I keep forgetting that I really really have to buy a wedding present like NOW (well, preferably like two weeks ago) for some friends who are getting married the first weekend in August. Yikes! Why did I let it go this long??
’Mika, how about retelling The World IS Not Enough as a Bollywood production?
That ought to make her head explode…
holds head like a Lemming
head wobbles
BOOM!
Ok, now look what you did!
There’s pieces of mika’s head everywhere here!
Someone better clean this up, before FCM or Rue come by and we all get in trouble.
Looks like you picked the wrong week to quit smoking.
And it’s not like you can jut walk next door and borrow some fire. You’ve got a lot of distance between you and the neighbors.
Hi all … this is just a drive-by “hello.” Terribly busy this week; more sickies in the Cherry household, I’m having to work from home, etc., etc.
Kisses 'n hugs and waves to all.
– Ellen (in a hurry)
I have a brand new driver’s license, with a brand new picture of me on it. I carefully chose a shirt to wear because I knew my license would look just like that for ten years. See, in Jawja, we have a choice of a five year license for twenty bucks or a ten year license for thirty-five bucks. I went with the ten year option cause that’s like five dollars cheaper and, well, I’m cheap. I was in and out of the DDS in 22 minutes! For some unexplainable reason, that’s one thing Jawja does right.
Remember all those shirts I said needed ironing? I ironed 'em! YAY me! I also had tortilla chips and onion dip for lunch. It’s ok, cause I’m on vacation and you’re allowed to eat stuff like that for lunch when you’re on vacation. It’s written right there in the things you can do on vacation rules.
Mika sorry for all your troubles right now. You’ll have a spiffy even better place to live and those tickets will turn up.
Bobbio the water’s fine and the beer’s cold. Matter of fact, I think I shall indulge in a little quality pool time. It’s not so hot today and may even rain later this afternoon, so now would be a good time.
I hereby declare that California needs to cool down before we head down there next week. Make it so.
I still haven’t gone to renew my CAC. I went to lunch with my friend and we’ve just returned. I need to send out a report, then I’ll renew my CAC. What a pain.
I still don’t have anything exciting to report. I’m so mundane.
picking pieces of her head up
I’d answer you, Swampy, but I can’t read your post. Eyes are over here, see.
Wait - how am I typing?
Mundane? You want mundane?
The highlight of my day has been visiting Comcast to exchange a poopyhead cable box.
The Kid is making dinner tonight, since a few of her friends are coming by.
Two highlights.
:rolleyes:
Believe it or not, I do, but since I’m too lazy to spell out Physical Therapy every time, I’m just realigning my brain to thing that when I write PT. You can do it too! Try it! It’s fun!!!
OK, it’s not fun. Big deal.
Time for yet another airing of a familiar refrain:
We need a “pukey” smilie.
When did you turn Canadian?
Seriously, though, I thought I was going to have to bail you out of jail or something. Don’t scare us like that. You’ll find a new place easily. Surely you’ve noticed all the U-Hauls around at the first of every month, when people are ducking their landlords and Rent-A-Center. If they can find a place to go, so can you.
I’ve been dealing with other crap today. You guys want to hear about it? Of course you don’t, but I’ll tell you anyway.
About a month ago, I got sick. Which is unusual, because I never get sick. I can live in a leper colony for six years and come out complaining about the mosquitoes. After about a week of feverish sweating, lack of appetite, and various bodily discharges my wife got fed up and forced me to go to the doctor. I know, guys, I know, but you’d go to the doctor too if it would make her shut up.
So I waste a co-pay and a couple hours of my time to get some guy in a lab coat to tell me, “It’s probably just a virus or something. Drink a lot of fluids*, get a lot of rest, and let it run its course.” Thanks, Doc. It’s not like I figured that out for myself.
The thing is, while Mister Wonderful was doing his routine with the stethoscope he seems to store in a freezer he heard something he didn’t like. So he referred me to a cardiologist. I don’t know why. He has one of those electrocardiogram machines right in his office, which I know full well because they hooked me up to it back when I was trying to get into the Navy. Whatever, now I have to go to the cardiologist. Fine.
Naturally, I didn’t tell my wife any of this.
So I put it off, and put it off, because I had other demands on my time, but I finally went today. And spent another co-pay and three hours of my time to find out that there’s absolutely nothing wrong with me. Which I already knew.
To top everything off, because I didn’t tell my wife about any of it, and she dropped me off at work today as usual, I had to take the bus to the friggin’ doctor.
CDTA sucks sweaty monkey balls.
