Thanks for starting the MMP, VunderBob. I haven’t been able to read for a few weeks, is the wife feeling better?
Well, on Saturday I went to my second class to become a foster mom/adoptive parent. Good thing too, because apparently you’re supposed to “Never ever shake the baby” according to the video anyway. They didn’t say anything about rocks though.
Then I took the kids to the park and Numbah 2 rode his bike about fifty feet without training wheels. He didn’t hit any rocks in the road. (Well it was more like gravel, but he still missed it, Yay No. 2!) Then we went home and did homework and other Saturday stuff. Then it was Sunday and we did Sunday stuff, like cooking a big dinner and getting ready for the school week. Also, we started to pack away the summer toys from the backyard.
:smack: D’oh!! Well, let’s just call this a learning experience.
I need more coffee; I can’t believe that typo in my first paragraph got past me.
Draelin, who’d you use that only cost $300 bucks? Last time I moved, they were quoting me $1000 to move a one-bedroom apartment! I think the best quote I got was $800, and all they had to move was the sofa, loveseat, bed, dresser, bookcases, and D.R. table - I said I could handle everything else. Believe me, it was a pain in the you-know-where to have to move it all myself (well, my sister and her husband helped), but I wasn’t paying that kind of money!
Weird article in the newspaper this weekend about my company. I’m sure there will be some buzz around the office. I’m not sure if it’s good/bad/indifferent.
I made some really yummy chili in the crockpot last night. I have leftovers with me to eat today.
I think it may have been $400, but I remember the name of the company was Smooth Move. Which is precisely what I say to myself whenever I trip over something or drop something breakable, so I found it amusing and hired them.
In some locations, there’s a group called Starving Students that have reasonable moving rates. And who doesn’t want to watch young, virile college boys move their personal possessions?
We went to a wedding on Saturday, as my wife’s niece was getting married. Her husband moved here as a child, but he and his family still have verrry pronounced Scots accents. Some of the groom’s side of the family had come from Scotland (and France and South Africa) for the event. The wedding party was piped into the church, out of the church, into the reception hall, and the reception was full of men in kilts (including the groom and his best man), rolled R’s, and groups singing “Flower of Scotland” and disparging the Sassenachs.
Men in kilts. I may swoon. donkey I didn’t say they would be, just sometimes stalkers are. So, you happy bein’ stalked? Is it as much fun as stalkin’? One more thing, when you give out a “so there” it should look like this:
Last night’s dream included Peeps in the shape of the baby Jesus. And a restaurant that served only fried chicken and, while you were eating, you could watch smiling teenagers hack away at live chickens with a sharp instrument. A small trail of blood was quickly mopped up by another smiling teenager.
I went to Famous Footwear on Saturday, around 7:30 PM, and it was closed. WTF??? NO SHOES FOR ME.
Sweet Marshmallow Jesus, beckwall!!! That’s just a lot of fun to say.
Bookkeeper, if there are any young men in kilts still wandering around, perhaps looking for a place to sleep, you can tell them that you know a nice American woman willing to put them up for a day or two …
This weekend I was sad so I made some potato-leek soup. Called Vichysoisse if it’s cold, but since I ate it hot it’s just potato-leek soup. I was sad 'cause my Dad died Saturday-he was 89 and he pretty much just faded away. I saw him a week ago and he was so thin I thought of a concentration-camp survivor. My brother said he’d not been eating much for the past 3 weeks. So though I’m sad, I can’t really be sorry. He’s with my Mom now. A much better place.
Sorry to hear about your loss, Cranky Hermit. Hope you’re doing ok.
I think I’ve found a new apartment, so I’ll be moving pretty soon - we sign the lease and get the keys on Tuesday. As I’m sure you all remember, about a year and a half ago I started house sitting in a huuuuge house for a friend (ok, if you don’t remember, feel free to go through your lightingtool-related notes from last year. You all have been keeping notes on the pointlessnessocity [new word! sweet!] that is my life, right?), and they’re finally coming home. It’s going to be tough going from two floors, three bedrooms and a kitchen the size of our old apartment to a one-bedroom. Such is life.
On the plus side, we don’t have much furniture (I think that cats have more stuff than we do), and I have some reliable friends that happily work for beer and pizza and beer with some beer on the side with a lovely dessert course of some beer, so it shouldn’t be too bad.
Well, there’s the same cute little “I have this thing for white guys” that echoes my “I have this thing for older bears” and innocence about him. I thought that I was an innocent little lad. This guy takes the cake.
But I like to think that you have an attractive stalker…
I like that. I’m stealin’ it!
Potato soup is very comforting. Hot chocolate is a good comfort food, too.