I’m heading out to the airport tomorrow, back Tuesday afternoon. If I can find as good or better. Maybe something less stressful. like Baghdad Bomb squad.
Apropos of absolutely nothing already stated in this thread, I finally put up this year’s competition photo if you’re at all interested
Damn, I missed the edit window…
Last week Hubby picked up a young diabetic lady (a patient, you perverts) who had taken her insulin, but forgot to eat. Once she was awake and feeling good again, she said, “I just love you fire doctors!”
So, Bobbio, now you a Fire Doctor too!
Brainpasture, there’s no need to insult Snakes.
I’m munching on a brownie baked by Librarian Friend’s houseguests. I went over there this afternoon to take the cds I burned of the Pasequan pics. Librarian Friend had asked me to bring over a selection of my jewelry for them to chose from and she would buy them each a set to take back to Germany. They liked my stuff so much they got peices for their moms, too! So in addition to brownies I got a check for $73. Part of that will let me buy a table for the Pasequan show, and part will go into more materials. I am completely out of clay!
ummmmm. Brownies.
Seein’ how to work for NASA, I can claim to be both a rocket scientist and a brain surgeon. 
Shasta (hmm, I kinda like McNasty too…so many decisions) thanks for being my lab rat on the 5-hour stuff, I was tempted to give it a shot. For THOSE afternoons.
Tarra , you bein’ smart and all, I probably didn’t need to tell you that if you go to those pics, and find the link above that says “View Album” it takes you to see all the cat pics I have.
This whole business of sloth is ok, but I think I could only do it once in a while.
I considered ‘working’ a bit here, but quickly overruled that.
Every afternoon at my new job, while I love it, is one of THOSE afternoons. I’ve become something of an energy drink connoisseur because of it. No Carb Rockstar is my poison of choice - doesn’t make me too jittery and keeps me alert. Two a day. My husband swears I’ll have a heart attack before I see 30 at this rate. Yet the “no sugar” Rockstar doesn’t have enough kick to it for some reason - I’d have thought they were more or less the same thing. Different flavours, too. That Monster stuff has a good kick to it, too. Anything else is either too weak or too over-the-top - I don’t need jitters on the job, just focus and energy. I can lift two 5 gallons of paint now - I can push 15 gallons on handcart without dropping them or steering into something I shouldn’t. I’m working on 20 gallons at a time - what all the men can do. ARGH! Getting strong! RAR! :mad: <-- not mad, PUMPED!
I’ve been bringing in Rockstars for all my co-workers on Saturdays, just to liven things up, since we all get Sundays off and Saturdays are the busiest days of the week. Saturdays are fun.
Maybe I’ll give the no-carb version a shot. Carbs being the issue re: blood sugar. I better check a label and see.
On the other hand, I have my normal mid-afternoon carb snack before I go to the gym, just so I don’t work myself into a hypoglycemic coma, maybe if it’s the RIGHT number of carbs it would do the trick by itself.
Coming up mid/late August, into September is the hellish part of my calendar - long days once school starts until stuff settles down. I need to have this figured out before then, because I am NOT giving myself the coffee OD headaches again.
Wow–that’s some wild stuff! I wish I could go see it. Did it give you inspiration for some really mind-bending jewelry? I think a Pasequan jewelry line would be very cool.
I hope you left him some really heavy stuff. And maybe a big tub of melted ice cream for him to clean up. What did his friend need help with? Drinking beer and sitting on his butt? :dubious:
Awww. That’s so sad. I don’t get to see my mom very often…sometimes I think I should move closer.
I was a little meh…it’s okay. Not spectacular. I thought she was writing for the movie, and some scenes that make good movie material just aren’t as good when they’re written out. But I’m reading American Gods now, so I’m cool.
I guess no one warned you that knitting is addictive. You’re going to end up in rehab, young lady! I’m getting ready to knit a dishcloth from old t-shirts. My life is nonstop excitement, I tell you. Have you checked out the knitty website? they have some very nice patterns.
Mindy, your logo thingy was faboo. Congrats, V-bob! It’s nice to have a hero-type person around. If there’s ever a crisis in the MMP, we know who to call!
We had a party at work and I had a big piece of cake with lots of frosting, so I’m having cottage cheese and celery for din-din. Woohoo!!
Drat. Everyone stole my response the ana’s post.
Isn’t Shasta the name of the main character in The Horse and His Boy?
Work was a lot of lifting, and then a lot of me sitting with my stomach pushed out, saying, “This is making me feel sick. I’m pregnant, you know. I’ll just sit here. You two big, strong men do the rest.” (The men in question are my height and weigh less than me). I’ve been reading Gone with the Wind and it’s strengthening my already powerful delusions of feminine helplessness. Well, of acting feminine and helpless.
