gt What do you mean by your brother requested asylum? Is he a political refugee from Ohio?
Taters What is a “99 party”?
Found out last night that the Red Headed Stepchild will be traveling with her boyfriend next week to Iowa (that’s where he’s from) and the the Elder Stepdaughter will be spending most of her nights next week at her own boyfriend’s place because he has most of next week off. Yahoo!!! We finally get the house to ourselves.
Afternoon all. I’m going to Budapest on Friday for a combined stag and hen weekend. Please don’t envy me.
li-li, time to check in!!! Somehow, I don’t think I’m gonna win this pool.
Stoopit Dawg wanted to get up at 4:30 again this morning. I can’t pin all the blame on her though since I WAS awake by 4:00.
I dyed my hair for years after the grey started to get out of hand. About three years ago I got fed up with it and let my natural hair grow in. It’s still mostly brunette but there’s quite a bit of salt mixed in with the pepper. It feels so much better though.
One more day till Firday!
Tupug
I’m up this morning because nature called most insistently, alas. The cat was quite displeased; she was busy trying to give me a big ol’ face full of fur, silly thing. But it’s only 42° out this morning; I much preferred yesterday’s 66°! Phooey, now I have to wait a few more months for real spring to arrive. 
Ooh, Budapest is beautiful, BooFae! Of course I envy you!
I’m glad you’re enjoying the new job so much, Swampy. Just don’t overwork yourself to the extent where you burn out fast! That’s no fun at all.
I’m glad your finger is feeling better, canineservant. That definitely sounds like it was painful.
Yes, what is a 99 party, Taters? And would you like to borrow a nice cast iron skillet to whap Mr. Taters over the head with? 
Here’s hoping your employees help you come up with some ways to increase revenue, Pie. I’m sorry you’ve been going through such a tough time.
Note to self: Do not f*** with mmms!
I need to caffeinate some more; the ol’ brain isn’t working very well yet this morning, and I do need to finish up this interesting job today. I got sidetracked last night into looking through beautiful photo archives of some of the 20th century’s best photographers, and while that’s interesting and all, it doesn’t get the job done. Oh well, there’s not that much left, it should be a good day’s work today.
Oh brother. Apparently last night my dad heard from an ex-employee of mine. I can’t go into details, but apparently she wants to meet with me to clear up some final business. :rolleyes:
Anyways, though, at least he didn’t tell me about the call last night and ruin my already sketchy evening.
Mmmm, frozen pizza breakfast.
I had ramen for dinner yesterday and I feel all queasy this morning. I really should be eating healthier.
Cloud Maiden isn’t going to be back until February at the earliest, it seems. I got an email from her yesterday saying she has a job interview in NYC this week. She’s generously offered to keep paying the rent for our apartment so I don’t have to live with a stranger - if she ends up getting the job and staying in NYC, that is. I don’t like living alone but I’d rather live alone than with a stranger, I suppose. It’s weird having such a big apartment to myself, though.
Right after I broke up with him, my ex dyed his hair aquamarine. It stayed that way (with, apparently, considerable work, since maintaining blues is hell) for the best part of a year. It was an interesting fashion statement. I’ve done mine really dark blue and purple, but my hair’s so dark it doesn’t make a huge difference.
Guys, I am not waking up every couple of hours in order to reassure you. I love you, but I’d really rather be in bed. And the contractions slowed down and allowed me to sleep, so we’re waiting for the appointment this afternoon to see if we can start things off.
You know one of the ways to naturally induce labour is sex, right? QD to me on the phone, last night: “You’re not going to make him have sex with you, are you?” with shock and horror in her voice. :rolleyes: Look, sweetheart, if the choice is between sex and castor oil…
Taters, your husband needs to be ninjafied.
The other way I know of is to send you on a 5-mile hike. The sex thing sure sounds like the most fun option, though.
Well, the full bottle of gin does sound like fun, too. I told Melinda (primary midwife) about it on the phone last night while we were timing contractions. There was a pause, and she said, “I think you’d have a really bad hangover.” It was a suggestion she hadn’t heard before.
MamaTigs, if the cat wants to cuddle you, it is imperative that you stay in bed with them. Their comfort is paramount. Wait, that wasn’t me. I’m being mind-controlled by my cats.
Which assumes they have minds. Hmm.
