Drae, know what? I got a call from ACBG a bit ago. He’s ordered a devil’s food cake with dark chocolate icing to celebrate today. He’s kinda strange like that. Good thing for me I like strange. 
TWO sounds like a repeat of last night would be a good way to celebrate 6/06/06. 
Mika, when are we going to get the installment about pushing the family off the cliff?
**'Mika ** - you have far more patience than I; Certainly more than my cousin who had no trouble going out on her own every day we where in Vegas (we stayed at the Paris - my limtied mobility, and the fact I hate doing things alone, kept me from Fremont Street)
And today would be a perfect day to do that…
btw - I just check the cafeteria menu - among other, tastier sounding items, they are serving deviled eggs…
No, see, I restrained myself. I didn’t quite push them off the cliff, just came damn close.
gt, what are those tall flowers, with the round purple ball at the top? I see them all over and I want some. They’re cool. I used to have a few poppies; they were a gorgeous pale coral color. But that was at the old house and I moved.
I totally forgot today was the day of the anti-Christ. This morning on the radio I heard that there used to be a Highway 666 but they had to change the name because people kept stealing the signs. Ha! People are sick.
FCM – Fabu kiln! I bet you’re all hot to use it!
I got nuttin’ particularly interesting to tell today. My ex-husband is planning to take the kids to Cedar Point this summer, a five or so hour drive from here. Which would make sense if there weren’t a perfectly servicable amusement park less than two hours away. He annoys the crap out of me. Guess that’s why the “ex,” huh?
Which park is close to you? Kings Island? That’s a cool place, but it doesn’t hold a candle, for the coaster enthusiast, to Cedar Point
IANgt, but those are alliums, in the same family as onions, chives, etc. They come in short, medium and tall, and in colors from white through pink, blue and purple. I love them, and while I don’t think mine survived the move, I am definetly going to plant more.
One of my columbine is blooming. I bought it last year, it was supposed to be the new chocolate and white bicolor, but no, it’s just blue. A pretty blue, but not the variety I had thought I had bought. I did buy two, and the other is budding, so maybe…
I had a rogue poppy (either a shirley or an icelandic) show up last year, after not having them for a few years, and I left it in the Fall to toss it’s seeds around. I have about a billion baby poppies now, can’t bear to toss them, gonna have to find room for them somehow…
I used to babysit a little girl who’s birthday is today. I wonder what little Jordan is up to?
I was so hoping you did. They’d never convict you, but would give you a medal instead.
I’m still puzzled about how the computer screen adjusted its own setting spontaneously and without anyone touching it, and then flipped back to normal. Weird.
They would maybe even give you a parade, Mika. Next time, be pro-active and kill them as soon as you see them. Don’t even wait for any annoying/rude/obnoxious behaviour.
I had something else to say, but I’ve forgotten it. Oh well.
I remember the year my chives bloomed, so that’s probably right!
Yes, Kings Island. But my older children are just 8 and 11. Do they need to go to Cedar Point? That’s what I mean. I think someone else “needs” to go to Cedar Point. They’ve never been to Kings Island, so they’d be perfectly thrilled with going there.
Sigh. It’s a trivial annoyance, really, compared to the things which preceeded his, ex-ing.
They’re out right now…buses and buses taking the Jr. High kids home…then they’ll run back to the elementary schools, get those little brats and run them home…then they’ll come back here, have a supervisor check the bus, turn in their flashlight and keys, then they’ll ALL GO HOME, and it’s SUMMER!!!
YAY!!!
:: passing out from the excitement::
you sound more excited than the teachers!
Yep, them is alliums, and I loves 'em, too. I want more–maybe white ones, to go with my purple ones.
Plant them in the fall-they’re perennials and bulbs to boot.
I have just finished 2 hours of looking at grad school stuff. Did you all know I have to write a paper that is due the FIRST DAY OF CLASS? Holy shit-and than some.(or is it then some? dunno).
My brain is fried. And I really, really, want a Mac laptop but I think that cost and the intimidation of learning a whole new operating system is sending me to PC world. <sigh> I just doubt that I could learn a Mac by July 19. Don’t laugh at me-I’m old. It took me 6 months to feel comfortable copying and pasting ferchrissakes.
