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Post by Squeemonster on Feb 9, 2010 10:56:11 GMT -5
Um, well, I actually didn't get the snow I was wanting, since it didn't accumulate here at work. ;D It was pretty while it was falling but pretty much all of it melted before it could accumulate. So, I'm still left feeling unsatisfied. There is another front out west -- but it may go south of you. Yep, that's what I've heard. And this is the way it always is. If it doesn't go north of us, it goes south of us. Or, if it's west of us it disappears as it passes over us and reforms in Georgia. And sadly, I am really not joking--this really has happened, on more than one occasion.
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Post by Karen on Feb 9, 2010 11:28:12 GMT -5
It's a fulking winter wonderland out there. Did you know that 30 minutes of shoveling only burns off 136 calories? Barely a cookie's worth. Last year at this time we were on our way to North Carolina and some great golfing weather. A couple of my co-workers are heading south the end of the week and next. They are stressing. One about how cool the weather looks in Mexica, and the other is worried that a cancelled plane will cause them to miss their cruise departure. It's all about the timing.
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Post by Karen on Feb 9, 2010 11:29:12 GMT -5
Oh, hey - who else is watching this season of RuPaul's Drag Race? Awesome fab fun! The ads for this looked hilarious! I'll have to check it out. I'm sure it reruns all week. On LOGO, right?
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Post by Karen on Feb 9, 2010 11:30:14 GMT -5
Morning Scubies. Still writing my brains out.
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Post by Karen on Feb 9, 2010 11:30:57 GMT -5
Yep, this totally cracked me up: ;D
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Post by Shan on Feb 9, 2010 11:56:34 GMT -5
Yesterday's win: cracking Mom up after she said "There are no more words left for how bad this is."
"Well, fucked is still working pretty well for me."
She is staying home today to rest while my sister and I go see Dad.
Social workers came to the hospital yesterday. We're going to have to figure out whether he's going to get discharged to a skilled nursing facility or to hospice care. Depends on what happens in the next few days, I suppose.
My sister went for a walk and brought a lovely bamboo plant with an Asian coin decoration from the Trader Joe's down the hill from the hospital yesterday. Very Zen looking. Dad studied Japanese in college and likes such things, but we couldn't keep it because they don't allow live plants in the rooms due to the risk of bacteria. I think she was upset with me for asking whether it was okay, but I told her it would be better to bring it back home rather than go back the next day and find they'd gotten rid of it.
Well, time to shower and get ready to go. Check you later, S'cubies.
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Post by Onjel on Feb 9, 2010 12:05:53 GMT -5
Yesterday's win: cracking Mom up after she said "There are no more words left for how bad this is." "Well, fucked is still working pretty well for me." She is staying home today to rest while my sister and I go see Dad. Social workers came to the hospital yesterday. We're going to have to figure out whether he's going to get discharged to a skilled nursing facility or to hospice care. Depends on what happens in the next few days, I suppose. My sister went for a walk and brought a lovely bamboo plant with an Asian coin decoration from the Trader Joe's down the hill from the hospital yesterday. Very Zen looking. Dad studied Japanese in college and likes such things, but we couldn't keep it because they don't allow live plants in the rooms due to the risk of bacteria. I think she was upset with me for asking whether it was okay, but I told her it would be better to bring it back home rather than go back the next day and find they'd gotten rid of it. Well, time to shower and get ready to go. Check you later, S'cubies. Good thoughts and vibes still emanating from here, sweetie. ETA: Just read back a few pages. Damn. You all are definitely in my prayers.
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Post by Pixi on Feb 9, 2010 12:40:02 GMT -5
I had my TB shot.
It wasn't exactly fun but it wasn't exactly horrible either.
That picture of Booth as Cas - hee, hee, hee, hee.
I finished my How to write a comedy monologue article. I feel so productive right now.
(launches into a verse of I feel productive, oh so productive to the tune of I feel pretty from West Side Story)
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Post by Rachael on Feb 9, 2010 12:42:55 GMT -5
, Shan *sigh* I wish I had more - I have new Emily pictures, but haven't transitioned them from camera to computer, yet. Also, I'm just...meh today. Dave was still in bed at 7:30 this morning, when I'd been up since 5:30. (5:00 if you count desperately trying to get the baby to take a paci and sleep for another half hour.) And he knows we (Emily and I) have to leave the house by 8:00. And when I commented on it, he said, "I'm really tired." No fucking kidding. Me, I *thrive* on no more than four consecutive hours of sleep. His 7 straight would be too much, I tell you. To paraphrase Cuddy from last night's House, no fight yet, but there's gonna be.
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Post by Julia, wrought iron-y on Feb 9, 2010 12:54:55 GMT -5
, Shan *sigh* I wish I had more - I have new Emily pictures, but haven't transitioned them from camera to computer, yet. Also, I'm just...meh today. Dave was still in bed at 7:30 this morning, when I'd been up since 5:30. (5:00 if you count desperately trying to get the baby to take a paci and sleep for another half hour.) And he knows we (Emily and I) have to leave the house by 8:00. And when I commented on it, he said, "I'm really tired." No fucking kidding. Me, I *thrive* on no more than four consecutive hours of sleep. His 7 straight would be too much, I tell you. To paraphrase Cuddy from last night's House, no fight yet, but there's gonna be. I think there's some sort of low-grade wipe-out virus going around; I was so very not kidding when I said I wanted to go back to bed all day yesterday, and the only thing that got me up at all was the dual demands of taking meds at the right time and being ready to head to Seattle on Wednesday. Better today, except I also fell asleep early and didn't get up until Franklin and Sam were gone. Julia, there's this not-sick-but-not-awake thing lingering on, but I'm a hair better. ETA: I'm coming off a three week period which includes my husband being in bed basically all the time he wasn't at work for about ten days as he went through a meds change, so my detectors for this are turned way down just so I'm not screaming all the time.
