So the wife and I did our first public display of swing dancing on Friday, and it was good. Sort of.
Since we’re just finishing the beginner class, our repertoire is very limited, and fast songs aren’t really our thing because we can’t keep up AND remember all o the stuff we need to remember. This wasn’t the case with all of the people at the dance though, and I’ve gotta admit that I came away with a slight feeling of jealousy thanks to a couple of young whipper snappers.
These guys (and thier girls) were probably 18-19 years old, and man were they GOOD. They were all flipping and flying and six count turning all over the place while webywife and I were relegated to the 15 second beginner class routine. So now, of course, my ego has gotten to me, and we’ve signed up for the intermediate course.
Hah! This weekend I cleaned house, grocery shopped, AND had sex!
My kitty cat used to find all sorts of hidey places. He’d pull open the cupboard doors and hide in the cupboards. We wouldn’t find him until we heard this plaintive, muted meow. Then we’d have to track down the source. We always found him in the cupboard. Stupid cat could pull the door open to get in, but couldn’t push it to get out.
It was really storming out early this a.m. The rain was coming down so hard, it sounded like it was roaring.
spats --I only get the jetpacks if they’re on sale.
[rustic, motherly advice]
Those wimmen at this here RPI got eyes in their heads, boy? Wassamatter wid dem anyways? You takin’ showers like we talked about? Wimmen don’t like stanky men, now. Yer hair clean? How ‘bout yer undies? Iffen you bought ‘em white, they needs to stay white, hear? Don’t come tellin’ me that you can’t fine yerself a woman, son–who says it’s gotta be a student? Plenny of nice wimmen work in dinner stores and suchlike. Hell, boy-it’s only a short time–go fine some fun![/rma] welby -I a-goin’ to Jewel–not the high end, foreign and exotic food mart which doesn’t exist around here. Now, iffen you want some regular groceries, I’m your man (so to speak). Here it’s salt pork and hardtack, as well as Tang and Lil Debbies. (can someone smack this rustic shit out of my head? I feel like Sybli channeling Ellie Mae Clampet!)
Ellen -perhaps lil Cherry would be better behaved if she wasn’t traumatised by cats all day long, as evidenced by your post:
Just sayin’.
Lemme see. This weekend I spent at work (I have taken a vow to Not Complain About Work, so say no more), not grocery shopping, and not getting laid.
So much for the seasoned woman. I will say that if I had gotten a dishwasher with a stainless stell interior, that I would have forced myself upon the dispenser of such largess–be he my husband or even the installation guy.
:eek:
Now I have to deconstruct the entire Cherry household that lives in my head. Too many Cherry Ames books as a kid, I suppose. Couldn’t you call him Stone? That seems more manly*.
I know they drag the yo-you around–but since you said the cats play with X and THEY drag X around, I thought the unclear plural pronoun made it funny …I am now explaining jokes here…never mind.(of course, I highlighted the wrong bit. Oy)
Agh!
*#1 son had blonde curls, that when wet, went to his shoulder blades. I cut them when he was 2 and they never grew back (now, at 14, he had very wavey hair), but he had stick straight hair as a kid. And yes, I did cry when his curls came off.
Good Monday Morning Everybody! It’s been busy at swampwork this morning. We had management team meeting wherein I held forth on The Evil [sup]TM[/sup] AKA Policy and Procedure. We have another meeting slated for the 13th for more of The Evil[sup]TM[/sup].
I have to go up to Etlanner Thursday afternoon for a meeting that will last until mid afternoon Friday. I tried to talk ACBG into coming up on Friday so we could spend a weekend in Etlanner but he didn’t want to. Ok, we’re kinda both like that about Etlanner, but I thought that since I was already there… Oh well.
FCM Murray is a cat and therefore insane. That’s explanation enough.
Smokey does the drawer thing with my underwear drawer, so I decided to leave it open a wee bit for her. So I do laundry a little more often, what’s that compared to kitty’s happiness?
In my den is an old cabinet and the face of the bottom drawer has fallen off (it’s very old and cheap) Smokey has adopted that space as her personal cave, and will swat at me if I try to take anything out of it while she’s in there.
a box of facial tissues, but the plain ones, no fancy lotion or junk in’em
a box of mallomars (yum)
and if you’re going by a 7-11, a big cuppa with half&half
Thanks - I’ll pay ya when you get back
Well, two outa three ain’t bad, although I did vacuum the carpet. It was starting to move on it’s own.
