And as scout is my evil twin (I decided she was the evil one because as mentioned in last week’s MMP, the evil woman twin has brown hair and a lot of mascara. Unfortunately, having met scout, it was evident neither one of us had an excess of makeup, and that we both have brown hair. But hers is darker - which makes me the good twin! Yay!), I did a lot this weekend. I had my two single women cousins come to visit me, and we ran all over DC and the surrounding area. Well, no actual running, but there was substantial walking on Sunday, all over Georgetown. Enough walking so that two days later, I have a shin splint in my left leg. Ouchy! But all that walking was good, because we needed to work off all of the food we ate (ice cream twice! And not just any ice cream - Cold Stone Creamery ice cream, with a bunch of mix-ins). We also did three movies - Failure to Launch, Firewall, and Harry Potter 4 on IMAX! We had a lot of laughs, some deep conversation, and assorted fruity drinks. A good time was had by all! And there was some discussion that our next meeting would be a weekend of me flying up to Boston, on the weekend of cousin’s boyfriend’s band’s CD release party. All fun stuff!
I don’t know yet, but I do know that “not giving a damn one way or t’other” well describes my attitude toward my last job for a good year before I quit.
By your location, I bet it was the same IKEA I’m never going to again, in Elizabeth, right? Yeah. Actually I recommend any tourists in the area check it out just once, aiming to get there at peak population density. It’s worst thing you’ll ever do, so it’ll be nice to get it out of the way. Seriously, I’ve had flashbacks that were more pleasant than being eaten alive by the great god IKEA’s all-consuming mouth.
Different how? All I know about it is what I’ve deduced from a brief television trailer, which is not much. Stylistically, how would you describe it? Who’s in it besides our own American Prince in French exile, the inimitable* Mr. Depp? What’s the moral of the story?
This is the second person I’ve ever heard of who likes to do that. The other is the partner of a friend, not even anybody I know well. Anybody else want to fess up here?
I’m listening to it right now, the (With A Swing) version from the Swing Kids soundtrack. I think it’s just a remastering of the original Benny Goodman version.
Of course Christ will come, as we all know, as “the thief in the night”. But is the phrase necessarily one which evokes Christian imagery for most people?
I’m having a cup of tea. It’s quiet, and sunny in the kitchen. There are happy cats lazing around. I feel like the Electric Monk’s horse; faced with sudden freedom I am constructing plans only to have the pleasure of ignoring them. I’m staying out of the Pit today, I know that. “Go to MPSIMS,” a voice said to me from on high. “Go there and find the MMP. Yeah, though you walk in the valley of the shadow of flamewars, don’t spaz out, I will be your BF totally forever. You know I got your back. Try a little tenderness, baby, it’ll really get you places.”
*anyone else catch Michael Kors on the Project Runway finale refering to his own inimitable way? oh, I about died.
There was once a young man named Derkin,
who kept jerkin his gherkin.
His father said,
“Derkin, quit jerkin yer gherkin.
Yer gherkin’s made for firkin, not jerkin.”
Susan-
It is blatantly obvious to me (at least) that you are indeed the Evil Twin. Look, you go to fun places, have company over, eat out and basically live a life of glamour. Yep-you are Sabrina/whatever Jeannie’s evil twin’s name was.
Target is looking very mundane after Susan’s post.
I flatironed my hair–ooh, someone check my pulse. :rolleyes:
I need a life. Can I borrow someone’s life, please? I’ll give it back, barely used…
Off to buy too many books at Bordres and then Tarjay. woot.
I’ve been e-mailing my cousin who happens to live about a little over an hour away from where I’ll going TDY. She just retired from the AF and is soon starting a new job. She isn’t sure what her schedule will be yet, so I don’t know if we’ll be able to get together or not. I hope we can, it’s been around 20 years since I last saw her.
I’m still looking forward to meeting with any folks here that want to me meet up. Unfortunately, I still don’t have any firm arrival times or departure times. All I know is that my hotel is within walking distance of the Skyline Building, where I’ll be attending class, and about four miles from the metro. I still don’t know if I’ll get a car, but I’m hoping I do, so I can at least go places after the class.
Ya know, I’ve been working my ASS off on that damn treadmill. I wish the amount of work I’m doing on that treadmill would show up in ass shrinkage, but it doesn’t seem to be happening. The hubby thinks I’ve shrunk a little, and to be honest; I do see a little in my face, but sheesh, I want my clothes to be BIG on me. Guess I just need to keep on, keepin’ on.
ugh, I’m not so sure this is right…
Are you supposed to cook plantains or something?
