And may I be the very very first to welcome you to our playground! You’re now officially one of the cool kids. Or you will be when you send me the requisite love offering of chocolates!
Sees, Esther Price or Godiva? Or would you like to sample my very favorite ice cream from Graters, Black Raspbery “Chip”? (the “chips” are created by taking a HUGE chunk o’ chocolate and smashing it once and dumping it in the pot. I got a pint one time that was 10% ice cream and 90% “chip”. It was lovely.)
Yay! Finally! I’m a cool kid!
Now bob, you be good and don’t worry about them boxes. They ain’t going anywhere. So can’t you have anything else liquidy besides Instant Breakfast? I know I’d be juicin’ a steak or somethin.’ 
<snerk>chesticles<snerk>
catsmeow welcome to the MMP. Where should we send the chandelier?
fcm, well, it looks bluey in the pics on my computer, so yeah, that one.
We are getting rain, rain, and more rain. 
Arlene is already making her presence felt. swampy, better be prepared for more water and pine straw in the pool.
I don’t really have anything to add to the poop conversation except to say to Dogmom, “Ew!!” and congrats to Bobbio. I’m sure it’s a relief to know the plumbing is working correctly, especially after the type of operation you had. I don’t usually have conversations about poo, although I did have a nutritionist who seemed very interested in it. Maybe he was just amazed that I didn’t have problems with all the junk I eat.
You know what I’ve decided? I’ve decided that it’s probably not a good idea to think of all the things you could mess up on a particular job while interviewing for that job. Yeah.
Did they notice? I guess we’ll see if they offer me the assignment.
HEY! What’s wrong with stuffed animals??? I had those instead of dolls when I was a kid. I love me some teddy bears.
Nothing is wrong with stuffed animals. I have lots of them. We’re practicing for real children. But I figure that since Rue is all scared of girly girls, he might want to forbid them.
I have to figure out what to wear for the concert. We will be standing and dancing from 9 to 1, so my comfy boots, but I’m working on the rest. Whee! Quasi-Daughter is wearing her Gothic Britney Spears outfit- leather halter, pleated miniskirt, thigh-highs, pigtails. I’ve got to figure out a coordinating outfit. Such a lot of work. Time to rummage through the closet and fuss!
Mr. Lissar won’t be around, so there will be no pics. Sorry.
I’m stuck with CIB, lo-fat no sugar yogurt, Jello, and broth for 2 weeks. Then I switch to the baby food portion of the diet which lasts for about a month. After that, it’s figuring out what I can tolerate from regular stuff. Still limited on fat and sugar, though.
It will be about 30 seconds after I get cleared for blenderized food that I’ll be figgering out how to make homogenized tuna salad. For some reason, I’ve been jonesing both tuna salad and bologna sandwiches since Tuesday. I like both, but they were about #9234 and #9465 on my list of favorite things to eat.
A new discovery today. Since I’ve gotten rid of most of the gas used to inflate me on the table, I successfully laid flat on my back for a nap. I had an upper GI Tuesday, and it was Hell laying flat; everything pulled. I can sleep in my bed tonight instead of the recliner.
None of the guys have stepped up to the plate to say this so I feel I must because it seems like there is something missing without the obligatory … “We demand proof on that cite!”
Saw Madagascar tonight, it was great! Would have been even better if some idiot didn’t bring his toddler who was fidgety before it began and screamy by about the middle (and of course they were two rows ahead of us). Why do people assume that just because something is animated a toddler is going to be able to sit still and watch it for 90 minutes?
Well, Rue isn’t coming through with puppy pictures, so I’m filling in with some cute bunnies! Billie and Murray, the Cutest Bunnies in the World[sup]TM[/sup]. They’re cuter than any stoopid old puppies, anyway. And they don’t poop in the registers, so that’s a plus.
Ow. Back from concert. Feet hurt. Two encores, second one entirely (I think) because Quasi-Daughter had an impressive spastic jumping-and-screaming fit. Several hundred people. Crowded. Throat hurts from screaming. Must go drink water and go to bed. Love VNV. Almost bought t-shirt.
