Clearing my stuff – an MMP give-away, sorta

Spats that’s the Fred joke, not the Bubba joke. I’ll tell my story about it later on - I’m just driving by to say hi!

Good luck with your son, Rebo. How old is he? Sounds like it would be prudent to charge him the same rent he’s been paying at the place he’s leaving.

Glad to hear you’ll be in a good position to lose your stalker, Bobbio.

I started reading Midnight etc. a long time ago because my sometime-to-be-ex-SIL knows the author. Should probably pick it up sometime and actually finish it.

Off to get some errands run and to garden. Back once it’s dark out.

GT

Have every INCH of the wiring checked out. If a do-it-yourself “sparky” put 15 unprotected splices in the basement, there’s no telling how many horrors are lurking elsewhere.

Never fear. The seller is contractually obligated to correct the wiring at his expense before closing. Besides, I’m a EE, so I’m not easily bullshitted on the electrical codes.

The wiring problem is a very common practice in post-war houses around thes parts, BTW…

I just balanced the shops checkbook. Envy me!

I hope the slideshow works as intended… Some of the shots I took during the property inspection today.

Pictures

Swampy, you should be appalled to know that the black thing hanging from the white closet door in the one living room shot is a stuffed and mounted black bear head…

Bobbio, that’s a great looking house, despite all the dead animals! A little paint, a few personal touches, and you’ll be right at home. FCD wanted me to ask you if the laptop in the kitchen runs the dishwasher… :smiley:

The animals go with the seller. I asked that he leave one deer head, just to appall VunderWife. It worked… :wink:

The laptop on the kitchen table is mine. I’m too cheap to buy a memory card for the camera, so I have to drag along the notebook to dump off the pictures.

In time, I’ll have my PC hooked up to all of the kitchen appliances…

Oh, the notebook on the counter was the one the home inspectors used for their report writing… :smack:

That’s gonna be a great lair, Bobbio. When’s the MMPFest? We’ll camp. (Sez the girl who hasn’t actually camped since she was 6 years old.)

Ooooh, Drae, you are far too nice. Reminds me of the time I told a really bossy, self-centered, princess-type friend that she could be my roommate in the fall. Closer friends pointed out that she would bring her furniture, her personality and quickly make my home her home and drive me insane. She wasn’t happy when I told her that I’d changed my mind and wanted to live by myself (the rent was insanely cheap, but it was a really big apartment and I didn’t want to rattle around alone in it). Through a series of odd coincidences, I wound up with a much more appropriate roommate. Hope you can find a graceful way to get out of the ride sharing. Or maybe this means you really have to quit.

Anyway, Spats, I was going to tell you about the Fred Joke, which is what my college friends and I called your Bubba joke. We were a fun crowd, with several people who were former camp counselors and several people who were creative souls and great storytellers. Our Friday nights generally consisted of going out for a couple beers then going to someone’s apartment to watch TV or play games or tell stories or something. On special occasions, we would beg our friend M. to tell the Fred Joke[sup]TM[/sup], which we also known as “the longest joke in the world.” M. had turned telling this joke into an art. It took her at least 20 minutes to tell it properly. She added all sorts of details and strung it out and slowly built up to the punch line. It is my favorite joke ever.

A few months ago, in a fit of nostalgia, I wrote down my recollection of it. Need to dig it up…

And now I’m off to bed.

GT

great house, VBob, when’s the party? - we’ll all bring tents and sleeping bags (won’t we?) but you really need a pool, babe

Just saw Cars! It was really cute. Michael Keaton had a role.

Yeah. Is your offer to let me move in still good? Can I bring Mr. Lissar and maybe Attacks Husband, too?

Tomorrow is my First Day Off! (I have two- Friday and Saturday) Laundry, grocery shopping ,and maybe even getting reaquainted with Husband #1. Very exciting. I feel a little guilty about not working on Saturdays.

Oh, and when I was leaving for work today Neighbour Across the Way was moving out. Her parents were helping. It really was a serious fight.

Time for a snack and then bed.

Busy today, putting stuff BACK into cabinets and running errands from hell. #2 son comes home tomorrow! I have missed him. Daughter also returns, but she’s been away lots of times–this is #2 son’s second time away and the first time he’s gone to camp.

It is getting icky here–hot and humid. Ugh. I have put the air on. Yes, I’m a wuss.

Well, am I glad today is over! Ugh, it drug on forever at the office!

When I got home, though, hubby wanted to go out to dinner to celebrate his Million Mile Safe Driver Award, so we went to Red Robin. Hey, it’s close, easy, and the kids think it’s okay. I had a couple of Absolut Lemonades and the hubby had one Flat on Your Beak.

He’s decided to forego the Vegas trip. As it turns out, we wouldn’t have the money in time for the trip. I’m kind of relieved, to tell you the truth. I don’t have any burning desire to go there.

gt, although my back garden has three trees in it, the rest is sparsely populated. I have a couple few lavender plants, some plant that I can’t remember the name of, a struggling barbury shrub, and two just about dead gardenias.

