When it happens, be my guest…
Yeah, man!
Fight the Power. Or Speak Truth to Power. Or something.
I forget.
Well, I’ve had one already, and it’s worth it. Let me also point out that I’m not saying this as a confirmed dirty old man, but as a conniseur of cookies-and-milk-style Mom hugs.
Just as long as it’s not immediately before you die. I couldn’t bear the thought of hugging you to death. :eek:
me no posty this week (or last), sorry MMPers. The Danger(grand)Parentes (sic) are in town for the fortnight, so I’m forced to return with my regularly scheduled mayhem[sup]TM[/sup] next week!
unless of course I can find time to post the lunacy that has beset the last several days, but lo, there’s been scant lunacy to recount!.
I haven’t read either of those–so far, I’ve read Bloodsucking Fiends and Coyote Blue, and loved them both. The Coyote stories are just brilliant!
So, Exgineer, I noticed I’m not on your list of people you want to meet. What am I, chopped liver? Geez! I’m a really cool person, ya know–everyone should want to meet me! The next time taxi78cab is in Raleigh, we’re having a mini-MMP get-together, so you’re welcome to join us!
Yahoo has something similar to msn. You have to have a Yahoo account and have to make the album public. I don’t remember if there’s a limit on the space.
swampy, as long as the intrigue doesn’t last too long. We’re (what’s a nice word for nosy and obsessive?) ermmmm… we have inquiring minds.
GT
[QUOTE=ExgineerBut mostly FairyChatMom. I need to give her a hug before I die.*[/QUOTE]
Ya know, that’s a good idea. I think we should all give FCM a hug before we die. We could even have pilgrimages.
But not crusades. Unless we get to carry swords and stuff.
I think I need to go home now.
Swords are good.
Why am I not on the list, Ex? I’m your wife!
Danger Averted. SQD is coming next Wednesday. For five days. It’s nice to have lots of notice, really it is. I must phone round tomorrow and find someone to take my Thursday shift. And get lots of chocolate. She needs to be fed every two hours. Having her and Quasi-Daughter is like having an entire nest of cheeping baby birds, except pushier.
Ah, don’t feel too bad Magic Eyes and Lissla , *I * was left off Ex’s list too. Maybe he’s just too overwhelmed by all of our good qualities to remember each of us by name…maybe. 
Well, no painting was done today. The hubby was too tired when he got home from work and I just really felt blechy and oogy all day. It was a miracle I managed to wash some clothes and get the required stuff for the eldest child.
I think I’m going to turn in now. It’s late.
VunderBob when it goes down, I’ll tell all provided I’m alive still to do so. Howzat for mystery and intrigue MMPers? 
Ex I want to meet AngelPants and you real bad too. For some reason not much work related stuff ever comes up in the northeast except for Maine and Massachusettes. I’m not real sure why that is. Actually, I have even mentioned that should something come up in the Albany area, provided it’s not like in the dead of winter when it’s all icy and snowy (sorry, I don’t do that too good), I want to do it. Problem is this stuff comes out of Tucson so I kinda have to watch and wait and pounce on it if’n I see it. I keep watchin’, waitin’ and being ready to pounce.
I have hugged and been hugged by FCM. Those of us who have should have tshirts or mugs or beer coozies that say “Official FCM hugger/huggee” or sump’n.
We spend a lot of time in Maine (my parents) and Massachusetts (my sister, brother-in-law, and niece) too.
Look here, folks, I couldn’t possibly mention everybody by name, which is why I used the elipses. If you’re reading this I want to meet you in person, 'kay?
So I get up this morning as usual and shuffle half asleep to the backdoor to let the dogs out. Jade, Isa and Simba go right out but Chang Lee needs a drink. So I’m standing there in the breakfast nook and I start hearing thumping from out in the yard. I run outside but it’s dark so all I can see is the sillouette (heh, I spelt that right from the get-go). Anyways, all I can see is the outline of sumpin’ big and furry and bumbling teetering on the top of my board-on-board fence. And big ol furry Simba is jumpin’ up on the fence tryin’ to get at it. The other two little runts are eggin’ him on. Poor whatever-it-was nearly falls off every time Simba jumps on the fence. Simba has become selectively deaf by this time and is not hearing my stern command to come (right). I run back in the house to turn on the flood lights but by this time the bumbler and Simba are behind a clump of trees. Next thing I hear is Simba yelping like a stuck pig. Then he streaks into the house. Natcherly, Mr. Anachi and The Princess[sup]TM[/sup] are up and none too happy about the noise. I ‘spect the neighbors weren’t either. The bumbler has high-tailed it and all is quiet again. ‘Ceptin’ my poor old ticker which is makin’ a real racket bangin’ against my ribcage. 
