If You Do It Three Times, Is It a Tradition?

Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share
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I forgot to pat Mama Tiger on the hand and say “awwww, you poor thing!” That was loutish of me. Mama Tiger I hope your knee owie is all better real soon. If it hurts a lot, I wish you really good pain pills. :smiley:

I also cannot believe I passed up a comment on yard waste. I am obviously losing it as a MMP [sup]TM[/sup] poster. I don’t have yard waste. My mowers (push kind and ride kind) mulch. I cut down all the accursed pine trees so no more heaping piles of pine straw everywhere and tons of pine cones that I was forever picking up. YAY! Instead I have a lovely pool to lounge by. A lovely pool that I have to fish dead critters out of two to three times a week. A pool that I have to keep checking to see if it has enough chlorine. A pool I test to make sure the chlorine, bromide and ph all balance. A pool I have to hook up a vacuum thingy to weekly. A pool that has a skimmer basket that always contains dead frogs and crickets. (What is it about a pool that attracts crickets and frogs?) I traded yard waste management for pool maintenance. Oh well, at least with a pool I can go float around in it and drink beer after I finish maintaining it. Yard waste, ya can’t float around in and I don’t think it would be much fun to sit in a pile of grass clippings, pine straw and pine cones and drink beer. Maybe somebody will do some research on that and report back. Me, I think I’ll go sit by the pool for a bit. It’s 83 degrees and sunny with a delightful breeze blowing right now.

-swampbear (pool sitter-byer)

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So everyone knows, Katcha gets to do fun stuff starting about next year. The rule is: Thy must be-eth all housebroken before thee mayst do fun manly stuff liketh canoeing and camping. He’s close now since he goes all day in regular underpants (sometimes Batman, sometimes Bob the Builder, sometimes just white ones) but he still has “sleeping underwear” (Goodnights). Once the “sleeping underwear” is history, he’s both Jake and good to go.

So, come spring he gets to camp and then when we get around to canoeing again (probably in the fall since that’s usually when we do that) he’s on board. (Hopefully in Uncle Skippy’s canoe.)

Remember, the little guy is only three and Soupo didn’t start his outdoorsy stuff untill he was four anna half. So Katcha’s right on track.

As it so happened , I didn’t get more soap Swampy. I like Ivory myself and we have a bunch of bars (cakes?) (bricks?) of the stuff under the bathroom sink. The Little Woman doesn’t use Ivory. She has girly squirt soap that’s gentler on her womanly skin. The boys don’t use my Ivory either. They have kid squirt soap that won’t hurt their little eyes. So the Ivory is mine! ALL MINE! Bwa! Hahahahahaha!

I like Chihuahuas (CHEE- hoo-uh-hoo-uhz) myself. They are usually nice little dogs. Except the crazy ones. As long as they aren’t crazy, Chihuahuas are nice little doggies. And Poodles. I like those too. All the sizes from itty-bitty to big ol’ dog. Not the teeny tiny itty-bitty ones though. They are just too small. And the big Poodle hair? It gots to go. But other than that, Poodles are good.

Heck, most dogs are good, except the ones that aren’t. And I won’t say right here which dogs aren’t good because you might like that dog and be all mad. It’s just not worth it.

Does Joe Dawg like cheese Swampy? I’ll bet he does. Dogs will be stupid for cheese. Although how could you tell if a dog’s being stupid? It’s not a huge stretch for them. Normal… stupid. Not a big gap there. Like most men actually. It’s our curse.

And don’t sniff Mighty Dog™. Yeah it’s “beef” but that just means it comes off a cow at one time or another. It only costs, what? A nickle a can? Which works out to what? A quarter a pound? What kind of meat can you get for a quarter a pound? The kind you really should just look at (just not too closely) and not sniff at. Just a tip.

Wow, two kitties 'Gazer? Someone saw you coming, huh? But they’re just so cute. And little. How could you not want two? And once you have two, well, three isn’t that much more. Before you know it your shuffling around your condo in a ratty old cardigan and slippers talking to your 23 cats. It’s a slippery slope 'Gazer. Wear cleats.