Maybe I’ll turn Luddite.
Off to paint! Oh, joy. Still no call from the car shop and the orthodontist is in 90 minutes. Hmmm…I see a problem.
I have a chive story, even.
Back when VunderWife lifed in White Elephant Manor in Indianapolis, I had a small herb patch, and a big mound of chives was very prominent.
We were involved deeply in Boxer Rescue, and were dog-sitting the personal pet of the lady who ran the Central Indiana Bocxer Rescue. Major was 10 years old at the time, very grumpy but not mean; he was old and knew it, so he expected to have his way.
Of course, as much as I liked Major, I wouldn’t put up with him trying to run the house instead of me. He really pissed my off over something (I forget the actual offense now), so I performed a maneuver known as an Alpha Roll on him, and put my teeth on the underside of his neck. It’s pretty much the ultimate insult/warning in the doggy world, and the gist of it is my yaya is bigger than yours. He got the message.
When I let him go, he got up, made a beeline out the dog door to the back yard, and hiked his leg on my prize mound of chives.
To this day, neither family can eat a baked potato with a straight face…
Wow, Mika. All that standing around waiting would’ve driven me crazy. And how do you forget your suitcase? Geez. I can’t wait to read the next installment!
Guess Major showed you Bobbio! HEE!
I have decided that we shall have deviled eggs tonight. Ain’t all that much to makin’ em and it’s the perfect day for deviled aigs.
Deviled aigs and devil’s food cake. Reckon we need like some real food too. That’ll be grilled chicken salads. I’m not gettin’ too creative on an evil main course.
Agreed. If there’s one thing I can’t stand, it’s waiting for someone who should have been ready. I’m more than happy to cut somebody slack if I’m just ready to go a little early–I’m early for almost everything in a fashion that’s damn near pathological. But if somebody says “I’ll pick you up at eight” or “I’ll call you by 6:30” or “Meet me in front of the theater at 10”, that, to me, constitutes a binding social contract.
Of course, there are incidents and accidents and delays. This is why my friends have cell phones. Even if they don’t call, I’m willing to let something like that slide, because I’m uber-forgiving like that. Although, most of my circle is pretty good at the calling thing ever since somebody didn’t show up because she was dead and nobody had notified her friends yet.
I have several friends who are incapable of getting anywhere on time. I have seen these friends be anywhere from 10 minutes to three hours late. Another friend will routinely lay down “for a minute” and then not show up at all. I love my friends with all my heart–but this makes me so mad, I literally have to get off the phone so I don’t scream and offend them. I realize I’m a Time Nazi, and I try to keep it to myself.
But if we’re going to the movies, gods help you if you make me miss the previews. 
Yup, perennial and hardy to boot. The flower looks great in a a bedding plant, is a long lasting cut flower, and the dried seed heads are an attractive indoor decoration. The range in height from less than a foot to over 5 feet. A super easy, low maintenance addition to the garden. I plant the bulbs in the Autumn.
You guys are getting why I get so frustrated! Me, who gets out of bed and can be ready to go in 20 minutes, showered, if you need me to. Without eating! Ugh.
Some guy just came in here. He was weirding me out from minute 1…unshaven,
and wearing an old ugly t-shirt. Here’s the conversation:
Strange Man: “I wanted to volunteer”.
Me: :dubious: “Well, OK, what kind of stuff are you interested in doing? Working at events?”
SM: “Yup. Maybe food events?”
Me: (I noticed his fingernails were dirty. Food?) “Oh, good. Unfortunately our next event is in the fall. If you’d like to leave your name and number, I’m sure we can get someone to contact you.”
I’d already decided I wasn’t going to let him know I could set him up with volunteer work! And I’m glad I did. I handed him the notebook, and he went on to say:
SM:" You’re not wearing any rings."
Me: (Huh?)“No.”
SM: “Are you single?”
Me: :eek: “No.”
Anyway, he left his name and number, then chatted about another thing or two. Then when he left I asked the boss for permission and then tore up his number.
Yucky.