[Elmer Fudd]
Be vewwy vewwy quiet. I’m huntin’ snakes! Hah hah hah hah!
[/Elmer Fudd]
It must have been a WTF moment to see me with a revolver on my hip and a machete nearby, raking leaves and dead grass from around my foundation…
ETA: First!
Poor Haze! Well, at least you got to mack on a cute Irish guy–now perhaps you should put on your Avenger outfit and tell his GF how he spent his evening… Well, somebody ought to teach these scumbags a good lesson!
Oh dear, Cake Wrecks… Scroll on down to July 30 and check out Drew’s Birthday Wish, I about bust a gut laughing over that one.
Okay, so what’s the over/under for the new server going live? Anybody got the Vegas odds? 
I’m not overly happy about the whole thing being opened up to search engines, but c’est la vie I suppose. I’ll probably continue ponying up my $$ just for shits and grins, since there ain’t NO WAY IN HELL that I’d disable AdBlock and FlashBlock for this or any other site. If DailyKos can’t guilt me into it, fershure this place can’t…
Speaking of DKos, I just got my “trusted user” status so now I can troll rate comments and see other comments that have been hidden. It’s a small thing, but it makes me happy.
I have a Facebook account but I seldom access it–between this place, DailyKos, MySpace and LiveJournal I have all the social networking I need and then some!
If you liked that one, mousie, check this out! snerk
I refuse to fly until I can do so with my shoes on and my phone unmolested. This probably means I’ll never fly again–so be it.
Something tells me that if it’s at all possible to turn swampy to the dark side, Our Miss Hazel would be the girl who could do it! 
Bobbio, “shoot more deer” sounds like an eminently sensible answer to me–and they can give me the deaders if they like 'cuz I just loves me some venison. Nom nom nom…
Sounds like the staycation is coming along beautifully, gt, keep up the good work! Go see a movie you’ve been looking forward to, that’s always a fun outing. Catch the cheapo matinee and spring for the large Junior Mints!
I need to go get some beer–we scored some fabulous orange and yellow peppers and I’m gonna do some pork and peppers in beer over rice for dindin. It’s soooo good!
I also need to hit the library and pick up some holds that have come in–I’m about ready to dump the book I’m reading currently because it’s so frakkin’ slow and annoying. I’m very disappointed since it’s a Mercedes Lackey/Roberta Gellis collaboration and I enjoyed the previous two in the series but this one is lagging badly–it’s over six hundred pages and could probably have been handled nicely in 250. Grr.
Of course I’ll get nowhere if I don’t get off me arse!
Hmmmmmmm… SmartiePants did you just threaten to sic Haze on me? 
I think donkeybear has laid Mumper claims on me so you’ll need to check with him first.
Supper’s been et and the leftover peach cobbler is now no more.
BBBobbio it all sounds perfectly normal to me. Now all you have to do is explain to the post office why you need to mail a dead snake.
The sun is out! First time in almost a week it’s been fully out.
Oh and I mowed the back yard today. I thought y’all might be worried about that.
Ok, off to check out a couple other things then we’s gonna appreciate each other. 
Haven’t caught up in the few hours since I left work…but, can those of you who’ve had the awful sick tell me what the symptoms were? Especially how it started…Hawkeyeop isn’t feeling too well.
Weird, I just wrote the opening paragraph and now it is gone. Well, I am groggy, as the doc upped my neurontin by 300mgs and gave me a generous script for hydrocodone. No pain, but I am flannel headed but good!
I want to particularly thank swampy and canine servant for calling me cute, I haven’t felt cute in a while. Not to diminish canine servant’s compliment, but I want you to know swampy that such a compliment from a gay man is a special thing. Hugs and smooches to you both. Also thanks to everyone who has commented, BBBobio I would appreciate reading anything you would be willing to share. Also any others who have experience with wls, I would so appreciate hearing what you have to say also.
With no more ado, here is your story. Please feel free to laugh at me, I do whenever I think about it! 
