Random Occurrences

Having a Mundane Pointless board is great, but I feel the absence of an ongoing MP thread, where you don't have to create a new thread and a title for it every time you want to post something that just occurred to you.
So I'll start:
I made peanut butter cookies. They turned out quite well, considering I forgot the vanilla.
It's an interesting day out: dark clouds almost, but not quite, obscuring a blue sky.
I have a bruise on my foot. Wonder how that happened.

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Remember, I'm pulling for you; we're all in this together.
---Red Green

How do you know that the occurences are random? There could be a sinister plot behind it all.

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Jim Petty
A Snappy message should appear here

I brought my African Grey with me to work today. He was a big hit.

This is so cool. I went out this afternoon, and the sky was slate. I love that kind of weather. Now it's raining, but when the rain started, the sun began burning through the clouds. It's shining on me, but the rain is still pattering away.

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Remember, I'm pulling for you; we're all in this together.
---Red Green

Yesterday at work a customer was using one of the tanning beds and got stung by a bee!

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MaryAnn
Sometimes life is so great you just gotta muss up your hair and quack like a duck!

(Time4atrim@aol.com)

Southern California -- and it snowed today!!

(This is NOT an April Fool's joke!)

There was a beautiful rainbow just outside my office window (I'm on the 17th floor) around 6 p.m. Then when I drove home, the snow on the mountains looked like powdered sugar. The snow level came down very low -- I live at around 1200 feet and the snow wasn't much above me.

Gorgeous!

-Melin

...the sun began burning through the clouds. It's shining on me, but the rain is still pattering away.

That means the Devil is beating his wife. Sad thing, actually.


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Beware the lollipop of mediocrity. Lick it once and you will suck forever.

Being a teenager really is confusing. I think I'm having an identity crisis, but I'm not sure. Or maybe I'm just getting over one.

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Die, foul crouton!

I'm at work right now. I like having a job that allows me plenty of computer time.

Earlier today I was getting dressed, and saw an old pair of shorts from two summers ago crumpled up on my floor. Last summer, I was way too big to squeeze my behind into them. Today, they were tight, but I could fasten them all the way, and even bend over and move without too much discomfort. They're two sizes smaller than the jeans I'm wearing right now, which I've noticed have gotten progressively looser over the winter, and now could be considered positively baggy. Since I don't get on scales (I think it's pointless to obsess over a number rather than how I look and feel in general), I'm now wondering about the ballpark number of pounds I've lost to get me down a size and a half. Hopefully, by the time the weather is warm enough for me to wear them, I'll be able to fit into the shorts comfortably. Pretty soon, I'll try to come up with some good before/after photos.

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--elm

I'm trying to see things from your point of view, but I can't get my head that far up my ass.

The song "My Hero" by the Foo Fighters was just going through my mind randomly for some reason when it popped up on the radio. I love when stuff like that happens!

John and I just had the classic furniture-moving fight.

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Remember, I'm pulling for you; we're all in this together.
---Red Green

last weekend i went bowling with my friends and my friend who wears lots of rings took all of them off but one. so when she threw the ball down the lane, the ring flew down the lane. so i said no big deal, i'll go get it. but i'd better run down the lane because the bowling alley people will see me and get mad. so i started running down the lane, not realizing lanes are greased, and i fell and slid down the lane and hurt myself. so i picked up the ring and crawled back down the gutter. my other friend was in the bathroom when this happened and when she came back she had no idea why i was sliding down the bowling lane. the people who ran the place just pointed at me and laughed. let this be a lesson to you all: DON'T RUN DOWN A BOWLING LANE! it's just not worth it. my friend then told me the ring cost her a buck. of all the stupid....

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"Who controls the past controls the future; who controls the present controls the past." --1984

I just worked from Saturday evening 6 PM to Sunday morning 8 AM. Still, I am not quite ready for bed. Working such a crazy shift feels strange. I don't know if I will be able to sleep well during daylight.

I got a raise! :-)

-Melin

I got a raise! :-)
-Melin
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Woohoo! good job! :)

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MaryAnn
Sometimes life is so great you just gotta muss up your hair and quack like a duck!

(Time4atrim@aol.com)

I am very, very drunk right now. And legally! Luckily, I have 10 hours until I have to be in class.



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--elm

I'm trying to see things from your point of view, but I can't get my head that far up my ass.

I got a raise! :-)
-Melin

Lindy, could you keep your sexual exploits to yourself, if not, at least give graphic details.

I am going to get my eyebrows waxed today.

I've shared a birthday with a co-worker in the last couple of jobs I've had. This used to strike me as weird until I learned more about coincidence. Did you know that in a group as small as 23, the chances are roughly 50-50 that two people will share the same birthday?

Coincidences don't impress me. Neither do people who relate coincedences to some kind of "transcendent force."

Yeah, I know all about that "co-worker shared birthday" thing. The last place I worked, out of a staff of maybe 40, there were 3 shared birthdays, mine among them. They were all within 10 days of each other, too, at the end of August.

{{{Yeah, I know all about that "co-worker shared birthday" thing. The last place I worked, out of a staff of maybe 40, there were 3 shared birthdays, mine among them. They were all within 10 days of each other, too, at the end of August.}}}

Here's a fun topic: Have everyone tell their birthdate, then count backwards nine months. You may be surprised (or not) to find out how many people were conceived on or about Valentine's Day, New Year's Eve, St. Patrick's Day, prom night, and so on.
I was born March 2nd. (New Year's?)My niece was born February 13th. (Prom night.) My husband was born April 23rd, 1968. (Summer of Love!)

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Remember, I'm pulling for you; we're all in this together.
---Red Green

I was born on April 5th. You do the math.

<I was born March 2nd. (New Year's?)>

Going BACKWARDS, this would put you smack in the month of June! Only going forwards 9 months would this make you a New Year's baby.

Dr. J got it right. According to my mom, I was conceived in the middle of a fireworks show on the 4th of July.

I guess it partly depends on where you live... I've always found tons of people with birthdays about the same time as mine (last half of August). This puts the conception date sometime in November. In Canada, in November, there's not a hell of a lot else to do, and hey, you gotta keep warm somehow!

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"...I used to think it was awful that life was so unfair.
Then I thought, wouldn't it be much worse if life were fair, and all
the terrible things that happen to us come because we actually deserve
them? So, now I take great comfort in the general hostility and
unfairness of the universe." - Marcus Cole, "Babylon 5"

"Dr. J got it right. According to my mom, I was conceived in the middle of a fireworks
show on the 4th of July."

Again, I was responding to Rilchiam's post. However, this does bring up a point. Pregnancy doesn't last 9 month , but 38 weeks (as a standard).

"Dr. J got it right. According to my mom, I was conceived in the middle of a fireworks
show on the 4th of July."