Theoretically I can canoe out to the ocean from here Deb. Not like right from here, but the river I was in this weekend. I’d have to go to the Ohio River and then to the Mighty Mississsippppiii and then to the Golf of Mexico (after I make it through the windmill) and then out to the Atlantic. Then I hop on the Golf Stream and on to England! But I wouldn’t because that would be hard and there’s the chance I could die in the middle of the ocean. Dying in the middle of the ocean canoeing to England isn’t on my “to do” list.
-Rue. (doing)

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Rue I’m sure Joe Dawg would be just a fool for cheese. However, the feeding of cheese is not on my chee-hoo-uh-hoo-uh Nanny list, so I ain’t feeding Joe Dawg any cheese. And yes, I was left with a list that includes how much to feed him, when to feed him, when to let him out to do “bidness”, make sure his blanket gets put back in his bed when he pushes it out (and he does push his blanket out of his bed at night), change his water at least three times a day, give him a treat if he poops and on and on and on. Geez, just cause I’m single and gay, you’d think I don’t know how to take care of a child. I mean, he sits in my lap to watch tv and goes to the refrigerator to fetch me a beer when I ask. See, good parenting skills here.

I came back inside from the pool. I was about to fall asleep out there and I didn’t wanna do that cause then I wouldn’t go to sleep when it’s sleepy time. Joe Dawg is standing on his little hind legs right now cause he wants me to pick him up. It’s so cute!

I’m glad Katcha will get to do his share of manly things soon. Here’s a thought, let Soupo and Katcha have a canoe to themselves. They’ll love all that brotherly sharing. Really. Well, that or try to drown each other. Either way it’s bonding.

My neighbors have a poodle. He’s a small one, but not one of those itty bitty ones. His name is Jacque Bear. He barks at me when he sees me outside and he’s outside. Then I go over and he stands up on his hind legs wanting me to pick him up. Which I do. It’s just so cute! Me and Jacque Bear are big buddies. He’s never offered to fetch me a beer tho. Perhaps, with him being French and all, he’d prefer to fetch me a glass of champagne. I’ll check into that and get back. Am I spelling Jacque right? I don’t know, I never spelled his name, just called him by his name.

-swampbear (with Joe Dawg in his lap)

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Thought I had a post here… damn! Oh well, I get to type it all up again… um, yay? (the ONE time I don’t save it on Notepad)

Sounds like a fun weekend, Rue. I had a pretty good weekend, as well.

Friday: I just found out that one of my favorite people is actually back in town! That would be my dear friend Eric, who I used to have a crush on, let’s get that up front. :wink:

My brother asked if I had heard from him, and I told him that Eric was in Nanaimo. (that was my understanding of it) Imagine my surprise when he told me that Eric was back in town, and that he’d seen Eric twice already this week. (of course, my brother never tells me these things… why would he?)

So after much calling around between Jon, Eunice, Eric, and myself: I’m going to Fellowship tonight to see all my friends. It happens to be Eric’s birthday today, too. ;D Probably Nathan will bust out the Chinese “Happy Birthday” song, while we all clap along to it.

It’ll be a nice distraction from my own headspace. As I was telling someone last night, I’ve been doing too much living inside my own head.

Had a good time at Red Robin’s, as well. Talked about Jen being “dry” for a long time (we can’t believe it, but with the rules at Trinity being what they are…), life, church, sports, food… definitely good times.
Saturday: Awana orientation went just fine… we had an entertaining guest speaker who had variety in her presentation. (songs, tips, her own personal stories of working with kids, the clip from Kindergarten Cop where Arnold leaves all the kids alone for two minutes and chaos ensues…) Had a good time fellowshipping with my friends… I’m excited about the new club year!

We finally had rain today, as well… it was heavy at first (with thunderclouds), but now seems to have slowed down. Definitely need the rain, though.

