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Bumba, will this be your ensemble for the Meet Swampy Quest? If so, we’ll be able to pick you out of the crowd with ease. Everyone will know that’s our lost Or-ee-gonian.

Well, I must cook dinner now. Just got home from work and stopping at the grocery store. We were out of food, according to the family. :rolleyes:

Conversation this morning w/kids who are on spring break:

Me: Did you eat breakfast?

Older Child: Uh, no. There’s nothing to eat.

Me: What do you mean, isn’t there some cereal there? I know we also have oatmeal and eggs.

Older Child: There isn’t much cereal.

Me: Okay, what about eggs?

Older Child: I can’t cook eggs! I don’t want oatmeal.

Me: :rolleyes: What do you mean you can’t cook eggs?! You can make Baked Alaska, but you can’t fry or scramble up some eggs?

Older Child: They never taught us how to cook eggs!

Me: Puh-lease, you’ve watched me make eggs bunches of times. Plus, you’ve done it before.

Later that day:

Me: Did you eat lunch?

Older Child: Uh, no…there’s nothing to eat. We don’t have any bread either.

Me: There are leftovers in the fridge, there’s soup, there’s Top Ramen.

Older Child: I don’t want soup or Top Ramen.

Me: I want you and Bryan to eat something besides candy. Eat a nutritious lunch for cripes sake!

As I’m typing this, the older child is saying, “I DID have a burrito, Mom”. “How come you’re changing our conversation, Mom?”. My reply to her, “This is exactly how our conversations went, and you know it.” She thinks I made her look like, and I quote, “an idiot”. This is not true. We all know this is typical teenager behavior.

Well, I must cook now.

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Home from work. I’m trying to decide if my new shirt makes me look fat or not. If I even suggest that it does, Mr. Lissar will make loud noises about how he was forced to marry me, and didn’t have any choice, and now he’s suffering having to listen to me complain.

Nevertheless I feel like doing some more crunches.

We were reading Sedona: The Journal of Emergence! at work. It’s very funny. Greetings, advanced earthlings, from the Ashtar Intergalatic Space Command. We are approaching total world Christ-Conciousness. Also I communicate with dolphins and crop circles." The bad thing is that I am not making any of that stuff up. Did you know you can cure Altzheimer’s by ‘being your emotions’? And that St Francis really wants everyone to take his/her vitamin supplements and avoid corn syrup?

So there’s your dose of total unreality for today.

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That was ummm… enlightening Lissla Since I’m not going in to work today I was missing my daily dose of unreality. Thanks. I think. :smiley:

Just poppin’ in to say good Friday morning y’all! Soon I have to pretty up and stuff so I can go get on an aeroplane (actually two aeroplanes but not at the same time. I get on one at the local airport and then on another at the Etlanner airport) and go where LifeOnWry is, or near there anyways. I’m excited! My niece is gettin’ married and I get to meet LifeOnWry!

Have a great weekend everybody! I’ll report on all the festivities when I get back.

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Oh, don’t start with that now! You know what is within “stopping-by” distance of Columbus? url=http://boards.straightdope.com/sdmb/showthread.php?t=304815]TornaDope. But are you coming? Nooooo! “Oh I’m busy with something or other.” Bah! I pout. I sulk.

And don’t worry about the shirt Lissla, it doesn’t make you look fat. It’s a nice shirt. It accentuates your feminine radience and beauty.

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Wow. What crappy coding. No one’s going to take the time to track through that mess. So:
TornaDope
Now while I’m pouting and sulking I can be chagrined.

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Bye, swampy!! Have a great time and hurry back to tell us all about it. :slight_smile:

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Hope I caught the bear before he went off to gussy up. My, my, bumba, now I’m curious as to what YOU’D where to a bear meetin’.

Personally, I don’t worry overmuch about anybody droppin’ by my neck of the woods. Seems like everyone eventually is drawn here by the call of the mouse. So, no…no poutin’ round here. Nope.

liss, could you extrapolate on that…whatever it was you were talking about? Thanks. BTW, try your shirt on first thing in the morning and then see if you feel thinner in it. (That’s before all the internal stuff has a chance to drift south, if ya know what I mean.)

taters, that reminds me of one of my pet peeves about the Anachi offspring. It’s the old “gaze into the open fridge for hours waiting for something to appear” syndrome. The amazing thing is that this will be done repeatedly. As if the fridge fairies come when the light goes out or sumpin’. :rolleyes:

gt, “froggies” and sketti sauce? Cheese froggies? Hmmmmm, I usually have em fried with a dollop of sour cream. That does sound interesting, though.