I’ve got a sick granddaughter here at the moment, so all my Monday morning errands are on hold until her Daddy comes back from Portland to gather her up.
Wifey (grammy) turned the TV on for her, but Granddaughter turned it back off, saying she preferred to do her algebra homework. :eek:
Her mom (TheGirlChild) is a math teacher after all.
We love this kid.
Pretty much no fun for us this weekend. Number One on the To-Do list is replace toilets.
I knew one had a bad shutoff valve - try to turn it off, and it squirts water. There’s really no repair for these - just replace. So, with new valve in hand, shut off water to house, cut off old one, install new and turn water back on. Complete success - not even the tiniest drip. (We need a “buffs nails” smiley) Remove toilet and prepare room for repainting and new floor tiles. What’s this stuff that looks like coffee grounds? Used to be floor. :eek: Poke it with screwdriver, and find the floor’s gone soft thanks to an old leak. So, scrape out the old subfloor and off to the Big Orange place for new stuff. Several careful measurements and cutting of holes and notches, and the new piece drops in with a minimum of kicking and stomping.
Time to paint the walls. That goes OK, until a few hours later, when DH looks at it and says “This was supposed to be green” I stickmy head in and sure enough, the room is rather blue, as is my language. Turns out the compact fluorescent light makes the paint that has no blue pigment whatsoever look distinctly bluish. I yank the CF and put in a regular bulb to restore the appropriate greenness.
Walls will get a second coat tonight, then the tiles go in, followed by the first of our new toilets. Then, it’s lather, rinse, repeat in two more bathrooms, but hope that the flooring is OK.
I am understand the words, but the meaning escapes me…how old is this grandchild? There’s a student at RPI who would like to meet her…(I joke!)
Am back from store. <lugs bags in, dumps on kitchen table and floor>
Right.
Now:
Welby:
Diet Dr. Pepper-on sale! got a case
Carrot Cake-no, but got this nice lemon meringue pie instead.
Some of the Medditeranian cheese style yogurt. NOT the regular yogurt, the cheese style yogurt.–NONE of this–but it intrigues me no end.
Table Water Crackers-check
Seven cans of chili–chili does not enter this house.
Alka Seltzer –no need, see above.
anyrose:
a box of facial tissues, but the plain ones, no fancy lotion or junk in’em–only kind I buy. In fact, I won’t buy colored Kleenex
a box of mallomars (yum)–not on shelf. wah
and if you’re going by a 7-11, a big cuppa with half&half -nope, just Jewel
Thanks - I’ll pay ya when you get back
gotpasswords --come now, if it’s green paint, it must have some blue in it…kudos on the shutoff valve. Things like that make me turn everything off and grouse.
Are you going to
change the lights?
2.paint it again?
3.keep it and have a blue bathroom?
We painted our master bath last spring. It was supposed to be periwinkle, one of my favorite colors. In the store (the big Orange one)–it did look periwinkle–I even took in the new shower curtain from where I had gotten the color.
In the light of the bathroom (faces south)–it was purple. Not deep purple–PEEP’s purple.
but I got rid of that shower curtain and redid the whole room around this new color. I love it now (it is quite bold).
Bobbio a friend of mine got an AARP invite when he was 34 years old. His big mistake? Actually telling me about it. I gotta tell ya though, I loves me them geezer discounts. I’ll whip out that card and say gimme my discount in a heartbeat!
I have a “burgundy” truck that’s really red. I painted my exterior doors “burgundy” but they’re really purple. I likes both colors, but both times I was told the color is burgundy it was something else.
gottie I’m jealous about the new terlets. I want new ones.
I have an appointment to get my taxes done tomorrow. So does ACBG, right after me. We lives life large we does.
We’ve had a week of New Terlet (and accompanying gulp-gulp jokes) and let me tell you–we’re in awe of the capacity of this thing. It will take all you have to give, elimination-wise.
(We need a “buffs nails” smiley) Remove toilet and prepare room for repainting and new floor tiles. What’s this stuff that looks like coffee grounds? Used to be floor. :eek: Poke it with screwdriver, and find the floor’s gone soft thanks to an old leak. So, scrape out the old subfloor and off to the Big Orange place for new stuff. Several careful measurements and cutting of holes and notches, and the new piece drops in with a minimum of kicking and stomping.
I am understand the words, but the meaning escapes me…how old is this grandchild? There’s a student at RPI who would like to meet her…(I joke!)