My mom just called… said they bought me an Anne of Green Gables doll, some Anne of Green Gables chips, an orange picture frame, and might buy me a Toronto T-shirt too. (they’re under the impression that I like bright colors… I do, but an orange picture frame?!) When I told her that Jon wasn’t home, she was concerned that he’d left me home all day. Well, let’s just say I’m used to it anyhow because of his busy schedule! (school, worship stuff, social things…) They packed an East Coast lobster for travel, and so we might be having that too.
Sunday: Church was fun today… talked to a bunch of my friends, and spent time with the toddlers. One of them is attached to me, but probably because of my glasses. (kids love dangly things, so I have to be careful… good thing I don’t wear earrings or anything like that) Some people said they could come to my birthday party next week… good stuff! Eric, Jon, and I had all the Richmond Crew jokes going… :slight_smile:

Right now, I’m hanging out at Nathan’s with Jon and Eric. We’re definitely going to watch Thirteen later on this afternoon… then maybe we’ll bug our friend Jessica at the Starbucks where she works. Definitely cool to hang out with friends. :slight_smile:

The four of us watched Thirteen; it was a good movie. Definitely provoked a lot of discussion among the four of us… including whether Asian girls would do that. (possibly not because of the family dynamic and all of that)

Afterwards, we bugged Jessica at work… she was on her break, and asked if we wanted anything for free. Eric got a passion tea lemonade, but the rest of us didn’t want a thing. It was good talking to her.

Then we went for dinner at a 50s diner place called Sodas… there was some good food, and great conversation. Love hanging out with friends for sure! :slight_smile:

Now, we’re having some final “chilling time” at Nathan’s before we all go home. Tomorrow, we’ll take advantage of Chianti’s and their Monday / Tuesday $6.95 pasta special. (we’ll order things that cost $10.95 normally… and this at 9 PM)

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Speaking of soap, I recently switched over from Irish Spring (the manly Irish soap) to Old Spice body wash. Yup, I even have a loofa (or “man-sponge,” as I like to call it). It certainly does get me clean(er). The back of the bottle is my favorite part, though. I guess the bottle designers wanted to make sure that guys would feel comfortable with a body wash (liquid man soap), so it’s all about “blasting” away odors, and declaring war on germs and the like. It’s pretty exciting. Here’s a quote from their site:

“Combining a great scent with liquid technology, High Endurance Body Wash takes your showering experience to the limit.” Pretty exciting stuff, huh?

-tool (cleanly)

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I use a generic body wash that says “Compare to Olay Body Wash” - so I guess that’s what they’re copying. No matter. I like it. I put a little on my scrubbie and work up a lather and scrub myself all clean and smooth. It’s better when my sweetie can scrub my back for me, but since he’s miles and miles away, I contort the best I can to get all the back parts.

We had a couple of Miniature Poodles when I was in high school - they’re the middle sized ones. Cyd, the mama, was very smart. We taught her all kinds of tricks that she did with just hand signals as cues. Candy, her offspring, was not too bright - she took after her daddy doggie. The best thing about poodles is that they don’t shed. And I learned how to trim their hair - all one length, but long ears and poofy tail. I never did learn the nail clipping tho - one time drawing blood and I quit that.

And right now, I have the cutest mental image of swampy with a lapful of little dog! :smiley:

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Well, all the Cat People I’ve talked to said that we’d have faaaar fewer behavioral problems if we got two kittens instead of just one. They can keep each other occupied, they’re less likely to scratch and bite us, and they’re less likely to scratch on the furniture (they’ll just scratch on each other!). So we got two. Samantha is 4 months old, and Savannah is 2.5 months old. Don’t worry, we won’t get any more kitties – these are plenty of work so far!

So, any advice about kitties? Mr. Gazer and I are both new at this. :slight_smile:

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I’ve been sitting here trying to picture a Chi-Hua-Hua (sounds vaguely Hawaiian) going to the refrigerator and fetching a beer.
Those must be very short beers or a very tall Chi-hua-hua. Not to mention the size of the fridge. Pray do enlighten us Swampy, how is this prodigeous feat accomplished?

Oh, and we use Pure and Natural 'cause **Mrs. B. ** is very allergic to perfumes, and I’m somewhat allergic, and P&N doesn’t have much. Perfume that is.

My best advice about cats is; don’t let 'em in the house! My first wife had 2 of 'em, and they still shredded the furniture, pooped in the corners, threw up on the rug, and knocked the dishes off the kitchen counters at 2 in the morning.
I’m glad I divorced her. And them too!

