Okay, I’m officially back from vacation, so if any of you were picturing me naked wrapped in bubblewrap, it’s time to stop now.
Had a good, restful time on vacation. I go to my Mom’s and she takes care of me. She seems to think I don’t know how to make toast or fix lunch, so she waits on me. If I try to make my own lunch, she comes out and says that she could have done that for me, so I just let her do it. Unless she’s real tired, then I make her lunch. We went to a casino and played the slots. Mom hasn’t been gambling since the 1950’s, so it was a kick. I also saw my nephew play the trumbone at a club–he’s in the Marine Corp Band and he’s really good (if I say so myself, and I do).
And I got presents for my birthday. Actually, I got the promise of presents from two of my three sisters–one of them forgot where she had put my present (and if I get it at Christmas, I’ll be surprised, she’s a little disorganized) and the other forgot it at her house and then forgot it again the rest of the week (she usually better organized, so she’ll mail it to me). My oldest sister, who did get a present to me at my party, seemed more upset about the missing presents than I was. Well, not upset really, but disappointed. I’m old enough to not be disappointed by late presents. As long as I get them eventually!!
tanookie, does your Monopoly collection include Catopoly or Dogopoly? Yep, I just saw them in a catalogue and thought of you right away–you get to buy doghouses ( and cathouses, I suppose). Let me know and I’ll give you the name of the catalogue.
I use fancy soaps from Crabtree and Evelyn and places like that, because I’m a frail flower of femininity and like to smell good. But if I shared a shower with a man, I wouldn’t expect him to use the girly soap. In fact, if that’s what it will take, I’d give up my girly soaps to share a shower with a man. 
Kallessa (squeeky clean)
That’s it! That’s what I am! A chee-hoo-uh-hoo-uh nanny/habitrail! And a treat dispenser.
Ellen Cherry come to think of it, almost every dawg I know does have two names. Joe Dawg is formally known as Joseph Emmanuel. Jacques Bear is just Jacques Bear. JB was just known as bear prior to coming to live with my neighbors. Neighbor lady wanted a French name, what with him being a poodle and all, so Jacques got added. Joe Dawg will not answer to just Joe. It has to be Joe Dawg.
Rue JD gets fresh water in the morning, when I get home from work, at supper time and at night before I go to bed. I also wash his water bowl before putting fresh water in it. I wash his food bowl after he eats that nasty smelling Mighty Dog [sup]TM[/sup] which he just loves loves loves.
deb2world peanut butter and cheese… mmmmmmm. And your right about not wanting to trap a possum. They’re more a cold weather food. Just remember you want to pen him up and fatten him up on cornbread for a few days before preparing. They need that to clean out their system also, being as possums are scavengers.
-swampbear (gourmet)
Erp!
I gotta remember to get in here before the story wanders all over the place, otherwise my brain freezes up.
Well the hampsters ate my first post so lets try this again!
Kallessa, why yes I have Cat-opoly although I do not yet have Dog-opoly.
This is a good reminder that I really need to update my online list and soon! 
I am hoping the next set I get will be the Garfield version of Monopoly.
Oh and Rue’s little cautionary about kitties and Nair reminds me of when I dyed my hair blonde and my grey kitty was winding herself around my feet. She ended up with one blonde spot on her back that people remarked was a unique marking for a cat to have. Why yes it was and I was quite happy when it finally grew out and I didn’t have to say that it was garnier nutrisse any more
I have a big green bin for yard waste. And a big blue bin for recycling (except bottles, which go in the red basket). And a small grey bin for garbage. Recycling is picked up every other week, garbage and yard waste every week. I hardly ever fill my yard waste bin–tanookie, I’d let you use it, but you’d have to mail it to me, and that seems a little extreme.
And now for something completely different–while I was on vacation, a co-worker loaded up a spiffy new program on my computer. It’s called Stretchwise and it reminds you to stretch throughout the day, and then gives you a short set of stretches to do. It has a list of stretches to choose form, so you decide which ones you need and in what order, and how many times a day you want a reminder. My co-worker did this for me because I recently woke up with my back in a total knot and could hardly walk for two days (a big problem when you live alone). I did, however, get wonderful drool-inducing pain relievers when I went to the doctor, although, like Mama Tiger, I was in no condition to enjoy them. Anyway–everybody remember to stretch, or get up and walk around once in a while.
