One of my co-workers says Anderson Cooper is her TV Boyfriend. Another co-worker used to refer to all the celebrities/writers/cute customers he liked as his ‘future husbands’. He approved of my Multiple Husband system. 
Back from work, and waiting for Mr. Lissar to get back from a seminar. He’s out really late considering his mandatory 5:00 getting-out-of-bed time.
I’m hungry. I’ve eaten one bowl of cereal and one pulled pork sandwich today. I didn’t want dinner. Time for food.
Small world time: Last year when Papa Tiger and I were looking for a place to live when we moved back up here, we made an appointment via serial voicemails to go look at one place. The guy who shows up and Papa T. keep looking at each other, and start trying to figure out where they know each other from. Then they get it: They worked together eight years ago in Georgia. The guy was just showing the place for his girlfriend. Too bad the place didn’t have a good fenced yard for our pups; they were going to let us have it without going through all the normal application aggravation.
That’s only the most recent small world event, though. One thing I’ve learned with Papa T., he’s the king of networkers, so wherever we go he knows someone. We’ve met several people we both already had met separately before we ever met each other, too. It stopped being amazing a long time ago.
Mornin’ Y’all! Just doin’ a quick driveby before the funness that is my job cranks up today. I need to finish a couple things here in the office, then go to Vienna, GA, then come back by here to check on a couple things then (yeehaa!) go to Waycross. EC I’ll be sure and try to wave at the bimbo person from MITGOGAE for ya.
Happy Thursday!
Yep…my brother’s a networker too… Hmmmm…maybe Papa Tiger knows him?
Mika, GM it was…and still is, as far as I know. They’re doing badly, but still around.
Water looks bad, dogb. Hope things get better fast.
Have fun in Waycross, swampy. OK…have a tolerable time.
Shouldn’t I be getting ready for work?
GT
Maddy the VunderDog was funny last night. Water, water everywhere, and she thought it was very cool, until she stepped in it. Then she got very prissy. French Bulldogs are not known for their prissiness, either.
All of the flooding I know of was gone this morning. The VunderCar complained a bit when I started it today; I might have a small leak in the ignition system somewhere; by the time the engine was warm enough to register the water temperature, everything had settled down.
Oh, and joy of joys: my cyberstalker is coming to town next week, intent on seeing me. :mad:
I do that gt, I fall deeply in lust about 15-20 times a week. Thank goodness I have a short attention span (what was I saying…?) and a pretty mean wife (oops, forgot the comma in between there…or did I? ) or I’d get myself in big trouble.
I’m sitting in Panera enjoying a bagel and coffee and thinking I may not even make it IN to work today, this is so nice.
I only brought this in to pay some bills over breakfast, but of course I ended up here, MMP’ing away, so maybe just a BIT longer before I go in and face real people at work.
Yeah, that’s the ticky, just a little more goofing off first…
Gosh, I missed all of the bridge talk, and all about people’s commutes. I’ll just share anyway:
My commute is a horrendous, challenging, vicious 5 minutes drive. Some days, if traffic’s really bad, it’s a ten minute drive. I don’t know how I stand it.
The female welbybrat graduates high school today. The male tomorrow. FINALLY they can both get jobs and start supporting me in the style to which I am accustomed. Whoo hoo!
Last night I made ribs on the grill for dinner. I put "Welby’s Special Extra Tasty Relatively Spicy Home Made Dry Rub[sup]TM[/sup] on them. They were yummy.
My work here is done.
I feel the pain. I’m training the new girl for the rest of the week, and while I’m sure she’d be intrigued and not at all put out if I were constantly checking the Dope while she was at my desk, I feel a little funny about it. So I just check real quick while she’s in the bathroom and stuff. 
Dinner with my ex’s ex and daughter, (and grandma, and daughter’s best friend) went well enough. It was a bit strange to say the least. Brandi is a cute little thing. She’s 17 years old. They’re going back home to Dallas today.
