Back from Target, new toaster in hand.
Raining (spitting sleet, really) here. Grumpy and out of sorts today.
Anybody have any suggestions to improve my mental outlook?
Make toast?
:ducks and runs:
Two Definitions of “Boat”:
First definiton: A hole in the water you pour money into.
Second definition: B. O. A. T. Bring AnOther Thousand
Disassemble old broken down toaster over.
The SMASH it up.
Smashing is good.
(I rarely post in here though I do read it… just want to share that I got inked again this weekend! Yeah! BUT never ever get a tattoo on your foot. Hurts like all get out)
thanks for the laugh.
I do like Misstake’s idea–smashing something could do me alot of good…
Off to fold laundry and then take #1 child to doctor.
O! For a life of glamour…Calgon, take me away!
(please?)
Poot - my witty, clever post disappeared before the preview window came up. Double poot.
So, short and sweet:
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Our boat is wintering in the water. Next season will possibly be our last year with this boat. We’re thinking about downsizing. Who knows…
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I didn’t do much of anything this weekend - I was a bum. But I did make a good pot o’ soup - it’s yummerrific!
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It’s gray and cold and windy and gonna rain - we turned the furnace on to see if it worked and we kept it going to burn off the first-heating-day-of-the-year stink.
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swampy - a costume suggestion - get nekkid and put on a pair of roller skates - you’ll be a pull toy!
And that’s all I’m gonna say about that.
Bawahahahahahah! I just had the goofiest mental image when I read number 4…I snerked right out loud. I’m sure my office mates think I’m crazy now.
Aaah! ::projects toasty waves towards eleanorigby
You realize that pictures would be necessary, right? I don’t know what I plan on going as, but it’s gonna have to be something G-rated, since I’ll be around little kiddies all night.
So did I miss anything this morning? I made sure to skim all of the posts very thoroughly, because I got in to the MMP late. (I also slept through my 11 o clock class by setting my alarm for 10 PM, instead of AM, which made me feel kind of silly. But I got to catch up on some sleep, which was nice after not going to bed until four AM on Saturday and Sunday mornings.
Crazy love triangles are confusing. Being stalked by people is too. But I won’t go into that unless someone really wants to know details about my social life.
NOOOOOOOOO! I meant to add to that last post that you all should look at my post count! In 2 years, I’ve managed to rack up a humongous three thousand (and 1, now) posts.
But now that it’s not an even three thousand (because of this damn post), it’s not as dramatic.
Nice work, Sean.
That’s it. I got nuthin’. 
Details! Details!! We demand details!!
Well, I was a culture snob late last week and this weekend. I went to San Francisco for a conference and acted like a tourist (a very cultured tourist though, no Alcatraz or Fishermen’s Wharf for me). No, I had two very excellent dinners at high end resturants (chicken picatta to die for, and the deserts–to be resurrected for), went to the symphony (and drank champagne) and spent Saturday at the deYoung and the Japanese Tea Gardens.
And then on Sunday I watched football while in my pajamas, my hair uncombed and my teeth not brushed, drinking beer and eating bite-sized Tostidos. I even scratched in places you’re not supposed to scratch if you are properly mannered.
I is high-class all the way.
For those of you who remeber Molly, my Mom’s wonderful little dog, she died last Monday of the kidney condition. The vet didn’t think she would live more than a year or two but she made it to 5.
Molly has a very special place in our family’s hearts, and our gratitude for the love and companionship she gave Mom. As you may also remember, Mom was diagnosed with cancer a year ago and went through two surgeries. She was recovering well but then had some serious lung problems last February. Thankfully, she has since regained her health and her enjoyment of life. Molly almost died last October after Mom’s first surgery, but much to the vet’s surprise, she held on for a year (he wouldn’t commit to her living even a month longer). My sisters and I believe that if Molly had died before Mom had recovered this much, Mom would have died. Mom has lots af reasons to stay alive (including new great-grandkids) but Molly gave Mom something very tangible to hold on to–unconditional love and unreasoned hope.
To the end Molly was a joyous spirit. She was never in pain, and although she was at the vet’s when she died, she and Mom had said goodbye. We will always hold Molly in our hearts, and are better for knowing her. For a final miracle, Molly’s life with Mom left open a place for Mom to love another dog. She was lonely without another soul in the house, and my sisters and I all wanted another canine sister to tease Mom about. Happily, we located a two-year old rescued Lhaso Apso (just neglected, not abused) near where Mom lives and she a Jeannemarie went up to meet her yesterday. They came home with Angel, a little white and tan dog with a sweet disposition. I’m sure Mom is spoiling her already and I can’t wait to mme her myself.
If you will, please take a moment to acknowledge all the joy that pets of all sorts bring to their companions, and if you have a pet/companion, give her/him an extra hug.
Leave it to Kalley to lay on the guilt and force my hand. :mad:
<clears throat, err fingers>
I have an announcement to make to the MMPers. There will soon be a new addition to Chez Bobbio. As y’all may remember, we had Sadie the VunderDog put down on Valentine’s Day, after a long life and suffering from cancer and doggie MS.
We don’t have the room for another Boxer, per terms of our lease, but we can have a smaller dog. We’ve found, and go on Veteran’s Day, to the wilds of West Virginny to pick up a French Bulldog. Currently, her working name is Brie, like the smelly French cheese, because the bulldog is French, and, well, her back end has a tendency to smell.
I was going to wait until we had her in hand, and then challenge Rue to a puppy picture duel (mine is uglier than your’s!), but my hand was forced.
I can hardly wait for the happy sounds of butt-sniffing…
Dammit. Ok.
The chaoticbear love triangle, featuring:
**Creepy New York Native!
A Guy Named Matt! **(ACCSG to anyone paying attention last week)
and of course, chaoticbear!
Setting: Arkadelphia, AR.
(note the use of heavy shortenings of events)
CNYN, after being friends with cb gives cb a note detailing his feelings toward him. cb turns him down, mainly because he’s vying for the attention of another (name not important) man, which eventually falls through.
CNYN, even before meeting cb had proclaimed his feelings towards AGNM, but AGNM was seeing someone else.
After all of this, CNYN introduces cb to AGNM, who hit it off pretty well.
This enrages CNYN. He eventually says that he can’t tell us what to do, but that if anything happens between cb and AGNM, he doesn’t want to know about it.
So cb goes over to AGNM’s house on Sunday to watch a movie. That’s all they did, was watch a movie. CNYN’s female roommate, a longtime friend of AGNM came over to AGNM’s house to watch some TV. Then CNYN called cb to see what he was doing. Asked if the two had slept together the previous night (They of course, had not.) Called again about 30 minutes later to see what was happening. Came over unannounced to tell us that he disapproved, and to check on us to make sure there was no wild sex on the couch.
Thus ends the story (after cb and AGNM make out on the couch after everyone leaves.)
Somebody just wishes I’d do that. Actually he said knowing the group we’re partyin’ with, one or more people just might be nekkid and on roller skates before the night is over.
Kalley I’m so sorry about Molly. I’m glad though that Angel is in your mother’s life now.
Oh and this:
is just one more reason why I love you.
ACBG has pronounced that I am going to hell, simply because I recited this prayer a while ago:
Good is great.
God is near.
Let us thank Him for this beer.
Let praises ring through every nation.
Thank you, God, for fermentation.
Amen
I told him I learned it in church. Ok, not from the Priest, but still, I learned it in church.
Well, oh my! Like sands in an hourglass, so are The Days of Our donkeybear. We trust there will be updates on this riveting saga as it unfolds.
Oooohhh! You went to the it’s so new, the paint’s still drying de Young?
The conference… Are you into surgical tools, by chance? That was the big wingding at Moscone last week. Was kinda creepy seeing enormous images of laparoscopic staplers on the sides of the hotel shuttle buses lined up near my office, and thinking “Gahhh…I know what those are used for! Errghhh!”
Of course. Would I do that to you guys?
Is there a “the paint is peeling de Olde”?
Hey, here it is! I swear I did not see this before.