I am again being churlish. I forgot to welcome Kallessa back from vacation.
WELCOME BACK KALLESSA!!!
Can I still picture the bubblewrap naked? Hope getting all stretchy is helping. Rue likes stretchy (or is it bendy?) ya know.
tanookie I saw a University of Georgia version of Monopoly called Dawgopoly at the bookstore a couple months back. All the place names are stuff around UGA. I’m guessing you don’t know all that much about UGA so it probably wouldn’t be that much fun for you. Heck, I am a grad-yew-et of UGA and it didn’t do squat for me. I can’t even remember the last time I was in Athens (the Jawja one where UGA is located). Tho, technically, Athens is located at UGA, since the school was there first. That’s a fun fact you can toss out at the next cocktail party you attend.
Last night, as Joe Dawg was crawling all over his swampytrail [sup]TM[/sup], he decided it would be fun to try and crawl up under my tshirt. Those little chee-hoo-uh-hoo-uh toenails are sharp! I have scratches on my belly from that new and inventive way to climb all over me.
-swampbear (wounded grad-yew-et of UGA)
Heh. Stretchy, bendy, either way, I’m not picky.
I knew the canoe trip was a hit, but I didn’t know how MUCH of a hit it was. Soupo wrote a report on it. In First Grade. It goes like this:
First there’s a big picture of a raging river under a blue sky (the sun is orange- maybe it was hazy) and there are two canoes. In the canoes there are all six of us. We’re real happy because our smiles sometimes go past our face.
Then there’s the written part of the report:
I wit to The
koin plas.
Soupo DeDay
How about dem apples, huh?
-Rue. (reported)
Rue, that is indeed a very cool report. Do you get to have it back when the teacher is done with it? You can put it on your refrigerator. You need to lay in a sizable supply of magnets right away! Pretty soon your fridge will look like a giant pile of paper with a door handle.
BumbaGranddaughter started first grade this year too but we don’t know what she’s doing there 'cause we haven’t seen her for a week or so. She has a very busy schedule you know.
I also have been remiss in not welcoming Kallessa back. (notice how I spelled her name correctly and all)
Welcome back Kallessa!
I went to the gym this morning so I’m all stretchy and bendy right now. Tomorrow I’ll be achey.
-Bumba. (stretched & bent)
Rue, your son’s report reminded me of my daughter’s “journal” from kindergarten. Since they had not yet learned to write words and stuff, they mostly drew pictures. My little prodigy labeled most pages with “IHAGDOD” which, of course, translates to “I had a good day one day” Of course!
Every entry she made in that journal consisted of the first letter of the word she had in mind. (At the time, I was actually able to translate it all.) This was in 1991 - before we ever considered having a home computer. My child obviously invented chat room shorthand. Is it any wonder I brag on her so!!
Thanks for welcoming me back. swampbear, you and you alone can continue to picture me naked wrapped in bubblewrap–or were you just interested in naked bubblewrap? If so, could you please explain what naked bubblewrap looks like? I know that a naked tree has no bark, a naked car has no paint, a naked coathanger has nothing hanging on it (ditto for a towel rack), and a naked sandwich has no mayo, but I have a hard time visualizing naked bublewrap.
BTW, a house without a roof is hatless, not naked, a roof without shingles is naked, as is a house without siding or paint–unless it’s a brick house, in which case it’s naked w/o bricks, or stucco (naked w/o stucco) or shingled (naked w/o shingles), but I think you get my point. Do I think to much about naked inanimate objects?
Kallessa (finding nakedness everywhere)
In about one minute I shall be naked, here in my very own office at my place of employment. I just returned from walking at lunch, and I am required to reswath myself in my Professional Disguise. (Well, it’s as professional as yer gonna get in public television.) Stinky sweaty clothes will be hanging on the back of my door for the rest of the day.