Again, I was responding to Rilchiam's post. However, this does bring up a point. Pregnancy doesn't last 9 months, but 38 weeks (as a standard).

:begin nitpik:
Actually, 38 weeks is 9 lunar months.
:end nitpick:



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Beware the lollipop of mediocrity. Lick it once and you will suck forever.

{{{Going BACKWARDS, this would put you smack in the month of June! Only going forwards 9 months would this make you a New Year's baby.}}}

DOH! You're right. I know I'm right about the prom night and Summer of Love conceptions, though.

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Remember, I'm pulling for you; we're all in this together.
---Red Green

---My dad was mugged two nights ago, but he's okay. He's 70, but he's one of the most stubborn people going. When the guy pointed a (later revealed to be fake) gun at him, he actually said, "Put that away; you don't wanna go to jail." Then he was punching and kicking when the guy threw him down. The mugger got away with what he thought was a wallet, but was actually a pocket notebook with math equations and things-to-do. Just goes to show, keeping your spirit helps a lot.
---I finally got up the nerve to call a friend that I lost touch with. I didn't have his current number, but luckily his parents have a distictive name and live in a small town. They didn't hiss when I told them who I was, so I guess he hasn't been badmouthing me. I only got an answering machine, but at least I made the move.
---I got an offer to be part of a studio audience tonight. Doesn't pay as much as being "atmosphere," but hey.

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Remember, I'm pulling for you; we're all in this together.
---Red Green

Getting back to the pregnancy thing...I thought human gestation was 40 weeks.

And now, for something completely unrelated, my random and pointless stuff. I'm at work right now. I had a very good time last night, though...The Boy took me around town. First to a big grown-up Chuck E. Cheese type place called Jillian's (it's a chain, so you may have heard of it) to watch the new South Park, which was utterly hilarious. Then, since he didn't get to buy me any drinks on my birthday, HE took me bar-hopping, which means I got drunk for the third night this week (yes, I'll stop when people stop buying them for me). After that, we went back to my place, hung out, and watched Conan and Kilborn, after which he was sober enough to drive home. Oh, and I got the first Cake CD last night, too. They do a cover of "I Will Survive" that is just utterly hilarious.

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--elm

I'm trying to see things from your point of view, but I can't get my head that far up my ass.

Today I worked from 8 to 7, and when I got home at 8, there was a message on my machine from the emergency clinic asking if I could come in and help out for a few hours. Uh...I don't think so...sorry guys...

[[[ Dr. J got it right. According to my mom, I was conceived in the middle of a fireworks show on the 4th of July. ]]] - Drain Bead

My daughter was conceived on the 4th of July too! She just turned five last week (sniff), she's growing up right before my eyes.

Shadowfox

Actually, that would be July - as in "Let's just stay in tonight and make our own fireworks!".

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Beware the lollipop of mediocrity. Lick it once and you will suck forever.

I was responding to the post: "I was born March 2nd (New Years)"

But for some reason, my cut/paste didn't take......

my house got broken into last night because I forgot that I had left a window open.. (and I am a locksmith.. DOH!!) BUT my roomate apparantly got home when they were... ah.. in flagrante delicto. Found a pile of my cd's next to the window and a camera (about all that is concievably of much value in my home.. ) and my boom box.. my beloved, but aged and crusty boom box. Well, anyway.. they dind't get anything, and none of the cats escaped... so I am very happy.
:o)
and yeah.. we are LOCKING THE DANG WINDOWS.

gawd it's spring and young men's fancies lightly turn to thoughts of breaking and entering... my times have changed.

-bella

[[[ Dr. J got it right. According to my mom, I was conceived in the middle of a fireworks show on the 4th of July. ]]] - Drain Bead

[[[My daughter was conceived on the 4th of July too! She just turned five last week (sniff), she's growing up right before my eyes.]]] Shadowfox


[[Heh. Youngest Son turned nine on April 2 (a week ago today). I distinctly remember his conception, that Fourth of July holiday . . . ]]] - Melin


[giggle] At least you remember it...I think I drank more that night than I ever have in my life. Of course, it probably explains why my daughter is such a goof

Shadowfox

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[[[ Dr. J got it right. According to my mom, I was conceived in the middle of a fireworks show on the 4th of July. ]]] - Drain Bead

[[[My daughter was conceived on the 4th of July too! She just turned five last week (sniff), she's growing up right before my eyes.]]] Shadowfox


Heh. Youngest Son turned nine on April 2 (a week ago today). I distinctly remember his conception, that Fourth of July holiday . . . .

-Melin

No C&P

It's a beautiful day outside. I'm expecting rain.

....hm? What's in the fridge? Pepperoncini. (stupid spelling, if you ask me)

Got a raise this week. I can finally afford that Ronco pocket fisherman I've always wanted. Happy Happy Joy Joy.



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Kermugeon
Oh yeah?

My SO went out today and bought two Furbies for our younger kids. I didn't know whether the hug the things or be scared of them. The scariest part was that they started talking to each other (I didn't know they could do that).

Shadowfox

wonderful day....nice and warm....well for Canadian standards anyway. Took my 5 year old daughter for the first ride this spring, and she loved it. Well she wanted to go ...she has been asking for it for days now. It is so good to go with her, my princess. She has been riding with daddy since she was 3 years old....She is the coolest girl in kindergarten.

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Cogito Ergo Vroom
I think therefore I ride fast...

I STILL can't find a friggin' Furby anywhere and I want one so bad! The longer it takes me to find one the more I want it!

The Tribe has scored 49 runs in 5 games. Yeah! OTOH, Doc Gooden sucked the root last night, just like I figured he would.

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** Phil D. **
"Not only is the world queerer than we imagine,
it is queerer than we can imagine."
--J.B.S. Haldane

>>Oh, and I got the first Cake CD last night, too. They do a cover of "I Will Survive" that is just utterly hilarious>>

That's their second CD.

Everyday I drive to work I see a panhandler on the corner of Mesa and Executive with his cardboard sign and look of dispair. Except for the last two weeks. The bum disappeared.
Read in the paper yesterday what his real name was and the fact that he rented a room in a flophouse on Mesa street. The guy behind the counter said the bum was "a quite guy."
Why would the paper be interested in a panhandler?
Turns out he (da bum)was the El Paso winner of the Texas Lottery. He picked up his check for $5 million and checked out of the flophouse and out of the town to parts unknown. If MajorMD read the Saturday EP Times she will confirm this story.

We got to play with liquid nitrogen in Chemistry today. :D

At the end, the teaher dumped it on the floor. I did not know this until it hit my (shoeless) feet. WHOA, cold, hiss, steamin' LN, cold, wet, cold. I can still feel everything though, so I think I'm ok.

Hiroko - They use that stuff to freeze off warts! Your next "random occurance" may be localized black, sloughing skin. Keep a figurative eye on it.

