TheFaerie wrote:
:eek: All four of you? Wow. Swampy, don’t let ACBG read this thread or he will think you were a piker on his birthday.
A flamethrower, a leaf blower, the only difference is one blows air and the other blows flame. Should be easy to convert. I’m just saying.
I’m guessing these are related.
Why yes, in fact, they are related.
And Bumba, pshaw! There is very little “better to do” than surf the internet and post to the MMP. I can’t believe you’d even hint that I might have better things to do! 
You all, and your flame throwers/1920’s style flame rays. Can’t anyone just burn down entire villages anymore? Hey, someone should resolve to resurect the lost art of setting entire villages aflame.
Untill I next see you (and burn your entire village).
I dunno, ashes. It may be it’s one of those manly secrets. I think so’s he wouldn’t buy springs what might launch the garage doors into the next county or, conversely, guillotine the cat.
Dang, I just can’t get motivated today. I’ve managed to take a shower, but I still need to do laundry and go purchase presents for my daughter’s birthday. Besides that, I need to get the fixin’s for a decent dinner tonight. I managed to skate through the entire weekend without any serious cooking. I don’t think I can get away with that tonight. I think I’m just plum tuckered out from all the holiday craziness. I just want to veg in my comfortable chair and read a book, but I can’t do it because I wasted yesterday.
Yesterday I had all these grand plans for taking down my rather crispy Christmas tree and other assorted Christmas decorations, but I let Mr. Taters talk me into playing World of Warcraft with him. Says he, “We’ll only play for an hour, then we’ll do our chores”. Criminy,…we played from nine in the morning until four thirty in the afternoon. We stopped long enough for me to prepare some dinner and do some laundry, then at 7:00 we were back at WoW. I cannot believe I wasted my entire day playing this game. :o I feel really, really guilty and now I just can’t motivated to do anything. My initial plan for today was to just relax before I went back to work tomorrow, and now I have to do all the stuff I was planning on doing yesterday. Cripes, I’ve got no one but myself to blame, and I’m paying the price today.
Oh well. On the weather front, it is really cold outside, but sunny with blue skies. We may see some snow this weekend, but the weather forecast changes every hour around here, so I’ll believe it when I see it. I really hope we don’t see any snow as I have to attend a funeral on Saturday morning and then we’re supposed to go out for dinner with some friends that evening.
Well, I better wash some clothes; I used the last bath towel when I took my shower.
So now you need a new garage door? Or did he track it down after he winged it? It could have gotten caught in the neighbor’s hedge, so it wouldn’t be a long track to find the winged door. But anyone strong enough to actualy wing a garage door could probably wing it way farther than the neighbor’s hedge, so who knows where it came down. Especially if there was a following wind.
You want to get rid of ten pounds. The cat weighs ten pounds. Get rid of the cat and your problem is solved. Glad I could help.
Quasi-Daughter wants a flamethrower, too. She isn’t allowed. Bad enough that she gets to play with swords in Tai Chi.
I think what you do with a Masters in Medieval Studies is teach, write books, and/or just go for a PhD. He’s definitely headed for a career in academia, no matter what happens. I think he wants to teach.
I think you should see if you can modify the leafblower into a flamethrower, Ex. Think of the possibilities! Two-in-one functions! Creme brulee ad leafblowing! Killing people and… more leafblowing!
Er.
Is it any wonder I was so tired Saturday that I slept til 9:00am, took two naps and was in bed asleep at 9:30pm? Talk about a busy night. 
In yet another one of those “scout really is an unknown side of my personality” moments, I too have to lose 7 pounds. But I do know where they came from - it’s called the last two weeks of December. But that’s alright - I have 6 days before I go out to dinner to the Melting Pot for a friend’s birthday…
And yes, I survived New Year’s. Or did I?
Susan
(or her ghost)
OK, I’m here - you can stop fretting.
I had to drag my sorry self out of bed at 5:20 after nearly 2 weeks of sleeping till at least 6!!! Since the doggie is now living with us, I need to get her out to water the lawn before I leave for work. I can’t leave her outside in the yard because she figured out how to escape - my sweetie saw her strolling across the front lawn after letting her out the back door. Silly puppy!
Anyway, I don’t make resolutions either. I don’t need the disappointment. And I am, after all, me - what more could I do to be more me?? I mean, really, once I achieved me, there was no where else to go. And I don’t need a flame thrower or even a leaf blower to be me.
In other news, um, I got nothing. Happy New Year!
Oh yeah, I forgot - I do have something. Remember my stunning chandelier?? I advertised it on a local community website, and I got a response. Someone named Becky wants to come see it this weekend. Here’s hoping…
Hello one and all! Here I am to save the day–not really, the Mighty Mouse theme just popped up in my head (and why not? it’s a good theme), so I typed it in. I realize that you all had MMPs while I was gone, I even read most of last week’s about everyone’s Christmas, etc. But I didn’t post to it because it was already really long and I didn’t know if anybody was still reading it and I want everybody to know about my Christmas so I’ll not be writing about my New Year’s until I’ve written about my Christmas. Which I’ll do forthwith. (Aren’t ya glad to have me back?)
