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Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share
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Tonight’s dinner is starting with cantaloupe and blueberries. I’m bringing them closer to room temperature as I type. Not sure what else is on the menu, but since it’s so hot, I’m thinking I might stop by the ice cream shop later.

Welcome back to the intarwebs, LiLi. Phone thing sounds really annoying.

Good luck with the interview, McUne.

welby has a talking dog? Who knew?

Forgot to congratulate you on all the cool chorus news, rosie. Yay! I must agree with Roo, however; it is not raining men. In fact, at the moment, it’s not raining at all.

Wow, doggio, your day sounds a lot like mine. Only mine had more emphasis on the didn’t kill anyone part of it. (Work has been more stressful than usual lately. We’re experiencing a new brand of stress - dealing with incompetent new managers. Worst I’ve seen in more than 15 years. Really frustrating.) I vote for the pool party too. I might even have a beerverage or three.

GT

::Places melon peel strategically in LOUNE’s way::

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sniff sniff

Why does it smell like rotting fruit in here?

Libby is back in ICU. They did get the procedure done to install the filter, but she had a really bad (not) breathing episode this morning after the procedure, so off to ICU for the weekend.

I am sad and not very chatty, so I’m going to have a drink and come back when I am more cheerful.

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Oh…I’m so sorry to hear that, SCL. Hugs.

GT

And it’s not rotting just yet. Just slippery.

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I’m sorry to hear that **Libby ** is doing poorly.

We have returned from the doctor and my son is now on antibiotics. Turns out he has both a touch of bronchitis and a sinus infection. When I called to make the appointment, I told them I thought it might be one or the other, but not both. As soon as I walked into the examination room, the doc said “You diagnosed correctly; its both bronchitis and sinusitus”.

If we don’t see any improvement by Monday, we’re supposed to call and get in again.

I guess I better get going. I have some things to do, and besides, my son wants to use the computer. Three computers now, and I STILL can’t just sit down at one and not be interrupted.

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I didn’t even skim, it’s been so long, and you all are so chatty.

SCL , I’m sorry for you.

Oh, while I’m here - the leadership meeting I was at today, I got to speak to my friend -Luke’s mom, Luke being the 2 yr old with leukemia. He started his second round of chemo yesterday, and is responding very well.

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I’m so sorry to hear about Libby SCL. I’ll keep her in my thoughts. Taters, I’ll be thinking of your son also. Bronchitis sucks. :frowning:
I’m having a mixed day. I weakly ranted in the minirants thread that my SSN has been compromised for the second time this year. I think having that sort of information on laptops should be freakin’ banned.

OTOH, I was in my taqueria today and overheard the owner talking to someone about his daughter wanting to go to UCLA, and how he was worried about paying for it and her getting in, so I merrily butted in and gave him my info since I’m the chick on the inside. I love spreading the word about my junior college and it makes me happy if I can do anything to help any new Bruins in. He said I’d get FREE BEER! next time I came in too! Woot!

But I’m off to finish getting the house in order. It’s almost road trip time.

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My friend with breast cancer (I wrote about her extensively over the winter) has finished chemo but still needs a double radical and a reconstruction (I told her to tell the surgeon while he’s in there to make her a C cup (she’s barely a B now) I told her her baby-doll and empire waist tops will look better that way :wink: ) She’s trying to stay in good spirits, she knows that this will make it so she won’t have to worry about it coming back (they’ve told her if she doesn’t, it definitely will, just of question of when) So she goes in on Monday and comes home on Wednesday.

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Hee hee.

A buddy of mine is doing some part time work for his brother’s limousine business, taking the stretch out on some runs for some extra cash while he’s in between jobs. So he’s got a few hours to kill in between jobs so he’s going to surprise MindWife by taking us both out for a coffee in style. It’ll be kinda strange showing up at Timmy’s in a stretch limo, but what the hell. :smiley:

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'Ullo all. Off to bed, since I didn’t get out of work until almost 3 hours after I was supposed to. Very strange day at work–lots of things went wrong, but in the oddest ways. Still scratching my head about it over here.

Must be at work by 0630 tomorrow. Older kids leave at 0430 for their boundary waters canoe trip. The husband and #2 son leave for Canada on Sunday or Monday–I’LL BE HOME ALONE FOR AT LEAST A FEW DAYS!

This is very good.

Sorrys and hugs and smiles and hisses etc to all as appropriate.

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How’s the new job going, rigsy?

