Oops. Heh, wrong button.
On a completely different note, Citibank apparently believes that I’m a Rockerfeller heir or something, because they’ve raised my monthly credit limit to a level I would have assumed was reserved for neurosurgeons and bank presidents. It’s almost like they are issuing me a challenge. “Here, Ex, we bet you can’t spend this much.” Well, no bet. I know I can’t afford to spend that much every month. This has to be a mistake.
Anybody want one of these? I can charge it.
I can’t believe it. I know it’s Friday and all, and this is my first foray into the legendary MMP (this IS the MMP thread, right?) and it’s gone all the way to FIVE PAGES? Holy waste of bandwidth, Batman!
So, somebody recap for me. You’ll have to excuse my absense. I’ve been gestating
I want real bad. I keep looking. I keep telling myself I have no reason or need to buy one. I want though. Must resist. Must. Unless ya really wanna buy me one Ex. 
Sigh… ain’t they purty!
I think I can say Peculiar correctly but I don’t know as I am from Massachusetts although I have more of a Fall River accent than the traditional Boston/Kennedy accent.
I too went to speech therapy because I stuttered. I still do sometimes if I get really worked up about something. I also went to special ed classes to help me write. I read just fine - better than fine - but when I wrote down what I read something happened between my brain and my hands and I write everything all funky - letters missing or words missing or letters in the wrong order within words or letters written upside down or backwards…
I guess we don’t have to ask how the honeymoon went then, huh?
A recap? You want a recap? OK. A bunch of people said a bunch of stuff but no one really read what anyone else put up before they posted whatever the heck they wanted whether it had anything to do with anything or not. Now we’re on Page 5. (These things have really taken off now that people have to pay to play.)
Happy gesticulating!
I like purty convertable Ford Mustangs too! I like the old Mustangs though, 65-67, 68ish. The Shelby’s are nice too. I have always wanted a candy apple red mustang convertable. Yeah, I know, it’s probably a girly color, but I am, after all, a girl. Truth be known, I’m just a Ford gal. Currently, we have two Fords: A Ford Explorer XLT and a Ford F250 Super Duty. My next new vehicle (when I can afford it again) will probably be a Ford. We have almost always owned Fords.
I wish my bank was as nice as Ex’s. Sigh…like I need more credit anyway.
:rolleyes:
FCM, Woo-hoo! You’re practically on your way! That’s great news! And…you get to start a new job. It’s always kind of cool and scary whenever you start a new job. I mentioned in an earlier MMP that I was being considered for a different job, which would have been a promotion. Well, I didn’t get it. I really didn’t expect to get it. I knew they already had someone there that they were trying to upgrade. I can’t take these things personally; I figure it’ll be my turn at the right time. In the meantime, I’ll just keep applying every time I see an opportunity I qualify for.
Well, in a little over a week, (the 18th) I’ll be heading out for my TDY trip to f-a-a-a-bu-LOUS Ft McCoy, Wisconsin. I’ll be without a computer for that trip so I’ll be missing out on some good stuff, I’m sure. I’ll be returning the afternoon of the 21st though, so at least it’s short trip.
Lissa Lisslar, Congrats! I don’t think it would be a good idea for me to work at a bookstore. I love books and I love to read. I’d probably spend my entire check on books; not a good thing. 
I made some really good black bean dip for our festive Cinco de Mayo + 1 shindig at work. It was a new recipe, but it went over fairly well. I think though, that I should have added more chipotle to it. It could have stood a tad more spice…heat. I brought what was left home. I may have dip and chips for lunch today. Obviously, my eating habits are not the most healthy. 
Well, I better get to doing something somewhat productive and constructive here at the house. I’ve got the Moms coming for Mother’s Day, so you all know what that means. There are three levels of cleaning:
Eh....good enough for now (kids, husband)
Company cleaning
Mother cleaning
I don’t know about y’all (see some of Swampy’s accent is rubbing off), but my mom can spot a speck of dust in the top corner from 50 yards off. She’s German, so you can imagine that her standards are never quite met. Oh well, I know it’s clean.
