There is something terribly wrong with my computer. I will have to reboot it now. Only half the page comes up–the rest is blank screen. I can’t scroll past the blank–it’s every window I go in, btw. Jeepers!
Awwwww, baby cows. I luuurves me some baby cow…especially parmesan or piccata. What? 
I so feel like being on strike for the rest of the week. Yesterday just blew my whole wad for the week. Glad that’s over.
bobbio, how YOU doin?
ashes, try some Tilex on that orange glup.
fcm, cool kitty kover. Bet The Perfect Child[sup]TM[/sup]'s feline will find it fascinating what with the calling card from yours.
Congrats, rifty, but do you really need ALLA them grad schools?
I made stir-fry last night. It had chicken AND tofu in it. It was nummers but there is a ton left over. How do you make stir fry without it multiplyin?
Over the course of my life I have turned my ankles so many times that I am surprised I can still walk (let alone run). I have felt that snapped rubber band sensation repeatedly. It hasn’t been unusual for it to look like I am wearing a purple sock.
Oh, and speaking of purple, the wasp sting on my calf has turned a decidedly disturbing shade of black. It was the one that hurt the most. Should I be scared?
MBG, next time try kitty cuffs.
That’s it for now.
Tupug
Wow. Two flirts today, my first ones ever (for real)… 
The SD is back and full size for me now (phew!).
Vunder -did I miss something? Are we flirting now in MMP or was that in RL?
<pouts> nobody flirts with me! Flirting? I don’t need no stinkin’ flirting!
Off to grocery store. Ooh! and I found the other missing camera from our trip! yay! Now I have more pics!
You know all I have to say is that I’ve been married three (yes, you heard that right, 3!) times and I’ve never had even one bachelorette party, let alone a light up veil.
My life is a sham. How can I go on? 
Welcome to Telperion, The Weird One, Fetchund, and Mr. Bus Guy. Apologies to anyone I missed.
welby, that made me laugh out loud. I think I am a bad person.
Dot, start standing by your parents’ bed, saying, “Still awake! I’m still awake!” for hours and hours. Seriously, insomnia is a real health problem.
There was a 12 week old cocker spaniel poodle mix in at work yesterday. She was tiny and fluffy and sleepy and shy. It was about the only interesting thing that happened all day. Yesterday was boring.
Today I must do at least two trips to the laundromat, which means eight to ten loads of laundry, then try and follow a recipe well enough to produce two dozen soft sandwich buns, tidy, and put all the damn laundry away. Oh, Happy Passover and also Happy Holy Week to everyone. One of my co-workers is making hot cross buns this week. I’m bringing in cinnamon buns on Wednesday. I’ve started to get demands and hopeful people following me around and stuff.
I like mead.
Time for breafast, and then a fast trot around.
My poor turtle is going to have a bell tied to his tail, then be taught to bark and moo, and then I have to squeeze his head just right, apparently.
Poor guy!
I’ll flirt with anyone, anytime.
How you doin’?
So, bad person Lissa, if I were to visit Toronto, what would you suggest I do. What’s Un-Missable? And actually, it’s not if I were going to visit, I AM going to visit. Friday will be taken up with movie junk, but the wife and I will have most of Saturday to play before we head home. Or we might just stay all day Saturday and make a long drive Sunday.
Bus Guy, Bass Ale is one of my favorite beers, only topped by a tasty and delicious Newcastle. I don’t actually eat at Fridays’ very often but last time I did I ordered the Cheesy Bacon Burger (I think that’s what it’s called). There’s something both sinister and good about a burger topped with cheese, and then topped with fried cheese.
Now I’m all hungry.
It’s not about the turtle, it’s about your lonliness. If you had a dog, the turtle wouldn’t have to suffer.
Flips hair and smiles: Hi. What’s your sign? <bats eyelashes>
“Do not backup. Severe tire damage.”
What?
The sign I was born under said “Maternity Ward” 
What about us bears rifty? :dubious:
I’m writing reports. Well, not right now, right now, I took a break to read, respond, eat some peanut butter crackers and sip upon a Diet Pepsi. Now, I’m goin’ back to report writing. Really. Seriously. Right Now. This is me going. I’m going. Going. Gone!
My wife just e-mailed me to tell me that she thinks Cuervo peed in the bathtub last night. It could have been, he gets so excited upstairs, once in a while he’ll do that, but only in the tub. Rinse, scrub, repeat, right?
