We roasted a pork loin and I’m eating it with some dijonnaise. It is soooo yummy!
ETA: Nyah nyah nyah. And you all know why. 
Does it happen when you look up or move suddenly? I don’t know if you remember that I have that Benign Paroxsymal Positioning Vertigo. See if that sounds like what’s going on with you. It’s a PITA. 
Yay, swamps! You go, dude! Good vibes to all in need. Still in billing hell but I am determined to keep up with y’all.
Tupug
Crap! I just dropped a tray of still wet Oreo truffles. They landed on the table, but they are basically unusable for my dinner tonight. It’s kind of like one giant truffle glob.
I know, more for me to eat, but still I’m out of Oreos and can’t make any more truffles before the dinner.
rigs and Tupug, just wanted to say that vertigo is one of my least favorite things in the world.
No, I didn’t know that–is it chronic for you? (yuck). I think it’s my sinuses, so (since I can’t find any Sudafed in the house) I took some multi-symptom stuff to help .
I am just glad it’s not labrynthitis–that would truly suck. I’ve had that once and I’ll go through childbirth w/o meds before I want that again. <shudders>
It is getting worse or more frequent. Sitting is fine; driving is fine–it’s turning my head or walking downstairs or going from light to dark–it’s like my own amusement ride built in! (don’t tell me I can’t make lemonade from lemons!). It adds a certain…something to my day.
Got some good stuff at Border’s. Now, a dilemma lies before me: do I spend my last day before a 3 day stint doing homework or reading a good book? Hmmm.
Is that when you feel dizzy after standing up? The women on my mom’s side of the family are all slightly anemic, which means that if we happen to jump up at a time we’re particularly hungry we usually end up falling over.
My parents never made me feel particularly special about anything. They would freak out if I brought home anything lower than an A-, and they treated my academic awards/achievements as a matter of course. I vividly remember a time when I won second place in a nationwide essay competition - I think I was the only student at the awards ceremony unaccompanied by my parents. (Meanwhile, kids who had won honorable mention had brought their entire extended family. I’m not kidding.) My dad would sometimes make comments about how it looked like I was putting on weight as well. (Not maliciously, but it still stung sometimes.) I think they thought that if they praised me it would go to my head. I love them, but even at this age I still live in fear of disappointing them. I’m freakin’ 25 and I still keep the fact that I smoke a secret from them.
Yes, I have deep-seated parent issues. 
Drat. They were already dipped? That sucks.
I think it’s lunchtime. Tacos and trying to detach the starving cat from my leg. She thinks she’s starving. They ate their whole day’s food in three hours. Which is the same amount they’ve gotten every day for years. I know they’re not hungrier because they’re getting more exercise. The main feline activity is napping.
Pulled pork or creamed chicken for dinner? And when is a reasonable time to start cooking and freezing for post-baby exhaustion?
Well, I am joining the ranks of quitters - not my job, but the Booster Club. I just found out that “some” members don’t like my tone of voice - I am rude. So in the best interests of the Club - and my stress levels - I have resigned as Corresponding Secretary.
It quit being fun a long time ago. We have a small group of members who aren’t happy with anything we plan or anything we do, yet don’t want to plan or do anything themseves. They just want to bitch. I wasn’t at the Board Meeting last night because I had to work, and a few of these members showed up at the Board Meeing to complain about me. So, in the best interest of the Club and my stress levels, I have resigned.
I feel so much better!
Off to get ready to go make the cat food.
Howdy! I’m feeling much, much better today. I dunno what happened yesterday, but I dragged myself into work yesterday, lasted half an hour, and dragged myself home and slept the rest of the day. I woke up about 5 feeling fine, so I decided to go grocery shopping.
I’ve been weird about food lately, so the only edible food item I had in the fridge was peanut butter. But lots of diet soda! So first I cleaned out the pantry and the fridge of stale/expired stuff, then I went grocery shopping. One seriously overloaded cart and $126 later, and I now have actual food in the house. I think I paid about $1/lb for groceries, because I could definitely feel the weight in the trunk of the car. :eek: Dinner last night was yum - cole slaw with fig balsalmic vinagrette and caraway seeds, egg drop soup with toast, with tangerines and soy nog for dessert. Soy nog isn’t quite the same as real egg nog, but it’s not too awful.
Yay, swampy on the employment front. It sounds like it was meant to be. So you’re coming to San Jose? Will you have time for a mini-Dope/MMP-fest?
LiLi, soon? Unless you’re going to run out of freezer space quickly, it’s probably a good idea to be prepared.
SCL, I’m sorry to hear that. Some people just like to whine, and if there’s nothing to whine about, they’ll make something up. Sometimes you just need to get away from them for your own sanity.
