Howdy Alien! LTNS!
Forgot to say earlier, Happy Birthday SahKid!
I’s tahrd and sleepified but it’s too early for sleepy time. Life is hard!
Actually, they’ve gotten better. Domino’s was pretty much the only option at work, and I found them barely tolerable. But a couple of years ago, they changed their recipe, and I thought the pizzas were pretty decent. Certainly better than the other option - PizzaSlut. Seriously!
Daughter has come and gone - she brought the classroom bunny to visit. They found this baby cottontail outside the classroom and she’s been raising it. It’s progressed from formula to veggies. At the end of the school year, one of the other teachers - one who lives on a farmette - will take him. His name? Daryl Roger Duracell, nickname Skip. Don’t ask - this is from 5th graders…
Time to assume the knit position. I’m almost done with my shawl. Laterz!!!
Oh my. I just got a call from Complicated Friend. I now have a friend that’s more complicated than he. I can’t remember what I was calling my gay friend that was formerly gay–let’s rename him Mr. Irish Storyteller. Anyway Irish Storyteller’s girlfriend that he jumped the fence for has turned out to be a psycho bitch. I’m going to send an email (because if my ear is going to be talked off, it shall be talked off in person over drinks and/or dinner) to touch base with Irish Storyteller and let him know he’s missed. 'Cause I do miss him, just not his drama. Or his psycho bitch ex-girlfriend who had DSS called on her from Canada.
So going to turn this guy’s life into a movie of the week.
I’m gonna go fritter away some time on computer games now. See you when I’m ready to rejoin the real world!
Swampy all your talk about* butts* reminds me of the time when I finally got to sit at the adult table for dinner.
I think I was about 14 when I was informed I didn’t have to sit with the kids anymore.
My mother had made a pork butt for dinner.
My Uncle Jack, who is by far one of my favorite uncles is a bit of a character and so he made a comment about butts.
Well the next thing you know the conversation is off and flying about butts and how my uncle always liked big butts, and my grandfather likes my grandmother’s butt and you know he isn’t talking about how she cooks a ham.
Who knew so many jokes could be made about butts? Certainly not me at the age of 14.
So there I sit, between my mother and my uncle and every time I started to snicker I got the, ‘How do you know this is funny we are going to have to have a talk later’ look from my mother.
Every time I got quiet my uncle would jab me with his elbow and ask me why wasn’t I laughing.
By then the kids table was looking really good to me.
Well anyway, fast forward to years later and my aunt invited all of us out to dinner. I was bringing a fairly newish bf and it was his first time to meet the family.
I made sure we weren’t going to have ham.
I was assured that we weren’t having ham.
Oh no
we weren’t have ham, we were having** chicken**!
So now along with the butts we also have breasts and thighs.
I can still remember the look on that poor guys face. He didn’t know what to think.
All I could say is, ‘Welcome to the family!’.
He likes it, what can I say.
I’m glad he stuck with pizza and didn’t want Taco Hell.
I’m getting Chinese for my birthday.
OOH, Taco Bell…yummers 
They named a bunny after a battery & called him Duracell? 
Have they never heard of this guy??? :smack:
I have a friend who moved from North/Central Joisey (where you get good NY-style thin crust pizza) to Lancaster, PA to take over managing a store. She suggested bringing in pizza for lunch/dinner as a team building/get to know everyone meal. She asked for suggestion on where to order pizza from & was told PizzaSlut. So she asked for suggestion on where to order pizza from & was told PizzaSlut. So she asked for suggestion on where to order pizza from & was told PizzaSlut. (you can see where this is going! :smack:)
Dominos is way better than PizzaSlut, which is way better than Little Ceasars, which is way better than UpChuckeCheese.
I don’t even like pizza that much, I shouldn’t know all this.
The kid even likes frozen pizza rolls and frozen microwave pizza.
Dominos is a giant step up for him.
Apes, it must be the pregnancy.
One of my friends practically lived on TacoHell when she was preggers.
I wasn’t much better, I had to have a chili cheese dog with mustard and onions from 7/11 very day.
I craved hot dogs, beer and ice cream, three foods I normally don’t like all that much.
I couldn’t stand the sight or smell of chicken or Chinese, two of my favorite foods.
my sons stinky shoe made me gag today and I was trying to find the source of a stink when I woke up this morning and found it was ME! :eek: I took a walk and went to bed sweaty because I was too tired to shower. I will not do that again. My sense of smell is working over time right now, and it was sensitive to begin with.
Also today I woke up early (because my own stink woke me up), stripped the bed, washed two loads of laundry and took and shower all before getting the twins up and ready for daycare by 8am. Then I went to a training at 9-10 where I was the trainer. After training I rescheduled my OB appointment, because I decided I wanted to go today and not tomorrow. Then came home and uploaded and submitted a new application for a client, washed and folded two loads of laundry, emptied the dishwasher and reloaded it, and then went to my OB appt.
