Pushing a Door Open Is for Saps

FCM, :smiley: :smiley: :smiley: :smiley: :slight_smile: :slight_smile: :slight_smile: :slight_smile: :slight_smile: That’s great news!

We do the Netflix thing too. We were really good about sending them back right away at first. Now, it seems we hang on to them longer than we should. However, you can’t beat the convenience of Netflix. I just wish they had newer releases.

Well, I’m all hot and somewhat “glowing”, so I think I’ll just get me a nice cold something or other to drink. I just got done planting flowers, and it’s pretty dang warm out there. It’s also getting muggy, which means we’ll see rain by tomorrow evening at the latest.

First off: Props to my buddies* -

YEAH, FairyChatMom! I’m really disappointed that you couldn’t get your Dream House built (because I have a similar goal in life), but I’m really glad you found one you can live with. You said you’re going to have a spare bedroom, right? Expect Lori and me to be knocking on your door next summer, or this coming winter, depending on how bad it gets. That inadvertant real estate speculation windfall is extra cool too.

Look swampy, you are a big, burly, manly man, right? Hell boy, you posted pictures once. I said to myself “Self, just be really glad that this guy is your friend, and not trying to pound you into paste.” Therefore, any thread you post in is manly enough for me. I will say I was sort of disappointed when I found out you were a guy, because when I thought you were a chick I really wanted to meet you. Not that I don’t want to meet you anyway, of course, but now there’s no possibility that we’d have any hot sex.

Taters: the “manly” stuff is just a gag. Or a hook, rather. I don’t really care, it’s just that I haven’t been “feeling the funny” this week.

I really like the rest of you too, but I’m running out of gas and probably would miss somebody if I tried to make a list. Somebody go wake up welby. I need some help designing a Nefarious Device.

Now for the actual post:

My girlfiend’s birthday is tomorrow, so I splurged and took her out for pizza and beer tonight.

I know, I know. That’s terribly extravagant. What can I saY?

I’m a hopeless romantic.

  • Isn’t that sort of crap annoying?

Okay, I paint my toenails regularly. Not because I’m worried about the fashion police but because at my age the old toenails are starting to look a little horny (cut it out any of you guys that may be lurking. It has nothing to do with sex). I’d much rather look at my toenails with three nice coats of Revlon’s Nail Slicks than old woman neked nails. I have terrific fingernails but I can’t stand them long anymore. No polish. Too high-maintenance.

Since the guys seem to be absent tonite, I’m exploring a skin-firming lotion. Anybody got any pointers?

I am not absent.

Yay, FCM! It really sounds like everything is falling into place. You must be on top of the world!

Ex, you are not yourself. Have you looked into some B-vitamins?? Maybe a nice neutral toenail polish?

Hey…where is everybody?? :frowning:

Most of us spend Saturday and Sunday trying to think of new things to write about on Monday. You know all the stuff about climbing mountains and pool parties? None of it really happens, we’re all actually social outcasts leading desperate little lives, alone and friendless in small, dark rooms. On weekends, we hunt through books for witty and clever conversations to claim as our own, watch 1950’s sitcoms so we can talk about our “family” activities and surrepititiously snap photos of strangers to pass off as our friends.

Any illusion of having a real life is a sham.

My, I’m cheerful today, aren’t I?

Hey - I have a life! Like this weekend already, we, um, went shopping. And today, if the sun comes out, we’re going to a crab festival.

Although at the moment, it’s overcast, my husband is sleeping, and I’m watching The Addams Family on TVLand while surfing.

That’s a life, isn’t it?

I’m doing self-motivational excercises for next weekend. Bloody everything is happening next weekend, and it exhausts me to think about doing it all. First, I’m working Friday and Saturday nights until 11. That’s okay.

And we’re moving next Tuesday.

And there’s an Arts and Crafts show opposite one workplace, and I have to go to it. There’s this amazing potter who makes teapots with little feet…

Then there’s a barbeque and ribs competition downtown. I have to go. I’m not missing barbeque for anything.

Finally, it’s my favourite nightclub’s ten-year anniversary and I want to go, and get a cute baby-tee with their logo etc. And dance my brains out.
I don’t think this can all be fit into one weekend. Oh, and Mr. Lissar has a grading and a tournament to go to, as well. I’m taking a lot of naps until Wednesday. I won’t have time to sleep until the Wednesday after.

