I alwalys had Swampy figgered as a Frisbeetarianist*…
*The belief that when you die, your soul goes to the roof and no one can get it down…
The Dope is blocked at work as “entertainment.” Funnily enough, livejournal isn’t blocked. I worked. I had lunch. I got off work. And here I am now, waiting on laundry.
I know. The excitement is palpable.
I like rainy afternoons when I don’t have to go out. They’re nice for staying in and cuddling. Alas, no cuddles for me, as TBT doesn’t live in my town, or even my state. Sigh.
Hell Swampy, I thought I was agreeing with you…
I shouldn’t say much more, beause I’ll come dangerously close to being taken seriously around here. 
Heigh ho. Dinner in the oven. I am researching bar stools online. Tis not as fun as it sounds. I need at least 4. I want ones that swivel–I think they’re more fun than stationary ones. Can’t find the style I like in swivel.
Such is my day. A good day, by all accounts. Tomorrow is boring meeting day at work. I hate boring meeting day–but I do get paid for being bored.
My sinuses are acting up as well–there is no good reason for sinuses, correct?
And didn’t Cecil do a column on grapenuts and maltose? I think so…
I am remembering snipets of my Iguanas essay -
I started off musing on my choice from the hat, wondering what kind of story I could write, staring at the computer screen waiting for droplets of blood to form on my forehead* and wondering about the mess they’d cause landing on the keyboard; and decided an essay on why I couldn’t come up with anything in the time alloted (we had 2 weeks) would be appropriate. Then I mused about the phrase being a new slang for inebriation (and a guy with a bizarre nickname) “Iguana’s in the Grape. Nuts!” But the gist of the essay was about how the iguana got there in the first place. Seems cute little Billy found a cute little iguana in the playground one day and, after much pleading with Mommy and Daddy, was allowed to keep it provided Billy watched it to make sure it never got into the pantry. But of course, imagine Mommy’s surprise when, upon coming home from her errands, she spied a box of cereal on the floor of the pantry. And the rustling she heard caused her to shout “Billy! Your iguana’s in the Grapenuts! Again!” I don’t remember the conclusion of the essay - only that it got a few laughs. Several weeks later, I was presented with a cap - my friend had found a cap with a reasonably-iguana-looking lizard on it, and he drew in the GrapeNuts for me. I wonder what the iguana would think of the new Grape Nuts Granola Crunch?
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- “Writing is easy: All you do is sit staring at a blank sheet of paper until drops of blood form on your forehead.” - - Gene Fowler
OK…now that I’m awake…sorry about the sinus headache, rosie. Feeling any better?
Welcome to all the newbies! I think gabriela was missed in other lists. She deserves at least an honorable mention for having gotten responses started out on an appropriately juvenile note.
I too am among MMPers who have suffered from slicing and dicing. Had an allegedly new and sharp knife. It slipped while I was slicing. Sliced into the tip of my index finger instead. Lots of blood. Applied the butterfly bandaid. Survived quite well. winnie, dear, your story was icky.
Drae, your weekend made me laugh. Well, not your weekend, but your description.
Cute puppies, kaiwik!
I thought of you too, swampy. New presiding bishop actually sounds like a person with priorities in the right place. They quoted her in our paper as wanting to focus on “poverty, AIDS and justice.” Also, her first career was as an oceanographer (no point, really, I just thought it was interesting). Here’s the article.
Oh…swampy thinks I’m lovely and talented? :: is flattered::
Cecil speaks on the important topic of Grape-Nuts. Iguanas are not mentioned. Or alligators, for that matter. I like your Grape-Nuts story, rosie.
FCM, you are making me feel like a lazy bum.
I came home, got my hair cut, sat down to read the Dope, am composing a post. Noticed that the silly wasps are working on another nest. I really don’t want to use wasp spray. Still pondering alternatives. One site I read yesterday said you should ignore wasp nests if they won’t interfere with people coming and going, but this one is just above my front door, so I don’t think it qualifies. Guess I’ll have to research further.