A word to the wise: if you do try it out, nurse that sucker, don’t just knock it back. Holy cow. I myself did it the first time I had one, and it made me dizzy, twitchy, sweaty, etc. It was kind of neat, but counter-productive. The first time I brought everyone Rockstars on a Saturday, the “old guy” (poor guy is only like, 40, but the second oldest is 32, so we tease the hell out of him), anyway, the “old guy” knocked the whole thing back. He was under the assumption that I had like, 5 or 6 of them per day. Criiiiipes. He had to go sit down in the back office to shake it off. I felt guilty as hell, too. I kept going back there, sitting next to him, making him laugh and begging him not to die on me.
If you’re not used to the stuff, it will knock you on your butt if you drink it too fast.
Nurse it.
Please. 
Well, Papa Tigs saw the doctor again about his not-improving-noticeably neck. So now he gets to go for the MRI and take more nerve-quieting medication and all kinds of stuff. He can’t take any anti-inflammatory drugs, thanks to his lifetime of ulcer problems (cured of ulcer bacteria but he still got a duodenal ulcer that a few years ago that was bleeding copiously by the time they caught it – all as a result of a daily enteric baby aspirin and some Aleve for tennis elbow), so she’s struggling to figure out what to do with him. I know my answer – move into a less stressful job. But if he did that, he’d promptly find a way to make it more stressful because that’s what he does. :rolleyes: So we shall see.
I’m just a coffee drinker, except these days I can’t drink it after dinner or it keeps me up all night. I used to be able to drink it any time without a problem, but I guess that’s the price of getting older. Oh, and if I drink too much now (and how much “too much” is varies regularly so I can’t predict it), I get hot flashes. Just lovely. 
I am falling asleep over my computer, and I still have to finish this stupid job. I want to go to sleep, dammit!
Just a quick drive by…
First, thanks for the support in eliminating the stressful soul-suckers from my daily life. Being as they are both related by marriage they will remain in the periphery of my world, but I am no longer participating in their melodrama. After a good crying jag I am feeling much better and ready to go forth.
Which brings me to my current tearing my hair out in a panic mode. I just realized that my daughter’s due date is in exactly three weeks, I still need to obtain a draw from skiffman’s skipper’s wife, which means I have to go down to the cannery and pick it up, which I dislike intensely. (It smells badly down on cannery row!) Then I have to take the young 'un’s shopping for their basic school supplies, my son-in-law works for the airline and he needs to get me a Buddy Pass, which means I only pay the taxes on the normal fare fee, locate my luggage, pack for my trip, stock the house with comestible’s for the young 'un’s and give the eldest a bit of spare cash. I want to get Satine into the groomer’s for a wash and comb out along with a proper foot grooming. I am able to do everything else, but my feet trim is just not as professional as it could be, and I want her to be looking her best! Then it’s fly to Anchorage with Satine, temporary date is Sunday the 5th, shop for school clothes for the kids at home with prego daughter, as she has faaaabulous taste and won’t let me buy anything that I think is cute or cool if it isn’t, try and spend some time with #2 daughter, who is acting weird, and a couple of very good friends I haven’t seen for a bit more than a year, and at some point there will be a laboring and birthing and joyous celebrating. Then mama and baby will come home and I will stay as long as possible, but must be home to Kodiak before Sunday the 26th, as school begins the 27th. raaaaa! I am not sure I can get all of this accomplished in a month’s time, where did the summer go, we have had nothing but cold rain and wind, it hasn’t felt like summer at all. Although I have to bring summer clothes to Anchorage, as I hear it is hawt up there.
I am afraid this reads just as crazed and disjointed as I feel, I do need to ask for all of you Cool Kids to focus/send thoughts/pray/etc. for little Mattea Elizabeth to turn around and get into the proper birth position before it’s too late. Right now her head is up in her mama’s ribs…the placenta is quite high so that isn’t an issue, but I sure hope my daughter doesn’t have to have a section. Thanks, I now return you to your regular MMP…
I am such a spazz…
SCL - My apologies. But let’s face it. There aren’t many things I can call folks like that without insulting that which I am comparing them to.
Herbs - Nah – ain’t that hard. Just tedious and possibly confusing if you start adding colour coding to the mix that makes it look really messed up in the message editor, but comes out fine when you preview. But thank you. At least somebody appreciates the effort. 
Heff&Roo - The graphic is the EMT/EMS insignia, also known as The Star of Life. The thing in the middle is the Rod of Asclepius. You may or may not be more familiar with the symbol that it is very often (and mistakenly) used (and confused) for the symbol of medical professionals, Caduceus.
kai, you have a lot going on there. Good thoughts being sent out for the baby to turn at the appropriate time. It’s nice to see you here. Glad to see you posting.
Oh, it’s a snake, it’s a snake (apologies in advance, SCL)
I like my imagination better. Some skinny guy saluting.
Well, it’s about that time, folks. . . time to start heading out to prepare for bed. It was another nice day today. Since most of you are up before I am, I hope you’re all having a great day.
Special1, is your scarcity today a result of staying up until 2:30 am this morning?
Wow! Some mornings I think I just can’t keep up with all of you!
