hee-hee…“single fleshy holes”
I’m just here to grab a cupake for dessert, having just finished lunch.
Damn rigs, you’re that old?
Because despite that old picture you’re so fond of trotting out, when I saw you, I’d have guessed not a day over…uh, 29? 
HAPPY BURFDAY RIGS!!!
I call the people you have described “Obliviots”; although “Simians” is good too. I avoid Wal-Mart at all costs. I don’t go to Sams, because I belong to Costco. Unfortunately, there is the rare occasion that I find myself in Wal-Mart. I come out of that store, angry, grumpy and frustrated due to the too close aisles and the aforementioned Obliviots.
I, Spatial Rift 47, the official distributor of the Cupcakes In Honor of Rigs’ Birthday, hereby deem the transference of one (1) cupcake from VunderBob to swampbear completely valid and necessary.
Glad you all enjoyed them. 
Oh, I feel I should share the dream I woke up to this morning, since there was a Cool Kid in it. This Cool Kid, whose identity shall be revealed shortly, should feel honored: I almost never remember my dreams. So to be in one of the few that I do remember is no mean feat. Now, there was more to it than this, but the part that stuck is, I was wrapping up some cookies. Just when I got done, one of them started vibrating. It was a wrong number phone call from none other than FCM, trying to reach her son (I know she doesn’t have one, work with me here), but she got me instead. ON A COOKIE. Weird.
Oh, and those cupcakes you all ate are fax machines too.
There ain’t a psychology text book big enough to explain all the complexities of that dream Spats. 
I have it on good authority, however, that FCM never dials the wrong cookie.
I really enjoyed my cupcakes/fax machines. I have a one page document that I need to go fax. I wonder if I ate it while saying the fax number out loud if it’d get there.
My sinuses hurt and it’s gettin’ cloudy outside. I’m hopin’ that means rain. What? According to my combination thermometer/barometer/humidityindexometer thingy the barometric pressure is dropping. That makes my sinuses hurt a little bit.
You have to belch the number while eating the cupcake.
Seein’ how FCM was in the Navy and also went to Purdue, I’ll bet she’s tossed a few cookies in her day…
single fleshy holes ?
Ew.
I am working on getting my own self onto the internet (at least a more recent pic than 1984), but it’s taking longer than I thought.
OK-so I’m not really trying.
#2 son has a new friend over. So far, so good. Off to fill Ikea cabinet, then finish the book that is required reading for my boot camp session. yep–I will read The Whole Thing.
Yuck to spam, Happy Birthday to RIGS!, and I think the friend I had over yesterday may be defective. She didn’t really like Firefly! That’s a sign of serious lack of character. It’s doubly odd because she’s a Buffy nut.
I have decided that since it is 400000000C, I will make tortillas. In honour of the heat, and Mexico, and stuff.
We’ve got three plants of normal sized maters growing in planters on the deck. Which is odd, because we have room enough to put in a huge freakin’ tomato garden in the backyard. Maybe next year I’ll put in the garden, and then take pictures.
And Happy Birthday to you, rigs
Taters I’m glad to hear you’re mom is handling this well. A friend’s sister, age early 30s, had a lumpectomy last year and is now doing fine.
It is incredibly hot over hear today. I mean, Africa-on-the-savanna, stupid hot. I want it to stop. I like the cold much better - I can always throw on another sweater if’n it’s too cold.
I think we’re grilling tonight for dinner. Burgers, maybe some doggies too. Since it’s Thursday, one of the boyfriends of the eldest-stepdaughter-to-be tends to drop in at dinner time. “Oh, is it dinner time again?” “Yes, would you like to stay?”
I’m not a fan of mega stores - too much walking - I know someone who swears by the SuperWallyWorld near her summer place - and most of those have the same floorplan, but the ordinary WallyWorlds are apparently quite different, so when she went to one of those, she was completely lost!
Happy birthday, Rigs!
Further update: I called Financial Aid, who promptly transferred me to Student Accounts, which is a good sign. They said I should have a check in a few days.
So ends the Saga of Financial Aid.
I’m tired. I need a nap.
Robin
I am in a quandary about my hair. I’ve been growing it out since March-ish, and lately, it’s been a pain. I’ve gone back & forth in my mind over getting a trim so many times this week, I’m getting dizzy. One moment ago, I was poised over the phone to make the appointment - then I changed my mind again. I think it still needs to be a bit longer to work it into the style I want. But the ends are looking a bit unruly, and my bangs are almost in my eyes.
What to do, what to do? Suggestions welcome, though not necessarily binding.
If it’s long enough, wear a pony tail, or clip it back with a butterfly clip, until you actually go get it cut
Yay on the check MsRobyn! I hate dealing with stuff like that. It’s almost as bad as being attacked by Samians and Walmartians. I’m still traumatized from earlier today.
In other news:
AAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!!!
I’ve had to deal with soooooo many stoopid details and silly assed things today I feel like I ain’t done nuttin’ productive at work. It’s just one stoopid little silly assed thing after another today. Of course I am the only one who could possibly know, so it’s all coming to me. :rolleyes: I have a legal pad page long of stoopid silly assed questions and information to answer or pass on to the appropriate stoopid silly assed individual. I have a feeling that’s what I’ll be doing most of tomorrow.
And cut your bangs so they don’t fall in your eyes.
I dont’ think this is gonna work, but I’ll try.
here is a pic of me at my computer:
/Users/eleanortruex/Pictures/iPhoto Library/Originals/2006/Roll 8/MyPicture.jpg
Oh, you want to talk about heat? None of you has nothing on the heat down here. In fact, it’s so bad, I wrote this little song parody earlier. Apologies to the authors of “It’s Hard Out Here for a Pimp”:
I think that’s the address if we had access to your computer.
Nah. I rarely drink and have never been drunk, so the only cookie tossing I’d do would be associated with illness which has nothing to do with my alma mater or my active duty days.
Home to an aggravating message on the machine. Over a year ago, we sold a lot that we’d originally intended to build on. At the time, I’d had a question about the legal description, but the title company assured me it was fine. When we were still thinking about building on it and talked with a surveyor, he assured us that the description was fine and that I was misreading it. Now the new owner claims there’s something wrong with the legal description. Like it’s my problem??
Well, I suppose it could be my problem if he decided to be an ass and sue. But my husband had talked to the guy at the survey company so I’m going to let him handle it. I just hope that the guy who originally sold us the lot hadn’t died - he could straighten the whole thing out. I’m trying to be Zen about the whole stupid thing.
Happy B-day, rigasaurus!!!
I’ll be leaving for PT in a bit. After I change. I figure it’ll be easier for them to put the zappy electrodes on me if I’m in a tank top. Plus it’s freekin’ hot and humid out there!!! And on the way, I need to stop at Food Lion - it’s the only grocery between the therapist and here, and I need mayo. Can’t make cuke salad without mayo. So I’ll stop for some.
That’s all I’ve got for now. I think…
Won’t work. But if you wanna e-mail it to me, I’d be glad to host it. elenia25 at gmail.com.