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Beware the lollipop of mediocrity. Lick it once and you will suck forever.

My life has come to an end...today they fired my gorgeous kennel boy. Not for anything he did, but he was only a part timer, and the bosses decided they would rather hire a few people who could work full time rather than keep several people who could only be there a little bit. I'm so sad! Now who can I drool over as he mops the hospital floor with no shirt on??

On a plus note, I am going to ask him and the other kennel guy to help me move into my new place next week. So maybe I will get to see him without his shirt on one more time. ;)

My other half called me from work to ask me to mail his IRS return, which he'd forgotten to put in the mail slot. So instead of sitting smugly at home while everyone else lined up at the post office, I had to postpone my supper and haul ass to the only PO in our area which was still open (he only remembered this at 5:30). There was a TV camera set up there, too, to catch all the last-minute Harrys on video.

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Remember, I'm pulling for you; we're all in this together.
---Red Green

Michelle,

You think that doctor has time to help you move, too?

It's 3am and I'm at work. During my usual shifts in and out of consciousness a strange thought just occured to me but I forgot it. Curse the night shift!

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"And little Sir John and the nut brown bowl proved the strongest man at last"

Someone in my office brought in a 10 pound bag of baby tootsie rolls.

I am going to blow up like a balloon or start puking chocolate any second now.


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KITTEN
Catapultam habeo. Nisi pecuniam omnem mihi dabisad capul tuum saxum
immane mittam.

A 10 pound bag of Tootise Rolls has you ready to puke? You lightweight. :)

Drain- I don't feel I know my doctor well enough for me to ask him to help me move. That's a big step in a relationship! :) (Thinking of a Seinfeld episode).

I suppose since I'm in college, I can pretty much ask any man I even remotely know to help me move. All I have to do is offer free beer, and they're there.

Every year there is a big event in town called the Viennese Ball. It always falls on MY weekend to work! Today I did so many manicures (which I despise doing!) and pedicures that I didn't do much hair (which is what i love to do). And I have almost a full day of those tomorrow (thank god I have a couple of haircuts to break the monotony). I swear, if I hear ANY word that ends with
-icure I will scream!

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MaryAnn
Sometimes life is so great you just gotta muss up your hair and quack like a duck!

I decided to see a dermatologist today, because my skin has been bugging me. It has always been alternately dry or oily, but lately I have also noticed a patchiness around my cheeks and nose. It didn't really bother me, until other people began asking me if I had been in the sun. The dryness has been worse lately too, even when I wash my face with nothing other than plain water. If I don't slather moisturizer all over my face, my skin gets really irritated and flaky. Since aging causes skin to lose its suppleness, I thought it was time to see a doctor, so I could try to keep my skin looking decent.

The doctor noted my dry skin right away, and also thought that my hair looked thin in some places. She asked me about fatigue, and I told her that I didn't think I was unusually fatigued, nothing that couldn't be related to a hectic work schedule. I did tell her that last year I had gone to see my regular doc because I was worried about fatigue and weight gain, but a chem panel and cbc didn't show anything strange. The dermatologist sent me to the lab for bloodwork, because she was concerned about the possibility of lupus! So I had the blood drawn, but results will take two weeks. Now I am worried, but the funny things is, I am more worried about the thinning hair than anything else. I never noticed any thin patches before, and when I examined myself in the mirror I didn't see anything that was abnormal for me. Maybe I always had thin patches in my hair, so I don't notice it. But losing hair has got to be one of a woman's worst fears. Now I am paranoid that I am gonna go bald. As if I didn't have enough to worry about!

Eris wrote this:
I guess it partly depends on where you live... I've always found tons of people with
birthdays about the same time as mine (last half of August). This puts the conception
date sometime in November. In Canada, in November, there's not a hell of a lot else to
do, and hey, you gotta keep warm somehow!



Well, my birthday is August 30th, and I know for a fact it's because the state public works dep't in Montana runs snow plows down the roads around 5 a.m..... too late to go back to sleep and too early to get out of bed!


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Happy to be here, proud to serve!

I am watching some new sitcom, and the characters are arguing about flies in moving cars.

It's now 6am, and I'm finally starting to get into my fully awake stage. Around 3-4am is when it's hardest to concentrate on my job. So, pretty soon (around 9) I'll be fully awake for when I go home and try to sleep.

I start moving in 2 days. I have only just begun to pack. I hate packing. Since I am only moving into a new apartment within the same complex, I am packing rather haphazardly. Still, I have a lot to worry about. I am looking at my washer and dryer, which I have no idea how to unhook or install inthe new place (I am sure it is easy once I look at it, but I haven't looked at it yet, and I don't want to!) I'm looking at my bulky computer desk and equally bulky entertainment center, and I am feeling very tired. I have two of the kennel guys helping me make the move, and my ex was supposed to help me as well, but he decided to come down with near-pneumonia symptoms. He said he might be well enough to help me by Sunday. There is a lot of stuff I am afraid to pack away, because I know as soon as I tape a box shut, I am going to decide I need something at the bottom of that box. I am running out of room to put my boxes! My cats are "helping" me pack, by jumping into the empty boxes and chewing on the corners. I just remembered that I forgot to put in a change of address with the post office. I am so friggin' tired!

Hey, anybody seen the movie "Top Secret"?

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"Wait, you dropped your phony dog poo."

"What phony dog poo?"

I want to darken my hair. I wear my hair a dark rich brown and when it fades it tends to have a coppery-red look, which is pretty on most people but I hate on myself. I want to darken it again but this time add something that will offset the red. But everybody is telling me that they like it. I don't know if I'll just freshen up what is there or darken it anyway.

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MaryAnn
Sometimes life is so great you just gotta muss up your hair and quack like a duck!

My ex boyfriend is one of the most childish, idiotic people I know.

You obviously haven't met a few of mine...

"One of" she said ...

"I know," she said. If she knew some of mine, she probably wouldn't have much to complain about with hers...

you should have met one of my long time ex girl friends who insisted that I choose between her and my bike........I think I should go and change the oil....

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Cogito Ergo Vroom
I think therefore I ride fast...

Oh I dunno there, Drain...this ex of mine is a real winner. I think it might be pretty hard to top him.

My cat's breath smells like catfood.

I just found a flea in my ear. Time to give the cat advantage again.

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"I hope life isn't a big joke, because I don't get it," Jack Handy

I am finally all moved. I still have lots of boxes to unpack here at the new place, but the worst of it is over, thank the gods. There is a car/pet wash area right ouside my apartment, so I took my cat boxes, my garbage can, and my bird perch out there to give them a good cleaning. There was some heavy duty grunge built up on my bird perch, so I set the machine on the car wash setting. My hand accidentally got in the way of the high pressure stream, and the water ripped the skin right off it! OUCH!

