Well, it wasn’t the mothership - it was a rain cloud. It’s raining.
And I now know what my dogs do all day - they sleep. As soon as I came out from my morning snooze, Scruffy hopped up on the love seat. She’s been there ever since. Bernie has been crashed on various sections of the floor. Brandy just jumped up on my chair. I thought our critters guarded the house. Nope. They sleep. A lot. Stoopit critters.
It won’t rain long, FCM. It clouded over here for about half an hour, then the clouds left and the sun came back out again. It’s supposed to be windy tonight, but I’ll take windy as long as we have sunshine.
Have any of the rest of you had encounters with the Spacewarp™? I first met it when Palebunny was a toddler; she hid my keys inside the Spacewarp™ through an access in the hall closet, and even though I emptied the closet, they wouldn’t reappear for me. She had to retrieve them a couple months later. Apparently only preverbal people can directly access the Spacewarp™.
Well, I’ve been looking all over the house for my crutches. Which I was sure we’d brought with us when we moved, me being the klutz I am. Both Palebunny and I were convinced they were in the hall closet, but even though we both checked there several times, they just simply were not there.
Apparently they were in the Spacewarp™, and it decided to release them last night. When Papa Tigs opened the closet this morning, there they were, in plain sight. They’re now in my office so the Spacewarp™ can’t grab hold of them again before I go to the hospital. But I am, needless to say, annoyed with the Spacewarp™ again. It likes to mess with my head. It did a GREAT job of it this time!
Stoopit hampsters ate my answer.
Rain has stopped, MamaTigs! Now I’ve got the glare of sun reflecting off the puddles on the driveway.
In my ceramics class the other night, my teacher told me about a craft show in Charles County, which is just north of us. I’m going to join their arts alliance and get a booth at the show. Which means I need to start throwing more clay stuff pronto! The more I sell, the more clay I can buy to make more stuff that I can sell… 
My next project. Which ethereal piece should I make first? 
It finally stopped raining, although it looks like it might start up again. Skunk has discovered how to get my attention: by stropping his claws on the bookshelf. Since he has lived with that bookshelf for his entire life without touching it, I have to think that he’s doing it to be annoying. It’s working. I have one strap finished on the bag, three to go. Then, finishing and felting. Almost there!
Jahdra, that page should be subtitled “When good yarn goes bad” of “What the *hell * were they thinking?!?!?!”
PPPPPBBBBBTTTTHHHHIIIBBBBBITTTTT!!!
Whippersnapper! Get off my lawn!! 
jah and fcm, those pictures are proof that fashion designers are smoking crack!
Somewhere, a giantess is screaming over the raiding of her closet…“damned beanstalk!”
That was :eek:
I am half done with the Source Review. yay! off to have a lil break. I might be able to do all of this. Amazing!
Wow, where can I find that designer so I can knit those pieces of oooogly crapola and sell them and make giant big huge bucks off them?
Of course, that assumes anyone is actually going to BUY the crap. Come to think of it, I can probably find a better path towards becoming independently wealthy.
Jah that was just scary. :eek: It must be eighty Amurrkin outside right now. I cleaned the pool a little while ago and broke a sweat!
Supper is simmerin’ away. I decided to make real biscuits, which I must needs do shortly.
All those with The Sick, get better. That’s an order.
rigs keep workin’ on that source review. I’m glad that so far is not a repeat of last quarter, young lady.
:: dodges Tupug’s cane ::
Oh damn. Sorry, my bad. I knew I left one lying around. It shouldn’t be troubling you any more.
So, I just spoke to the professor about the cough situation. As it turns out, she was already having problems with the quality of our TA’s grading, especially when it came to this girl’s homework. Which (not that the coffin needed it) is the final nail. But, she is an extraordinary professor, and has been deliberately checking his work and limiting his responsibilities as a countermeasure, and is going to keep an extra eye on her progress because of this.
So while what they’re doing is still ree-hee-hee-heeaally stupid, I trust the professor enough to know that it won’t be causing any problems for me, at the very least, and with any luck this girl will get a fair assessment of her progress in the course.
Jahdra, it was a fashion show for cats. Say it with me now: “I, for one, welcome our new feline overlords!” Very good. 
Whew! Busy couple days here and I’m just getting caught up with the additions to the MMP.
Thanks again for everyone’s thoughts.