Bumba - (having flashbacks :eek: )

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Sounds like fun, ** Rue **. I don’t have cat feet (except on my cats), although oddly, I do have slightly webbed fingers. Just thought I’d drop by to tell you that.
-Lil

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Bumbazine it’s all really simple. I have this little step ladder beside the fridge. Joe Dawg climbs up the ladder, opens the door with his teeth, reaches in and picks up a bottle by the neck with his teeth. He can push the door closed with his backside once he gets down from the ladder. He’s been fetching me long neck beers cause I found em on sale this week at my favorite liquor store. The long neck bottles are easy for him to carry. The cans don’t work so well. I tried that when I was nannying for him once before. The best he could do was roll the can back into the living room. Then I’d have to wait for the beer to settle down before I could open it. He much prefers fetching the long necks. See, really very simple.

FCM it’s more like lap full of little dog, then shoulder full of little dog, then back of neck full of little dog, then arm full of little dog, then chest full of little dog. Joe Dawg is not known for staying in one place very long. I am now convinced that his Mighty Dog [sup]TM[/sup] dog food and t-bone shaped treats are full of caffiene. Or maybe he’s just on a natural chee-hoo-uh-hoo-uh high.

-swampbear (chee-hoo-uh-hoo-uh trampoline)

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Ladies and gentlemen, I give you swampbear!! The amazing walking, talking, beer-swilling chee-hoo-uh-hoo-uh playground!
that mental image just cracks me up!

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Well, true for entertainment purposes, but that kind of removes what doubt might have existed as to which side you’ve scooted the line over to. :slight_smile:

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We have 4 cats. If it weren’t for feeding time I would never see them. The child has driven them into hiding.

I had an aunt with a chihuahua - his name was Sir Winston. I doubt he ever ate dog food and he had his own room with his own furniture and wardrobe. And he was the nastiest meanest yappiest rat dog I have ever seen.

As for soap we use safeguard. And it needs to be the tan kind. I used to buy special soap for me but I have been assimilated. We live in the not tropical at all East Coast state of Massachusetts and we use safeguard because it was the soap that didn’t completely melt in the humidity and heat on the ships my FIL was on in the navy during the Vietnam War 30 years ago.

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FCM it’s more like a chee-hoo-uh-hoo-uh jungle gym. Or maybe like one of those things at McD’s or BK that the kiddies climb all up and in. I am Joe Dawg’s version of a McDonald’s playland! :smiley:

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Swampbear is a chee-hoo-uh-hoo-uh habitrail?

Congrats, on the safe canoe trip Rue. In another year or two, capsizing the canoe on purpose will be part of Soupo’s agenda for fun on the river. I guahr-un-tee.

Abb (been there done that with boys and their canoes)

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Thanks for the good wishes for the knee, folks. Alas, it’s feeling better so now I don’t have an excuse to take enough of the Good Drugs [sup]TM[/sup] to make myself drool. But that’s probably better for my keyboard, as you point out, Rue. Even if it’s not as much fun.

We don’t have a chee-hoo-uh-hoo-uh, we have two Great Big Dumb Dogs, a golden retriever and a yellow lab/golden retriever mix (in whom the lab definitely came out on top). They’re big enough to fetch a beer from the fridge except that the lab is smart enough that if he figured out how to open the fridge, he’d also figure out how to open the containers of MEAT in the fridge that are saved for special treats in doggie dinners, and then he’d be even fatter than he is now. (Plus the fact that we don’t keep beer in the fridge, but in these circumstances that’s a secondary consideration.) But our GR is dumb enough that if you picked up a rock, it would definitely have a mental advantage on him. Sweet, yes. Smart, not in THIS lifetime.

’Gazer, we need PICTURES of the kitties! Kitty pictures are mandatory around here!!

FairyChatMom, you should use an oatmeal scrub. I found one that exfoliates like a dream. Leaves my skin as soft as the proverbial baby’s bottom while being as gentle as all those other luverly scrubs that they make for us delicate female types. I’d tell you what brand my scrub is but it’s at the top of the stairs and I’m at the bottom, and even though the dogs have learned to give my dogwhackers…er, crutches a wide berth, it’s still more aggravation than I need this morning to climb upstairs just to enlighten you. But it’s a cheap one from the drugstore. No expensive Delicate Female Stuff here, just the basics. (Speaking of expensive, a friend in California once recommended a moisturizer to me that was sold by age group, and for the over-60 age group, it was $270 for a small bottle! I can’t imagine using $270 moisturizer on my face at ANY age!)