GT

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Got this from my sister-in-law:
Asylum for the Verbally Insane

Author unknown
We’ll begin with a box, and the plural is boxes,
But the plural of ox becomes oxen, not oxes.

One fowl is a goose, but two are called geese,
Yet the plural of moose should never be meese.

You may find a lone mouse or a nest full of mice,
Yet the plural of house is houses, not hice.

If the plural of man is always called men,
Why shouldn’t the plural of pan be called pen?

If I speak of my foot and show you my feet,
And I give you a boot, would a pair be called beet?

If one is a tooth and a whole set are teeth,
Why shouldn’t the plural of booth be called beeth?

Then one may be that, and three would be those,
Yet hat in the plural would never be hose,
And the plural of cat is cats, not cose.

We speak of a brother and also of brethren,
But though we say mother, we never say methren.

Then the masculine pronouns are he, his and him,
But imagine the feminine: she, shis and shim!

~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~*~

Let’s face it - English is a crazy language.

There is no egg in eggplant nor ham in hamburger;
neither apple nor pine in pineapple.

English muffins weren’t invented in England .

We take English for granted, but if we explore its
paradoxes, we find that quicksand can work slowly, boxing rings are square,
and a guinea pig is neither from Guinea nor is it a pig.

And why is it that writers write but fingers don’t fing, grocers don’t groce and hammers don’t ham?

Doesn’t it seem crazy that you can make amends but not one amend.

If you have a bunch of odds and ends and get rid of all but one of them, what do you call it?

If teachers taught, why didn’t preachers praught?

If a vegetarian eats vegetables, what does a humanitarian eat?

Sometimes I think all the folks who grew up speaking English should be committed to an asylum for the verbally insane.

In what other language do people recite at a play and play at a recital?

We ship by truck but send cargo by ship.

We have noses that run and feet that smell.

We park in a driveway and drive in a parkway.

And how can a slim chance and a fat chance be the same, while a wise man and a wise guy are opposites?

You have to marvel at the unique lunacy of a language in which your house can burn up as it burns down, in which you fill in a form by filling it out, and in which an alarm goes off by going on.

And, in closing, if Father is Pop,
how come Mother’s not Mop?

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Cute. Love thems emails when they come around.

I are tired. I worked, then went to the gym, then parambulated the beasties.
And now, apparently I’m clad in a melon rind.

it’s cold, dammit.

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Woohoo!!! I win!

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Bah! You win nothing!

gives you a titty twister and bounces off, hiding behind SCL

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You guys, comfort me please.

I have been involved in this and this thread, trying to explain what I can of my Indian culture, trying to show people what a difference in worlds it is. I thought I (and ascenray) were doing well until someone (read: Operation Ripper) came along with this comment.

How fucking depressing. :frowning: What’s the point? I know I shouldn’t let it get to me but it seems like every time you try to educate someone a little someone like this always crawls out of the shit pile.

I’m glad **samclem **warned him at least.

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You want I should do jumping jacks for you?
Seriously, though, that’s pretty uncalled for. There’s one in every crowd, sweetie. Maybe he was having the world’s shittiest day and had to take it out on the next person, which was you.

Meh. Have some pie. hands you a plate, some apple pie, some vanilla ice cream, and a fork

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Realize that he is an idiot who has all the wit of a piece of cardboard and the charm of a pile of cow dung.

If it’s any consolation, when I was in Vegas in '04, I overheard a couple of hicks ask a friend of mine, in all seriousness “You’re really Jewish? Whadja do, have a hornectomy?”

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Heh. Here, you can have the apple pie back. I don’t like apple pie.

watches as everyone jumps back in horror

Yeah, so sue me! :stuck_out_tongue: And I don’t need jumping jacks, just a hug and a place to go

LE SIGH

anyrose, you mean…as in removing devil’s horns? :confused: That is…a really awful wisecrack. It’s not even remotely funny and just plain stupid.

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I saw that **Meeks **- some people are hopeless. I do want you to know that I find threads of that nature really interesting, and although I don’t post in them often I do read them a lot. I really value the cultural information you put out there for us WASPy Dopers. :slight_smile:

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Sigh, it always makes me sad when see, read, or hear about ignorance and racism. I’m enough of a realist to realize it won’t go away in my lifetime, maybe even my kids’, but still, I just find it so damn sad.

I’m sorry that guy is such an ignorant jerk Meeks.

I should be busily cleaning, but I don’t feel like it.