Coolness Bobbio that is fantastic news!
Ashes your day sounds way exciting. I need some excitment round here
You’re telling me, ems. Lord only knows what’ll happen tomorrow when I go to pick up my shoes at the repair shop. I predict pestilence and plague. But that would be a pretty subtle change, given my location.
oo oo oo oo Ashes if you see the 4 horsemen of the apocolypse (sp??) let me know as we are verging on a melt down here at work and I am expecting them riding through any second!
Is it anything like eastern Montana? Will I be able to find a good comic store there? Are the people the sensible kind who leave each other alone?
::Wanders through MMP still looking for dangergene. Checks behind sofa. ::
No sign of him. And there I was, looking forward to another classic adventure. Or at least a high-speed one.
I’m all out of tap dance numbers, so I’ll tell you the story of my evening. (Go ahead, pull up a chair.)
Just came back from an outdoor concert. Summer tradition at the library near my house. It was a jazz vocalist with a pretty good voice, but it wasn’t a very good venue or crowd for her. Best number required animal noises on cue from an audience member (very good animal noisemaker; I suspect she was a plant). The singer eventually got on my nerves because she kept commenting on how loud the kids near the stage were. I’m guessing that she didn’t believe them when they told her “there will be lots of little kids dancing in front of the stage.” Most of the music was pretty mellow; the crowd does far better with rowdy.
Also, I mowed the lawn. But that was before the concert.
AND NOW, A PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT:
WE WANT PUPPY PICTURES, RUE!!!
We now return to your regularly scheduled MMP.
GT
Whew!!! Made it out of there without mentioning puke or poo.
Well, the daughter had a great time at Wild Waves with all of her school buddies, even though she didn’t do any of the “water” stuff, except for a log ride. She took lots of pictures and we’ll take them in to get them developed. Rather than take her digital camera, she chose to take a disposable camera. She did this because she feared losing her digital camera. She told me she went on lots of “spinny” rides, which turned my stomach just hearing about them. I guess I’m an old fart because I can’t go on those rides anymore. I can’t go on roller coasters with loop de loops things either because I will PUKE my guts out.
I had a horrible, horrible experience with one of the roller coasters there. Going on that ride was a serious, hideous, awful mistake. The fact that it was close to 100 degrees that day didn’t help. This roller coaster had a couple, three loop de loops and they really, really messed with my equiliberium, not mention my poor tummy. I tried to be a big girl, buck up, and stay at the park, but I just couldn’t do it. I had to run for a restroom several times in the space of 20 minutes. It was horrendous. In the parking lot, I had to find a bush and tree to puke behind because I couldn’t hold it in. I was sick for hours after that, and in fact, the husband had to stop a couple of times on the way home to let me empty my stomach. Oy vay! I’ll never ride that roller coaster again.
Sorry, had to include the puke factor there. We wouldn’t want our MMP gettin’ all high falutin’ and proper like now, would we?
We finally got the license plate and boat sticker for our boat. The problem is they didn’t send the little number thingies and we’re not sure where to put them even if they did send them. Our stickers have some numbers on them, but all the boats we see have individual numbers on them too. So, we’re all CONFUZELED. Hey, we’re new to this stuff, okay? I told the hubby to call the boat dealer tomorrow and find out what we need to do. They owe us an “R” for our Bayliner decal anyway, so they can take care of that while he’s there.
We’ve eaten dinner so I think I’m going to cruise the net and maybe play a little WoW now. I’m doing laundry too, so I’m not TOTALLY sitting on my hiney doing nothing.
Goodness Taters, those numbers are just your lucky number horoscope and personality index. To find yours, simply pick up a copy of Cosmo and the worksheet will be somewhere towards the back. Yer welcome.
And ems, how would I distinguish the Four Horsemen from any other group of four horsemen, horseying about this one horse town? Ah yes, by the size of their belt buckles!
Indian food was good. I’m trying to decide if I want to scrounge through my stuff, try and clear my desk, and start on a very complicated chainmail necklace in very tiny links or not. Probably not. I’ll saveit for tomorrow’s I’m-really-doing-housework activity.
It’s supposed to cool down! Sunspace, it’s almost comfortable outside! That’s fantastic!
My book list is now at 150, and I haven’t even gotten started. I may get bored before I finish. It’s hard remembering all the useless crap you’ve ever read. And kind of humiliating. (Did I really read several ‘Secret of the Unicorn Queen’ books when I was ten?)
Sudden news alert on the radio- major earthquake off the coast of Northern California. Everyone okay?
Guess what happens today! I get my ducts cleaned! In my own home!
Of course it’s in my own home, because by “getting my ducts cleaned” I mean there’s people coming to clean all the dust and crud out of my airducts. Now that we have the new heat pump, we need clean ducts.
I hope they send the Duct Cleaning Bikini Team to clean my ducts. That’s what I hope. But I’m not holding my breath.
Rue duct cleaners are usually burly men with a severe case of buttcrack. Just don’t want you to get your hopes up. Instead, I’ll get my hopes up. 
monica, I’m glad to know all your monica parts are still intact. Just remember, you went to college with all of em, so you should leave with all of em. I suggest making a list so’s you can check against it for any missing or mislaid parts from time to time.
