I’ve got nagging now. I’m looking for someone to clean the VunderLair. Someone that’s a psycho cleaner, like Quazi Daughter.
Hey everybody?
IT’S SPRING!!!
Beware… if a QD is let loose upon your house, you’ll probably spend the next few weeks trying to figure out where she’s put all your stuff whilst organizing. 
Why isn’t it 5pm yet? I want this day to be over and the weekend to begin, dagnabbit.
taxi, it must be colder in your neck of the woods than it is here in Tronna… the first of the crocuses should be blooming within a day or two, and the tulips are just peeking out (which means I’ll have blooms by Easter, I’m guessing)
Thanks for the kisses! 'tis starting to feel a bit better, now. Coincidence? I think not.
Off to get my little lambs sheared…
{{{Shadow & Skunk}}}
I’m having a crisis of Facebook. I need to do a massive pruning of my friends list, but there’s one person I know is going to make a stink about it. This is the same person I’ve culled from my other online haunts. I wish there was a filter friends option on Facebook so I can pick and choose whose spam I want to look at.
Good news everyone! I weighed myself over the weekend for the first time since the end of December and I’ve lost 4 pounds! 4 down, 16 to go! (I’m starting modestly. It’s more like 36 to go, but I want to see what I look like at 170 since I have a weird body structure.)
It’s look like I’m too late to invent mac & cheese on a stick. taxi must be so proud to be a Minnesotan! 
I got a hair cut and met ol’ y’all know who for lunch at the Mexican place in the same shoppin’ center the haircut place is. Then I went to visit JoeDawg’sDaddy’s (JDD) father at the hospital. He had knee replacement surgery on Wednesday. Y’all may remember that JDD’s mother was in the hospital a couple weeks back with pneumonia. She’s fine but Mr. Frank has several, several weeks of therapy ahead. Most of it will be done at home though. He’s already been up walkin’ and is goin’ home tomorrow. So yay for that!
Oh and I went by the liquor sto’ for beer and gin and some tonic water. The tonic water is, of course, in case of malaria outbreak. The gin helps cut the taste of the tonic water, so it is also important. The beer, well, everybody knows beer is important, right?
Now, it’s nappy poo time.
Later Y’all!
Gordie and I spent an hour and a half at the DOG PARK!. He crashed after 10 minutes when we got home.
swampy, you forgot the lime for the g&t’s. It prevents scurvy.
Congrats Spaz!
: waves hi at sigmagirl :
:smack: I knew there was something else I wanted to post this morning and that was it. Yes, we have mac&cheese on a stick at the State Fair along with anything else you can think of on a stick. (Deep fried, of course. That’s the only way to cook the on-a-stick foods!) And if you manage to think of something that we don’t already have, then you need to open a booth and start selling it! The weirder, the better.
I had to try hot dish (aka casserole… weird Minnesotan names for things) on a stick when we went to the fair a couple years ago. That seemed like just about the weirdest thing to put on a stick - aside from mac & cheese anyway. It was ground meet, maybe a veggie - I can’t remember, and a couple tater tots (a vital part of hot dish) on a stick, breaded and deep fried, with a little container of cream of mushroom soup on the side for dipping. Ingenious but not really all that good.
Hot-dish-onna-stick sounds nasty to begin with, but when you added the part about dipping it in cream of mushroom soup that made it positively vomitous. CoM soup is the most flavorless thing on the planet. Tap water has more nuanced flavor than that stuff.
doggio, the pics cracked me up! And I do need to mention, since I’m pretty sure I haven’t so far, while I threw the critter, **FCD **actually created it. He put on the eyes, teeth, and fin. The glaze didn’t come out the way we’d hoped, but it still has some personality.
**Rebo **- love your yard - I’m jealous!
Home - TGIF!! Dunno what I’m going to make for supper.
We had a funny conversation at work - it started with someone saying something about Stripper Drama. That became a long involved planning session for a new series on FOX!! We’re still working on the name - either *Pole Position *or Pasties. We had all the main characters figured out, and several episodes planned, including guest stars. 
Planning a TV series is easy!!
Well, time to thaw something. Back laterz…
Yay! It’s quit o’ clock!!!
I’m meeting up with The Boy for some dinner, because it’s been a while since we’ve actually gone out and done something together (as opposed to sitting on the couch like a pair of lumps, watching bad TV)
gleefully skips out the door
Yay for date night Muppet! I forgot earlier but yay on sis’s weddin’ postponement. From everything you’ve written the whole thing sounded like a really bad idea gettin’ worse by the day.
We had an early dindin. 'Twas good! I bought a loaf of French bread a couple of days ago that wasn’t very good, so I turned it into croutons. It made pretty good croutons so it was not a total waste.
MOOOOOOM turn it into a reality teevee show called Who Wants To Be A Stripper?. A part of the show each week could be one wannabe stripper bein’ voted off the pole. It couldn’t be any worse than any of those other “reality” shows.
Ok, Ima go make cheese thangs. I have not done that yet. I’m goin’ to now. Really. Now. Here I go.
