And you know this how, rosie? 
As projected, eyeballs are currently bleeding copiously. (Okay, so I’m exaggerating. They just feel that way.) I think PowerPoint is secretly irradiating millions of people and we will all soon be carrying white canes.
::looking wide eyed and innocent::
why, simply because my friend from college and her wife settled there. And they have many lesbian friends.
Thank you, thank you, I’ll be here all week. Don’t forget to tip your waitress. 
Dontcha hate it when your job gets in the way of your work?
I hafta do a 12 tomorrow–and I have so much to do with the info we went over at my mtg today! And there is all this other shit to do on Friday.
I liked being busy this week, but this is too busy. Thank god I went to the grocery store at 9 pm last noc (and who does that? not me–I go Mondays at 9 am and have the store to meself!)–I have no time for food acquisition the rest of the week.
Someone come tell my 8 year old that he really doesn’t want to put together that Lego Viking ship tonoc.
I want to go to sleep, NOW, I am so tired.
Can Thursday just be over with, please?
And I like that frosted sugar butter mentioned above. Cinnamon AND chocolate?
Dayum.
Texas toast to me=expensive marketing for garlic bread.
Puggy -Power Point is a mindmeld for aliens. Be cautious.
It’s texas toast if it’s served with bbq. It’s garlic bread if it’s served with sketti or lasagna. That clear things up for ya?
rigs. all this other shit? ahem. 
Kidding, I know the crunch.
So yeah, I want Thursday over with too. See? All this committee and bus lease business that’s been cramming my days and that I thought was all off the decks lately?
Well, it’s all on the agenda for the 5/22 Board meeting, which I knew, and of course, I usually have to send a summary or write the action report for the board, so I expected that.
But I’m talking to the boss today, and he says “Hey, let’s get that nailed down tomorrow, because next week is tight, and we have to have the completed stuff over to the superintendent by Wednesday at noon”
sigh
Ok, fine. So, I’ll just get to it NOW so we can do the work on it tomorrow, since he has to do the PowerPoint, because the rule is “He who has to make the presentation, makes the PowerPoint”. Oh, what’s that you say? You’ll be at the HS Senior Night watching your son get acclaimed as a scholar the night of the board meeting? And won’t be at the board meeting?
sigh
It’s me, working from the couch again tonight.
Rah.
Yay Rigs!!!
Yay Rebo!!!
To all of you who responded *EWwwwww!!! * to the idea of ‘older’ people having sex; PFFFFBBBTTTTTT!!!
I guess I shoulda warned ya, alla them Seattleites are lushes. I suspect it has something to do with all the rain.
I liked your interview Welby, when I finally figured out it was one of the links over on the right. I ain’t the brightest bulb on the string sometimes. The kinetic sculpture race interview was fun too. I lived just outside of Ferndale, CA in the early 70s right after the first kinetic sculpture races were started. Linky.
I think I’d like Baltimore.
Well, it’s obvious then, she wants you as a fourth for Bridge.
Puggy, I finally found Daisy Cooks on OPB, quite by accident. She was on at 1:30 pm Mon. here. Now if she’s on next Mon. at 1:30, it may suggest a pattern!
Lissla, We have a ‘memory foam’ mattress that cost a bunch that I don’t really like much at all. After we’ve been in bed for a little while, a kinda trough forms in the middle of the bed that’s tough to get out of. 'Course we’uns is some biggern you’ens. But try to get a money back guarantee if you can.
And next time I’m in Detroit I’ll have to see about driving over to Toronto.
(Chocolate cinnamon buns, :drool:)
I tink I’m all caught up now.
Old people have sex?
:d&r:
I knew I forgot something:
Lissla, if you try that Cuban rice recipe, you can substitute a tablespoon or 2 of seasoned salt for the old bay seasoning. I may have found the original recipe, though it’s not quite how I remember it.
Yeah. And we know what we’re doing too! 
Summer between freshman and sophomore years, I was in a local summer theatre production of an ensemble musical review. So was The Asshat (except back then, I didn’t view him as such - back then he was [del]fresh meat[/del] cute and single and available). I flirted, he was shy. I flirted some more, he was less shy. I continued to flirt, he gave in. It was rocky at best, but thru the haze of me forever wanting more than he was able or willing to give (and not willing to see that) we became best friends, sharing gossip and grief, and taking turns treating whenever we went to the movies or the pub. There are many little stories within this big one, but this thread is (ostensibly) about big love, so I’ll stick to the main theme.
In retrospect, to TA’s credit, he never let things get too far, so I was spared the trauma of “my first” rejecting me; But I walked around convinced that we would be together forever and that he’d eventually see that I was the only one for him, and we’d at last consummate. It was also during this time that HSLoML and I finally ended our on-again-off-again “affair”, and TA helped me through that. In an effort to make the relationship easier on both of us, I tried to focus my lust on others; there was Connecticut Guy (who shared a birthday with HSLoML) and Jersey Boy, who did end up being my first, but that’s another tale; and Pennsylvania Pal (who bore a striking resemblance to CG) and TA was there through all of it.
It eventually, around the time I turned 30, became obvious to me that this relationship was very lopsided, and to retain (or regain) my sanity, I needed to extricate myself from it. That was painful, but I told him there would probably come a day when I could approach him platonically, but that was a long way off, so buh-bye.
