He has sort of proposed to her, but without the ring, and in the car. :rolleyes: Await further updates.
I gave her new underwear for Christmas, along with a t-shirt.
Right. She’s definitely arriving soon. Before midnight. She left at three. It’s a half-hour drive. Maybe there are terrifying space monkeys prevented her arrival.
“Terrifying space monkeys that prevented her arrival.”
Mr. Lissar has eaten half a wheel of brie today. My word.
Whew - what a day! We ran to WalMart for miscellany, then to the boat to finish the winterizing. We took down the sails and brought them home, which was pretty much all that was left to be done.
We ran to the flea market/farmer’s market and got some cabbage and green beans, then looked around at a few of the stalls before coming home. After unloading all our stuff, we talked about the apartment we’ll be building for/with the newlyweds. Then I loaded the dishwasher and it’s doing its thing right now. I’ve got a Polish sausage cooking for supper. But the rest of the night will be pretty much chillin’.
I could get used to this not-going-to-work thing.
Mmmm, prime rib soup and brie cheese and polish sausage. Sounds good to me.
I’m having yogurt.
We managed to get through a whole day in jammies and ts. Yep. Sloths R Us here at the swampcave today. Well, I did go to the mailbox twice. Once this morning to get the paper and this afternoon to get the mail. We are now awaiting the arrival of pizza for supper. Somehow having pizza delivered just seemed right today. Ah sloth!
I happen to like yogurt. But, I only really like the kind that’s plain on top, with fruit on the bottom to stir in. I like that bit of tartness. All that pre-stirred stuff is just too sweet with an underlying hint of bitterness in it.
I had my first taste of yogurt when I lived in Germany. My Oma gave me some plain yogurt with a bit of fruit. The yogurt had come from the farm next door. I’ve been hooked ever since.
Okay, shower has been taken and I’m sitting here in the new jammies the kids gave me for Christmas. They’re more like lounge wear than jammies and all cottonny and comfortable.
Nothing much exciting going on. I will be watching Trading Spaces tonight for the first time in a long time. The only reason I’m watching it, is because a SDMB member and his wife are on it.
Just spoke to the hubby again because I wanted him to stop and buy some sodie pop on the way home from paint balling. He said he’d already purchased some, so cool.
Also, FCM, stop being so damn productive! You’re almost making me feel guilty for being such a slug today. 
Really, I could lie down and take a nap. It sounds really good actually, but then I won’t be able to sleep tonight.
Great minds think alike, at least regarding the slothfulness today! However, I’ll have to differ with you on the pizza thingie, just for today. I can already taste that soup and and I’m wishing the boys would hurry and get home so we can eat some.
Me, too! I haven’t watched it in ages, but I’m going to watch it tonight.
I wish I could jammy-up, but my son is at a birthday party and I need to pick him up at 8:00. As soon as I get back home, it’s Jammy Time!
And I do like yogurt, it’s just that all the talk of real food made me drool. I have started my New Year’s resolution of losing weight, eating right and getting in shape a bit early and a Dannon Light & Fit was on the menu for dinner tonight. With green tea. I have cherry tomatoes to snack on later.
I kinda wish I could jammie up and order pizza. An old friend has a party every 'Saturday after Christmas" and it’s tonight. I’m almost where I feel obligated to go, but would rather not.
I like yogurt, the fruit on the bottom, the granola on top…everything but plain really.
I’m DVR’ing Trading Spaces, even the Wife is looking forward to it.
Once I get ambitious and all work-like around here again, I have 4-5 things to hang on walls, shades and curtains to hang and walls to start painting. Can it be Christmas again?
I am SO embarrassed!! I got a rash in a moderately unmentionable spot (in the chest area, shall we say) last night and put in a call to the doctor on call for our doctor, but it was late enough and not exactly urgent so I figured I’d get called back today. Right? So this afternoon the phone rings, I answer it, and the guy says, “Dr. Whoever.” (Well, that’s not his name, but you understand that, right?) So I say, “Oh, yes, Doctor, I was calling because I have a rash in a moderately unmentionable spot” – at which point he interrupts me to find out just who my doctor is. And he’s never heard of her. And then after going around in a few more circles, we figure out that he’s a doctor who works at Papa Tigs’ place of employment who’s calling him about a computer-related problem.
So now there’s a strange doctor who thinks his computer guy’s wife starts describing her female problems to every strange man that calls. :smack: :smack: :smack:
I am SO embarrassed!!
Well, I put on clothing and worked today(Actually I don’t own any jammies{and no I don’t sleep nekkid, you pervs}). I hate weekends. I am glad this is the last Saturday I have to work this year. 
