Why don’t you come here, seeing as I’d have to miss class and such?
Like corduroys or or jean-like pants that are like denim, but other colors. Like brown. But not khakis.
No, those I’m planning on wearing tomorrow, because I bought special socks to go with them tonight. Picture shall come tomorrow.
It looks like today is a doubleheader MMP Cool Kids Birthday day!
<AHEM> CLEARING THROAT <AHEM.
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HAAAPPPYYY BIIIRRRTTTHHHDDDAAAYYY TOOOOOO YOUUUUUU!!!
HAAAPPPYYY BIIIRRRTTTHHHDDDAAAYYY TOOOOOO YOUUUUUU!!!
HAAAPPPYYY BIIIRRRTTTHHHDDDAAAYYY DEEAAARRR SSSNNNAAAKKKEEESSS AND ZZZEEELLLIIIEEE!!!
HAAAPPPYYY BIIIRRRTTTHHHDDDAAAYYY TOOOOOO YOUUUUUU!!!
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Once again, swampy was hogging the microphone. Happy Birthday, zelie and snakes.
Right now in the cubicle next to me Roundboy, He Who Knows All (just ask him), is filling Mandy the Martian in on Roman Catholicism, Santa Claus, and the Holy Grail. My brain is hurting.
But I do have a new sig line…
Glad ya like it Sean. I just knew you would! 
Now put on your plaid pants, go sit on a park bench and scratch yourself.
Those pants are made for golfing. And that’s what they’re gonna do.
I attempted to be a golfer. I even bought clubs. The part I liked best was drinking in the club house afterwards. The rest of it was just the dumbest thing I could ever think of doing.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY SNAKESCATLADY AND ZELIE!
Well, it’s snowing here and has been snowing since yesterday evening. I called the severe weather line for where I work and it said although road conditions are RED, operations are normal and everyone is expected to come into work.
Uh, no…I’ve got plenty of leave. I’ll just stay home thank you very much. I called and left a message with my boss. He’ll probably roll his eyes and probably won’t be happy, but oh well. I have four wheel drive and all that, but that doesn’t mean anything on ice and that’s the problem with the snow up here. We don’t get just a nice snow that become all compacted. Our snow turns slushy and then very icy. The kids’ school district cancelled school for today too. They’ll be thrilled. That means another day of playing in the snow for them.
I dunno, if things start to clear off, I MAY go in to work. Who knows, my boss may decide he wants me to haul my ass in there and make me come in. We’ll see.
Off to watch the news…
Happy Birthday Snakescatlady and Zelie!!! Also from the cat. Here he is checking for the skywriting he ordered for your birthdays!
Happy Birthday, SnakesCatLady & Zelie! I’ll be back later with another installment but I wanted to be sure to say that!
Happy Birthday Snakes and Zelie!!!
Last night I began the Packing Extravaganza by cleaning out the hall closet, piling all the garbage I found in there (an 8’ deep by 4’ wide closet–filled almost entirely with crap I don’t need) in the dining room, where it has obscured the sliding door to the balcony. Tomorrow during daylight hours I shall throw it all off the balcony and drag it down to the dumpster. I then began refilling the closet with neatly-packed-and-labeled boxes of books. Thirteen boxes thus far … bookshelves still aren’t empty. I’m going to be thankful for my labeling system when I get to the new place (“Library–Books–Hardcovers A-C”) because I always find myself staring at box upon box that says “Books” and wondering where to start.
Tonight, we go see Aeon Flux, then there shall be laundry (one of the final trips to the Laundry Room at the End of the World), the finishing of book-packing, and maybe I’ll move on to my tchatchkes and knickknacks. (That sounds real impressive, don’t it? The big secret is that all aforementioned objet d’art are action figures and pez dispensers and my Harry Potter snow globe and old-skool Star Trek lunchbox.) I have learned my lesson about packing my movies too far in advance. Sure, they’re nice and uniformly-sized, easy to pack, why not do it now? Because when I least expect it, the night before I move, I’m going to decide I need to watch The Ice Pirates and have to dig through every box to find it–although maybe not, if I continue my faboo labeling system. 
bonkeydear, I eighth the consensus on the pants. 86 em toot sweet!
fcm, aw what a lovely boy he was. Saaaaaaaaay, doesn’t snakes have some really kee-ute lil kitties that will need new homes? 
HAPPY HAPPY BIRFDAY SNAKES AND ZELLI
Okay, it’s Friday. Who’s up for next Monday? RUE!!! Okay, you’ve had plenty of time to adjust to outside work again. ::Taps right foot impatiently::
Tupug (still tapping)
Oh, and donkeybear, I like the pants, but I’m wanted by the Fashion Police of every state I’ve ever been to.
Huh. I kind of liked the pants.
And on preview I see **Draelin ** has beat me to it.
See, but those of us who are OLDER than you remember those type of pants from the first time around. They were ugly then, and they’re ugly now. They scream used car salesman or old man with white belt.
I was nice and let my kids sleep in. Of course, I’ll hear all letting them sleep too long if I don’t wake them up to play in the snow. It’s still dark, so I’ll let them sleep a little longer. My newspaper still isn’t here. I guess the paper gal or guy is having some difficulty getting around this morning. I can’t blame him/her.
Draelin, have fun with the packing. You do realize, of course, that once you finally do move, there will be some boxes that just NEVER get unpacked. Three, four years from now, you’ll run across the box and think, “Hmm, guess I never needed any of this stuff”. But will you chuck the stuff? Nooooo, you’ll think you should get around to seeing what’s in there; but later. So, the box will continue to sit there. I know, I’ve done this. Do you know that I had boxes sitting in the crawl space of my first house for 13 years. Boxes that I hauled from my apartment. Boxes that I totally forgot about. Boxes that the buyer of my old home brought to me in my new home. Some of which are still packed up. I did toss some of the stuff, so I’m slightly proud of that.