Also…I should contemplate dinner. I’m thinking it’s a Cheerios with strawberries kinda night. Did I mention that strawberries were $.99/lb at Wild Oats. Good strawberries. I looked at the sign several times before I grabbed two boxes and then paid close attention when I got to the cash register. Two pounds of strawberries for $1.98!!! Yay!
GT
Whew! I’m finally home
Welcome to the newbies! Love offerings of dark chocolate must be sent to us old-timers; it’s a rule!
Swampy, I was telling Mr. Taters about your post re: the new head of the Episcapelians (I’m too lazy to look up the spelling). He told me to tell you that perhaps you should join a new conference called the Pissed-Offcapalions.
Dinner will be left over lasagna. I’ve been told the hubby and son have already dug into it, but there’s enough left over for dinner.
gots, I’m sorry to hear of DH’s job loss. I hope he finds something better soon.
That’s all I can think of for now. I’m kind of tired.
as for my sinus headache - the blinding I-can’t-open-my-eyes part is gone, but my head still hurts. I did make it thru a whole day of work, and my PT appointment, so I guess I’m better. I made someone else feel better (sort of) a gal who had survived a nasty car wreck (she was in a body brace and had stitched up scars all over) was working out tonight while I was there. I told her “cheer up - once you’re better, you’re better - I’ll have arthritis the rest of my life” she smiled. Not at my misery, but at my attempt to cheer her.
Evening!
Hello to the new people, and I’m honoured to be sharing (metaphorical virtual) space with gabriela. Have some chocolate cinnamon buns and some peanut butter rice crispie squares.
I’ve got to wash a bunch of dishes and then wait around until I’m tired enough to sleep. Tomorrow is fifteen loads of laundry, plus running back and forth to the laundromat and cleaning the fridge out. Mr. Lissar has just decided he doesn’t like peanut butter sammiches anymore.
I have a Costco packet of buns in the freezer, and three kilos of peanut butter. Sigh.
Would someone clunk me over the head so I can sleep?
I love you.
Could ya toss me one of those now? ::Looking at the oven where my leftover pizza is reheating::
Welcome all you new folks!!
FCM, stop it now. Go sit down and do nothing. Really.
Well, it’s over. The “MBG is an evil man because he wanted to change walk boundaries and make 98 more kids walk to school” epic.
There was a public hearing at which a few parents got up and prattled on about how unreasonable it is that kids walk to school, because ya’ know, they have to CROSS STREETS!!! :eek:
Then one guy that was there for something completely unrelated got up to say, in essence: “Oh, sit down and quit whining, they’re YOU’RE kids, YOU are responsible for them getting to school if there’s no bus because you live so effing close to school, so shut it and sit down”.
Then the board voted, only 5 of the 7 were there, and it was 5-0.
Beer time. Sure would be nice to have a peanut butter rice krispy square to have to wash down…
Was that 5 - 0 in favor of more walkers? That’s how I’d vote! This conversation is one of the reasons I dropped out of PTA. The same parents who let their kids walk across a busy street to the ice cream parlor after school in 5th grade didn’t want their high schoolers to have to cross streets only a little busier. When I heard myself start the “back when I was in school, I had to walk uphill both ways,” argument, I knew it was time to leave while my dignity was still intact.
I’m up late tonight baking birthday cake for my baby. She turns 15 tomorrow. I’m not sure how that’s possible – I still think she can’t be more than 6 or 7. I’m making a heart shaped white cake, which I’ll decorate with white frosting and spray roses, and it’ll be surrounded by the same cake in cupcake-sized hearts filled with strawberries. She’ll love it, but personally, I’ll have to figure out how to get some chocolate on there before I’ll eat it.