I had been living in the village for four months and was settled in my new house and had gotten into the swing of life well off the beaten track. One of the first things I acquired was a young beagle/border collie cross, a cute little guy all black and white with black freckles, his name was Luther. Since transportation at that time for the kids and I was shank’s mare I felt comfortable with Luther walking with us from one end of the village to the other.
My future brother-in-law was living with my future mother-in-law, just two doors down from me. My future father-in-law lived straight down the “road” on the far side of Boneyard*. Each of them owned very large, very black labradores, beautiful dogs, however in their mind their territory consisted of everything between f-bil and f-fil. They regularly came up on my porch and beat the snot out of Luther, and I was growing more aggrieved with each incident.
It was late August, and finally the sun was going down earlier, making it quite dusky around 10:00 pm. I heard a commotion outside and glancing out the window I saw those two big labrador-looking shadows on the road and Luther going apeshit, as he usually did when he was about to take a beating from those dogs. I ran out the door, grabbing a handful of rocks from the ground and hucking them at the two dark shapes and doing a lot of yelling and cussing.
Until I got close enough for my eyes to adjust to the darkness, and I realized that I was charging two three year old bear cubs*!!! They were up for a game, so they came charging right back at me!!! Lemme tell you, I scooted myself back up the stairs and pulled Luther, who by this time was baying like crazy in the house with me.
The cubs apparently wanted to play though, and they were right on the boardwalk up to my door, looking up at the window. My f-sil was there with me, and she had some ladyfinger firecrackers, which we lit and threw out the window, in hopes that the noise would encourage the cubs to move on. Each tiny little “pop” only served to make the bears a little more inquisitive, apparently they thought this was part of the game. We hollered and yelled and finally they wandered off down towards the beach, and that is the tale of how I learned to be careful about charging out of the house, yelling and throwing rocks!
Boneyard* There are two beaches in the village which go by the names Boneyard and Yonder Boneyard. They are separated by a jut of land called The Rockpile. This is a place rich in archeological artifacts, as well as the graves of the Old Ones. This site is written by skiffman’s uncle, (Doug is his cousin, and a good friend) and the section pertinent to my story is “Repatriation – Alutiiq ancestor re burial ceremony”. If you have time, check out his site, including the photos, lots from the village and surrounding areas. Please don’t allow his opinions keep you from reading about Alaska and Natives, or from seeing the photos.
Three year old bear cubs* They are on their own for the first time. These two were undoubtedly brothers. The thing about cubs is that they are as curious and playful as puppies, only so much larger and stronger. These are the bears which cause the most trouble with humans and property.
Somebody is looking out for me, because I’m off this weekend – both days! – and not having the boards available at work would be hideous. I don’t want to get caught reading Customers Suck here at work, or I could just spend my time there.
I had an amusing call this morning.
Me: “Thank you for calling Expensive Resort, this is whiterabbit, how can I help you?”
Caller: Various baby noises. In the background, a woman’s voice: “What the heck are you doing???”
click
It sucks that the cute Irish guy has a girlfriend. But if he has a girlfriend yet makes out with other women, perhaps it’s just as well?
This is the correct second link.
tarragon, ** ** I sent you a friend request. Just waiting for your confirmation. Nooner, I’ve confirmed you and I’ve confirmed you as well Soapy.
{{Haze}} Back AWAY from Cute Irish guy, back away…
My son is signed up for his classes and we’ve purchased his pictures, ASB card and yearbook. He’s got AUTOCAD/Drafting, Honors American Studies, Pre-AP Biology, Algebra II, German, and Advisory. Next year, he’ll take AP classes. He can’t as a Sophomore.
I have be at the University of Washington and 8:30 am for my daughter’s freshman orientation and class registration. Bleh…
Mr. Taters has decided he wants a fish tank…again. We used to have three or four, but got rid of them. Now, he’s decided he’d like one again and is eyeing a 55 gallon set-up so he can get a couple of Oscars, catfish and plecostumus. If we were to get one, I’d much rather have a community tank with pretty fish. Oscars are messy because they eat live food.