- Doctors don’t seem to know what this word means. The word you’re looking for is “liquids”, jackass. Preferably the subset known as “potable liquids.” If I followed your advice I could just as well swallow a bunch of air. Dipshit.
SEE?! Exgineer’s experience with the doctor is why I hate going to the doctor. I’ve given up on them.
Yeah, yeah…I need to go…shaddup…I’ll get there…someday.
Taters, um, thanks for the boat name but, well, you know how those things go… 
Oh, and getting appointments for renewed CACs here takes about 6-8 weeks. Mine expires in November, so I have a reminder on my calendar in September. Apart from base access, ours are required to use the internet terminals, but not for our regular work computers… yet…
Speaking of boat names, the sellers countered a whopping $500 over our bid, so we’ve got a deal. Survey (that’s a nautical inspection) will be next Tuesday. Sea trials will follow if the survey doesn’t turn up anything that’s a deal-breaker. We’re still shopping for a marina - our old one claims our old slip isn’t available, but they’ve offered us alternatives at the farthest end of the property - I think we’re being punished for canceling so abruptly. It’s not our fault our last boat sold 2 days before our slip rent was due…
My intrepid traveler is on the road again - they left Seattle 9 this morning local time headed for Yellowstone Park. I’m in my worried-mom mode again. It’ll all be fine, right? Right??
Mika, I’m glad you’d already posted your crises because I really don’t need to be worrying about you, too. Embark on this as a new adventure. Woohoo!
Meanwhile, does someone want to help me load confetti into this celebratory cannon? Geezers get a lot of confetti - what with their bad eyes and all, you need to increase the chances that they’ll see some of it! And if some of it gets into the geezer’s pool, it shouldn’t clog the filter too badly, should it?? 
Therapy at 5 tonight. I woke up in pain this morning - Tanya must have really stretched things yesterday, along with the exercises she added. But a handful of tylenol works wonders, and I survived the day. Shortly, I’ll change into grubbies and head to the clinic. I should probably shave my legs eventually. I’m probably scaring the other patients with my fuzzy knees… :eek:
Is it Friday yet??
Here, Ex. Drink some sand. Or powdered sugar. Or glass, really- glass is a fluid, isn’t it?
(((((Mika)))))
I happen to be Canadian and I don’t say eh. That is another of those pernicious, hurtful stereotypes that Canadians have to face constantly. Like being nice. We’re not nice. We hardly ever apologize if you step on our feet.
Grocery shopped, stuffed focaccia (roasted peppers, mozz and parsley) and cherry focaccia (got the idea from a Jamie Oliver cookbook) in oven. After they come out I can bake some bread. I’ve got to put the laundry away, make the bed, wash all the dishes, and scrub the kitchen. Maybe Mr. Lissar will wash some dishes. I should roast all the peppers I bought, too, and grill some zhuchinni and make a salad.
The kitchen is wrecked. I have awesome kitchen-wrecking skills. Not so good at the cleaning part.
Suuuurrrrreee, just as long as she keeps her eyes on the pik-a-nik basket.
You guys are so nice! You guys are going to make me cry.
As for “eh”, I’ve said it for years now. I like saying it. 
Well, Ex, are you OK? But I hate doctors, too. Mine always puts senior citizens who don’t have an appointment in front of regular people who do. Excuse me, nto to be all age-ist but I HAVE TO GO BACK TO WORK! But he is cute. Not that that excuses it.
I do love my eye doctor though. His appointments are half an hour including the driving.
I don’t like my GYN for obvious reasons. That has nothing to do with him personally, though.
Hey Lissa, can I pleeeeeeeeease help with the confetti? I could go for a good time right now! Woohoo!
Gah. Don’t talk about doctors. I have an appointment tomorrow so I can get a referral because if the shooting pains in my wrists and arms are anything to go by, I’ve gone and developed carpal tunnel. Yay.
Hell, yes.
I light of my prognosis, I’m going to go home and eat a steak and baked potato with lots of sour cream, drink an entire bottle of whiskey, smoke a pack of cigarettes, watch a violent movie, and talk bad about my country. Without wearing a helmet.
Uh, Lissla, sand and powdered sugar aren’t techinically fluids. I’m still unclear on what Jello is.
Good luck with those pushups, Mom. Betcha can’t do twenty.
No, don’t say that - **Ex ** is just so misanthropic as to make Moliere’s the Misanthrope look like Barney the Dinosaur (or some other character who loves everybody) and Ex will look for the negative, and exentuate it whenever possible - but that’s what we love about him