Oh my goodness. Now I have a visual. :eek:
The best thing to do is those cases is to wear sunglasses so’s not to get poked in the eye.
“Hey, you with the Speedo, be careful with that thing, you could put an eye out!”
Round these parts we’ve got sheep. Contrary to what you might think, our teen pregnancy rate is quite high.
Goodness, why do some men think speedos are a good thing? From my extensive research, the only men who should be wearing them are members of a college swim team. Plus, I once saw a rather pudgy woman no younger than seventy wearing a thong bikini. She wasn’t wearing it in the sense she could give a fig about other’s opinions. It was evident she thought she was hot stuff and the men should be flocking toward her. Not sure if I want to get the same mirror she has or not.
Plus, swampy, you really don’t want to visit here. It’s eleventy billion degrees outside so you can’t hike or play sports and the best place to shop is the new mall, located across from where they store alfalfa bales. Half the stores are empty still and oddly enough, the food court only has places that sell chinese food. On the other hand, I could take you down to Mexico and then run away. You’d definitely have adventures.
First the speedos, now this:
Aagghh! My eyes!!!
:: attemps to sandpaper retinas and inside of brain ::
The curse of having a visual imagination…
Well, I decided that I would only try to remember everything I’ve read that has chapters. Short stories and Berenstain Bears and stuff don’t count. Okay, short stories count if I’ve read the whole anthology.
So far I’m at 150, and I haven’t really gotten started. Those are some of the easy ones. It’s astonishing how many books I’ve re-read often enough to have almost memorized them. I have easily 150 books I re-read regularly. I’m a complete bookworm, but still- it’s scary and neat.
There will be, later on, many entries that go 'That Book about a Dog", but I have a generally fantastic memory for titles and… well, books. I can generally remember important plot points from most things I’ve read, even years ago.
Speedos are unpleasant. Speedos at half-mast are worse. Thank you. Magic.
Round here I have heard these referred to as “Wyoming Women” 
Sunspace you say you have a visual imagination…this part of Wyoming is desert & sage brush with the occasional mountain. Me - brunette, green eyes & big boobs
There wasn’t supposed to be a period there. And I’ve scrubbed the kitchen, including cleaning under the burner-cover-thingies. Go me!
dogmom, I get all my books and tapes from the library. I never thought to calculate how much I’d spend if I bought them other than I’d be in the poor house. So, lessee, five books times $15.00 per book times 52 weeks per year divided by three (don’t try this at home, but trust me, the math is right) equals $1,300. Oh, yeah, double that cause I fergot to tally the tapes. That’d be a real conservative figure, I reckon.
Now somebody tell me how you use Amazon to figure out what books you’ve read in a lifetime.
I have a friend that hails from Montana and also lived, for a while, in Wyoming.
The hubby and I used to tease him and say that all recreational activities included “Joe’s Sheep and Video”.
I just returned from a long, tedious, and a little acrimonious meeting. Sigh…I hate meetings.
I’ve read fifty bazillion books, at least. I also like to re-read books that are good. I don’t however, makes a list of the books I’ve read. Unfortunately, I don’t get read as often or long as I used to. I’m always doing this, that, or ta other. I miss sitting down for hours at a stretch and getting lost in a thick, well written book.
Today I’m leaving work early to go to the doctor and see what’s up with my whole body swollenness and bright red feet issue.
I need to put out a report, run some queries, and grab a salad now.
Sorry. But why should I be the only one to suffer? I was only 12 or 13 then, and my girlish innocence was spoiled. So which is worse, shriveled up man-bits or a 70-year-old woman in a thong?
Taters, I hope your visit to the doctor goes well! If I go to the doctor, it usually ends up in lots of money being spent on useless tests. So I’ve decided not to go to the doctor anymore, unless I’m dying or something. I hate meetings, too. Nothing good ever comes out of meetings. I have to go to a meeting now. 
How I use it is I start to browse something that I already know I’ve read…and all the “if you like” lists and the “so you wanna” lists…and eventually I say “hey! I’ve read that!” and on my list it goes.
It’s a rainy day, I have no books because I’m poor and the library isn’t processing them fast enough for me, activity.
And of course it makes my hold list/TBR pile perpetually full.
Does it look like Kamloops, BC?
Why… why… my eyes have healed! I feel so much better now! So… how you doin’ today? 
To all the booklovers out there… are your books regularly the largest and heaviest single item when you move house?
My brother used to be a mover to make money during college.
He said, by his estimate at that time (25 years ago), about 95% of all movers were drunk.
We were a bookish family, and it amazed him that sometimes people’s entire book collection could fit in one box. And most of those were cookbooks.
Puppy pictures!