So, picture me nekkid, then clothed.
-Ellen. (titillating)
Nekkid bubblewrap would have no bubbles? Kallessa thanks for the offer, but since I am a boy who likes boys, you nekkid in bubblewrap wouldn’t do a whole lot for me, no offense. So, if you want to withdraw the offer and give it to somebody else who would be excited, I understand.
Ellen Cherry just how much walking did you do during work to get all stinky and sweaty? That musta been some mean walkin’ there.
I was in a stinky house this morning. Lately I have had the pleasure of getting to go into people’s houses and look at their bathrooms, kitchens and such to inspect to see if the accessibility modifications made to said houses were done right. Yes, I do know all about that stuff. Today I had to go look at a bathroom in a filthy, disgusting, stinky house. I am convinced that I’m gonna come down with some kinda plague. :eek: That’s the third icky place I have had to go in in two weeks, but it was by far the ickiest and stinkiest. I have such a glamorous job. :sigh:
Joe Dawg is not stinky btw. I told his parental unit to make sure JD was bathed before being brought to my house. See, parental unit has a tendency to let Joe Dawg go a few weeks in between washings and he can get really ripe. So, parental unit took Joe Dawg to a groomer. “Groom what on a chee-hoo-uh-hoo-uh,” I said. I wish the groomer had trimmed those toenails.
-swampbear (not stinky)
swampbear, I just assumed you were picturing me naked for purely aesthetic reasons–like when I admire the painting Venus Rising. Of course, no one has any interest in seeing me naked for any reason for such a long time that I may have just been grasping at straws! :eek:
If you wrapped Joe Dawg in bubblewrap, and his sharp claws popped all the bubbles, the bubble wrap would be naked, but Joe Dawg would not.
Then you could put the popped bubblewrap on the refrigerator as an example of Joe Dawg’s talent.
And after being wrapped in bubblewrap and then popping all the bubbles, Joe Dawg might me stinky, although probably not as stinky as his Mighty Dog brand dog food.
And if he did get stinky, you could wash him with a variety of soaps (including, but not limited to Zest, Irish Spring, Ivory, Oil of Olay and Safegaurd). And then moisturize and stretch.
Kallessa (working on a unification theory)
In my head, all Dopers are nekkid all the time. Except for Rue, of course. That would just be wrong.
You must have a lot of nightmares
That’s interesting, because in my head, Rue is always nekkid, except for the propeller beanie and a wristwatch. And everyone else is wearing gold lame’ jumpsuits. Except for me - I’m arrayed like a sun goddess.
Gee, I kinda figgered everyone saw the board the way I do.
Well, I do squint a lot inside my head. But with all of the loverly Doper wimmins around here, I have to admit that I peak a lot. The problem is that just as I open my eyes to catch a beautiful volleyball game of Lissla, tanookie, wintermute and Francesca in the buff, swampbear wanders right into my field of vision, scratching himself and bending over to grab the newspaper off the drive. Then exgineer and welby go by on a bicycle built for two and I’m squirting eyedrops in my eyes to get rid of all the stinging.*
*Stuff like this is why I am not nearly so brave as Rue at sharing what goes on inside of my head.
Finally! It’s about time people started getting naked around here!
When I saw the thread title about doing it three times in a row, I got all excited, only to open it and find talk of camping and dogs and bars of soap. Phooey!
Unless the canoes were a metaphor…naw.
But now, both Kallessa and Ellen Cherry are running around more or less naked. This is much better. I say, everyone join the fun!
***IT NAKKIE TIME!! Whoo!! ***
I hate to break it to you, ShibbOleth, but I am really, really bad at official sports involving gas-filled, leather-covered balls. If you can win a gold medal in it, I suck, big time.
On the other hand, I’m pretty good at unofficial games involving balls and leather…
Forget naked, I saw that picture of Welby in his Tunic of Many Colors he posted in his “Three for the Price of One” thread. Naked would have been an improvement!
Well, if I remember correctly, welby had his face painted to match his multi-colored tunic. Perhaps we should all be naked except for body paint (or is that bawdy paint?)?