Heff&Roo - Ramadan is the Islamic month of fasting. Muslims fast from dawn till sunset (no food, drink, cigarettes or sex in daylight hours), but then stuff themselves once the sun goes down and sit up most of the night eating more and drinking tea! This is compensated for in the Middle East (or at least in the Gulf States) by only having to work 6 hours a day during Ramadan.
So you wake up at 3:30am, have an egg and cheese sandwich and a big glass of water, then go back to sleep. Wake up again and go to work at 9am. Leave at 3pm to come home and sleep some more, then go to MIL’s house at 5:30pm (or thereabouts, depending on what time of year Ramadan is - this year it’s September/October) and stuff your face with soup, samosas, thareed (Arabic style vegetable casserole with pita bread and sugar in it), harees (also called jereesh - basically savoury wheat porridge) and machboos or ghoozi (both rice dishes with meat). Then you go wash up, pray if you’re that way inclined (which I’m not) and retire to the lounge room to gently rub your belly and complain about having eaten too much (kind of like how you would feel after Thanksgiving dinner, I imagine!). Finally, you swill some sweet black tea to aid your digestion and sit back to watch some crappy Arabic TV program especially made for Ramadan viewing. You then toddle off home to relax on your own sofa. After a couple of hours, you eat some more, drink more tea and watch more TV. Eventually, you go to sleep. Lather, rinse, repeat for 30 days. After that, you get three days of Eid al Fitr, literally the Celebration of Eating, when you put on your finest new clothes and eat all day (rather than just after sunset)!
Phew - so much to look forward to!
kai, I hope the little one turns herself around! I recall seeing a program showing a yoga move that can be effective in encouraging a baby to turn - it involved laying in a very awkward position (face-up) with your bum up on the sofa and your shoulders and head down on a pillow, apparently in an attempt to fool baby into thinking up was down!
Lili, milk the “I’m pregnant” thing, 'cause once you have the baby, everyone will only want to help by carrying the baby, leaving you to lug the rest of the crap! It’s a bit of a letdown going from being the delicate pregnant flower to the packhorse - trust me!
Oh crap! Edit to add this pussy-cat linky - so cute and pretty amazing!
I go to work and people put grape sodas in their underwear and start throwin’ monsters and cats all over the place. Jeez, do I have to hire a babysitter now? 
Sean and BioTigs y’all will be pleased to know I have spoken in the tp thread.
BBBobbio sic ‘em! Don’t let GM get away with that bs. Looks like you already started the sicin’ though.
We got treated to a free dinner at work tonight. Sump’n about surpassing some kind of goal. I have no idea. It happened before I got there. Nonetheless I got to partake of ribs, chicken, baked beans, coleslaw, N.O.T. salad, rolls, some kind of strange but nummy chocolate thing and iced tea. ‘Twas pretty yum, especially since the cafeteria folks did all the cookin’. Don’t know if I’ve mentioned it but I ate in the cafeteria my first day at Miller and ummmm… ewwwww! Tonight was pretty good though. Probably just a fluke.
The engineer folks finally figured out the problem with the filler on the 16 ounce can line today after two agonizing days of havin’ ‘em all over the place askin’ stoopid questions about a machine their company installed. It works and they went away. That’s all that counts. A “filler” is the big honkin’ piece of equipment that (duh!) fills the cans or bottles as the case may be with beer. Know what’s especially killer about that? At that point (before pasteurization) the beer is ice cold draft beer. It’s tough pickin’ up a sealed can after it’s gone through the filler and been crowned. It’s so cold and I’m hot and I have to take that can to be analyzed for oxygen content… it’s just a dang shame, it is! Oxygen is a bad thing for beer btw. After filling, carbonization and crowning, samples are taken to determine the “total product oxygen” content or TPO. That, children, is tonights beer production lesson.
Ok, gettin’ tahred and sleepy here. So, nitey nite y’all!
Damn, I want a month-long holiday of nighttime eating! Well I manage to stretch Thanksgiving well past my birthday in February and also precede it with Oktoberfest and Halloween festivities, so I guess that works. (OOooh it’ll be Oktoberfest after I take the LSAT - I almost want to sew up the dirndl and order my maßkrug now!)
swampbeer, if you don’t mind my asking, what is N.O.T salad?
My lava cakes came out good. Too good - almost too chocolatey for me to handle (I can handle a lot). I made them in my ramekins though which are a little larger than the muffin pan that the recipe called for. Also, I think they would have gone down easier with a little whipped cream or vanilla ice cream. I don’t think they’ll be replacing my obligatory chocolate pots de creme on Christmas, though. Those are hard to beat.
QueenB, N.O.T. stands for “Not Our Taters”, i.e. potatoes. 'Cause it would be really rude (and kinda gross - no offense) to eat taters!!!
Dotty, thanks so much for that detailed explanation! I’m finding it fascinating learning about your cultures. I was turning a little green thinking about all that eating, though. Thanksgiving for 30 days in a row. . . the mind (and the stomache) boggles. So do you gorge on sex at night and all day on the last day like you do with food? Just askin’.
OK, really to bed now.