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Welcome to the clan of the Cool Kids. The only requirement is that you send me love offerings of chocolates. Easy-peasy! 
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(Kotick is dancing along the MMP with a basket full of chocolates and hotdogs, passing them around to everyone)
That’s so funny–I was just talking about you this weekend. My family was discussing the avisability of touching a baby that does not belong to you, and I was thinking about your rabid defense of Joey when he was fresh out of the oven. My aunts seemed surprised that I was so adamant about it, but I had to explain that as a tiny child with bright red curls, strangers paid attention to me in ways that would get them arrested in this day and age. People used to come up to me in the grocery store and pick me up without even saying “boo” to my mother, and Grandma still wonders why I dyed my hair black in college.
But yeah. Anyway, thought of you.
“You got chocolate in my hotdogs!”
“You got hot dogs in my chocolate!!!”
MMMMMMMM… chocolate/chili/cheese/onion slawdogs! It’s meat, veggies and dessert on a bun! I’ll make a fortune! I’m rich! I’m rich! What? Who wouldn’t want one!
MsRobyn, hmmm… nickname that! Ummm… MsR rest asured there were fabulous gay rednecks in Yoknapatawpha County. I mean it was Faulkner after all. I’ll leave that arguement to you and Sampiro though.
Ok, I’m about to be outta this here work place! I’m done with my stuff and there ain’t a thing happenin’, so why should I stay.
I’ll holler at y’all from home sometime or other. I’m thinkin’ cold beer and pool time right now. YEEEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAA!!!
No hot dogs for me, today. I’ma goin’ to my bestest frien’s house ‘n havin’ steaks. Cooked on the grill. Yummers!
I was going to be at work today, but Friday I decided that there wasn’t any point to being there when all I’d be doing was twiddling my thumbs. Much more convenient to play games late into the night, sleep in, and twiddle them here.
Yesterday I got a very, very big cat tree/condo. So far, only Shiva (the just-past-being-a-kitten-cat) seems to like it. Neko keeps hopping off anytime I put him on one of the platforms so I can pet him without bending over. It’s early days, though. With luck, he’ll warm up to it.
I should probably shower. And eat something. Hurray for lazy days!
Hey, all. Guess who took a Flexeril last noc and slept until 0945 and so has missed her MacBook tutorial?
That would be me… 
I am debating just driving up there anyway–I can’t raise anyone on the phone. The voice mail keeps saying they’re closed. If this dude scheduled me for a day when the store is closed-- 
Why would the store be closed today–isn’t this day a huge shopping day? I know when I worked at Field’s downtown it sure was.
I used to like hot dogs, and then I had brats.–as in wurst, not kids! I am somewhat off hotdogs these days, but those Lil Smokies I could eat by the handful.
My preferred condiment with hotdogs is cream cheese. I don’t like ketchup or mustard or relish or raw onions. I’m great fun at parties!
Good morning everyone and welcome to Kotick and MsRobyn .
We’ve woken up to a bit of cloud cover this morning, but it’s supposed to burn off sometime this morning. I hope so, because we’re taking a bunch of folks on the boat with us. We’re supposed to leave at 9:30. I’m not quite sure we’ll make 9:30, we’ll see.
I like a hot dog once in a great blue moon. I much prefer beer brats, though. Actually, the german weiners or hotdogs are much better than any American version. I used to get those all the time from the German deli.
Oof, I’m having hard time waking up. I’m already running out steam. It would have been nice if we could have just stayed home today. Oh well, the plans have been made.
I spent a good two hours in the hot sun yesterday cleaning out the inside of the boat. I removed all the cushions, cleaned them, cleaned all the areas underneath the cusions, cleaned all the trim, the flooring, the vinyl trim, the glovebox/icechest, and windows. I cleaned every square inch inside the boat and vacuumed it to. It was hard work with the sun beating down on me. I had to stop a few times and go sit in the shade for about five minutes at a time.
Well, I should get ready to go.
Hello to kotick, MsRobyn, and FaerieBeth! Welcome!
It’s a heat alert day here, so I’m going to work to huddle in theiir air conditioning for eight hours while pretending to be useful.
Mr. Lissar just got World of Warcraft :eek: I may never get the computer again! This may be the final farewell!
Everyone think energetic vibes at me this week. I am going to be unusually busy with self-motivated stuff. I’m bad at self-motivation.
Hah, I got plenty of attention like that…I had the dark red curls, and considering I was very obviously Indian, I also got picked up and talked to, and played with. I never dyed my hair black, though, it has just grown darker.
