Brilliant.
ETA: Woohoo! First on 5!
*Gnat film is so cute!
I watched it once and again.
Bounce, baby boy, bounce!
Envelopes taste Bleck.
Today I licked some sixty.
My lips are gummy.
Photobucket blocked!
I am in deep misery.
I cannot see cute.* 
Tupug
I am so grumpy
Guess I’ll go eat worms outside
No one else wants me
Eye doc no help to son
No fish will be seen by him
In the briny deep
No reply from spouse
Re contact lens dilemma
What’s a mom to do?
I will bake muffins
Choc’late chips ones, warm and good
I will get fat soon
I find this simpler
Than making small talk with you
The van is here now…
Can son not get contacts? You can have the perscription made into lenses for a mask. I’m not sure how much it costs or how long it takes, but I know it is done.
The eye doc doesn’t “do” contacts–her partner does. Her partner’s first available appt is June 23. #1 son leaves for Oz on June 16.
Going to Australia is a pain in the ass. There I said it. Nice country. Nice people. But I am so sick of trying to juggle his work, his finals, his camp counseling, my work, other kids’ needs, all to Get Him Ready For This Trip. We are not made of money (this trip is being paid for by my mother), and a scuba mask prescription lens thingie seems a wee impractical to me.
Yeah, I suck as a mom. Bite me. Here, haiku this. (this is not directed at you mmouse. I’m not fit for human companionship at present.)
<stomps off to sulk elsewhere>
I took Mom to the doctor today, and it looks like things are going well, other than her losing another four pounds this past week. I’ve been given instructions to fatten her up, and she doesn’t mind, as this means she can eat her favorite foods with no scolding from doctors for once. It looks like she’s got everything under control, so I am going to go along with my plan to get back to work at the end of the week. Now, if only I could get a hold of my boss to make sure she knows I’m coming back. We still haven’t had the big talk about moving up the wedding date or any of that, and I hate to say it, but I’m a coward and I’m going to see if one of my older brothers can talk to her about it. I really want to be able to have her at my wedding, but I don’t know if she’s going to let stubbornness get in the way of seeing me get married before this all gets to be too much for her. I don’t know, but I’ve thought of the courthouse wedding solution for a while now. Meanwhile, I’m fantasizing about a dress that won’t make me look fat that I can get off the rack if we do that route.
The chili and Mexican lasagna recipes sound good. When I get back to the cows, I may have to stalk one of them so we can make lots of beef dishes. Mmmmm.
I almost forgot: Kitty squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! One of our neighbors got a kitten recently, and it is one of the cutest things ever. Our dog met the kitten, and the kitten was smart and did her “I’m gonna beat you up!” bit with the dog; our dog, however, was enamored with kitteh, as it was her new friend.
nashii that’s just tough all around. I’ll be keepin’ your mom and you in my thoughts and prayers. Stalkin’ cows? That kinda sounds fun. 
Prayers and good thoughts headed out to Nava’s cousin also.
gotti cool! And congrats. Or is that best wishes. This weddin’ stuff confuses the heck outta me.
Things will get better rigs. Just wait til the new liberry career takes off.
What is it with you all and picturin’ me nekkid! 
I can understand cb and gotti doin’ it but they never talk about it if they do.
A friend of mine once
Wrote a haiku that ends with
“It’s not potato”
Kitten squeeeeeee! indeed! How cute!
Now for my life:
Sitting in airport
Boise TSA is NICE!
Helpful, friendly too!
Yeah, we’re totally shocked. From start to finish, every person we dealt with was cheerful and just diametrically opposed to the TSA stereotype, which thrives at BWI. In fact, we asked one of the guys if he’d transfer to BWI, they need his cheerfulness there!
I just skimmed; hugs, yays, boos as appropriate. Snowbunny’s little log cabin is looking like a real home now, plus she’s got a simply amazing amount of storage space up in her loft. Now all she needs is a kitty.
We had a fun time dealing with SIL’s dog pack – both the ones she babysits (some for literally months at a time) and her doggie day care group. Yesterday morning was fun – Papa Tigs opened the door to the doggie play yard (the back door of the house we were staying in opens directly onto the play yard), and next thing I knew I had two Jack Russells cuddling with me, a hyper Clumber wiggling all over me, a beautiful chocolate lab greeting me sedately, and a really obnoxious Yorkie peeing on a quilt borrowed from snowbunny that was folded on the floor. :smack: And that was before I got out of bed; it got more fun after that. :rolleyes: Actually, they’re a nice bunch of dogs (except for Obo the mad pee-er), but I honestly don’t know how SIL does it sometimes. She has anywhere from three to 15 dogs underfoot all the time. Plus dealing with bathing and grooming a bunch more, plus dealing with their mostly rich & famous owners – or, more commonly, their personal assistants. :rolleyes: Must be nice!
Anyway, we’re en route back home. Wish me luck that we don’t get stuck en route – my own bed is calling me, loudly!!
I just spent 35 minutes on the phone with a cousin I haven’t talked to in five years. She’s getting hitched for the third time later next month and they’re having a reception, this is her third wedding and his first. Half the family is outraged that she would invite, but I’m pretty meh about it.
This cousin and I were pretty close when we were younger, but as soon as she discovered penis’ she kinda went bonkers, and didn’t have much to do with the family after that. And understand my family, all the way out to third and fifth cousins are close, like we see each other several times a year close.
