Too bad you live in The Great White North.
“You’re from Universal Power? Meet Mr. 12 Gauge and his faithful Boxer companion, Shredder…”
ETA: First on the page! w00t!!
Still waiting to hear if my rig is done.
So far, I’ve managed to take a shower. I really should make better use of my day.
Um, Li-Li, aren’t what those people doing against the law up there? Doesn’t your version of the state attorney general do something about those kinds of practices?
I had a big scare and was in tears last night. I was at the Y, getting ready to do my last set of abs when I noticed my diamond solitaire was not on my finger. 
I freaked out. I looked in every spot that I had been to, every machine I had worked at, the track, and even went to the front desk, twice, to ask if someone had turned it in.
When I didn’t have any luck, I had to go tell my husband that I had lost the solitaire. I just about broke out in tears when I was telling him. Our buddy was with us and he decided that would be a good time to quit the workout. I was trying hard not to lose it in public, and I managed to keep it under control.
We got home and I was tearing the house apart in hopes I could find the ring. Finally, as I was going through a laundry basket that I pulled socks from, I saw my ring just sitting there. Just before I found the ring, I had tears streaming down my face. I’m sure you can imagine my relief when I found the ring.
Since my weight loss, my rings have been getting rather large. I had purposely moved my solitaire over to my middle finger just because it was slipping constantly and I was afraid of losing it. For now, I’m just going to take it off until I can get it resized and soldered to my anniversary band.
The ring was not cheap. Although it’s insured, the ring held a lot of sentimental value, obviously.
Dotty, you can keep your heat. That’s just too much.
When I got up out of bed this morning, the sun was out. Now, it’s clouded over again and getting a little breezy.
That’s okay – mine are for free karaoke songs, merchant mariner tax prep, and Alicia Keyes ringtones, respectively. An eclectic bunch, to say the least. 
Mine are for BBQ accessories, eating disorder help, and pressure and temperature gauges…none of which belong together.
My financial aid appeal was denied. Boss Lady is finding Negative Lady to go down to the office with me. There will be blood. There will be nothing for VBob to transport when I’m done with them.
Just one. goddamn. semester. left.
Well, after Taters’ tale of finding her diamond ring (whew!), mine are now for diamond jewelry. :dubious:
“Designer Engagement Rings”, “75% Off Diamond Solitaire”, and “Diamond Engagement Rings”
[del]Were we even talking about diamonds at all?[/del]
never mind
Well, now we are. I’ve got “Live diamond auction” in addition to the others.
Diamonds diamonds diamonds diamonds diamonds diamonds diamonds diamonds diamonds diamonds diamonds diamonds diamonds diamonds diamonds diamonds Ring! Ring! diamonds diamonds diamonds diamonds diamonds diamonds diamonds diamonds diamonds diamonds diamonds diamonds diamonds diamonds diamonds diamonds diamonds Ring! Ring!
Much better(?):
“Jesse Jackson News”, “Barack Obama Exposed!”, and “Barack Obama Sucks?”
I get:
Buy no trespassing signs
Ask a lawyer Online Now(Power guy ignored my sign, was it ok to shoot him?)
Spooled Wire & Cable(I hung him from a powerline, buzzards gotta eat, same as worms)
I cleaned, I napped.
Glad you found your ring, Taters.
And I get ads for low cost mailbags. Harumph! 
I’m through for the day. YAY!!!
I’m hongry. What to do for dindin…
Home - lawn is mowed, and the critters are about to be fed. Supper will be something with chickie tits, Amish corn, and mebbe some Amish 'maters. I’ve also got a bag of cukes that someone left in the break room with a “help yourself” sign. I loves me some cucumbers.
After supper, mudding. rah.
Is it Firday yet??
I feel left out–I have no ads to entertain me.
Sounds like a new advert for them!
Now I have no ads.
I have “Jesse Jackson News”, “Barack Obama Exposed”, and “Hugh Downs Reports” for ads.
I FINALLY got my blog changed around yesterday! I really like how it ended up looking. Plus I also renamed it. 
The name cracks me up. My Blog
I’ve been working since 1 p.m. so far today at work I have:
-Gone through 3 magazines that I brought from home
-Tossed up 2 blog posts
-Traded emails with co-workers
-Changed clock battery
-Got caught up on all my blogs
-Transfered the newest schedule into my planner.
I wonder what I’m going to do until 10 p.m. I brought some recipes along to sort and type up, that should keep me busy for a while. I live such an exciting life. :rolleyes:
I’m still getting diamond rings.
I’m going to try to trick google now into thinking about sushi.
Again, hopefully Google doesn’t know something that I don’t know. 
Maki and nigiri and sashimi and inari and chirashi, and all kinds of california rolls and unagi and ebi and toro and ahi and hokkigai. Mmm… I could go for some sushi right now. Sushi sushi sushi.
Almost Quit O’Clock. Maybe, if no one comes by to talk to me for the next 30 minutes, I can actually leave by 5pm for the first time in a week.
Me too. Guys, I’ve already got diamonds.
Not that I’d object to more, though.
It would be a pleasure to whack one of those guys. Unfortunately in Canuckstan we can’t.
Back from the doctor, who is positive it isn’t dairy. So I’m going to eat cheese for dinner. She thinks it’s some kind of low-grade infection, and we’re going to run some tests and maybe consult with a specialist.
She also (we both, really) think it’s ridiculous to take Nat to a doctor because while I’m explaining how I think he’s sick he’s grinning and bouncing, and she says he looks nine months old, easily. Not sick-looking. I agree. It’s just the night and sleep and stuff. In every other way he’s perfectly fine.
Actually- we’re getting sushi tonight to celebrate my daughter no flipping out when she had a cavity filled. This is no minor achievement for her!
Update! Dad is off O2, breathing easy and no longer manic on steroids. Mom is doing better and might be discharged tomorrow.
So, I"m happy for them. Dad will go to a rehab place, most likely, to recupe and to let my mom get stronger as she’s his primary caregiver. There is a nice one nearby that he’s been to before after surgery etc.
I can’t say thanks enough for all the kindnesses you all have extended to me and my family.
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no, and no desire to, either.