Give 'em time.
I should have done this before :smack: will you forgive me?
Cumpleaños feliz,
cumpleaños feliz,
te deseamos Mo-oooork,
¡cumpleaaaaañoos feeeeeliiiiiiiiz!
Happy Birthday, Mindfield!
On my copy of Heinlein’s list of “Things a [person] should know how to do,” tick “Comfort the dying,” please.
Also, somebody please explain, again, why euthanasia is illegal? 
Hi, all! I’m baaack! Didja miss me?
First, yay for FCD’s surgery going well! Here’s hoping he continues to improve and feel wonderful.
And a very Happy Birthday to you, Mork!
I had a wonderful trip. Way too much fun! But it was great to see old friends again, and meet a couple of new ones (well, if you can call folks I’ve hung out online with for several years “new” friends), and see my very favoritest part of the world, the Oregon coast, again. I can never spend too much time on the Oregon coast! I’ll save all the details for next week’s MMP; by then I may have found the energy to take the photos off my camera, too.
Today I’m just going to veg, though. And drink coffee. And pet the pups, who were SO happy to see me when all the guys picked me up at the airport yesterday.
Great OP! First kiss? I remember it, but it wasn’t much, certainly not worth telling the tale. Best first kiss, though? An exchange student from Argentina, named Jorge. A group of us went out sailing one day on someone’s lovely boat, and Jorge proceeded to curl my toes till I thought they just might stay permanently curled. Damn, did that guy know how to kiss!
Anyway, I’m off to catch up and veg some more and drink some more coffee.
Glad things are going well, FCM. Good luck on the job interviews, Haze. And concgratulations on ending the job, Nava, and good luck on the new search! The old job is one that you disliked, except for the pay, isn’t it?
I just sumbled across an article with the intriguing headline “Pros and cons of MMP”.
Nothing to do with the SDMB MMP, though; it’s about the mixed-member proportional electorial sustem proposed for Ontario, though; we vote on it in a referendum on October 10th. (I’m voting ‘yes’.)
I’m almost temped to ask, “what makes a good kiss”, but ISTR that we had a long thread on that a while back. Now, a good hug, on the other hand…
I have an acquaintance who gives the most amazing hugs. She just kinda flows up to me, in a way I’m not sure anyone else has ever done. I suspect good kissing is related. 
Welcome back, MamaTigs! Can’t wait to hear all about your trip!
I love hugs. Mmm, hugs. Being in a hug always makes me feel so safe.
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More later …
Happy Birthday, Mork!
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KeithT’s crockpot pork turned out great last night. Still not sure what spices were involved but it was good. And I made cottage potatoes (i.e. thin-sliced potatoes cooked in a skillet with butter, salt & pepper) to go with it. Yum!
I’m a hesitant hugger. I like people who just throw open their arms and you hug them and it’s all good. It’s the people who hesitate and look to me to make the call on whether or not to hug that make me uncomfortable. Do you do it? Do you not? And what about people related to people you’re close to? So for example, you see a friend you haven’t seen in a long time and give them a hug. But what about their spouse who you only met once at their wedding? Do you hug them? Do you shake hands? It always ends up being a very awkward moment and sort of diminishes the enjoyment of hugging overall.
Somebody has to do this …
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY MORK!
Just 'cause you normally make the cakes doesn’t mean you shouldn’t get one on your own birthday Mindy!
Welcome back MamaT! Glad to hear you had a good time - looking forward to the story and some pics!
Okay, carry on folks. I am now going to recline on the sofa for a while before I conk out completely!
Happy Birthday, Mindfield!
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My first kiss wasn’t terribly memorable, except that it took place at the group home. Not with another resident (or, eww, staff), even. We had an audience. Although, to be fair, anybody who had a visitor, especially a romantic visitor, had an audience. When you’re on lock down, there’s not much else to do, really. (I really wish I had kept the daily point sheets from those days. They seem delightfully deranged now. For ex, Did you bathe today? 1 point. Make your bed? 2 points. Have safe sex? 7-10 points [yes, there was a range, no, I don’t know what the difference was.] The more points, the better. And then there was the percentage system, which was based on your attitude. Most people averaged between 60% - 80%, unless the house had been BAAAAADDDD that day. Like, running away, have a full on brawl, getting caught having sex in the phone room…)
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Yeah, hugs are way underrated.
You and your mom are in my thoughts, SpecialOne.
Happy Birthday Mork!!!
You mean people wear PJs to bed? What’s the point? Obviously I don’t wear PJ’s to bed.
Sending you lots of hugs and prayers SpecialOne.
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Plump lips? Me? Just an optical illusion based on my head being so freakin’ huge.
K the shuttle to take me to LAX is picking me up in 35 mins!
I have everything. Passport, itinterary, checked in online.
I haven’t had much time to read this week but everyone have fun. I will check in probably on Monday to let you know how the surgery went for my Dad!
I may even have my English accent back by then!
love ya
ems
I hate Modular Software. They wrote our inventory control/invoicing/POS (point-of-sale – or piece-of-shit, either works) system. Freakin’ thing is buggy as all hell and when it encounters a bug it is completely freakin’ useless until someone calls their tech department and they fix the problem remotely. That’s right – we have no control over crash recovery whatsoever. It ain’t just as simple as logging off and rebooting the terminal session Noooo. That makes entirely too much sense. Even if you do that, as soon as you try and get back into the module that crashed, it crashes again. They have to be called, informed of the terminal session and module that crashed, and then they fix it from their end.
