BEARS!!!
(N.O.B.)
What a great game! I have to write this because I am seriously vocally challenged today after screaming for three hours along with 61,000 of my closest friends last night!
Wile E - I’m sorry work was of the suck, but at least you weren’t euthing young, healthy animals whose people were tired of them, or couldn’t afford to feed them. What you did wass a kindness, even though it weighs on your heart.
doggio (is that right?) - Well, considering I do heart my neighbors and want to stay on their good side (they both are county sheriffs), I think I’ll pass on the loud, smelly, stain-y presents. The husband kills rattlesnakes for me. His importance can’t be overstated.
Nava - I hear they’re good with barbecue sauce… And the bros can make more.
In all my life, I’ve never had heartburn. My sisters, brother and parents all suffered, but not me. I was immune to the gastric upsets of mere mortals. Until last week. Now I have heartburn. It’s not fair to lead me along for all these years, thinking I was safe, only to hit me POW!!. I want to complain to the Supreme Being in charge.
StG
I’ve never been out of the country!
My company is sending me to Aberdeen, Scotland on business. I will be lead designer on a new project, and they are having the kickoff meeting there. The first week of November!
I don’t even have a passport! It’s all going to be rushed through, and I’ll get a company credit card.
I’m very excited, and a little bit skeered.
Rebo Scotland, land of :eek: haggis :eek:? You poor thang! 
I do believe both BooFae and Nava can clue you in on what to expect in Scotland. Besides haggis for breakfast, lunch and dindin that is.
It is only 84 Amurrkin out and we’re in the hottest part of the day! I’m freezin’ down heah!
Leftovers for dindin tonight. I made a buncha chikin ‘n dumplin’s. I’m told I’m bein’ taken to dindin tomorrow night. Don’t know where just told it will happen. I love it when he’s so forceful! 
BBBobbio so drugs and pt huh. Doesn’t sound too bad. Watch out for TS/Hurricane Whateveritsnameis!
Woohoo, Rebo!! Very cool!! Carry an extra suitcase so you can bring us all presents!!
**kopek **- loved your story!
When I came home today, I decided to sort out all the bajillion keys that have been hanging on the key rack. At least a third of them have been tossed. House keys have been identified and tagged. Van keys are ready for the new owner. Tomorrow, he gets the title and the keys and I get a check. Yay!!
That’s all I’ve got. For now. Maybe more later, maybe not. I’m mysterious that way.
I’m at work, and I’m BORED. I’m so bored I paid all the bills, even the ones that weren’t late!
too damned early for football - baseball isn’t even in playoffs yet.
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ps. J! E! T! S! Jets! Jets! Jets!**
pps. Go Big Blue!!!
Ummm… Rah?
Ok, now on to the title of this treatsie.
My next door neighbor (the one whose husband has Alzheimer’s and is in a Veteran’s Hospital Alzheimer’s Unit) is in the hospital. She started bleedin’ last night, went to the ER this mornin’ and is bein’ kept. Thus, I am babysittin’ Mr. Bear, her poodle. Spoiled Rotten Poodle. Anywho, she called me to let me know what was goin’ on. A friend of hers came over to get her some clothes. She thinks its just overnight, so prayers, good thoughts, crossed appendages for that would be appreciated. I told her not to worry about Mr. Bear (that’s what I call him) I would take care of him. He is safely bedded down for the night on my back porch. He ain’t exactly the most house trained of dogs so I don’t want him in my house and since temps are still pretty mild and he has two blankies plus his “baby” (a butt ugly stuffed monkey that he just lurves) so he’ll be ok. He ate his dindin and promptly went out and pooped in the back yahd, so thank Og for that. Thank Og for a fenced in backyahd also. Ima leave the door open from the porch to the yahd and leave the porchlight on all night. Plus I will ensure he gets ample skritches. Heh. When my neighbor’s friend went into the house, Bear ran and hid under the bed but came out for me. That’s how I was able to get him over here. I put him out on his backporch, got his bed over here, then him, then his food and water dish. He howled for a bit but is now calmed down. Thus begins another saga of swampy the doggy nanny.
Today was Support Your Local Tire Store Day. Culinary Boy noticed that the front tires on Polly Subaru were dangerously bald. My response: “No wonder it felt like I was slipping a bit on the wet road on Sunday.”
