Tsk, scout. You should have known it’d be re-scheduled. This is southern california and everybody knows that it’s ragnarok when moisture falls from the sky. Does the big boss at least give you points for the re-schedule hassle?
My department meeting hasn’t been re-scheduled at all. And I know for certain absolutely nothing will be discussed that couldn’t be covered in a short e-mail. And it’ll take an hour at least.
Speaking of 3-year-olds and nephews (okay, it takes me a while, I’ll get to candy later), I have a 3-year-old nephew named Daniel. My sister also has an older girl, and is expecting her third. (She is in her first trimester, and one of the things she can’t bear to smell right now is chocolate (see, candy)!!! She said, “And that is really kicking me when I’m down!”)
Anyway, my niece is a moderate sweetie. Daniel, however, is like a sunny-natured Calvin from Calvin and Hobbes. He is a happy, charming boy, but you never know what he is thinking about doing next. You turn your back, and he is gone or up to something. He plugged up the toilet twice, twice!, last week.
I called my sister to check up on her, and asked if she wanted a boy or girl. She said, very softly, “A girl.” Then she said, “It isn’t so much gender, as character-based.” I.e., not another Daniel!
So we were talking and talking, and then all of a sudden she says, “Daniel! Spit that out!” Then, back to me on the phone, “He just took a bite out of the egg carton…did I mention it was character-based?”
Yes, the same sister with the slippery hands.
Cinnamon candy. Cinnamon mints like they sell by the checkout counters only have 2 carbs for 3 candies!
A bunny in a dress could be okay, if it was like Beatrix Potter. It might not be manly enough for Rue, though, with two sons to raise right. Better he stick with gnomes.
SIGH!
I stay home sick one day and decide not to do any posting and what do I find? The MMP on page 2! What people? Do I have to be here all the time! I had a lot of sneezing and nose blowing to do yesterday. I can’t do it all. I depend on you all to keep this on the front page!
I have a cold. Not a bad one though. Just a little one. I stayed home yesterday and kept myself drugged up. I slept a lot. ACBG was gonna come over and see about me but I told him not to since I didn’t want to give him my cold. So, no bodice ripping for swampy last night. Instead I sneezed and blew my nose a lot. My nose is sore. OUCH!
-swampy (this day time cold stuff is kinda good. it tastes like oranges)
{{{{{{Poor swampy}}}}}} get you some of those nice aloe tissues. They are very soft on sore nosies. That reminds me of a kiddy book I used to have about a daddy bear what loved honey, an even though momma bear tole him to stay away from the honey tree, he went anyway and got chased by the mean ol bees so he hadda jump inna pond. Only his nosie was stickin’ outta the water so the mean ol bees stung the bejesus outta it. When the bees left the poor daddy bear hadda go home an get his swolley nosie bandaged up by the momma bear. I don’t know what the moral of the story was unless it was momma bears know best…so get you some aloe tissues. 
I think I dodged the bullet about getting the crud. I am better an my lungs aren’t all scritchey anymore. Mr. Anachi thinks maybe it was that cool dry front that has moved into Flawduh. Maybe. I know my curly hairs aren’t happy about it. They are just layin’ about sighing “I am le tired.”
What a milestone, fcm! An I think I’ll get real 'cited when I get to 1000! Congrats!
Wait a second. There I was, with the gift certificate for the massage, the flowers, and the chocolate, and you said you didn’t want them. So I gave the flowers to welbywife and enjoyed the chocolate while I had my massage.
Then it hit me! You were being coquettish! You really DID want the chocolate and the flowers and the massage! What a fool I am.
I think there’s a couple of chocolates left. . .for now.
Thanks puggy the orange flavored medicine is making me feel much better.
In other news from swampland: I early voted a little while ago. I had to go to the 'burg (my pet name for Leesburg) for some other bidness this morning and since I was right there smack next to the courthouse I thought what the hey, I’ll go vote. Took almost no time whatsoever to vote. I likes them little touch screen voting machines. Plus I got to chit chat a little bit with the ladies in the Election Supervisor’s office. They’re always nice and funny. I am now wearing a little peach sticker that says “I’m A Georgia Voter.” I likes the little peach stickers I get when I vote. See, I do my duty as a Murkin citizen and get a cute little sticker on top of it. It’s all win-win.
I’m not worried about the bunny in the dress knocking down my manly points right now Merrily. I’m deathly afraid I’m at zero already. See, the guy on TV said I might not be a he-man type guy because I don’t drive his particular brand of truck. Heck, I don’t drive any brand of truck. This has me worried because the TV guy was wearing a cowboy hat, so he would know what makes for a manly-man and what doesn’t. It is worrysome.
Was that a Berenstain Bear story Puggy? It could have been. Papa Bear is sorta dim, but Mama Bear knows all kinds of important crap. At least on TV. (More TV stuff.) Katcha likes to watch their show. It’s on PBS, so you know it’s all educational. I don’t care for it much, but then I’m waaaaay out of their demographics, so it’s all OK.
