You call your boys by the dog’s name? You call them Lucy??? I’m seeing a lot of expensive therapy in their futures…
Aw, what the hey, Lissla, I’ll take some cake. I didn’t pack a dessert today. Is there any slightly melty ice cream to serve with it?
Does a Curly imitation of a fish out of water.
Home improvements, lawn flamingos, children’s reading levels, dogs named Lucy, and cake icing.
Nope, I got nothin’…
So I’ll just say “Hi Rue,” and leave it at that.
I think there’s some reeses pieces ice cream in the freezer- I can melt it a bit. You’re not allergic to peanuts, are you, FCM?
YES!! Count me in. I want cake and ice cream too. Now where did you get black icing, Lissla? What flavor is it?
I am impressed, Rue. I have a 76 month old and he’s just learning to read by sounding everything out. I didn’r realize how close in age our kids are. I also have two other boys that are 43 months and 25 months. They get called everybody else’s names too. Including the dog, my husband and my sister. Go figure. My motto is “If I’m lookin’ atcha then it’s you I’m talkin’ to.”
Not only am I not allergic, I love peanuts!! Even more than I love Rue, so you can imagine my passion for peanuts! [sub]No offense, Rue, sweetie[/sub]
Sounds yummerrific!
My mother still mixes up my sister and me which is kinda bad since she’s had over thirty years to sort it all out. How many years over thirty I’m not saying.
I spent the weekend painting my bedroom. It had really ugly wallpaper too. Which I’ve lived with for over seven years on account of I’m sort of lazy. But when I’m done it will be the most lovely shade of purple.
If I ever get it finished.
i was impressed until i realized that casa de day was not showcased on “house beautiful” of a&e fame.
moving huh? wow! except for college i have lived in the same house all my life.
i have expierenced the thrill of moving a huge office cross town a few times. nothing like having about 200 people try to find their desk’s and boxes’. somehow they all seem to find me with no problem…
So, where you moving to, Rue?
I just moved, and let me tell you: it can be quite a job! Even if you only have a couple of shirts, some slightly pinkish underwear, a new suit, and a couple of boxes of books…
My to-do list didn’t begin until I moved in to my new place, however. I noticed the first morning that the shower head was specially configured to direct the water no higher than my navel, and while this is most handy for blasting out belly-button lint it leaves a lot to be desired hair-washing wise. So off I went to a large home store nearby (who’s name you would know if I said it, but I won’t 'cause they ain’t paying me! (at least not yet… while I was there I applied for a job, so who knows?)).
I allowed my best friend D to accompany me. Mostly because I didn’t know the way myself, it being a new town and all, and also I didn’t have a car yet… well, that’s not strictly true, but to simplify the story let’s pretend that it is. Anyways, D was with me as I perused shower heads for my new Astrocave[sup]TM[/sup].
There were many shower heads to choose from. D pointed out one much like the shower head he has in his place, and giving me a dig in the ribs with his elbow informed me that his girlfriend was quite err… fond, shall we say, of a certain pulsating setting that this particular shower head possesses.
Hehe… I have a surprise for Astrogirl when she gets here!
An almost new role of plumber’s tape, of course! What did you think??
We are sooooo close to kicking this puppy to the second page. We can do it, I know we can. (And when I said “kicking this puppy” I didn’t mean we should actually go and kick literal puppies. It was a metaphor.)
“Expensive therapy” Snickers? So you’re predicting they’ll get such good jobs, they’ll have money they won’t know what to do with so they’ll give to to some doctor guy so they can whinge on his couch for a 55 minute “hour”? Well, that makes me feel better. At least I know they’ll have the cash to keep me in the manner in which I have become accustomed when I get old and feeble. It’s a load off my mind.
And don’t worry about getting “fat” Lissla. The curves look good on you. Nice blouse by the way. Is it new?
Now Lookout, I’m going to tell you something. These threads of mine, they are “Evolving Threads”. While most people start threads to only talk about one thing and you’re supposed to stick with the topic in the OP (that’s that first post on the top), here, well, thing mutate. If you have something you want to say as prompted from something already said, just say it. If it’s real stupid no one’s going to mock you. Much. But we might ignore you. Probably not, but if we do, don’t take it personally, just try again later.
Hi Ex. Good to see ya.
I get to spend this weekend painting Soupo’s bedroom dwyr. It won’t be purple though. And you have a real hard name to rue-inate. It’s just four letters and none of them are vowels. I guess I could call you “Pooky”, but I just don’t think I will. I’ll work on it though. Just for you.
Since college, I’ve lived in three apartments and two houses rock. But I’ve never had my own room. And I’ve never had to move an office. When someplace I’ve worked isn’t there anymore, that just meant they’ve gone out of business.
I’m not sure where I’m going Astro. Wherever the Little Woman says, pretty much. But it’ll be a better school system. (It’s good to hear from you again. I was wondering how things were going for you. And Astrogirl. Why isn’t she here yet? Not enough postage?)
-Rue.
Well, Rue, I’m kicking this puppy for you, and you know I wouldn’t do that for just anyone!
I may not paint this weekend after all - I need to seed my lawn. If the weather allows, I’ll be out there with a rake loosening the soil (sand), seeding (gotta buy a new spreader), and watering. Maybe I can get the new grass started before the lawn guys come back in a coupla 3 weeks. This is Florida - stuff grows fast. Especially weeds. Stupid weeds.
