We’d just like to let you know that she is doing fine on her own and won’t be coming back to Louisiana anytime soon. Please support her in her quest for independence and all that jazz.
Should you have any questions regarding this letter, please contact our fearless leader (mostly in absentia), Rue DeDay.
Yours truly,
The MMP*
Will that help?
There are no bears in Columbus, OH. Well, not Goldilocks and the Three Bears kinda bears at any rate. Lots of the other brand, though.
Also, I have no tales of cats. My new temporary neighbor has a dog, though.
Funny OP, rifty.
All you egg jokers, just STOP!!! (I am terrible at spontaneous puns and am insanely jealous of your abilities.)
Hope the heat wave everywhere subsides sometime soon. Heard on NPR that they’ll be doing rotating blackouts in CA. Sounds like no fun. It wasn’t quite as hot as anticipated here today and there was practically no humidity. It’s a miracle!
I was gonna go out and mow and do some more planting, but I decided I didn’t actually feel like it. So, instead, I’m going to the library to pick up two items that they tell me they’re holding. One of them is a movie I was allegedly 24th in line for when I reserved it YESTERDAY. I go to a small suburban library that is in a consortium with seven other small libraries. They are incredibly efficient.
FCD talked to the broker today - he seems to think the buyers will accept our bid. Hope we hear soon.
Therapy was good today - more exercises or reps added - I was there nearly 90 minutes! But I’ve gained a lot of motion in 2 weeks, so it’s all good.
And I happen to know that someone steps even farther into geezerdom this Saturday. A certain old fart will be a year older. All you young 'uns, be respectful of your elder. That means you have to listen to his boring stories over and over and over again without complaining. Just fair warning…
Oh Gawd! Not another one! Jeez these old farts are just everywhere! What? You mean… That’s ok, cause a certain old broad is still six months and six days older!
I’m reporting in to say that supper went over very well. There was much happiness over the meat loaf, mac & cheese, cabbage, carrots, corn bread and key lime cheese cake. Suffice it to say that appreciation was expressed in a most gracious way and I am a happy bear.
Plus, a certain somebody left my house this evening with a nummy lunch for tomorrow.
Happy MMP…even though it’s well into the evening now. (No more posting to SDMB from work for me; I didn’t get up early enough to post before I left for work today either!)
Was a very lazy weekend for me, although I did make blueberry pancakes for breakfast on Sunday and they were delicious (fresh blueberries, naturally). We grilled out on Saturday night - hot dogs, hamburgers and chicken thighs, one of which I took in for lunch today at work. I found out that I shouldn’t eat cucumber any more - it gave me some serious heartburn, unfortunately. Mind you, I only had one burger, and have been eating my portobello gardenburgers (which aren’t all that bad); I’ve also given eggbeaters another try and have to admit that they make decent omelets - I couldn’t really tell the difference. Course, that doesn’t help if you want fried egg, or egg salad.
I get a kick out of reading about the pets; I hope that your kitties are holding up okay Jahdra. I have a brother in Walnut Creek and see that it’s over 100 there as well.
Glad to hear that your PT went okay today FCM; hang in there and glad also that you’re getting better!
Just returned from drinking with the dojoites. Before Mr. Lissar started karate (etc.) I didn’t know that karate involved beer. Now I know it always involves beer, sometimes wine, and quite often shots or swigging right from the bottle.
Tomorrow is laundry, grocery shopping, cleaning, and maybe baking. We’re out of bread.
Good God, enough with this heat already. I’ve had way, way, way more than enough. It’s 97 freakin’ degrees outside and 90 degrees in my house.
Good luck with boat deal FCM. May I humbly suggest Taters for a name? Yeah, I didn’t think so. How about “Gone with the Wind?” Yeah, I suck at this kind of stuff. It’s the best I could come up with. I think my brain has been cooked due to the heat.
Hi Rue! Glad you popped in. Hi scout! Just in case you’re lurking.