But they’re not really a single item, so it’s really tough to tell. How do you weigh three rooms FULL (and I do mean FULL) of books against, say, a player piano or a sofabed? Last time I moved, though, I swear half of what we moved down here was books. I’d say yeah, taken as an Entire Entity, the Book Collection at the DogHouse would far outweigh anything else we own (that’s moveable) except maybe DogDad’s vehicle. Maybe.
Although if I never ever have to move a player piano again it’ll be too soon. Ye gods those things are heavy.
Worse than bed-couches?
Heavier, yes. The shell / case / part you see is going to be some REALLY sturdy (and therefore heavy) wood. The interior is more heavy wood, attached to cast iron or cast bronze or cast brass or…anyway, cast some-sort-of-extremely heavy metal, which may very well be some new metal that was invented specifically to be extremely heavy. Player-pianotium, or something. Plus the actual mechanism, part of which is made out of player-pianotium, and the lifters, and the bellows, and then all the stuff that’s also normally in a regular piano.
Worse…well, depends. It’s not like you can tip a player-piano or anything to get it through the door, so there’s no chance whatsoever of you getting simultaneously halfway through a door, around a corner and up the stairs and the thing going SPOINNNNNNG and opening up so you can’t move it, you can’t get around it, you can’t get to the front of it to close it and therefore you can’t actually do anything with it, so you’re forced to leave it there, send the one guy who’s on the outside-door side of it out to get a chainsaw, start sawing the thing in half, have the chain get snagged on the texture of the fabric, throw the chain, sieze up the motor of the chainsaw, have the chainsaw burst into flames, so you drop the chainsaw on the sofa, which of course is about four hundred years old so it just explodes and sets the rest of the apartment complex on fire, and you have to jump out of a fifth-story window and you’re now homeless and on the evening news because your apartment burned down thanks to the stupid sofabed. But at least it’s not blocking the stairwell anymore.
So no, it’s not anything like that, but then again player pianos have about the same ability to go around corners as a sofabed does (read: NONE), so it’s not like you’d be actually trying anything as stupid as taking it around a corner, thorugh the door and up the stairs.
Come to think of it, I don’t think you can get a player piano up stairs without a crane. Hm.
Indeed, Rue my ducts and my ducts have been cleaned by burly men lots and lots of times. <snerk>
Ashes [sup]2[/sup] eleventy billion degrees don’t bother me none. It gets that here with a hunnert gazillion percent humidity on top. Plus, a stuffed cow and alfalfa bales? Now, see, that makes me wanna come that much more. And when I got tired I could go for some chinese at the mall. A perfect way to spend a vacation! Well…err… maybe two or three hours of one anyway.
I threatened to buy ACBG a thong. His reply? “Buying it’s one thing. Gettin’ me in it will happen the day after hell freezes.” He’s so romantic like that. Besides, why cover him up when I got a privacy fenced back yard.
Wow. Sounds almost as bad as a bed-couch.
My parents live in a house that was built around a player piano. The foundation was dug and poured, the piano was put in place and then the rest of the house went up around it. That’s the only explanation. The piano won’t go back up those basement stairs in one piece anyway, that’s for sure. It’s geometrically impossible.
The duct monkeys are here now. Finally. They were supposed to be here “sometime between 1 and 3”. They got here at 3:15. But on the plus side, no buttcrack. No burl either. Just two kids, probably about 12 or 14. I don’t know how they drove that van over. Maybe they tied blocks to their feet so they could reach the pedals. Or the one was hunkered down in the foot well while the other one told him to press the gas or the brake, depending.
But if all goes well, this time tomorrow I’ll have clean ducts. (They said it could be done in as little as 2 hours since this house has “short trunk lines”. That’s just silly. The car has a trunk. In a house, it’s an attic.)
Wow this MMP is moving FAST this week! From speedos and thongs to books to moving to cows, with just one short mention of puke. My head is spinning. And the only thing I can keep in my head long enough to reply to is oooh that Indian food sounds good Lissla! Now I’m craving naan.
The excitement on the news here, which is not as exciting as Ashes’ excitement, is that there were big rain storms north of here on Monday night and the major North/South highway got washed out. As in actual gaps in the road. Fortunately, that’s about an hour and a half north of here so it doesn’t affect my commute. But it’s still the news of the day. Or week. There isn’t much excitement here.
My personal excitement is that I just booked my flights and hotel for my work convention in Vegas in September. Last year’s convention was the first time I’d been to Vegas and I loved loved loved it! I can’t wait to go back. So I’m happy about that. And I’m tying a trip to see **KeithT **in with it, so I only have to pay for the flight to see KeithT and then the company pays from there to Vegas and back. They save money 'cause he lives closer to Vegas than I do, and I save money, and everyone’s happy. And I can’t wait to go to Vegas!! Woo!