{{{{{kai}}}}
to **swampy **for bragging about your hot weather when it’s ~30 here. And we’re supposed to get a Major Snow Storm this weekend. We need the precipitation - it’s been really really dry here - but still.
We had a soup supper at church before Ash Wednesday service last night. It was good.
Yesterday and today I’ve been working with vendors/consultants most of the day. It’s been good and we’ve made good progress, but it’s still leaving me drained at the end of the day.
I am stuffed! Stuffed I say! Maybe it was the steamed baby carrots I added at the last minute that put supper over the top. I needed to use the carrots. Must have been the carrots. Couldn’t have been country fried cubed steak, gravy, smashed N.O.T. and homemade buttermilk biscuits. Everybody knows there’s hardly a calorie in any of that. Had to be the carrots.
I’m home and tired. Need to get some work done for our Saturday meeting. Hopefully it won’t take too long.
Hope all the sickies are feeling better. My sinuses are still draining, but I feel quite normal. Yay!
Work was not awful, but I didn’t get all the stuff done that I would have liked.
Off to find food and get something productive done…
GT
Thanks y’all, I have been feeling badly for a couple of reasons.
But first:
FCM you get better soon! Having The Sick sucks. Hot lemonade is good for a scratchy throat. Taxi hun, I am so sorry about Nikita. No words ever make it better, I have dedicated a few tears for her though. I won’t pat you on the head Haze as I find it personally demeaning, but I will give you an “Atta Girl”! Thanks for the thoughts rigs but it’s only February, plenty of time for things to become exponentially worse. (lame lol here!) Have you all heard about MGB??? OMG, it’s scandalous!!! pugs my “baby” is going to be 25 in April, and she’s havin’ a baby. I empathize with the feeling of decrepitude. Mama Tigs I have a roving Black Hole which randomly picks objects up, holds them for a while, then deposits them far from where they were picked up. Jah maybe I’m just cold right now, but I would wrap up in pretty much any of those knitted creations! Oh, and yeah swampy I am sure it was the carrots, baby carrots no less, that pushed you over the fullness edge, uh huh, yup yup yup!
You know, I do my best to live a simple, uncomplicated life, at least as much as I can with a fisherman husband, four bio-children, a son-in-law, several un-bio children, a crazy family who live in Washington State and an utterly co-dependant group of in-laws. I keep my friends to a minimum, just because it saves on grief. I believe that friends are best kept for their quality, not quantity.
Having said that, there is a woman I have known for, oh, around fifteen years. We’ll refer to her as V.She’s a flake and a liar and a stirrer of trouble, but every time I exclude her from my circle she bides her time, and after several months comes weaseling her way back in. And because I am nice (dammit) I give her another chance, and she burns me again. So I guess a large part of my problem is my own stupidity.
This is the part that becomes soap opera-ish.
My closest friend S also has known V for many years, and is in the same situation with her as I am. S has been staying with her boyfriend (as Alaska doesn’t recognise common law marriages and she and A never went through a ceremony, but nineteen years later they are as married as skiffman and I are) and so V has oozed her way back into my life. It hasn’t been too bad, she wants to yak on the phone far more than I do, but it’s winter and there’s not much else to do social-wise. Her husband A and skiffman get along very well, so I tolerate V.
V has had a wild hair up her ass regarding S and my good friend J for ever. He won’t tolerate her, and it’s not any of my business. Well, V found out that TWO YEARS AGO J had a drunken one night stand with M. It was fairly common knowledge in my circle, but who hasn’t done something dumb while under the influence, and who am I to judge? He has since been in a good relationship with R. V has known R and her family for 30 some years. She decided on Sunday to call R’s mother and TELL HER ABOUT THE ONE NIGHT STAND, WHILE EMBELLISHING THE STORY AS MUCH AS POSSIBLE. R’s mother calls R and tells her what she has just been told, and R kicks J out in a very messy, emotional manner which was 1: undeserved and 2: devastated J.
V tells R NOT to mention that she got her information from V, rather she implicated me and M as the tattle talers. J is now not returning my calls, in fact he hasn’t been in touch with anyone. V has since told me that she has “just begun to mess with J’s life”. (Did I mention how petty and childish V is? How she has managed to make it to 57 without someone putting her in a crab pot is beyond me)
I called M and warned her that J may confront her. I have cried my face off for days, hurt that J is not in contact, hurting for him having a bomb like that dropped on him out of the clear blue, and red hot anger at V. I will never understand how a person can be so poison mean as V is.
