Cool place, FCM (the pub, not the old dining room & chandelier)…I’m originally from right near Okemos, so I had to zoom into the map to figure out exactly where it’s located. Can’t really picture the location. I’ll have to check it out next time I’m in the area.
Long day…I need to go out and garden for a while… I’m hoping to get lots done tonight because it’s supposed to rain tomorrow. Of course it was supposed to rain today and we got…nuttin’.
Oh…welcome, Hokkaido Brit!
GT
Here you go, the Stupid Trucker Thread
Less than 24 hours until I get my TJ’s stuff.
I just finished Peace Like A River, by Leif Enger. Mr. Lissar read most of it aloud to me, but we haven’t had time in the past while for reading aloud, and we’re giving it back to Best Friend and her husband. My vision is all blurry from crying. Books that make you cry rock.
Attacks Husband will be over in about an hour for a walk. Also, I have a slight rash on my forearms. I got this last year, too, at this time. I have no idea what it is- pollen? It’s just on my arms. I hope it goes away fast. At least it’s not poison ivy. See? I tied it in to FCM’s post. Continuity.
Yhes, that clhears things hup nicehley.
FCM, that is one lovely chandelier! Please, please will you send it to me??? (NEVER!)
I had to have a look at all your other photos - it is a nightmare of a house but you have to admire the previous owner’s persistence - “Oh, there’s a bit here that isn’t puke green or frilly, let’s add mirror wall tiles.”
Will you show us the end result of all your hard labour?
Our house needs doing but but I don’t know where to start, and DIY isn’t done here in Japan, so getting stuff is very hard. I have painted but beyond that it’s a bit much having to struggle against lack of supplies and proper tools.
Hokkaido Brit, welcome to the MMP. Part of your initiation is to take that white elephant of a chandelier off of FCM’s hands. It’s the rule…well it’s one of the rules. The big rule is you have to send chocolate to all of us. Well, actually, Swampy would want beer, cookies, and ice cream.
Day-um VB! I hope something happens with that trucker. Speaking as a trucker’s wife, that guy truly screwed up. What an idiot! I know it’s not the company my husband works for because their trucks won’t even do 80 mph. They have governors on them.
Your Nutjob guy sounds like he wears tinfoil hats too. My goodness, what’s next?
My kid making factory is shut down too, FCM. Makes things much simpler and spontaneous!
I don’t have any funny rashes from plant matter, but for some very odd reason my neck, and just my neck is all broken out. What the hell is up with that?
I just had a brilliant idea! FCM! Since you have that big ol’ basement, you need to turn part of it into a pool room. Not just any ol’ pool room however. See, you could get a pool table and put the chandelier over the table. A pool table needs good light and you have the perfect lighting fixture right there! You could call it your Billiard Room, which you could get away with, cause what with the chandelier and all you could say you play Billiards instead of shoot pool. That’s much more classy. Now, your problem is solved. No need to thank me. My reward is in knowing how thrilled you must be right now. 
Now I’m off to the Pit to read VunderBob’s rantin’ and ravin’.
-swampbear (a Foosball table might work too!)
The are just darling shoes, too. Now I have to find a bag that matches them. And maybe a new shirt.
Of course you will also need a new belt to match the shoes and bag. As we all know, the key to dressing for success lies in knowing how to properly accessorize.
fcm and taters, isn’t it nice to enjoy the playpen withoug worrying about the baby carriage? Maybe we should start a club. 
bob, sprouting a few gray hairs since your run in with truck-driving maroon? I tell ya, we all should be drivin’ tanks on the interstates!
I think it’s time for another disinfection of the MMP what with all the rashes goin’ round. Lissla, grab the clorox and lets get to work!
Hmmmm, if what hokkaido brit says is true, maybe we should pool our resources and open up a Japanese Home Depot.
Tupug
Holy frijoles, people. When I don’t have internet access, you people just keep going, don’t you?
I just spent at least an hour traipsing through LJ to catch up on that, and here we are on page 2 of the MMP, it’s Wednesday, and I’m just making my first post.
BSMF and I went to Las Vegas for a few days. 2 people who really don’t like to gamble or shop were in the gambling/shopping/retail/consumer mecca of the southwest.
We probably should have just gone camping.
Those that haven’t fallen out because of impending fogeydom are definitely turning gray.
So, are you saying you didn’t gamble and win some mega jackpot that you’re going to share with your MMP pals?
Frankly, I have no desire to go to Vegas either. I’m with you, I’d rather go camping.
Three more days until Swampfest!
More MPSIMS-MMP than the Pit, but I’m happy to report that my letter to Trucking Company That Deserves My Wrath went into the mailbox at lunchtime.
Sean, the satisfying part of a pound of trucker’s butt is that it is to be extracted sans anesthetic, not what I do with it when it arrives… :eek:
Today is sweep/vacuum/mop/tidy day. I have to keep busy, or I’ll be popping in and out like a meerkat- “Are they here yet? Are they here yet?”. On the plus side, Attacks Husband stuck around until two-thirty, so I’m all tired out and woke up late. In a minute I should go pour water on Mr. Lissar and get him out of bed.
I will definitely put all the books on the shelves today, too. I will. They will not be stacked on the couch.
Oh, and Bumba, I am currently hoovering up the last of the gingersnaps, in preparation for my new box. Boxes. They make a fine breakfast.
I’m glad you enjoyed them my dear. Our Canadian bounty is long since gone, except for the rose petal jam. We’ve been inveigling random passers-by into tasting it. Wifey’s mother was up for Mothers Day last weekend and Wife gave her a taste without telling her what it was and she exclaimed “That tastes like roses and sugar!”
I told her “That’s because it is roses and sugar.” She gave me the patented MIL Look Of Disbelief[sup]TM[/sup]. Come to think of it, that’s the same look she had on her face at the wedding.
Hello HB, do you mind if I call you HB, just until someone comes up with a better nickname for you? Welcome to the MMP. Have you had all your shots?
Well Taters, maybe I’ll have to rethink my plans to hug your neck Saturday. Maybe just a laurel and hearty handshake?
I’ll have to read up on the perils of VB later, but I’m glad you weren’t smooshed Bob.
I save a lot of time by not going to LJ, Scout. Should I? Are they saying things about me over there? :eek:
There’re now two kitties at the shelter where I volunteer that look like this. It’s just SOOOO cute. I can’t help but laugh at them. That’s when they get that indignant look that you can see in the pix on the link. Just too funny.
No food stories, no rashes, no camping stories. Boy, I’m boring.
<snerk!>
Speaking of snerks, apparently we have been paying attention to the wrong part of the fortunes in fortune cookies:
Fortune Cookie Numbers win Lottery
22-28-32-33…in bed!
And, if you are really into cute cats, try this: