Hey, didn’t you say you were staying away for the next few days, beebs?
I’m kidding. TMI away.
Hmmm, I can’t remember if the coconut kisses I had last year had coconut creme. I remember they were really good, though.
That’s really peculiar about the insurance, FCM. I don’t think paying for insurance actually has anything to do with HIPAA; might just be a weird BC/BS thing.
All this talk about Washington makes me want to visit. Soon. I know it will surprise everyone when I say that my ears perked up when susan mentioned the botanical garden. (Hey, it’s susan! 2 weeks in a row!)
My brother was in D.C. last week and actually got to do some sightseeing. He was all pleased with himself that he got to see the Lincoln Memorial.
It also reminded me that I want to go back to Chicago.
And traveling isn’t happening any time soon. I need to get to Mexico to visit Mom sometime soon and can’t figure out when that’s going to happen. Arggggghhhhhh.
Did I mention that work was sheer torture today? I am very unhappy with work at the moment. The only consolation is that pretty much all my peers are in the same boat. So, we’ll pull together, keep chanting “this too shall pass,” and hope to survive until the next new boss makes an appearance. I really only need to survive about 4 years and 8 months to retire with a reasonable pension. But who’s counting? Or someone could adopt me (hint to all the tremendously wealthy reading this).
Thank you for your public service announcement, beebs. We will restrict our wondering where you are to only once per day. ::Aims puppy-dog eyes at beebs:: And, on preview, I see that you have told an untruth. I am shocked and appalled, with two p’s. (Extra points if you know where that’s from.)
That sounds like a real predicament, Haze. Maybe it’s just cause I’m stressed, too, but living with your parents for a year doesn’t sound like a bad option to me. Of course, if you were to suggest that I live with my mother for a year, I would tell you that that’s not anywhere near any of the choices I would willingly make. We’d drive each other nuts. And I’m afraid she’d drive me nuts first. And not in a light-hearted, amusing manner. I love Mom, but she hasn’t quite accepted the part where I’m grown up. (Really, Mom, I’m 50, remember?) Maybe you could visit her for a year and I’ll visit your parents? 
Lessee…what else was there?
Sorry you’re still not feeling well, Pie. What would it take for you to change doctors? Sounds like they aren’t running a very effective office.
Hi, LiLi, and yes, the portable phase is really quite convenient. When they learn to crawl, walk and talk they’re a lot more trouble. But they grow out of that with alarming speed. (My 13-year-old niece is practically a grown-up.)
Hi Sean! I was wondering where you’d been.
There was more, but I’m tired (surprise!) and should consider what else I’m having for dinner. (I had a piece of naan with cheese melted on it. Not sure what else I really want…)
Back later…
GT
The year is 1995, I am a young lad traveling the world with my mum and bro.
While snorkeling the Great Barrier Reef my mum had heard great advice about attracting fish to look at. Frozen pees.
Fish love them. They’re like fish food pellets except for real fish, real big fish. Fish bigger than you!
It’s true, you bring a bag out with you and the fish come swarming! They’re used to the tourist, but now that I have food they go nuts. It was fantastic until…
Fish have fish eyes. Fish eyes have a difficult time deciphering between small round and green vegetables and young teen boy nipples.
IT WAS AN ATTACK!
Never in all the relationships I have experienced have my nipples been so bit, poked, and prodded; and by members outside the mammal kingdom no less!
Lesson #1: Fish LOVE frozen pees.
Lesson #2: wear a wetsuit of something.
Owwwww!
Dinner out with my kids was nice. I have a nine year old who will not eat–it’s starting to bother me. He did eat what he ordered (fries with cheese sauce on the side)–a crappy meal, but he wasn’t going to eat anything. This is a new thing in the last week, so I’m not going into full Mother Mode, yet. (he does make good choices re food at times).
I could NOT live with my parents for any real length of time again. No way, no how.
I signed up for graduation. Did I say that already? Sorry. Keep my eye on the prize…
beebs … 
Ohhhhhhhh, you means PEAS.