FaerieBeth, i don’t know how thoroughly you’re cleaning, but I am cleaning down to the bottom. This includes reorganizing the linen closet (amazing that I have one!) and organizing all the drawers so we can find things. We’re not the neatest of people but I like to at least have an idea of where to go when I’m looking for a skirt! I also finally put away the winter clothes. Yes, it’s July. Do you realize it’s the Northeast U.S.???
Hah! You are DOOMED! DOOMED! I say. That game is addiciting; very addicting. Fortunately, we are past that stage. It’s been months since Mr. Taters and I played the game. Our kids still play though. We have TWO accounts. Beware…beware.
Mmmm, hot dogs. I loves 'em. Beef, pork, kosher, heathen, mystery – they’re all good in my book. Chili, cheese & onions? Check. Mustard, onions, and kraut? Yum. Beans & weenies? Lemme at ‘em. There’s a little place called Walkin’ Dog near my office that does 'em up right.
Unfortunately, I too am working today, mostly because I didn’t want to burn a vacation day when it’s going to be slow in the office anyway. I imagine I’ll be able to slip out about 3:00-ish.
I like hot dogs, but I can be picky.
My first choice of hot dog is from the carts of street vendors. I don’t know how, but they make the best hot dogs in the known universe. I’ll typically load one of those down with mustard, relish, onions, hot peppers and pickles. Sometimes ketchup and/or mayo. For some reason those are just the best dogs to load up with crap.
When it comes to store bought though there’s only one brand I like: Schneider’s Red Hots. Served on a bun with copious amounts of yellow mustard, and sometimes onions. I’ve tried other brands – Maple Leaf, Shopsy’s, Maple Lodge Farms … crap, all of them. They all have an unpleasant flavour I just dislike. Schneider’s is the only one that has that hot dog flavour I so enjoy.
There’s a hot dog cart outside of the mall I live behind, right in front of Canadian Tire. I resent them for raising their prices a whole buck a couple of years ago, but even so … on a nice summer day, there’s just nothing finer for those spur-of-the-moment lunch decisions then hitting that cart up for a good dog loaded down.
LiLi, I just signed up for the belly dancing class I mentioned last week. It starts next Tuesday! Yay!
Well, 'Mika, I guess you could say I’m cleaning down to the bottom, too. I save my Spring Cleaning for the summer, when I actually have time to do it. Right now I’m in the kitchen, I’ll be organizing my recipe collection as the culmination of my efforts. I may make a trip to the laundromat this afternoon, too. We have a pillow top mattress pad that is in need of it’s next freshening. I have to take it to the 'mat because it won’t fit in my washing machine. I will Febreeze the mattress, too.
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Drae**, I still get slightly skeeved out when people talk to my little one without acknowledging me first. It must be some bizarre mother bear instinct.
Lissla, my husband likes to game, too, and Stronghold is currently enjoying a resurgence in our household.
elenor, I have never heard of hot dogs and cream cheese! Do you spread it on the bun or the dog itself? How does that work?
I just got back from taking the dogs to the dog park. I’m worn out! Lucy had such a good time there. Chasing and barking and swimming. Ol’ Blaze just sits and watches. Oh, and he sniffs around a lot, and pees on everything. But he hates the water.
I’ve started doing the laundry. And I washed the dishes from last night and breakfast (just now had a full load.) I’m trying to decide what to fix for dinner. Not hot dogs! LOL! Tomorrow we will grill some for lunch, but main dinner will be ham and scalloped potatoes and asparagus.
Last night we had grilled Cornish hens, corn on the cob and fresh cooked green beans. Fab-oo-lous!
The menus for this week are:
Spaghetti
Catfish
Steaks
Ham (for tomorrow)
Taco salad
Poke chops
Chicken livers
Chicken and red wine with tarragon, over noodles
Mmm - I think it’s time for lunch now. Everything sounds good.
Welcome newbies! This is the coolest place to be any day of the week!
Later gators.
I just remember you saying that anybody who touched your baby without permission was going to forfeit that hand, and thinking Yeah, that’s how it should be.
So, I promised discussion of my weekend in Maryland. It wasn’t very exciting. Friday night I sat in traffic for quite some time and only had a minor panic attack on the Delaware Memorial Bridge, making it to my parents’ house around 11:30. Then I went to bed.