I do letter fine, but I can’t write down a number without transposing two of them–it makes it really difficult for me to write down telephone numbers correctly.
The thing I liked about speech therapy is that it got me out of class, and the therapists were usually young, unexperienced and soft-hearted. They seemed to believe that every child with a speech impediment was traumatized by it, so it was easy to fake them out and end up spending at least part of the session walking around the playground “to help us feel better.” I wasn’t the least bit tramatized by my speech impediment–it sounded fine to me–and anyone who teased me got trounced either by my wits or my fists, but that didn’t stop me from sighing heavily when the therapist asked if I’d been teased or had a hard week, etc. Sometimes they even brought candy.
Candy sniff … All I ever got were those chunky pencil grippers. Obviously I couldn’t tell the difference between b and q because I couldn’t hold the pencil tight enough! I mean, it must have slipped when making the round part of the b and just fallen into a q shape!
I still have trouble with my letters from time to time but I got more teasing because I had to go to ‘special class’ than for the reasons I was in special class. And the kids had plenty of reasons to chase me home and beat the crud out of me because I was different that didn’t involve academics.
Wish I had gotten candy!
Did I tell y’all that my sister has gone insane? See, we’re getting together tomorrow to do the Mother’s Day thing. Yes, I know Mother’s Day is Sunday but we’re doing it tomorrow, so shut up. Anyway, my sister has decided that since we had already planned on a cookout, we might as well make it a pool party, so she’s having all 20 sumpn of us over for a pool party. :eek: She has just gone stark raving mad! However, after it’s all over and we get Mom settled in for the night (Mom and sis live next to each other in case anybody wondered) sis, my bil and me will sit around the pool drinking beer which is always nice.
BTW I bought my mother a gift card from JC Penney (she loves to shop there) and a white orchid corsage. I am a good son.
Swampy, Yes, you ARE a good son.
Our good friends wanted us to go to Emerald Downs (it’s a horse racing track) on Sunday. They are having a Mother’s Day Brunch and of course, horse racing. I really, really wanted to go, and so did Mr. Taters, but we had to very regretfully decline. We thought about doing the Mom’s Day thing a day early (like Swampy’s sister, but…well, somehow I think the Moms would have been, I don’t know, insulted. Ah, you say, that’s just ridiculous. No, trust me it isn’t. Nothing would have been said to my face, but I would have heard about it. MIL would have said something to my mom, who would have passed it along to me. My mom, would have played the hurt martyr, exclaiming I don’t call or see her enough as it is, but okay, if that’s the way I REALLY want it, we’ll do it that way. All the while, she’ll look at me with this hurt expression and sigh…A LOT. Sigh…
Ya know, I’m a mom too, but every year I cook and clean for my mom and my MIL. So, it’s never a nice day for me. I know, I know, I should be happy the moms are still here, and I am. But, just once, I’d like a mom’s day for ME. I know, it’s selfish and whiny, and I don’t mean to be, but, well I guess, I just sound lame. Sorry about that.
Well, I’ve gotten exactly nowhere with the house cleaning. Oh, I did a load of dishes and did some minor picking up, but I haven’t really done anything useful. I need some motivation. I’m drinking coffee, but it just isn’t giving me the oooomph I need to get going.
I’m sending my Mom two rolls of quarters for Mother’s Day. So she can play the slots with them. See, I recently took my Mom gambling at the local Indian casinos. We spent enough time there for her to get comfortable with the machines, and now she’s a gambling fiend. I like to support her hobbies.
Yikes it’s been a busy day, I haven’t had a chance to come in here and stomp all over things-- er, I mean contribute today.
Okay, I will confess that I have the weirdest speech impediment. It only shows up when I speak spanish. I have trouble with the r sound in words like bernardo, so it sounds like berthnarthdo. I might never have known about this except that I lived in San Bernardino for a couple of years, teaching spanish speaking kids. So I never got out of class and never got a fancy pencil, just lots of smirks.
For mother’s day I will call my mom, but that’s about it. Not a huge holiday for us, especially now that Mom lives far away. I got her a gift certificate to Home Depot so she can buy gardening stuff. She’ll probably buy more orchids that will grow like crazy while mine just bloom, linger and then die. Not that I’m bitter or anything.
