Good morning y’all! Happy Friday! I am in an unexplicably good mood so far today. I wonder what will come along to fix that. 
So, who’s up for Monday?
Good luck on the house Bobbio!
I’m going to see the Prairie Home Companion movie tomorrow! Wheeee!
Just how the heck did they make a movie about Prarie Home Companion? I mean, it’s funny and all, but how can one go on about hot dishes for like an hour and a half? Do tell us how it is rosie.
Two hours later and I’m still in a good mood. This is gettin’ kinda scary. I just know anytime now there’ll be a phone call or nuclear crisis or worse.
Sheeseh, what a long Thursday…
Ok, I caught up but I’m not going to try and comment or complain, or heap praise or be funny…
I’m just jumping back in the pool and getting my head wet. Once I catch up my e-mails and return some phone calls, I’ll be back.
I’ve never listened to the show, but I love Altman, so I might get out and go see it sometime next week. Be sure to come back with a good review. 
Don’t post while in the pool MBG. I think it gives ya cramps or sump’n like that.
LET THE WEEKEND BEGIN!!! Mawnin all. The secret to the dog hair dilemma is to color coordinate your dogs with your floor coloring. My girls are both fawn colored. (dogb, my chi looks a lot like the little dog on the right in your cute toon.) I have multi colored travertine that is “mostly” fawn colored and carpeting that is fawn colored. Sometines it is hard to find the dogs. Only the daughter’s big old mutt manages to leave clots of hair around but she’s moving out next weekend.
taters, want us to get out the cow-orker voodoo doll and place a few strategic pins? Oh, and, ** I want one of them brooms!!!**
We are supposed to be hitting 96 amurkin degrees today and for the rest of the weekend. I have no doubt that the state of Flawduh is going to spontaneously combust so be looking for us to vaguely resemble a spent match by Monday.
Tupug
Puggy, I was thinking the same thing about Flahrdy last week while driving down I75. I was seeing all that scrub and thinking about how easy that could catch on fire and burn for days cause it’s so dry. I got a little creeped out between Gainesville and Ocala cause that’s about all there is along that stretch. I should not think about stuff like that while driving.
It’s gonna hit up near a hunnert around here this weekend. I shall be submerged in the pool a lot this weekend. Friends are coming over tomorrow. We’re gonna grill some chikin and prolly have baked beans and tater (N.O.T.) salad. Plus some ice cold watermelon. The roadside stand on the main road to the swampcave has had the best watermelons I’ve had in a long time lately. They’re local melons too!
So what’s everybody else up to this weekend?
Okay all. I’m in a better mood today.
Thanks for the offer of the voodoo doll and sticking pins, but I think I’ll survive. 
Nearly 100 degrees out! Lawd have mercy! That’s just too dang hot for me! I’d melt!
Temps here may reach the low 70s this weekend. That’s much more reasonable and sane. Plans (so far) call for boating tomorrow, and waiting for delivery of my new washer and dryer on Sunday. That’s about it, I think.
Hubby has taken today off; the big slacker. I wish I could, but have too much to do here.
Well, I best check my e-mails and dig into my work. Envy me…go ahead, I just know you all do…
Three hours in and the good mood persists. I just know the big one’s gonna hit any time now. It’s just too quiet and peaceful. It ain’t natural.
Other than that, well, I’m in an especially good mood today.
Happy Friday everyone. I’m sorta out of it today, but I was in good enough form last night to come up with the first in a new series of tree-based puns. No, there won’t be only tree of them. So weapons are out, trees are in. Get ready to frolick in the figurative foliage for a fair fortnight. Okay, not really, but I couldn’t say no to such delicious alliteration. Here’s the first one, brought to you by my current location …
Yesterday I actually went to a store and gasp BOUGHT something. Two things, in fact, that I forgot to pack. First, a belt. Yeah, I know. The second one is worse - a swimsuit. What kind of moron goes to Florida without a swimsuit? My kind, apparently. Anyway, I managed to get them both quickly and for a reasonable price. The belt is interesting. Instead of having the usual buckle mechanism, it has a rounded metal fixture on the front, from which protrudes a small peg in the direction of my waist. The rest of the belt slides under it and the peg goes into one of the holes outside to in instead of inside to out. Simple, elegant, and very snazzy.
This weekend the family I’m staying with is taking me out to a lake somewhere so we can all have fun with their jetski. I’m told it has a thruster and it goes 60 miles per hour. Pug, what part of Florida are you in? The forecasts say that Panama City won’t break 90 until Monday. Hope the good mood lasts, swampster.
Funny thing swampy is they have been shutting I95 down regularly cause of the brush fires on the east side. Visibility gets really bad due to the smoke. If the wind is right, you can smell it at our house many miles away.
taters, seventies? Why…why…that’s downright wintry. I won’t even get into the water unless ITS temp is above 80. Glad you’re in a better mood.
Okay, c’mon, somebody needs to step up to do Monday. How’s about one of you VMMPWs?* You can post it Sunday night. We won’t mind.