Anyway, I’m not ready to paint because I haven’t picked out the color yet. Plus I need to repair the sheetrock in the arch over the office doorway. I put some spackle up there, but I kinda sorta forgot about sanding it. So I’m going to need a sanding sponge and more spackle to smooth it all out. Then I can paint. After I take down all the pictures in the hallway, and all the nails. Dang, I have a lot to do. All this just to sell a stupid house.
On the positive side, we’ve done a slight redesign of our new future house and we really like the changes we made. The garage doors will be on the side instead of in the front. I don’t like when the facade of a house is dominated by garage doors. So that’s good.
No more puppy kicking.
Aww. Does that mean I have to give up my favorite pasttime? They look so cute flying through the air.
When you get that new grass seed spreader Snickers, get the kind you hold and turn the crank rather than the kind that has wheels and you push around. See, when you move from the Land of Sun and Weeds to the Land Further North Where it Snows, you can take the grass seed spreader and fill it with de-icer (not rock salt, the white grainy kind- it works better) and spread the de-icer all over your sidewalks and driveway (Oh wait, are you going to have a giant driveway? You might want a pushy kind.) after you (and by “you” I mean FairyChatDad- not that you can’t shovel snow, I just figure you’re smarter than that and you’ll use your feminine whiles on the poor sap and get him to do it) shovel.
You can keep on kicking those puppies welby. Just as long as it’s ALL YOUR IDEA and you’re not doing it for me.
-Rue.
Rue, in the immortal words of Bryan Adams:
You know it’s true, everything I do, oooooooooooh, I do it for you. . .
Good, the thread’s still alive on Thursday.
Copper_moon, the icing is just black. I added about a 16th of a teaspoon of black food colouring to it. Looks pretty cool… er. Jake. I meant jake.
I’m glad I found some takers for the cake.
I dread moving. I’d like a bigger place, but we have a gazillion books already in a very small space, and I just know that if we move somewhere bigger, they’ll multiply and we’ll drown.
Man, that’s no kidding about stuff multiplying to fill available space! My very first apartment was a studio with a Murphy bed. Cute, little, and not much room for stuff. Still, I managed to get my first bit of furniture - a rocking chair. After that, the apartments got bigger, as did the furniture, including a piano and a bedroom set. Plus lots of kitchen gadgetry. Then there was the first house purchase, followed by marriage, other house purchases, a kid, more furniture, more gadgetry, more stuff. GAH!
When we moved into this place, we had to sell one bedroom set and a sofa and love seat (our last house was quite a bit larger) and we only bought 4 barstools for the kitchen island. Oh yeah - and the desk for the Perfect Child[sup]TM[/sup]. And MIL continues to give us small appliances, so the kitchen cabinets fill and overflow into the laundry room.
We’ve already decided to give more than half of what we have (including the piano and the entertainment center) to the kid when we sell this place. We’ll take our bedroom set, the dining room, and the big desk, plus a few small items. She gets the rest. So when we build our retirement home, we can buy more stuff to replace the stuff we got rid of. Can’t do nothing about it, tho. Stuff multiplies to fill the available space. It’s a law of physics, and by golly, in our family, that’s one law we obey!
I have an aunt who loves to unload kitchen gadgets on my parents. They then try to unload them on me. I think I am still fleeing a waffle iron and a sandwich maker grill. I already have three mixers, a hand blender, a big crockpot, and a Cuisinart. I do not need any more kitchen gadgets!
Also, four cutting boards.
Lisslar Lissar if you don’t already have a sammich maker thingy and a waffle iron, go for those. They’re handy. Trust me. Especially if the waffle iron also has a flat side for making pancakes or grilled cheese sammiches. It is an invaluable tool. You can run fast and far from the mixers, blenders and crockpots, but do not fear the sammich maker and waffle iron.
And, just cause this is one of Rue’s hijackable threads, here’s my hijack.
Guess who I’m gonna get to take to dinner in May? Go on. Guess. I’ll wait. (doo doo doo doo doo doo dooooooooo! doo doo doo doo doo! doo doo doo doo doo!) (sing it in you head. it’s just like the theme to Jeopardy).
Give?
Really?
You Give?
I am taking… the one and only… (drum roll)
FairyChatMom to dinner. I even let her pick the place. She’s taking me to a fish camp. Maybe I should be afraid :eek:! But, I’m not afraid.
Cause I think she likes me. Maybe. But then again, she was all anxious to come slap me around til I got over wanting to build a house. Maybe I should be afraid.
Nah! She won’t hurt me. Cause she knows Rue likes me. Right? Am I right? I got a new sig line from Rue so FairyChatMom won’t hurt me, right? Even tho I called her an old broad a time or two? Even tho I make jokes about her being 6 months and 6 days older than me? Even if I pay for dinner? She won’t hurt me, right? Tell me! :eek:
Of course I won’t hurt you, my dear. Whatever gave you that idea?!?!?
[sub]hehehehehehe[/sub]
I’m jealous.
I want take FairyChatMom out for dinner. She’s all spiffy and stuff. Plus, she seems to like me for some inexplicable reason. And, really, if anybody is going to take a FairyChatSmack, it oughta’ be me.
And swampbear can have my house if he wants it, except mine’s near Albany NY, not GA, and he wants a custom build and I have too much crap to move/store/burn when I eventually get out of here. So I guess that’s right out.
See, Rue? I came up with something. You’ve just got to give me a little time.