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Post by Julia, wrought iron-y on Feb 9, 2010 13:07:01 GMT -5
There is another front out west -- but it may go south of you. Yep, that's what I've heard. And this is the way it always is. If it doesn't go north of us, it goes south of us. Or, if it's west of us it disappears as it passes over us and reforms in Georgia. And sadly, I am really not joking--this really has happened, on more than one occasion. Welcom to topographic microclimates. I'll bet that this happens with rain all the time, and you don't notice as much because rain isn't as fun. Julia, Georgia=uphill from you, right?
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Post by Pixi on Feb 9, 2010 13:17:10 GMT -5
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Post by Rachael on Feb 9, 2010 13:45:28 GMT -5
, Shan *sigh* I wish I had more - I have new Emily pictures, but haven't transitioned them from camera to computer, yet. Also, I'm just...meh today. Dave was still in bed at 7:30 this morning, when I'd been up since 5:30. (5:00 if you count desperately trying to get the baby to take a paci and sleep for another half hour.) And he knows we (Emily and I) have to leave the house by 8:00. And when I commented on it, he said, "I'm really tired." No fucking kidding. Me, I *thrive* on no more than four consecutive hours of sleep. His 7 straight would be too much, I tell you. To paraphrase Cuddy from last night's House, no fight yet, but there's gonna be. I think there's some sort of low-grade wipe-out virus going around; I was so very not kidding when I said I wanted to go back to bed all day yesterday, and the only thing that got me up at all was the dual demands of taking meds at the right time and being ready to head to Seattle on Wednesday. Better today, except I also fell asleep early and didn't get up until Franklin and Sam were gone. Julia, there's this not-sick-but-not-awake thing lingering on, but I'm a hair better. ETA: I'm coming off a three week period which includes my husband being in bed basically all the time he wasn't at work for about ten days as he went through a meds change, so my detectors for this are turned way down just so I'm not screaming all the time. Yeah; I'm just cranky because I really don't MIND doing 90% of the baby-related stuff in the A.M., but I'd like for her frickin' father to at least appear to be trying to help. Like being out of bed before we leave the house, for example. It'd be nice if he could, say, play with her while I'm getting myself dressed so that she isn't confined to her swing for the duration. Or maybe (gasp!) he could get her dressed and ready to go while I get ME dressed. Also, I've been sick for a week, with your standard "baby now goes to day care" cold, and he knows it, and HE isn't ill - at least not overtly. I have little sympathy for "I'm very tired" at 7:30 when I've been up since 5:30, so tired I actually want to cry. Somehow, mothers never think it's okay to just stay in bed till 8:00 because someone else will give the baby her meds, change her, dress her, and feed her. Also, *I* didn't get a shower (for that matter, TMI, I didn't get to PEE until I got to work), but the first thing he did upon getting up at 7:35 was take a shower, so that he saw his daughter for all of five minutes before we left the house. It's not every day. But it's not okay, and he's a grownup. He should KNOW it's not okay.
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Post by Anne, Old S'cubie Cat on Feb 9, 2010 13:47:03 GMT -5
Yesterday's win: cracking Mom up after she said "There are no more words left for how bad this is." "Well, fucked is still working pretty well for me." She is staying home today to rest while my sister and I go see Dad. Social workers came to the hospital yesterday. We're going to have to figure out whether he's going to get discharged to a skilled nursing facility or to hospice care. Depends on what happens in the next few days, I suppose. My sister went for a walk and brought a lovely bamboo plant with an Asian coin decoration from the Trader Joe's down the hill from the hospital yesterday. Very Zen looking. Dad studied Japanese in college and likes such things, but we couldn't keep it because they don't allow live plants in the rooms due to the risk of bacteria. I think she was upset with me for asking whether it was okay, but I told her it would be better to bring it back home rather than go back the next day and find they'd gotten rid of it. Well, time to shower and get ready to go. Check you later, S'cubies. *Sends hugs and good thoughts*
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Post by Anne, Old S'cubie Cat on Feb 9, 2010 13:48:28 GMT -5
, Shan *sigh* I wish I had more - I have new Emily pictures, but haven't transitioned them from camera to computer, yet. Also, I'm just...meh today. Dave was still in bed at 7:30 this morning, when I'd been up since 5:30. (5:00 if you count desperately trying to get the baby to take a paci and sleep for another half hour.) And he knows we (Emily and I) have to leave the house by 8:00. And when I commented on it, he said, "I'm really tired." No fucking kidding. Me, I *thrive* on no more than four consecutive hours of sleep. His 7 straight would be too much, I tell you. To paraphrase Cuddy from last night's House, no fight yet, but there's gonna be. I think there's some sort of low-grade wipe-out virus going around; I was so very not kidding when I said I wanted to go back to bed all day yesterday, and the only thing that got me up at all was the dual demands of taking meds at the right time and being ready to head to Seattle on Wednesday. Better today, except I also fell asleep early and didn't get up until Franklin and Sam were gone. Julia, there's this not-sick-but-not-awake thing lingering on, but I'm a hair better. ETA: I'm coming off a three week period which includes my husband being in bed basically all the time he wasn't at work for about ten days as he went through a meds change, so my detectors for this are turned way down just so I'm not screaming all the time. both of you. Paul still has a nasty chest cough, but he says he's getting better. Whatever that cold was, it's really hanging around.
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