Did something happen, VBob? I can’t quite make it out on your post…
Dotty, nice as the LV bag is, it’s nowhere near big enough for the amount of rocks your husband deserves!
I found that at one show I did. There were several pieces I thought about leaving home, but I wanted to fill the shelves, so I took them. Two sold, much to my surprise! But there’s a black and white one that I just love and it’s been in 6 shows so far. What does that say about my taste?!? 
I’m enjoying a lunch of leftover Death Chicken - it really doesn’t work as well with white meat. I just finished spot cleaning the carpets, and now there are clean spots all over the carpet, dammit!! :smack: I have neither the time nor the inclination to clean any one entire room, let alone 3 and a hallway. But with 4 animals and 4 adults, all the clean should be gone soon. I’ll do a real shampooing in the spring when I can open the house up.
Second load of laundry in the machine, 2 more to go, I think. I’ll probably wash the afghans from the family room since they’re used a lot and they’re getting a doggy smell - Scruffy likes to sleep on them.
Taz and Ziva are becoming the kind of buddies I had hoped. Last night and this morning, they were rasslin’ with each other. Huzzah!
Dotty, I promise this is not a snarky question. What precisely about that bag is worth $1000? Is it the style? The material? The name? The reputation? There was a show on TV this morning called “The World’s Most Expensive” or something similar, and they interviewed a woman who had half a million dollars in Jimmy Choo shoes, another shop owner selling a diamond encrusted dog collar, and a bartender who sold a cocktail with a diamond in the bottom of the glass for $80K. Conspicuous consumption aside (because that’s all the dog collar and cocktail were) what is it about certain items that commands such prices?
On preview: Congrats, BBBOBBIO!!!
Congrats, bbbobbio!!
FCM, for me I think it’s a combination of the style, the material, the name and the reputation (and a teensy weensy little bit of “Look at me, I have a 'spensive bag. Neener neener!”). LV bags are very well made and hold their shape and style well after years of use - one of my friends has one that her husband bought her about 15 years back, and the only sign of wear is that the colouring of the leather straps has darkened. $1000 is a lot of dosh, and normally I wouldn’t dream of spending that much money on a bag, but I can honestly say this is the first time in my adult life (all 17 years of being a grown-up) that I have been truly, absolutely, completely, totally, utterly debt-free (and have some savings)! So, while I wouldn’t stoop to murder for a handbag (Muppet, I’m looking at you! 
), I feel completely at ease with my decision to splurge on myself! 
Good morning my lovelies. I’m up, I have my coffee, and shortly I’ll clean myself up.
Congrats Bobbio!
That is a cute bag, Dotty. It sounds as though you’re in the perfect position to have such a bag.
You know, I don’t want to be super uber rich. What I would really like is to be debt-free and have enough money to enjoy life without worrying about robbing Peter to pay Paul. I’m not talking about jetting off to some foreign country every month, but having enough money to feel comfortable about every purchase without guilt.
Other than taking my daughter to Tacoma for her Sociology project, I don’t have much in the way of plans. I feel like I’ve been running all weekend long. Just once, I’d like to have a long weekend that didn’t consist of running errands, grocery shopping, and running people to and fro.
Yay for Bobbio!! jumps up and down, clapping hands in glee That’s so cool, and you’re a cool dude for taking all that time and effort for a volunteer position–you’re getting all kinds of angel points stored up, I’m sure! {{{MWAH!}}}
As to $1K bags, I can kinda see some of them, but I’m totally baffled by LV bags, or any bag with the logo stamped all over it. The way I see it, if it’s going to be advertising THEM wherever I go, they should pay ME! The thing is, they’re all made of dead cow, the leather doesn’t come from anyplace special, and they’re all put together in sweatshops where coolies get paid ten cents a month so where is all that $$ going? Also, some of these things are ass ugly–who would pay over FOUR GRAND to sport something like this? I can guarantee if you want something that looks that cheap and crappy you can probably find it at WalMart for forty bucks, just sayin’…
So, can someone who understands these things please explain to my why this black leather hobo bag is $700 while this black leather hobo bag is $1600? And why are both of those so much better than this black leather hobo bag for $250? What makes one so much “better” than the other to justify the extra grand-plus? I really don’t think anybody hand massaged that cow before it was ritually sacrificed by virgins to make the leather to make the purses–which to all intents and purposes, i.e., schlepping your crap around, are identical, so what’s the mysterious difference aside from purchaser perception?
