My Busy Day

Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share
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I don’t eat much, and I’m potty-trained.

I’m glad I could make somebody smile in this thread, especially when it’s FairyChatMom, who I love to bits, and some new entrants to the playpen because it might make them come back. I don’t find myself terribly amusing, but it’s nice to know that I’m in a generous crowd.

I don’t have anything big and manly to report. My Dad is handling the annual lawnmower prep for me, because he’s retired and needs stuff to do, so I let him mess with the mower and string trimmer and snowblower (no “prep” on that one, it’s “putting it away for the season”) because otherwise he’d start thinking about his chainsaw and my trees again. Maybe I should buy some lumber and get him started on a shed. I’m sure a new nailgun would be a sufficient bribe.

Notice to anyone who cares: Just when I pay my subscription fee, I find that my participation on the boards is going to be limited for a while. My internet connection at home is currently hosed* for some reason.

*Ex - (honorary Canadian)

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Wow, Ex, I’d love to borrow your dad! I’d bribe him with power tools and he could build me some stuff :slight_smile:

Kallessa I bought new bras a couple weeks ago. I wish I had done so sooner! It is very comfy to have well fitting bras. I finally gave up on ever fitting into my old ones - two kids kinda changes the landscape a bit. sigh

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Remember that time we rode the sponge down the street and there was a chicken and a duck arguing over whether it was “fudge-cicle” or “fudj-icle” and it got really heated and they pulled knives and started circling each other until a cow came up and smashed them flat with a sewer lid?
Remember that time we found a set of bagpipes in the creek and didn’t know what it was so we poked it with a stick until the golf pro yelled at us?
Remember that time in school when that guy came in for career day and he had a wooden leg and an eye patch and that really tall hair and he told us there was good money in crawdad ranching and then we had those big bowls of meatballs for lunch?
Remember when we had that garden at the top of the hill and the peas grew so big you couldn’t get your arms around one of the pods and a wind came and blew one of the pea pods down and a pea fell out and rolled down the hill really fast and smashed all over that one kid that was ringing the doorbells and running away?
Remember that time we went to the park and there was that girl there with her dog and she drank all those bottles of ginger ale and then started dancing around and around while her dog sat under the willow tree and farted?
-Rue. (trying to help)

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Somehow I’m reminded of the bit in Thief Of Time when Death encounters the oddity of someone keeping his memories in someone else’s head.

Carry on.

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All you have to do is come pick him up, tanookie. The only thing you have to remember is that he needs his lunch at 12 noon. Precisely noon. Not 11:59, and not 12:01. Noon.

Everybody go read Rue’s last post again. That’s trump.

I’m not even going to try anymore.

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Dude, you’re working too hard! Memories can be simple: “Remember when we went to that place and did that thing?” Instant memory!

Susan

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What happens if we miss it? Does he transform into a Gremlin or something? :eek:

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Kallessa I could think about you buying bras. I could think about stuff like is Kallessa remembering that colored bras really don’t look all that good under sheer blouses. Or, is she looking at bras that hook in the front or in the back? Does she want underwires? Is she looking at the strapless kind? See, I could think about kinds of bra related things. Course they’re not what boys who like girls think about when it comes to bras but it’s still thinking about you buying bras.

-swampbear (why did I feel the need to post this, I wonder)

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Nah. You’ll just have a work stoppage on your hands. He might not come back the next day, either. I remember when I was a kid and we’d be out working on something, and Dad would just suddenly stop, put his tools down, and start walking back to the house. That was the cue for the fire station to sound the noon siren.

There’s very little downside with this guy. He has absolutely no aversion to hard work, he can pretty much do anything he sets his mind to and do it very well, and he’ll start an hour before you do and knock off an hour after you quit. Not mention the fact that he’s 65 years old and still has biceps the size of my head. You just don’t want to make him miss lunch. You really, really don’t.

My Dad is way cool.

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Well, since we’ve come full circle to girly things again (sorry Ex) , underwire is the ONLY way to go. There is nothing worse than one of the “girls” trying slip out under the bottom of one the non-underwire bras. Then you like all, like,
lop-sided and lumpy, and well, just not right. Of course, when the “girls” are kinda um…well…big, you just NEED that wire, along with some good quality straps to hold 'em up. I speak from experience.

Just for Ex: Back to manly type stuff for a minute. Since the hubby never got around to fixing our mower, I’m going to do it. Should be fairly simple; new blade, new spark plug. Bam, 15 minutes or less and I’m DONE. Then we can cut the dang grass!

Besides having had a busy weekend (well except for Sunday when I LOUNGED), I’ve had an incredibly busy week at work. We are all splitting up between to separate commands, and although I still actually do the work for both commands, I belong to only one. So, we are all having to pack up our desks and the crap that accumulates, along with our files and our regulations and references, so we can move to other offices within the building. I am almost done packing, but, sniff, I will miss my workstation. I had/have a NICE one with lotsa, lotsa space and I could look right out my window. I have to admit, though, I will not miss my so-called Team Leader who I will no longer work for. One of our nicer pet names for him is 404 (Error-Page not Found).