But who thought up those names? The dad bear is named “Papa Bear”. Not just what he’s called, that’s his actual name. The mom bear is “Mama”, the boy bear is “Brother” and the girl bear is “Sister”. They have other bear friends and they have regular names like “Bob” and “Jeff” and “Too Tall”. But brother Bear is named “Brother” and sister Bear is named “Sister”.
Just the opposite of Franklin. He’s this turtle and he has adventures and learns stuff every time. You’d think he’d be a genius from all the lessons he’s learned, but he’s only a turtle and even a really smart turtle is rather a dim bulb. But Franklin at least has a real name. “Franklin”. His friends though… he has a friend named “Bear” who is a bear, and “Snail” who is a snail, and “Beaver” who is a girl, and “Goose” who is a goose.
The names on kid TV can be real weird. Although on “The Big Comfy Couch” there’s Major Bedhead and he has some really wild hair like he just got up and hadn’t had time to comb it before he had to go deliver his packages on his unicycle. Major Bedhead has major bedhead! That’s so funny!
In other news, if I use the aloe tissues, my nose breaks out. If I don’t use the aloe tissues my nose gets all raw and then breaks out. So when I get a bad cold and have to blow all the time, I stop shaving and grow a Van Dyke beard. It’s not very convincing, but it camoflages the owwies around my nose until the get a chance to heal up some. Then I shave it all off and revel in my restored health.
-Rue. (not sick at the moment, but give me time)
I just voted, I just voted! Okay, it was a mock election with my students, but it’s so cool to get kids stirred up about voting. For me, myself, I’m waiting till the big day, sort of like waiting till christmas morning and not spoiling it by opening the presents the night before. Or, em, sneaking peeks in mom’s closet weeks in advance like someone I don’t know, who was very sorry afterward.
Did you know there are new halloween peeps with chocolate filling? I wonder how those microwave up.
I think you sickies have given me your epazootick. I even dreamed I had trouble breathing it was so bad. Was that dayquil that tastes of oranges, swampy? Also, I now envision you as a bear wearing pink hot pants and an orange bodice/corset. Hee! Sniff… kaff kaff…
Don’t worry about your manliness Rue. I have been observing the human race for some time now. It is readily apparent to us that the most manly men are those with no need to prove their manliness through external crap, erm, signals, such as big trucks that are never used and cowboy hats for people who’ve never touched a live cow. Ashes’ law-- the bigger your bunny concretia the bigger your you know.
My eyes hurt and I need to dry-clean my brain. I just finished The Da Vinci Code, which I do not recommend. I started it last night. The writing is pretty bad, and he inserts random information: “As Langdon gazed across the 2000 square foot floor of polished parquet…”. I read it to shut up my inlaws.
Apologies to anyone who liked it. I don’t really like thrillers and I didn’t like Brown’s writing style at all. Very clunky.
Quite soon it will be the all-important Day After Hallowe’een When Candy Goes On Sale. It is an important date for the Lissar household. Crunchies, KitKat, Coffee Crisp, and Peanut Butter Cups for all!
ACBG promised me he wouldn’t publish those photos! :eek: It is the Dayquil stuff that tastes like oranges. The orange one. There’s apparently a red one too but I guess it tastes like cherries or sump’n else red. I like the orange.
Lissla KitKats. MMMMMMMMM… KitKats are my favorite snacky type food cause they’re cookies and candy all in one chocolaty, crunchy goody. MMMMMMMM!
Twix are good too cause you get caramely, chocolaty, crunchy goody there.
Kallessa is a little peeved this morning. See, her supervisor set up an 8:30 meeting with her–and Kallessa usually isn’t at work until 9 or 9:30, so she got up extra early (after working until 8:30 last night) and was here all ready for the meeting. But wait. Where is the boss lady? Her office is dark, her assistant is gone. Where, oh where can they be? And why is Kallessa sitting at her desk, sans mocha, this early in the morning?
I think the meeting scheduled for 9:00, which is why my meeting was to be at 8:30, got re-sceduled to Portland, but nobody bothered to check the schedule for meetings before the 9:00 meeting. Not only am I peeved about getting here early, I really need to talk to my supervisor about scheduling issues. Do you see a trend here? Reminds me that I need to schedule a dentist appointment, a boob smashing and a hair appointment.
I voted last week and I’d like to say for the record that the bad thing about all mail voting is that you don’t get a sticker. I used to love to wear my “I voted” sticker. I think they should put a sticker in with every ballot, and we’d be on the honor system to not wear them until we had mailed in our ballots. On the whole, I think adults need more opportunities to wear stickers. Sure, we can wear buttons, or have messages splashed across the front of our shirt, but stickers are different. Stickers are a more immediate response to the stimulus of the day–a bright little sun for a good day, a little sad dog for an unhappy day, a big “ATTABOY!” for when things went just right–there’s a sticker for every occasion and if your good day goes sour–zip zap, one sticker off, another on.
Stickers, likes smilies for real life.
I just read a lot of SDMB reviews for The Da Vinci Code and now I feel better. They were all appropriately sarcastic, and pointed out flaws that I’d missed.
