Letter to the Teacher

Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share
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First things first:

<AHEM> CLEARING THROAT <AHEM>

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HAAAPPPYYY BIIIRRRTHHHDAAAY TOOOOOO YOUUUUUU!!!
HAAAPPPYYY BIIIRRRTHHHDAAAY TOOOOOO YOUUUUUU!!!
HAAAPPPYYY BIIIRRRTHHHDAAAY DEEEAAARRR PUUUGGGYYY!!!
HAAAPPPYYY BIIIRRRTHHHDAAAY TOOOOOO YOUUUUUU!!!
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Ok, now on to other things:

donkey here’s a hint: ACBG suggested I do something unto myself which, although fun, would be dang near impossible.

FCM dreamed Bobbio was gay? All this time I thought I was the only one who had that fantasy. :smiley:

The pizza last night was good. We ate all but three slices of a super large everything. ACBG is excited cause he gets to have leftover pizza for lunch. I left him asleep in my bed. HMMPH! The lazy critter!

Catalyst welcome! We are a clique but not a real exclusive one. According to Rue we’ll let everybody in, even me.

Happy Friday Y’all! WOOHOO! Long weekend comin’ up. Work may end around threeish this afternoon. Tomorrow will be the last official pool party of the year. It’s a bring your own steak party. Taters (but not our Taters), salad, corn-on-the-cob and homemade ice cream will be provided. Oh, and everybody is to bring their own adult libations, as they desire. There will also be “bald” peanuts to munch on cause my friend who does em real good is bringing em. He has lots and lots of green peanuts still. He grows em.

-swampbear (I’m wearin’ shorts today. At work even!)

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Firstly:
Happy Birthday Puggy!
Now.

You know how I just got both boys into school so I don’t have to deal with them all day? Well. Katcha’s sick. Only, he’s not sick. He has some allergies going on. But all the “drainage” gave him a nasty cough. So, rather than freak out his teacher like I’m sending him to school with whooping cough or something, I’m just calling him in sick today. I’m very excited.

Soupo also has a little allergy action going on, but not bad enough to keep him home. (That’s the story I’m sticking to.)

And tomorrow is the planned Big Annual Canoe Outing. It was supposed to be Katcha’s first day. My plan is to still take him since he’s technically not sick. We’ll see what the Little Woman has to say about things.

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Seems like the whole world is trying to get me to take a walk on the wild side…

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I dunno, Rue, if the Little woman is anything like my mom you may have some trouble. Mom’s rule was “too sick for school, too sick for anything else” which kinda sucked.

I say stick to your guns. Katcha being Big Enough to go on the Big Annual Canoe Outing is much more important to him than poopy old kindergarten. Really, the kid can read and everything already, so what’s the big deal?

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Hell, I’m a scruffy looking guy with a ratty moustache.

Kinda gives new meaning to “Go fuck yourself”…

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Happy Birthday, Tuppy. May you have many many more.

Didn’t do too much on the dinner front last night. The GF had off from work yesterday, and was extremely tired when I got home. It looks like another one her flares is coming on, aggravated no doubt by the stress she’s putting on herself with the upcoming move. (I told her that if she won’t be happy with the wallpaper for the kitchen unless it’s the $80 per roll, then get that. It’ll be cheaper in the long run compared to re-wallpapering (it is too a word; I used a hyphen) every couple of years until she gets it right.) So she gets hit hard with the fatigue. We just have to ride it out.

Where the hell was I? Oh yeah, dinner - we had grilled cheeses with pepperoni stuffed in 'em. Yummy, and quick.

And I have to do something very disagreeable today. I have to try to contact one of our suppliers based in New Orleans, and find out when we’re getting the $60,000 worth of equipment for an Navy amphibious ship that was due to be shipped to us next week. How the hell is that conversation supposed to go? “Yeah, I know your entire world fell apart this week, but when do you think we’ll be getting that stuff?”

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Which, I think, is what ACBG told swampy.

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No, I know what you look like - the guy in the dream was mega-scruffy! Kinda like the worst stereotyped redneck you’ve ever seen on COPS… I was aghast - I thought you had better taste than that! :smiley:

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY PUGGY!!!