Congrats on the post-surgical progress, VBob!
I didn’t have a poo story until I remembered that on my Monday flight from Atlanta to Columbus, a woman a few rows ahead of me had a little pet carrier. Very practical size; fit exactly under the seat in front of her.
Apparently one of her ferrets is the revenge-poo type. She placed the carrier under the seat and instantly a lovely little poo nugget popped out into the aisle. Ewww!
Cute bunnies, Magic.
Chesticles is my new favorite word, too. <tee hee> I thought obstreperous was this week’s word, but I think it’s been displaced. Chesticles. <hee>
Rue, you have the cutest boys ever! Well, except for my nephew. And my godson, who isn’t really a boy anymore as he’s turned 13 (how’d that happen?). But they’re not
PUPPIES
Oh, and FCM, extremely cool pottery once again. Your favorite is my favorite too. Very nice combination of shape and color.
Still catching up from playing hooky over the weekend…
GT
I managed to get the yard mowed and the pool all cleaned out yet again yesterday evening just before it started raining. It didn’t rain bad last night but it looks like today could be, as we say down heah, “a real gully washer!” A lot of it will depend on what TS Arlene decides to do. All I know is it’s about a bazillion percent humidity outside. To make it worse, I’m wearing a black suit today cause I gotta go funeralize later this morning. A really nice lady I know had a stroke last August, was recovering from that then discovered she had liver cancer which had spread pretty much all throughout. She’d been in hospice care for about three weeks and died Sunday night in her sleep. The funeral isn’t until today because they were waiting on relatives to get here. She’s from St. Thomas originally so natch that takes a few days.
ACBG is home! YAY! I didn’t see him last night but he called me from his house. So, if it’s rainy all weekend that’ll be ok. We got some catching up to do.
Welcome Catsmeow! Enjoy your new chandelier. I won’t be staring at Dogmom’s chesticles, I promise. I’m a boy who likes boys. Ok, if she did something like drop food down her chesticles I’d stare but that’s cause that’d be funny and I am really really juvenile like that. I’d go <snerk> and stuff like that.
I guess we’re never gonna see pics of Rue’s imaginary puppy friend.
Can we get a picture of the chesticle thingys. Here I am, a boy that likes girls (girly-girl and otherwise), and there are no pictures. Everytime someone mentions how great they look, they never post a link. So I guess that’s all I’m gonna say on the subject.
Chesticles; it started to be in there sommers, but then I got bored.
wile e, the guys are prolly skeered dog mom will come at them with one of her beloved power tools (think chain saw) iffen they demand proof of Chesticlicus Gigantimus.
magic, awwwwww, your bunnies look just…delicious!!! (I keed!)
gt, that, I think is the funniest poo story so far. I almost snorted V-8 all over my monitor.
bob, when you get to the baby food phase, be prepared for stuff what tastes like wallpaper paste. I keed you not. Now that there’s no salt or sugar in the stuff, it is pretty much devoid of flavor. No wonder the kids today crave McDonalds as soon as they are able to point at the arches. Whatever you do, don’t eat the peas!
swampy, I’m sorry you are funeralizing again. That’s just another downside of getting to AARP age. 
Lissla, but it’s a good feetie hurting cause you had fun.
YAY, it’s FRIDAY!!! I got a busy weekend planned. Mr. Anachi and I are gonna hit Home Depot to check out carpeting for the livingroom and paint for the old diningroom hutch that I want to move to the breakfast nook if I can envision the right paint job. Right now it’s just varnished crappy wood but I think if I can paint it with that crackly type paint, it would look cool. Mr. Anachi also has to buy some new flars for the front beds. Then on Sunday, The Princess[sup]TM[/sup] and I are gonna go to Penney’s and get some bedding. She needs new everything for hers and I gotta buy some sheets sets for the Grumpuses. So busy busy…which is okay cause it’s supposed to be rain-all-weekend here, too.
