I am here to report the Bailey’s Irish Cream has been dumped down the drain. I’ve been queasy all day thinking of the vileness I must have consumed yesterday. Blech.
Hello Wallflower! Considering the topic of your first MMP post, I have to vote your username Most Ironic Ever!
MY TMI for the day is much more mundane. We bought a gravity assist low-flow toilet and OH MY STARS does this thing work! No more plunging for us! And the funniest thing is, this potty goes not flush, it … I swear to God … gulps.
I was wrong. It is not “low flow” it is "high flow, " I believe. Dear husband has been studying the issue for a month. I have been somewhat paying attention. This seems to be it, an American Standard.
Draelin -bad Photobucket! Maybe try again tomorrow.
susan --it’s good to see you again! I’d like some choc chip cookies but I am trying to lose weight. <sigh> Iwant to lose 10 pounds for my trip to UK in March.
Oh-#2 son is ok, and if sleeps well, will attend school tomorrow, until his eye appt.
rigs, were we aware of the planned UK trip in March? Details, we need details!
Oooooh oooohhh, I think I must be the other lucky pottery winner! Yay! I wonder which one I got!
So have any of the fashion mavens here been to this store? I got a gift card from there for Christmas. It’s very not me. I went in there yesterday and tried to look for something that I would buy. It was hard. I think I’m going to wind up getting jeans, which I already have enough of, but that was really all I saw that I might actually wear. Not sure what they were thinking when they bought it for me.
Ashes, dear, ducks are just greasy. It’s definitely not you. I’ve had duck twice - fortunately I wssn’t involved in the actual preparation - but in both cases, it was messy. Oh, and cool car. I’ll take one as well.
Yes GT, I’ve been to the black ‘n’ white store. It is also very not me, at least not the black ‘n’ white together part. It’s a very jarring combo plus I always get the same feeling as when I wear a red outfit while shopping at Target. You can have a miata but only if you promise not to buy my same color. Which is absolutely going to be silver. If the grey looks too eighties that is. So then I’m back to the silver. Probably.
Vanilla oboists FCM? I would never have suspected it of you! You do ceramics and you’re a Mom after all. Tansy, my kitty, was just doing a bit of spit ‘n’ polish which looks a good deal like she’s playing the cello. Or if it were yoga it would be the Heavenward Haunches of Descending Miaou position.
Ellen, thank goodness you explained about the gulping potties. If nobody explains, it’s quite easy to take the gulping err, personally. And you reminded me that tomorrow is going to be cherry jam tart-making day. Your name, not the potty.
I want a really good high flow toilet. A friend has one in his house and I am so jealous. I just love the way it whooshes when flushed. I want one for each bathroom. It’s on the list of things I want to do to my house which is ever growing. I’m really wanting to do some updates cause the house is almost ten years old and aside from some painting about five years ago and putting in hardwood floors in the study and the hallway almost six years ago and new carpet in the master bedroom three years ago, I have done nothing to the interior of the house. I just don’t know what I want to do first. I think the floors in the dining room, living room, laundry room and kitchen is the thing I want most to redo. I’m thinking hardwood in the dining and living rooms, cork tile in the kitchen and ceramic tile in the laundry room. I think big!
In other news:
Tonight I am going to a meeting of the county planning (planing?) commission. There’s a house across the road that has a rezoning notice stating that they are requesting rezoning for a group home. It looks like these folks have some plans to put trailers (modular homes) on their property. I have no problem with a group home being located in my neighborhood but I do have a large problem with somebody setting up what would be a trailer park.
Thursday night is a fund raiser for work. It’s called Chocolate Classic. Chocolate desserts, champagne, milk, coffee and a silent auction. Should be fun.
Friday night is a local reunion for the college I graduated from, which is celebrating it’s 175th year this year. I think I already said that. The President of the college will be there even.
Meant to say earlier, this cracked me up. I rarely laugh out loud in front of the computer(although I am highly amused by much that I see here)–but I about busted a gut with this one.
Remember: “the goose flies at night.”
Swampy --you graduated 175 years ago and you’re STILL younger than FCM? I think I need to find some Garanimals that fit me…
Well, today is National Take Your Male Child To The Doctor Day. I am celebrating by taking #1 son to the orthodontist in the AM and #2 son to the eye doctor in the PM. Oh, and #1 daughter might have to go to pediatrician also, if I can squeeze her in.
All that is required of me is the patience of a saint, cast iron buttocks and a good book.
