I’m still here.
Congratulations, good lucks and 'oh, sorry’s" as appropriate.
::burying my head back into the PowerPoint I have to finish 2 hours ago…::
I am hungry. What do I want to eat? I still have many boxes of goodies, but probably should eat all of them at once. Maybe brownies. Or cornbread. I could make cornbread. Unfortunately, I am the only one around here who eats cornbread.
This is a difficult quandary.
Are there any not difficult quandaries?
Wait a sec - are you my sister?? I have to make sure that if I call my mom, I don’t have anything to do for at least an hour. Yesterday, I called her as I was driving home - my commute is along a nice, wide county road with little traffic, so I feel safe doing the listen-and-drive thing. She kept it up as I got home, stopped at the mailbox, drove into the garage, then walked around the yard weeding. I managed to get a few words in, and I interrupted long enough to tell her I was home and I had to go pee.
I try to be a good sport about it all - since Dad died, I know she’s lonely for people to talk to. And she’s so far away, I don’t get up to see her that often - maybe next weekend when my sweetie is out of town.
I came home to 2 piles of cat puke. They’re all cleaned up now. I think she was eating dog food, but I’m not positive.
I also got a load of jeans in the washer, and when FCD gets home, we’re loading the old mower and cart on the trailer. A guy at work bought it, but he doesn’t have a truck, so I said I’d take it to his house. Because I’m nice, dammit.
Other than that, just another grand and glorious day in paradise. Is it Friday yet??
It could be worse, it could be a distressing dilemna.
I bought a salad for lunch, but because my tummy is somewhat acidy today, I stopped in the little shoppette and bought a box a crackers. They were stale, dammit. I hate stale crackers.
are **donkeybear ** and **chaoticbear ** the same person?
Yes, he is. He was also known as bonkeybear. We seem to have all kinds of little nicknames for him.
Fruit of the Day: Lemon
Lemon \LEHM·un\ noun
Definition: Lemons are cultivated primarily for their juice, though the pulp and rind (zest) are also used, mostly in cooking or mixing. Lemon juice is about 5% citric acid, which gives lemons a sour taste and a pH of 2 to 3. This acidity makes lemon juice a cheap, readily available acid for use in educational chemistry expermients.
Example sentence: If you got a bunch of lemons together, would they all jump off a cliff?
and [del]they[/del] he used to be involved with swampbear?
I think I’m going to need an MMP Family Tree
Only if the first one does.
I don’t believe they’ve ever met. It’s just some warped, gay game they play… 
Don’t try to understand - just smile and not and back away slowly.
Otherwise known as outrageous flirting. 
No more warped than spats and I. That is, if there were and spats and I. But there’s not.
I like virtual crushes and “stalkings”–they’re much more fun than the real things.
AT&T now sends people to your door to [del]slam[/del]switch your phone service. I played completely dumb housewife and stated that my husband does all that stuff. (actually he does do that bit of things–so I really don’t know who our longdistance carrier is–and I dont’ care).
#2 son is fading fast. His fever must be back. Ciao.
Damn! I think I’m fighting a cold. I’ve been sneezing and stuff today and one of my co-workers asked me if I was catching a cold because my nose sounded all stuffy.
I’m going to go home and spray some Zycam or whatever that stuff is down my throat. I can NOT become sick. I WILL NOT become sick. I’ve got too much to do, and I don’t want to have a cold when I’m gone next week.
rigs, I hope #2 son starts to feel better soon.
Dang, nobody cyber flirts with me or cyber(joke)stalks me…what’s up with that? I take a shower everyday and smell all girly and clean. I even comb my hair and wear a slight bit of make-up.
::inhaling::
One big long breath:
So it’s not enough that I’m STILL futzing with bus leases for next year, and getting a PowerPoint done for my boss who called and said “could ya’?” and who says no when it’s put so nicely, but then there’s a gas main break in a subdivision that’s blocking a main road and about 100 kiddies are going to have to get dropped off 3-4 blocks from their stops and so we and the school have to call maybe 100 parents and try to let them know this, but then I drive out to take a firsthand LookSee and lo and behold, there’s no more trucks blocking the road, but lots of parents standing there waiting for the bus to drop their kids so they can walk them home so I say, oh hell just drop them there, so we do, then my boss calls and says “dude, where’s my PowerPoint?”, well not in those words, but to that effect, and I say, check your inbox, and he says nope, then a call later I find out the network’s down, but he needs this thing ASAP, so I race to his office, burn a disk, give it to him, race to the dealer who’s got to fix the door strip thingee on my car, and my boss calls again to say thanks and so now I’m home, and the cat’s purring next to me, so it’s all ok now, but that ALL happened in the space of about 2 hours.
rigs, your mother must be my mother, except add that she’s half deaf so the entire conversation consists of things being repeated to her.
We’d have too many chaotic, donkey swamp inhabting bears around here if we bothered to count them all. I think they’re **all **the same bear, really.
:watching Taters from behind a shrub outside her house::
Ahem…How YOU doin’? (taking a deep breath of her girly cleanliness)
If you’re hiding behind shrub outside my house, you must not be very tall. My shrubs aren’t all that big yet. They’re only about three years old. 
Mr. Lissar got the job!!!
Thank you all so much for the good vibes. He starts on the 15th, which means that he’ll probably never have to do midnight to eight a.m. for seven days straight again! He just called me and Driving Husband and I will have a party together tonight to celebrate. And when Mr. Lissar gets home we’ll get him drunk and feed him chocolate. Or something.
Whee!
Psst. Bus Guy didn’t want you to announce that he’s a midget, Taters.
Yay for Mr. Lisslar!!
Taters, you can’t be sick. Bad enough I’m still snuffling… So cut it out, now!
Woo-hooo! Congrats. Pop a bottle of champagne open. That is great news.
Oh, and what I should have said about Mr. Bus Guy hiding behind the shrubs was that he must be at the wrong house. Yeah, that’s it. I wouldn’t want to insult anyone who was flirting with me.
Congrats to Mr. Lissar!!!
Ringing of bells throughout the land!
I’ll now climb out of this trench I dug behind Taters shrub, which I dug to hide my burly, manly 6’0" self.
Yay for Mr. Lissar’s new job!!!
I was just coming in here to wish him luck because that was one of the items I forgot last night.
cb, posting outside the MMP doesn’t count (except occasionally when there’s a link or reference in the actual MMP). Them’s the rules.
Notice there’s no one hiding behind my crabapple trees. I’m not taking it personally, though. Really. ::sniff::
Hope #2 son is better, rigs.
Also, it appears that you, FCM and I must be sisters. My mom is actually really good about talking to lots of people, but man can she monopolize a conversation…!
I notice that Sean hasn’t been back to report details. ::taps foot:: We’re waiting…
Tired. Stayed up late (can’t remember why), got up early, worked like a maniac pretty much all day. Got more stuff to model tonight, but I want to do a few things outside first.
Hi everybody!
GT