*Virgin MMP Writers
[t]Taters**, make it two or three or maybe five choco-tinis. You more than deserve them.
I had a bit of a weird conversation with one of my co-workers (Paranoid Beginning Cat Lady)yesterday when I dropped off the cinnamon buns. I told her about all the housework I had been doing, and she stared at me, and in a Deeply Meaningful Tone said, “And what housework does Mr. Lissar do?”
I stared back at her for a moment, because I’m not used to people implying that I have been chained to my house by my repressive Evil Overlord Husband(s), and said, “PBCL, are you are aware that Mr. Lissar leaves the house at 5:30 every morning, gets home from work at 5, drops his stuff, and has class until 9? I work part-time. It makes sense for me to do the housework.”
She kept giving me Significant Feminist Stares. It was weird. I think I will ask her on Monday why she thinks it’s Evilly Repressive for women to be the primary housekeepers in a relationship. Is it less demeaning for men to do it?
Mr. Lissar told me I should have said his primary responsibility is to be really good in bed. Next time I will.
Today is one of those “something’s going to happen” days. I don’t know what the something is, but I certainly have my suspicions …
Or it’s distinctly possible that my psychic radar’s on the fritz. Maybe there’s a kid in a well somewhere in Pennsylvania.
Ooo should the hair be standing up on the backs of our necks, Drae?
I get your irritation, lissla. We have a division of labor in our house, and I certainly don’t intend to start wiring the basement, laying flooring in the attic or sanding the deck any time soon. Thanks, I’ll make dinner and keep the house clean.
Today one of my co-workers brought in a ton of yummies – chocolate chip cookies, chess bars. NOBODY’S HERE! She’s saddened that all her baking is not being received by the eager hordes. I’m saddened becuase I know those piles of goodies are just over there in the next office, waiting for their chance to adhere to my thighs. :rolleyes: But they are good. Of course I’ve had a cookie and a bar.
I’m in Orlando, rifty, quite a ways south of PCB. You are benefiting from the lovely gulf breezes where you are at. But beware, they are looking at a suspicious area down off Central America that has certain earmarks. I’m just sayin is all.
You’re gonna go in a lake? Well, keep your feet up and your head out of the water I’m just sayin…
li-li, I would give my eyeteefies to work part time and clean house and cook. Also, I love Mr. Lissar’s comeback. She’s prolly just jealous.
Gonna try to finish up the vacation entries today if I can. Only three days left after all, and two of them are somewhat boring. As a matter of fact, I think I’ll do Thursday and Saturday in this entry and Friday, Disneyland, in a separate one.
Thursday:
Thursday was the day we couldn’t make the 11 AM bus for Hollywood. Because we simply can’t get out the door fast enough. We tried to drive to Hollywood, but got lost.
We did end up going to the Hollyridge Trail and seeing the Hollywood sign, though, which we took plenty of pictures of.
That afternoon we went to the Indian stores. I tried to be patient, for I know that Colorado Springs has like 1 Indian store and so he can charge really exorbitant prices, and L.A. has plenty, but man, shopping is boring, shooping for groceries is worse, and shopping for groceries you don’t even need is just terrible.
I did get some ice cream out of it, though.
Skipping to Saturday - the flight back was fairly boring. I was in the window seat, and a woman was in the aisle seat, with a gap between us. They even served us a rather good lunch of a chicken sandwich and some sides. The only drawback was a child who screamed nearly the entire five hours. Oh my.
Newark is a filthy airport, I have to say. From Newark we hopped an Express Jet to Albany, which I have to say is the smallest plane I’ve ever been on…only three rows. Two on the right, and one on the left. At least i got a rather private seat!
I’d called the SO out of Newark, and then called him again as soon as I got my bags in Albany, only to look up and see him walking up to me. God, I missed him! And it was so darn good to be home.
A little later I’ll finish up with Disneyland…and it’s Friday for real!
Not really. If this indefinable something happens, I’ll be able to say “Oooh! Oooh! See?!?!?!?!” If not, then we all go about our business.
at least the weather here in the nor’east is pleasant today - can’t go having psychic phenomenae (sp?) happening in lousy weather…
as for the kid down the well, maybe it’s just a tape recorder, or a speaker with a remote mic. . . (I watch too much Simpsons)
Li-Li - there are a lot of women still stuck in the beginning-of-the-movement mentality - ask her how many feminists it takes to change a lightbulb - if she says “that’s not funny”, you’ll know.
**Taters ** - I may join you (virtually, that is) in a coupla 'tini’s tonight. I am overwhelmed with work, and they won’t give me O/T, and they keep putting off training someone to help out (or letting me train someone) And cow-orker in the next cubbie has to always do things the hard way, which makes my job tougher.
Thye morning after, I’m starting to have second thoughts about the VunderLair. I’ve been gloating that gators don’t live any farther north than Charleston SC, but according to Wikipedia, I’ve been misled. This place is about 5 miles east of the new digs…