Ashes[sup]2[/sup], I need to put your hometown on the list of places I need to visit. I mean, a stuffed cow at the museum? What’s not to like!
bobbio today a speedo tomorrow a thong!
Bumba, unlike crazy mom, I use my Soapy Bear soap. I’m using the Yula right now. I likes it too.
The fish fry thingy was a huge success. It wasn’t only fish. We had fried and boiled shrimp too! I was my usual suave and debonair self. That means I opened wine bottles without gettin’ any cork in the wine. That’s a sure sign of suaveness and debonairness.
-swampbear (the suave and debonair even if I don’t know how to spell debonair)
I hope he’s not being sent COD. If ya can’t buy a book, you can’t afford to have a man delivered. And I’m sure he’s only gots enough food and water in that box for one leg of the trip.
I loaded up the crock pot last night with sauce, onions, green peppers and the main course, Italian hot sausage. We think we found some that will taste just like the ones back home. I left strict instructions that the crock pot is supposed to be turned on at 10 am, and not to be stirred or otherwise messed with. We’ll see how that goes. The GF has a fear of anything cooked in a crock pot. She thinks everything should be cooked before it goes in, and then its used as a warmer.
And there isn’t a roller coaster made that I will not ride.
No kidding? My brother lives in small town Wyoming. Well, according to him pretty much everything in Wyoming is either “Small-town” or “cows”.
When I lived in Wilson, WY, back in 1980 the population was 199 humans, 1 Klingon, and 5,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000 cows. The postmaster knew us all by name and would personally call if we screwed up on postage…after he made it right out of his own pocket knowing you’d pay him back when you came to get your mail. I liked that. I don’t think he knew all the cows by name.
Great going bobbio! But please, no speedos. 
Tupug
No need to worry about the postage I have a special hidden emergency cash stash that will hence forth be know as the ems needs a man and will pay the postage to transport Sunspace from Canadia to Wyoming :p. I also have food in my house so I will feed him when he gets here - it is my weekend off this weekend and I usually cook up a storm.
Ha cows in Wyoming…I see your cows and raise you several antelope herds.
Is it 5:00pm Thursday yet? I really need a day off…
The new day is a great big fish!
Sorry, I just re-read Monstrous Regiment. It does funny things to me.
Today is kitchen and fridge and freezer cleaning, sterilizing, re-organizing day. And I should tidy and cook for the weekend. Also I have a good list of time-wasting activities, such as being online. My first step will be to pry myself out of this chair and go buy some bleach. We’re out.
Congratulations, bob.
Oh yeah. I forgot about those. He mentioned the antelope herds. He also mentioned that you don’t shoot-n-eat antelope because they eat sagebrush and it’s like eating meat that’s been laced with about a pound too much of sage at any given time.
So he doesn’t eat antelope.
He says the elk is pretty dang good, though.
Oh, and I suppose you know this because you’ve have your ducts cleaned by burly men?
Huh. How did that simple question come out sounding dirty?
Bob inna Speedo made me think of this. I was trying to block it from my mind, but no dice. Watching The Life aquatic and Bill Murray wears a Speedo a lot. Did he submit to a strict body-enhancement regiment first? No.
How can you remember every book you’ve ever read Lissla? My list would be full of notations like: “That one book with the guy. I think there was also a dog. Or a duck.” or “That one book with the woman who painted her house. Or joined the circus.”
I just read 'em. I don’t pay much attention to the details.
So, ems, got any pics of youtrself, Wyoming, etc, so I know what to expect once someone opens this box? 
I do this too. Well, not the weird list thing. But remembering every book I’ve read. I don’t remember them necessarily to make a list out of them, like “The first book I ever read was Marvin K. Mooney Will You Please Go Now, and the second one was One Fish Two Fish Red Fish Blue Fish” and so on, but if I see a book, I can generally remember the contents.
Generally. Sometimes I’ll forget and then halfway through the book I’ll think, “Hey, I know who murdered that guy! I bet it’s This Other Guy and he did it This Way, and they found out Because Of That Other Thing He Did.” And then I finish it and find out I was right, so I know I’ve read it before.
But generally I remember if I’ve read a particular book before or not, and generally what it’s about. I like to re-read books even if I remember them, so it’s not like it bothers me or anything. My mom, on the other paw, remembers them and does NOT like to re-read books, so she’s always looking for new stuff to read. I feel sorta sorry for her, but it means I get all her hand-me-downs so I don’t have to run up a fifty mazillion dollar book debt. Plus I have a library card, which has Really Paid Off. I think I’ve borrowed at least $5000 worth of books & audiobooks already this year.
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Rue, you have a dirty mind!
Put me down for a “no” vote on the Speedo. I have a too-vivid memory of a guy in a too-small speedo on the beach. It didn’t stay put, and I got an eyeful. And it wasn’t pretty. <shudder>
The only thing worse than a Speedo is a Speedo at half-mast.