OK, now this is just plain unfair. It’s June 2. I just had to close all the windows and turn on the heat. That means it’s under 62 drgrees in my house. It’s June. It’s almost SUMMER fercryinoutloud!!! <sigh>
This day has been incredibly long. I just want to go home. One more hour and 15 minutes and then I can go home.
I had a major snafu here at work, but I think, I hope, I pray that it’s all ironed out now. Our higher HQ didn’t like some of the data we submitted and had serious questions about it, as well as questioning or QA abilities. They were right on one count, but the rest of our correction/resubmission was basically telling them, in a PC way, we don’t collect that type of data and we’re not about to try and pull some S*** from our asses and this is why, yadda, yadda, yadda. Ugh!
Happy Birthday Keith T
Huh, how about that? I think my coding worked right this time. So,
HAPPY BIRTHDAY BUMBA!!
My coding has been very bad lately.
This weekend my daughter and I are supposed to go and pick out her first formal dress for her first formal dance. She has no idea what she wants. I foresee a long shopping day ahead of me.
Rue, all I’ve got to say about the puppy is I’m glad my dog is potty trained. I can see it now. You go to turn on your heat this fall and ask what the hell that awful smell is coming from your register. Ah, it’s eau de puppy poop! That’s what it is.
I sneaked out of work a little early (well, ten minutes early) and went for a walk in the rain. Not really rain, more like drizzle, but my feet were soaked by the time I got home. It feels so good to take off those wet shoes and socks. My feet are all dry and toasty now. It’s the little things that make me happy!
Tupug, congrats on the raise! Can I come work with you?
Happy Birthday KeithT!!! It must be a popular time for birthdays, 'cause everybody’s having one.
<ahem> Clearing Throat <ahem>
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HAAAPPPYYY BIIIRRRTHDAAAY TOOOOOO YOUUUUUU!!!
HAAAPPPYYY BIIIRRRTHDAAAY TOOOOOO YOUUUUUU!!!
HAAAPPPYYY BIIIRRRTHDAAAY DEEAAARRR KEEEIIITHHHT!!!
HAAAPPPYYY BIIIRRRTHDAAAY TOOOOOO YOUUUUUU!!!
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Well, ahem. I meant to get in here (to MMP) faithfully every night [sub]my ongoing efforts to slink unnoticed through the door, if you remember…[/sub] but I find that as usual life has prevented me. I wouldn’t mind that so much if said life was filled with sunshine and happiness, but instead I didn’t have the best week I’ve ever had. Well, we had some of that there sunshine, but…mostly I just want to wake up and find out that we all got “do-overs.” Now, THAT is a lousy reason for not coming in here and basking in your rollicking good vibes. However, no point in spreading doom and gloom all over the party so I’ll shut up on the subject. For now. 
I must say that I notice that some of you had birthdays. Seems like a lot, what with the ones in the past two weeks…you guys got a lock on the late spring birthday thing? Anyway,
HAPPY BIRTHDAY EVERYONE!!
May you have a wonderful birthday month, and may the day you wake up to tommorow treat you better than you even deserve. [sub]Don’t you think that is better than the “may the road rise to greet you thing?” I mean, think how terrifying that would be, to be walking along and have the ROAD RISE TO GREET YOU? shudder[/sub]
HAPPY BIRTHDAY to[COLOR=DarkOrange] Bumba and KeithT!!![/COLOR]
Just thought I’d pop in here and say hi…need to pack…much of my list from yesterday still needs to be done (and I’ll be following your advice Puggy, because I think that’s my only alternative; also it was outstanding :D). If it’s tedious, it’s just not happening. I’m sure many things will still be here Monday night when I get home.
So…happy weekend in advance. Off to the Carribean early tomorrow for a lovely wedding (not mine…Local Best Friend’s).
But first…where’s that list again…?? ::Wanders off.::
GT
Happy Bumba Day!
In the jungle, the mighty jungle the lion sleeps tonight
Weeeeheeeee a weeeeeahhh Bumba day!
Happy Birthday to Keith, too!
I’m tired that’s all I got the energy for, hope I didn’t miss anyone.
Ooooh, I’m jealous! I want to go to the Carribean! I’m sure the wedding will be lovely. Have a great time!
Scotti, c’mon in, put your feet up, and relax. I hope next week is better! I’m with you on the “do-overs.” Some days, I just want to go back and start all over again.
Applause to swampbear and Wile E for the wonderful singing! It just adds so much class to the MMP. I would sing along with you, but then everyone would run away, and there’d be no more MMP. Or you’d all move the MMP and not tell me, and you’d all be hiding over there laughing at me, and it would just get really ugly. So I won’t sing, and we’ll all be happy.