[not mundane not pointless]Woooo Canes win the Cup![/nmnp]
kai my mom has a black pom. Cute, but hunts better than my beagle. :dubious:
Sean most of my cartoons are either cat torture or vile puns
welcome newbies! from a not quite veteran.
time to celebrate, then bed(got a meeting tommorow :rolleyes: )
You are a great mom, Twinkie.
You know, you get just as much appreciation and love for making rice crispie squares as you do for making homemade cinnamon buns and strudel and danishes and coffee cake. I should give up on the difficult stuff.
After I make Nigella Lawson’s buttercream caramel merengue cake. And maybe some molten chocolate cupcakes.
If someone will clean my house I’ll bake for them!
Hey, Lissa, if you’re making molten chocolate cupcakes, send me directions & I’ll bring my vaccuum cleaner and a dust rag. It should only take me about 10 hours to get there…
And if I’m a terrific mom, it’s only because she provides such good source material, I can’t help it. She’s the best kid I know. Uh oh, I’m getting tired and sappy. I think that last layer is cool enough to come out of the pan now. I’d better go to bed!
I am posting from a dark room in the northern side of St. Gallen. If anyone knows what country I’m in please advise. Breakfast was good, I’ve got a hardwired internet connection and attempting to check the weather for today’s destination which I’ve still not determined.
Ciao,
Shibb
You ever have one of those mornings where the only way you know you slept is that you woke up? I feel crappy and I don’t want to go to work. I’m afraid I’ll fall asleep, and I really can’t, because I have a lot of work to do.
Hey Shibb! I was wonderin’ if you made it over to Yurp like you were planing. You’re location says you’re in Germany. That might help. 
Taters, tell Mr. Taters that my official flavor of Episcopal is Whiskypalian.
Bobbio, I know you were agreeing with me. I was just spouting off about my lack of ummm… well… like for the stick-up-the-butt Bishops most of whom are from Africa.
Good deal MBG! Make the little crumb snatchers walk. It’ll do 'em good, I say.
The fish fry was good! Good fish. Good hush puppies. Good cheese grits. Good coleslaw. Good fried green 'maters. Cold beer!!! Oh and a dessert that was made by softening a half gallon of vanilla ice cream, mixing in a small thawed can of frozen lemonade (the six ounce kind), spooning the mixture into 6 ounce paper cups and putting 'em in the freezer to harden. Real smooth and lemony. YUM!
Oh, and yesterday, I rode out to the site for our new church building. See, last week trees started comin’ down. I watched ‘em push over a tree with one of those big ol’ pieces of construction machinery. It looked like a lot of fun, so I wanted to try but I was told no. The meanies!
Oh man, I DO NOT want to be anywhere downwind from you today…
:eek:
You are SO going to be on FCM’s shit list for that…
Yup Twinkie, 5-0 to let 'em walk.
heh - “crumb snatchers” :snerk:
The car is loaded with golf clubs to raffle, coolers, and other raffle prizes. I barely fit my own clubs and the bag with the after golf/shower clothes in. Hope the wife fits in somewhere too!
We’re out of here in an hour or so, we’ll have a nice breakfast with Bloody’s then start setting up things, sticking signs and banners up around the place and getting the ladies ready to sign people in.
The outing is about 120 golfers, and later about an additional 75 people (200 total) for fancy dinner and prizes. The event is for the enrichment foundation for the school district where I used to live - I got involved when I lived there, and haven’t gotten un-involved. Our foundation raises private money through events like this and award it through a grant process to teachers, and schools for various programs that enrich or enhance what they already do. Usually we give out about $60-$70K a year. The BIG event each spring is the Dinner/Auction, but the golf brings in around $15K.
Four years ago, I got tapped as Golf Honcho, which in **MBG **fashion means I delegate, delegate, delegate…I run things with the club, coordinating meals and getting the foursomes set. Then I show up, act all host-ish, and golf with the men while women run the show for me.
OK, so I hear the shower has stopped, which means my turn. Gotta hit the road, I hear a fat omelet and a Bloody Mary calling for me…