Woohoo,** Bobbio**! I am impressed! When do we see you in a Speedo? :eek:
Nah, my foot didn’t go crunch, and no rolling up. Phew! Like I said, I can even walk on it again already.
It’s prom time, indeed, Ashes. My hometown had theirs last Friday. My parents’ next-door neighbor is a teacher at the high school and was one of the chaperones. She told us all about what everyone wore. One girl wore a camouflage formal gown. And no one seemed puzzled by it.
You know how I make mead? I go to Jungle Jim’s and buy a bottle. Hardly any waiting involved.
Oh yeah… Nothing popped out of anything today at work, but when I went into “The Back” there was… a cow there! A baby cow. That was a surprise for me. It would have been even more surprising if something popped out of the cow, but it was surprising enough as it was.
As it happens the Vet Who Owns the Place has cows. And one of his cows had a cow of her own. And the new cow had some trouble gettin’ a-borned. So the new baby cow had to be brought in to the vet hospital for some lookin’ after. And that meant there was a cow at work today.
I never went to my prom. I’d been seeing a Junior who got all freaked out when I asked him to my prom (this was 1976 - he was very much like Eric from That 70’s Show, but I was no Donna (I was more like Big Wanda) so that may have had something to do with it) He said “I don’t to be the only non-senior guy there. And we’re getting too serious. Maybe we should step back a bit” So I didn’t go to Prom. The following year, he was seeing a gal a year younger and he took her to his prom. >heavy sigh<
**VB, ** wow! You look great!
I keep forgetting what time it actually is. I’ve never been strong on time zones.
Please tell me the pus was a dream! And the prom? Oooh, looky, Ashes stopped by!
Oh, and I think I missed a welcome to The Weird One, too. I read your thread about going to Panama, but don’t remember seeing you in the MMP before.
Maraschino cherries…tee hee. Great pic.
Puggy, that sounds annoying. There’s nothing like manually editing hundreds of records to take the fun right out of stuff!
You’ll be fine, taxi! Wow! 3 interviews - excellent!
I liked the neon kitty litter cover too, FCM.
And I hit preview and there’s been a storm of activity.
Glad you made it home safely, FCM. Another hour and we’d have called the highway patrol. (OK…it mighta taken us a little longer than that…)
And Bobbio, isn’t it about time for the name change? Good work!
And Rue, seems like you’re the only one around here who can legitimately lay claim to having a cow-orker. Hee. I like baby cows. They used to have baby animal day at MSU when I was growing up. We’d tour all the farms and get to see all the babies. We liked the quail the best because they were so little. But all the babies were fun.
And it seems that I’m tired because all my paragraphs start with “and.”
So I’m toddling off to bed now.
GT
I can’t believe you’re, what? 80-some posts into this MMP and nobody’s said:
The Unexpected MMP
*NOO-body expects the MMP!
Our chief weapon is suprise, surprise and fear… fear and surprise; our two chief weapons…*
Wow…you’re right. I should have been all over this. Many apologies.
Yes, Mika . Mike Ditka was the coach of the Chicago Bears and also a very good tight end. The epitome of manliness. I hear from some fans in Chicago that he beat the Kansas City Chiefs by the score of 174 to negative 6. Such are the tall tales that follow you when your manliness is off the charts.
Just ask John Holmes.
JAG, If you’re going to do that, you have to do it right. Observe:
NOBODY expects the MMP! Our chief weapon is innuendo … innuendo and puns … puns and innuendo … Our two weapons are puns and innuendo … and TMI stories… Our three weapons are puns, innuendo, and TMI stories …and an extensive collection of delicious recipes … Our four…no… Amongst our weapons… Amongst our weaponry…are such elements as puns, innuendo … I’ll come in again.
I don’t work with cows much either but in my limited experience with them I would say that stuff doesn’t pop out so much as it plops out.
29 more days til the play. I just have to keep functioning for 33 more days and then I can drop dead if I like.
But I’d better either drop dead or keep functioning to some degree for another 49 or else I’ll fuck my grades up.
I’m tired of functioning. Best friend #2 and some others and I had a fight today. Forget friends. I don’t care. I’m just going to be a weirdo loner kid. I’ll focus on getting good grades and by the time I graduate, everyone will hate me and I won’t give a damn and I’ll get scholarships and become fantastically successful and extremely famous… so nobody will have to ACTUALLY like me, but people who don’t know me will think they do.
Who needs friends? not me. I wish they’d mind their own business anyway. They have no right to tell me what to do. I guess it really is all the better- now they’ll leave me alone.
Aren’t you glad you have me around? You get your weekly (daily? almost.) dose of hissyfit.
Rue: a COW? I want to come work with you. Your job sounds fun.
Ashes: good luck with the insomnia. I’m vaguely trying to convince my parents to take me to a doctor for mine… they don’t believe me when I say I can’t sleep even when I lay in bed for hours. And they definitely don’t believe that laying in bed for hours makes me feel nauseated, not to mention really stressed out (which, of course, is why I choose not to lay down until I’m practically nodding off already)
Teleprien, you’ll have to test that foot. Sign yourself up for some tap classes NOW!
Rose, forget the scooter. Get a pony!
The Weird One: that cherry story made me giggle. I work in a place with a significant language barrier, so it sounds just like somthing that would happen at work. Just today, my boss was complaing to a friend about how someone was supposed to be working but, instead, “they were sitting outside talking and praying!” I thought, “wtf? they stopped in the middle of their work day to sit outside and pray?” And then I realized- She’s Chinese. they were sitting outside talking and playing.
Fetchund: welcome 
Mika: you’ll have to teach your turtle to bark or moo so that you don’t get lonely with things being too quiet.
FCM, I love the litter hider.
