yawn I’m so sleepy but had a fabulous day–weather was absolutely perfect, 75-80 degrees, cloudless blue sky, something of a breeze, all the fruit trees are in bloom, ridiculously perfect. Picked up the new Varley novel at the library, then took the dog out to the Sandy river where we joined about a million other people and two million of THEIR dogs in a running, swimming, stick fetching, ball chasing free for all in the sun. I wore shorts for the first time this year, yay! Got all sun drunk wandering around barefoot in the sand then headed home for leftover pizza. The SO fell asleep in front of his computer because a stray sunbeam was right in his face and forced him to close his eyes, then I zoned out on the couch–puppy was already sacked out on his pillow on the floor. Woke up, had some coconut macaroons and watched “Michael Clayton” which was an amazing movie and George Clooney is teh swooniest!
Just wow, I gotta say. Hope every single mumper has a day at least half that perfect sometime very soon because I think it’d do all of you a world of good!
Today my parish (well, officially Mom’s) is celebrating its patron saint, so yesterday there was a concert in the yard (and it definitely wasn’t cantatas); today there is no kid’s mass at 11:30 and no regular mass at 12:30, instead there will be one in the yard at noon. And lunch in a restaurant for anybody who wanted to sign up, for the second year. It used to be potluck, but people started overdoing things so the priests figured it was time for a change. It’s easier to just go to this restaurant than to try and convince the parish’ biggest mother hens (and its biggest father… hen, I mean, he’s a guy and married to one of those women but I swear he’s a mother hen) NOT to bring six or seven dishes plus three different cakes instead of only a single thing like every damn else. In the words of one of the priests: “do they think we’ve still got growing up to do?”
It’s sunny and warm, no wind.
I have a cold (got it from The Nephew), have popped cold pills and intend to make everybody at lunch sick.
And, seriously, **Haze **-- if you lose any weight there won’t be anything left! Tell all the the aunts to take a hike :rolleyes: (at the aunts, not at you)
Also
What she said
**FCM **-- I think haze’s and Swampy’s ring suggestions are **both **great (fabulous? :p). You do have enough fingers to wear both, don’t you?
**Nava **-- I think you’re current goal in life (giving everybody the gift (of Virus) that keeps on giving) is quite a laudable one
Yays, hugs and boos to everybody else, as appropriate – still on double time at work, to continue for the foreseeable future Having to take 3 days off due to kids’ vacation (which incidentally means I won’t be around all of Tuesday and Wednesday next week) doesn’t help – but as I told my boss “You can either let me take three days off now for vacation, or many, many days off later, for the divorce hearings!” :eek:
Home from the hospital. Doctor decreed HRH to be perfectly normal and adorable (which we already knew, right?). The hospital clinic is out of Hep A vaccine right now, so we will have to reschedule the jab, but the ear piercing more than made up for it in terms of tears! The hospital is about 30 minutes drive from our place, so the drive home with a screaming, sobbing, wailing, snot-blowing baby was truly fun! Envy me! HRH is now at MIL’s place being pampered and comforted, while I take a break to let my frazzled nerves settle down. Seriously, by the time we got to MIL’s house, I was nearly in tears!
That’s the reason matrons around here give for piercing ears as soon as the baby is born, if the parents want them pierced: newborns are already crying and in shock, so what’s one more sense being attacked and overloaded?
Grandma just managed to piss Mom off to the level of incoherency. May 1st is a national holiday; this year it’s a Thursday which means that by “bridging” the 2nd with one vacation day, most folks will get a 4-day weekend (except in Madrid City, where the 2nd is a local holiday). So Lilbro had offered to bring Mom down to Barcelona, he’d come back on Saturday as he has a Warhammer 40K game on Sunday. Grandma has told Mom not to go, Mom’s saying “she can tell me not to go to her house but she can’t tell me not to go to Barcelona!” Me, I’m glad I won’t be here next week… this sounds like it will be The Conversation for the next 5 or so weeks
Well, I did end up sneaking into TVLand last night after all. TVMan’s client showed up yesterday so he’ll be able to travel back to Akron with me this morning to finally collect my TV innards to work on. Hooray! I don’t know if I’ve ever showed you all my TV, but it’s a 1947Carlson-Stromberg that I bought at last year’s Antique Television convention. Currently, the only part of it that is working is the AM radio which TVMan restored sometime last year. The phonograph is out for repair with a guy in West Virginia that specializes in that sort of thing. And now TVMan has room on his workbench at last to work on the TV part.
I forgot to mention the funniest thing about yesterday. :rolleyes: While I was taking my grandma and next door neighbor out to the grocery store, my grandpa was supposed to be resting and relaxing. He spent his time taking the dogs out and running the vacuum cleaner. :smack:
To whoever asked (I don’t remember) the pink pants cookies are for one of my drug rep clients. They are a marketing tool for an incontinence drug. We’ll be leaving here in about an hour to go decorate them and I’ll definitely take lots of pictures because I’m happy with they way that they have turned out so far. We’ve done other drug theme cookies in the past and they don’t always turn out so nice. For instance, the last one that we did was for a prescription allergy medicine and the cookie was supposed to look like the bottle that the drug came in. However, to us, it just looked like a blue and white phallic symbol cookie. :eek:
I guess since you’re all gay and everything, you don’t understand the difference between an engagement ring and a wedding band. BAND! - That’s not the combo that plays at the reception.
