Two o’clock, and I am minimally productive. Maggie had a good day at the park. She drank out of a bucket, barked at the puppy, and acted dog like.
[Elmer Fudd]
“You haaaaf to teeeptoooe veeeewy softwee…”
[/Elmer Fudd]
GT’s one of my favorite people, though, so naturally she’s just perfect for MMP. edges away from behind GT GT, can I ask how old you are? So I know if the mental image I have of you is even close to correct or not. I’ll tell you the image I have of you after you tell me your age (or approximately).
I got my hair cut today. When she combed out all my curls and stretched it out, it was down to my forearm. Eek. Don’t worry, I took less than an inch off.
Nah. I ended up going to Home Despot and spending a couple of hundred dollrs instead on ceiling fans, lights, lawn equipment, etc., and then spent the weekend improving the house. The GF didn’t want me going down there unchaperoned, because she was afraid I’d ask her something about her head size.
Well that wasn’t very sporting of her, hunting a lame horse.
gt Sorry you got caught in the cross-fire. I meant to push Spats just as you walked by.
Okay, I gotta close up shop here on The Dope for the week. Have a good one, y’all, and I’ll see you Tuesday.
Sticks foot out as Sean leaves the room Have a nice trip! 
I put this in my LJ today (sorry Spats, Tel, you often have to read these things twice):
I got my hair cut today, on an impulse. See, the place at the mall - the nice place, not the cheap place - was advertising a shampoo, cut and dry for $18.00. Now my hair can’t be cut without being wet, plus what’s a haircut without a nice scalp massage? And I don’t mind paying up to $20.00 for a haircut (I think $2.00 is plenty tip for removing only an inch of hair all around).
So this lady starts to sit me down to wash my hair. My hair was exceptionally curly today, and the first thing she says to me is “I don’t blow-dry curly hair straight, if that’s what you want. I think it ruins the hair.” Well, I never blow-dry my hair and absolutely despise hairdressers that do so, so I was really pleased at this! A hairdresser after my own heart. So many hairdressers want to blow-dry my hair. It turns it into this dry, big mess, like 80’s hair. I know I can have big hair, ** I choose not to**.
So anyway, she cuts my hair, and afterward, I ask her to French-braid it, because these salonists never style my hair the way I like, and besides, I can’t French-braid my own hair (I can do others’ though) so it’s a nice treat. While she’s doing it, somehow we get onto the topic of boyfriends and men.
Oh boy.
She launches into this long-winded speech about how guys are really chemically different than us and how I can never, ever truly trust a boy. She tells me how I absolutely must sign a pre-nup if I marry my SO of 10 + years or if I have a house or any money, “he can take it all”. She doesn’t just leave me high and dry, though. She gives me a solution to all this. She tells me to read the book series that starts with “Men are from Mars, Women are from Venus.”
Dear God! I was starting to like her before this, now I just wanted to run. I have no problem with the book itself, but she was like a little walking advert. On and on and on about how I won’t be able to trust any man until after I read these books, and how he (the author) is so great, etc. I finally got out of there, gave her her tip, and ran.
The second thing.
There is an Indian fast food place in the mall. Sounds weird, but it’s good food. So I stopped there. I got to chatting with the girl behind the counter. Some of you know I don’t really hang out with my people, but I’ve gotten better about that. Anyway, she is Pakistani and I of course am Punjabi. Well, we eat almost the same foods, speak very similar dialects, wear the same clothes. All we do is worship differently. And it made me stop and think…in India Hindus and Pakistanis don’t much like each other. When I meet a Pakistani here, though, it’s like meeting an old friend…I can chatter away in Punjabi to them, I know they won’t make their food sweet but it will be nice and spicy, and they are almost from the same locale as me. It’s a strange world.
sean, have a good time.
meeks, sometimes all you gotta do is level the playing field. Wouldn’t it be wonderful if world peace were that simple.
Mika the man who wrote that crap is from El Bin De Looneys. Plus he looks smarmy. Like that creepy smarmy thing that hawks eharmony.com. ICK!
