any excuse to go to Vegas is valid
Are you going?
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Can I come?
We went to the Homebuilder Association convention in Las Vegas a couple of years ago. It was great. The convention wasn’t bad, either. Don’t forget to take a helicopter trip to the Grand Canyon.
I am not putting together the computer desk.
It lies in the living room, mocking me.
I did go work out, though.
I have absolutely nothing to add to this thread.
But does that stop my posting?
Au contraire…
Actually they have about four lunch items that are “healthy.” I had a grilled boneless chicken breast on a bed of baby spinach, cucumber, tomatos, and fat-free feta with vinagrette dressing. It wasn’t half bad. I did NOT eat the rolls. Them things is carb bombs!!
Oh, yeah, and the knives in the drawer are cheap serrated knives. When they get dull, maybe I’ll break down and use the new ones.
Actually, that sounds like a good lunch, there Puggy. I’m glad you found something suitable.
you know who has really good rolls? Damon’s Grill. They’re baked with Garlic Butter. mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm 
Your Friendly Online Knife Maven™ also cautions you to never put your good knives in the dishwasher. It’ll chew the sharp edges to bits! And don’t put your Calphalon in there, neither.
I am being begged by some online buddies to meet for a wild girls’ weekend in Las Vegas sometime in '06. I would rather chew raw bacon than go to Las Vegas. Does that make me, like, un-American or something? Everyone seems to think it’s the be-all and end-all of destinations. Same with Disney [insert shuddering smiley]
Of course, the progeny see that last a bit differently. They claim they’re the only ones in the whole school who haven’t been to Disney World. Piffle.
Gotta say I’m with you Ellen. I have no big desire to go to Vegas and have never been there.
My attitude right now about the aforementioned STOOPIT report is REALLY, REALLY bad. I’m dropping F-bombs. If I’m dropping F-bombs at work, I’m really, really, really, pissed. I want to just say eff it, the G-D thing can be late and I’m not doing it. But, I can’t DAMMIT. My conscience and sense of ethics won’t let me. The people I need to talk to in order to get this thing complete are not friggin’ here again. They have a really bad habit of being gone whenever this damn thing is due.
I had salad for lunch. I checked in on the daughter and she’s doing slightly better.
I don’t like Vegas either. Sensory overload! Too expensive! I don’t gamble!
I’ve had my Cutco knives since 1975 - dang - 30 years! I love them. I’ve had 2 break, and they replaced them, no questions asked. The only bad thing is I’ve lost 3 of the table knives. So I’ll probably have to break down and but some.
In non-knife news, our new kitty was puking today. Swell… 
When I cleaned it up, I could tell she hadn’t been eating any plants, so that’s good. I kinda suspect she might have been eating dog food, but I’m not sure. If she pukes any more, she’s going to the vet - no taking chances this time. Stoopit cat.
I’ve got a chicken rotissing for dinner. We’ve gotten back to eating right after the holiday pig-out. We both were feeling ugh and not sleeping well, so we agree eating right is the smart thing to do. I’m almost over my cravings for chocolate… almost…
FCD is doing the same as he has been of late. The doc said Saturday should be the magic day. We shall see.
Just made cinnamon buns, and I’m off to work to bribe my co-workers. Ta!
I’ve never been to Vegas–I’ve never had the desire to go.
I don’t often drink and I don’t gamble, and if I want to see a Broadway show, I’d like to see all of the show. Just read in Newsweek that the producers of musicals shorten them for the Vegas audience…WTH? 
Have to go back to Lenscrafters today–#2 son’s lens keeps popping out, again.
Time for new glasses. Yippee.
I don’t want to alarm anyone, but it is 53 degrees, Fahrenheit here today. I think January has been misplaced.
I agree, it’s too warm. And ever since it rained all the snow is gone. Desired frozen precipitation outcome definitely not achieved. And that makes me a sad panda.
Regarding Las Vegas, I WILL get there someday. The Las Vegas Hilton has the Star Trek Experience, which is top on my list of Things To See Before I Die. Regarding the RPI campus, I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: Going to class is an exercise in the conservation of gravitational potential energy. [/dork] And thanks everyone for the sentiments about getting published.
And now it’s time for the Make Everyone Insanely Jealous News Of The Day. Show of hands, how many of y’all have seen Remember the Titans? Good. The real honest-to-Og Herman Boone is giving a talk at RPI tonight. And I get to interview him for the school paper. 
:: is excited ::
Are you jealous yet? You should be … just a little more … whoa, bring it down a notch. There, that’s just right. 
Hey, Spat, I gave you a good old-person lecture on page 5. You must not have seen it.
It’s not just that the snow is gone, but everything looks so drab. No snow, but plenty of brown grass, brown trees, and brown world. Yuck. At least I have my pictures from the weekend!
FCM, what is it with the goofy beasts? Mine won’t touch anything but their food, fur from their brush (eeew(?)), moist kitty snacks, and the birdseed out on the balcony. The birdseed which always makes them barf.
You can have my allotment of trips to Vegas, spats. It manages to pack more of what I find irritating into the smallest area than any other place on earth.
You smarty pantalets, Sean! There’s no way I could be involved in any software change-over that wasn’t infinitely more destructive than a double-post program. I was menaced by a rabid Windows as a child and haven’t ever really recovered.
It is 67 degrees here. So quit lookin’ at me-- I didn’t steal your january. Check those canadians’ pockets. They pick up stray bits of winter all the time.
I’ll show the invite to Wifey, but considering the current state of our finances, it is to laugh. I don’t think she’d let me take you either. :rolleyes:
We went to Vegas a couple of years ago. To look at the buildings. Really. I like that kinda stuff.
I don’t gamble. Wifey is insanely lucky when she gambles, unless I’m with her. I’m just the opposite. If I bet that I could hit the floor with my hat I’d probably miss.
Sometimes I think cats musta been invented by a mad scientist. Those things couldn’t possibly survive on their own could they?
Ah. Oh Kythereia?
Bumby, that’s too bad. We could have a grand old time!
Puggy, Mr. Anachi is color coordinating the kitchen? Can a straight man do that?
I want to go to Vegas once, just cause it’s so tacky. I need to see it. Kinda like how I went to Graceland just once. I had to so I could see all the tacky. I was not disappointed.
I just made two batches of cheese straws. That’s 12 dozen of the dang things. See, a friend is giving a baby shower for the daughter of a friend of hers on Sattiday. I made the cheese straws for her. I’m nice like that. She actually only got 10 dozen because I kept two dozen so somebody wouldn’t pout about not getting any cheese straws. Somebody is gettin’ too spoiled and big for his own britches I think.
No wonder he’s gettin’ too big for his own britches. He’s eatin’ too many danged cheese straws!