Yes, already dipped. There are currently three still sitting on the floor. And there is chocolate all over my shirt, my pants, the table and all of the storage drawers under the table. I’m just going to sit here and pout for awhile. I don’t really have to start working again for at least another hour.
That’s terrible, SNL. Why can’t women just address other women, instead of this backhanded way? Grrrrr. I’m happy for you, if that’s what you want, but hockey means a lot to you and this seemed one way for you to be connected to it.
I apparently am not speaking English on the board–I’ve had odd responses to more than one thread I’ve been in, so I’m off to do other things.
Hazel–nah, it’s a different kind of dizzy, if that makes sense. Have you ever seen a movie where they clip the film so that the actor seems to move in blocks, not as a person does? (trying to think of a scene to link to, not having much luck). Like the guy is in the entry, at the door, thru the door, but you don’t see the steps in between? That’s how my perception is when I move suddenly. And then my body catches up (or my brain does) to the sensation. It’s weird, but kind of fun.
Wow, that’s different than mine. Mine is more of the sudden room spinning variety. It’s caused by a calcium crystal breaking loose from the inner ear wall and bouncing around the ear canal. some people suffer from it chronically. I think swampy said his mother has “bouts.” I’ve had two in the last year.
rigs, this has been building for a while. One of the members of the club who was defeated in the board elections at the end of last season has been the ringleader of a group of whiners who never have any ideas to suggest, but are ready, willing and able to shoot down any ideas suggested by anyone else. I will be 47 on Sunday; I gave up on the high school clique mentality a long time ago. I am tired of the backstabbing, and the tension that has made me literally sick to my stomach when I go to meetings.
I am close to a couple of the players; one of them was the roommate of the player I sponsored last season. I will still be friends with them; they could care less about Booster Club politics and backstabbing.
Three board members have resigned in the last two weeks. I will still do the fundraising activity I bought the materials for (players painting Christmas tree ornaments for auction) and I will send the reminders for the December meeting. After that I am done, and I feel like a huge weight has been lifted off of my shoulders.
Woo! I think I’ve had a major forecast breakthrough! Well, at least I’m excited about it. I’m guessing the boss will still think the error rate is too high. But a year ago it had like 60% error, the one I did in July was (up until the last few weeks anyway) closer to 30% and this one looks like it could be around 20%. That’s a major improvement! It’s better than the weather forecasters do anyway.
Dotty it’s really a good thing that your MIL is getting only one knee at a time replaced. I know a bunch of people that have had this done (hazard of my old profession - the ortho surgeons called it “Carrier Knee”), and the ones that got only one done at a time seemed to recover faster. 'll eventually have to get mine replaced, and plan on getting only one done at a time.
swampy I am so glad that you no longer have anything to do with that swill. And they were jerking you around, to boot. Have fun in CA and IL.
Really really busy. Half of my department is at the Work Boat show in New Orleans this week.
Did you remember the Rue lives in the Cincy metro area? You’re honor bound to seek him out and dine with him. And post pics. It’s a MMP rule. Really!
**dogbut ** - I had a horrible dream last night involving you. For some reason, you had to be executed and the woman doing the deed was discussing with you where to place the fatal shot as she held a rifle to your head just below the right ear. You were sitting on a chair and she was on a bench or counter of some sort, and I was sitting next to her between her and you. You seemed very blase’ about the whole thing and I couldn’t look. There was a shot, then the sound of you falling off the chair, then my TV came on and it was time to get up. That was *not * a very nice dream. You are *not * to be executed, do you hear me, young man???
**MamaTigs ** - have I got a phrase for you - I found this on an internal work webpage. I think it was put up by the folks in charge of recruiting fresh meat into the command. They used the following, including the quote marks: … holistic “futuring” approach …
Yeah, that was my reaction, too.
Speaking of recruiting, I called the guy about the job and got his voice mail, so I left a message. A little later in the day, I got an email from him with a few more details about the job. It’s a supervisory position. ick. I don’t want to be a boss. I also did some mental math - the base is about 10 miles beyond the college where I took the ceramics class, and that campus is 40 minutes from here. With the additional traffic lights, my commute would be approaching an hour, vs. about 35 minutes right now. Plus it would be 20 or so more miles a day on my car. That’s an extra 100 miles a week or 5000+ miles a year. For no more money.
I’m still going to talk to him if he calls me back, but apart from not being where I work now, I don’t see a lot about this position to recommend itself to me, explosions notwithstanding.
:eek:
Well, that was exciting. Our porch caught on fire. :eek: It was only by sheer luck that we caught it in time. Jesus.
Dang, Haze, how did that happen??? Details, woman - we need details!!!
Woah! I’m glad you’re OK :eek: How did that happen?
More happens to you in a week than me in a whole year. What are you drinking?
(I’ll bet it was a cigarette butt–I’m so telling your parents on you, young lady!)
I have 4 hours of class tonight. Joy.