Given how labored his writing was at that time, it’s amazing he took the time to write out those words. Also, I should point out that, although this was prior to my SDMB days, The Boy was born (and concieved, I suppose) in the city where Rue resides. I’m just saying.
So, the, err… unique writing styles of both are due to a combo of Cincinnati water and Skyline chili then?
I am off now for the rest of the week. I think I’m going to go home to spend some time with my parents. The funeral the other day made me want to spend time with the family that I have.
Other than that, I need to vacuum my apartment - there’s way too much kitty litter on the floors - and do some grocery shopping. Boy, it’s going to be such an exciting couple days off.
They have collaborated before, but I’m not sure that they were so much sharing writing styles as having a good time hitting things with sticks. The writing probably has something to do with the water or Graeter’s ice cream.
I am awake and it’s before ten! Be proud of me!
Today I finish all the chores so I don’t have to do anything tomorrow. Tomorrow is my Day Off.
I’m so proud of me! I got my lazy ass out of bed, and went swimming this morning. Did a lazy 1/4 mile, since I haven’t done this in about 6 months.
I’m sad to report there were no noodles or alcohol involved, however. 
You can always noodle later.
Myself, I’m just gearing up for another Monday at work. le sigh
I have been <snerking> ever since reading this!
Speaking of tequila and tranquilizer darts, I have to relate this story: at a bachelorette party MANY moons ago, I did quite a number of tequila shots (Lick. Drink. Slam. Bite.) One would think unconsciousness would be the result. Instead the result was … paralysis! I laid down on the floor thinking the usual effects of overdrinking would ensue, but no! I couldn’t get up! I could talk and didn’t even feel tipsy. I kept imploring my friends: Tell me, am I acting hideously drunk and you all are being polite? No, they’d answer you sound fine, why don’t you get up? Because I CAN’T.
It was extremely weird.
But those days are thankfully behind me. Otherwise I might have ended up like dangergene cousin: a one-eyed pirate. yick.
*Why * do I have to replace the lava lamp? I kind of understand the peanuts, but still…
Ooo, that would’ve been cool. Or gross. Whichever. No, sadly, Patriotic Pancakes this year were just normal ordinary pancakes that just so happened (cause that’s how they planned it) to be served on Indepencence day. The nice thing is, we got there kinda late and they were trying to get rid of the snausages that go with them because they had about a bajillion left so we each got something like eight snausages each. Nummy.
And two HUGE pancakes. Almost bigger’n the plate. And more snausages.
sigh
Now I’m hungry again. And it’s still over 2 hours to lunchtime.
Just stoppin in to say HI. I got nuttin as yet today. Maybe later.
Tupug
Why isn’t Soupo a member yet?!?
Cause ya have to be thirteen to be a member. It says so in the FAQ stuff about this place.
I no longer want to tranquilize or timeout staff. I am a calm and collected bear right now. I’m also hungry. A hungry bear can be dangerous cause he might just walk up and steal your sammich. A hungry bear has no need for manners. Or, maybe I’ll just go to my house and make me a ham sammich. That’d be good.
But–but–can’t there be an exception? sniffle
makes swampbear a sammich
Well, since it’s Thursday, I might as well drop in on the MMP, and share how my holiday weekend was. It was good.
Okay, fine, here’s the salient points:
- Flight home Friday afternoon was delayed both at the terminal and after we got on the plane. It was one of those “weather is fine at origin and destination, but in between is nasty” situations that drive everyone nuts. Came this close to having flight being cancelled, but luckily we got out. Dad had to wait 2 hours at the airport for me, and I missed seeing my brother & sister-in-law that night. I did get to re-heat the leftover pizza though.
- Saturday morning was strawberry picking. Lunch was sandwiches, with strawberries & whipped cream for dessert. Yum. Dinner was BBQ at brother & SIL. Their first BBQ with both sides of the family (they are coming up on 1 year anniversary in about a month). No chaos or catastrophe, just a lot of good food done well.