Ok, back to the kitchen with me. I’m making cubed steak and gravy, smashed N.O.T., green beans and steamed squash for supper cause I’m hungry!
I think I set the world record today for Dr appts. From sign-in to copay couldn’t have been more than 3 minutes! I was whisked right in, the PA was there. She asked me to show her how much I could move my arm. She had me hold it in a couple of positions while she pushed against it. She said she’d talk to my therapist and that unless I had more problems, I didn’t need to come back. It almost took longer to write the check than to have the check up! But she was very pleased with my progress and she said she’d have Kathy work on my interior rotation - translation: Getting me enough flexibility so I could fasten my bra in the back.
Our field trip at work was pretty neat - first site visit I’ve done in this job. The ride out was pretty. The presentation was informative (till the two idiots in our group started asking stupid questions…) the walk-around was pretty cool. We were divided into 2 groups. Now, if you see a group of 19 engineers and they’re asked to split into 2 groups, you’d expect 9 and 10 per group, right?
Right.
My group had 7. So the other, of course, had 12, including the 2 stupid question askers. So I got a great tour. And we got to keep our earplugs - woohoo! A souvenir!!
FCD is playing down in ManLand - working on the box that will hold the boat’s new electrical panel. When he gets bored with that, we’re going to go out to eat. Life is good. Plus it’s almost Friday.
Yay.
Tree men gone now. Very loud when here. Am deaf.
Done with cleaning boys’ room–messy!
No subjects to my sentences-wonder why?
<smacks head with hand>
ah, better. I am going out to dinner tonoc! Me and 3 GFs–OK, 3 GFs and I. We are going to a French place near here–yummers.
Yay on gt doing the MMP. I need to do one, soon, but don’t know my schedule so don’t assume anything! <looks at swampy sternly>
Mika --I think that’s kinda cool. Hey-whatever happened to Hindu god of the week? I liked that alot–I just couldn’t follow the movie plots…
I don’t like hairdressers who squik me out. You are so vulnerable when getting your hair cut–they have your throat exposed and you’re backwards over a bowl etc. Not the time for them to talk about the vengeance they wrought on an ex-BF or whatever. I wish I could pay $20 for my hair. It’s $90 every 6 weeks, but I push it to 8.
Is that Venus/Mars guy really in a [del]looney bin[/del] place of peace and safety for those temporarily psychologically challenged? How odd–wonder if Oprah will do THAT show!
Off to shower–hot and sticky here. Ugh. But, I’m going out to dinner! <dances off>
I’m much better now. Once I got in and dug around, I figured out that I can do this. I AM NOT TOO STUPID! Yay!
And it’s almost 4:00 and I don’t have to work tomorrow, and I’m off Monday too! So envy me my 4 day weekend. But tomorrow I have to go to two doctor’s appointments, and they will both draw blood! Gotta love the vampires.
I’ll be peeking in here and there, so everybody be good! 
Supper was tres yummy, if’n I do say so myself. The green beans mysteriously turned out to be lima beans though. Ok, not so mysterious. I was taking what I thought was frozen green beans out of the freezer, but it was frozen lima beans. So I thought, lima beans, yum! Somebody made two big happy plates, so I guess it was pretty good. Plus there were leftovers, so somebody and I have lunches for tomorrow.
Rigs it’s more like Mars/Venus man escaped from the macadamia farm, IMNSHO. I want to throw things at him. I should write one of them self help touchy feely books. I could call it, I Get $29.95 A Pop For This Book And You Get To Read Touch Feely Stuff To Make You Feel All Better: Everybody Wins! I’ll be sure and wave to everybody when I’m on Okra’s show.
Yay Rebo! We were all reasonably sure you could do it!
FCM why do you need to be able to reach around to fasten your bra. I thought that’d be one of FCD’s jobs.