Happy birthday to all! Happy unbirthday to the rest. I’m going home for the weekend not this weekend, but the next - and I was saying to my dad that everyone except would be getting a gift. I’ll be giving my mother her late mother’s day gift, my father his father’s day gift, and my brother & SIL birthday gifts. But no presents for me - except for the ones I buy when I go shopping that weekend. And I think that’s enough for me.
It’s just about 12:30 (00:30 in 24HR notation), and I’m about to pull some nice, warm, banana raspberry muffins out of their tins, and let them cool for tomorrow morning’s breakfast. Yum!
Susan
Im disappointed.
At the railroad club business meeting, I found out that Nutjob is already on double secret probation for shit he pulled on a couple other members around the same time, and will mostly likely fade into the night by being administrativley kicked out because he’s behind in his dues payments. Kinda took all the fun out of the evening.
To add insult to injury, the club picnic is next weekend. It involves drinking beer, eating food, and running trains; I’ll be at home on a severly restrictive liquid diet that forbids liquid bread… :mad:
AWW VunderBob!!! But just think how jealous they’ll be at next year’s picnic when Bobbio is looking f-aaaaaaa-bu-lous! You can say, “Gee it’s awfully hot!” and then take off your shirt revealing your og-like Bobbio torso and watch all the other railroaders turn green with envy and/or swoon, depending on the individual railroader’s inclination. Just think about that next weekend. Also, I’m assuming there’ll be some good pain meds for recovery, so there’s that too.
Puppy poo down the register??? That just STINKS!!!
gt, have a real funnest time! We’ll want pics. 
magic, sure, c’mon down. The more the merrier here in the sweat sho, er, the agency. 
bob, nevermind, the beer will probably be full of foam and warm. 
Say, I thought carbonated beverages were a no-no after your surgery?
Today is my first “Fun Friday” which means I get to take this afternoon off. I wanna get my hairs cut but I can’t find my hairdresser’s phone number. She left the shop I used to go to and I’ve only got a vague notion of where the new one is. This could be a disaster! 
Tupug
Carbonated bevs are a no-no for a couple of months, and officially discouraged, but not banned, after that because of gas trappage. You’re supposed to try them slowly, and be careful until you can determine if you can handle them or not.
That said, I fully intend to ask for a cold beer as soon as I get my wits back in recovery. I’m determined to not take this too seriously (in a fun sense, not a misbehaving one). There’s a long build up to the question which is actually a joke.
It starts with me actually filing this as my living will:
I wanna see who who’s read my file and paying attention.
Also, when they ask me in pre-op why I’m there, I intend to answer, “Well, you better not be taking me back for a sex change.”
Yeah, I heard this morning on the drive in that yesterday had the lowest high temperature on record in the entire state.
I hear about statistics like that and think, “Some people just have way too much time on their hands.” Kind of like when they call for a 70% chance of rain when it’s been raining since midnight, and shows absolutely no sign of ever letting up.
Wile E you are evil. Plain and simple. That’s one of the songs I get into my head for days at a time when someone brings it up. If my noggin explodes, you’re entirely to blame.
Bobbio you forgot to add the last line that was in Kenny’s living will on the recent South Park episode: “And under no circumstances allow pictures of me to be broadcast on national television.”
Bummer. How long until you can drink beer again? When you’re back on the beer wagon, we’ll have a special party, just for you, with lots of beer and tiny trains. Double secret probation, that sounds very ominous. And mysterious. Those train clubs are just full of mystery and ominousness.
Great! When can I start? I hope you find the number, so you can get your hair cut. I finally found a stylist I really like, but she’s too expensive, so I’m debating whether I should go back to her, but my hair looks really, really good, so what am I supposed to do?
Go back to that stylist. It is not too much money if it makes you feel fabulous.
It’s about time someone recognized my evilness. Actually that song always seems to be in my head and now they use it for an Advantage commercial, so just when you finally get it out of your head, it sneaks back in. Also, every time I hear “Bumba” it makes me think of that song, so I figured I may as well spread the misery around.
Strangely enough I like the song, it’s fun. I just don’t want it in me head all the time.
That’s what I’m thinking. And I only get my hair cut every other month. Even my boss has commented on how good my hair looks (and he’s a guy, so he doesn’t always notice those things).
Stylists don’t matter to me, 'cuz I ain’t got much hair left to be styled. :eek:
Haven’t watched too many Roadrunner cartoons, have you? Despite planting the ear worm in you, Wile E. is the one destined to explode.
Works for me. I hate that song…