We’ll be going to the reception, it’s the kind of thing I do. I just hope that more family shows up.
Not feeling productive today. Not feeling reproductive either.
And believe it or not, I’m not much about kids either. Yes, I have three with one on the way, seems silly doesn’t it? My world doesn’t revolve around my kids, we had them, we love them, we hope they don’t commit federal crimes. They can be funny, they can be a pain in the ass. Don’t ask us why we have this many, our reasoning is pretty insane.
Good morning everyone.
I stayed home sick today. I started feeling pretty shitty while I was at the Y last night (like throw up icky), but I thought for sure I’d feel fine by today. At any rate, I woke up feeling pretty much worse than last night, so I just opted to stay home.
I ended up sleeping until 10:30 or so. I woke up several times, but I did stay in bed until then. Frankly, I could sleep some more right now, but I’m afraid I’ll never sleep tonight if I nap again.
nash, I’m keeping your mother, you and your family in my thoughts.
rigs, it sounds like you need a Bucket O’ Rum. This would improve your modd a little. Seriously, it a drink you order at The Rock. Five types of rum served in a plastic sandpail with a shovel and frut. This drink is very, very tasty. Apparently, they will only serve you two of them in a sitting. After that, no more buckets.
Man, I think I will go back to bed. I keep shutting my eyes.
w00t!!! I’ma be famous!!!
{{{nashii}}} I hope your Mom continues to do well and she is front and centre (okay, off to the left and slightly back) at your wedding!
Hayfever sucks ass
I left work early today
My eyes feel like sand
rigs, that really sucks about the contacts. But Australia does have places that check eyes and sell contacts. Assuming your son has a fairly standard prescription, he could find an optometrist, get his eyes checked and buy some disposable contacts in just about any major shopping mall in Australia, all within the space of about 30 minutes. Or, just tell me to shut up already!
rigs has gone crazy
chasing her kids and her tail
life is a bitch, word!
MamaT, safe journey home! And when you get there, we want pics!!!
The wind is powerful
It cannot destroy
It is not potato
I think. I could have it wrong.
That sounds about right
Or close enough to fool me
'Twas epic haiku
{{{**nashii **and **rigs **and Nava}}}
It’s really beautiful outside, and I don’t want to be inside at work. I worked hard this morning. Shouldn’t that be enough?
I’m still a lot confuzzled as well. Things like “Who gives this woman?” and the bride’s first dance with her father need to be stricken entirely for various reasons. Some obvious and some not so obvious.
I now pronounce you… what? Husband and husband? Man and man? Married? Knowing our officiant, he’ll probably yell “I NOW PRONOUNCE YOU LEGALLY MARRIED!!” so loud that people on the street will be able to hear him.
Will we change names? If so, who takes which one? Or do we hyphenate? And then, whose is first? I’m leaning to leaving names alone. It will be bad enough rolling through all of the insurance policies and bank accounts to toggle “single” over to “married” to confuse things even further with name changes.
Who tosses the bouquet? Will there even be a bouquet?
Assuming we have a DJ for the reception, they will be threatened with grave bodily harm if they play the Hokey-Pokey or the Chicken Dance.
Shopping around for rings was an intersting experience. We encountered one salesperson who was so pushy and “I really need a sale. If you buy these today…” so we walked out. At another store, the person seemed a bit uncomfortable with us. Finally, we found someone who was comfortable with the idea of two guys looking for rings and was more than willing to work with us looking over designs and whatnot, and also was able to work it so the jewelry manufacturer can use the diamonds from DH’s mother’s earrings. Nothing flashy - just a period-sized bit of sparkle.
Roses are red,
violets are blue.
Some poems are haiku,
this one isn’t.
If you weren’t taken, I’d marry you just for that.
Always imagining
swampy’s naked foraging
No need to spam here.
Just got up about an hour ago, finally deposited the check roommate gave me on Friday (she needed cash, just opened up a checking account and didn’t have her debit card yet), then went to the bookstore and sold back my microbiology book from last semester, that I never opened. FIFTY BUCKS. I have never gotten fifty bucks for selling a book back before. I think I paid about 70 on amazon for it, so that’s certainly impressive.
I need to come up with names for my roommates, since there are so many of them. I propose:
Stoner Roommate (male)
**Hot Stoner Roommate **(male)
Ethnically Jewish Roommate (female)
Fun Yet Responsible Roommate (female)
Maybe these would be hard to remember, but I always feel dumb just saying “My roommate…” since there are so many of them.
Also, I’ve become totally addicted to woot.com recently (particularly shirt.woot.com), and according to their sizing chart, I’m an XL. According to my dryer, and the first two shirts I got in the mail (Monday?), I’m a 2XL. 
Still feeling icky. Dammit.
My mother, I swear, she will drive me to the looney bin. She frikkn’ hunts me down! She wants to drop by tonight because she has some jewelry she’s willing to loan my daughter for the prom. The thing is, I don’t think my daughter will even like any of it.
I do not want to deal with my mother tonight. I even told her I feel like crap and do not want to sit around and visit with her. I know, that sounds mean, but I’ve seen her several times in the last few day, and I’m at the to here point with her.
I feel like I should be doing something productive. I mean, here I am at home, with the perfect opportunity to steam clean my carpets. Unfortunately, if I move around too much I feel like I’m going to puke. I guess the carpets will have to wait.