I said he might have learned that from me, watching me pee in the shower.
Now she’s grossed out.
Women. :rolleyes:
Yup welby, I’m coming to D.C. Well, not DC proper, actually. I’m going to Alexandria and my training will be in the Skyline building. I can actually walk to my training because my hotel is supposed to be sorta across the street from it.
I really only need the rental car so I can eat at night and do things.
To the rest of the MMP newbies, welcome. I somehow missed that on my first welcome.
Bobbio, you’re lookin’ good, man! Loooooookin’ GOOOOOOD!
Grats Spats! That’s good news and a good school.
Swampy, I’m glad you’re feeling better.
I don’t feel like being here at work today. I’m definitely burning out. I need a vacation, dammit, but won’t be taking one until August. Well, I’m taking a week off in July too, but a week is really a vacation.
I have the “yawns”. I just cannot stop yawning.
MBG feels right at home–who needs things popping out of animals when we have George Costanze peeing in the shower?
Blech.
so much for flirting…
I am going to the grocery store, right now. I’ll be back by the time swampy finishes his report. Yep, I will.
Man, you guys are hard to keep up with. Thanks to everyone who welcomed me. I actually used to read the MMP religiously before I finally decided to sign up, but then I lost track of it. I’ve popped in once or twice before, but hopefully I’ll be able to stick around this time.
One of my roommates brewed a tastey Bass Ale clone a few months back, Mr. Bus Guy. It’s all gone by now, of course. But my other roommate recently debuted a Belgian Witbier that’s definitely better than anything commerically available in the States. I’m afraid it won’t last very long.
Oh, and I once had a cat that peed in the bathtub. It was in my basement/ground floor apartment in Baltimore when I was in college. I was out back in the alley trying to get a good shot of a full moon for a painting I was working on, and I left the door open behind me just in case I needed to get back inside quickly. This skinny little alley cat came up and walked right in, just like Mika’s stray from a week or two back, only he didn’t belong to anyone. We got into this routine where I’d get home from classes in the evening, go back to the alley and call for him. He’d show up a minute or two later and I’d let him in and feed him; he’d wind around my legs and whine to be petted while I made dinner, and then we’d sit together on the futon and watch TV while I worked on my homework. He was the most affectionate cat I’ve ever met, so I called him Lover. I’d go to bed in the wee hours, and he’d hunt the mice in the kitchen (good kitty!) and around five in the morning he’d start calling for me to let him out. So off he went, to do his alley-cat things, and I’d get some real sleep before I had to wake up for classes. It was a pretty good arrangement for both of us, except that I wasn’t supposed to have pets in the apartment. For that reason, I didn’t want keep a litter box around in case someone from the landlord’s office dropped by. Fortunately, Lover wasn’t just affectionate, but also smart. Usually, he’d ask to be let outside if he needed to go, but if it was urgent, he’d rush into the bathroom and jump in the tub. He acted scared when I came in the first couple times to see what he was doing, like he expected to get in trouble, but I called him “Good Kitty!” a lot so he knew it was okay to go in the tub. Much easier than cleaning the carpet!
The sad ending to this story is that I had to take him to the local ASPCA because I was going home for a month over winter break, and I couldn’t find a friend to take him for that long, and I couldn’t take him home with me, and I couldn’t let him suffer out in the cold. I still miss him, though; I’m getting all teary over it again. I have pictures of him back home that I’ll post later.
Gah. Am back from grocery store. Feel very poor.
They were out of pastel peanut M&M’s. How can this be? Don’t they know I need to make nests for Easter?
And I bought marshmallow eggs–bad idea. I’ve already eaten 7 of them. Now I feel sick AND fat.
At this rate, those skinny jeans will end up back in the closet. Grrrr.
Off to do yardwork and work off these eggs!
Chcolate covered marshmallow eggs and I are real tight. I fucking love me some marshmallow. I do believe it may be my downfall. Those and Robin Eggs. For some reason, no other candy seems to have that combination of that crunchy candy shell and the proper chocolate inside. Wonka Bars aren’t bad for a chocolate fix, though.
…oops, I better halt the choco-talk…looks like The Overlord is getting that look in her eyes again…um…that’s drool, sweetie…not on the ottoman, please…