Saturday, I woke up at 7:30 for some ungodly reason. Mom had showed me where to find the coffeepot and everything I’d need (Mom and Dad just moved into this place, so I had never been there before). The unfortunate part is that Dad had said “The alarm’s on, so don’t open the doors.” And then neglected to tell me the alarm code. So I had to wait until the ole fogeys got up at 10 to go outside for a cigarette. Mom actually felt quite bad about that.
Then it was time to go to my Aunt Nancy’s house for the traditional yearly pool party. Mom and I went to Target on the way because she needed to pick up a couple things, and I scored a pair of shoes, some new jammies (because I couldn’t sleep over with all the other cousins in the skimpy baby-doll number I’d brought when I thought I’d be spending the whole weekend in the guest room), and a t-shirt. If I’d been inclined, I could have gotten more, but I didn’t want to seem greedy.
And then … the Family. Grandparents, parents, brother and SIL, 2 niblets, 3 aunts, two uncles, nine cousins, two cousins-in-law. It’s chaos. Fun chaos, but chaos nevertheless. Grandma and The Aunts pick something to obsess about at every family event, and this year it was the different body types of the granddaughters. I’m the oldest at 30, all the girls are three years apart, with Jenny the youngest at 15. Probably because we all happened to be wearing bathing suits, we were subjected to a lineup in which Grandma and the Aunts decided who had the same body types and what ran in the family and everything else. I was rather thankful when my mother came out and pointed out that I was shaped like her family and therefore didn’t need to be involved. It’s all because Sara’s boobs suddenly got huge, and the Aunts were jealous, I think.
My family is so damn weird.
I like hot dogs, too. With chili and cheese if available, with ketchup and relish otherwise. And with those nice stripey burns off the grill? The bestest! When I buy them myself, I get all beef, but the vendor ones are definitely the best. A New Orleans Lucky Dog is the very bestest of the bestest! And I definitely don’t want to know what goes into those.
What’s worse then canned Vienna sausages and the like? Potted Meat Product. A friend gave me a can of that for a high school graduation present. That was mumbledy-mumble years ago and I’m still wondering what he meant by that.
Sorry I was AWOL all last week – I got buried with work and had a 24-hour bug besides, and by the time I got to feeling better and dug my way out, a fresh pile of work landed on me and you guys were on page 75 or so of the MMP. So I figured I’d just start afresh this week.
I need to get some better storage containers to change out my seasonal clothes. I also need to get some motivation. I’m clothing myself out of boxes right now since I’m too lazy to do an Official Seasonal Clothing Switch. I figure by the time I do it at this point, it’ll be time to do it again come fall, so I’ll just wait and do it then. Yeah, that’s the ticket. (I’m also wearing my favorite t-shirt today, The Procrastinator, which about sums up my motivation level.)
I don’t know what we’re going to do for the Fourth except probably take the dogs to the beach tomorrow morning. Early morning is Official Lab Exercise Hour – there’s about 19 labs out of 20 dogs (the 20th being a golden retriever like ours). And our golden retriever has suddenly become an enthusiastic swimmer. Nobody will believe that he was scared of the water up until a few weeks ago. I’ll take my camera to get some photographic evidence if I can pry myself out of bed early enough.
I’m at work today, but not even making a pretense of looking busy. You know it’s going to be a fat waste of time when you get to the office and half of the lights aren’t on at 8:15. This place usually hums along 24/7.
We had hotdogs last night for dinner - done on the grill until they start to blacken and explode lengthwise. No buns, though, thanks to South Beach.
Yawn. Wake me when it’s time to go home.
Hi, hi, hi!! Did anybody miss me last week? We were on vacation and a nice, restful vacation it was, visiting with family in North Carolina. Too bad little baby cherry was mildly sick, which developed into Ear Infection by the weekend. We’re off to the ear doctor today, to see if a tube has been ejected.
I refuse to comment on hot dogs because, while no longer vegetarian, I still think I am, and I cannot bring myself to comment on such a thing. 
Has anyone else been celebrating the Fourth of July since, oh about last Friday? My neighborhood has. Every night it bam-boom-crack-snap-pop BAM BAM BOOM. All kinds of fireworks and snappy whappy fizzledee boops. Make it stop already. This is not one of my most favoritest holidays. It’s The Loud Holiday, as far as I’m concerned. Bah FourthHumbug!
Today, I’m trying to whittle down my insane email build up, and cope with the just-received news that a friend’s husband has decamped, so this is all I got at the moment.
Stayed home today (Legitimate illness, I am sick of the place). Love hot dogs too, but only real ones, the wife bought some turkey franks once, there is just something unnatural about that. Have a safe 4th all.