Went down to my Mom’s for holidays with the family. Mom is doing well, recovering from the surgeries but grumpy about still being in pain. In fact, she’s a real pain about being in pain, but she’s old, and in pain, so I gave her a break. We managed Christmas morning breakfast without Mom doing it all by having my oldest nephew, Dave, come over to help. The novelty of having him in the kitchen enabled Mom to sit back and merely direct–had it just been me and/or a sister, she would have insisted we were doing it wrong (although we would have been doing whatever it is the way she taught us to), and then Mom would do it herself. She did handle the scrambled eggs, but she sat on her red stool (which is counter-high) so that wasn’t too bad.
Also, the babies arrived before breakfast was ready and Mom had to go hold one of them, so that helped, too. My neice’s twins were born on Dec. 6, and we figure that in their first month of life, they were held by someone approximately 20 hours a day. They were much anticipated and are now well loved. They are also the cutest, sweetest, most everything good babies the world has known in many years, but that may just be familial pride talking. No. On second thought, it’s the truth, even if I wasn’t related to them. They’re the best ever. Twenty baby toes!
All sorts of wonderful gifts were exchanged, my brother-in-law loved the dress up cow I gave him and another brother-in-law liked the container of “Joe’s Nuts” that I gave him. His name isn’t Joe, it’s Bob, but he got a lot of “Bob” stuff last year and I thought he might be tired of it. Actually, the brother-in-law that got the dress up cow isn’t legally a BIL–they’ve been together 17 years though, so we treat him like a BIL. Of course, he finally asked my sister to marry him on Christmas Eve, so if they can work out just who gets included in a family-only wedding ceremony, he’ll be my brother-in-law in the eyes of California et. al. (he wants parents only 'cuz he doesn’t get along with his sister, she wants all the way through neices and nephews, 'cuz we all get along. Mostly, at least.) Anyway, there’s lots more to this story–like why they’ve been together 17 years w/o getting married and the difference between a big diamond ring for a 40th birthday and a big diamond ring as an engagement ring, but for now, suffice to say, I’m happy for both of them and I’d better get to go to the wedding.
One of my best gifts to get was from my Mom and sister–they got me an Ipod!!! Yes, I did mean to use that many explanation marks, I didn’t want to shout, but I wanted to convey extreme excitement. I’ve had the thing in working order for all of two days and I already don’t know how I lived without it. The only reason I didn’t bring it to work is because I need to hear the phone and with music in my ears, I can’t do that. Now I just need to accessorize it. As a child, I never had (or wanted) a Barbie to accessorize, but now I’ve got an Ipod, so let the stuff buying begin!
In addition to a great breakfast (bacon, sausage, eggs, cubed new potatoes, toast, oj) we had a great dinner–prime rib, party potatoes (think mashed potatoes with cheese and cream cheese and baked–very, very good), veggies, crab salad, orange jello salad (think orange sherbet dessert if jello distresses you), and, of course, more opportunties to hold the babies and count their cute little baby toes. Oh, and my aunt’s frosted sugar cookies. Yum.
Let’s see, what else? Ran into an old friend, spent several hours catching up and drinking champagne, spent a lovely day with youngest neice at the mall without her trying to ditch me or get me to buy her an uncensored CD, let my youngest nephew drive my car and agreed to sell it to him if he still wants it when I want to sell it, told his older brother (my middle nephew) that he could crash at my place if he wants to check out the music scene in Portland, but only if he did his own laundry (if it’s not music, he is the laziest boy in the world), and in general I had a good time.
I know you are all hanging on to each word with anticipation, but I’ll save my NYE stories, and my acerbic but hilarious replies to things previously posted, for another post. Just because I can. 
Rue darling, sweetie pie, punkin’ butt; you know perfectly well it’s not random weight I want to lose. I mean, if it was just any old weight, I could misplace my car and be lighter by a thousand pounds. But somehow still heavier than most actresses.
Today’s faculty meeting was canceled! Wha-hoo! Of course I now have absolutely no excuse to not go to the gym. Dammit.
What exactly on your Mom did you break, Kallessa?
Sorry I’ve not posted, I’ve been busy on one of my own resolutions:
A couple of semi-news items around here:
I had to work very late on Friday and again for most of the day on Saturday. But the weather is so nice that the Shibbletts spent a good chunk of Saturday at the beach and we all got down to the beach on Sunday for many hours. So the weekend wasn’t a total loss.
One of our first hamster pair, Gigi, was a leetle beetch (she bit!) so they trader her in for a new hamster, Esmé, who we’re still adjusting too. Anyway, The Girl kept complaining about all of the loud squeaking coming from the cage at night. So last night I’m trying to decompress and I stay up too late watching bad movies I’ve recorded. The hamster cage is out by me and every now and then I hear some frantic squeaking coming from the cage. Now I’m no expert on rodents, although one might easily make that mistake, but I would have to guess that there is a good chance that a) Esmé is not who we think she is or b) Esmé and Gigi are violating the sanctity of marriage. Maybe we’ll rename them Ellen and Martina.
Oh, and I found out I spent $5,000 over the weekend without realizing it. I’m hoping I can get that back.
I still think you’re all just jealous of my electric quesadilla maker.
Pffft.
Hey, hey- I had a hot dog cooker once. Now that was a one-use cooking device.
Did it have a bun warmer, or did you have to do that with a different appliance?
Kalley, she has 19 husbands. One of them should be making sure she has warm buns.