Last night my son told me that he and his roommate had a falling out, and son doesn’t have a place to live. He’s been staying with other friends for the last four days. I’m considering letting him come stay with us. I must be crazy. We would have to have a family meeting, and set up the ground rules. I don’t even know how Tom would feel about it. Like me, I’m sure he would be a bit skeptical. I’m thinking that in charging him rent, I would use that money to make him straighten out his warrants and suspended driver’s license. We’ll see. I’d hate for him to lose his job again because he’s homeless. AAGGGHH!!
Yeah, when I trained my replacement at the old job, it seriously cut into my email and Dope time also. I couldn’t give her the impression that I wasn’t working every minute of every day on her first day at the new job, could I??
gt, I did work on getting it put into the contract, but it was that or the signing bonus and well… it didn’t take long to make that decision! 
dogb, it’s so funny that you mentioned the flooding at the Crabtree Valley Mall. When I read the MMP this morning, I had just read an email from my ex-bf who lives down there and he mentioned the same thing. It sounds like it was pretty bad around Raleigh.
I’m with you on the 5 minute commute, welby. This is my first exposure to a really short commute, and it’s awfully nice. I see the traffic reports on tv every morning, and I’m just so glad I don’t have to deal with that. Today’s traffic issue around here apparently is something or other downtown that Donald Trump is speaking at. It’s expected to tie up both the morning and afternoon commutes Bleh. But not mine!
It is a small world, see? My point. I lived in Warren, MI for a good portion of my life. Only recently have I stopped calling it my hometown - I really don’t have one, but now I’m more familiar with NY.
This reminds me of one of my favorite jokes. Stop me if you’ve heard this one - oh wait, you can’t. Oh well.
So one day this guy John is hanging out in a bar, and he meets this other guy named Bubba. The two of them start talking and become fast friends. John notices that everyone else in the bar seems to know Bubba. John says to Bubba, “Hey, is there anyone you don’t know?” Bubba replies, “Nope.” John is skeptical, “C’mon, even the big rock stars?” The next thing John knows, he’s stepping off an airplane in Los Angeles and heading for Beverly Hills. They arrive at Mick Jagger’s house and ring the doorbell. Bubba and his guest are warmly welcomed in for a couple of beers and to see Jagger’s huge home theater system. As John and Bubba are leaving, John says, “Okay fine, you know some rock stars. But do you know the President?” The next thing he knows, they’re warmly welcomed into the White House for a spot of coffee.
Har har chuckle chuckle. SO, anyway, I watched Jay Leno last night. I did this because I knew he would have both George Carlin and Ann Coulter on the show. I expected sparks to fly. I expected something. But no. Total rip off. George came out and did his thing, then he talked with Jay. Then Ann came out and she talked with Jay, and in the process occasionally threw a remark over at George, who remained silent. Maybe nodded. And that was it. No disagreements, no arguing, no Pundit Cage Death Match. Nothing, nada, zip, zilch, ZERO. I was very disappointed.
Speaking of pundits …
Not sure now much longer I’ll continue trees before I branch out into other areas.
CONGRATS, WELBYBRATS!!
Dolores, your son needs to be more assertive. That way his roommate is the one out on his ass.
Ok, fine, Spats made me put up my favorite joke. Joke time! Spats might actually like this one, it’s full of entendres. (Double, single, I can’t remember the rule.) I may have shared this one but as Spats says, you can’t stop me!
The Hunchback of Notre Dame fell off his tower and died. The Abbot put out an ad for a replacement. A guy came to the door with no arms and no legs, and asked to ring the bell. The Abbot said, “How can you ring the bell with no arms and no legs?” And the guy shows him how he can ring the bells beautifully with his mouth. So the Abbot hires him, but next day as he’s ringing the bells the new guy falls off, too. And as the crowd gathers around they ask one guy, “Who was he?” And the guy says, “I don’t know, but his face sure rings a bell.”
NOT DONE YET!
