The answer to the too heavy TV is “plasma screen”.
Bumba, um, our accent wall is a dark burgundy, not purple color. Maybe it’s hard to tell in the pictures. And…there ain’t no way in hell I’m painting my ceilings. This has become more than enough of a project.
Yeah, plasma would be nice, but the price sure isn’t. Maybe someday… At any rate, the purchase of a new TV will have to wait, especially now since it appears we may be purchasing a boat, aka money pit.
Bob, you could aways use a Robin Williams line, although this guy has probably heard it a million times already
Him: “So how are you?”
You: “I’m fine.” “No I’m not!” “Yes he is!” “{looking off to the side}Shut up! {look back at pshrink}Don’t listen to them.”
I got a strange shock to the system today. A picture of my back is in today’s online version of the local paper. It was taken four years ago, and was pulled from their files for a story on the city’s efforts to get concerts going again. So I’m now a victim of paprazzi. How do you other victims deal with the crush of celebrity offers I’m now going to be getting? Do I need an agent? Should I make my phone number unlisted?
Wear a big hat and funny glasses. And duck a lot. And shout, ‘No! I am not Sean Factotum! Get away!’
Other Quasi-Daughter phoned this morning to say she’s impatient, and coming today. So I’m waiting for her. She should be here any minute, and then we’re (me, OQD, her boyfriend, Mr. Lissar, and Attacks Husband) are going out for Vietnamese food and gelato. Driving Husband is working this evening.
The bad thing about this is that VBob knows my real name. And can figure out what my back looked like 4 years ago. (But I’ve got a beard now, so it looks different.)
You have a beard on your back? How odd…
You aren’t far from what they ask! Lessee, my aunt told me a couple, mostly hearing voices or feeling like you’re floating outside your body or something like that. Most of the questions were pretty dull, sort of nosy chit chat questions so I don’t 'member what she said. You will do fine, unless you really, *really * are a loon. Not that there’s anything wrong with that.
Grrr… yesterday I couldn’t see **Ginger’s ** pics and now work has me locked out of **Taters’s’s’s ** pictures till I get home. I want to see the decorating! I must live vicariously or not at all.
So I bought this stooopit romance novel, I have no idea why, because when I read romance novels I’m very very picky, but I may have been influenced by excessive fluorescent lighting. Anyway, I bought the damned thing and I’m reading it and I hate it. Yes the story is deadly dull crap, but what’s really bugging me is that the author spells damn it demmit. Just that one phrase, with maybe an occassional *gel * instead of girl. Why those two things spelled phonetically?! Why not any others?! I hate this demmed book, rawthurr.
I’m an insufferable smart-ass, but not a loon.
Which is why we’re made for each other VunderBob ol’ chap. Yes, I’ve decided I’m a bad charicature of an englishperson. Okay, I’m all better now.
Taters! I’ve seen the photos finally, and have decided you’ve stolen my coffee table. Waitaminute, no, mine’s a little different. But still, excellant paint job ol’ gel. Erm, sorry, maybe I’m not so cured.
Which reminds me, Homebrew Ginger needs a little old fashioned sleeping bonnet type hat thing. Or some sort of lacy fronted white linen Martha Washington hat; you know what I’m talking about, even if I don’t. I’ve seen a pug somewhere wearing such a chapeau and it was divine. My cats would gladly let her borrow their cowgirl hats, if you ever have a need.
Methinks I’ve been computing grades too long; horrid old progress reports.
Oooooo! Pretty, Taters! I’m waiting patiently (or maybe not-so-patiently) for color. The deal with the builder is, if we leave the walls the color he painted them for a year, he’ll come back, spackle all of the settling cracks, and repaint. Only ten months of WHITE walls to go…
VunderBob, a pal brought us a bottle of wine – which she purchased only for the label. It’s “Smoking Loon”. I’m thinking she might be trying to tell us something…
Hee, hee. The tables come from Tar-jay. The hubby isn’t too thrilled about them, but let’s see; coffee and end table, plus candle holders and candles (the ones in the picture), plus a little basket for the remotes, all for $200.00. The coffee and end table we really, really liked at Bon-Macy’s: nearly a grand. I think I did well.
I’m both, and proud of it! 
Ashes[sup]2[/sup], trashy romance novels can be fun! Is it really naughty? If it doesn’t have a lot of naughty bits, then it’s not worth reading.
Whew…finally made it to post. Yesterday was kind of live-action film evening for me: load of laundry in the washer, mow on the only day it’s not scheduled to rain, shower, get haircut, book club meeting, make sure Local Best Friend’s fish have neither boiled nor frozen to death, get home at 10:30, fall into bed exhausted. Exciting, right?
Well, it was for me, since my normal after-work routine is: eat dinner, read the MMP and anything else of interest on the Dope, maybe go for a walk (this is an indicator of an active evening), read book.