Sheesh.
I slept in till about 6:30 - wow! So I feel pretty well-rested. And I dreamed that the people who share a fence with us decided to replace it with a shiny, new chain-link fence. Alas, that was just a dream - when I took the doggies out, the same crappy fakey fence was still there. I’m afraid to see what 300’ of 6’ chain link fence would cost. We’ve got that around 3 sides of our yard, but for some reason, the previous owners didn’t do the shared side. Instead it’s a cheapy, welded wire monstrosity that the dogs can crawl thru (the holes are quite large) but it lacks a gate, so I can’t chase them when they do get thru.
This morning’s adventure - I heard all kinds of growling and barking and I saw these two. Scruffy had “buried” her cookie in the corner behind the chair, and she was guarding it. Taz, being the brat he is, leapt on the seat and reached down to whack poor Scruffy. Taz thinks it’s a game, Scruffy thinks the cat wants her treat. They crack me up…
**FCD ** just got out of the shower - we’ll see if he wants to take me to breakfast.
Nava if mom and grandmom are both at lunch, cough on 'em! That’ll show 'em!
Good Mornin’ Y’all! Up and caffienatin’ here. It has been decreed that we shall go eat Chinese food after church. Fine by me. I like Chinese food and I ain’t payin’. The cheap side of me, however, did feel the need to bring up the fact that there are leftovers from last night that could be eaten. That got over ruled. So, I guess I shall have to force myself to go and eat a free Chinese lunch.
Dotty look at it this way. HRH will be all degrumped when she gets home from grandma’s. I don’t get the ear piercing thing myself. I mean, yeah, it’s pretty popular with guys (at least in the USofA) to get at least one ear pierced these days, but no thanks. I don’t see the need to go for any unnecessary pain. Nuttin’ against it, mind you, just not my thing.
Special1 I like your idea. Both rings would look lovely on MOOOOOOM.
**Pie ** - you might try a local school with an art department. Or check the yellow pages for ceramics supply companies - they might point you in the right direction. But be prepared for questions and concerns - if the clay is fired at too high a temperature, it will melt and ruin the kiln. So some places are very picky about what goes into their kilns.
If you’d had the good sense to live closer to me, I’d try to help you out, but I don’t know if this would work at long distance…
Well, that’s 3 rings; that leaves 7 fingers unadorned (I’m truly not awake; I just typed 8 and am now giggling madly at the speculation as to why FCM would have 11 fingers; it’s possible that I require more caffeine). Surely someone can come up with additional examples so that FCM can truly sparkle.
I was awake earlier than I wanted to be and finally gave up a bit ago and got up. Just had my oatmeal with dried cherries (yum) and am considering what to do with the rest of my morning…I have an hour before church and then maybe there’s brunch. It’s rainy out, so it’s indoors stuff for me, I think. Laundry, definitely and taxes. And I need to read at least part of my book group book. Haven’t even gotten it yet. I’m guessing it will be Sunday night before I know it.
Yay! We have three-quarters of one of them here, baked on Friday. It’s still good. I’m glad everyone enjoys it. It a nice, basic butter cake recipe, originally stolen from Laurie Colwin, with wording modifications.
I just found out something that may strain our marriage. Mr. Lissar eats Froot Loops.
Lovely selection, rosie. (But seriously…who wears those things? Don’t answer that. My grandmother owned some of the gaudiest stuff ever. I was amazed when she sent me the ring my grandpa allegedly bought her for their 60th and it turned out to be something I could wear.)
I’m shocked. Shocked, I tell you. How could you have overlooked asking about this important topic???
I really should get off…errr…the couch…and get moving.
Hey - could be worse. My friend Alice entertained some kids at breakfast by sticking Froot Loops up her nose. This was loooooong ago - my baby was still quite young, and of course, her most vivid memories of Alice involve those colorful circles of cereal in her nostrils.
Alice went on to got 2 masters degrees and she counsels women who have left abusive relationships. She’s a wonderful woman, if weird…
And we’re back from breakfast, filling my car, and checking on the boat. I’ve got a load of jeans and stuff in the washer, 2 more loads on deck. **FCD ** is still working on his design - his as in he’d assigned it to his underling and she didn’t bother doing it. She is no longer his underling, thanks to a reorganization, but he’s got to clean up after her. Poor guy hasn’t had a full weekend free in months. I’ve never met this underling, and I hope I never do. grrrrrrrrr
Afternoon again (or is it evening yet?). It’s only 5:30pm and HRH is already out for the count. I will likely pay for it in the morning, but the poor little poppet was absolutely beside herself and nearly asleep on her feet - she slept for 45 minutes this morning (8:30-9:15) and then was too het up the rest of the day from her traumatic experience to have an afternoon nap! So she had been awake for 8 hours straight when she finally conked out! I hope she sleeps 'til 6am, but I guess that is wishful thinking!
FCM, I like this one, or this one! I like a little bling in my wedding ring! Oooohh, Froot Loops up the nose? After the talk about wedding rings, that made me think of this thread!
Okay, me go kitchen find food for dinner now! Kthxbye!
Having to take 3 days off due to kids’ vacation (which incidentally means I won’t be around all of Tuesday and Wednesday next week) doesn’t help – but as I told my boss “You can either let me take three days off now for vacation, or many, many days off later, for the divorce hearings!” :eek:
I don’t know if I’ve ever showed you all my TV, but it’s a 
