First, just let me say, I don’t need closure. It was just a punchy title for this thread. I think a thread should have a punchy title. A thread titled “Punchy” would be stupid, though. Unless it was about, for example, the Hawaiian Punch guy.
(“Fruit-juicy, fruit-juicy! Hey, hows about a nice Hawaiian Punch?”
“Sure!” blammo! He punches the other guy in the snoot.
Why don’t they have that commercial anymore?)
Back to my thread…
What I did want was a little more info on your lives. (Probably not your life, but there you go.) An update as it were. (I like that phrase. “as it were” even if it isn’t gramatically correct. Maybe I should use “as it whirrs”. That could be good too.)
Soda, you got a puppy. How’s it going? SexyWriter, you got a puppy, too. How’s it going? Jester, you’re in a play or something. How’s it going? SummerOne, you just joined the Message Board. How’s it going? (Not that I really care, it’s just exciting for a Newbie to see her (in this case) name in a thread.) Buffy, you’re back from the dead. How’s it going? (You never know who might join our little group.) Daniel Stern, your show got cancelled after two weeks. Ha ha ha ha!
There’s probably more, but I can’t think of anything right now. But if you have something going on in your life, and you want to chat…
How’s it going?
or just (very un-gramatical)
How’s things?
-Rue. (Who really, really cares about each any every one of you. Really.)
Maybe I’m hitting on her, maybe I’m not, dropzone. I’m not saying.
[Peter Lorre voice] Come here little girl. I’ll give you some candy. [/Peter Lorre voice]
Peter Lorre? Summs, he’s an actor. Yeah, an old-timey one, but still… Casablanca, The Maltese Falcon… either of those ring a bell? How about Arsenic and Old Lace?
He sounds like Ren. From Ren and Stimpy. The cartoon… Kids today, sheesh, no sense of history.
My life? Don’t get me started! Don’t EVEN get me started!! (I hate Molly Shannon. Such is life.)
Update on my life: um… I didn’t iron my shirt this morning (well, OK, I never iron my shirts… I go for the ‘wrinkled English Prof.’ look…). I have next week off, because it’s mid-term week (Huzzah!!! Finally a few days off!!!). The book should be out Monday or Tuesday (THAT will be cool!:D). I made a big old pot o’ chili, and am emitting gaseous vapors from unsavory bits of my anatomy… and Astrogirl is less than impressed…
That’s it from here.
(OH! and on another topic, the other day, AAAAAAALMOST!! I think you know what I mean, Rue! )
Puppy is doing fine (his name is Sigge, btw). He’s growing like crazy, he doubled his weight from 3 pounds to 6 pounds in less than 4 weeks. He’s just about house broken, but his signals for “I want to pee!” and “I want to play!” are the same, so it gets confusing sometimes.
He is a fast learner, he know sit, wait, lay down, fetch and kiss.
He’s also mind boggingly cute. His face is really furry and after he’s slept he’s all flat on one side. And the way he curls up next to me during morning cuddle time is worth any and all wet and cold walks in the rain and storm.
My sister’s wedding was this weekend. She was beautiful. I looked like a schmuck. I hate weddings. Especially when everyone keeps asking me “So, when are you getting married?”
NEVER
So I’m still in a bit of a bad mood from that. But at least I got her wedding gift done in time. (And I managed to get lurker to come with me after all.)
Soda, 6 pounds? That ain’t no dog. A dog has to weight at least a stone. Sheesh! (A stone = 14 pounds. You knew that of course, but not everyone reading this thread does. Pesky kids. And my indominable Lucy only weighs in at 11 pounds, just so you know I way only kidding since I don’t use smilies.) (I coulda just put “(kidding)” in, but it wouldn’t be the same.)
Good for you Astro, I told you, always keep the peanut butter on the inside of the bread. You were talking “sandwiches”, right?
