream who thought the whole episode was hilarious and she kept following me around and laughing. I also vaguely recall a naked, well endowed guy trying to seduce me. :eek:

Anyway, when I woke up, I was exhausted and somewhat unnerved. Very bizarre. And, no, I wasn’t drinking last night.

Bernie’s been walked and fed, there’s a load of laundry in the washer, and we’ll be heading to my mom’s in a couple-three hours to deliver Bernie. En route, I’ll pick up the last of my ceramics, and on the way home, we’ll stop at Ikea, then at my sister’s for dinner. Kitty sitter is coming tonight, but **FCD ** will have to deal with her.

Whew - quite the long post for this hour of the morning!

FCM, are you sure that wasn’t FCD’s dream?

Morning all, well it’s nearly afternoon now and I’m just out of bed. Don’t you just love having the day off?

Puggy, we’ll be keeping everything crossed for you, Ophie will keep pedalling too but she’s asleep at the moment. She’s a clever cat though, she can probably pedal in her sleep.

Cute pics, swampy, I like the penguins though, they’re fun. Many years ago I spent a couple of summers working on a conservation project in the Falklands tagging and monitoring penguins, they’ve been my favourites for a long time.

We went to the pub last night with friends, the bonus was that the guest beer was Enville Gothic Ale. Definitely a big bonus because Enville only brew Gothic for three months each year and it’s quite difficult to find. The pub that used to have it (The Hog’s Head) was taken over by a pub-chain (became the Hogshead) and stopped having any real ales at all, but it’s one of those places where you can find seventeen different types of lager. Bah! Bad pub. Nasty lager stuff. Far too fizzy…

That was pretty much the only place that sold Gothic, until last night when it made a rare appearance in the Moon Under Water. I was a very happy Fae last night! Less happy this morning with a fuzzy head, so keep the noise down, 'kay?

MORNIN’ BOOFAE!!! HOW YA FEELIN?

Many fine gentlemen have caught The Bear. Nary a complaint amongst 'em. :smiley:

Swampy, you are a Very Bad Man.

And it’s taken you this long to figure it out?

There is one bear in Navarra. Yes, one. Well, apparently now there’s more, but anyway, there’s one that’s often in the comic strip of the local newspapers. For some reason I always picture swampy looking like Camille… (who is male, in spite of the name, and who got the name before Her Quasiroyal Horseface became famous)

Sounds like the people in Denver are having a heck of a white Christmas. We’re supposed to get rain all weekend. It’s even sprinking right now.

Nava, the dirty stuff is not my fault. I’m sweet and innocent. I’m as pure as the driven snow.
:smiley:
Okay, maybe as pure as the driven slush.

Is it nasty, warm, sticky stuff with various bits of pond scum?