Last night Mr. Anachi told me I need to get a second job to pay for the new furniture HE wants to buy. :confused: :dubious: Soon as he takes over my “wifey” duties such as feeding the lifeforms, I’ll consider it. (not)

I’m thinkin’ hot cheese pizza from Victorio’s-around-the-corner for dinner tonite.

Tupug (Yum)

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I had some spinach-walnut tortellini in a garlic sauce (made by me! …welll, the sauce was. The tortellinis were from the very cool food coop.) for dinner last night. Very good dinner, right? Then I had to ruin what had been a well-behaved food day by eating about 1/2 a bag of chocolate chips. <sigh> I can’t even blame PMS.

And then after that, I somehow got myself roped into making cookies for a concert thingy that the chorus from my former college is putting on at my church (still not entirely sure of the connection there… it’s not me) AND making brownies for some folks from my church to take to a mission-house-type place. There’s going to be a lot of baking going on at the taxi residence. This’ll give me an excuse to eat more chocolate chips. It’s a good thing it’s nice out today so I can go for a walk at lunch with one of my coworkers. (And I went to the gym this morning too. Goodbye choco chip-induced pounds!)

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I’d answer you, but I’m busy having a tantrum at the moment. It’s a real good one, complete with lying on the floor and drumming my heels while screeching in a really annoying fashion. You’d be truly impressed if you saw it. It’s all just because swampy will never be coming to Albany, and therefore won’t be sitting on my deck chatting with Angel Pants while I grill them steaks and feed them beer. Crying shame, that.

I’ll just hang out with taxi. I’ll bet I could keep her feet warm.

It’s pink hot pants, not a tutu.

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I can’t do a search right now; I need to actually do some work before surfing for shoes online (go figure!). It seems I can’t buy shoes without money and I have no money if I’m not working. A terribly vicious and unfair cycle, if you ask me, when I obviously should have been born independently wealthy. :smiley:

Anyway, I have a similar problem with all the strappy sandals that are everywhere right now. Not that my feet get cold, but that I work in a relatively conservative corporate environment, and although I could and did at the last job, I don’t think I can get away with open-toes here.

But all is not lost! They still have lots of mules and sling-backs and kitten-heeled pumps with pointed toes that are darling and colorful and work great with the new skirts. When I have a minute, I’ll try to find some links for you.

Actually, yeah, it kind of is. I don’t like the shiny fabric or the color scheme.

I don’t know, it’s gotta be pretty bad when even the model doesn’t look good in it.

And the pink shoes! Pink! What were they thinking?!

I can’t figure out how women walk in this without falling down all the time. But never mind comfort, or the lack therof; they’re hideous.

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So many places to go with this… can’t think of appropriate response. Many inappropriate ones, but nothing appropriate. :smiley:

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This is so embarrassing, but…

I would wear the Moo Shoes. Mainly because I could point at them and say, “Look! I have Moo Shoes!” What can I say, I have a thing for silly. They don’t really look uncomfortable, either, but when you’re not quite 5’2" tall, you learn to adapt to heels early, lest you be trampled in a crowd.

I am not wearing silly shoes tonight, though. Swampy says he’s going casual, so I am too. Just jeans and a cute little patterned top that will disguise the nacho dribbles.

I’m meeting swampy!!! Yay!

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Totally not fair. swampbear, come to Toronto. Bring Ex, scout, Rue, FCM… heck, bring everybody.

I sometimes think it would be really nice to be able to have huge screaming tantrums in public. I guess I could technically do it, but I’d feel embarrassed. Just a big screaming-and-crying-and-shouting fit when I don’t get my way, or we don’t have cookies, or no one will buy me a wallaby.

If you haven’t read Sedona magazine, I seriously suggest stopping at a magazine shop and leafing through a copy. It’s the funniest thing I’ve read since the Teen Angst poetry book- which, incidentally, I have bought for Driving Husband on Quasi-Daughter’s behalf.

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Do any of the women here remember the Candies shoes that were popular in the late 70’s, early 80’s timeframe. I had a pair of those. They were very cute then. Those Moo Shoes sort of remind me of them. I wouldn’t be caught dead in a pair of them now.