After the appt I felt a little sleepy, but the minute I got home I couldn’t nap, so I made the bed and started picking up around the house. I then talked on the phone with my BFF for an hour, and went to daycare to pick up the twins, then took them to karate.
After karate I got home, made them something small for dinner (since they had a snack after karate), washed the comforter from our bed and also the twins’ shoes, and am now still WIDE AWAKE.
UGH!! Why can’t I get sleepy???
Methinks Nesting.
I don’t know, I was supposedly nesting a week ago. I think I am just anxious. I hate waiting:mad:.
This is my diet! 
Shall we remind you of this sentence in a week or two?
runs & hides
I have never been there. I have horrible visions of small children projectile vomiting.
Evening, all.
I have a bit to vent about at some point, but not sure if I want to get into it tonight. Not bad, actually, just weird work stuff.
Spidey, I have taken note that several times you have referenced the Energizer™ Bunny hot air balloon, so I shall share my short story of how I once flew with (but not in) said Bunny during a balloon launch here in Far Northern Vermont…
A good friend and mentor (and boss at the time, oddly enough) happened to be offered a chance to fly in a hot air balloon launch as part of a team (helping to set up and break down after flight) and being a rather large-ish man (quote, verbatim: No fu**kin’ way is anyone getting my big fat ass up thousands of feet in the air in a @#!@ wicker basket! /endquote)
Of course, he wound up going. Largely because the folks manning the balloon were good friends, and they lubed him up pretty good the night before, so that was that. I was asked to go along, and of course jumped at the chance, 'cause sometimes I is a little dain bramaged.
We all assembled at the crack of dawn on a rustic airstrip (grass!) in Shelburne,and waited while the various people got their respective balloons prepped; tested the wind with those big “pie balls”; and generally got things ready. The air was good, it was a beautiful morning, and so about a dozen to twenty balloons (sorry, can’t remember in all the excitement! - it was a lot) including that absolutely ridiculous and hilarious bunny began to fill for flight and take off one by one.
We were in an unmarked balloon, middle of the pack, and took flight without incident. We did have to clear a tree line a few hundred yards off, but did so easily (Pilot: don’t worry, once you get a few hundred feet up, it isn’t much difference if you fall than if you were a few thousand…) The bunny was to the north, on our 9; wind west to east and gentle at low altitude; a bit brisker higher up. It was a beautiful ride; the only time I have been. I’d do it again in a heartbeat.
About the Bunny: Now first, picture the absurdity of a gigantic floating pink bunny drifting over the bucolic hills of rural Vermont - hot air balloons themselves are odd, both in their silence and size, as well as their ever-changing altitude. But a freakin’ pink bunny (with a drum)??
Odd³
Not enough for the pilot of said bunny, however. He did what I later came to consider an awesome maneuver - as we approached some large farm fields with tree lines delineating them (these are fairly common wind breaks hereabouts), he dropped the bunny balloon down quite low - must have been close to ground, but not quite - so that the effect from looking at a distance (we were tracking very close to the bunny, but somewhat to the south) was that all you saw were giant pink ears floating along behind a treeline. The effect was at once absurd and disturbing. Imagine looking off your back deck in the bright early morning sunshine, or driving up the highway to work after perhaps a bit of a rough night out, and seeing giant pink ears (and ONLY ears) floating along behind a line of trees.
Hilarious.
I have pics (the old-fashioned kind!) somewhere - I will try to find them and scan and post them when I get a chance.
Thanks for the memories, Spidey! BTW, where do you know the bunny people from, just out of curiosity?
Best $400.00 I ever spent.
I just cleaned out my bath tub. WTF is wrong with me???
i lost track of my daughter for 30 min during the twins’ 3rd birthday in ChuckECheese. One of the worst feelings in my entire life. I have not taken them back since.
Not a single solitary thing, you are getting ready to bring home a baby and this is normal. Trust me, my Mother had kids when I was 11,13 and 17. I watched, dumbfounded, as she did the most OCD stuff in the weeks before she was due. It is normal, relax Sister. The Apelet cometh and you gotta do what you gotta do.
Jim
What is perplexing to me is that the things I am doing have no direct affect on the baby. She isn’t going to use the garden sized jacuzzi tub any time soon, and I am sure she could care less if my bed covers are spotless.
True but you are probably thinking from instinct and making things clean so she doesn’t get dirty, just in case. Remember, to a certain extent we are still animals, we do some things just because we do them, instinct just kicks in. Babies know how to suckle, expectant Moms clean and nest. Sometimes it is better to just roll with it than think about it. Relax Sister and do what you have to do. Celeste will be AOK.
Jim