Seriously, that was confusing.
ETA: rigs, when’s graduation?
Oh fuck, I meant peas.
Frozen pees
hahha
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oh oh imtrying to
hahaha
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oh kay
hehe heh
okay I’m done.
Sorry, but** Haze** was right, I meant the vegetable, not urine.
May of this year, baby! And then I’ll have to find a job–insert insane laughter here–
There is nothing on TV. How can we have 300 channels and nothing on? I want to complain to someone!
Wow, rigs, that’s right around the corner! Yay!!!
GT
beebs - seriously, I was confused. I was like - so, you pee into a ziplock bag, freeze it, and then take it with you? But wouldn’t it melt pretty fast? And how do you get frozen pee to look like nipples? Then I went back and read the vegetables part. And then it made sense.
Yay graduation! Geez, this time last year I was still fussing over my thesis. Time is like a swift arrow, n’est-ce pas?
Well, beebs, I really did enjoy your TMI, as always.
No, there are NO BUNS IN THIS OVEN.
But speaking of frozen pees, I feel like I have to pee about 75 percent of the time, especially in the evening. This has been going on for a week. That’s why I need an ultrasound.
BTW, I just told TVMan your TMI story and he’s laughing at you too.
I’ve surfed up and down this damned cable and there is nothing on. NOTHING.
Bah. And there’s nothing good online either. AND I’m losing 2 of my Scrabulous games on Facebook. Double bah.
Off to be grumpy elsewhere.
Fly in and out of Reagan Int’l - The Metro has a line directly connecting to DC, while Dulles does not. If you stay intown hotel-wise, you can get around on Metro.
Try jogging the Mall at night - the view rocks. Just run a large ellipse with foci at the Washington Monument and the Capitol Building.
Eat sushi at Tono’s, across the street from the Zoo stop on the Metro.
The monuments are special - the Vietnam Memorial has to be seen directly to be believed, and the contrast between that memorial and the WW-II memorial is instructive. Then again, a WW-II Memorial that lists the dead individually would be hard to manage.
The interior of the Lincoln Memorial, and the view of the reflecting pool from the top are amazing.
Gahh. OQD is starting “The baby doesn’t like that” stuff. I’m gonna smack her. Thank goodness she has a sensible husband. I have a bad feeling about her pregnancy histrionics.
QD screamed but didn’t swear.
Someone make Nat fall asleep, please. I want to go to bed.
Ohhh, this was the what else. Glad to see DH and QD are moving in a direction <subliminal message to QD: get engaged already! You belong together. People who are whole continents away know this.> And congrats to OQD; hope she calms down.
I’m going to beddie bye (you should too, tinyninjachef!).
GT
You should totally spike his milk. 
Appropos of nothing, I was reminded today of an article I read awhile back, about how in terms of burning calories sex is the best exercise. It’s probably also the most fun, come to think of it. I encourage everyone to exercise vigorously before swimsuit weather approaches.
Home.
Home now, had some chili for supper. I had to go buy stuff to make it since for once I was all out (usually it’s one of the meals I have all ingredients on hand for).
Went out to vote today, guess we’re still stuck with the Tories for a bit, but not unexpected.
Work sucked today. I had a rant written out, but I deleted it. It’s basically a clusterf*ck of epic proportions between not being allowed to do work until the accountants did their thing and then the network going down (just for me, well not just me but in the area which is essentially mine) after I was allowed to go do my work.
Now I gotta kitchener a toe and sew in my ends so I can give my friend her socks tomorrow morning as a (late) birthday present.
ETA: This will drive me nuts. A fellow knitter I know asked on her blog why do we call it a garter stitch. She’s trying to find out for her class she’s teaching. Anyone have any ideas?
The OED says simply that the garter stitch was originally used to make garters. The word garter itself comes from Old French: jaret, which meant the bend of the knee. (I’d link to it, but the online version is only available to suscribers.)
ETA: welcome home, boggiedutler!