I can't see--my cat is sitting in front of the monitor.

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"I hope life isn't a big joke, because I don't get it," Jack Handy

I found a pen today on the ground that said "Ricky Raccoon says: 'Say no to drugs!'" For some reason I found that extremely funny. Hmm...maybe my brain is just a little too fried.

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I don't know how the billions will survive but I'll believe in God when 1 and 1 is five.

A close online friend of mine is Missing, Believed Deceased.

Needless to say, I'm not a very happy Pippy.

Iwas missing once, and presumed deceased six times. Can I be your on-line friend?

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"When the going gets weird, the weird turn pro."
Hunter Thompson

I got up sunday morning ..early..only to be informed we are out of milk and someone has to go to the store

Hannu, my dad had a general suggestion about life.Actually 3, the first two were brush your teeth and take your vitamins. The third one I apply to the rest (wife, girl, motorcycle,work, relationships etc. etc.) : keep your tools clean.
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Sven and Ole's pizza
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Just checking my new sig.


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I had this really big dump before I went into work- it almost made me late. I had to flush 3 times- that's what we cow-gods call a healthy Jethro Bodine Crap. If anyone cares I can go into further detail (i.e. texture, smell, color...) but until then...


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"How's it going Mr. Peterson?"
"It's a dog eat dog world, Woody & I'm wearing Milk Bone
underwear." -from Cheers

I found the world's best salad dressing the other day. It's Marie's Feta Cheese and Herb, and it's generally kept in the produce section of the grocery store, by the bagged salads. It's very yummy.

I tried that salad dressing once. It was really good. Unfortuantely, that same night I eneded up in the ER with uncontrollable vomiting. I am sure it had nothing to do with the salad dressing, but now I associate the two, and cannot bring myself to eat it again.


The folder icons for this MB, that I used to be able to see but now for some reason cannot, are visible to me when I look at the MB on a different screeen name.

I am watching TV and they just showed a little video clip of a zoo worker cleaning up behind an elephant. The worker stood up at the exact same time the elephant backed up a little, and the poor worker's face went right into the elephant's butt. First time in 2 days that I have managed to smile.

Remember "Baby on board " signs??


It took me a long time to recognize them for what they really were. "Baby on Board" signs were always displayed in the windows of cars which were behaving the rudest, nost erratic, most dangerous, least sociable manner.


It was as if the driver was saying "Dont' dare get in my way by doing something STUPID like obeying the law while I'm in a hurry . Hey, I've got a baby in here!"


The implication was "If I hit you while careening back and forth in four lanes of traffic at 82 MPH and MY BABY GETS HURT . . . it will be your fault." which is clearly terrorist logic.


That thought soon cleared up the matter for me . . this insignia was not a declaration of family devotion, but a clear indicator of a hostage situation!


Stay outta my way, or this baby gets it!




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Louis Wu

I have a new mini obsession:
The move EverAfter and the guy who plays Prince Henry. Yum.


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They lived happily everafter. What is more important is, that they lived.

I was reading "The Annotated Alice" the other day - it belongs to my new roommate in the apartment I just moved to - and gained sudden enlightenment as to the origins of "Rilchiam". I sat for a half-hour just thinking about it. Maximum satori!!! I was pretty impressed.

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All Hail Unca Cecil, or the next best thing available!

I'm not too happy today.
My schedule for my classes next year won't work. I'm taking some honors classes. I can only take Honors Analysis sixth period because of my other classes, and Music Theory & Appreciation is only offered sixth period. So I guess I have to wait until my senior year to take Theory. I've been told that the class is a pain, but I want to learn more about musical things. I'm far from a great musician, but I enjoy learning about music. I don't know what class I'll take instead.
It's Friday evening. I have no life. I will continue to have no life tomorrow. I'm a boring person, so this probably won't change anytime soon.
Tomorrow I at least get to play in the Spring Tubafest. I'll have to get up early though.
After that, I have to work on a history project. My group is planning on working until we get it done.
Either I have a lot of homework, or I'm getting lazy.
Next Thursday, I'm going on a trip to Virginia Beach with my high school band. We leave 3:30 PM on Thursday, and get back 8:30 PM Sunday. All the competitions (jazz band, two concert groups, marching band, and indoor guard) have been crammed into Friday. I'm in all of them except the guard. This trip takes a lot of preparation, but I'm excited.

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Neil

". . .they could as easily have been carrying euphoniums and wearing war paint for all the notice their quarry would have taken of them."
-Douglas Adams, Life, the Universe, and Everything

I'm at work, and there's nobody in the lab. Therefore, I'm currently getting paid to do absosmurfly nothing.

I have a really, really bad Hootie and the Blowfish song in my head.

I'm craving a grilled chicken Caesar salad. I just had one on Tuesday. I think this is a disease.

I'm thinking about taking this guy out to eat raw oysters with me, because he's never had them and I love them. Does anyone think this is a bad idea?

DB, you can resolve this with a few mental questions:

1) Does he have a history of squeamishness?
2) Will your opinion of him drop precipitously if he gags and barfs on the restaurant floor?
3) Has he actually expressed an interest in this activity, or merely mentioned that he's never done it (along the same lines as, "You know, I've never had sex with a sheep...")

If the answer to 1) is yes, then don't do it unless you're going for laughs.

If the answer to 2) is yes, then do it now and get rid of him quickly before he has a chance to get attached to you.

If the answer to 3) is yes, then maybe you'll want to hold off for a while until you get a clearer idea of whether or not he actually wants to eat raw oysters. And if he doesn't, see 2).

Good luck! Slurp one for me!

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I was reading "The Annotated Alice" the other day - it belongs to my new roommate in the apartment I just moved to - and gained sudden enlightenment as to the origins of "Rilchiam". I sat for a half-hour just thinking about it. Maximum satori!!! I was pretty impressed.

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Heehee! I'm glad you're impressed!

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Remember, I'm pulling for you; we're all in this together.
---Red Green

Drain Bead:Computer Lab?
At least they give you the internet. I have cut my Internet use at work quite a bit, in case they think I use it too much for entertainment and cut me off.I would only have e mail left then.They are already blocking the Straight Dope and Yahoo partly for me.My use will soon be catalogued with exact lists of pages visited.But, they own the computer(this is in industry)..

heh. At my college, they're called "Computer Pods". A friend of mine who worked at one of the higher rungs of that ladder before he graduated called the people who worked in the computer pods, "Pod People".

Seriously, it is fun to hang out there on the nights when no one is supposed to be there. I don't work there, but I know people who do, and sometimes I stop by to say hi (or ask a computer-related favor :) )

Then again, since the W95.CIH (chernobyl) virus afflicted about 1/3 of the personal computers on campus, I imagine the pods have been busy even on Friday nights (the pods have Win NT, which W95.CIH does not affect. I, on the other hand, had Win 98. . .)