Maybe it was a possum or maybe it was a racoon or it coulda been a bear. :eek: I hope it picks a different route for it’s way back.
Tupug (Currently sufferin’ from adrenalin overdose)
Wednesday is whoosh day for me, it seems. Between the secret shared by Bob and swampy, and the ROUS that s-f saw eating children, I’m really in the dark.
But hey, I’m used to it.
I am using dial-up so I often forward my home phone calls to my cell phone when I’m online. You dial a little code and the phone number you are forwarding to and the phone you are forwarding to rings. Since I am silly I often answer it “hello” and talk to myself on both phones. This morning I just answered the phone auomatically saying the name of the place I work instead of hello and then I realized what I did and started laughing at myself. Then I called myself a doofus and hung uo on me.
I cleaned out the garage a little on Sunday and I unpacked at least one box labeled “glass”. It had some glass jars and a cookie jar I forgot I had. I think my mother gave it to me or I inherited it from my grandmother. Anyway, I remembered seeing it online before so I looked it up and it’s a Twin Winton Smokey the Bear cookie jar. What’s funny is that there are people selling it for about $10.00 and this set I linked to is being sold for $150.00. Maybe it’s only the whole set that’s really valuable.
I also have a Smiley Pig cookie jar that my mother gave me. It used to have a matching salt and pepper set but only one of those was found. Some of these have gone for big bucks but I don’t think mine are worth that much. What’s amazing to me is that these kitschy (spelling) somewhat ugly (you should see the pig jar) things that once sold for a few bucks at the local Woolworth’s are now worth hundreds, even thousands of bucks. So I guess I need to find a nice safe place to put my collectible cookie jars before the cats break them.
I also found a set of pretty bowls of different sizes. They are sort of flower shaped (tulips) and all say “made in Japan”. They are all a white color but the two largest are pink and blue. I have no idea where I got these or if they are worth anything but they are pretty.
I don’t really have any safe place to display glass or ceramics. Anything on a shelf, table or counter is in danger of being broken by a cat.
Finished A Hat Full of Sky yesterday. Ach! Yer gonna git sech a kickin’! Crivins!
Sorry. Nac Mac Feegle books are bad for me.
It’s not sunny today. It’s raining. That’s kind of nice, because we haven’t had any rain yet this spring, but it’s been 25C and sunny for the past few days, and the clouds are making me sleepy.
Hey, I just thought of something. I made crockpot jambalaya on Sunday, and had my first serving of it last night for dinner. And it was awesome!
That came from someone around here, didn’t it? Who is it? Because I want to thank you.
Woo! I’m special enough to be on Ex’s list of people to meet. The explicit list, not the “and ever’body else” list. :sniff: I feel so special!
So I have the interview this morning and it went really well. They want me to come back for a second interview. Crap. I was hoping they wouldn’t like me. I don’t really want to leave my job. We get to go to Vegas every year. How do you beat that?? But now they did like me so that means that I have to decide whether I want to be in a more important position (VP… although in a company with only 7 people so it doesn’t mean ALL that much) and a more visible role in the region but give up some time and have more stress (probably). Although it’s not stress free here: I got yelled at by the office manager when I got back because I’d only told one person how long I was going to be gone, and she left right after I did so no one else knew. Oops. The office manager yells a lot. But despite that, I like my job. It really would have been easier if they didn’t like me in the interview. Or if the job had sounded so bad that I could have said “Thanks for your time, but I’m not interested.” But it did sound interesting and challenging. But I don’t know if I really want to be challenged! It’s kinda nice feeling comfortable in my job. Decisions. Ugh. :sigh:
Taxi, people yell at you at your job? I do not approve! Maybe the new place won’t have yell-y type people, plus how is the money? Would it be good stress or evil stress? Or flip a coin and if you’re happy with the answer, yay, if not, to heck with the coin and you’ve got your answer anyway. Decision making Ashes-style.
Artichokes are yummy, especially with melted butter. Or home-made mayo.
SWAMPY! Spill!
I know I’ve posted my recipe for jambalaya on the SDMB a couple of times, so maybe it was me, in which case, you’re more than welcome. Iffen it was somebody else’s recipe, then speak up and let’s compare recipes.
WE went out for Thai food last night, (actually we walked across the street from the shop, so it wasn’t really out out), and I had yellow curry, mild, and Missus had green curry, medium. After, She said she’d get mild next time. It was good tho.
Puggy, it was probably a Boogum.