Is there nothing in the B &W store that is color? I like white and I like black, but not so much together all the time. (Clothes, people, I mean clothes!)
Wouldn’t you feel like you were at Ascot ala My Fair Lady? Hell, the gents got to wear gray there…
Well, if you’re a goofball like my husband and I, you would take great interest in the gulping part. We really think we’re getting our money’s worth with this toilet, given all the opportunities it offers for disgusting, off-color jokes. Exaggerated gulping and swallowing isn’t even the half of it. It all began during his Research Phase, when he discovered there are in fact studies (with duplicatable instructions) into the, ah, science of toilet-gulping capacity. Early comments included, “And you thought I didn’t know shit,” “I know my shit,” And so on.
I await the results with bated, though necessarily cherry-less, breath.
swampy, you do dream big when it comes to your house! Ours is just three years old, and we’ve only been in it one, and we haven’t gotten any further than, “We want to paint.” Our house vascilates between colors we mildly dislike to walls painted plain Builder White that cry out to be decorated. The only room I really love is the dining room, which is painted a bold red. (That’s CherryGirl and I.)
Photobucket has chosen to like me today. So, Pictures of the Bell Tower!!! It occurred to me that I forgot to take any pictures at all of the loft, which is my roommate’s territory, but I’ll get around to it … eventually.
[shifty eyes]The politician is slippery.[/shifty eyes]
Sooo today, I have to call ETS and get them to send my Physics GRE scores to the remainder of the grad schools to which I’m applying, and also get as much done on the application to Amsterdam as I can. I had thought the deadline for that was March 15, but apparently it’s February 1! :eek: So I have to motor it and get that out there. I may even have to fork over the moola for express airmail. We’ll see when I get it done.
Drae, cool digs! When I get a place of my own somewhere, I only hope it’s half as cool as yours is. Can we get some pics of the outside? I’m curious to get a mental picture of why you call it a bell tower.
Ellen, I think that’s quite enough potty humor. Actually though, your shit-related comments remind me of a joke. Stop me if you’ve heard this one (as though you actually could stop me - muhahahaha ). Once upon a time there was a small Viking village in, appropriately, Norway. And one of the most respected elders of this village was a Viking called Rudolph the Red. He was the local weather maven; he had been watching the weather patterns since he was a wee warrior, and he had gotten fairly good at predicting them, describing them, etc. Now one day, there was some precipitation in this village, and Rudolph’s wife, upon looking out the door of their cottage, said, “Oh look, it’s drizzling.” Rudolph looked outside himself, and said, “No, that’s rain.” Said the wife, “It really looks more like a light drizzle to me.” Rudolph huffed himself up to his full height, and shouted, “Rudolph the Red knows rain, dear!”
Ask, and ye shall receive. And I call it a bell tower because until about twenty years ago, the whole place was a church. The tall, pointy part with all the windows is my bedroom.
Ellen–we haven’t had a good go at scraping the sticker off yet, but Goo Gone was my fallback … eventually. I’ve decided I need bookshelves before I care much about anything else. The library is haunting me.
When I first finished painting, I said to my roommate “It’s like sleeping inside a pool table!!” I’m hoping to finish up my room this weekend, then make a decision about what color to paint the kitchen–something that will set off all the chrome nicely.
Yellow. Paint the kitchen yellow. I don’t know why. It’s the vision that came to me is all. Nice place Drae! Being a homeowner makin’ you feel all grown up like?
EC I do dream big. I still think about enclosing my garage and expanding the kitchen, the laundry room and the dining room. See, I have a covered parking area, so I could do it. I’d like it where I actually entered into the laundry room, then into the kitchen. I’d like an entrance from the kitchen into the dining room. Right now one has to go into the living room, then into the dining room. Of course I’d have to build up the garage floor because there’s a step down from the kitchen to the garage. In five more years the place is mine so I don’t want to go build something else but I keep on having all these ideas.
Jeepers, stay home from work for a day and the MMP shoots across three pages.
Happy B-Day FCM, even if it’s late. Hopefull you had lots of things that would normally be bad for you. On a birthday, of course, calories don’t count.
I stayed home from work yesterday because officially my back hurt, but truthfull,y it was ennui. I just don’t want to work any more. Anyone got a line on some winning lotto numbers?
Actually though, your shit-related comments remind me of a joke. Stop me if you’ve heard this one (as though you actually could stop me - muhahahaha 