Now, to post something relevent to the thread :)

This weekend is the last weekend before final exams, and so many students have invited their parents up to help them move out (since they kick us out of dorms w/in 24hrs of our last exam). It was almost funny, watching people run to and from their cars yesterday, in the pouring rain. . .

good luck on finals everyone!

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"I'm just too much for human existence -- I should be animated."
--Wayne Knight

Yeah, I work in the school computer labs, helping people and making sure that there's paper in the printers. On Fridays, I spend my time in a lab that's generally deserted.

Today Greg had a Special Olympics award dinner. He received a t-shirt and passes to a lot of cool places in town, I'm so proud of him! :)

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MaryAnn
Sometimes life is so great you just gotta muss up your hair and quack like a duck!

I just thought I'd share some thoughts.
I hate Bob.
I wish he would die.
I hate his harley.
I hate his new entertainment system.
I hate his Wrangler.
I hate his kids.
I hate inability to save money.
I hate his temper.
Next time he thinks about being tough, I'll be waiting with a kick to his knees.
I hate his stupidity.
I hate his infidelity.
I hate his computer.
I hate his pool table.
I hate his remodled bathroom.
I hate the new carpet.
I hate his moods.
I hate Bob.
Everyone should learn to hate Bob.
I hate my step-dad.
Ahhh, I feel better now.


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The only normal people are the one's you don't know very well. -Joe Ancis

I hurt. as a matter of fact I hurt like hell. A woman of my dreams called me a lier and a cheat and walked out of my life..."this IS goodbye" and she was gone. I did lie to her, long time ago....I also owned up to it..and thought I was forgiven....(or so I was told) But I have not cheated on her..never ever have I done that. I hurt...a lot...I want this to end.....and soon.

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Cogito Ergo Vroom
I think therefore I ride fast...

I made up with the Boy. All is well.

Hannu,
I'm sorry for your loss, and I know how bad it hurts when this happens. I recently (2 years ago) went through pretty much the same thing, and it took me a good year to put it behind me. Just remember it will get better, day by day, until you can't remember why you were so upset. They say "Time heals all wounds". I firmly believe this is true. Hang in there, it will get better.

Hey Drain Bead, did you do the oyster thing?

Just curious. I always like to hear about the culinary adventures of others...

I am currently sitting at work, wondering if my coworkers and I were being exceptionally catty when we were discussing the girl that my boss is currently interviewing for a contract position - "Would you show that much leg at an interview?" - "Maybe, but at least I'd wear nylons... and real shoes, not sandals! Jeez!"

This is in a workplace where most people wear jeans or shorts... but still, it's an interview.

No, I didn't get a chance...and now I'm probably not going to, seeing as it's kinda difficult to go out with some other guy when I now have an official boyfriend.

:::shudders:::

Yeah, this is definitely weird. But hey, I never said my personal life made sense.

A bird pooped on my least-favorite co-worker today while we were outside for a cigarette break.

Wrath from above.

I laughed until I cried.

I'm dog sitting a friends Husky for the next two weeks. My poor dog is going to have a nervous breakdown because they are both confined to the garage during the night because Toc (the rental dog) is not completely housebroken yet and my dog whines if she is seperated from him when they are together, my dog totally antagonises this dog with her size and weight. It's a real hoot.

Toc never ever sits down. I think he needs ridalyn.

He also has the spookiest blue eyes.

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If the best things in life are free, why must we pay for our sins?

Ok, I have a new mini obsession to add on to my other new mini obsession of Dougray Scott, who played Prince Henry in Ever After. (Just Joan is now Shirley Ujest, btw) Its the guy who was the arab with the face tattooes in the Mummy. His name is Oded Fahr and every women I've spoken with is just like me over this guy: agog.



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If the best things in life are free, why must we pay for our sins?

:::happy dance::: I got my Ricky Martin CD today! Excuse me while I go drool...

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MaryAnn
Sometimes life is so great you just gotta muss up your hair and quack like a duck!

I brought home a new cat today. He came into my clinic earlier this week, as a hit by car stray. He didn't appear to be in bad shape, just a little head trauma (facial swelling, bloody nose), so we didn't euthanize him. We tested him for AIDS and leukemia, and he was negative. Today we neutered him and gave him his vaccines, and dewormed him. He is absolutely gorgeous. He is pure white with blue eyes, and he has a bushy tail. He is extremely sweet and loving. At first I didn't want to bring him home because I was afraid my other cats would not accept a cat as old as he is (about 6-7 months). I thought it would be best to adopt a baby kitten. But the more I handled him the more I wanted him. So now I have him here at home with me. My other cats don't know exactly what to do. Cherokee, my Siamese mix, doesn't like him. He hasn't attacked him, but if the new guy gets to close he growls and hisses. The other two cats, Annie and Domino, are just kinda sniffing him a lot and watching him. The new guy is very interested in my other cats, he isn't being aggressive at all. I showed him the litter box and he used it right away, definately a good thing.

I think I am gonna take him back to work with me tomorrow for some x rays. His physical exam never showed anything unusual, but since he came to the clinic he has been confined to a cage. Now that he is home I am seeing a pronounced limp. He is walking about and not acting painful, which is good, but I want to make sure there isn't any damage.

I haven't named him yet. I am thinking of calling him Angel, because he certainly acts like one, and the name brings a good image to my mind (Buffy the Vampire Slayer's boyfriend...swoon!). Everyone please keep your fingers corssed for me that my new kitty gets a clean bill of health tomorrow. (Although even if he does have some sort of fracture or something, I feel I am too attached already to do anything other than shell out a bunch of money to make him better!)

Angel had to have an FHO to fix his hip. Expensive surgery. :/

I found tiramisu flavored ice cream. :)

One more day to go until I give up my single-hood. Luckily, so far my nerves seem to be holding up. I'm going to have one hell of a time standing up there and trying not to giggle uncontrollably (I always giggle when nervous)

Shadowfox

Maryann, I have the Ricky Martin CD Vuelve...and I love it. I've been playing it nonstop since buying it a few weeks ago. My friends all think I'm turning Latina. (Yeah, as if..) And I am drooling over Ricky Martin too.

I'm still dog sitting the spooky eyed husky that hasn't sat down at all. My friend was spose to be back tues or wed (it's now Thursday) and I am very tempted to tie a sign around the dog's neck saying " free" and tie him down by the curb.

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I am not the boss of my house. I don't know when I lost it. I don't know that I ever had it. But I have seen the bosses job and I do not want it. - Bill Cosby

I just thought I'd share some thoughts.
I hate Bob. <big snip> cowgod

Ahhh... more proof of my theory! Men named Bob must be avoided (not you, BigIron)! Roberts are ok, and sometimes a Bobby is reasonable, but in general, guys named Bob are scary, evil, twisted, mean, childish, and often so insecure they adopt a big blustery bully attitude.... Ladies? Am I right about this? Anyone else have an "Evil Bob" story?