I’ve probably missed Swampy for today, but I’ve been keeping Mr. Taters all abreast of of what’s going on with the Meet Swampy Quest next month. I’ve been showing him this thread and the other Swampbear Stalks Seattle thread. He said it is sooooo cool that we try to make a point to meet each other like this. He said it would be very cool if the Seattle deal turns into a large party. He is most definitely going along. He’s good for a lot of laughs too. He’s one of those people that is always laughing and makes others laugh too.

I can’t throw tantrums in public. Just too…reserved, I guess. However, when I do become extremely irate, people know it. It’s just not pretty, at all. I kinda scare people when I’m like that. I don’t know, I don’t think I look scary. I know you’ve only met me once scout, but did you think I looked scary?

Well, I have a big tasker to wade into. I better get crackin’.

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Have I mentioned that they’re replacing the streetcar tracks on my street? It bears repeating. They are jackhammering right now. I get to go past them to do laundry.

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If I was a tantrum throwing person, I’d be throwing one today. Lack of sleep all week because of work stuff + even worse work stuff happening today=cranky, cranky Susan.

I do have a good thing to say, though. I was in a brown bag lunch thing with a VP (ya know, one of those get to know/talk to the person above you things). Anyway, at the beginning we all went around the table and introduced ourselves. I knew the VP by face, but I am so shy that I’ve never asked for an introduction - the awe factor (“he’s a VP!”). Anyway, it gets to me, I introduce myself - and VP says “M(my boss’ boss - not his real name) is always raving about you”. Wow. Very cool. So that’s a work happy.

But today is not a work happy day. So to make it a happy day overall, I am going to bake something tonight. I was originally going to make muffins, but I’m in the mood for a stronger sugar rush. Suggestions?

Susan

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Chocolate cake. With extra icing.

Have I mentioned that they’re tearing apart my street? My floor is shaking. I’m trying to decide if I should stay self-sacrificingly because Mr. Lissar is sleeping, and he has to endure it, or phone Driving Husband and ask if he wants to hang out. Attacks Husband is sadly finishing schoolwork for the next five days. A brooch, a ring, and two necklaces. I think. I hope he doesn’t burn his fingers off.

Actually, they’re doing it about forty feet away. Tomorrow should be right in front. Tomorrow will be hell. Maybe Mr. Lissar should sleep at my parents’ house over the weekend.

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Sorry to hear it, Lissla. It’s a fine day here, what with being all bright and sunny and (comparably) warm.

My boss called in sick today. coughGolf flu.cough My coworkers have left (picking up daughter, picking up car from shop, minor brain surgery) and I just looked out the window at all that beautiful sunshine and decided that I don’t feel all well that myself just now.

1.5 hrs sick time.

Save your moralizing, they owe me. I’m out, guys. Have a great weekend.

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There seems to be quite a bit of the golf flu going on around here this afternoon too. Most of my coworkers are commissioned so they can come and go as they please (of course, they don’t make money when they’re not here… oh, that’s right… they’re “networking” on the golf course) and on sunny Friday afternoons there’s a lot of golf flu.

But Ex, what exactly is “minor brain surgery”? I have to say, if MY brain were involved, it certainly wouldn’t seem minor.

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Home alone again on a Friday… poor poor me…

Actually, it’s for a good reason. My sweetie is going straight from work to my mom’s house. This is the weekend, at last, of the french drain installation. I can’t go because I have my pottery class in the morning. And since my bro, BIL, and at least 2 sisters will be there, I won’t be missed. Plus my sweetie and BIL plan to start digging tonight, making tomorrow, in theory, a shorter day. Which should mean he’ll be home earlier than, um, later.

We had a going away thing at work today - 11 of us descended upon Pizza Hut for their lunch special. Before anyone makes rude sounds or comments about the restaurant choice, let me just say that Dahlgren, VA doesn’t have much of a restaurant trade. The Hut is about as good as it gets. I usually carry lunch… But it was nice enough, and it killed a chunk of time in the middle of the day, so that’s good.

It’s drizzly, the dog and cat are crashed, and I’m trying to decide if there’s anything constructive I can do. I’m sure there is. Am I going to be constructive? Probably not. I might make brownies - gotta have something for dinner, right?

Of course right. (Name the movie/song that features that line)

HAPPY FRIDAY!!!