Tomorrow, much work, much hockey, and a tiny bit of partying, because I am driving. and am/am not working at 0600 Monday. I feel like Schrödinger’s employee.
MomCat, it’s like you are living in a female hygiene commercial.
FCM, i could deal with being a househusband, if the wife could deal with mancleaniness.
Back from my friend’s house. She’s facing the possibility of a choice between radiation 5 times a week for 6 weeks then cheno - or a radical masectomy. We talked for hours, about a lot of different things, but mostly that. She’ll know more after the next procedure. I suprised myself, I did not cry along with her. Instead I listened and supported, and since her husband handles this stuff by saying “I don’t like this topic” and leaving the room, I told her I’d listen anytime she wants to talk. I also (hope that I) helped her understand that he wasn’t being a prick, he’s just terrified of losing her and that’s how he deals. I know this because it’s how I dealt with my sis back in '80 thru '81. And on the way home it occured to me that by being supportive of my friend, in a weird way I am making up for not being there for my sister.
You done good, Rosie.
Hi all.
I swear to bajeebus we need an MMP summary every two pages. I don’t come in to visit enough, but I still try to keep track of everything. The result is this…
I read **Dolores Reborn ** say “you done good, Rosie.”
Now I’m scrolling upwards trying to figure out what she’s done good with this time. And then I read something about a ring, and flying space monkeys and I reading everything in reverse and only half of it makes sense and now I’m writing a run on sentence and I can’t stop and nothing is making sense anymore!
Phew…
Okay, the whole point is this, I’m sure in passing most of us have mentioned what we’re doing for New Year’s Eve, I just can’t seem to track down what you guys are up to. So… whatcha up to?
Me? I’m watching football, eating sushi, and drinking Scorpion Bowls at my friends house, then my gf and I will head into the city around 10 and enjoy fireworks and all sorts of first night happenings. If I had more time right now I’d tell you all of the tale of Panama Prime from New Year’s four years ago.
Bye all.
Rebo was commenting on a small mitzvah I performed by allowing a good friend to vent all her feelings and fears (regarding her breast cancer treatment options) and at the same time alleviate my guilt over how I did not do that for my sister 26 years ago
as for NYE, I’ll be watching bad movies and playing board games with friends
Good morning everybody! I am wide awake. A day of sloth and a good night’s sleep will do wonders for ya. A little horizontal tango helps too.
Tonight I am cooking. Tomorrow being the big New Year’s Day feed the masses feast here at the swampcave, necessitates cooking tonight. A couple friends will be over tonight to help out (well, one of 'em anyways) and hang out. They’re staying the night as some imbibing of adult rated beverages will ensue and if one over imbibes whilst at the swampcave one shall not drive until sobriety occurs. That’s the one firm rule around here. Knowing all of us we’ll be sound asleep by midnight. Such party animals we are.
It is very warm and stormy feeling outside right now. I gotta feeling we’re in for storms today.
Morning! I have walked the dog and am doing coffee. It’s gonna be a long day today, hopefully it will be fun. You know, I am going to be so busy that this is my last MMP post for the rest of the year. :eek: 
You’re doing a good thing for your friend, rosie.
BBS2k, here is your summnary:Beer! jammies! sickness! parties! sports! monkeys! yogurt!
Aw, c,mon, sleeping nekkid doesn’t make one a perv. Unless, you know, you get nekkid to have a power nap at work or you sleep nekkid on your front porch swing or something like that… :eek:
I woke up early following a dirty dream about my husband’s surgeon, who also happened to be my brother’s college roomie. I will admit that the good doctor is a strikingly handsome man (although not my type) but in my dream, he was one old horndog! Kinda like if **swampy ** was younger, strikingly handsome, and straight… 
Anyway, Bernie has been walked and fed, **FCD ** is crashed, and I’m robe-clad for my morning surf. Today is going to be yardwork day. The temps will be mild and it’s not supposed to rain, so we’ll finish the last of the leaves. Oh yes, great fun will be had.
And thus will we bid farewell to 2006: after a day of fresh air and outdoor activities, I expect we’ll be asleep by 8 or so. Party on.
I knew there was a reason I always come back to this thread.
Congratularions, rosie. You’re a great friend. The Lissar household is sending out prayers and cat-snugglings for your friend.
We did pretty much nothing yesterday, too. I think I made some custard, and I remember lying around reading things. I picked up my cheque. That was about it. I think tonight may involve pizza and cider with lots of rum. I’ll break open Driving Husbands enormous bottle of rum. For a non-drinking Mennonite, he drinks an awful lot.
In a few minutes I’m supposed to haul Mr. Lissar out of bed so we can go to church. This should be a challenge.