Hurray for no wedding! It’s always so much better when people realize that postponement/cancellation is a good thing. Hope that has cheered Mumsy right up.
Glad the elbow is doing better, Soapy.
Home. Not sure when brother and his offspring are arriving, so I’m cleaning up. Also need to eat din din.
Back later.
GT
There is not, in English or any other language, a swear word potent enough to summarize the last few days. Sufficient to say, whole-body muscle aches and sleep deprivation were NOT the Spring Break I had envisioned. And I hadn’t even envisioned that much to begin with, especially since I had a blood test scheduled for Monday, a physician’s appointment Tuesday, and an appointment with my nephrologist on Wednesday. Vacation… Yay. Tomorrow I’m going to Grammom’s house to plant radishes. Or something. I don’t remember exactly, I was tired when she asked if I wanted to come; anyway, she pays $10 an hour, so I’ll be able to make some fast cash to pay for stuff. Pizza, beer… You know, necessities.
Blurf, I need to do homework and study but I’m critically low on care at the moment. I have lots of stuff I could be doing; reading for my AMST course, doing Physics Discussion HW, studying Dynamics and Thermodynamics to try to un-suck at those two courses (which eat up like 70% of all the time I put into schoolwork, the greedy bastards). Instead I’m here. And on Skype. And AIM.
I need to quit making plans for the summer. It makes the rest of the semester seem depresingly long. On the bright side, though - I have things to look foreward to!
I think I’m gonna go outside and see if Damian wants to go for a walk. Because homework is for squares.
::waves::
:zzzzzzzzooooooooooommmmmmmmmmm!!!:::
I have an interview on Monday!
Wooooooooooot!!!
I was wondering where you were hiding, Moonie.
Change in plans. Ex-SIL has randomly decided not to be flexible, so my brother can’t bring the kids up for the weekend. My nephew was really looking forward to the car show. 
He often claims that his mom picks on him; unfortunately, experience appears to support his opinion. :(
On the plus side for me, I have more time to relax this weekend and clean up at my own pace. So I’ll be able to get laundry and taxes done and not be rushed. Yay!
Back later.
GT
Yay for the job interview Shadow! Appropriate/inappropriate appendages shall be crossed.
doggio I forgot to say earlier but I already had limes. No scurvy at da cave!
Hiya Moonie! Plantin’ radishes is the perfect time to work on your Scarlett O’Hara imitation. Fall on your knees, radish plantlin’ in hand and say:
“As God is my witness, as God is my witness they’re not going to lick me. I’m going to live through this and when it’s all over, I’ll never be hungry again. No, nor any of my folk. If I have to lie, steal, cheat or kill. As God is my witness, I’ll never be hungry again.”
Use this anytime you are really hungry. It’s always good for a laugh.
I am pleased to announce that the cheese thangs are made and the kitchen is all spiffed. Ol’ y’all know who, the spoiled brat, kept hangin’ around doin’ sad puppy dawg eyes at me askin’ if he were goin’ to get any. As if I could get away with not savin’ some for him. Anywho, they have been pronounced edible. Matter of fact I even managed to sneak in one or two.
Now I am havin’ a glass of wine and relaxatin’ cause I deserve it.
but. . . but, it snowed this morning, and for about an hour we had whiteout conditions.
I did find the camera. I knew it had to be under the desk - it was making me nuts that I couldn’t get to it - I finally got my long handled grabby thingy and started pulling every out from under the drawer side - one dust bunny was bigger than Smokey - but the camera is fine, and soon there will be photos for you to see.
Woot! Woot! Woot! It’s finally the weekend!
I’m glad your elbow is doing better, Soapy.
Yay, for the job interview, Shadow!
Speaking of job interviews, my son had a voice mail from the Sonic he applied to. He called them back and they’re going to call back on Monday to set up an interview. He’s psyched, and so am I. I hope he get the job. It’s right near the house, so it’s within walking distance.
My cold is getting worse and my boss was teasing me today saying I was setting him up for not showing up to work next week. As if…I’ll be there, I promised I’d be there, and I will. Big stuff to do next week, so I’ll be there even if my nose is a bright green running fountain.
Swampy, where’s my cheese straws, huh? Huh? Where are MINE?
Mahna, I’m glad your sister saw a glimmer of light and postponed the wedding. Let’s hope she sticks to her guns.
Well, as much as I’d like to relax and chill out, I’ve got to get dinner going. I promised I’d make tatertot casserole, so I need to get moving on that.
Taters sad puppy dawg eyes do not work over teh internets. 
You’re makin’ N.O.T. tot casserole. We need to translate that for taxi.
taxi that means taters is makin’ hotdish.
I just talked to JDD. His father will not get to go home til Sunday. JDD says he is some kinda poed about it. They put the electric knee exerciser thingy on him and accordin’ to JDD, he likes that so that made things a little better.
ETA: Yay for Tatersson interview! Appropriate/inappropriate appendages will be crossed.