Also, I came home last night and my husband made plans for me. He told my neighbors I would be HAPPY to come to their house to listen to a salesman pitch a new vacuum cleaner. Yeah, right!!! I’d been home 15 dang minutes when they knocked on the door looking for me. Being a neighborly sort of person, I moseyed on over there and listened for 2 and three quarters hours. Well did I buy one of those vaccuums, you ask? HELL NO!!! I’m having hard time justifying (to myself)spending 500 dollars on a Dyson Animal. Ain’t no way I’m gonna spend $2,000 for some Rainbow Six thing. The modern day Kirby, if you know what I mean.
Well, the neighbor got a new set of pots out of the deal, and whatever else she earned, so I did a good thing by at least showing up, right?

Tonight, I’m going to another neighbor’s house because she is having a Purse Party. I’ll probably buy one, unless the purses displayed are incredibly ugly and cheap looking, or…on the other end of the spectrum…ridiculously expensive.

Well, I must pack more boxes…sounds fun…doesn’t it?

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Reminds me of how my dad used to be up until a few years ago. He wasn’t quite so muscular and he would skip lunch because he was so focused on his task - but otherwise his work ethic and ability was exactly the same. Unfortunately the alzheimers has taken all of this away. sigh

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Arrrgghhh!! That’s TWO separate commands. That’s what I get for rushing. 404 was trying to talk to me (I usually ignore his babble) and I had to quick-like shut the screen down!

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Sounds like you got confused and were thinking of that other thing Suze.

Front-loading brassiers are nice. Easy access.

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A little tooooo easy access, Rue. I’ve had the darn front loading brassieres come undone on me. Not fun, at least not for me.

I much prefer traditional hoo-ha holders. Wacoal makes theirs in the absolute perfect fit for my particular size, no squishing or odd pointy shapes. They’re quite expensive, so I watch for sales and stock up.

Work is especially dull today since we’re testing and I’m a roving teacher. Sure that sounds cool until you realize that just means I walk around and take over a class so the actual teacher can have a potty break.

My Dad was the hardworking type, too. He didn’t always stop for lunch. Sometimes we’d have to go out and remind him to come in and eat. The best was being chosen to take him something to drink. He especially liked iced coffee, yum.

Well, I’ve done as much hiding out as I dare. Back to watching kids take tests.

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Silly Rue! All brassieres are loaded in the front. That’s where the chestal protrusions are. Sheesh…

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Ahem.
I still don’t have any cookies.
That is all.

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I’m trying, but these chocolate chip cookies won’t fit in the cd thingy. Maybe a wafer of some sort. Would a nice strawberry wafer be acceptable?

Also, I know the whole barfy cat thing is a bit five minutes ago, but you won’t believe what happened last night! My emergency back up cat was scratching at something on the carpet, like she does when there’s a barf incident. She does this whether she was the instigator of the incident or not. Very guilty that cat, I’d like to know who she was in a previous life.

Possible TMI warning Anyway, I go over to take stock of the situation and determine what cleaning supplies I’d need. Eeeewwww! It’s a mouse butt! Stuck to the wall about a handspan from the floor! Eeeewww! Waitaminute, it’s not a mouse’s butt, it’s a hairball with a ‘tail’! Phew! But still, hairball stuck to the wall, eeewww!

Projectile hairballs. I don’t even want to think about what might happen next.

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Well, a chocolate wafer would be my first choice, but strawberry is ok. I guess…

:slight_smile:

I’ve cleaned up a lot of hair balls but I don’t think I’ve ever seen one stuck to the wall. Interesting.

No kitty urps at my place for a while now. But my black long-hair did have a little something extra stuck to her butt fur last night. Blech.

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Oh, you struck a chord there. After kids I refer to my size as “36 longs” :smiley:

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No kids here, but time and gravity are taking their toll. Taters, I’ve never found an underwire that didn’t poke or pinch or something, nor have my girls ever tried to escape out the bottom. However, if the New York experts show me an underwire that’s comfortable, I’ll buy it. Like tanookie said, it’s all about comfort, and not being so pointy as to run the risk of putting someone eye out. As for a front hook, well, at the moment I only have myself to unhook it, and I don’t find unhooking bras all that exciting.

swampy, darlin’ you can think anything you want about me, with or without a bra. I’m thrilled to be in your thoughts. Though I’d rather be in your pool.

Ex, you are forgiven. I’ve changed my mind and want an outside wedding. Should the bridesmaid all be in the same color, or complementary colors? Remember, you’ll be in a dove gray morning suit, make sure your groomsmen will be able to carry this. I thought lamb for the dinner–beef is so old hat and chicken is just not acceptable. Of course, pork loin is good. There aren’t any vegetarians in your family are there? Do you object to being married by a Pagan priest, or do we need to find a Unitarian? I’m not going to plan this all by myself you know. It’s your wedding, too. And before you say anything, we are not doing our first toast with beer. And no cake smooshing. And we are not leaving the reception on motorcycles. Do you want to go look at flower arrangements with me?

My Dad was not the hard working type, (he was the hard drinking type), but I have a brother-in-law who is. Actually, all my brother-in-laws are hard working. Maybe they just want to avoid my sisters?

Still no cat puke, no mouse butts, no wet spots on the quilt, and nothing stuck to anybody’s butt. Also, no cookies. But that’s a good idea.
Rue, Gosh, I don’t remember the bagpipes, but the farting dog was a hoot! And then there was the time that my Aunt Erma thought your sister was a goat and tried to enter her in the State Fair. If I remember correctly, it was right after that incident that your sister finally cut her hair. And Aunt Erma won first prize at the “Vegetables That Look Like Presidents” exhibit.