So, I’ve read through the whole thread and have an irresistible urge to respond to each and every post. Does this happen to anyone else? In the interest of time, I’ll restrain myself. ::Hears sighs of relief::
Bumba, thanks for the e-mail. I just wrote you back.
Weather stuff: I, too, am in the Indian Winter zone. It was bizarre to see snow accumulating on flowering trees. And then yesterday, everything was gone and it was sunny and even kind of warm (although that last part might be because I speed-mowed my yard). Maybe we all just imagined the snow and it was really rain, like the gray dreary stuff we got today.
Homebrew - I really want to see Ginger in the faux fur. She’s really cute.
Taters, the room turned out VERY nice.
VunderBob, perhaps you should mention the voices you hear on the Internet. (Hey…it’s the truth!!!)
FCM - that sounded scary. Glad eveyone’s OK and there’s a new (to you) mower.
Somehow, I’m still tired from yesterday. Had tuna casserole and strawberries for dinner (no, not together). Tuna casserole just sounded good, somehow. Probably a late-winter phenomenon.
I think it’s time for bed already…
GT
That is one stylish doggie! Do you have boots to go with that coat? Gotta accessorize!
I think Ginger would look good in a bumble bee outfit, too. Or maybe angel wings.
Well, I had a nice evening with CG. He likes the same kind of pizza that I do so no problems there. We didn’t go bowling, just hung around his house and talked and played games. We played video games for a little bit but he got tired of winning so easily so we played Scrabble. I kicked his butt. I know there is definitely not anything romantic going on now, though, because when he kissed me good night he apologized.
Thanks all for the compliments on the room. My mother doesn’t really like it; she says it’s too dark. However, she doesn’t have friends with little children who just can’t seem to keep their hands off my walls. :rolleyes: Actually, she said “well, it’s different”. The important thing is that my husband and I like it, we have to live with it after all.
Well, the boat is pretty much a done deal. We’ll probably pick it up on Saturday. We just have to finalize some paperwork on Thursday. We went down to the dealer and told him that we were quoted a certain price in January and that’s what we wanted to pay now. We also told him we were pre-approved for financing, but not for how much. Of course, we got the ol’ song and dance about how that was the “boat show” price, etc. We said, “Okay, give us your best quote and we’ll drive down to Sea-Ray and do a little looking around down there.” We also said, “We’ll buy this today if you give us this price”. As soon as we said that he said let me talk to the manager. Voila, we got the price we wanted. So, we went back to the credit union with the purchase order and when we go in on Thursday all should be done. Saturday afternoon we pick it up.
So, the hubby got his money pit. It’s brand new and under manufacturer’s warranty, etc. But boats just have a way of sucking up your hard earned cash. Don’t get me wrong, I’m sure I’ll have a ton of fun with it, but I would have rather gotten a new rig for myself. Oh well, two more years and I’ll get a new rig. By then his truck will be paid for.
I’m up very late. Just can’t sleep. It’s a good thing I don’t have to work tomorrow.
Am I the only one who read “I kissed his butt”? <snerk>
That sounds like my boyfriend and I. I kick his butt at chess and scrabble but he does better at vido games (except tetris, which I got much better at the week I was home sick.)
So I was away for the weekend - had a surprise 60th birthday party for my dad, and yes - he was surprised. We all had a great time. A bunch of people got up and told stories. I was the first one to do it, and here’s my story.
My dad is a very easygoing guy, but there is that time in every parents’ life that tries even the most patient parent. That’s helping a child learn how to drive.
Dad and I were in my sister’s car, practicing backing out of the garage. I managed to turn the wheel too fast, and dent in the front of the car. I couldn’t get the car back in the garage, and I couldn’t get out. After a while of this, my dad says, through gritted teeth:
GET OUT OF THE CAR
I ran into the house, crying, and said to my mom - “Mommy, Mommy - Dad’s going to kill me!”
Great story, right? Everyone laughed.
Anyway, I flew home Sunday night, settled in, and was in bed about to go to sleep. Cats were on the end of the bed, as usual, and Sunshine yawned. Wait a sec - something doesn’t look right. She’s now missing a canine tooth! Not good. Brought her in to the vet - she has some severe tartar, and whatever is left of the canine might be still in her mouth - there is some swelling. I’m bringing her to the cat dentist on Tuesday. Honestly, though - I think I feel worse than she does. She seems to be her normal self - I am all full of guilt. But honestly - how often do you look in your cat’s mouth?
Anyway, today is going to be spent doing a powerpoint presentation. I think it’s the first one I’ve ever made. I’m doing a presentation on Monday - I’m a SME (subject matter expert). Not an official title - but fun to say.
Susan
Wish me luck. It’s nearly time to go mess with the pshrink…
Thanks for all the ammunition, MMPers.