There’s all these little seeds in the middle and it’s like eating an apple…
and I’m afraid he might not be going home again. He’s got a tumor in his back and was supposed to have surgery for it yesterday, but he’s got an infection in his leg so they can’t operate until they get it under control. He’s been having trouble with his legs swelling and he got nerve damage during the biopsy on his back a couple months ago, but he’s also got diabetes, so that might be causing the issue with his legs. Even with the back surgery, the prognosis ain’t good. He’s a two-year survivor of bladder cancer; had his bladder, prostrate, appendix and a kidney removed in summer '04. He’s got Hep C from surgery in the 70s. I hate to say it, but I think this is it. SmithWife lost her remaing two grandparents in the last three years, now it looks like her father…
I hate that this is happening. I’ve known the man for 20 years. 5 years ago, he was vigorous, healthy, strong. Now he’s frail, gray. Dying. It makes me sad. Sorry to be a downer - I just needed to get it off my chest.
Well done, good and faithful servant. * did anyone else think of our own Susie Derkin? Not that she would be jerkin’ her gherkin…(isn’t that also a pickle? Hmmm…). Lemme take a stab at this:
There once was a gal named Derkin,
Who came to the bb a-lurkin’.
She wore a fine merkin,
Loved cucumbers ala gherkin-
And started the boys all a-jerkin’!
Good lord–apparently I can write dirty limericks. Who knew what unplumbed depths of talent lay latent in my breast? Ensign -come on in, the water’s fine. I am also staying away from Pittsville–it’s all too intense and Pitty for me at present. Pssst–I didn’t know Jesus was coming like a thief in the night! I called the cops! :eek: Rigby may have messed up the whole Rapture/Second Coming business.
Sorry, folks.
Oh geeze Smitty. I’m so sorry to hear about this. Please know that you and your family are in my thoughts. Please know that it is perfectly fine to post stuff like this here; we are a very supportive of our little group here and always have a cyber shoulder to lean on.
Thanks, I appreciate it. I’m in one of those precarious positions where I really don’t have anyone to talk to about this. I don’t want to upset SmithWife any more than she already is, plus, she’s bearign enough without having to bear my burden, too. They are private people, and I’m not comfortable spillign my guts to my family for that reason. Didn’t want to post a whoile thread about it. Yeah.
**rigs ** and **bobbio ** - neither of those are ture limerics - the rhyme sceme is all wrong
it should be
da dada da dada da (da)
da dada da dada da (da)
da dada da dee
da dada da dee
da dada da dada da (da)
(the 8th syllable in lines 1, 2, & 5 is optional)
as in
There was a young lady named rigs
who was constantly cleaning her digs
she swept with a broom
thru ev-er-y room
and never invited us pigs
(ok - not great and certainly not dirty - but true to the rhyme scheme :D)
See, now that’s just plain weird. One of the cats came into the bedroom this morning, and started, er, caterwaulin. I ask her, “What is it, Lassie? Did Timmy fall down the well?”
No.
smitty hang in there man. You’re in my thoughts as well.
Spill in here as much as you want, Winston. Good thoughts and prayers for your whole family headed out.
It’s sunny and windy and snowing here. Yesterday it was 16C. The weather confuses me. So far the only things I’ve done are have Mr. Lissar read the first two chapters of Tad Williams’ latest novel to me and go to Mass. Now I have to eat lunch, do laundry, clean, and cook. My life is also very exciting.
I bought Love In The Ruins (Walker Percy), and The Riddle-Master of Hed (Patricia McKillip) over the weekend. I think I’ll read Love aloud to Mr. Lissar.
Oh, pffhhtthffp to you! <sticks tongue out and makes rude noise> Bring knowledge and expertise in and spoil our fun why dontcha?
Here, I’ll try again.
There once was a lady named Derkin,
Who came to the bb a-lurkin’.
She posessed a fine merkin,
Loved pickles ala gherkin-
And caused the Dope boys some jerkin’
Very nice. But I am not the Feilx Unger of the MMP–that belongs to either FCM or Lisslar. I’m still waiting for someone to suggest an object to be cleaned-lord knows they all do over here!
Smitty --I’m sorry to hear about your FIL. That is so sad. I hope things resolve peacefully.
Target upped their cover charge on me! Hmmph. Used to be $60–now it’s $100! :eek: I need a machine that makes money…