Oh and before I forget, mascarpone is nummy with fruit. A bit of sugar sprinkled over some sliced strawberries, a bit o’mascarpone and voila, treat time! Tiramisu is a bit fiddly until you have the recipe memorised you’ve made it so many times, but I wouldn’t know anybody like that.
Oh, and cicadas, you can keep 'em. Not cool sounding at all.
Yay! It’s the weekend! Woo hoo!
Taters you’re a good daughter and daughter-in-law, but I say you make it clear that next year You will get to be a mother on Mother’s Day. Maybe everybody could go out for a really nice Mother’s Day brunch. That way everybody enjoys. If they don’t like it, let em sit home and eat Shredded Wheat (or insert name of other particularly disgusting cereal).
Kallessa I’m getting this mental image of your mother perched on a chair in front of a slot machine, bucket of quarters in front of her, cigarette hanging out of her mouth, drink sitting to the side saying, “Come on baby! Bring that jackpot home to mama!” See, I was in a casino in Biloxi, MS and saw this sweet saintly looking motherly type walk in. She got a bucket of quarters, perched herself in front of a slot machine, lit a cigarette, ordered a drink and I swear that’s what she said. Now she is all older ladies at slot machines to me.
Aw, thanks Swampy, you’re so nice. We’d love to just take everybody out, but when you include my family (four of us), the MIL, my mom, possibly stepmother, my dad, sister and her family, well, the bill just gets a leeeeettle too high. We always end up footing the bill, which when times are flush for us is a nice thing, but a little help from sister would be nice once in awhile.
Hubby just got home and said that he’d cook dinner, but I don’t expect him to do all the work. He CAN cook, but sometimes requires assistance. I’ll survive, I always do.
Well, swampy, Mom doesn’t smoke and pretty much only drinks wine, and I’ve yet to hear her talk to the machine, but she does perch on the chair. She looooooves her quarters! Every time she wins anything, so cashes out, just to hear the quarters ring. She won 200 dollars the other day–all in quarters. She wanted to take them home as quarters, but my BIL convinced her it was too much to carry.
As for me, the slots are okay, but I love Blackjack. A nice combination of luck and skill. I don’t smoke, and rarely drink, but come about 2:00am at the Blackjack table, you’re apt to see me puffing on a cig and clinking ice cubes. I regret it in the morning, but gambling, smoking and drinking are an unholy Trinity–if you can’t resist one, why resist the others?
Kalley dear if it weren’t for the pesky fact that I am gayer than a debutante on holiday in Paris, I’d marry you just based on that alone.
I went to Vegas the other weekend and made a killing at the tables while smoking and drinking. And I would have come home with a bunch of money if I hadn’t spent most of my winnings at the craps table. I’d win a decent bankroll with the blackjack, then wander over to the crap table, lose it all, shuffle (hah! Get it?) back to blackjack, make some money, go to the craps table… Well, you probably get the idea. Still a fun weekend, though.
I have learned my lesson from Ex, and will make no comments about Kallessa, gambling, and me. Not a single one.
Shucks, swampy darlin’, that’s the nicest thing anyone’s said to me in ages! May I add it to my sig line?
And lightingtool, I’m not sure I know quite what you are implying, but I bet I’m not flattered by it. And I bet you’d look terrible in a dove grey morning suit. So there!
Work was great.
I get 40% off books. I will drown. I’ve got to get Nigella Lawson’s How To Eat, Le Guin’s The Telling, at least one costume history book, Chesterton’s biography of St. Francis, a bunch of Discworld…
I have to work at my other job tomorrow. Grr.
I’m offended, Ex. When’s dinner?
I don’t suppose any of you caught me as a TV star Friday morning. And I had no chance to check in here since I was busy as a… (fill in the blank). Lots and lots of phone calls. Who knew so many people watch TV?
Now I am up in hyper-paranoid-cicada land. Still no sign of them. Wonder how they’ll affect all of the spring festivals here?