Third Page Party!
Well, this afternoon I go under the dental knife. shudder I may not post tonight but I’ll try to check in tomorrow [sub]hopefully[/sub]. Although you may not be able to understand what I say … oh, wait, you can’t hear me talk anyway. Well, I could slip out of the chair and the dentist could step on my typing fingers and I’d end up typing like this “mmmpph fnnph ssshhppll”. It could happen.
I’m always afraid I’m going to end up slashing myself or something. Razors shouldn’t vibrate. Like icepicks shouldn’t vibrate. I’m dangerous enough all by my lonesome.
gardentraveler, nobody is happier than me that they’re interviewing. 
Of course, I’m going to have to train this new person, which is going to be more of a pain in the bee-hind than just doing the job myself, but I shall overcome.
This morning I had to go to the post office because my mail carrier won’t leave a package in my quiet, crime-free apartment complex. So I had to get up extra early to go pick up my Russian cigarettes. The upside to this is that the packaging is all Cyrillic and neato. Jake, even.
Friday, I finally have my dress fitting for Hell’s Wedding. I will bring my camera and try to remember to actually take pictures. Someone should get a kick out of this, and it’s probably not going to be me.
But this weekend, I finally get to go up to the Renaissance Faire. I have a total of eight days that I can actually make it this year, when I’m usually there every weekend. I was made to wear corsets. I’ll take pictures of that stuff, too.
:eek: I think I’m just going to leave this whole line of conversation alone.
My office is having a “client appreciation” day at the track today. There’s food and an open bar and horses. And the staff folks (like me) should be able to slip out early. Big Boss is leaving early to go play golf so he won’t notice when we leave anyway! The track is cool, but after you’ve seen the horses run around in circles a few times, what more is there to do? I’d rather go home early and turn that big zucchini that a friend gave me into bread. Seems kinda wrong to turn a nice, healthy veggie into a decadent, rich, unhealthy bread but then you taste it and stop caring about healthy any more!
Today is Mr. Anachi’s and my fifteenth wedding anniversary. It’s real special cause it almost wasn’t. So far we’ve exchanged cards. Nothing in mine about a weekend at the beach but, oh well…
So far, today is not going very well. I think the stress of the past few weeks have had a bad effect on me…small but stoopit mistakes at work, fer instance. 
I HATE when that happens.
taxi, you cannot get nice big zuchinni here. All they have are little puny ones. Same thing with Summer squash. You wouldn’t mind so much making bread outta their puny little bodies.
draelin, I’m with you on vibratin’ razors. I gave myself a good peel last week whilst shavin, right up the shin bone. OWIE!! Does not bode well for summer bare leggedness (bareleggedness?).
wile e, make sure that’s not a vibratin dental knife. I’m just sayin, is all. Good luck!
rue, congrats on the soon-to-be-reclaimed shower. At least the terlet will be all nice and, well, showered.
Tupug
Ow ow ow ow ow ow ow!!! I’m going to be thinking about that all day.
And your anniversary woes remind me very much of my parents. At least twice in the last five years, I’ve spoken to one of them on their anniversary, and asked if they were doing anything special that night. The usual response is “Why would we?” Then comes the gentle reminder and the “Oh my GOD, I forgot!”
My parents have been married thirty-six years. And it’s not like they actually forget their anniversary. Often, they buy each other a present sometime in May, and then when June 22nd rolls around, they treat it like any other day. If you ask them when their wedding anniversary is, they’ve got the answer, but the day itself creeps up on them. They have a similar problem with my birthday. A typical birthday visit with my parents goes something like this: I show up at my aunt’s or uncle’s or wherever Mom’s family is getting together for Christmas Eve (which is why it’s so easy to forget my birthday–there’s too much other crap going on). My parents usually show up after me, and everyone chats and mingles and stuff. Inevitably, whoever is actually later than Mom and Dad will come in, give hugs all around, and remember to say “happy birthday” to me. Then comes the following conversation:
Mom: Oh, God, I forgot again! Oh, I’m a horrible mother!