Tanookie, one word re your yard waste: Double-bagging. (Okay, it’s two words hyphenated, but counts as one, right?)

Hmm. Maybe the drugs are kicking in again, judging by my rambling. I now return you to your regularly scheduled MMP.

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HOW often do you have to change Joe Dawgs water Swampy? I think the kid needs a bigger water bowl. Or push the stepladder over to the toilet. Fresh water with every flush.

But then you’d have to worry about him falling in. Then you’d have to call a plumber and explain it to Joe’s people. So maybe not my best plan.

You want kitty advice 'Gazer? I’ll give you some. Free even.

As much fun as it sounds, smacking your cats with a sock filled with Nair always winds up in tears.

And cats don’t really thrive on a vegetarian diet.

And if you buy a new rug, they’ll puke all over it. Like kids that way really.

That’s all I got.

You know? I think more people are checking this thread out because the phrase “Do It” is in the title and they’re all hoping for something… you know… like that. And “Do It Three Times” makes ‘em think there’s Hot Monkey Lovin’ goin’ down.

The pervs.
-Rue. (non-pervy)

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Holy guacamole!! That’s amazing! Especially when you consider that I use a generic moisturizer that says “Compare to Oil of Olay” - hmmm, is there a pattern here? I suppose of Olay made shampoo and toothpaste, I’d have the complete “Compare to” set! But I digress - I absolutely can’t imagine how a moisturizer could cost that much. I mean, I can - one charges what the market will bear - but doggone, what market bears that?!?

Nuts. Totally nuts.

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FCM I’m the “comare to” queen. I always buy the knockoff, and I’m loverly! Truly, I am! I don’t have the scrubby poofie puff, but I do have a scritchy washcloth, which I lather up with Tone. I used to use, like Rue, Ivory, but I decided it made me too dry. It was the soap of choice for the former husband and when he went, I decided to give his soap the boot too!

And I have to say that I am have been inspired by the canoe theme of this thread (and I didn’t get the “do it” theme, being also like Rue, non-pervy) and have made plans for a Cherry family canoe ride of our own. There is one very near here that my brother has taken his children on. So, canoeing we will go! Hurray!

Animals: I had to laugh at the cha-hooa-hooa pronouncer. It’s been a running joke for years among my friends. One time at a bar this one friend, M Squared, overheard a redneck allowing as how he’d like to try some of that Mexican beer, the Cha-hoooa-cha-hooa. We never call it anything else. Now all Mexican beer is called Cha-hooa-cha-hooa, Dos Exxes, Corona, everything. If it’s Mexican beer, it’s Cha-hooa-cha-hooa.

Also I am amused that the two dogs (or “dawgs”) swampy has mentioned have double names. Does he live in the South, or what? Even the pooches are Billy-Bobs! :slight_smile:

I’m distraught at not participating on Monday in the MMP, but now that the school year has started, I have a deadline on an instructional show I write for Monday afternoon, and of course you know I’m writing on deadline, so no SD for Ellie on Mondays. :frowning:

-Ellen (high-powered journalist)

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You know what I forgot to tell y’all that I did this weekend – I committed my first murder (in a long time) on Sunday nite. Actually I think I have become a serial killer, but the evidence and bodies are not around anymore.

We have rats, big icky rodents. They crawl along the cable lines onto the roof and then jump into my dad’s fruit trees. They party all nite long outside my bedroom window. They have decimated the fruit crop. Evil, Evil creature they be.

I wanted to buy a “no-kill” trap but couldn’t find any at the few places I tried, so I bought one rat trap and what we affectionately call “The Condo”. “The Condo” is a square plastic thing that has two round entrances and a large inner chamber. We fill “The Condo” with “food” for the tykes. Hopefully they have all gone to the neighbors to expire.

The trap we have tied to the roof (don’t want to put it on the ground cause I don’t want to catch a cat or possum). We had our first casualty on Sunday nite. Dad is official “Rat Patrol” person. On Friday and Saturday all they did was eat the peanut butter. But on Sunday we had peanut butter and cheese. Obviously that is a tasty combination that made the rat stay long enough for us to murder him.

And about the murders, I am happy.

[sub]note: the above hijack follows the pet theme :)[/sub]