Can I make it?
Aggravating day.
Stupid lenders.
Damn fog.
First shower. Then explain.
ETA Damn you pie! Damn you! 
gloating off to bed… 
Heh. It takes some getting used to.
rigs, hope things turn out all right.
I keep getting cramps in my toes while doing my new yoga routine. Maybe it’s a bit too strenuous - I am rather out of shape. Hmph.
Boo - you shouldn’t have gotten any more than your limit. I may have sent you the wrong list or otherwise messed up. I’m going back to look and should have sent you an e-mail by the time you read this.
McUne - send whenever you can. They tend to be pretty spread out. I haven’t even bought mine; I’ll probably do that tomorrow and hope to send the next day.
Hope everything went well, rigsy.
Went out to dinner with a friend. Had way too much food. Ready for bed.
Back tomorrow…
GT
Good luck with The Talk, Rigs! I hope it turns out okay.
Papa Tigs and I have turned into the most pathetic couple ever. We both drifted off in front of Antiques Road Show tonight. I’m talking 8:30 at night, him snoring at his desk, me snoring on the sofa.
When did I turn old? 
The MMP is usually a quick read, Brownie – if you skip over all the flirting/ room 304 stuff, it goes fast. And, of course, if you don’t have time, just jump and say you don’t have time to waste on catching up with our silliness, and just pick up in midstream. Works great. There are no rules for the MMP. (Except chocolate love offerings to FCM and beer to Swampy, of course!)
I’m now trying to wake up again so I can get a bit more work tone on this transcript. I swear, I stepped back in time; this woman is an old-fashioned dowager with that upper-class snooty New York Social Register accent of the early 20th century who sounds just like Margaret Dumont. It’s quite astonishing; just listening to her is like stepping into a timewarp! She even rolls her Rs and sounds vedy, vedy prrropah! It’s quite entertaining.
Holy cow people - do none of you have jobs? Page 3 on a Monday evening!
I lost 8 hours of my life that I won’t get back to a training class in the dullest sense of the word. Gah!
Came to work returned a bunch of phone calls, wrote a ton of e-mails, scanned the MMP and now I have decided to go home as I can’t be arsed to do any more today.
Toodles!
Oh sorry for got to add {{{{{rigs }}}}}. Good luck lady!
Holy Jeebus! Page three already and it’s only Monday!
I hope the talk went well rigs. Big hugs to you.
I kinda used to like Karen Carpenter, but as has been mentioned earlier, the music just didn’t age well. Mainly, though, I liked rock music, so I didn’t listen to much pop music.
Haze, you were born the year I graduated from high school! :eek: I can’t be THAT old, can I?
**Spaz, ** I’m a little embarrassed to admit this, but both the hubby and I play WoW…a lot. We taper off to practically not playing in spring and summer, but during the winter it beats what’s on the boob tube.
There’s not too much else going on. I am the definition of mundanity.
I have nothing to add except that I stayed home and slept all day in hopes of cancelling out some of the weekend’s insommnia - we’ll see if it worked tonight
eta - rigs - I know it’s kind of after the fact now, but honesty without undue emotionality is usually the best route to take
So technically, you’re old enough to be my mom? :dubious: :eek:
Just did a bout of yoga and had a relatively healthy dinner of avacado and ham on bread. And a glass of orange juice. It feels nice - Sunday was just a series of chips and dips, which did not make my insides happy at all. I haven’t had much of an appetite lately though. On the upside, I haven’t wanted to smoke a cigarette all day today.
The first time I realized I was getting old(er) was when I was in some store (I forget which) and the clerk (had to be a highschooler or maybe a young college student) who before handing me back my credit card, looked at the name and asked if I was so and so’s mother. :eek:
Hey guys! I meant to post this morning, but we had some happenings today at work. When I got in, our owner was in my General Sales Manager’s (GSM) office with the door closed. Owner in before 1:00 = bad. Doors closed = bad. Long story short, we have a new GSM. The good news is that the old GSM was reappropriated to another position. It’s a good thing for our store, but change is always scary, and this will be a huuuuuuge change. So the majority of the morning and early afternoon were spent getting things in order for the changeover. The rest of the day was crammed with customers. YAY!
I started getting a sore throat last night, and it’s very sore today. I should progress to sniffles and coughing tomorrow, followed by lung hacking and loss of voice the next day. I’m so glad I quit smoking right now. Off to bed shortly.
btw - gt - I don’t think I’m up for hosting 2/11, but I’ll take 2/18, if no one else desparately wants it.
Ooooh, I have gossip. I’m just going to cut and paste from an email I just sent my friend, with names replaced.
I have to say, it’s nice to know there are guys with decency left in this world.
I do feel sorry for Ice Queen though, even if I’ve never liked her. She has no clue about there being anything wrong in their relationship. It’s scary to think you can know someone for years and not be able to sense that something is wrong. Ugh.
Dang, Rebo, it’s too bad Houston is nearly 200 miles away from San Antonio. I’m going to be in San Antonio next month for some training. It would have been nice to meet up with you in person.
I have not eaten dinner and am not even hungry. Mr. Taters ate some leftover pizza before going to the Y to workout. I plan on making chicken noodle casserole for dinner tomorrow, though.
ETA: Haze, maybe she does sense something is wrong, but just doesn’t want to face it or admit it to anyone, even herself.
Wait. I’m drunk, so bear eitth me. Who is Ice queen? is that the same as VH? Are you the one who (supposdeluy) never went all the way with Dude guy aka Mr Inappropriate?
Am back from dinrnks. Am drink. Hee. alughninghn here. Heeheeheeeheheheheheheeeeeeeee. that’s fun to do!
still heeeeignngngnnnngngnn here…ok, must gain controll.
We taked. Imean we talked. god, it’s hared to contol the kdyeboard. I can bearly wsee ist. Hee. laughing againagin, heehheeeeeeee. this is too funnynmm…
Anyway, we talked about some stuff. You know, I like him best when’s he honest. I have found my limit on sambuca nadnt it’s 2 grinks. gomadit I’m drunkl,… We talekd alot about us and our pats and our ? vuture. FUTURE. It was ok. I only cired once. not hard, and not bovious. Now I’ve got the giggles.
Ok, #2 son off to bed. He watns to write a story–good on him. I gave him a spiral notebook to do so.
Anyway, the Talk was overall good. Nothign resolved, but the honesty was refreshing. No idea where we’re headed, but nothing permaenent is imminanent. Imminent. But that’s ok, because we talked. Does that make sense? problaby not, but it does to me. night, all!
Uh, “Mr Inappropriate” isn’t “That Guy”, is he?
well, rigs, honesty is always good - and even better if you can move forward from here. Here’s hoping.
(I am going to have to remember to post next time I am drunk - except, I am never home when I drink that much)
Oh my God, rigs, your post made me LOL. Glad to hear you feel better.
Ice Queen and Mr Inappropriate are not related in any way to either That Guy or Victorian Heroine. (I actually like Victorian Heroine, for what it’s worth.) Mr Inappropriate is from our circle of friends from grad school, and Ice Queen is his SO (they met a couple years ago, I think). It’s just that the entire situation is so much like my own that I had to laugh a little.
Hello fun MMPers. If anyone would like to view a fun kitteh vid you can see this thread here , QED is rather shy and I’m poking him to become friendlier.