The end of an era – a reflective MMP

G’mornin’, folks.

I’m rather relieved. Weather report called for up to 4-6cm of snow towards the morning rush hour, but my area at least seems to have avoided so much as a flake. On top of that it’s not nearly as cold as it was yesterday – we’ll see positive temps this morn! I can take winter when it’s like this.

I witnessed a slightly surreal image this morning. There’s a costume shop in a small business plaza just down the street from my work. I pass it every day. They have a life-sized, rather beat up fiberglass black stallion prop that they keep outdoors year round – kind of a signpost for the store, even though there’s nothing written or displayed on it. (They will sometimes tie balloons around its neck though) Most of the time it’s set up on the grassy berm between the sidewalk and the store’s section of parking lot. This morning it was standing on the other side of the sidewalk on the berm between the sidewalk and the street. There was a newspaper delivery guy refilling the newspaper box that was immediately behind and below the horse’s head. From the distance and vantage I was at as I walked up the street, it looked for all the world like the newspaper guy was currying the horse. It gave me an odd giggle.

Drae - methinks your cat has been hunting pixies again, and for once was successful. That pixie dust gets into everything. You’ll be brushing it off your clothes for weeks.

LiLi - Ugh. I don’t know how you managed to hold it down after that. I can easily become a sympathetic puker if I see someone else chunder. Having to clean it up would guarantee it. I don’t do well with that sort of thing. Time for smaller pills, or perhaps even liquid vitamins.

%$@&^%! morning. Fifteen minutes from home this morning, I realized I left my work ID hanging on my desk at home. I can’t do anything without my mooool-teee-paaaahss, so I had to turn around and get it. :mad:

At least I get to skip out of the office on the company nickel today, because we’re having the office Christmas party. :cool:

Lili, I luuurves me a good puke story. Not really. Did his head spin?

I thought it was just the sort of thing all of you love. :smiley:

Mindfield, I didn’t throw up, but I kept a constant ironical chatter thing going, “This proves I love you, you know? Good aim! You hit the chair, too! My desk chair!” etc. to keep from joining him.

Babies produce less volume at a time, and it doesn’t smell as bad. Yuck.

I should phone QD and tell her. She’ll love the story. Morbid gross health professionals.
There isn’t any snow. Mindfield is keeping it away, and that’s not fair.

I like rosie’s story best. A 27lb cat? Heavens!

rosie are you taking a mental health day? Cause sometimes that’s a good thing. It’s been a long time since I’ve had a chance to take one though, alas. I need me a mental health day. And some coffee.

I see on preview that it WAS the cat. I like my version better. Roomie invited her new stripper friend home for a couple of drinks and she couldn’t drive home so slept (nekit) on the sofa. :smiley:

rosie, don’t be nervous. Just think of it as a fun night getting to know a new friend. You’ll do great.

Nurse Debbie[sup]TM[/sup] is leaving tomorrow morning to go back to Taxachusetts. BarbeeDoll[sup]TM[/sup] and I will be back to sharing looking after my dad. I have made arrangements with my boss so that I can come in late in the morning so I will be able to go by the nursing home first thing to see what he needs. (Apparently the night staff isn’t quite as attentive as the day shift.) This I can do. It’s all the paperwork involved that is bogging me down. Medicare, Medicaid, et effin cetera. :confused:

I’m telling my kids just to take me out into the woods and leave me.

Bleh. I couldn’t drag myself out of bed for anything this morning.

I have officially had quite enough of winter now. When I have to bang salt off of my shoes before I put them on in the morning, it’s become ridiculous.

I’m off to Arizona on the next plane, who’s in?

I am on record, after setting up Mom’s funeral, as saying that when I die someone is supposed to stick a bone up my ass and let the dogs drag me away.

{{Pugs}}

I am off to buy cheapo glasses today-since I left mine at work, and don’t have to be back there until Monday! I have 50 more shifts there, but who’s counting?
Beautiful day here. I need to move the furniture in the LR today to make room for the tree trimming tonight.

Other random thoughts: I don’t like accordion music, and now I like it even less!
Ex --I feel your pain. I am now looked at as a middle aged frump, instead of the glamour goddess that we all know I am…guys don’t even give me a second chance. <very heavy sigh> I guess we’ll have to commit our lives to Good Works…
I have absolutely nothing of merit to add today.

Nawth Carliner is good enough for me.

Seein’ how I’m on call for the fire department whenever I’m home, I started putting a bedsheet over the windshield of the VunderCar so it wouldn’t frost. My defroster is kinda slow, and it’d take forever to clear; I could get to the station before the first signs of melt occur.

So anyway, this morning I head out and pull off the sheet to head to work. Nice clear windshied… I start the car, put it in gear, and by the time I get 100 to the road from where I parked, the window frosted over. :smack: :mad:

Is it Friday in April yet?

rigs I expect work to be done on that paper today, young lady. I saw that! One more of those looks and you’ll be lucky to get a lump of coal for Christmas. I mean that! Now, get back in there and work on that paper! Kids!

I still await that leeeetle bit of info I need to finish up this report. Know what? I ain’t worried. Those who need it know why it ain’t finished and know it ain’t my fault. So There! :stuck_out_tongue:

Think I’ll have some chocolate.

Good Lord.

Where are the brakes on this crazy thing?

Good morning everyone. It’s about 48 degrees and very foggy out.

I knew it was the cat that had knocked the tree over. I lost many an ornament to the cat I used to have. He used to knock the tree over all the time.

li-li-, you think babies produce only tiny amounts of vomit?! It is to laugh! Tiny amounts are called spit-up. Projectile vomiting produces copious amounts. This usually occurs when they can start eating real food. You just wait…

I don’t want to be at work today. I have three meetings, plus all the work I need to squeeze in. Bah!

My nephew threw up all over himself on his way to meet me. It was exciting. I was going off of the general idea that a bay’s stomach is a lot smaller than, say, that of a 6"3 man, and so can’t, for instance, throw up a litre or so of…
I’m going to shut up now.

Maybe I’ll take myself out to the library and grocery store, for some fresh air.

There are no brakes, Ex. Sometimes this bloody thing gets up to seven pages by Wednesday. It’s ridiculous.

Cats, enitities from another dimension - what’s the difference.

I just sent an email to one of the stepdaughters to be. Their mom is driving up to Maryland’s Eastern Shore to visit her sister this weekend. They are having a girl’s night out on Saturday. I usually go with her, but I’d be with the ManChild Husband and his D&D buddies Saturday night. Not something I’d look forward to, and my GF agrees that it would probably be bestt if I just stayed home and got some stuff done around the house.

One of the girls (GF’s daughters) was initially going to go with her and hang out with her cousin, but has backed out. So the gist of the email was to ask them to reconsider going along with their mom. I ended it with the sentence “I am not above bribnery in this matter.”

I also Snoped an email one of our suppliers sent me. It was the Apleebee’s $50 gift certificate offer. I was very polite about it, and even thanked him for thinking of me.

Well, my “famous last words” curse kicked in: It’s started snowing. Sloppy wet stuff, but snow just the same. So there you go, LiLi, some wintry white crud for you. Don’t say I never give you anything.

And now, back to my ChaiNog.

Good thing I’m reading this thread before breakfast.

Ugh, my skin feels like parchment paper. I hate how dry winter is.

My Christmas realization

I finally got the info I needed. Report done. See, rigs persistence pays off. How’s that paper comin’ along? :dubious:

Speaking of babies and puke, I have a swampcub puke story to relate. When mom had my younger (now deceased) brother and sister (the twins), I was all of nineteen months old. They were born March 1st. Now in nawth Jawja it can still be pretty cold in March, so my grandmother, who was keeping me at my parents house (my older brothers were there too but they’re older and don’t matter in this story so quit askin’ about ‘em and pay attention) in the kitchen which was the warmest room in the house. Also, she had just fed the nineteen month old swampcub. Ok, that’s the set up. This was the afternoon mom and the latest additions to the family came home from the hospital. Since it was cold, their crib had also been set up in the kitchen cause of the warmness. Well, dad decided to show new big brother his brand new little brother and sister. Bear in mind my grandmother had just fed me so I was very full. He picked me up and leaned me over the crib. When he held me back up I puked all over him. Of course I don’t remember doing this, this is what the ‘rents told us. So, it became a running joke for the three of us. We’d be standin’ or sittin’ there together and I’d look at 'em and start making puke noises. Cracked us all up. To this day sis and I can get the giggles when I do this.

Just thought I’d share. :smiley:

Ok - I’m not caught up yet, but I wanted to get my post in before y’all add another page for me to read. You guys are a buncha Chatty Cathy’s this week, ain’t ya?

Ok - my tribute to Spats, a pun:

A man was walking home alone late one foggy night, when behind him he hears:

BUMP… BUMP… BUMP…

Walking faster, he looks back and through the fog he makes out the image of an upright casket banging its way down the middle of the street toward him.

BUMP… BUMP… BUMP…

Terrified, the man begins to run toward his home, the casket bouncing quickly behind him FASTER… FASTER… BUMP… BUMP… BUMP…

He runs up to his door, fumbles with his keys, opens the door, rushes in, slams and locks the door behind him. However, the casket crashes through his door, with the lid of the casket clapping clappity-BUMP… clappity-BUMP… clappity-BUMP… on his heels, the terrified man runs.

Rushing upstairs to the bathroom, the man locks himself in. His heart is pounding; his head is reeling; his breath is coming in sobbing gasps. With a loud CRASH the casket breaks down the door, bumping and clapping toward him.

The man screams and reaches for something, anything, but all he can find is a bottle of cough syrup! Desperate, he throws the cough syrup at the casket…

and,

(hopefully you’re ready for this!!!)

The coffin stops!

And here’s a pic of my real (dead!) baby Xmas tree.

Ok - I’m starving, gonna make me a bowl of chili. Be back later!

Teehee! That actually made me laugh out loud. Thanks for helping me start out the day on a positive note.

Now I have to go turn in my paper. And … start another one. :rolleyes:

bounces around room to the tune of California Stars