Yep, in the finest Spaz tradition of driving in extremely dangerous conditions without a care in the world, I drove all the way to Furniture Capital and back in the pouring down rain on the curviest part of I-40 on bald front tires. :smack:
So this afternoon Culinary Boy drove me straight to the downtown tire store to see how much the entrance fee to the four-new-tires-and-alignment show would be. $493 total and they got it done in an hour and they didn’t try to rip me off which was a first. I’ve had bad experiences buying tires in the past.
We got a new manager today - someone who can actually translate between IT-speak and EndUser. Yay.
swampie - hmmm…I’d like to go on vacation. You wouldn’t mind babysitting 6 dogs, 4 cats and 3 horses, would you? You could stay at my house - I’ll put brownies in the fridge and you could sand my floors while you’re here.
StG
Sure StG my fee is two hundred bucks an hour. Pay for five days and the sixth day is half-priced. A bargain!
One minor change in plans. I am not leaving the door open from the porch to da yahd. I thought about it and realized Mr. Bear ain’t all that familiar with the back yahd and there is the matter of a pool. I just came in from sittin’ with him on the back porch. I sat down thinkin’ I’d just reach down and pet him a while but he jumped right up in my lap and gave me a kiss. AWWWWWWWWW…
Ima need some doggy horror stories ASAP!
I found out that my cytology skills were accurate, the specialists determined the dog from last night did have lymphosarcoma and as it was so aggressive the owner’s opted to have him euthanized.
Swampy, somehow I completely misread your story and thought that you were babysitting the husband who just happened to be named Mr. Bear but I couldn’t figure out why you were making him sleep on the porch. :eek:
Doggie horror story:
Ernie and Lucy both need their teeth cleaned. Around $150 each. (They have to knock them out.)
Work went OK, had fun with my friends at the Canes Corner. They make an outstanding nanner pudding.
Prilosec OTC, Previcid, and Gaviscon are your friends. Welcome to the club. and I’d babysit for cheesecake and beer.
STILL SUCK
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Bumba, if you’re still bored tomorrow, you could pay my rent.
{{{{{{Wile E}}}}}
I’ve got bills you could pay, too, Bumba!
Yay for Mr. picu going back to work!
And yay for a good new manager, rosie!
Sorry for the work stress and heartburn, Coyote. You do a really important job.
Home from book group. Have called Mom and am doing a load of laundry as well as putting some away.
Should think about falling asleep, too.
I know I wanted to say more, but I’ve forgotten what.
Hugs.
GT
SQUEEEEEEEEEE! It’s gorgeous there! How long will you stay? Are you only going for the meeting? Can you add a few days before or after to take a minitour? You may be able to negotiate that with your employers, what with plane tickets often being cheaper if there is a Saturday night in between than if not. I do hope this winter is milder than the last, given the dates… I know we have several Dopers thereabouts, too, although the only ones I met were BooFae and 'im indoors.
I have a linguistic question… what do you call groups of workers who stand in front of a factory informing (or “informing”) other workers that “we’re on strike”? Today is the second day of a very strange general strike in Spain and I realized I have no idea how to say piquete informativo in English.
Haven’t been able to do any work (other than answer questions) since last Monday or so. They removed our access, then they restored it partially, then they didn’t know who was responsible for adding (restoring really) more stuff, and I. Just. Can’t. Access what I need to use! I’m in “lay back and think of your bank account” mode, but reaching the point of “listen, I’d rather take advantage of the Nice Weather[sup]TM[/sup] and go See Places, ok? Call me when I can work, willya?”
Bringing a Gameboy to work would be too obvious, wouldn’t it? Maybe I can take over a meeting room and set up some negotiations with Alex and Genghis…
Cognate time, Nav. In English, they’re known as picketers, and the formation is a picket line. The verb is ‘to picket’.
Blurf. Gotta start my daily reconstruction. I ain’t nekkid yet…
Morning all! Up and caffeinating, ready to head out to work. Happy Hump Day all!
Yay Rebo on the trip to Scotland! Edinburgh should be a great place to see; hope you’ll get a chance to do some sightseeing. 