Two years ago, the garden looked absolutely lovely. It was bursting with many varieties of annuals, some decorative grasses, and several other plants. It took me days to put that stuff in! I worked my ass off and fried my skin to a crisp, but it was worth it!

It’s difficult to tell in the picture, but that back garden should have really been terraced into a couple of levels. Consequently, the bark, not to mention the soil, is in a constant state of erosion.

Additionally, we were extremely negligent with our yard last year. We mowed it, pulled weeds when we saw them, but ignored the gardens. We were far too busy with the boat to bother with the yard, beyond minimum maintenance.

Consequently, I don’t really have much in the way of flowers or decorative plants in the back.

The three trees are a Japanese Laceleaf Maple, a Coral Bark Maple, and a Weeping Pussy Willow. I love the coral bark maple. It’s bark is bright red in the winter. When it first sprouts leaves in the spring, the leaves are almost a bright, limey-florescent green. The contrast between the bark and leaves is really cool looking.

My dream would be to have a landscape designer and garden architect come and do the whole backyard. Unfortunately, I do not live the life of a rich and famous person, so it will be my back breaking labor that will turn the yard into something nice. The backyard grass is doing extremely poorly because the developer’s landscapers really, really chintzed out on the top soil before they laid the sod. They should have put a several inches thick layer of topsoil on, but there’s no way they could have. The damn netting from the sod is actually poking through now!

I’d like to lay a very thick layer of topsoil down and re-sod it. Nothing like instant gratification! But, at the most, we’ll put a thick layer of topsoil down and seed the hell out of it. Then we’ll have to wait for the grass to grow again.

Bobbio, are going to be keeping the SDMB goats at your place? The reason I ask is that it appears you have a metric buttload of mowing to do at that place! It looks very comfy. Once you and the wife put your own personal touches in there, it should be very nice. I second the CEE-ment pond thing. If you’re gonna have PEE-cans, you gotta have a CEE-ment pond!

I’m sure there are many other things to address, but I’m a little tuckered out. I think I’m going to stare at the TV for awhile. I don’t even have the energy to read!

I gotta hang in here better huh? I get lost missing half a day…

Bobbio, cool house, remember to call your favorite BG for the bonfire.

So…my evening saga:

I met Mike so we could buy extra cheapo raffle prizes for the golf outing on Tuesday. We went to Meijer, headed for the clearance aisle and found TONS of $5 clubs, $10 bags and a couple $23 entire sets. Wheeeeee!

Then the Wife calls and says she has train problems and got dropped off from the train about 20 miles from her stop. “Luckily”, her friend got off there too and offered her a ride. Not home, but instead to a pizza place 45 minuts from home. Where I went to get her, and was forced to eat pizza and drink Sam’s Summer Ale.

Now I’m home with the Kid and her friend Kristen making up a phony personal story for her on-line summer class. So far we have:

"Hi, my name is Bus Kid. I floated to America on a raft from Cuba. Years later my little brother caused an international sensation when he tried the same trick. Strangers found me and put me in the circus in Seattle. I had a friend that I called Star, he called me Bucks, for no apparent reason.

The rest is history."

And SHE’S the sober one.

NOTE: That is not an admission of PWD (posting whilst drunked). I am not that, I have only imbibed in moderation, and that mostly since i got home.

Guess what the noise is that 2 twenty year old girls make watching people eat beetles and leeches on Fear Factor?

It’s like this:

OHMYGOSHSQUEEWWICKYICKYOOHTHATSGOINGTOEATYOURSTOMACHICANTBELIEVEIMWATCHINHGTHISDONTTHEYGETROOTBEERORSOMETHINGOOHTHISISSICKTURNITDADTURNITDAD!!!

:eek:

Hehe. Good to see you , MBG!

Lucky you. Our home was purchased as-is, with no contingencies, credits or charge-backs. If there were any wiring problems, tough luck for us.

Happily, the only problem is the single GFCI circuit that threads its way from the garage to the downstairs powder room, one of the outlets in the family room, off to the kitchen, spurs off to an outside outlet, and up to the two bathrooms upstairs. So, any time someone trips the circuit (like a houseguest did last weekend with two curling irons while the coffee pot was on) or the outside outlet gets too damp, it all goes out. Guess which outlet in the family room powers the TV? :smack:

Dyson owes us another commission - after hearing us go on about how great those things are, she went off and bought one.

I’ve been remiss in mentioning the most MPSIMS moment of yesterday: VunderWife and I witnessed the death of a basketball.

I took a knapsack along to the inspection that had my laptop, camera, measuring devices, and sundry other implements of destruction along, and like the idjit I am, I left it in the kitchen. So, we’re 30 miles away and I’m headed back to work when the agent calls and asks if the black bag is mine…

We turn around and head back. We get stuck behind a semi, and as we come to a little town called Whaleyville, there are some teens playing in a yard on the other side of the road. A basketball comes rolling across, and happens to meet the driver’s side wheels in back. The bang was exquisite, and the trailer didn’t even bump.

The looks on those kid’s faces was something to behold… :eek: :rolleyes: and :smack: don’t even begin to describe them…

Seriously, I’m talking about a ‘welcome home’ hog roast Labor Day weekend…