Food at BBQ included:
appetizers:
spinach dip in bread bowl
veggie platter w/ranch dip
potato chips
main courses:
hot dogs
hamburgers/cheeseburgers
indian-style chicken with cucumber raita
eggplant dip/salad/thing served over italian bread
potato salad
desserts:
brownies
cookies
s’mores
ice cream - homemade & from Friendly’s
fruit salad
Doesn’t look like a lot of food - but believe me it was. And I tried it all, happily. I could live on the potato salad. It wasn’t traditional potato salad - no mayonnaise. The potatoes were cooked in water & vinegar with garlic cloves thrown in. Yum. The eggplant was made by SIL’s mother, and is her specialty - and with good reason, 'cause it was yummy.
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Sunday was church in the morning. I was shameful and wore a short skirt. Shame, shame, shame.
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Sunday was also shopping with mom. Not as much quantity, as quality. Got a gorgeous purse at Cole Haan. Mom got great shoes. Went to Macy’s to try to pick up bathing suits at their sale, but they looked picked over. On our way out walked through the petite department and got sucked in to buying clothes there. Got a basic black dress, couple tops, and a skirt that actually goes to my knees! I must not have been feeling well. Nah - I don’t have that many short skirts. And maybe I’m getting old, but I seem to like covering my thighs more these days.
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Sunday was also coming back from shopping to see my brother & SIL had come over to swim in my parents’ pool. We didn’t think we were going to see them that day, so it was a nice surprise. They scatted out when they found out that dinner was not going to be the planned trip to Outback, but was my dad making pancakes instead. They missed out on the strawberry shortcake & Ben & Jerry’s New York Super Fudge chunk. Their loss.
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The reason Sunday was not dinner out was because my sister’s kids, being kids, did what they do best, which is get sick. The 2 1/2 year old did it up though. Not only was he sick, but he broke out in to an all-over body rash on Sunday. Now that’s an A for effort! Oh, and you’ll be surprised to know, that my mom was mentioning fifth disease - a moment of MMP zen. BIL was sick the entire weekend also. It seems every time I see my sister & BIL, one or the other is sick.
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Glad-I’m-not-their-parent moment of the weekend: SIL’s mother was very nice and gave the boys sunglasses for their move to California (they were supposed to fly out today - will have to check to see how it went). She also gave them bubbles. Boys played with bubbles on Sunday. Give a 2 1/2 year old bubbles - what do you think happens? That’s right - bubbles went on table, on arms, in hair… Sister was sitting there, looked over, had the attitude of “he’s not hurting himself, so he’s fine”. Parent’s deck will foam at next rain.
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Monday was more shopping. Outlet shopping. Didn’t get much there - was very hot. Were on our way home when Mom said “I feel like we haven’t done enough shopping for the day. Want to go to Borders?”. Said yes. Bought many books. Shared a chocolate bundt cake in their cafe. Bought more books.
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Flew home Monday night. Cats alive.
Well, that’s the weekend. Will post later about my night at the emergency vet. Cat is fine, but it was an interesting experience.
Susan
Aw, c’mon, gene, you coulda figgered this out on your own. (I was gonna say you could noodle through it, but since it’s noodle in a different sense from earlier posts, I thought it might be confusing) Anyway, think about it - have you ever tried to move in a pool or any other large body of water with footwear thongs? It’s durn near impossible! Surely you can’t expect a graceful execution of pool noodling with footwear thongs! No, I was most certainly referring to butt-floss.
My daughter is a big fan of footwear thongs, but she lives in Florida and it’s almost always warm there and she hates socks and shoes, so it works.
Oh, and in case anyone is wondering, I’m home. My car is in the shop and they were kind enough to bring me back here so I don’t have to sit in the showroom all afternoon. Plus they might not get it fixed today, which would suck swampwater… But I’ve got the afternoon off and I may actually to a bit of tidying around the house. What with the inlaws arriving this weekend and all.
Shibb - your kid has quite a way with words! I love the flavored lizerd foot. My kid did a “journal” in kindergarten, long before they learned how to spell. So most of her entries consisted of the first letter of the word - she was proficient in web-speak before we had a home computer!! The most frequent entry was: IHAGDOD, which translates asI had a good day one day. - it’s nice to know school was a positive part of her youth.
Are you kidding me? You can have mine, **swampy ** dear. hands it over
At least he spelled ‘flavoured’ right.
I just made him one…
walks off all forlorn
All those ham sammiches for Swampy must mean he’s getting tired of beer and cockies.