Also, if you spend that much on ONE bag, aren’t you just stuck with that one color and style of bag? What if it doesn’t go with what you’re wearing? Wouldn’t it make more sense to have four $250 bags in different colors/styles to change up your wardrobe more? Doesn’t it kinda poke holes in your “I gots enough $$ to afford this here purse” if you ONLY have enough money for that ONE purse? Doesn’t it only REALLY make sense from the neener neener perspective if you have several? Which could get pretty expensive after a while…
I gotta stop thinking about this stuff, it makes my inner hippie come raging out of her mud hut… 
Can somebody explain to me why Himself arranged to have somebody come over for an emergency laptop virusectomy at ten but he’s still in bed a half hour later than that? Don’t you guys think he should get his LAZY ASS OUT OF BED? This staying up until 2-3AM shit needs to cease…
Haze, in our house it’s Himself who wakes up screaming from nightmares and sometimes stays mad at me all day for stuff I did in HIS dreams. :rolleyes: Either you get it or you don’t–I almost never remember my dreams so I have a hard time comprehending how sleeping brain movies can color waking perceptions. Don’t be too hard on the boy, although smacking him with a pillow for being insensitive to how you feel, regardless of what caused it, is perfectly acceptable.
I’m with you on the mods/bannings stuff, Nava, the idea of Ed modding the Pit on his own just gives me the heebie jeebies. Guy needs to get his own lawn somewhere else he can yell at people to get off of…
My last two nights have been filled with strange dreams and nightmares.
The night before last, I had such a horrible nightmare I was trying to will myself to wake up. I dreamed I was dying in some horrible way, but I can’t remember how now. Anyway, it was bad enough that I can remember yelling to myself in the dream, “Wake up! Wake up!” over and over again.
What followed that was yet another nightmare about dying. I don’t remember the beginning, but in the end I was sitting in a room talking to someone begging them to get a hold of my husband so I could give him my personal belongings and tell him where all the paperwork was. I don’t know WHO I was talking to, but they asked why I was there and I told them I had one heroin and was to be executed in the next few minutes. At that point I started bawling my eyes out.
I woke up from both of those dreams extremely upset. The second dream made no sense at all. I have never, ever done heroin and have no desire to ever do it.
Last night was full of disturbing dreams as well, but I can’t really recall them. They just woke me up, repeatedly.
As to the mod/pit/changes issue…well, I’m just holding my breath.
Awww, I want the big kitty, cracked head and all! Has anyone claimed it yet?
bobkitty, no one has called dibs, so if you email me your info, I’ll get it boxed up and on its way.
Last load in the washer. SIL has taken the garbage, then gone to work. The house is mine for a little while. I think I’ll empty the dishwasher and bake some cookies…
I’ll take a random pot, please.
I’m going to make a “Doper” display/thingie - My Christmas cards, my Valentines and hopefully my pot.
Please let me know how to pay you. I can send a check or do PayPal.
**jali **- just send me an email with your info. Random I can do - do you have a color preference? Or a color you absolutely hate? Otherwise, I’ll just close my eyes and grab something.
Once I get it to the post office, I’ll let you know what the postage is and you can send me a check. PayPal is far too complicated for me to bother with.
Congrats Bobbio!
Art Teacher sister almost got killed last Friday. She was pulling out of a 4-way stop and a truck t-boned her going 45 mph. She got a little glass in her arm, she’s sore as hell, the van is a total loss and Baby Nephew’s carseat broke off of the back seat and flew around the car. Baby Nephew was not in the car at the time. Art Teacher Sister is okay and counting every single blessing she has and a few that are on back order.
This is the same sister who sold me her station wagon last year. I’m very glad she did that, not because I have a car, but because if she had been driving that instead of a minivan she’d be dead right now.
And yes, it was the other guy’s fault.
Random nuggets for today…
A 3:30 AM moment of surrealism: I was walking the dog, in the falling snow, and the frogs from the creek were peeping. :dubious: Time to hibernate, guys…
We have 9 puppies to foster that came yesterday as an emergency. Yes, I have pictures. Maybe the idiot sheriff will try to charge us for stealing these, too. He used to be a friend. :rolleyes:
I have a month to wait to get my -I shingle. The state has to run yet another criminal check on me, which would be about #5 in the past year for various reasons.