then we’’ just have to keep speculating. And as of now, everyone through **tarra ** has beeen eliminated
Please remember all times listed as EST, which is GMT-5:[del]db - 1/9/08 5:00 pm
swampy - 1/9/08 8:35 pm
haze - 1/10/08 12:01 am
Wally - 1/10/08 1:45 am
MBG - 1/10/08 2:34 am
rosie - 1/10/08 3:14 am
SeanF - 1/10/08 6:00 am
herbs - 1/10/08 10:08 am[/del]
mmmmmmmmm - 1/10/08 4:36 pm
rigs - 1/10/08 11:00 pm
Rebo 1/10/08 9:17 pm
VBob - 1/11/08 5:00 am
Achod - 1/11/08 5:23 am
BooFae - 1/11/08 6:45 am
FCM - 1/11/08 11:11 am
gt - 1/11/08 3:45 pm
Dottygd - 1/11/08 3:54 pm
kai - 1/12/08 1:30 am
McUne - 1/12/08 7:02 am
Heff-a-Roo - 1/12/08 7:28 am
Pie - 1/12/08 4:53 pm
MamaT - 1/13/08 3:45 am
taxi - 1/13/08 10:38 am
Shadow - 1/13/08 6:05 pm
pugs - 1/14/08 1:14 am
SpazCat - 1/12/08 4:50 am
Taters - 1/12/08 11:05 am
BwanaBob - 1/13/08 12:01 pm
But a couple posts back, you said you didn’t have any dessert/chocolate in the house. So there’s no chocolate to mess with. 
I always read everything and want to reply to everyone and then by the time I post I have no idea what anyone said. I should make notes. But my coworkers might think it’s really weird if I have notes about Taters and swampy and rosie on my desk. :rolleyes:
Good on you, mmmmms, for defending your people. That’s one of the things I really like about my boss: he doesn’t let anyone sh*t on us. Good bosses take care of their employees.
Closing on our house is tomorrow!! Yay! Final walk-through was last night and except for a couple minor things that should be easily fixed before tomorrow, everything looks good. I just want it to be ours so I can start taking stuff over. We’re having a moving van come on 1/26, but there’s a lot I could take now, just to get it out of the way. I want to get started on that. And the painting.
I don’t entirely get the great importance of forecasting. I mean yes, I do really, but a WHOLE lot of people spend at least two months of the year focused almost exclusively on the forecast. It just seems like a bit of overkill. Like maybe some of those people should be focused on making money instead of predicting how much money we’re going to make.
Early in the week, **LiLi **said if the baby didn’t come by today, she was going to have her membranes stripped. And even though I know I REALLY don’t want to know, I’m compelled to ask what that involves. I’m too curious about these things for my own good.
I have a feeling this is going to become reason 963 why we’re not having kids.
Well, I was actually in perfect agreement with the cat; but between my call of nature and the dogs’ calls of nature, I had far more incentive to get up than to stay there. I realize I disappointed Her Majesty, but alas, such is life.
She really does have a firm grasp on her humans’ place in the universe, however. (The Idiots are utterly beneath her notice; they simply Do. Not. Exist. as far as she’s concerned.) We are there to serve her, no ifs, ands, or buts.
Speaking of which, I promised her last night that I’d change her box today. Must remember to do that or I will be in serious trouble with The Boss!
The first time I heard about the hot bath and bottle of gin, it was as a means of early-stage abortion favoured by Victorian prostitutes. So I reckoned it couldn’t be all bad, the gin’s kinda fun and everyone likes a nice hot bath. And the baby should be coming out…so why shouldn’t it work after 9 months?! Can’t say much about the hangover though, the only time I ever drink gin is mixed in cocktails and if I get a hangover I usually blame the vodka instead.
I had to come back and tell taters, that is frikken hilarious! I sent it to my daughter who works for FDLE.
I saw a cute guy in the faculty room today. He must be new here, because I’ve never seen him before. I made what might be called a Freudian slip: I meant to say, “Hi, how’s it going?” but instead I said “Hi, wanna make out on the stairwell?”
(Not really, but I should have.)
I’m not sure if I was using the terminology correctly. Anyway, this is what I think they’re going to do. TMI. You have been warned. And on the phone last night discussing it with QD she felt the need to shriek every time it was mentioned.
They’re (actually, just she. This isn’t a multi-person thing) going to do an internal exam and find out if I’ve started to dilate. If I have, she’s going to try to get a finger in my cervix and stretch it a little bit, which is supposed to start all the right hormones flowing in a few hours. Or sometimes you have to get it done multiple times. I personally am hoping for once.
rigs says it hurts like hell. It’s supposed to be one of the least invasive methods. Being ramped up on pitocin (the hormone that causes contractions, which is administered intravenously to induce labour) scares me more, because of how fast and hard everything’s supposed to go if you get it done. They’ll do that ten days after due date, if the kid hasn’t emerged yet.
So, now have I added to your reasons not to have kids?
One definition of a 99 party.
I have to admit that does not sound pleasant at all LiLi but that baby needs to come out somehow…
Well today is marginally smoother here but I have this feeling that I am supposed to be somewhere but I have forgotten where. This is why I try to write everything down. I lost my keys yesterday well misplaced temporarily is a better term but man I had everyone tearing the place apart. I swore I had just walked in the main door then gone into the supervisors room. I had apparently made a detour to the shop to leave some paperwork and left my keys in there. We were in the trash in bags - I thought someone was trying to be funny which it was for the first 5 mins
I am seriously losing my marbles or I have way to much on my mind. One of those anyway
see, now, I always carry a few with me (aggies, cats’eyes) so that if anyone asks me if I’ve lost my marbles, I can pull them out and say “no, not all of them…”
“No, I haven’t lost my mind. It’s backed up on tape, somewhere…”