Well, I was busy…I dropped my son off at his friend’s house, I did some grocery shopping, then I came home and cleaned a little. Then I had to go to a homeowner’s association meeting ( :rolleyes: ); then we went to our friend’s house to socialize and watch a movie. That was yesterday.

Today, well, I made some coffee, read my paper, started a load of laundry and was watching some movie about a french guy who’s lost in the desert and befriends a leopard ( :rolleyes: ). I have to get cleaned up, do some laundry, and then at some point we HAVE to go see the new Harry Potter movie because Mr. Taters promised my daughter. I don’t really want to go, but we did promise.

I was HOPING to squeeze a haircut in there somewhere today, but that’s not going to happen…again. Why is it that I have to follow everyone’s schedule or plans but mine?

Well, that’s been my stunning weekend so far…I don’t live a very exciting life either :frowning:

Ex, do you realise you spelled ‘girlfriend’ 'girlfiend?

Are you going to get in trouble? More trouble than usual, I mean.

well now, I’m in a quandry to post here or wait for tomorrow’s MMP. After all, right now it’s MA here, and waiting for the MMP tomorrow means waiting for a TMP, cos I’m on the other side of the goshdarned world! (Datelines and all that jazz). Or something…

Anyways, I’m going to be disconcerting and be manly AND girly at the same time by talking about hair and… hair! My hair is long, black, sleek, and kinda um… dirty, cos I should have washed it this morning but woke up late cos Dangerkid woke up at 4am and wanted snuggles, then wanted to sleep with mum and dad, but insisted on sleeping sideways in bed, which means feet on dad’s head and not much sleep for dad yawn.

And yes, curly. So curly that I can plait it into a nice queue and it doesn’t come undone (which was mui disconcerting for the ladies in the office that time I lost my hairband, cos they all tend towards very uncurly, very unplaitable hair and NEED their hair bands). When I don’t plait it, I get Shirley Temple ringlets, or sausage curls, and if Ramona was in my class here at schoo- er… work, she’d pull my ringlets and say ‘boing!’.

And yes, I’m a guy, with a hairy-chest and big stompin’boots for sssssquishing things that wriggle in the pantry! (that’s for Ex). But I’m not a muscly guy, cos I’m an artsy fartsy guy, hence the sleek black hair (with ringlets) (which are natural mind, cos I don’t care enough about my hair to do anything other than wash, gel and comb it down. Haven’t cut it in oooooh, eight years now).

And damn! I just went for lunch, but the dept store doesn’t have my toys yet! The one in town has them, but not here at Katong! Dammit!

maybe I should’ve waited for tomorrow to join this, a la Johnny-come-better-late-than-never!

dangergene, please post whenever you want. The description you gave of yourself just put you next on my list after Hugh Jackman, so perhaps you should warn Mrs. dangergene that you may be subjected to some harmless flirting. Long, black, curly hair, oh my. Be still my beating heart. :wink:

wny thank ye Ms Kallessa, I used to post wherever I liked, but then the wife rubbed my nose in it and made me clean up the mess, so now I just post in the assigned box over there in yonder corner.

Hmmm… Hugh Jackman? Well, the the 'Straylean bits is correct (as is the bit about being from Sydney), and the BIG BUSHY sideburns and the singing voice, but urm… I’m kinda short (about 170cm) and haven’t appeared in any Xmen franchise outings yet. and I don’t really dance all that well.

oh, and I’m not gorgeous sigh

but this being the internet and all, please phant’sy away and one day I’ll post a piccie and then you can all tell me how wonderfully dashing I am and boost my self confidence. (MrsDangerGene, yey, MasterDangerGene say tis ok for others to phant’sy, after all, tis naught but lost vibrations in the ether).

Until then, let’s all head off to Rue’s next MMP (y’see, given my proclivities toward threadkillin’, I’m concerned this might be the last post on this, so having been seven days and all, I’m welcoming others over the the thread to be and… I’m rambling, dear Og, I’m rambling. I need a damn hobby!).

-Los Gene-os!

You know, she might not have noticed, so thanks a big bunch for drawing special attention to it. It’s always nice to have my buddies looking out for me.

Sheesh.

You’re welcome. Here’s one of those smileys I know you love so much. :smiley:

Love and kisses,

Lissla[no caffeine yet]