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StoryTyler
Derwood and Kirby's mom

I hate it when sit-coms have scenes in moving cars. The background still looks as bad as it did in the seventies. If they can splice The Duke into a beer commercial, can't they at least make these scenes more realistic?

Sly - Damn good question and here is my five cent answer:

Probably because for a sitcom the technology for such graphics (if you will) would be prohibitive.

I think the sitcoms should just splice John Wayne footage into the background of the car scenes. That would be hysterical. Seinfield driving through Rio Bravo or She Wore a Yellow Ribbon.

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I am not the boss of my house. I don't know when I lost it. I don't know that I ever had it. But I have seen the bosses job and I do not want it. - Bill Cosby

Sly - Damn good question and here is my five cent answer:

Probably because for a sitcom the technology for such graphics (if you will) would be prohibitive.

I think the sitcoms should just splice John Wayne footage into the background of the car scenes. That would be hysterical. Seinfield driving through Rio Bravo or She Wore a Yellow Ribbon.

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I am not the boss of my house. I don't know when I lost it. I don't know that I ever had it. But I have seen the bosses job and I do not want it. - Bill Cosby

Sly - Damn good question and here is my five cent answer:

Probably because for a sitcom the technology for such graphics (if you will) would be prohibitive.

I think the sitcoms should just splice John Wayne footage into the background of the car scenes. That would be hysterical. Seinfield driving through Rio Bravo or She Wore a Yellow Ribbon.

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I am not the boss of my house. I don't know when I lost it. I don't know that I ever had it. But I have seen the bosses job and I do not want it. - Bill Cosby

<<Ahhh... more proof of my theory! Men named Bob must be avoided (not you, BigIron)! >>

Of course not him!!!
That particular Bob is my big brother!



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Love,
Pippy

And now, for something completely different.

A line from Counting Crows' Raining in Baltimore
"I can always hear a freight train
If I listen real hard."
I've always thought the sound of a distant freight train late at night to be peculiarly romantic.. uh.. nostalgic? How many of you can hear them from where you are?

I'm currently taking a break from cooking for my roommate Alycia's bridal shower. I just made this awesome cheddar cheese beer dip for the pretzels, and I'm going to make baba ghanoush, a hot Reuben dip, and Spinach Balls before I'm done. I have four hours, so I should probably go back up and start again. I think my eggplant should be cool by now...

It would be nice if we could close this thread and start over -- it's too long. Takes too long to open, and to scroll through all the old posts (perennial problem with this board). Moderator: any hope of same? Clean this one out and start over?


-Melin

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I'm a woman phenomenally
Phenomenal woman
That's me
(Maya Angelou)

What a great thread! I love rainy days like this when I can sit inside, grap my notebook PC and just surf the net mindlessly. Such fun! PS- I'm making Shake and Bake pork chops for dinner.
Zette


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"Were you out on the lake today kissing your brain?"- The Man with Two Brains

Had a little exra money this month, so what do I do? Go to the pet store of course. I bought a new module for my short tailed possum's cage, a collar for my new cat, a cat nip toy, a toy for my African Grey (not to be confused with an African Swallow), and bird treats.
Angel sat very quietly as I put his new collar on him, and watched my other three cats grapple over the new toy. Now he is curled up on my lap and one of my other cats, Domino, is sleeping on the corner of my desk. I love my babies.

Has Angel had surgery yet Michelle?

Yes, Angel had his surgery. It went well. He stayed in the clinic for two nights, so he could recover. As soon as I got him home, he started jumping all over the place. That's really not what he should be doing so soon after surgery, but it is good to see him using the leg. He looks really pathetic though, with one scrawny leg and hip shaved bald. At least he is being a good kitty and is leaving his sutures alone. I'd hate to have to stick an e-collar on him.

My sister in law who's first baby is due today (she is as big as a barge) and planning to take the baby on a 3 week extended trip thru Europe with 15 other people when the baby is two months old has just informed us that for 4th of July they are having a party. 25-30 people. She is so fucking, can I say that here? clueless of just how physically exhausting those first weeks are of round the clock feedings. I have literally lost all respect for her. Being the the same room with the winner from 1988 - 1999 winner Ms. Reality Free Chick brings on a migraine.

Oh, and she lives 4 houses away from me.

My mantra now is:

(deep cleansing breath) I will not allow X to annoy me any more. she cannot help it if she does not utilize her common sense gland. (deep cleansing breath.)

Maybe X and Imthecowgodmoo's stepfather should get together.

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I am not the boss of my house. I don't know when I lost it. I don't know that I ever had it. But I have seen the bosses job and I do not want it. - Bill Cosby

[[Men named Bob must be avoided (not you, BigIron)! Roberts are ok, and sometimes a Bobby is reasonable, but in general, guys named Bob are scary, evil, twisted, mean, childish, and often so insecure they adopt a big blustery bully attitude.... Ladies? Am I right about this? Anyone else have an "Evil Bob" story?]] Tyler


I must be the exception that proves the rule. ;)

Hey, the evil guy from Twin Peaks was Bob. However, so is our ShortDuration personal savior, "Bob" Dobbs, so I dunno. His evil brother Dick Dobbs is the "Unclean one."

Shirley/Joan: I REALLY envy the people who will be on tour with your sis-in-law and baby. Refer to my post in AFCA.

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Remember, I'm pulling for you; we're all in this together.
---Red Green

The emergency clinic gave me a raise. :)

My sister in law had her baby. 7 # 3oz. Girl. Healthy. Contractions started at 7pm sat night and she had the baby 430pm Sunday afternoon. 3 hours of pushing.

She says the baby hardly cries....heh...heh...heh....



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Bigamy is having one wife to many. Monogamy is the same. - Oscar Wilde

I feel rather like an expectant mother myself. UPS ought to be delivering my Furby any day now. (And I think I have waited somewhat close to 9 months to find one.)

Even though I swore I would never own a Beanie Baby, a few weeks ago I got one in my Happy Meal. I thought it was cute, and now I find myself wanting all of them. So far I have the crab, squirrell, rooster, cat, and anteater. I don't keep them in their little plastic bags though. They live on my computer desk (along with a million other things), and if the cats decide to play with one I let them.

I've always thought the sound of a distant freight train late at night to be peculiarly romantic.. uh.. nostalgic? How Many of you can hear them from where you are?

I can hear the train whistle if I listen real hard, but about 2 weeks ago the train wrecked and I didn't even hear that.

