What part of the Declaration of Independence addresses Royal Babbehs??
I’m sick to death of Royal obsessions, whether weddings, pregnancies, affairs, deaths, or whatever. But I feel the same way about “Breaking News” that turns out to be another celeb going into rehab or another jock being arrested for something stupid. All news program directors and all news network execs should be ashamed of the amount of crap they spew. Not that there’s much news, anyway - there’s way too much opinion being portrayed as news… :mad:
You don’t have to give a damn- I certainly don’t. You just have to put up with a bunch of other people who apparently do give a damn for some reason…
I had fun playing with my cousin’s babbeh this weekend, but I can’t drum up any interest in some privileged little critter I’m never going to have anything to do with.
Unless they at least do something interesting like:
a) auctioning off naming rights,
b) swap babies for every photo op to troll the paparazzi,
c) (bare minimum) stick a video of it doing something funny on youtube,
it’s just another person among the 8 billion, and I don’t care.
I thought I would be rude to say I don’t care about Royal Babies, or royalty at all.
Nothing quite makes my blood boil so much as to hear ‘The Kennedys are America’s Royalty’, we ain’t go no stinking royalty!
I suppose titles mean something to somebody somewhere but that person isn’t me.
My mother’s bf’s son has had to deal with royalty (not Brittish) where he works and I would never last with them. You aren’t allowed to turn your back to them, you have to back out of the room, you aren’t allowed to make eye contact, I’m afraid I’d be tempted to give them a great big ol’ 1 finger salute.
However I do have to admit that the British Royals do give their kids interesting name combinations. Spaz that is the song I was expecting and as far as earworms go, it could be a lot worse.
I did my part to ignore The Baby last night by watching King Ralph. Sometimes you need a goofy John Goodman movie.
My left foot is giving me fits. Lots of pain, especially when I try to walk. From what I’ve read, this is normal and expected since the nerve roots on the left side get moved aside when the bad discs are removed and replaced with the fusion hardware and graft material. I just have to keep reminding myself that it’s not even three weeks post-op… So many questions for Spineydoc and the physical terrorist when I see them next Thursday. I definitely need him to set the disability people straight. They have my initial return to work penciled in as August 2. I don’t think so!
I still can’t quite grok the range of experiences people have. Online, I see some saying they were out of work for six months on up to a year after a “complex” fusion like I had, and then there’s someone I know who was back on stage, performing after only two weeks, and pushing a lawn mower at six weeks. They only had a single level, but still, I wonder if they’re not overdoing it.
BLURF!
I live near the river, but also 150-200 vertical feet from it. My house is quite near the top of the hill & my bedroom is on the second story, which is where I was a two-sumpin’ AM, passed out; unconscious; sawing wood; snoozing; & otherwise sleeping when phone starts going all sorts of nuts. Apparently the National Weather Service has decided to issue an emergency T-boomer/flash flood alert, which will, of course expire before I rouse myself to a vertical position. Ifn I need to worry about flash flooding where I was, I had better call Noah’s 40 day taxi service. :eek:
Oooohhhh,now there’s an idea, a different race for each time on the balcony, or better yet, a different species; a babbeh, a pupper, a goat, a chimp.
I did a little weeding in the front bed, and I’m pretty sure something stung me. I didn’t see it happen, but I felt it, and the area is swollen and hot. According to first aid, I should ice it. Guess I’ll do that.
Meanwhile, I’m showered and dressed for my crabber adventure - I’ll need to leave in a couple of hours unless he comes in early. We shall see…
I did! I took Seany’s advice after running around to three stores and finding nothing, and did the OXY paste with detergent, used a tooth brush to rub it in, washed it on gentle, and it looks fantastic! I am so happy. Dry clean only be damned, LOL
Mooooom, of course I brought you all tacky souvenirs from my trip! Sunday was officially Belgium’s “national day” so there were loads of flags being waved all over the place - you could buy them everywhere along with little cardboard crowns (they had a change of monarch on Sunday too). In fact, if you were really clever, you could probably make the flags and crowns into coasters…
I have continued to ignore the royal bratling by not watching the news and doing half an hour on the wii instead.
Well, that was fun! Just before 11, I got a message that my crabber was coming in at noon instead of 2. So I crated the dog, grabbed all my stuff and loaded the car, just as **FCD **was getting back on his bike from an errand. He went along with me and we got there in plenty of time, but darned if the guy didn’t show up exactly at 12! Turns out he crabs right there on the creek, so it only takes him a few minutes to quit crabbing and head in.
After doing the monitoring thing, we went to a new BBQ place, and I have to say, I wasn’t extremely impressed, altho they did have smoked turkey and it was pretty good. Then we stopped by WalMart so I could get some antihistimine - my left hand is all swollen and hot from the sting/bite. Icing it didn’t help a whole lot.
Once we got home, I boxed up something I needed to mail, then ran by an Amish market (for a cantaloupe and some peaches) before going to the stoopit post office which is closed between 10 and 3. :rolleyes: I got to drive to another post office to get my package mailed off, and now I’m home. Whew!!
**FCD **wants meatloaf for supper - the ground beef is thawing. I’ll start building it in an hour or so.
**BBBobbio **- yeah, that’s the one. It’s got a fairly small menu, and it’s more like a fast food joint than a restaurant. And it’s LOUD inside. I won’t miss it if I never go back.
I must’ve been really tired after walking all over town yesterday. Oh well, at least I’m on vacation, I suppose.