That is the story of my major vexation.
On Monday I was petting kitty Calalloo, who went schizo and gored me. I have three long, deep scores on my right forearm, infected as all get out, and it hurts. They are weeping and crusting and throbbing and itching, and I just want my mom! I believe I have a budding Lucretia on my hands, or worse. I recently showered and washed it out well, hydrogen peroxided it, applied neosporin and covered it with two large gauze pads and skiffman wrapped it in a brand new ace bandage, as I am highly allergic to any kind of adhesive. Even through all the bandaging it is baking hot and it hurts. BFW! (That’s Big ******* Wah, in case you didn’t know!) Anyway, here is a photo of the little beast showing her thinking nasty thoughts. Stupid cat, and she’s supposed to be mine. She has staked out my pillow for her nightly bed, and I am a’scairt!
Damn, kai! Does Alaska have the needed killin’ defense? V sounds like no great loss if she *were dropped into a crab pot. People like that are never, ever satisfied with their petty cruelties and flat-out vileness, they always have to try to top themselves. Death seems to be the only thing that stops them, and sometimes not even then. I recommend a stake through the heart and burial at the crossroads. Or sic Callaloo on her, who does indeed seem to be thinking evil thoughts in that picture. Cat scratches are nasty, do make sure it doesn’t get worse, or have it looked at if it doesn’t get better soon.
*I’m kidding. Do not do this. Unless Alaska *does *allow the needed killin’ defense.
kai V sounds like one damn nasty person who everybody could do without. Here’s hopin’ you hear from your friend soon and everything turns out alright and that V falls in a crabpot. Ummm… that cat it evil. I can tell from the pics. :eek: And you are right about the baby carrots. Sneaky things.
Hmmmm… you call it SpaceWarp, I call it TimeWrinkle. I have that particular type of blackhole (wormhole?) in my house, too…
I am one frustrated lib school student. I wanted to check a certain online journal to see if this other online journal was positively reviewed by the first, but I can’t access it–hell, I can’t even find any review of it! I will hve to call tomorrow and hope someone can help me.
I’ve decided I am sick of YA fiction–and there’s a whole second half a semester to go! Book talk, schmook talk-go talk amonst yourselves while the adults get more nerve tonic…
Okay, I’m back. Roomie’s been sick for the last couple days, so there was less surfing and more sitting on the couch and watching movies. That employment agency called again to offer me a part-time long-term-temp position for thirteen dollars an hour. I have not called them back. :rolleyes:
And I decided this afternoon that I’m going to use this time to learn to cook. Not just the crap I usually make, but actual cooking. People are usually surprised to discover I’m not a great cook, considering the size of my ass. Of course, first I’ll have to clean and reorganize the kitchen, which might lead to a cleaning and reorganization of the living room, since they run right into each other, and then there will be the grocery shopping, which I hate, and this might end up being just another of those “hey, I should do this” ideas that never go anywhere.
But if not, I might actually get to take part in the recipe swaps eventually.
kai, that’s horrible. Sounds like V needs to be ostracized from your entire circle of friends and family. Hope you can find a way to patch things up with J.
Hi Drae! I was wondering where you were.
I’m tired, up past my bedtime, have lots to do in the morning.
Frightening knitted items.
I mentioned nerve tonic in a meeting yesterday. Everyone laughed, but no one was familiar with the term, so I don’t think there were any MMPers in the room.
Off to bed again (wasn’t I just there recently?).
GT
Kai - I’m sorry you have to caught up in the shritt. It’s not a fun place to be.
to everyone else - hugs, pats, smacks (for awful puns), etc etc.
Tomorrow, I go for the second part of my first dose of Rituxan. It was supposed to be Tuesday, but as I’d been under the weather and housebound all last week, I didn’t see my doc for a mid-dose blood draw. When I got to the office Tues am there were 3 messages from my doc telling me to go on Tuesday anyway. :dubious: They have all 3 of my phone numbers, but I guess they were lazy. (Now they know, if they get voice mail on one, to try the other two anyway). Anyway, they bled me Tuesday afternoon, and xray’d me (to make sure my lungs are clear) wednesday (they are), so tomorrow is a go.