Hey all. In Cincinnati now. Flew up on another really awful (read: too bumpy) flight last night. I was too late to lose my money on the Powerball lottery (now over $200 extremely large) but in time to have some bier at the Hofbrauhaus, where the 40 or so most inebriated folks in the place were dancing, sort of, along with the accordian music on top of their benches. I had a couple of tasty brews and some nuernberger wurstli, then left right after hearing songs like “Alice, who the f&ck is Alice?” and “Freebird” on the accordian. Very strange.
It was also strange to sleep in my Ohio house. It was already mostly packed, and very empty with no kids there, no toys on the floor, the bathrooms clean with no toothpaste dots on the mirror. It’s really a very nice house and my kids miss their friends and the neighborhood alot. This morning the moving company came and packed up the remaining items. They’re loading the truck tomorrow AM and then I close at 3 pm down near where I am now. Quick flight back to the Land of Hurricanes, Margaritas and Cuban Sandwiches and no more Cincinnati, maybe forever. This has me in a bit of a maudlin mood at the moment. Maybe I can think of something fun to brighten my day…
I am posting this from the Hyde Park Library in Cincinnati. This is the fringe of Rue country. I could just drive up 15 miles and tag him, once the tranquilizer dart worked it’s magic. What sort of radio collar should we put on him?
You could steal his trail mix. And I think we should put one of those collars on him that give him a shock if he wanders too far away. That way we’ll know he’s in place to post the MMP in a timely manner. I think the collar should be the same color as the Pink (which is really lavender)Fokker.
Now there’s a straight line in need of a rude enjoiner, Oh Ex!
The bit about Swampy’s butler being inna closet is another.
BTW, I went on an around-the-world cruise once, it woulda been a lot nicer, however, if there hadn’t been airplanes landing on the roof alla time. But anyway, those big ol’ boats don’t bounce much. We rode out a typhoon in the sea of Japan once, it was the only time the boat did any up-and-down at all. The poor destroyers alongside were going completely under water, or at least that’s what it looked like. The guys on the DDs said that’s what it felt like too. What I’m sayin is you prolly won’t need any dramamine or whatever.
I think Rue’s radio collar should play All-Cub-Scout-Music-All-The-Time! That’ll keep him in the mood to do all that scouty stuff with Soupo.
OK, so maybe that’s not all that clever, but it’s because I’m miffed. Angry, even. Some cheeselog swiped my flavored water from the fridge at work. I had my lunch sammich and my chips and I went to the fridge and my water was gone. I had to drink plain old water fountain water.
Stoopit water thief. I hope it caused him/her to burp loudly at a very inappropriate moment. :mad:
One of those carbonated burps that burn your nose? Wow, that’s quite a mean streak you’ve got there, FairyChatMom. Me, I have a baby fridge under my desk because it’s not the stealing that drives me crazy. It’s the people who leave tomato soup in there so long it greats you, every morning. I don’t suppose you’re allowed a fridge?
I don’t think so. I’ll just go back to carrying my stuff in a little cooler. Not only is it safe from the light-fingered, I don’t have to leave my desk to get a drink!
If I could just remember where I put it before the remodeling began…
What is this? I’m held away from the MMP (It’s not “mine” anymore, just “the” MMP. I don’t think it’s really “mine” right after I hit the “submit” button for the OP. I think of myself as the screw tied to a string you dunk in the sugar solution to make crystals in grade school.) for dog health reasons and I get back to find out you want to tranq me, tag me and steal my trail mix? You bunch of meanies!
But Shibb, I know how weird it is to come back to your house and it’s not really your house any more. When we sold our first house and moved back to Cincinnati I had to go back when the movers were packing us up. (The Little Woman got a Moving Allowance with the new job, so we could have professionals move us. That was nice.) They packed the house one day and then stuffed it into the van the next. So overnight in Indianapolis I had no bed. But the Moving Allowance covered a night in a motel. It was a fairly nice one. No complimentary chocolates on my pillow, but nothing scampered away when I turned on the lights either. That night I ate Seasame Chicken and watched Cartoon Network (really, I swear) on the free cable.
Then I went driving around until I found a bum and shot him just to watch him die. No, that was when I went to Reno. You have to shoot a bum just to watch him die if you spend a night in Reno. I think it’s a law. They have to bus the bums in now.
Only I’ve never been to Reno. I wonder what I was thinking of? Maybe the Seasame Chicken. It was some pretty good Seasame Chicken.
Don’t do that! Instead, place another bottle as a trap. But this time, make sure it’s filled with vodka. THEN lay in wait for the thief, and when they steal it, point out to the boss like types that the guy (or gal) is drinking at work.
What’s he gonna say? “I don’t drink at work, I steal from work!”
FCM I say treat yourself to a brand new mini cooler if you can’t find the old one. I bring one to work too, mainly because I’m cheap and it’s cheaper to bring sodas from home and also cause I like having it right by me when I want a drink or snack.
picunurse started a thread about my cruise! Check it out. Ain’t that sweet!
I come running in to provide the bump from the second page, and the MMP has already been posted to for today. Harrumph. No low-effort hero for me today. :mad:
You can be my hero vunderbob. My hero and my motivator. I need to pick up and vacuum. And I want to bake something today- but I am still sitting here reading the dope and drinking my hot tea.
Motivate me to get up and do something!
Now, misstee, you are just being sensible. Picking up and vacuuming should never be done whilst toting hot tea. Goodness! You could give yourself third-degree burns! :eek:
rue, I think you got it wrong. I think it’s Newark where you shoot a bum just to watch him die. An’ then only during “bum season” an’ you havta have a “bag-a-bum” permit. (I am so going to hell) :rolleyes:
swampy, I saw that thread but couldn’t think a nothin’ to add. You must be gettin’ real ‘cited’ by now.
vunderbob, you can be the hero next week when you’ll need to do double dooty <<snerk>> while swampy’s crisising.
I hate my job, I hate at least two of my coworkers, I hate refrigerator thieves, I hate Multiple Sclerosis, and I hate that damned neighbor kid with the super loud car stereo who thumps by my house at 2:30 am every night.
I can sympathize with FairyChatMom on the flavored water thing though. That stuff costs serious money. My girlfriend is on the downside of steroid treatment for an MS exacerbation and isn’t feeling so good, so yesterday I bought her some of the fortified flavored water she likes. It’s called Smartwater, but I didn’t feel so smart after paying about 10 bucks for six bottles of friggin’ water. Oh yeah, I also hate being responsible for giving my girlfriend the IV thing, because I’m completely incompetent and I’m terrified that I might screw up.
Now that I’ve done my best to depress the crap out of everybody somebody else needs to pop in and post something cheerful. I can’t, because I’m too tired. Do a guy a solid favor and make fun of welby or something.
Puggie, you and the rest of y’all are gonna be really lost next week. Iff’n ya look at my first post in this here thread, I said that I’ll be gone next week, too. Unlike Swampy, this is a bona fide seekert mission, not a mid-life crisis. If it’s successful, you’ll hear about it when I get back; otherwise I’ll expect the MMP regulars to avenge my death.
MissTee, are you one of those wimminfolk who do their housework nekkid? The tea could be real dangerous if you are…