Fast forward thru the next 3 years (CG came and went, JB flared up and died out, and PP was too far away to be of any significance) and I felt I had gotten to a point in my life where I could be happy without TA. Then, one day, out of the blue, he walks into my office (I damn near had a heart attack). He was in the complex for an interview and decided to risk looking me up. Talk about opening up the flood gates. Within a year, the relationship was just as lopsided as it had ever been. With one minor difference; Having been in therapy for a few years at this point, I no longer held in my anger for fear of offending and alienating the target of my ire. So when TA responded to something I did that he didn’t like by writing me a letter (a letter? a letter?) I told him what I thought of that cop out. After he got over the shock of me actually raising my voice to him, he decided to ice me out. Going so far as to resort to childish name calling in front of mutual friends. Every day since I thank him for doing that, and for revealing what an asshat he truly was.
Glad the mini-Dopefest went well. Of course, we knew it would. And yes, pics are, of course, in order. Sorry the training is boring, Taters. (The things one must endure for a Dopefest…!! )
I’m planning to go to Rue’s SW Ohio fun thingy and will chastise him appropriately on behalf of the entire MMP. Hmmm…I guess I could boycott…but I’m pretty sure it will be a fun time.
Good luck with the show, Dot.
Those are beautiful pearls, Ellen. I think most people just don’t notice much. I know I get distracted with work and lots of times don’t pay attention to the people stuff as much as I should.
I was not squicked out by the idea of old people having sex (I am nearly old myself); I was squicked out by the idea of unwanted icky e-mails…
Lovely, busy, plant-buying day. Came home and collapsed for about an hour. Had one of those naps that was either too short or too long; still groggy. Maybe partly because it’s raining out - finally. (Although I’d have preferred it to hold off until I was done planting.) Excellent time to post, no?
Well…I think it’s going to be early to bed for me…I’m sure I was going to say more, but it’s not happening tonight.
GT…toddling off
You betcha we do toots, and we wake up the kids with the noise. :eek: :eek:
We are home, and Lazy Husband and Mr. Lissar are assembling our new bed. I am staying out of the way. We got the whole shebang at Ikea, but the mattress has a 25 year limited warranty thing and I think in about four or five years we’ll want to shell out for a really good mattress. The one we got was thoroughly comfort-tested (Mr. Lissar does a mean bellyflop) and we have both a nice mattress pad and egg crate foam under it.
Total cost (including a laundry basket, an ironing board, a new set of sheets, and not including the perfectly beautiful dark red embroidered duvet cover that I wanted that cost $300 but Mr. Lissar said that was too expensive and would make everything in our bedroom dark red because the walls would match) was about $750. Not bad.
the show was great! The whole cast was just… electric. The techies got all their cues perfect, the cast party was too much fun, I got a standing ovation (well, I think it was for the whole cast, but the audience stood when I bowed.)
As for pictures… I’m so bad at taking pictures. I’ll see if I can nick one of my sisters’ digital cameras for tomorrow. If not, I’ll see what the other kids and the stage parents come up with.
Tomorrow I have a doctor’s appointment, so I get to go into school late. Which is fine with me. I’m a little nervous about the appointment… I’ve had appointments where they decide not to let me leave. but my mom says she won’t let them keep me anywhere til after the show is over.
And now I can’t sleep.
Lissla: I’ve seen wrist piercings, ankle piercings, neck piercings, piercings right in between the collarbones… I think it’s because facial piercings are too mainstream now. A lip piercing or eyebrow piercing will gross some of the geezers out, a nose piercing or belly button piercing will mostly go as unnoticed as ear piercings, and all the sluts on the pom squad have their tongues pierced, so people want to be more extreme.
As for old folks having sex… some do. but not my parents. They’re abstinate.
Ellen, the pearls are lovely. the thing about black pearls, I think, is that they look like hematite more than pearls (to me, anyway) so they’re not immediately recognizable as something exotic and really neat.
Yay, Dot --I’m glad it went well. And I’m glad you’re going to the doctor.
MBG --you are the highlight of my Friday! And a priority.
Off to work now–still sound like Kathleen Turner (an improvement, in that I used to sound like Mickey Mouse or Donald Duck when I even had voice). How come she gets big bucks for laryngitis and I got bupkus? Tis a cruel world.
Stop all this blood sex talk. I alternate between excitement and grossed outness (is so a word). Sex is good, but not stranger sex, unsolicited via email. blech.
Look, only 13 hours and I’ll be home again. Gee, that should just fly right by…
Dang did it ever storm last night! Big Lightning! Lot’s o’ rain. Yay for that. It was nice to have some burliness to snuggle up to. Ok, well, that’s always nice, but particularly last night. Snuggling and storms just seem to go so well together.
Today I have to go buy a white orchid corsage for my mother. See, my younger brother, who died four years ago, always got her a white orchid corsage for Mother’s Day along with some kind of commemorative Mother’s Day plate thing from, I think, Avon. Anyways, ever since he died, I’ve taken on the corsage and my sister has taken on the plate. That’s in addition to what we get mom for Mother’s Day. I’ma give her a $50.00 gift card from a local department store (of which there is a branch near her) so she can use it to go shopping for some spiffy stuff to take on the cruise she’s going on in November. Mom has turned into a cruise queen, I think. She says she wants to do one a year to somewhere. Of course, she’s having a difficult time figuring out how to fit that in what with her garden club, trips all over with her senior citizen’s group, church activities, shopping excursions with her lady friends, and on and on and on… Heh! I called and asked if I should plan to stay over this weekend or should I just FedEx stuff to her. She got a kick out of that. Part of my weirdness is inherited from her.
My parents don’t have sex, either. They’re both dead… :eek:
I’m pretty sure mine don’t either. They’ve been divorced for 35 years, and still argue when they see each other (like at my sister’s wedding last month.)
I kinda hope my parents still have sex, because I like them and think they deserve a little fun. But that doesn’t mean I want to think about it.