Yeah, sure. Given your spelling (or should I say, misspelling) prowess, you probably thought it was spelled c-a-l-l but then misspelled it c-a-u-l.
Well they blew the horns
And the walls came down
- The Call
I just realized that in my haste this morning I forgot say Hooray for the Birthday! :smack:
There. Now I feel better. 
What a bunch of wimps. I’ve watched the entirety of two emergency c-sections so I don’t want to hear anyone complaining about watching a “fun factory” delivery. 
I’m baaaaack!
Didja miss me? Huh? Huh?
Wanna hear 'bout my adventures? Huh? Huh?
No piss, poop or puke, promise!
WOOHOO KALLESSA’S BACK!!!
How bout belches and farts? Any of those? Ex might appreciate hearing about those cause they could be categorized as manly things.
Oh and dish! Spill it all. Leave out no details. We want to hear the whole sordid and lurid tales of Kallessa does New Yawk.
Happy Birthday, Katcha! And many happy returns. I did nothing manly this weekend, nor did I use any manly power tools. I did, however, luck into a little fiddy-buck windfall. Apparently, when I got cash back a week ago Saturday at the grocery, what was supposed to be $30 (a twenty, and two fives) turned out to be $75!!! (a twenty, a five and a FIFTY DOLLAR BILL!) which I didn’t notice until two days ago. A quick call to the store’s accounting person verified that the cashier had not been short so I’m a WEINNER! (I really like that such a simple thing just makes my day.)
Lis looking forward to hearing about your adventures. (Not that I’m put off by poo, puke, burps, cauls, or c-sections)
Kalley, if you need someone to ask before you lay whatever’s on your mind down on us, you just don’t get the whole MMP mindset. Now, do you?
Speaking of cupcakes, I turn the big 5-0 in July. I want a party by my pool and I want cupcakes. It’s my birthday and if I say cupcakes I better get em dangit!
Oh and Kallessa we’re still waiting.
Don’t get impatient, swampy darlin’, I was just about to say how much more I like you than mean ol’ Rue.
I’m still at work, and I must do something to earn my keep because I spent money like crazy in New York. I shall endeavor to create the magnus opus of adventure writing this evening, so you East Coasters can enjoy it in the morning. A small taste . . .
I shook hands with one Broadway star, and exchanged a “hello, fine day” with another. I tasted near perfection, gazed upon true beauty, stood where giants have trod, was awed by the magnificance of the cosmos and rode the subway all by myself.
Oh, and I got my “cupcakes” fitted for new duds. Perky, even.
Hey, I’ve ridden the subway solo too. I’ve even dangled from one of those overhead handholds not unlike a side of unattractive beef. Did you also find it somewhat disconcerting that there’s nothing between you and the edge of the platform but air? Especially as the trains go whooshing by. I was always worried someone would shove me from behind and presto, human pate. Probably has something to do with growing up one of six kids.
Let’s see… got no kids, my nephew is five so he hardly ever poops on anyone anymore… best I’ve got I guess is my little baby kittens-poor little things have an upper respiratory infection. They sneeze a lot which is kind of sad and cute at the same time. The smallest one keeps getting gunky eyes and her eyelids gummed shut. Doesn’t seem to bother her much though.
From owl barf last week to Katcha pee this week. Woohoo, what fun! I’ll have to make sure I get early Mondays off from now on!
Happy (belated) birthday, kiddo. And many more!
Kallessa! Welcome back, darling. I’m glad you enjoyed your trip to New York City (or, as I like to call it, Stinkytown). I get forced to go down there all the time and I hate, hate, hate it. Evil, nasty, spawn-of-the-devil city. Escape from New York isn’t just the title of a crappy movie, ya’ know.
And dwyr? They decommissioned the last of the old red line trains, so they don’t have any with the strap hangers anymore. Just the boring old fixed handrails. Sucks for short people. I always feel bad for the little babes who can’t find anything to hold on to. I’m always ready to offer my arm, because I’m a gentleman. No ulterior motives here, no sir.
Hey there…I’m an old hand at baby TMI…THREE C-sections with my wife, the last 2 of which I actually ATTENDED…and…gasp VIDEOTAPED! Yes, I have the births of my son and second daughter on videotape, along with my wife’s belly all flayed open…stuff you normally only see on TLC surgery shows…
…as for manly-man stuff, I built a table saw station this weekend. Yep, used all KINDS of power tools: pneumatic brad nailer, finish nailer, power drill, 10" portable power table saw, biscuit joiner, router…
…made the thing out of 1/2" birch plywood, 3/4" melamine and oak trim…all so I can mount my 10" portable power table saw in it and delay purchasing a good cabinet saw (like a Delta Unisaw or Grizzly) for a couple of years…
…here’s a picture: http://www.newyankee.com/getproduct3.cgi?9908
…and a photo here: http://www.newyankee.com/getphoto2.cgi?9908.jpg
…of the pattern that I followed.
Oh, and lest I completely forget…
Congrats on the 4th-year thing. It starts to get interesting fast from there…
I turn 42 in July, which day is yours? And if you have Kallessa’s cupcakes at the party then I’ll be there with bells (and not much else) on.
swampy wants 50 cupcakes?? Isn’t that just a bit much? I bet he want sprinkles on them too, just to be difficult. That’s what happens when guys turn into geezers - they get difficult.
Whoohooo!!
Pool party at swampy’s place! Birthday celebrations! Cupcakes (hubba, hubba)! Beer! BBQ! Hahoo!!
Waitaminnit…
Jawja. In July.
Uhm… I have to get my hair cut that day.
Sorry, Rue. Happy belated birthday to Katcha. Give the big guy an extra hug from me, 'kay?
July 29th is my big day. I have a privacy fence so knock yerself out.
Sprinkles and chocolate frosting. I want ice cream too. I intend to enter geezerhood in style!
Fine Ex but you’ll miss getting beer out of the floating cooler which I am so gonna buy. Besides I got these floats that let ya kinda lay in the water while floating around. They’ll keep ya nice and cool. 
-swampbear (all smileys tonight)
That floating cooler only holds 18 beers there, Angel Pants. What are the rest of you going to drink.
I’ll compromise; you can have the cupcakes. I don’t have much of a sweet tooth.
It can be reloaded at regular intervals ya know. Maybe I need two. hmmmmmm