Yourself! I’m secure in the belief that middle age doesn’t begin until I’m 50! So there! Why no, I am not living in a fantasy world. That is the “Truth According to Taters” so that’s just the way it is. 
It’s getting hotter out.
See, I told you it wasn’t that bad. at the nonbelievers. Shun the nonbelievers! Shuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuun!
SCL, I’m sorry things didn’t go as well as they should have. But your pieces are beautiful and I’m sure with a better audience they’ll get the attention they deserve. 
BBB, congrats on the wings!
Lazy, don’t wanna to go work and stuff.
Um, I thought you were supposed to stone the nonblievers. Or get them stoned. Or something.
Or does that only work on infidels, not on garden-variety nonbelievers?
**SCL **-- Better luck next time. And it doesn’t sound like it was a total fiasco, just not quite as good as you were hoping for.
**Meli *– you movin’ to China? 
**Taters **-- I’m with you on the middle-age thing (43 too). I’ve decided Middle Age always starts 5 years from now.
Meeks – zits are your body’s way of telling you it still feels young
All the White Chocolate lovers – OK, I’ll share
Everyone I’ve missed – sorry. This MMP is mighty active! :o
Last but far from least – thank you all for the good thoughts and the kind words. They really do help.
*Think sino- as a prefix. It’s more obvious to me because in Hebrew the name for China is “Sin” 
The thing is, taters, my acne as a teen was HORRIBLE. I mean, horrible. People in India (they don’t really get acne there) would think I’d been bitten by 1000 mosquitos. My dermatologist - and I went to my derm more than my regular doctor - was stymied. So i think I’ve had my due!
And yet - and yet.
I have figured out what is wrong with the toilet seats here! They are both too small for the toilet **and ** mounted off-center. Consequently, women who actually sit, rather than hover, end up halfway in the bowl. I am quite pleased with my discovery, although I wonder at the genius who thought this was a good idea. Perhaps they take sadistic glee in women getting dunked in the toilet.
I still don’t have a clue who the “me” that left me the document is, but the document is finished and waiting for its owner to appear. I also received my important phone call, so today is definitely looking up.
I never really had acne as a teenager, but once I hit thirty, I started getting really enormous zits. I always have a couple on my face now. At least I was spared the horrid back acne that my father and brother endured.
So. This guy, that I talked to on Tuesday, and said 'call me Thursday, we’ll talk" has so far not returned the call from the voice mail I left him 3 hours ago, and I’m leaving here in…50 minutes.
The thing is, he knows that where I’m going from here (gym), I’ll run into him.
I hope to hell he doesn’t think we’re going to talk while I’m trying to workout.
jerkoff. :dubious:
I feel your pain mika. I’m part of the group that’s got issues with adult acne. And I had it as a teen. And I had it/have it on my back. And face. It sucks.
No. Sadistic is the guy who puts Saran Wrap over the bowl in a dimly lit restroom…
Preach it, Sister! We’re only as old as we feel!
Of course, that means my knees are about 75 today.
And I just found out I’m going to Charlotte for a week at the beginning of August. For Sales Training for a new line that we’re carrying. I took a look at the agenda, and I’m gonna need a lot of coffee.
I feel like a 21 year old. Problem is, I can never find one…
Nah. That’s just the hot flashes kickin’ in.
Listen, poster child for middle aged straight white men and Taters, whether y’all like it or not, you both are headed straight to oldfartage. Look, if I gotta go, I’m takin’ others, too!
It’s weird, isn’t it? The SO isn’t troubled by it at all. And it’s left some scars, not a lot, but they’re there. When I look at my pre-teen pictures and see how silky soft my skin was and how perfect, I just wanna weep.
Happy Thursday, all! It was a very quiet 4th in my neighborhood. I fretted a bit about how the animals would react, but I don’t think I heard a thing! We crashed early, too - we were in bed before 9. **FCD ** took a sleeping pill that knocked him on his butt, and I watched TV for a little while before entering the snooze mode.
**SCL ** - welcome to my world! On the other hand, you don’t have to make any more for the next show, right? So there’s that.
Work today was boring, as usual. One of my favorite coworkers got a job offer and I’m pretty sure he’s going to take it. I’m sincerely happy for him, but I’ll miss him. He’s good people.
I read the minutes from the last Rec Committee meeting. They seem to think that morale in the command can be lifted by ice cream. I’m not kidding!! We’ve got people quitting left and right - at least 5 in July alone - and apparently it has nothing to do with the command atmosphere or the constant reorganizations or the fact that some teams are working their asses off while others of us pretty much just twiddle our thumbs. No, it’s not that. It’s the lack of ice cream. :rolleyes: Dare I hope that the new CO who takes over next week will be able to turn this place around??
I’ve touched up the remaining doors - with luck, we’ll get them installed tonight. I’ve got poke chops thawing for supper. And it’s almost Friday. I guess it’ll be a decent afternoon and evening…
I had more zits when I started going into menopause than I ever had as a teenager. And the only time I had back acne was when I was pregnant with Young Tiger. The good news is that finally, now that I’m in my 50s, it appears to have pretty much quit. And I’m even developing – gasp! – dry skin! Amazing!
I have spent today doing basically nothing, nada, zero, zilch, rien. Except for finishing the last 20 pages of that monster job I’ve been working on for several days. It’s actually one of my favorite jobs because it’s a board meeting of a very worthwhile organization that does a whole lot of good in the world, so I always learn something from it and have enormous respect for the folks involved. But it was still over 400 pages. Oy. So I’ve taken the rest of the day off, for some strange reason.
I timed it perfectly to take Isaac out in yard to chase his Kong this afternoon – just as he was getting tired, a couple drops of rain fell. So I put the chair in the shed since it’s made out of fabric and we strolled into the house – and just as we walked in the door, the skies opened up and it started raining. So I have a happy dog and I didn’t get wet. Of course, I also picked up all the piles of dog doodoo all over the yard, and no sooner had I sealed up the bag than Rusty trotted out and left a giant new pile. Stoopid dogs!
Other than that, all I’ve done is wind up a bunch of skeins of yarn into nice center-pull balls. And start another project, my first real attempt at lace knitting with lace yarn, a beautiful triangular shawl. I had to knit a swatch and then downsize the needles I’m using since apparently I knit a bit larger than gauge. Which I was expecting since that’s always been my problem. It’s going to be really, really purty, if I do say so myself! It’ll probably take me a month to finish it, of course – and not because I get lazy and don’t finish it, but because knitting a big triangular shawl on size 4 needles with lace yarn takes a lot of knitting! :eek: But the yarn feels so lovely – it’s Jagger Spun 50% silk/50% merino wool, and is soft as can be. Feels heavenly!
I’m sorry you didn’t sell more, SCL, but it’s more a commentary on your potential buyers’ lack of smarts than a reflection on your lovely work! Seriously, take some photos and I can see gifts in the future for several female relatives. I try to give unique, handmade things to my mom and MIL. A few years ago I really scored by getting them both lovely silver pins made by an old friend of a coworker who used to be the silversmith at Colonial Williamsburg and is now out on his own; they were truly gorgeous and unique, and not even expensive to boot. And last year they each got lovely canvas tote bags, made locally and monogrammed, which they’ve both used endlessly. That’s the kind of thing I like to give – something I know they’ll use but that doesn’t fill their houses with more stuff. So your jewelry would definitely fit the bill!
Back to my knitting. And vegging.
When I went to my aunts they kept complaining about how dry their skin was in Colorado. True, my arms and legs dried up, but I was SO happy about how dry my face was. Wow!
Also, Mama Tigs, I’ve been thinking about the question you asked me on the CDs. I considered having you send them back to me, and I could try to locate what they were and who sang them*. The thing is, I’m not even sure about a lot of them myself. Be aware that 95% of Indian pop music comes from a movie somewhere, so it’s not the artist/album you need to know, but the movie name. Because even if it’s sung by Mohammed Rafi, for example, just googling Mohammed Rafi may or may not get you the song you need. But looking up that movie is guaranteed to do so. So I’m a bit stymied as to how to do it.
*I have no problem if you wanna send them back and I can go through them, slowly, and at least tell you the names and what information I do know about them. It could take me a while but I have no problem doing it…it’s just a matter of if you feel like sending them.
Crap! that means I’m 80-freakin’-years old.
I’m off tomorrow!! Wheeeeeeeeeee! Work went OK, and I am glad the holiday is over. I’m making turkey chili tonight, and beerverages will follow.
BBBobbio, what a night! Did the ambulance pick up the bear, too?
SCL, sorry it didn’t go so well. Still, you have some experience to find a good gig for next time.
BooFae, clapshot? Sound like something you need after a night of naughty fun.
Arky, I had some fun like that once.
swampy, I read that as “I lurched” I think I have too much blood in my alcohol. 
'Lo all.
I am back from work, and more tired than your average bear.
Fudgicle for dinner.
Going to watch some more Bob Newhart after a nice bath. I am planning on being in bed early. I have such an exciting life. I have to do it all again im morgen, so that’s why…
I have more acne now than I did as a teen. And it’s nasty stuff that needs Clindamycin lotion to clear it. Bah. Getting old sucks. (I will be 45 next week).
Nu-uh! No hot flashes for me; I’m still in young(ish) woman mode.
.I’ll be kickin’ and screamin’ all the way. I am NOT headed to old fartdom. I refuse. You ain’t takin’ me along on that ride, no way, no how.
Mr. Taters just got home and left again. He headed out to meet our neighbor on the lake to have some fun. He was seriously thinking about not going, because he’s tired. He hasn’t been able to sleep the past couple of nights. Last night he was up at 1:30 am because he couldn’t sleep. He had to be at work at 4:30 am. However, the neighbor and his buds talked him into it. He’ll have fun, and hopefully, he’ll sleep well.
I should be productive and do some cleaning up around the house. My sheets and stuff need washing, so I should do that. I wish I had a clotheline. I miss the smell of sheets after they’ve been hanging outside to dry.