Sorry for the double-post, but, as a public service, for those of you who didn’t get the earlier BRIGHT YELLOW SEX reference, the linky-poo. I’m still laughing.
GT
Good Friday Morning everybody! I’m a tired bear. Actually, I am a tahrd bear. Tahrd is the kind of tired that makes you want to lay down on the floor and go to sleep. That’s how I feel. Chocolate Classic was a success. Lots of good chocolate, lots of money made on the silent auction. But it made me tahred. My Blazer is full of stuff that has to be unloaded soon. Plus we need to go back to the museum to get our tables. This may be an early day for me. Tonight (that’s tonoc to rigs) is the big 175th college birthday party thingy which I’m sure I’ll enjoy. I kinda like the fact that we’re having this local gathering. Of course the big shebang will be this Fall when the college has homecoming. Tomorrow evening we are having a little dinner party to celebrate the birthdays of two friends. It will be a small gathering, six of us in all. We’re grilling steaks. We’ll also have a salad and my famous company smashed taters (N.O.T.). ACBG is making a cheesecake for dessert. He’ll do that whilst I’m off college birthdaying. It will not be a late night. I intend to put in an appearance and go after about an hour. As much as I am looking forward to it, I am tahrd! Sunday afternoon we are going to a birthday lunch for two more friends. All my friends are gettin’ old!
Well, we are at day two without work e-mail. Seems that as out IT guy was diligently working on the problem last night, the area had another power failure. Wiped out everything he had worked on from about noon.
Happy Anniversary, Taters. May you have many happy more. And here’s a little parable for you:
A Seattle family of football supporters head out one Saturday to the mall. While in the sports store, the son picks up a Pittsburgh Steeler jersey and says to his older sister, “I’ve decided to
become a Steeler fan and I would like this to wear for the Game.”
His big sister is outraged by this and promptly whacks him round the head and says, “Go talk with mom.”
Off goes the little lad with the Pittsburgh Steeler jersey in hand and finds his mother.
“Mom?”
“Yes, son?”
“I’ve decided I’m going to be a Pittsburgh Steeler fan, and I would like to wear this jersey for the Game.”
The mother is outraged, promptly whacks him around the head and says, “Go see your father.”
Off he goes with the Pittsburgh Steeler jersey in hand and finds his father.
“Dad?”
“Yes, son?”
“I’ve decided I’m going to be a Pittsburgh Steeler fan, and I would like to wear this jersey for the Game”.
The father is so outraged he, too, whacks his son around the head and says, “No son of mine is ever going to be seen in THAT!”
About half hour later they’re all back in the car heading towards home. The father turns to the son and says, “Son, I hope you’ve learned something today?”
The son says, “Yes, Dad, I have. I’ve only been a Pittsburgh Steeler fan for an hour and I
already hate you Seattle bastards.”
Mornin’, all. TGIF!
Pretty funny, Sean!
I understand tahrd, Swampy. Not today, but I’ve been there. Glad you had a good time!
I finally fixed those tuna steaks last night, and it wasn’t all that great. Next time I’ll grill it outside. Smoked up the house something awful! But the sides were delish. The dog and I had the leftovers for breakfast. 
No plans for the weekend yet. S’posed to rain tonight and all day tomorrow. We need it though! Sounds like a “curl up and watch movies” day to me…
That was a good one, sean! 
I have a TMI story about my poor old lady cat, Dottie, and sumpin that would NOT pop outta a cat. It’s pretty gross so iffen you might get oogied out, don’t read the next paragraph which I will color yellow.
Last night when I got home the poor old lady cat (POLC) was lyin in a chair in the garage looking extremely unhappy. She is prone to constipation these days and I’ve been dosing her for the last couple of days. You can usually tell when she’s suffering cause her poor little anus (PLA) gets swollen from all the straining. So, anyhoo, I lifted her tail and there was an enormous turd stuck, and I mean STUCK, there. :eek: 
I knew the Princess and I would have to perform first aide or it would be off to the vets next morning. When the Princess got home we filled the utility sink with warm water and wrapped the business end of POLC in a towel so she wouldn’t permanently scar either of us. I then proceeded to dislodge the mighty turd by squeezing on both sides of her PLA. She was not a happy kitty but we did manage the extraction in three humongous pieces. 
I now return you to your regularly scheduled MMP.
So, who’s up for Monday?
well, I’ve had *my * TMI for the day…<sigh>
Well, that was gross! 
I think you win the TMI award for the week, unless Rue shows up with a pus story…
I forgot sumpin’! I got my Authentic Ceramic Piece from Fairy Chat Mom last night! Along with my Certificate of Authenticity! And it goes very well with my burgundy and black decor. Thank you so much! I might pot a plant in it. Maybe. We’ll see!
May I have the envelope please?
And the winner of this week’s most TMI post goes to…
:: drumroll ::
PUGGY!!!
Best supporting TMI of the week goes to her cat Dottie.
Oh-where is the puking smiley?
If that happens to my cat–I will run to the vet, screaming fix this!
I’m off duty at home, you see.
I couldn’t get on here last noc–the internet worked ok, but guess what? I am not liking the new computer desk (we bought it to replace my ooooold kitchen table from my first apt. that we had been using for the second 'puter). I REALLY hate the lil ledge that the keyboard goes on. We will be changing that, soon. So, I found it so irritating to try to type on it, that I gave up.
I am also somewhat in panic mode here. I probably shouldn’t be sharing this here (y’all will think I am certifiable), but I am so dreading work tomorrow. Not only that, my mentor and CTITW (Coolest Friend In The World) is coming over to help me with my grad school app. This is really making me anxious–I’m not sure why.
So, I am over here, just kind of being nauseated and jittery. Sorry.
On the plus side–I am invited to a Robbie Burns dinner (here in America, we do these things when they are convenient, not when they are actually designated). Last year I took some bawdy poetry to read aloud–and chickened out. This year, not up to even that. I’ll have a quiet RB dinner, I s’pose.
And no haggis–too dry.
I don’t have a cat, but if William the Scottie ever had a similar issue, I’d pay the vet bill. I love him, but not THAT much.
Tonight I get to go swing dancing in public for the very first time! That’s right, me and the missus are gonna tear up the rug. With the way I dance, I’ll probably tear up a table, some chairs, and a few innocent dancers too.
That has happened to our animals before as well, but we didn’t think of taking that approach. We just grabbed the turd and pulled. Nice ingenuity on your part.
I thinks it just a shame that puggy and donkeybear are not veterinarians.
I don’t get home till after six and the regular vet’s office is closed. The ER vet charges $600 just for walking in the door. I “could” have waited till the next morning but the POLC was suffering so I just HAD to take a stab at it. (No pun intended.)
Oh, and donkeybear, there wasn’t enough turd extant to grab.
Okay, now I’m oogieing myself out. Where is rue with that pus story?
you are male?
I am so confused…is it welby as in Marcus or that cartoony, anime guy? (or is that Kirby?)
Even our screen names would make ya think that, no?
Wow. And I got freaked out years ago when the vet said we might have to amputate most of our male cat’s penis, due to repeated bouts of F.U.S. :eek: That’s a rough tale ( tail? ) but I admire your home solution and love for your kitty. Here. have some chocolate.
Being a nice guy, I got into the gargantuan tan colored Suburban that is now my home on wheels and drove an hour each way to get tests given by the wife’s substitutes this week. Grades are due today, she’s been gone since surgery on Monday. I get points for the long haul retrieval, yes?
Eyeing the concrete job from yesterday in the bathroom. It’s not as light colored as identical material used a few days ago. I’m feeling like I am going to leave it alone over the weekend and hope it dries out thoroughly before proceeding. I can get bits of sheetrock up to patch over sections torn away during The Great Tub Upheaval Of 2006. ( courtesy of the plumber, who sported the largest chaw of terbackey I’d seen up close in many a year. He was articulate and didn’t spit. Much. But my god, he just rode that thing around inside of his lower lip like some bizarre rollercoaster ride of brown oogey saliva. Now there’s an image !! ).
Also working on an invention. A devilishly clever invention. A beautifully simplistically elegant invention. It allows one to write down words and numbers, by making use of a thin wooden cylinder that was cut in half, and has a rod of graphite glued into it, then the two halves of wood are glued back together. Using a razor blade, one can shave the end of it ( which I tentatively am calling “The Point” ) into a sharp end and write cleanly with it.
I forsee great success with this invention, and am very excited about it. Trying to come up with a name for it, but I’m hitting a bit of a wall here, creativity-wise. The top runners right now are:
- Polyglyph.
- Acorn.
- Mitochlorydian.
- Pencil.
- Buick.
As I said, a work in progress- but one showing great promise. Not a word to anyone, you hear? I wouldn’t want to have to ask you to sign a N.D.A.
Lemme check.
Yup.
Welby as in Marcus, it was my childhood nickname.
Just peeking into the Clubhouse to see what secret rituals go on in here…
A birthday party! A very big Happy Birthday to FairyChatMom from another member born in the 1950’s.
This made both me and the wife chuckle. We went to look at a business for sale a few weeks ago. The agent was Asian, and had an extremely thick accent. In order to get around his accent, he shouted a lot. He was also sort of aggressive about us signing the “NONDICKROVER!”
In fact, when I called to make the appointment, that’s pretty much all he said.
Me: hi, I’m Welby with Realty Company, and I’d like to take a look at your listing.
Him: YOU HAVE NONDICKROVER?
Me: Huh?
Him: NONDICKROVER! NONDICKROVER!
Me: Um. Sure. How’s 2:00?
ok I give - did you ever find out what that was?