Mr. Bus Guy: my life is as boring as they come, but I refuse to shut up about it anyway I would feel dumb saying “welcome” because you’ve been here waaaaaaay longer than I have, so… hi.
My grandmother does the “feeling mortal” stuff. Takes us kids around her house and asks if we’d like it if she left us this or that. The first time she did it, I just said, “gran, I wouldn’t like it if you left us at all!” and she thought that was unbearably cute, but it was true! I’ve gotten used to it now, though. The only thing she keeps insisting she wants to leave me is her gigantic old (musical) organ. And she wants to do it to annoy my parents, not because she thinks I’ll like it.
boooo at my coding! I defintely thought “damn, I shoulda previewed” right as I released the mouse button to post.
Psh. That’s enough info for at least four posts. What kind of beer? Whadya eat? (A mention of food can often generate 10 or more responses here) I misread and thought for a moment that Bus Kid’s friend was named Vanilla Bean for some odd reason.
See? We take your mundacity and make it special!
[whine whine whimper wimper]I don’ wanna go to work today! [/wwww]
You have to squeeze thier little heads to make them scream right.
Taters! This is what I get for not paying attention! You’re coming to D.C.? You should be fine when you get here, the airport isn’t far from your hotel. In the morning / evening give yourself at least an extra 1/2 hour. If your training is IN DC you might want to make it 45 minutes, depending on when you’re commuting in.
How YOU doin’?
Rue I’m impressed. A cow at work. All I ever got cow wise was one in my front yard having a grass snack. I’ve told that story before so I won’t tell it again. Unless somebody begs me.
Bobbio you’re just wasting away to skin and bones there. WOW!
T.W.O. life is just a martini glass of marischino cherries for you ain’t it?
I’m back to living today. Well, back at work anyways. I went to my meeting last night, which lasted for two hours. Of course the good thing about it was when I got home I was really tired and sleepy so I went to beddy bye right away.
Ashes[sup]2[/sup], howdy! I had some collard greens last week. For some reason, I think of you every time I have collards. That’s not a bad thing, cause I like collards. It’s just a weird thing.
I am glad you’re around. If you weren’t giving us all our proper dose of hissyfit, I’d probably have to do it. 
Speaking of collard greens, here’s today’s Passover Food …
Now, today is Tuesday. Which means I have a lot of errands to run this morning before class, and then work to do tonight afterwards. Ah well. AT LEAST I GOT INTO DARTMOUTH.
Yup, that’s right. Last night, because for some reason they must extend all of their admissions offers at 10 pm, I got an email officially allowing me to attend Dartmouth. I’d been expecting it, because another person working for Dartmouth had been exchanging emails with me, and there was a minor holdup because they misplaced my letters of recommendation. As of right now, Dartmouth is my backup in case Amsterdam turns out to be prohibitively expensive. Now if only Syracuse, Rutgers, and Waterloo would get off their lazy posteriors and let me in too.
Cat tranquilizers. That’s what’s needed here.
Cuervo is now no longer bullied by ANY cat, even the Evil Fat Scarlett gives him room. He’s just too high energy for her hugeosity. The result is that she won’t sleep upstairs on the bed with us anymore, and he’s decided the bedroom is his nighttime territory.
ALL NIGHT LONG we are treated to sporadic bouts of running in circles, chasing and killing imaginary things, walking along the headboard and knocking things off my table and dresser to see them fall. Our headboard is a maybe 1 1/2 inch wide piece of wood, so when he’s up there it’s a balancing act, and if he stumbles, it’s only on to our faces. Call me Damocles.
We slept with the windows open a bit last night. At 4:14 AM, a coyote made an appearance in the field behind us. Loudly. This brought the orange terror out from where I’d just settled him down, to the window which he can just see out of on his hind legs. He spent the nest 10 minutes trying to growl (he still doesn’t talk) and hiss at the thing, then decided he saw a spot on the carpet that looked like it needed killing, so off he went.
And today is a long day. Full day of work, P/T at 4, home, shower then a meeting from 7 to 9 tonight. God made coffee JUST for me, you others, keep your hands off.
welby - Bass Ale in the 22 oz’ers, and my standard Friday’s meal. Bowl of French Onion and an order of wings. You’re right, that was interesting after all! 
Oy. So much happened … Let’s see …
Rosie, that is indeed the Ren Faire we mean. We’ll keep you posted regarding what day we pick to go meet up!
Telperien, where are you living and why are you homeless? I’m sure there was a thread about it that I missed somewhere …
Bobbio, you weigh less than me. Let’s leave it at that.
Ooooh, cows!
Dots, your daily hissyfit keeps me from having one, so I say vent away. And friends that try to tell you what to do can be replaced. Not that we ever try to tell you what to do.
Glad you’re feeling better, swampy. When you’re off your game the whole MMP suffers. (I originally typed that as “the whole MMP suppers,” which would make it sound like we all went out and had food without swampy, which we would never do.)
Spats: Woooooooo Dartmouth! I’ve always thought that its name sounded like an unfortunate bar-game-related injury, but I know it’s a good school. Congrats!
I got to work ridiculously early this morning. I think the kids must be off school this week and traffic is lighter. I’m sure as hell not leaving the house any earlier. Perish the thought.
Last night I started on my experimental mead-making–peppermint and coffee. (Not together, of course.) Check back with me in a month or so, we’ll see how we did.
Yeesh, I’m really slacking. My MMP membership is going to get revoked if I keep up this un-torrid pace.
Overlord , that might be the tackiest litter hider I’ve ever seen. But I likes it.
Fechund sorry about that, usually I’m all over the “how you doin?s” over around these parts, but I’m screwing the pooch over here.
…figuratively, of course. Not that I’d…screw a pooch…or…you know…
so, um…how 'bout them Bears?