Wow! Go away for 12 hours and they completely re-decorate, I get pushed into volunteering for the MMP (don’t think I didn’t see that Sean Factotum!), people ask my age, beds are fixed, and babies-to-be are celebrated. I hate not being able to post from work! I like the new chandelier better than the old one, but I really wish they’d added a ceiling fan.
Dotster! Nice to see you again! I was just thinking we hadn’t seen you lately.
Still no Rue. 
I’m 48 and 3/4s, Meeks, although I’m pretty sure I look younger than the average person my age. I’ll let you know after this weekend, when I’ll be around all my old high-school classmates.
And hopefully there’ll be pics from the little Dopefest we’re having tomorrow night, yay! I think the only MMPer attending is LOUNE, although I notice he hasn’t stopped by here recently. Anyone else want to travel to E. Lansing, MI tomorrow? Here’s da tread.
I’m really curious to see how everyone’s doing, where everyone’s living, and generally what 30 years have done to everyone.
Ya know, people who make broad generalizations and consider them the REVEALED TRUTH make me crazy. I’m so glad I have a haircutter who is an intelligent and reasonable person. Sounds like the haircut turned out right, though, didn’t it?
FCM, I always knew engineers were weird. (Lord knows, I have enough engineer friends, both IRL and on the boards… 
) Sounds like you got the best deal on the tour. And yay on the better shoulder!
Well, I’ve procrastinated my way through quite enough time. Need to get some laundry done, think about packing, make a list of everything I need to do, put together a couple of e-mails for work (I got most of my stuff done today, but left a few loose ends), and…well, there’s more, but it probably goes on the list.
Don’t look Lissla ----> I had Gnocchi Sorrentino from Trader Joe’s for dinner. Tres yum. It’s frozen and you just throw as much as you want in a bowl and zap it and - voila! - yumminess.
Back after a while, I’m sure.
GT
We fixed the bed (I surpervised) by, as Bob suggested, fastening the slats together with some metal things, and then screwing 'em into the frame. I made dinner. We had stew with rosemary and thyme and lots of garlic. Yummy. And parmesan rosemary cheddar bread. I also just attempted a cornmeal cake soaked in a honey/lemon syrup. I think it’s tasty. I’ll take a bunch in to my co-workers tomorrow.
Time to convince Mr. Lissar to put away all the previously washed dishes so I can wash the ones from dinner and baking.
Oh! Other Quasi-Daughter and her husband just sent us a package with two beautiful rosaries, purchased at the Vatican gift shop, and blessed by ‘a helpful priest’ who happened to be wandering by. I’m very pleased.
I came home tonight, and started right in on the Nerdmobile. Got the flat off, hauled out the spare, and stuck it on. Lowered the jack, and the spare squished out… :smack: I shoulda guessed that a 10 year old tire that’s never been used would lose pressure, too. Took it back off and hauled it off to the gas station to refill. Three hours later, it’s still holding pressure just fine.
Moral: everyone needs to check and add air to their spare tires.
The flat is shot. Steel was plainly visible at the inside edge of the tire. Oh, the joys of getting 4-way rubber tomorrow…
Down Swampy
I just want to point out that I just swore (in the Pit) for almost the first time. I feel so… adult.
I think.
If I’m really lucky, I’ll get to take the civil service exam this Saturday. It might be too late. The whole family and most of Mom’s office has an all-out effort to help me get a job.
I just looked at my post count. How in the world could I have reached almost 3,000 posts? I don’t have that much to talk about! uh, I guess that never stopped me…
Ahhhhhhhhhh! Friday.
The day before I leave to go fishin’ the with boy.
I can hardly wait! We’re flying to Seattle tomorrow, then driving up to Vancouver with my dad to go fishing with a buddy of his. Whoo hoo! Salmon for all! Even though I don’t eat salmon. Or any fish for that matter. I just catch them. The family eats them.
Wow, send the salmon to me. I looove salmon. I grill it and eat it with a little lemon-dill sauce. Yummy.
Behold the power of suggestion: Now I need to go to the store and get some salmon for lunch.