Yeah, like Summs’ll be hip to Steely Dan, drop. You might as well tell her the group is named after a Barbarella character just to watch her eyes glaze over. She could pat you on your head, and get you your cane.
(SummerOne, I’m just teasing. It’s what we do here.)
-Rue.
OK, people, I’m not asking about your sex lives. I’m so happy for you and all, but I really don’t care about your simultaneous orgasms. This is a “Family Friendly” thread.
Thank you.
-Rue. (Who can really be a prude sometimes.)
My friend Betty gave me two buckets of cuttings that I’m going to plant on the north side of my house under the eaves. We don’t have gutters and the runoff is making a ditch in the yard. These plants should help divert the runoff.
My husband hates his job more and more every day, but he’s not gotten any response from any resumes he sent out, except for the offer of a job in Texas, but we don’t want to move there. So he’s always down and I’m at a loss how to cheer him up.
My idiot Dalmatian is healing from her encounter with a German shepherd that was loose in the neighborhood. She still flinches if I touch her left side, but it’s getting better every day.
We bought a caller-ID unit and I need to get some AAA batteries so I can hook it up.
Oh, and TruePisces, how are your feet from those shoes? Any better?
(Trivia!!! If you do a “search” for my threads and you just pop in “rue” and click “Match Partial” you get all of my threads and all of TruePisces’s’s’s. Double Bonus!)
-Rue.
No, no, no! He doesn’t sound like Ren! Ren sounds like Peter Lorre!
Oh, and thanks for helping to perpetuate the stereotype of Hawaiian natives as violently asocial people. You’ve set The Movement back thirty years. Next I bet you’ll be advocating giving sugary, cocoa-flavored cereals to hyperactive, ADHD-suffering Kookoo birds.
My MRI results came in on Tuesday. Good news: ruled out a brain tumor. Woo hoo!! Bad news: it’s looking more and more like MS. A few hours of neuropsych testing at UAB should bring in the final verdict, but there’s no telling when I can get an appointment.
Work is insane. We have a guest speaker coming in today, her plane was cancelled on Tuesday and I had to put up my credit card to get her on another flight. She’d better be worth it, is all I can say.
Got to verbally bitch slap a classmate the other night. That’ll teach her to decide what is and what is not a ‘formal’ religion.
The grader FINALLY came out and prepped our house site. It looks nice, and he even leveled off the part where my garden will be. Now if we can just get the mason and framer to call us back…
Last night was the season premiere of West Wing. It was, of course, fantastic. Tonight will be the heralded return of Survivor… which I am ashamed to admit I am totally addicted to.
Some time in the next couple of weeks I should be receiving the strips for the quilt I and a bunch of other people are putting together for Anthony Stewart Head’s birthday. I’m the final assembler, which means putting everything together, adding the batting and the backing, and doing the actual quilting. I can’t wait to see how it turns out!
Fiver is giving me his Buffy and Angel tapes when he’s done with them… I’m totally in love. I emailed Lindy .jpgs of my tummy, as he requested, and he hasn’t replied yet. It makes me very sad. He’s dangerously close to being scratched off my ‘list’.
Think that about covers it! Thanks for asking, Rue!
Snickers, two buckets of cuttings, huh? Like, eeeewww! Two buckets of hair and you planted them in your… oh, wait… flowers get cuttings too. Never mind.
Yeah, Ethilrist, Hawaiians are all hyper-violent, and they can’t code worth squat! Bwa-hahahaha!!! (None of this applies to AudryK. She’s just dreamy.) (Hey Mods, don’t fix his post, OK? It’ll wreck my little joke. Thanks.)
-Rue.
I distinctly remember asking for pictures of you. (For Official Underpants Gnome records only. I wouldn’t even hardly look at them.) I haven’t gotten a thing. Hmmm…
-Rue.
Wow, that coding was more work than I expected. I should have just had three different posts. (Pad my count, and it’s easier. Win - win.)
He’s dangerously close to being scratched off my ‘list’.