Anyway, his birthday is coming up, so that’s what I’ll probably get for him.
Wiki dear, I’d give you a wolf whistle or ten, but I don’t recall ever seeing a picture of you.
If a photo is what it takes BBBobio, here is me looking pensive and another in which the kid is inturrupting my reading…again. See, I do too have a lot of grey in my hair. My doc (a PA about the same age as I calls it “sparkling silver highlights”! )
kai, you’re beautiful!
Should be doing chores, and instead I am listening to Nat tell me his last nap was too late and he’s not tired. Sigh.
Hi - I’m alive. I’ll have to catch up tomorrow. After work today, I went to daughter’s classroom to help her set up - she’s done a lot, but she’s got lots more to do, and tomorrow is meet-the-parents-day. We all got home after 5, and I didn’t feel like cooking, so we went out to get supper, then went and got a second-hand fridge (with an ice maker!!!) for the kids’ apartment, followed by a wal-mart adventure. It was after 8 before we got back, and I’ve got to hit the rack.
So, laterz! Hugs, smoochies, pinches, gropes - that should hold you till tomorrow.
Well, ::wolf whistle::*10, with a metric buttload of hubba hubbas for good measure.
I’m not bullshittin’ you, either. What** LiLi** said…
Howzabout I send VWife to Skiffman, and you come to the land o’ cotton?
Maybe someday I’ll catch up.
So sleepy today… I volunteered four hours of work to help out my manager today - the opening shift. I was up at 5am. Ugh. (I usually get up at 7:30-8am.)Then I did a quick change in the washroom out of my work clothes and into street clothes to run my errands. For some reason, grocery shopping today was a nightmare.
But! On the bright side, I bought a super cute new purse from Bartell’s, a Fair Trade item (“World of Good” was the tag name)… I’ll have to snap a pic of it and show you guys. It’s adorable. It was totally an impulse buy, but I was feeling so tired and grumpy, and it cheered me up. 
Okay, so I also bought a little new makeup, a new hair band with cute little beads all over it, and a chocolate bar. I must be getting near my monthly. Sorry, Dude Mumpers. It’s just a sad fact of life.
Also, I shipped a couple of packages today, one to my friend back home, and one off to Taters! Hope you enjoy it!
Ta-da!
Thought you guys might appreciate the fact that I got a professional purse modeller to pose with it for me.
Backstory: Vorlon Jr. had issues with the new 6th grade science teacher last year. After being lied to, we had even more issues. So when we found out this instructor monkey was going to be teaching 7th grade science, I bounced off the 20’ ceiling and invoked the Israeli opinion—“Never Again”
Now the new school he is going to is just north of downtown. To get to it, you have to go to the NEXT middle school and hook a right; it’s a maze of one way streets around the new school. Next year, when the replacement school is finished, the school will be three blocks the other way.
Fast forward to today, the transportation drone calls to inform me that it’s ‘No ride for you”. Seems that according to the rubber ruler they use, we are located 1.04 miles from the school. In a straight line. I pointed out that a straight line from my house to the school involves swimming the river, climbing over a battleship, crossing an Interstate highway and it’s STILL further than 1.04 miles. Streets & Trips puts it at 1.72 miles, and I’m going to drive it myself and see what distance it really is. Near as I can figure, they have no idea where my complex is located, even though we have been here for twenty one years.
No wonder its such fun to try to get pizzas delivered here.
The fun part of the MMP is that while I’m fairly sure The Vorlon posted this in the wrong thread, I can’t be entirely sure.
What I do know is that Vorlons are supposed to be really super cryptic!
Guess what time it is! It’s Agony Aunt Ryl time!
And kai, you’re cute. That’s one thing I’ve learned from the picture thread–there are a lot of cute Dopers. I need to replenish my supply of "how you doin’?"s.
Nah, I put it in the correct spot—they are mindless and talking to them is pointless.