Whoever designed this should be ordered to chase down Fred Phelps and kiss him full on the lips.
McUne - I never saw the point of PJs myself. I suppose it might have something to do with modesty, or maybe some people just like sleeping with some sort of full-cover clothing on. Not me; if I toss ‘n turn, clothing gets twisted and uncomfortable and wakes me up. It’s Underoos or nothin’.
Dots - Ha! I got my own cake! And I didn’t even have to bake it! 
Everyone’s welcome to a piece.
Nava - Nothin’ to forgive, so thanks. 
Is it wrong that every time I see it sung in Spanish though, I can’t help but get José Feliciano stuck in my head? (Yeah, my cultural ignorance is showing. :))
Have a good trip, ems. I hope everything goes well for you.
Whew - a few moments to sit, collect my thoughts, and chill. First:
Happy Birthday, Mindfield!!!
OK now. **FCD ** got home about 10 minutes before I did. He was in bed and in pain, and I had to turn around immediately to go to the pharmacy and get his dilaudid. It was busy there - took me almost an hour to get back, at which point, my inlaws split. They’re definitely ready to get home. What a blessing it was having them here, tho! Anyway, my sweetie is drugged and crashed. He’s got a slight fever, but his discharge instructions say not to call the doc unless it tops 101.5 and he was barely 100. I closed the house and put on the air and I’m hoping sleep will help. Otherwise when he gets up, I’m going to get him some heavy-duty hydrating.
Grand jury was, well, interesting. I’ll be on duty every other Weds till the first week of March. They said normally we should be done by noon, although it could adjourn for lunch then readjourn at 2, so we’ll see. After the State’s Attorney gave a long, meandering, occasionally inane lecture on the American justice system, its roots in the Magna Carta, and the peculiarities of Maryland, we had a donut break, then commenced to jurying.
Of course, everything that went on was secret, but I think I can safely address the morning in very general terms. There are 23 of us, and a quorum is 13. Four people showed up in jeans, including a very young woman/girl who is way too immature, IMHO. As we waited to go thru the metal detector, she was worrying that some shards of glass in her hand would set it off. :rolleyes: For each indictment/set of indictments, someone from the State Attorney’s office would come in with files and a police detective. The detective would be sworn in by the swearing juror (OK, not really his name, but still…) then the lawyer dude read the charge(s). The detective would then summarize the investigation that led to the charge(s) and field any questions.
As grand jury members, we were to determine if there was probable cause to proceed, and in the cases we heard today, it was pretty compelling. At first, some people were getting too deep in the weeds with questions, but they eventually figured out that this isn’t Law & Order and we don’t have to see the smoking gun. Most of what was presented was cut and dried - one guy confessed, one guy was caught on video, in one incident, there were several witnesses - stuff like that. For one case, we had to ask the attorney to come back in to explain the difference between two different counts that sounded very similar - it made more sense in plain English.
Bottom line, it was unanimous today to HANG 'EM ALL! :eek: That is, we passed everything on to the court for further action. One thing that was interesting to me - there was one guy who was accused of multiple counts on different days of the same thing, and the detective said this particular individual was well known to the department as a troublemaker. He explained that rather than try to nail him hard after the first or second occurrance, they let him continue for a while, till he pretty much dug his own pit. As a one or two time thing, if convicted, his sentence would probably have been pretty light, but this way, they’ve got a case that he’s a habitual bad guy, and the chances are he’ll get more appropriate jail time. And no, he wasn’t like a murderer or a rapist or a puppy kicker…
And I now know that there are some sick and/or stupid people in this county. And I didn’t recognize any of the names, other than one last name that is very common in this county.
So, my sweetie is sleeping, my inlaws are on the way home, and I need to find something to eat. I’m pretty sure there’s ice cream…
Still squirming in pain here. Contemplating having a Percocet for lunch.
For me, that’s actually a pretty lame-ass weak pain killer. When I had my fall down stairs and go kaboom accident back in 1998, I was living on Flexeril and Percocet qid for a few weeks, and even at that dosing, it was only mildly useful. Just enough to take the slightest edge off, or keep my just groggy enough not to care as badly.
The other problem is I’m wildly allergic to codeine, and mildly allergic to oxycodone (aka Percocet) - it makes my face itch madly - and I haven’t found a doctor yet that was willing to try anything else. Invariably, they’d hand me a prescription for Tylenol 3, and I’d have to remind them to look at that red sticker on my chart describing my allergies. :mad: At which point, they’d take back the prescription and suggest I try ibuprofen. (Been there, done that, got the gastric ulcer.)
As for this week’s injury - who knew my self-destruct mechanism was engaged? When my back went into spasm, it was so strong that it actually ripped muscles. I’m lucky my shoulder is still attached.
Oh, remember my recipe for data disaster from last week? The bumbling chefs snuck in a special ingredient: Failure to test on all types of servers. They had to back out everything and are now feverishly working with the software vendor to figure out what needs to be done. :smack:
**Gotti ** - ask your doc about Tramadol - my doc switched me off of Vicoden for a spell and gave me Tramadol instead - I went back to Vicoden because the Tramadol made me woozy - but that’s me. (I get woozy easily from new meds)
Plus “Tramadol” always remides me of an early SNL commercial for a new pain pill: Dammitall