Tupug
I have made a decision. I am going to go buy a smoked ham and some good bread and a bunch of sammich fixins. That will be this weekend’s vittles. Plus since it’s gonn be ick weather all weekend maybe I’ll do something like waffles for breakfast tomorrow. Waffles and bacon. MMMMM… Anyways, the idea is to do as little cook type stuff as possible. I should probably inform ACBG of this at some point. Like he’d care as long as he got regular feedings.
I’m not afraid of girly-girls. They just get on my nerves. I have a very low Giggle and Squeel Threshold.
Catsmeow related trivia: We picked up Lucy in Goshen, Ohio. It was a lovely place.
Y’all are safe so far - the only saws we own are a table saw, a band saw, a scrollsaw (reciprocating saw. Whatever.) and a Radial Arm saw. No chain saw.
YET.
Oh, wait, we do have one of those really-cool extra-spiffy Craftsman Cordless Chop Saws. Think I could get anyone to stand still long enough to threaten 'em with it? snicker
They just don’t sound all that threatening, really - not like a chainsaw.
Re: pictures: sigh
Since The Rest Of Me also comes in triple-extra-large, I don’t much care to have pix taken of me yet. (Working on it. Reducing the extra-largeness of me, that is.)
I don’t suppose y’all’d just take my word for it that I’m a 42J?
No…didn’t think so.
I’ll have to negotiate the Posting Of Chesticle Pictures with DogDad. He might be jealous that a bunch of guys want to ogle my chest. Then again, maybe not, since that’s also his favorite pastime.
swampy, that’s pretty much what Extra-Large Chesticles are for - catching the food that falls off my fork before it makes it to the floor. It’s like a second chance at the food, before CurrentDog gets his little mouth on it.
But yeah, it’s real funny when I get food in my cleavage. Real embarassing, too, if I drop something on a white shirt and then have to go back to work. I don’t wear white much anymore…
DogDad always likes to offer to retrieve it for me, though, if it goes down INTO the cleavage area…
Dangit, I keep thinking of stuff I wanted to say AFTER I hit “submit”. Sheesh.
This is a picture of me from last year. You can sorta see the chesticles in that pic. Sorta. Sorry to anyone with any kind of fashion sense for having a red shirt and a blaze-orange Dork Hat on; it was hunting season and I prefer to not suffer from sudden explosive lead poisoning.
Yay! It’s Friday!
FCM, on my screen the one pot did look all kinda like robin’s egg blue, so I guess it’s just my screen. I thought it was pretty.
They say it’s supposed to rain, of course it’s supposed to rain; it’s the weekend! When I drove into work this morning the sky was clear and the sun was out, but the rain is supposed to move in by this afternoon.
The daughter’s concert was very lovely and was two hours long. I ordered a DVD of it so she can always have the memory.
Well, I guess I have to break down and call the doctor. I am all kinda puffy and swollen like and it won’t go down. My feet keep turning bright red and I have kankles. I’ve been taking OTC water pills, but they’re not touching it. I know OTC water pills aren’t as good as prescription, but I was trying to do something. I drink plenty of water and I’ve been avoiding sodium as much as I can. I’m calling at 9:00 to try and get an appointment. Le sigh…I really hate going to the doctor’s office.
For the record, I’m not a girly-girl either. Oh, I can get dressed to the nines and put some stuff on my face and what not, but I’m most comfortable in a pair of jeans and some sort of cotton shirt and comfortable shoes. I don’t get grossed out by baiting my own hooks, I clean the fish and I muck about in the garden all the time. Bugs don’t bother me and there was a time, at least with my first couple of cars, that I changed my own oil, did tune-ups and even changed the brakes. I’ll admit, I pay people to do that now.
When it comes to tool purchases, I’m the one who usually purchases them.
Tonight, I’ll be purchasing a shop vac so we can vacuum the boat when we bring it in from a day of fun.
I need to work now; I have a VTC in about an hour and a half and I want to get some stuff done.