Me: It’s okay, Mom, you didn’t forget my birthday, you got me a present in September. I know you know it’s my birthday.
Mom: Oh, I’m so horrible. Did your father say anything?
Me: No, he’s in the other room talking golf, I think.
(This is where Mom grabs me by the arm, drags me into the other room, and presents me to Dad.)
Mom: Mike … do you have anything to say to your daughter?
Dad: Um … uh … you look very nice, honey.
Our nineteenth anniversary is this November. I was planning to have hubby get me a big 'ol fat diamond ring for our twentieth next year. I told him early so he’d have enough time to get used to the idea. In the last couple of months, I have not been able to put on my wedding and engagement rings (well, I can get them on, but I can’t get them off). I recently started learning to play guitar (3 months ago) and I wonder if the “extra exercise” my left hand is getting made my fingers bigger. 
I don’t want to have my wedding band enlarged because it is engraved on the inside and it would mess that up! So maybe I should start shopping for that ring now? 
Woo hoo! I was just invited to a pool party this Saturday. 
No boys/all girls=fun! (just the opposite of one of your pool parties, huh swampy?) I have a feeling lots of tequila will be consumed.
I know that this wedding has been playing hell with your nerves, but that was funny. The funniest thing I’ve read all day.
We had a rogue realtor try to show the condo last night. While we were eating dinner. Without the owner’s (who is also a realtor) knowledge. Not Jake at all. I was polite but firm: NFW, Cowboy. You just don’t drop in on us. The owner (who is also a realtor) and I have worked out a mutually satisfying schedule for showings, with a procedure for short term notice things (because that happens, I know.)
I am insanely jealous of two of my friends today. They are heading up to Wolftrap (not Wolf Trap) to see Brian Wilson. And not only that, they are hanging out backstage with The Man. One of my friends is a musician, and knows the guys in the Wondermints. They’ve played with The Man off and on for the last couple of years. Anyway, this friend (I’ll call him Seth, because that’s his name), met The Man in Spain last month, and got to hang out with him on a train for a few hours. With my boss out of town this week, there was no way I could take a day off to make the trip and meet Brian Wilson. I really need to get a job that I can take off for things like this.
Happy Anniversary, Puggy and Mr. Puggy!!!
taxi, zucchini is not very good for anything besides zucchini bread. Just like bananas. Mmmmmm, banana bread. I should make some banana bread. With chocolate chips.
Wile E, hope your dentist thing goes okay! Remember, having a snootful of novocaine is a very good reason to get a nice, big milkshake, because you can’t chew anything for a while, and you need some nutrition, and milkshakes do have calcium and stuff. That’s what I tell myself, anyway.
Happy Anniversary, Tupug and Mr. Tupug. I’m sorry your day isn’t going well. Hugs. Post traumatic stress stuff is bad. You have more than plenty of reasons to take it easy. Don’t blame youself.
Quasi-Daughter says she’ll be here soon. It is to laugh. She has the temporal sense of a demented gerbil. A nice demented gerbil, though- not one of those mean nasty ones that bit you in grade school.
She’s going to supervise me housecleaning. Oh, joy.
Thank you, thank you, I’ll be here all week.
I’m actually much calmer than I was. I don’t know if it’s the weekend “vacation” I had, or the realization that I’ve got most of my crap completed, and the catering for the shower can be handled by someone else (since I did the invitations, the RSVPs, and the favors), or the drugs. I haven’t actually had to take any yet this week, but I think just knowing I have them makes it all better. That, and the certain knowledge that after everything we’ve gone through with the Recalcitrant Bridesmaid, she’s going to be silently fuming because she may have the better body, but I’m going to look fabulous in that dress. She hates it when anyone else looks better than her. Great quality in a bridesmaid, right?
My traditional Wednesday night festivities have been canceled this week, because one attendee had surgery yesterday, and the others are lazy and don’t feel like coming over my house two nights in a row. So, tonight I shall finish the favors, put the cute little “Shannon and Jeff” stickers on them, attach my card in case anyone else digs them and wants to pay me to make more, and I’ll be all done. Then, I just have to worry about all my inventory for the Pagan Pride Day craft sale. But I ordered extra molds yesterday, and I’ll be pumping out altar candles like … something that pumps. Let’s just hope I don’t run out of wax.