My last boyfriend, before I found and married my husband, was complete scum and I regret every moment I spent with him... except those few rare moments where I was able to lay peacefully on his bed and listen to the whistles and rumbles of the freight trains that ran near his house, mingled with the distant rumble of thunder and the pitter-pat of rain hitting the ground outside his bedroom window (he was in a basement apartment). Those peaceful, romantic moments (that would have been more romantic if he hadn't been there) are the few memories I treasure from that relationship.

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"I hope life isn't a big joke, because I don't get it," Jack Handy

Michelle - stay away from the Beanie Babies!!! Just say no NOW while you still can!!! They are EVIL!

In other news...

I just moved into a new place and it's wonderful - I love it. It's a little cottage, and it's all bright and sunny with cool windows set on their sides so they're diamonds, not squares; skylights above the kitchen, big claw-foot bathtub, etc. And I no longer live 30 km away from work, so I've parked my car at my ex-boyfriend's place so I don't even have to look at the damn thing any more. It's bike-to-work week here, and I'm doing that, and it's great. There's a bike trail that runs from very close to my new place all the way to work, so I think I'll be commuting that way from now on.

This is the first time I've read this thread, and already it's my favorite.

Michelle, I'm glad to hear Angel is doing well, and I hope the "furby" works out for you, but good lord woman! What happened with the lupus test? Don't leave me hanging like that.

As far as some random thoughts of my own:

I've been freaked out all week because my niece (in Viet Nam) got a marriage proposal from a guy she's never met, and she's considering it! Now that the shock has worn off though, I'm feeling better about it.

I think I should come up with a cool screen name, lest people think I'm dull and one dimensional.

No kidding Michelle! What happened with the test? (Speaking as someone who has lupus...)

And I just realized how much I hate making name tags.


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"There is such a fine line between stupid and clever." -- David St. Hubbins, Spinal Tap

Don't worry, Greg - I don't think anyone's under the impression that you're dull and one-dimensional. It's kind of nice to see someone with a "real" name here.

Everyone can rest easy, my lupus tests came back negative. I still have problems with my skin that I would like to fix though, and I just found out my dermatologist has decided not to renew her contract. So I have to find a new doctor. And I have stared and stared at my hair, it looks no different than it ever did, so I have decided that I am not going to be bald any time soon! :)

Eris- my beanie baby collection has grown. I now have the cocker spaniel and the iguana. Help me!

Today Mick, one of our hospital cats, had a major seizure. He has had a lifelong problem with seizures due to a head injury he sustained as a kitten. (He was thrown from a moving car). We have been able to keep his problem under control with phenobarbital, and he hadn't seized in a long time. In fact, this is the first one he has had in the 6 months I have been at the clinic. I was at lunch when it happened but the other tech told me it was a biggie. I am glad I was not around when it happened, because I probably would have lost my mind. Mick is such a wonderful, sweet, loving cat. He loves all the people at the clinic, and loves all the other animals as well. When animals are recovering from anesthesia, he curls up next to them until they are able to stand. A few weeks ago he jumped into a cage with a very sick cocker spaniel. He licked her and curled up next to her and they slept together. Later that day we had to put the cocker to sleep. I like to think that Mick was comforting the cocker in her time of need. Unfortunately, Mick has other problems besides seizures. For the last 2 years he has been battling cancer, induced by vaccinations. He is rapidly losing that battle. Even though it sounds kinda corny, I am going to write a letter to America's greatest pets, and see if I can't get Mick on TV before we have to put him to sleep.

I hear your cry for help, Michelle, and I'll do my best :)

To rid yourself of your attachment to Beanie Babies, you should concentrate on your REAL pets. The ones who love you, who need you, who purr at your feet and keep you warm at night. Do you really want to spend time and money on mere stuffed approximations of animals? They can't love you. They can't look into your eyes and make cute little mewing noises. They can't comfort you when you're feeling down or play with you when you're bored. I think, if I were one of your cats, I'd be jealous that my mum was paying so much attention to a stuffed toy. It would be like walking in on your husband with a blow-up doll.

Moreover, you have to buy McFood to get Beanie Babies, right? Need I enlighten you as to the overall evilness and horror that McDonald's represents? Your body wants you to stop eating happy meals - really. It wants you to have a nice, crisp apple, that doesn't come with a Beanie Baby. It wants you to walk - no, run - away from your nearest McDonald's and head for your local health food store.

Your Beanie Baby addiction is hurting you, and it's hurting your kitties. Please, stop now, before it's too late!

Remember, your kitties love you, and we SDMBers love you too. You deserve better than Beanie Babies and happy meals. You deserve real pets, and real meals.

Sigh (of relief)

That's good news Michelle. The beanie baby addiction is not a big deal compared with having lupus. In fact beanie babies don't even bother me that much, except for the mild annoyance that I wish I had thought up the idea first. I mean, they produce a bunch of mediocre quality beanbag dolls, mark them up at a vicious margin, yet keep them cheap enough to be an impulse buy. Then, the coup de grace, they come up with the idea of "retiring" certain styles to make them collectible. It's brilliant in it's simplicity. Isn't it a tantalizing thought that all of us are just one idiotic idea away from fabulous wealth?

. It would be like walking in on your husband with a blow-up doll.

Yeah, or a Beanie Babe(tm).....

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The overwhelming majority of people have more than the average (mean) number of legs. -- E. Grebenik

[[Your Beanie Baby addiction is hurting you, and it's hurting your
kitties. Please, stop now, before it's too late!]]

Eris, you sound like you have done this type of intervention before... :)

Oh, I got my Furby in the mail today! It's smaller than I thought it would be, but it's really cute. My cats wigged out when it moved and made noise.

The drive-thru teller gave me an extra $400 today. True story!!! I had a savings withdrawal slip for $400, work check and checking deposit slip for $400 + check - pocket money. Got back 2 envelopes: 1 with deposit receipt for full amount and pocket money, one with withdrawal receipt and $400 cash.

My sister bought me the Teenie Beanie cat. It's deformed; its head is too small for its body. Hers is the same way, although it was kind of hard to tell, as she leaves hers in the bag.
I plan to give mine to my friend's kids.

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"We're gonna have lawyers here. It'll be a fun time."
--R.R.S.

I can't believe you had such a hard time finding a Furby, Michelle. Nowadays around here, they're in stacks on sale at the stores.

As for Beanie Babies, I have two. I'll only get more if I find animals that I like (right now I have the bat, which is adorable, and the buffalo, because I have a stuffed buffalo fetish). I take the tags off of them as soon as I get them.

And Kat...I hope you took the money back. I don't know if you were around to hear about what happened to Alan...

I hope your furby doesn't wake up just as you're going to sleep.