So the Abbot puts out another ad and lo and behold comes another guy to the door. The new guy says, “Listen, I’m Quasimodo’s brother, I feel responsible, I’ll ring the bells and you pay me whatever you paid him.” He even looks just like Quasimodo. So the Abbot says sure but a day or two later he falls off the bell tower, too, and as the crowd gathers around they ask the Abbot, “Who was this?” And the Abbot says,
“He’s a dead ringer for his brother.”
Thank you, I’ll be here all week, try the veal!
I laughed at all three jokes.
Do I need medication?
The cabinets are in and only one is nonfunctional! How about that! Off to order the countertops today, as well as the backsplash tile. Then I buy books for grad school and then I clean and garden. My son has a make up soccer game today at 1730. It looks to be a nice day. No workers OR grunge rock in my house today–callou, callay!
Since we’re telling jokes, I’ll throw this one out that I heard from my brother last week:
The telephone rings and a little girl picks it up and says “Hello?”
“Hi honey!” says the man on the other end, “It’s Daddy. Do you know where mommy is?”
“Hi Daddy! Yes, mommy is upstairs in the bedroom with uncle Paul.”
“You don’t have and uncle Paul honey.”
“Yes I do, and he’s upstairs in the bedroom with mommy.”
“Okay honey,” says the dad. “Here’s what I want you to do: Run upstairs and open the door and say ‘Daddy’s car just pulled in the driveway!’ and then run back down stairs and tell me what happened.”
“Okay Daddy” And the little girl puts down the phone, then comes back a few minutes later and says “I did what you told me to Daddy.”
“Well what happened honey?”
“Well, mommy jumped up from the bed and she was naked and she tripped over some clothes and hit her head on the corner of the dresser and now her head is bleeding and she’s not moving.”
“Wow. What about your Uncle Paul?”
“Well he jumped out of bed too and he was naked too and he decided to jump out of the window into the pool, but I guess he didn’t know the pool was empty because you were cleaning it and now he’s in there screaming and screaming for help.”
And the man says “Pool? Is this 555-2871?”
The ‘Dead Ringer’ joke is one of Mr. Lissar’s favourites, along with a fine collection of really horrible puns.
Congrats, [bwelbybrats**! Start making money and supporting your parents!
Hey, the Arguing Italian Construction Guys are back! Cool.
The girl who lives directly across from us had a very loud screaming fight with her boyfiriend last night. We were just on the verge of doing something (calling the police/knocking and asking if they were all right) when they quieted down. It sounded on the point of violence, and we were worried.
Today I should clean the kitchen and sweep, vacuum and mop before work. I should also eat something containing veggies today. I have been on a steady diet of mostly cereal for a couple of days.
Good morning everybody!
Just a quick “pop-in” to say hello.
That rain sure sounds bad. Sounds like our winter rains and flooding.
I was very busy yesterday and didn’t have time to post. Didja even miss me? :dubious:
That pasta salad recipe sounds fabo! I’m going to have to try it sometime. This weekend, however, I have been tasked with making my world-famous lasagne in honor of Father’s Day. It’s an all day affair, but it turns out damn tasty. I haven’t made in ages, so it’s about time I make it again.
I don’t have any cute quips, puns or jokes right now. I’ll have to search through my joke library.
Well, I better get to work. Blech! I don’t feel like it.
Oooops! I didn’t mean to forget, but many congrats to the welbybrats!
I missed the “dead ringer” joke - were both halves of it told?
on the topic of “who’s that with Bubba?” - My cousin went to SUNY Stonybrook - for easily 10 years after we graduated, whereever we went, she ran into someone from there. She connects with people very easily, a trait, I keep telling her, will get her into serious trouble one day. She also goes to a lot of shows (plays on and off b’way, the Met, subscription theatres) and has made friends with two up and coming actors, one of whom has been nominated twice for Tonys (I’m not sure if he won or not - I’ll get back to you on that)