And because I forgot to say it before, Happy Anniversary to Puggy and Mr. Puggy–take it easy and enjoy it!
Happy Anniversary, Puggy and Mr. Puggy!
Just make sure your milkshake matches your shirt.
Yeah buddy!
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HAPPY ANNIVERSARY PUGGY AND MR. ANACHI!!!
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I’m getting a haircut (hair cut?) after work today. I need one. Real bad. I’m excited about it. Then I’m gettin’ taken to dinner. I don’t know where but I’m going by ACBG’s house and he’s taking me to dinner. Of course, originally he was supposed to be making dinner, but I’ll let it slide. However, I did make him dinner last night. But, since I’m not payin’ for it and don’t have to cook either, I’ll let it slide. This time. He says it’s because it’s too hot to cook. The slacker! I’m lettin’ it slide though. Really.
-swampbear (lettin’ it slide)
Last night, my friends saved me from cooking by coming over so we could order out. See, it’s not the cooking I need to be saved from–it’s the dishwashing (dish washing?) I have to do before I can do the cooking. I love to cook. I hate dishes. They may be sentient by now. I am very afraid.
But since I’m going to be home all by my lonesome all night, I guess I should just bite the bullet and get it done. Not that I should actually bite any bullets, because I have teeth like chalk and I don’t have time for any dental visits any time soon. My dentist’s children have ponies because of me.
HAPPY ANNIVERSARY PUGGY AND MR. ANACHI!
[Rue, I gave you a perfectly good suggestion for ensuring your plumber will always be there, on time even, but did you take me up on it? Hmmm? At any rate, I’m glad your shower and your toilet will soon be yours to use again.
I had to cook last night. I made burritos and tacos. Meh, they’re easy to make and they’re kind of a no muss, no fuss meal. I use ground turkey breast, season it with some mexican seasoning packet, diced onions and throw in a jar of Pace chipotle salsa after the meat is cooked, and voila! That’s the meat portion anyway. Next I add diced onions and cheese to the refried beans (Rosarita), heat them up, and voila! There’s the bean mixture. Next, I chop up the condiments, lettuce, tomatoes, onions, warm up the shells, put out the condiments, along with grated cheese, sour cream and guacomole and dinner is served.
Well, I need to get some chores done now.
Arrrgh! …and once again, my coding sucks big time! I give up!
I need to mow my back yard. But I’m sitting here in air conditioned comfort rationalizing about *not * mowing the yard. Shame on me. I’ll get to it in a little bit. Really. Just as soon as I change into shorts and a tank top and raggedy sneaks. Seriously. I’ll be mowing. Unless it rains…
Is it wrong of me to be wishing for rain right about now??
Rue, congrats on your plumbing repair. I was really worried about that. So worried that I wasn’t thinking about that “strong tongue” comment at all. Not even a little bit. Because I care about your mudding and your priming and your eventual showering… (Is it naughty of me to visualize Rue all soaped up in a steamy shower? Because if it’s wrong, I don’t wanna be right…) :o
Oh yeah, this month is my 5-year anniversary on the boards - I think I already missed the actual day, but, dang, FIVE YEARS!! And have I offered anything substantial? Not likely. Well, except for my presence.
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MWAH!* Celebratory smooches all around!!
MWAH! MWAH! MWAH! MWAH!
Now, I’m trying real hard not visualize my soap, that I made with my own hands, slip-sliding all over wet naked bodies.
Just kidding, iffen I was to visualize anything sliding over certain naked bodies, well…
That means that next month is my 5 year anniversary. (I figure my 1 year trial separation doesn’t count.)
Oh, and you might as well go mow the yard, else you’ll just feel guilty all night.
But fcm you have!!! You’re the NICEST poster on the whole board!
Thank you everybody for the well wishes. Nicest anniversary EVER!