A few other ideas Shibb (Oh, would you like some color too? Then “Shibb”. Pretty, huh?)
May 9-11 there’s the Kentucky Scottish Festival
June 14 & 15 there’s the British Isles Fest
Or throw PlaneDope back together.
But Loverboy? LOVERBOY? I think you have the best idea so far.
::very, very patiently, as to a six-year-old::
An apartment with only one room is usually called a studio apartment or a bachelor apartment, Rue. No, I don’t know why- because only bachelors or artists can stand to live in them, maybe?
I made soup last night, Exgineer. Do you want some? Sounds like you could use it.
Ewww! Only one room? So where do you go to the bathroom? Huh? Right by the dinner table? That’s just gross!
Rue, poo? Leave that to lieu.
Ho-ho. Anyway, I can’t believe you can’t watch KET. We have a large Cincinnati audience!
(And thanks for the color. I’m tickled pink.)
W O W C O L O R S ! 
So I finally figured out color - gotta use that more often.
You guys have made me homesick for Kentucky. I want some Mike Linning’s fish.
Today’s not been a really good day. Anybody ever watch “Everbody Loves Raymond”? That is my mother-in-law to a T. Thankfully, we don’t live next door to her. We used to live down the street from her and that was enough to drive me insane. Well she called about 7:30 this morning (which I think anything before is completely rude but since she started doing it to me I’ve been calling her at 6:30 some mornings just to chat :D) And she asked me if I was up yet. Well duh, my son gets on the bus at 7:15. But she always acts like she’s going to wake me up if she calls before noon based on the fact that I’m a night owl and occasionally catch naps during the day with my kids which of course means that I am a no good slacker. Anyway, she asks if she can come over later and tells me that she will call before she comes over. Well she comes about 45 minutes earlier than expected, without calling, and doesn’t knock but just walks in my door. This would be irritating by itself but I have told her, and I quote, “We have a doorbell, use it! Better yet, use the phone first!” in a past arguement. Can’t get any clearer than that besides carving it in the bottom of a frying pan and whacking her with it.
Oh, and the reason I told her that was because she had told me that the outside of my back door was filthy and really needed cleaning and asked if she could clean it. I said no that it was fine sooo the next morning she comes over at 8 am and maybe she knocked but I was in a back room feeding my newborn and she waltzes in without my knowing it, takes my then 3 year old and goes out the back and then proceeds to clean my back door. I freaked out when I heard my son’s voice from outside the window!!! AAAAIIGHHH!!! that was years ago and it still makes my blood boil. And I am not a slob by any means but cleaning the outside of my backdoor which does get nasty is not on my list of priorities. I don’t know where she gets off. But she says that all she’s doing is “helping” (which is why she came over today) and acts like I’m an ungrateful bitch. Which I guess I am. You’d think she’d get the hint and quit helping me after 9 years of this. But nooooooo. It’s not good enough that I have a very, very good marriage (my husband stays out of our fights but backs me up if she gets too out of line) and have three precious and good little boys. I’m a pretty good mom. Even great at times and, of course, I really bite at it sometimes, too but overall they are turning out great. Why can’t she back off?
Sorry for ranting but I feel better now that I have it off my chest. BTW, it makes me feel better to know it’s not just me; she does this to other people too. My sis-in-law, my aunt and my cousin have had to tell her to butt out several times. I just happen to be the most vocal about letting her know my limits.
Bah. Bah, I say. Humbug, even.
Copper_moon obviously didn’t figure out how to do the colors thing all by herself, and just waited for Rue to show her how. I’m on to you, Missy.
Then she posts a huge rant about her mother-in-law, and figures it’s relevant because she mentions a dog once. Or maybe twice, I can’t be bothered to count. That’s not kosher.
Or, maybe it is. After all, it is a Rue thread. And I’m lazy.
I’ve got nothing to say about lieu, poop, or anything that may or may not be happening in Cincinncati. I don’t care about Cincinnati, because it’s out there in one of those flat states. You know, where they don’t have any hills, so everything is really, really flat. Walking up two risers worth of stairs scares those people, because that’s the farthest they’ve been off the ground.
To be honest, I’m scared of heights too, but at least I don’t live in Ohio. Or Florida, for that matter.
[sub]Discerning members should ignore this post, because the poster responsible is badly under the influence of massive doses of over-the-counter cold medication. And I actually like Copper_moon, so there.[/sub]
And, because of the cold medication, I forgot a couple of these:
Please insert them in the above post where appropriate.
I’m cranky right now, too.
Ellen, if I could watch KET I would. It used to tune in like crazy in the house I grew up in, but this house? No, not really. It must be the hill or something. (More on that in a minute. Just for you Ex. Ya crank.) I also miss Across Indianafrom when I lived in Indiana City.
Kentucky has your (yeah, “your” like you own the whole show, and yu should) Kentucky Lifeand Indiana has Across Indiana, why doeasn’t Ohio have a show like that? Of course it would be about Ohio and who would be weasel-crazy enough to watch that? I mean really?
Wow, Copper’s mom-in-law is Ray Romano? What are the odds? Does this mean you met the wife from that show… uh… oh yeah! Patricia Heaton? She’s hot.
Ex, you are so dumb. Don’t you know anything about geology? Or topography? We have hills down here at the bottom of Ohio. Lots of them. See, when the glaciers came rolling down out of the frozen North, they stopped about 12 feet from where Cincinnati grew. So all the hills that were up there were smooshed down here and we have them now. A whole state’s worth of hills right here. It’s called the “Terminal Moraine”. Get your facts right. Sheesh.
Oh yeah, and the rest of the state looks like God took his giant meat hammer (You know, a meat hammer. You take the front of it with the bumps on it and whack a piece of cheap meat with it to tenderize it. The sides are flat.) and whacked the whole state with the side of it. Or a giant glacier did a bulldozer number on it if you ain’t got religion.
-Rue.
Florida may be sucky (may be??) but our high point isn’t all that high. So if you don’t like heights, this is the place to be. America’s weiner is pretty flat. Interpret that as you wish…
[sub]How’s that for a hijack??[/sub]
I’m hurt Exgineer, I’m pouting now. 
I’m just getting the hang of the message board. You know, post first, and figuring everything out as you go. I thought I was doing pretty spiffy doing the colors in bold. But did you notice? Noooooo. UncaRue didn’t teach me that.
I’m just glad I didn’t kill the thread with my rant. How about something a little lighter?
An elderly lady walks in to a drug store and asks to speak to the pharmacist.
(or “druggist” as all old ladies call them and which incidentally is easier for me to keep typing)
When she has his attention she says, “What is all the hullaballoo about this Viagra? Is it as good as they say?”
The druggist tells her, “Maam, I’ve been taking it for a few days myself and it really is as good as they say.”
She then asked, "Well can you get it over the counter?
He replies, “Well, let me go take a couple of pills and we’ll see.”
See FCM, this goes along with your hijack about flat floppies.
345 feet? My house sits at about that elevation. If I drive a few miles to the river I’m at 0 feet, because the “river” is actually just an estuary from here on down. So, in the course of a single day, I can get both as high and as low as people ever get in Florida. That’s wierd.
Copper_moon’s a pouty-pants. When you see her on the street you should point at her and say “pouty-pants” really loud, and then stick your tongue out. That’ll show her.
And I’m not buying any wild claims of hills in Ohio until I see some photographic evidence. Is it true that you have to go to Kentucky to get to your own airport if you live in Cincinnati?
This line positively begs for a witty “Just Say No” retort, but I’m afraid nothing’s coming. Anybody wanna help me out here?
Don’t a lot of small New York apartments have the bathub in the kitchen?
