I was raised Jewish, yes. And don’t call me Shirley.
My excuse for not having welcomed Fetchund is that I haven’t been here all day. So: Welcome, Fetchund! 
Telperien, it’s a bit of a (pleasant, of course) surprise seeing you in here! You get a welcome too: Welcome, Telperien! I’m glad your foot is behaving. Hopefully you’ll need that makeup bag sooner rather than later.
Today I’m very excited because I got a 48/50 on my E&M test, the one that I said was super duper easy. GO ME. 
Alright, boss said he’d okay the rental car, but told me the roads, driving and traffic truly are sucky and scary, especially if you’ve never been there. He also mentioned something about reversible lanes during certain parts of the day.
Tell me about the traffic there. I’m driving from Ronald Reagen Airport to 4800 Leesburg Pike where my hotel is. I’ll be arriving at the airport around 5:00 in the evening on the 8th of May and I Depart the airport 0800 hrs on the 12th of May.
Also, the boss told me that parking around VA/DC is atrocious and I’ll have a difficult time finding it.
Give the me the info folks, as I’ve never been there and have no idea what to expect.
I’ve driven in Seattle traffic, it can be absolutely horrendous. On the other hand, I pretty much know where I am in Seattle.
If you park your car across the street from the Washington Monument and don’t get back to it before rush hour, they will ticket you and push your car up onto the sidewalk. I recall walking down the street and turning to my friend and saying “Did I park really effed up, or what?” Then we realized my car was not quite where we’d left it.
Aw, shucks, folks… Thanks for the welcomes! (Imagine me shuffling my feet and looking all shy-ish…) And to answer a “kind-of query” above, I’m a “she”.
Thanks! I hope so, too. I can take a picture of my foot if anyone wants to see it. It’s truly funky. I made Roland look at it; everyone else should get to see it too.
Yay! does dance of joy, very carefully
::Phew!:: I JUST now finished up with all the doings for that mixlpixlrk press release. Do you realize that means that job took nearly seven hours??? :eek: :eek: This client is gonna pay, I tells ya, for my bloody eyeballs! :: pant! pant!::
Welcome various new folk to the MMP. We are called the kool kids for a reason, ya know, cause we’re all nice dammit!
that mead recipe sound pretty easy. And the strawberry flavor has me intrigued. Hmmmmm.
Fair enough.
Draelin, where would one go about getting honey in bulk? I’m thinking I may try the mead-making this summer. Also, is there any reason that it has to be stored in glass bottles and not plastic ones?
That seems like it would cause sidewalk blockage problems. What’s the point?
I vote for Mika Ditka.
I win. I change something girly into something amazingly masculine.
Crap. I guess as the until-recently-newest member, I should extend a welcome to our new person. Looks like you’ve gotta wear the dunce cap. It should probably look better on ya anyways.
As a matter of fact, the one place I’ve had mead before was at last summer’s RenFaire. It was goooood.
Just a brief drive-by. Gotta leave in a few minutes. Welcome Fetchund, Mr Bus Guy and Telperien! Don’t forget to send FCM chocolate. Otherwise you won’t get your membership cards and useful door prizes.
Loved the light-up veil, Drae.
Off to worry about the amount of mulch at church. (Fascinating, huh?) And then to a friend’s house. Should be exciting.
Back later.
GT
Whoa. Talk about aggressive meter maids.
Least Original User Name Ever, Mika Ditka?
Oh, ‘nother funny story. I didn’t bother mentioning it in my last post, but Mom’s new place is in Panama City, Panama. Also, I don’t speak Spanish. So my last night in Panama, Mom took me out to dinner and drinks with some of her friends. After dinner, I wanted a glass of sherry, but neither Mom nor I knew the Spanish word for sherry, and I didn’t want to interupt her friends’ conversation. So when the waiter came out to collect our dinner dishes, I asked him, “Do you have any sherry? A glass of sherry?”
“Yes, yes, no problem!” he said. I was relieved that he had understood me right away, and returned to the conversation. A few minutes later, the waiter returned, and I was presented with a martini glass full of marschino cherries.
I passed them around the table, and then one of Mom’s friends took a picture of me with what was left. I sure do love marschino cherries, so I figure getting all those cherries almost makes up for being mistaken for the kind of person who would ask for an glass of marschino cherries.
Telperien, what happened to your foot? I seem to’ve missed that particular story.
My Bus Guy has honored us with his presence? I am overcome. (he’s my BG because until recently, he ran the buses that my kids rode!) :eek:
Hello to all the other (lesser) newbies. Heh. (just kidding)
Back from the orthodontist and am helping #2 son with spelling. Hafta pick up Daughter soon. Drained our puddle (very small pond) in our sideyard today-stinky!
This RefFaire of which you speak, is that the one in Tuxedo NY that runs mid August to mid September? I used to go every year (until standing and walking became an issue for me). But maybe I’ll rent a scooter for the day and go enjoy it this year.
Relax, you’ll hyperventilate. I think once, months ago I jumped into the MMP, but it was akin to jumping into the pool when all the other kids are making a whirlpool. I got dizzy and sunk in the middle.
Yard work, eh? I was going to start some today when I got home, but I discovered no gas in the mower gas can, and decided to go inside, start some laundry, play with the cats and start dinner.
Now, guess what? I’m frigging working again!!! And wasting the odd moment posting here, but mostly working.
I, um, fell down. Spectacularly. Twisted my right ankle under me and landed on it to boot. Ouchie. I don’t swear a lot, but I spent the rest of that day anathematizing my ankle and foot however I could. The only reason I didn’t actually cry was because I didn’t want to cry in front of my friend whom I was with. He fetched me ice and juice and pain pills and didn’t make fun of my hobbling about. I’m almost well enough now, though, to dance. If I danced.
I’ve been enjoying this new town far too much for someone who is not yet employed or domiciled. Cross your appendages, everyone, that that will soon change. The not being employed/domiciled part, not the enjoying part.
Ouch Telperian! Did your foot kind of roll up like a foot taco and then make a very wrong crunching noise? If it did, go to the doctor you big nut, says my cousin the p.t. But it’s just horribly swollen and discolored and I don’t have on any make-up says me, the big nut.
So my car went into the body shop today. Not The Body Shop, 'cause it would never fit down those crowded aisles full of dolphin soap inna can or whatever. Nope, gonna get the dent fixed to the tune of 1296.90! I hate my rental car which feels like I’m driving a box of Quaker oatmeal and shakes like a chihuahua above 55 mph.
I happen to like the neon litter snug FCM. It calls to mind Miami during the ‘Vice’ days.
Tomorrow I’m going to the doctor because my insomnia has gotten worse. It takes me hours to get to sleep and then I just sort of doze through the most horrible dreams. Just what does it mean that my shower spouted orangey pus from behind the shampoo shelf?
I’m going to prom!
Since I occasionally drone on about my gastric bypass, I thought y’all might be interested in some pics I just posted in another thread…
Just back from dropping FCD off at his hotel in Richmond. It’s just under 2 hours away, but we had dinner late, so I was way late getting back. But I had to let you all know I was home safe because I know you worry. Right? Right???
And now, off to take my meds and go to sleep. With luck, I’ll be able to get up in time for work. woohoo - work. :rolleyes:
Nighty-night!