The hubby is not happy. His cell phone died. We’re three friggin’ days past the 30 day return policy for the store, so we had to call them to have them mail us a phone. :rolleyes: What a pain in the patootie. I hope it’s the damn phone and not the battery. The battery is fulling charged, but the phone just shuts off all on it’s own. Yesterday, while nobody was touching it, it just started dialing random numbers from the contact list. It’s possessed, I think.
I’'ll be cyber singing to a certain old geezer in the next few days.
Gah! I can’t take the heat in the den. I need to leave.
Anagramless Guy is going out of town this week, because his dad is making him furniture. I’m going to be without someone to cook cornbread for for a week! (Not that I ever make cornbread anyways, just saying.)
Not that I’ve ever told you guys the washer and dryer story, but I get to do laundry tomorrow too, for the first time with my new set (now that the other two roommates have already done all their laundry. I was the smart one that went to the laundromat instead of going an entire month without doing any laundry.)
I am overrun with figs! The lady I cat-sit for and my next-door neighbor both have fig trees that have produced an tremendous amount of fruit, and both have insisted that I take some. I can only eat so many fig or I go into sugar overload, so I tomorrow I am going to try a recipe for fig-pineapple jam. I think it might make a good glaze for a baked ham, or maybe a dab on a ham sandwich…
I am also going to be trying a recipe for cucumber soup, because my produce drawer is full of them and both my and my friends vines are still flowering. Cucumber, yoghurt, a bit of onion and some fresh dill… I’ll report back on how it does. My friend says it’s nummy and freezes well, too.
The president of the Booster Club told us that he wants the new officers (that means me and the sgt-at-arms) to say a few words at the meeting Thursday. I told him I volunteered to write, not talk. I’m not much on public speaking where people can see me, although I was told I did quite well on the radio when I had to do that for the Humane Society.
I am tired of all this heat. We did get a little bit of rain yesterday, though.
Morning all! I up and having my coffee. The parental toilet went insane this morning,it kept running and backed up. It was like being an extra in Titanic. Everyone has to flee the house today, as the housekeeper is coming by. It’s not too bad weatherwise, it was 94 yesterday, and the humidity was so low the heat index was a degree cooler.
LiLi, Heh! Heh! Fire! Fire![/bb]. Hairspray is also good for writing flaming messages on the wall.
FCM, old age is when you don’t wear a miniskirt, becase you don’t wan’t people to see your boobs. :eek:
tara Could you make an omlet and then cut it up for egg salad?
rifty, that smell means it’s time to do laundry again.
SCL, I would say these words: blueberry, hat, inferno. From last MMP: I don’t think I could afford one jersey for each game, I’d have to cut back on beer.
Not much exciting on the home front. I didn’t unpack much last night, but I did cut down a big pile of boxes, took out the trash, killed two hornet nests, finished mowing the yard, picked up 2 gallons of fallen apples, hauled more stuff inside, started defoliating the jungle, re-arranged the kitchen to VWife’s chagrin, and had a throwing things fit when I couldn’t find my clothes to wear to work today (I get that way when I’m tired).
Have it been five minutes since I last said that moving sucks?
When I put the mower away, something got inside my shirt, and bit or stung my arm. I never saw what it was, but it got my attention in a hurry…
Swampy, is your water still wet and your beer cold? I need a lot of both right now.
Is there anybody else besides me who sees the letters “PT” and automatically assumes something other that physical therapy? I was thinking, “Why, at this point in her life, is FairyChatMom getting up at five in the morning to do pushups?”
It’s late in July, and that means it’s time for the annual plague. It’s bar exam time, and this year’s horde of snotty, obnoxious children is clogging up downtown Albany. It’s almost more sad than annoying, because most of these mooks actually believe that they’ll amount to something and be considered valued members of society.
Is there anything more pathetic than a wannabe lawyer?
(I am terrible at spontaneous puns and am insanely jealous of your abilities.)
Mind you, I only had one burger, and have been eating my portobello gardenburgers (which aren’t all that bad); I’ve also given eggbeaters another try and have to admit that they make decent omelets - I couldn’t really tell the difference. Course, that doesn’t help if you want fried egg, or egg salad. 