I know, you’re thinking, “Didn’t she haul stuff to the dumpster or dump before each move?” The answer to that would be a huge, hearty “YES”. But, somehow, stuff snuck into boxes and sealed itself up, to be found much later down the road.
Well, I better take a shower. I think I’m gonna finish my coffee before I do that.
Drae, we used a whole grunch load of beer boxes in our move. They’re great for books, CDs, movies, and othr small but somewhat heavy items. And they stack great in the van.
The Anhesuer-Busch products have the best boxes that are readily available. Miller boxes will do in a pinch, or for things that don’t need a lot of structural integrity. Avoid the Coors boxes at all costs.
At least three of the boxes in the Great Garbage Pile are leftover from two moves ago. I said I wouldn’t open them, just throw them out … but I did “rescue” a few things.
I use archiving boxes for exactly the same reason. And they have handles. Unfortunately, I no longer live over a bar and don’t have ready access to the beer boxes because I prefer tequila.
Thanks for all the wonderful birthday wishes!! And Happy Birthday to Zellie!
Plaid pants. Ugh. Golf. Double ugh.
Let’s hear some kitty names, folks! I’ve been thinking maybe Herman and Lily… . The lady who found them was calling the little male Kramer because of the way his fur sticks up on the top of his head, but that show made me sick to my stomach and I don’t really want to be reminded of it on a daily basis.
Mr Bus Guy, that is one fine looking cat you have there! His coat just gleams - shows you have been taking really good care of him. Hi Quervo!! Hows the fella?
Ooh, I like Herman and Lily! You could also go with Gomez and Morticia, if you like the theme. Of course, my favorite kitten names ever were Smarmy and Repugnant, but not everyone has my sense of humor.
This will really date me…
Maddy the VunderDog has picked up the nickname of Ferd Berfel, because she spends so much time <berf>ing at stuff. If we got another French Bulldog as her companion, I’d name it Fred Farkle.
It’s from a Rowan & Martin’s Laugh-In sketch. Yes, I remember seeing it first run, too.
Day 5: Coming Home
Well, I was woken up at 4:30 AM. Not terrible, I mean, I got up, but I was pretty out of it.
Normally, I would have gone without breakfast and just had a strong cup of java. This is the main thing I hate about staying over people’s house: can’t have coffee the way I like it. And they would have been terribly upset if I’d gone without eating anything, so I had one *roti * at 4:45 AM. Ugh. It was good, but as I’ve said, too early! They also packed me a nice lunch, with two extra rotis and some other stuff. At 5 in the morning, she’s cooking me this stuff. No coffee, only sweet milky tea, because we were ruled by the Brits for so long and even if we pretend not to like them we’ve picked up 1001 of their habits. :smack:
I say goodbye to Aunt Bala, and we get in the car and drive to the airport. I am about falling asleep, and everyone is very quiet. This time, I’m flying out of Colorado Springs.
I check my huge bags, say a long and loving goodbye to my family, and go through security, removing my sandals once again. And I finally board the plane.
The first flight out goes just fine, they check my carry-on which is good since it weighs a ton! I am sitting in the “door” seat, so the stewardess has to make sure I and three other young girls are a) over 15 b) willing and able to help her in the case of an emergency. Thanks for the reassurance, lady.
I get out at Chicago,pick up my bag, and enter the biggest goddamn airport I’ve ever seen. I’m in terminal F something, and I have to go to C4 or C6. I don’t even see a sign that says “C terminals this way”. I had to ask three people, and supposedly there was a shuttle but I never saw it. “Go to the dinosaur, make a left, and you’ll see the shuttle.” Yeah, right. The skeletal dinosaur was cool though.
I ended up walking about half a mile - I kid you not, half a mile - in the Chicago airport, until I found my gate. Thank Og for the mvoing sidewalks so I could put my bag down! An imperious voice kept announcing: “The Moving Sidewalk Is Now Moving. Please Look Down.” And then, “The Moving Sidewalk Has Now Ended. Please Look Down.” The moving sidewalk-room was huge…probably like a football field, with different-colored flourescent lights overhead. As it was, I gained a hell of a purple bruise on my right shoulder and a smaller one on the left.
I finally got to my gate, and had 20 minutes before boarding, so tried to nap in the terminal a bit, except some girl next to me kept jabbering on and on in Valley-Girl speak. “Like um, totally!” I wanted to reach across and smack her but MMPers should be proud, I restrained myself.
I finally got on the plane, and promptly fell asleep until Albany again. No in-flight movie this time, since it was a shorter flight.
It was 65 degrees on Saturday in Colorado, pouring rain in Chicago, and about 40 degrees and there was snow on the ground in Albany. Still, let me tell you, I was never so happy to see my own town again. I dragged myself off the plane, and went to the baggage check, where one of the skycaps offered to help me. I was so exhausted I agreed right away, and it actually turned out to be really interesting. He’d been a Navy Frogman in WWII - what they now call SEALs - and I think I surprised him by asking him moderately intelligent questions. I tipped him five bucks, both for the service and because he’d served…it was more than I needed to, but I didn’t mind.
Got in the cab, who took me home, and finally crawled exhaustedly into the apartment, after forking over $20 to the cabbie. And that, ladies and gentlemen, is the end of my trip! Woohoo!