Tuesday night, I got off work and went directly to a local coffee shop to study for a midterm with a guy from my class. I got home around midnight, and Matt was waiting for me at my house. Turns out he had gone to my workplace in attempt to surprise me, but I went out a side door and he was waiting at the front. He didn't know I was going to be studying, so he went to my house and hung out with my roommates for an hour before one of them told him where I was. By that point, he knew I'd be home shortly, so he just waited. I walked in the backdoor, and he ran into the kitchen so he'd be the first person I saw. Of course, I was so surprised that I dropped my backpack, and it narrowly missed his foot. My mother told me that if he does anything cute like that again, she'll fly up here and give him a medical consult.

Furbies are nowhere to be found in my part of town. I looked everwhere. I finally ordered on off AOL. He is sleeping right now.

And I was thinking the same thing about the bank story.

I have to go work a 14 hour shift at the emergency clinic again tonight. I better go catch a nap. I have already been up since 6:30 AM. I won't get a chance to sleep again till 9 AM tomorrow.

And Kat...I hope you took the money back. I don't know if you were around to hear about what happened to Alan...

Of course I took it back.

And my father gave me the advice: Examine your bank statements extra carefully for the next few months.

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"We're gonna have lawyers here. It'll be a fun time."
--R.R.S.

It's hot and muggy here today in Michigan. Thank <insert deity of preference> that we splurged and bought a whole house Air conditioner last summer.

The garden is officially finished. All seeds planted. Straw put down for mulch. did all seeds except tomatoes. Watch me become violently allergic to all the veggies I planted come harvest time. ... :) If that happens, I'm loading up all the corn, tomatoes, beans, radishes...etc into the rusted out Pick up, go down by the highway exit with a sign on it that says, " Help me pay my electric bill..buy my veggies." :)

I took my cat Max to the vet about a month ago because he was limping. The doctor couldn't find anything particularly wrong with him, so he gave him some anti-inflammatory pills to cut down any pain from a twisted leg or something. It seemed to work, but now he's limping again, although not nearly as bad. We took x-rays, and they were negative.

I hate to see him hurting.

If this isn't a contender for the King of Random Occurrences, I don't know what is.

Seven years ago I worked at a McDonald's in Nashua NH. Some of us had worked together for quite a while and we'd become a good circle of friends. After I left for Georgetown I only kept in touch with one of them, and that fairly infrequently.

Last Saturday I was up in Chevy Chase MD, trying to find a gas station where a group I belong to was having a car wash and having no luck doing it. So I gave up, and cut through a residential neighborhood towards another street I knew was close by and had a Metro stop. So I'm walking through this neighborhood I've never been to before, enjoying the quiet shady sidewalks and nice houses, and I see a woman coming in the opposite direction pushing a baby stroller. "Gosh," I say to myself, "that really looks like one of my old friends from Mickey D's." But I figure it's not and keep on walking.

Suddenly I realize she's stopped dead in her tracks and is staring directly at me. I look back and we both bust out laughing - it is indeed this old friend of mine, who'd just moved to MD a week ago and is living with her boyfriend's parents. Haven't seen each other for seven years and we run across each other on an empty residential street half a country away. So we go back to her place, catch up on what's gone on, smoke a fatty and I go home. It was probably the coolest Sunday I've had in a long time.

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Cave Diem! Carpe Canem!

Hi all- Michelle- your love of interesting animals intrigues me. I have two dogs, a cat, two parrots (including an African Grey) and tropical fish. What a zoo! I won't get into the whole long story; but I have a really bad back problem and even though I really overdid it yesterday, I feel great today! That is about the best news I've had in a long, long time. Life is good, and I hope everyone is having a great week :)


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"Were you out on the lake today kissing your brain?"- The Man with Two Brains

A woman was murdered on the 18th floor of my office building this week. She was found under her desk by a cleaning woman, her had bashed in with a bat. Many people in our building are very paranoid right now.

Isn't that the scariest thing when someone dies in a violent manner in the same building you live/work in? About three years ago, the upstairs neighbor in the apartment right above our heads shot one of the other neighbors across the hall from him, then turned the gun on himself. I've never heard gunshots so close before (this guy used a sawed off shotgun, so the boom was very loud). I'm still paranoid about it, to this day, and we don't even live there anymore.

Shadowfox

I have been traveling to Dallas on business quite frequently lately. I arrive on Tuesday and stay the remainder of the week. The last three Tuesdays I have ushered in tragedy:

Tuesday #1 - Woman jumps from top of building accross the street, 32 stories
Tuesday #2 - Man drags woman, at gunpoint, into restaurant where we often eat lunch. One wounded, no fatalities
Tuesday #3 - Major traffic accident near our building, at least one fatality

People are starting to look at me funny and ask when I'm coming back...

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The overwhelming majority of people have more than the average (mean) number of legs. -- E. Grebenik

Last night, computers were self-destructing whenever I went near them. I wouldn't have minded, except two of them were ones I was using, and one had the magazine on it. I still haven't heard anything back about what happened with that computer. Worst case scenario, we go from having about 30 minutes of work left to having about five or six hours.

I finally got around to sending off that letter to America's Greatest Pets. Mick's cancer is spreading and his seizures are becoming more frequent. I'd love to get him on TV before we have to put him to sleep.

I love this this thread. What a great idea!
Ok, so I'm kinda new.
I'm going to Chicago tomorrow for the day. My friend and I just decided to go for the heck of it. Gunna go to the Sears Tower, I've never been before. I'm not sure what else we are going to do, I'm sure we'll find something! I just remembered a friend of mine is having a scrapbooking "party" at my house this thursday. I totally forgot to sent out the invites! No one will show!

My boyfriend just moved a long way away (as in 1/3 of a continent away,long way away). I'm freakin out! I've decided I need a hobby! I tried the whole scrapbooking thing, thus the party this thursday. I'm not creatine enough for that. So now, I've decided maybe I'll learn to play the piano, or take martial arts classes. Any suggestions out there?

Gotta go to bed now, big day tomorrow!
Fun - Chicago - Yeah!

Linear: You're not *creatine* enough for the scrapbooking? Maybe you should try bodybuilding!
Mr. Rilch and I went to see Austin Powers 2 today. Freakin' HILARIOUS. The opening sequence was a howl. Anyway, we come back, and when I got out of the house, I happened to look at the post that separates our parking space from the next one. Instead of having a rounded top, it has more of a saucer. In it was a roach, as in used to be a joint. I'm fairly certain who left it there. I threw it away; I also like to smoke, and since the post is adjacent to my parking space, it could have led to further investigation. There's a cop living in our building, too. Whoever left it there has some huevos.

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Remember, I'm pulling for you; we're all in this together.
---Red Green

Last night I was watching a documentary on The Learning Channel about sideshow freaks. I knew one of the people in that documentary.

The other day I bought a buttercreme scented candle. I am burning it right now and my whole apartment smells like I am baking the sweetest, richest vanilla cake in the world. It is making me hungry!

[Ringo]

C'mon pikers! MpSims can rev to heights of GD!