I really have nothing interesting left to add. Except that I’m very happy it’s Friday. :slight_smile: I’ve got a Pajama Movie Night at my house this evening (pretty self-explanatory, really), a birthday party tomorrow, and I think on Sunday I’m going to go get myself a pedicure.

All hail the three-day weekend.

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Happy Birthday, Puggy

Are you 29 by now?

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. : Happy Birthday Puggy!!! : .

You’re sharing your birthday cake with all of us, right? Did you bring enough for everyone?

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Did he have teeth? If he had none, it might be interesting… :eek: :smiley:

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There is a small child sitting nearby, because half the working parents brought their kids in today. How am I supposed to explain why I’m laughing??

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Tell the kid that Evil Clowns are sending you e-mail, and that it showed a picture of him/her inside of a birthday cake that is half-sliced up.

Sorry, that’s the first thing that came to mind.

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All I’s got is shaving your own back?

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Hap Hap Happy Birthday Puggy!

Ooooh, that’s perfect! Gotta add it to my yard-ape torture kit.

When I take my rightful place as Queen of the Universe it’s going to be a heck of a lot harder to get a driver’s license. Then, if you drive like a doofus once you’ve got one, after the severe thrashing you deserve, you’ll have to drive around with big signs warning others that you once drove like an idiot. Plus, you’ll be given an unflattering haircut and be forced to wear a double-knit burnt orange tuxedo with avocado green ruffled shirt and all of it will be just a little tight and scratchy.

Sheesh, that driver hit the brakes so much I thought she had a problem with the wiring or sumpin’.

I vote for taking **Katcha ** along, if he’s the kind of kid who’s good about being sick. Wouldn’t want the little guy to be miserable on his first big trip. My parents *never * took us out of school and look how I turned out. You don’t want that!

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By the time I hit fourth grade, my parents had developed a set of rules for their two “Ferris Buellers”. (Mom actually called us that.) We made our own decisions about when to stay home, but if we had no visible signs of sickness, we were confined to our rooms without tv, radio, video games, whatever. (Books were not outlawed–and, I happily pointed out, neither were cassette tapes.)

One Monday, I didn’t feel good. I stayed in my room all day as per the rules. Tuesday, I kept telling my mom I didn’t feel good, she made me go to school. In those days, we could go home for lunch, which I did. Despite more “I don’t feel good, Mommy,” I was again sent back to school.

The afternoon was torturous, and I walked the mile home feeling sicker with every step. Upon arriving, I opened the front door, began to say “I’m home,” and instead vomited macaroni and cheese all over the brand new carpet.

Mom came to investigate and found me crying because I thought I’d be in trouble, and the only words I was capable of saying were “I’m sorry” and “Toldja I was sick!!”

During the doctor’s visit that followed immediately thereafter, I was diagnosed with scarlet fever. Not the flu, not some kind of food poisoning, but scarlet freakin’ fever.

Mom still feels guilty about that. And let’s not go into the time I told her my ankle hurt and she thought I was faking because my brother had sprained his ankle (turned out I have a condition called metatarsalgia, which I believe simply means my foot hurts from time to time), or about how she thought I was just faking because I wanted glasses until the teacher sent a note home saying I couldn’t see the blackboard from the front row (I was almost legally blind by 15 years old).

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HAPPY, HAPPY, BIRTHDAY TUPUG!

The kids and I were supposed to be out of the house by 9:00 a.m today to go school clothes shopping. We didn’t make it. I slept in, by accident, and now we’re scrambling to get cleaned up. To be frank, I’m not looking forward to the crowds at the mall, but it’s got to be done.

I was never sick as a kid. Well, I had chicken pox when I was about four, but that’s really it. I only missed school once due to illness. I was in sixth grade and had some terrible stomach flu. Other than that, I was always well.

Well, I better get cleaned up so I can hit the mall.

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Happy birthday happy birthday happy birthday!
Happy Birthday!

Let me guess- you’re turning twenty. You’re almost old enough to drink! Isn’t that exciting?

Today is housework, finishing a necklace that I’ve gotten obsessive about, and dancing tonight. Whee!

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On the subject of birthdays, I just consider myself 21 with an extra 31 years of on-the-job-experience.

I gotta admit that I’m beginning to look quite worn for a 21-year-old, though.