Mika, you forgot that it weighs eaight pounds 
Slighly bigger than a baby.
No one did a damn thing while I was gone. They left it all for me.
Oh, Lori, my dispatcher has routes nearly complete, so she gets a gold star.
The rest of my [del]idiots[/del] staff sat here and waited to tell me what I should be doing for them this week.
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Thank you for confirming that I am not the only one to think that way. 
I’m so happy it’s Friday. I’d be happier if it were about 5:30 this afternoon, though.
That zuccini will be tougher than … um, you know what. I wouldn’t eat it.
I’m sorry about your back doggieB! But you have me giggling with
I don’t know how many “gigs” I have, I truly don’t. I do, however, know that none of my gigs contain pr!on. I will tell you that hooked up and at my disposal at my home are three computers and one laptop. Plus my work computer. I think there are more in the basement. We have way too many computers.
I have new pictures! But …they’re on one of the home computers, so no sharing yet. Be prepared for extreme cuteness, however; I’ve got fabulous shots of my baby’s long curly hair. (Yes, I know he’s a boy. When you see it you’ll know why we can’t bear to cut it off!)
Man, I wish I had that ridiculous an amount of time on my hands. I have a 400g hd right now in my computer that’s about half-full of stuff, but it’s not hooked up right now because I haven’t needed anything on it. And then my 200g has about 50 free gigs on it.
That’s slightly higher than 310 gigs, but not by a useful amount. An industrious person could download 40 gigs of stuff in a couple of days.
Wal-mart. 6 bucks for 3 pairs. (although I have discovered the neatness of the spandexy-lycraey boxer briefs. They have a little pouch sewn in to cradle your meat!)
Paging FCM’s I DID NOT NEED TO SEE THAT thread …
Good morning everybody! Today is my last day of posting for about 6 or 7 days. I don’t know how I’ll survive without my Dope and the Kool Kids of the MMP.
The only reason I am posting now and not busily doing something productive, like packing, is that I have color in my hair and and I’m waiting to hop in the shower.
Li-Li, about the only thing your humongo zuchinni will be good for is bread. That’s what I did with all my huge zucchinnis. I made chocolate-zuni bread, lemon-zuni bread, ginger-zuni bread, regular zuni bread. It was all good and I used the zuchinnis up. I’m glad to hear your knee is doing better.
gt, I’m glad to read you’re on the mend too.
I do not have porn on my hard drives. I have teenagers…just not a good idea.
Spats, the restaurant sounds cool. However, you were definitely ripped off on the gratuity thing.
I better rinse this crap out of my hair now.
**Spats ** - that type of eatery is called a churrascaria - essentially, a Brazillian BBQ joint. Green Field is one of the chains, there are others. They have some balls, tho, charging you 25% tip for service which was half do-it-yourself
Also I cannot wait to find out more about that HVD; but I really doubt Wiki is the place to do it.
I was thinking about running it through the food processor and freezing it for baked goods.
I was an hour late to work today. Why is a funny story, but it only if you live here, otherwise it’s waaaaayyyyy too mundane and pointless to share. But it’s still funny. <snerk> My co-workers who came to pick me up at the car shop (eventually, once they found it, after touring most of Silicon Valley) were quite embarrassed. On the other hand, I’ll never ask them for a ride again. So there’s an upside for them.
It did remind me of a time when my dad got lost. We were teasing him - where are we, Daddy? Are we there yet? He was sure it was around here somewhere. “I think you’re lost, Daddy. Where are we going, Daddy?” “Well, Goddamnit anyway.” And there we were. “Oh, I didn’t know we were going to Goddammit Anyway.” Forever after, when my dad got lost, we would tell each other, “Dad’s going to Goddamit Anyway. Are we going to Goddammit Anyway again?” It was rare that we got the chance to taunt my father, so we took every chance we got, even though we got hit for it, it was worth it.
You know, my brother and I revert about 20-25 years when we get in the backseat of a car together. Does anyone else do this or are we just special? Judging by my mom’s boyfriend’s reaction, I think we’re just special. I swear, about ten minutes into the drive we’re going at it like we’re kids again. Quit touching me! Get on your own side! That’s the line, don’t cross it! Why are you trying to lie down? Don’t touch me!!! In chorus: Mooooommmm!, which leads to “Jesus Christ, you two, if you don’t stop it, you can walk home! What’s the fuck’s the matter with you? If you’re not too old to fight, you’re not too big to hit, so if you don’t quit it, I will.” (My family is extremely profane. My brother’s second word was fuck. His first complete sentence was fuck you. For some reason, that didn’t make it into the baby book. )
Mmmm, giant zucchini! My brother’s dog loved zucchini more than anything else in the world, especially the big ones. If you turned her loose in the garden, she would immediately find the supersized zukes and start chomping. But she preferred them steamed. My mom would use a carrot cake recipe, substituting non-dog chomped zucchini for carrots, with cream cheese frosting. Yum!
I understand this, especially since they’d find it for sure. But you are depriving them of a valuable opportunity to find it.
Jahdra, your coworkers got lost looking for you, I presume? That is funny.
You must tell me how you got teenagers onto your hard drive
I finally told my kids to get up and help out with some of the household chores. They are in the kitchen making some breakfast and then they’ll be working their tails off. I’ve got the dishes washed (only to have to do another load when they’re done). When they’re done in the kitchen I’ll bleach my countertops, vacuum the kitchen floor, then wash it.
Next, I’ll scrub the rest of my bathroom out and vaccuum my bedroom, the bonus room, and upstairs hallway. After that, I’ll head to the grocery store. Then I’ll come back, start packing, and vaccuum the downstairs again.
After all the vaccuuming is done, I’ll finish packing so we can load up the rig. That way, the only thing that needs to go in the rig in the morning is the stuff we’ll put in the cooler.
After that, I’ll make a list of where stuff is for the housesitter. I’ll also mention the fact that garbage and recycle day is Wednesday and ask her to take that stuff down on Tuesday night.
The housesitter will swing by around 9:30 tonight to pick up the key and we’ll show her where stuff is.
I’ll be sure to leave out a clean set of sheets for her and then all should be good.
Whew!
You guys, I am KICKING ASS and getting so much of my work done. See, that’s why they have no problem with leaving me alone, cause I’m responsible and all that. And since this is such a small office, I actually get more work done when I’m alone cause there’s no one talking to me.
Hah! They morphed right into it. They positively LIVE for the computers.
That’s what I get for not properly checking my sentence structure.
My hard drive is teenagers. Five hundred of 'em in the basement doing calculations.
What? Stop looking at me like that - they get health plans. I’m not cruel.
me too! I shut my door, except to grab lunch and say HI! to the new people we hired this summer, and I’ve been a workin’ dynamo!
I found this video utterly annoying in English:
But dubbed with a Hindi voiceover, for some reason it cracks me up:
