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Post by Jan on Sept 29, 2009 19:55:56 GMT -5
DCVIII as of July 24.  ... you're 608? Wow, Jan, you look fantastic! ETA: and Spring beat me to the punch.. after setting it up in the first place.. Well, Matthew (And I respond to you cuz I'm not speaking to Spring. Ever again.) yes, I am 608. By a treacherously conceived trap (damn and blast those Italians) into which I in all my innocence fell, I have revealed my secret. I am genuinely older than most--though not all--dirt. And Sara brought me the tshirt from Hawaii to prove it. And with that, so to bed. As a good friend of mine, Sam Pepys, used to say. ;D |
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Post by Lola m on Sept 29, 2009 19:56:54 GMT -5
You have given me an excuse to post one of my favorite macros: This? Is perfect. ;D |
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Post by Lola m on Sept 29, 2009 20:00:34 GMT -5
I did my first OSCE (that's the thing where you examine some one pretending to be a patient) today with hilarious results. Now I'm trying to work up the courage to watch the vid so I can evaluate myself. I have to do that my 7. So, do they pretend to have interesting diseases and stuff, like Kramer on that episode of Seinfeld? |
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Post by Lola m on Sept 29, 2009 20:04:50 GMT -5
But what about Jan? Do they anyone more Evil than Satan on that show? She could be Ruby--the evil demon who pretended to be good, slept with Sam (you), and tricked Sam into opening the seal which freed Lucifer (Lola) from hell. Or she could be one of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse. I've been let loose from hell? Well, yahoo and, dare I say it, boyhowdy.   **does a bit of genteel and happy rampaging** |
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Post by Lola m on Sept 29, 2009 20:07:34 GMT -5
At times? *sigh* I've been trying to write ONE PAGE of my research statement for job applications for three days now. Why must academic job application deadlines coincide with my maternity leave? And WHY must my PILs be here? I'm sorry, I know they mean well, but it is NOT HELPING ME. It's making me insane. Between having her rearrange my kitchen organization to suit herself (and re-rearranging it after I put it right), the apparently genetic inability to get dishes actually CLEAN when they're washed, the constant ridiculous advice about my baby (she was NOT cold in just a onesie in the 90 degree weather, okay?), the insistence that if I take my daughter outside she'll drop dead of whatever this mysterious Vietnamese plague is that takes babies less than a month old. (Does she think, incidentally, that my home and the hospital/pediatrician's office are connected by subterranean tunnels?) I'm just counting the days until they go home. I really appreciate the cooking, I do, but it's not worth the constant invasion of my privacy. Having my MIL walk in while my boobs are exposed? Not something I signed up for. Not that I have a lot of modesty, inherently, but really. My anatomy is now apparently a matter of public inspection. How well I remember. I don't know what it is with MILs that they have this sense of entitlement. Mine rearranged my kitchen then waited until I was asleep and rearranged the living room and the nursery. My then-husband was no help. He thought it was hysterically funny and asked me if I thought she was going to rearrange the baby. After that I slept with the baby until she went home. At that I did better than my friend across the way who had a baby the same time I did. Her evil MIL came before the birth and while my friend was recuperating from her C-section her MIL (in addition to the usual rearrangements) had the house painted and changed all the wallpaper. She was so pleased with herself and her "gift" and was offended when my friend (whose taste ran to modern) was less than enthusiastic over the Early American redesign of her home. OMG!  What cheek, eh? |
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Post by Lola m on Sept 29, 2009 20:12:43 GMT -5
Or Sam. Although I'm not sure she's tall enough for that... No, Spring is Sammy, what with the drinking demon blood and starting the Apocalypse. And because every time she talks, all I hear is "BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH...." as in "Tall Tales."  |
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Post by Spaced Out Looney on Sept 29, 2009 20:14:01 GMT -5
I did my first OSCE (that's the thing where you examine some one pretending to be a patient) today with hilarious results. Now I'm trying to work up the courage to watch the vid so I can evaluate myself. I have to do that my 7. So, do they pretend to have interesting diseases and stuff, like Kramer on that episode of Seinfeld? Yeah, it's like that episode of Seinfeld, except much less Kramer. No wacky diseases yet since we don't know that much yet. The hilarity was all on my part. Well, it's more like I could laugh or cry and I choose to laugh. |
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Post by Lola m on Sept 29, 2009 20:15:15 GMT -5
After I send out this first set of applications. So, Thursday at the latest? Incidentally, also the day when my in-laws leave. I *am* just grinning and bearing it. I mean, she does feed me three times a day, which is nothing to sneeze at while I'm trying to feed a baby eight times (or more) a day. One of the jobs I'm applying for is at Harvey Mudd, incidentally. I'd be right in your neck of the woods. Not that anyone should count on any specific job.... Harvey Mudd? That'd be very cool, except for the whole San Bernardino hot weather thing. So to speak. I'm keeping  that you get the very best job for you, wherever it is. Best of luck with the job application sending, Rachael! Soon the inlaws will be gone and life can start moving to the new, better, normal.  |
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Post by Lola m on Sept 29, 2009 20:16:57 GMT -5
So, do they pretend to have interesting diseases and stuff, like Kramer on that episode of Seinfeld? Yeah, it's like that episode of Seinfeld, except much less Kramer. No wacky diseases yet since we don't know that much yet. The hilarity was all on my part. Well, it's more like I could laugh or cry and I choose to laugh. Always the best choice.  |
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Post by Lola m on Sept 29, 2009 20:18:56 GMT -5
Does that mean Lola is . . . LUCIFER???  Or Bobby? Naaaah. Lola is totally Satan, evil little temptress that she is. ;D **tempts like mad, removes veils, offers apples, etc. etc.** |
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Post by Anne, Old S'cubie Cat on Sept 29, 2009 20:21:35 GMT -5
Or Bobby? Naaaah. Lola is totally Satan, evil little temptress that she is. ;D **tempts like mad, removes veils, offers apples, etc. etc.** *Swoons* |
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Post by Julia, wrought iron-y on Sept 29, 2009 20:27:59 GMT -5
*sigh*
Yes, I do know who the big tall guy is, who is with Whoopi in the Verizon commercial: Phil Jackson. The Sensei of the NBA,man.
Julia, was driving me nuts, but google came through for once.
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Post by Matthew on Sept 29, 2009 20:58:56 GMT -5
Okay, if this NCIS West Coast whateverthehell it is actually makes it, it will be because Linda Hunt has dragged it along on her short powerful little shoulders.
The only time the show was in color was when she was on the screen.
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Post by Lola m on Sept 29, 2009 21:01:26 GMT -5
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Post by Lola m on Sept 29, 2009 21:01:58 GMT -5
Okay, if this NCIS West Coast whateverthehell it is actually makes it, it will be because Linda Hunt has dragged it along on her short powerful little shoulders. The only time the show was in color was when she was on the screen. ;D |
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What cheek, eh?