Congrats, Bobbio! Cute widdle puppios, too.
I can’t get caught up, so I’ll just post. Mr Rebo is going to Daytona on Wednesday, to help out his sister with his brother’s stuff. <mope> Brother is in hospice with cirrhosis, and isn’t going to be around much longer, so Mr Rebo wants to say his goodbyes, and help Sis out with the organizing. I’ll miss him. (We’ve never been apart in over five years, except for hospital stays!)
I’m all unpacked at the office, and ready to work tomorrow. I took a 1/2 day off to go to the dentist, and I have a cavity. 
I’m having that filled next Tuesday. AND they want to do a deep cleaning because I have a lot of deep pockets (heh!) - mostly 4 mm and a couple of 5’s. I told them I’d do that in six months with my next cleaning.
Mr Rebo’s old job called and they want him to come back. Supposedly, he was the first called back, and had the least seniority. They like him, they really like him! 
He put them off until after the 1st, since he’ll be in Florida for a week, and still has to work on ReboSon’s car. They were willing! So yay for that!
Hugs, yays, boos and wet trout…
MWAH!
BBBBobbio, congrats on passing the exam!!! Woo hoo! Oh and the pups are so adorable - what are they though?! LOL
FCM, I just emailed you about which pieces I was interested in; I’m hoping you hadn’t picked one of the ones I liked! LOL Let me know how much and I’ll send a money order!
Chicken white chili is ready for din din; we’ll have cornbread muffins with it as well as rice; the chili will be topped with grated cheddar jack and a bit of sour cream. Num yummy!
oh yes, just made reminder to self - do NOT make BooFae mad at me, ever! Hee. Re handbags, though, I’ve found that I must spend a bit to get something that will hold up. Apparently, I am very hard on handbags. I just purchased one, via e-bags online; it’s made by a company called Earth Accessories (I think that’s it … might be spelled differently). The leather is made to look old, so it doesn’t look as pretty as maybe some would like, but it’s a large enough for me bag, has a long strap that I can wear crossbody, and has plenty of compartments and zippered compartments. And it cost about $100. :eek: Yes, I freak out when I spend more than $50 on a handbag, but it seems that’s what you gotta spend now, to get something that will last.
I just came back from watching the Amgen Tour of California bike race go right by my little mountain road in the middle of nowhere on one of their uphill loops off the main course. Nothing ever happens here and it was so much fun. The few people that live here gathered at the main road having tailgate parties, yelling and screaming and waving cowbells and signs - all in a downpour of hail, sleet and rain. I even figured out which one was Lance Armstrong. The cars that were ahead of them with the loudspeakers proclaimed for miles that we were all out of our minds but they have no idea what it’s like when some guys on bicycles are the highlight of the year where you live.
It’s kind of sad to see what kinds of things I find exciting these days.
**tarra **- I emailed you back. You’re good.
Three other pieces have been claimed - yay! I need to buy some more tape, tho, before I can pack up any more.
Off to make some French Toast for supper.
{{Spaz & Sister}} Scary stuff.
I started this post an hour ago and now I can’t remember what else I was going to say. I think I’m going to give up now.
Congratumalations, Vundie! And yay on puppies, too… they’re kee-oot!
Glad your sis is OK, Spaz. Sounds like she’s pretty much emptied out the karma bank… phew.
SmartyPants, one thing I have learned is that a slightly more expensive bag tends to be better made than a cheap one… the lining is less likely to tear, the leather probably won’t scuff up or fade as quickly, and it’ll be generally more sturdy (which is important, because I bash my bags around constantly). Once you get over the $500 mark, though, you’re paying as much for prestige as you are for quality… and possibly for the fact that your bag was assembled by someone earning a proper wage rather than sweatshop labour.
I’m making roast beast for dinner, with some gnocchi in a simple tomato sauce. The house smell Teh Nom right now.
Can someone call in sick for me tomorrow? I don’t wanna work. Waaaaaaaah.
Oooooooooh, gnocchi sounds gooooooooooooood!
I’m going to admit with much embarrassment that my purse, that I’ve used for more than a year now, is from Target and cost <$25. I’m so uncool.