I’m arguing with myself about whether I should get fries for late lunch. After my nap. I got called in to work yesterday after spending the whole morning heavy-duty housecleaning, so I don’t feel obliged to do any housework before work today. Okay, maybe I’ll put the socks away. After my nap. My nap is very important. Aerin kept waking me up last night, being all loving and loud and purry, and I’m tired today.
Ya know, ACBG has woken me up a few times being all loving and loud and purry. 
You want fries with that Lissla? Then by all means have fries.
After I wear my little peach stickers all day, I like to stick em on my fridge for a while. It looks like my fridge voted. I think that’s funny.
Well, I haven’t voted yet. No early voting here, unless you vote by mail. We don’t receive fruit stickers here, we get little flag stickers that say “I voted”.
I had to come home from work early today…suffice it to say I haven’t had to leave anyplace early for this reason since high school. Sigh…how embarrassing. :o
Kally, I have to schedule a boob smashing too. I was supposed to do it in May…can you tell I’m just really looking forward to it?
I don’t have any gnome, or concrete deer. I do have a sprinkler that looks like a squirrel.
Congrats on your milestone there,FCM. I’m a long ways off from reaching that.
Lessee here, anything else going on? Oh, yeah…we’re getting a new computer. It is interesting to watch this process. When we first ordered it the earliest we were going to see it was 5 November. Yesterday they said to expect delivery on 3rd, at the earliest. Today…well it could possibly be delivered the 1st or the 2nd. Sheesh, how am I supposed to give my boss notice of when I need to take the day off to sign for my new 'puter? I guess I’ll check my e-mail later today, or early tomorrow to see if anything has changed.
I have had frost on my windows for the past two days. The first frost…I guess fall is really here now. I’m actually dragging out my heavy coat now.
As for getting rid of moles: I’ve tried the Juicy fruit method…didn’t work. I tried the whirlygig method: Didn’t work. I tried the used kitty litter method: Didn’t work. I tried the hair from our hairbrush method: Didn’t work. I tried combos of the above methods: Didn’t work. I tried poison: Didn’t work. I tried flooding the bastards: Didn’t work. Finally, one day, a mole popped out of it’s little hill while I standing next to it. Neighbor grabbed shovel and beheaded it. No moles for two years after that. Then the bastards came back. Thank goodness I don’t live in that house anymore. I haven’t had a single mole over at this house.
Well, I think I’m going to do me some relaxin’ before everyone gets home and ruins the peace.
Lissla, I feel the same way about The DaVinci Code! Everyone told me I had to read it, that it was mind-blowing–I even have one friend who swears it’s a true story, albeit with details changed to protect somebody or something.
I couldn’t get past the bad writing–besides the innane details that you mentioned, he repeats himself all the time! And not in a good, foreshadowing way. Not that he needed to foreshadow, he telegraphed all his plots points pages and pages before they happened. I don’t mind a badly written book getting popular, I’ve got no problem with bubble gum for the mind, but when they try to convince me that a book like this is a literary feast, a classic, and/or the most important book written in this century, I get a bit frustrated with the masses.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to have some fries for lunch. Not with my lunch, as my lunch, maybe with a Frostie. what? Vegetables are good for you.
Guess I was a little too subtle, huh?
Now, I don’t want you all to get jealous or anything, but as soon as I post this, I get to go clean my basement!! Yeah! How cool is that?!?!? Don’cha wish you could clean my basement??
I didn’t think so.
FCM, uh…neh , as they say on My Wife and Kids . Tell you what, you wanna come clean my garage? I mean since you’re feelin’ so energetic and all. I’m just sayin…Sure, it’d be a “little” distance to get out of here, but just think of how good you’d feel cause you cleaned my garage. Then you wouldn’t have to worry about me having to scrape my frosty windows in the morning…
I need another good book to read. It sounds as if The Da Vinci Code is not it.
I haven’t had lunch yet and my tummy is a little rumbly-tumbly. Unfortunately, all the bread is gone, all the eggs are gone, all the soups are gone, and all the quick nuke foods are gone. I guess I’ll have to go out in a bit to get something.
swampy, I really hope ACBG is less annoying than my cat. You see, part of her Wake-Mommy-Up-At-Four-And-Be-Loving shtick is licking the tags on the stuffed animals near my head. Very very loudly. While meowing and purring. For hours. I’ve started hoisting her up and dropping her on Mr. Lissar (who sleeps on the outside of the bed) to kick off. Next step will be to throw her.
You’re right, Kallessa. I haven’t had any veggies yet today. Here I go to get fries. Also, I’m glad someone agrees with me about that bloody book. I really hate that he claims to accurately describe all the art and all the ceremonies and cults and things. As dangermom so eloquently says,
Gack.
I have eaten my vegetables for today. Deep frying gives potatoes more nutrients! Really!
Gee, maybe I should have a celebration for my 230th post, what do you think? I could celebrate like the big-leagers, and redecorate my entire house, or clean out my basement.
Rue, don’t take your ideas of manhood from TV. TV lies. I mean, you’ve seen the commercials that say “Erections lasting longer than 4 hours should receive medical attention.” Who are they trying to kid?
“Now, Hubert, no need to worry. It’s only been 3 1/2 hours, and we don’t have to worry for another 30 minutes.”
:rolleyes: