Tell it now!
I’m going to the circus! ::does little happy dance:: Ringling Brothers and Barnum & Bailey are coming to town next week, and Mr. SCL, that sweet man, is taking me to the circus! I’m gonna see if I can get some elephant poop for the garden, too.
Rue! It was Rue! With a whole story, and everything! I’d just like to say I’ve lived places where they had those exact same light bulbs. In fact, I believe I may have actually left one of those bulbs, unremoved, in the rental I lived in before I bought my house. ::waves at Rue::
I notice susan hasn’t snuck back in to tell us about her trip to Italy.
Hi scout! (We miss you!)
Oh…and ems stopped by too…
Wowie, that is an interesting circus souvenir!
Went to a friend’s annual ice cream social. It’s sort of non-traditional because everyone brings a pint of their own ice cream, so we have about 20 flavors and everyone gets to sample several flavors. I had 6. So yes, I had ice cream for dinner; doesn’t everyone?
Thanks for sharing the recipe, Ellen. It sounds yummy! Also, I think that someone asked for a very similar recipe in last week’s food section of the local paper.
Well…it’s way past my bedtime and I have to get up early and have a long day tomorrow. (I can hardly wait. :rolleyes: ) Nighty night.
GT
I have a brief exciting story: a lady with the fakest breasts I have ever seen came into work today. She was maybe thirty-five, and had two small daughters. She was wearing a strapless tube dress.
The males who are inclined to like breasts might think this was a good thing.
It was not. Actually, I should have said, “A pair of really large stupid-looking breasts came in to working today. I think they might have been attached to a woman.” They were frightening. Not attractive. They looked like (to use another Doper’s phrase) they had been bolted on.
It was scary.
Now, on an unrelated note, I must go take apart a crockpotted chicken. At 11:30. There’s not enough room in my fridge to leave it overnight.
Oh, and I had strawberries, Greek yogurt, and a little double cream today. It was awesome.
Bolted-on breasts and crockpotted chicken. Where else would you find this combination of topics?
Need to remember to get Greek yogurt next time I go to the store. Cuz strawberries and Greek yogurt are yummmm.
Thanks for the link to the Walmartians thread, swampy. I hadn’t read that one before.
It’s way too early. I’ve been awake since 5:00… And now need to get moving, since I have an 8:30 meeting that I scheduled for this morning but am not prepared for yet.
Off I go…
GT
Glad ya enjoyed Walmartians gt. It’s one of the great classics by Scylla. You should do a search of his name. He’s written some great stuff. Hee… if he does a vanity search he’ll see his name in the MMP and go 
cause he’s never hung out with the cool kids that I know of.
So, in the lobby just outside my office door, is this pile of stuff I need to load up to take to house demoing tomorrow. It’s an interesting assortment. There’s hand sanitizer, hand wipes, isopropyl alcohol, betadyne, bandages, a first aid kit, large sheets of plastic, dust masks, safety goggles, latex and work gloves, a table, two sledge hammers, a chainsaw, a cooler, two gallon jugs of distilled water and 128 bottles of water (those are all shrinked wrapped in little flats). All of this will be in the back end of my blazer by day’s end. Should be fun.
I see we have a nomination for next week’s MMP.
All those in favor of FCM AKA the Godess of Pottery host(ess)ing next week’s MMP say “Aye”:
AYE!!!
All those opposed say “Nay”:
**:: CRICKETS :: **
The “Ayes” have it. Carryon FCM and make up proud.
We’ve had two power outages in the last fifteen minutes. The problem? The power keeps coming back on. If the power’s out, I can live without the Dope, because I can read a book. Here’s hoping for catastrophic power failure. 
Swampy, did you break the MMP? Why is everything HUGE?
I have it! But PhotoBucket is down for maintenance. :rolleyes: I hosted it on my Okcupid account, so I guess all youse can see my Okcupid thingie. I hope this link works:
In other news, I am all alone in the office today. Not that I mind!
Oh, and I wanted to mention, I had such a pang of nostalgia this morning. Sense of smell is strange, and you never know what will bring you back. I was sitting in traffic this morning when I got a sniff of the diesel from the bus in front of me…
and suddenly I was back in Delhi, on a hot summer day, riding in the bus with my cousin to go to Chandigarh and generally giggling and loving him oh so much.
Yeesh, I just brought tears to my own eyes. I miss my family so damn much sometimes. :sniffle:
It wants to know who I am so it can find me the love of my life. Ummm… thanks but I’m kinda happy with what I got right now. 
You mean you can’t see the pic, or you can?
I was going to write a longer post, but if it ends up huge, maybe I’ll wait till the Dope has decided it doesn’t want to stay broken any longer!
What is everybody talking about? It looks fine to me!
Thanks for the Walmartians link, Swampy! It was great.
I changed light bulbs yesterday, too. One was right at the bottom of my basement stairs. Only problem is, even with the new lightbulb, it still doesn’t work. That’s bad. My front hall light went out yesterday, too. Good thing – it was really dusty up there, and I wouldn’t have thought to take the cover off to clean it otherwise. Now it’s all shiny and bright. So I’m probably going to have to wash the walls and the baseboards, since everything’s a little more noticeable (big dogs make for dirty walls). And paint the front door. Of course, then the kitchen will look a little drab, so I’ll have to paint that, too. You know, when we first moved here, I dreamed that my house was trying to kill me. It would lure people (my family or friends, when they came to visit) into the garage where it could begin the mind control process. Sometimes I wonder if that wasn’t a big warning, and the house is trying to kill me, only in a different way. Because if I paint the kitchen, then I have to do the back hallway, and the bathroom. The bathroom, though, needs some ceiling repair from an old leak upstairs… Rue is right. Changing light bulbs is not easy!
Mika - can’t see the pic. Just, as **Swampy[/] said, the chance to find the love of my life. I wonder if my husband will mind? 
Rue posted! Rue posted!
Morning, all. Today I must clean the fridge, wash all the dishes from crockpotting and tortilla making, scrub the kitchen, clean the bedroom, and do a bunch of stuff I don’t remember, which will be fun. At least I’ve got an air conditioner to lie in front of intermittently.
Why are Driving Husband’s haircutting scissors here?
Off. Time for tea and the contemplation of housework.
I use a Mac at work with the OS of which gotti speaks, and I also have no problems. I’ve got IE loaded for some applications, but I mostly use Safari.
Mika we get the log-on screen for the internet dating site.
Ok, I think we’ll have to wait for Photobucket to come back online, as I can’t seem to sign-on right now.
I did not break teh internet. It looks just fine to me. Mika I can’t see the pic. It wants to sign me up. I don’t want to sign up. I’m all selfish like that.
Twinks see, here’s the deal with houses. If you do even the teeny weensiest ittby bitty bit of home improvement, i.e., clean a light cover, it’ll mean there’ll be something else you’ll want to do, then something else, then something else… until before you know it, you’re in a brand new house and you didn’t even move. That’s why I’m a little bit afraid about doing the new flooring I want to do. It will probably lead to new paint, which will lead to new kitchen counters, which will mean I’ll need new cabinets, then new appliances, then my breakfast nook will look shabby so I’ll need a new table and chairs and of course there will have to be new lighting and while I’m at it I might as well enclose the back porch and add that half bath I’ve been thinking about… see, it’s just too dangerous!