Hello, all! And that’s all I’ve got to say for the moment.
Saw won, ha saw! KIYAAAAAAAAAA!!!
Saaaaaay…you aren’t related to Dangergene by any chance, are you?
Would that be a bad thing?
(But seriously, me no Merikan, who be Dangergene?)
He hasn’t popped in for a few weeks. He’s an MMPer with a distinctive frenetic posting style. I can’t even imitate it. Anyone?
Lissla just fyi, it’s picunurse with the plethora of pillow cases. I got quite a few myself, but they match my sheets so you can’t have those. Speaking of sheets, ACBG once made a very loud comment to the fact that there are two brand new sets of sheets (with matching pillow cases) unopened in my closet. He thought that was worth commenting upon because there are also four sets of sheets (with matching pillow cases) that are opened in my closet. I rotate them. I take the dirty sheets off the bed, throw them in the washer, take out a clean set from the closet, freshen 'em up in the dryer and put those on the bed. Doesn’t everybody do this? The two unopened sets are there because they were on sale and I liked 'em so I got 'em for when I decide I need to replace sheets that are on the sheet rotation. They do wear out after a while. See, it’s all perfectly normal. Either that or I’m just really, really, really, really gay. Nah, it’s normal. All perfectly normal. Right?
Frantic? Who says I’m frantic? Huh? Fren…
Oh…
(reaches for dictionary)
I’ll take Really, Really, Really, Really Gay for $200, Alex. 
I am a single woman who owns two sets of sheets. One on the bed, one in the hamper. But then, I’m also a single woman who never shares the bed with anybody but the cats.
Now I’m depressed. sigh
Now that I’ve checked the meaning of ‘frenetic’ 
, I too had a good weekend. Most weekends are good. Come to think of it, most days are good. And nights. And…oh, my point.
Saturday I tested out my new toy, a cool new compound bow. Shot a piece of paper full of holes.
Did I say most days were good? Well, Friday was not one of the most. Okay, the day was good, but the golf score was terrible. Drove like a Tiger, chipped like a hippopotamus.
Official Oktoberfest in München this year is Sept 17th to Oct 3rd. So it’s right on time, swampy
And I’m going to have to go with really, really gay (I wouldn’t have, but my only other option was “normal”.) This is coming from the guy who has different sets of sheets for different seasons. (Not different materials, mind you, just different colors.)
What? No comment about the great pleasure of spending Saturday afternoon with me?? 
Draelin, I only have two sets of sheets too. Well, actually that’s not true. I have two “summer” sets and two flannel sets. So I actually have 4 sets, but they only get used two sets at a time - one in use and one waiting to be washed. I don’t have any backup sets still in their packages, though, **swampy **so I think that might say something about you. Not saying specifically what it says, but it does seem that it might indicate something.
I started off Monday morning with a staff meeting. Boy, is that a fun way to start off the week. We - the staff - are working to make our “secret” database searchable for Them. However, They don’t understand the technological limitations of databases. They expect to press a magic button and have all the work done for Them. Boy, wouldn’t that be nice??
Also, my tummy is upset, and it makes me sad. It was like this yesterday too, but I know what caused it yesterday.
And I just spilled milk all over myself. I was wearing my favorite shirt, too, but I don’t want to risk smelling like bad milk all day.
In last week’s thread, gardentraveler was nice enough to ask me about my half marathon on Saturday. I figured I’d answer here, since it’s now Monday.
On Saturday I went to Camp Pendleton to run a half marathon. I got there pretty early, because I hadn’t pre-registered. When I walked to the registration area, there were a few runners milling about, but the area was COVERED with Marines ready to volunteer for the race. There were tons of guys in camoflauge pants and race t-shirts. I felt a little out of place!
Anyway, the race was on fire roads, which is a nice way of saying wide dirt roads. I’m not sure there was a single FLAT stretch throughout the race. We were either going uphill or downhill. I kept track of all my times at each mile, and it’s hilarious. On the downhills, I clocked mid-nine minute miles. When I was going uphill (and walking at times) it was mid-ten to eleven minute miles. So I was pleased to see my final time of 2:11, which was much quicker than I figured I’d finish. It’s still not my best performance, but I really wasn’t expecting that - something about not being in as good of shape as I used to be or something. I checked online results, and it turns out I came in 24th in my division (F30-34) out of 50. So at least I was in the top half!
BAH! I be y’all wait til you’re down to your last roll of toilet paper before buyin’ more. Plan ahead I say. Besides, they were on sale. And they match the bed spread. Ok, maybe I am just really, really, really, really gay. Maybe that explains why I had to have the bed spread set (it came with ruffle, pillow shams and curtains) that cost almost five hundred bucks rather than the one that was only a couple hundred. It was the only one that looked good! It went better with the furniture. I’m so glad I did that before I met you know who. If he’d been with me when I bought it he would have had a hissy! Ah, what does he know! It ain’t like he woulda had to pay for it.
Lissla I had the plain Miss Vickie’s. See, I pretty much like just plain ol’ chips. Although sometimes the salt and vinegar or the dill kind are pretty good. Somebody gobbled his down and was eyeing mine really hard last night. I made sure they were still there after he left, then I ate 'em. After I ate 'em I called him up to tell him. I felt it was all for the good of my own tater chip enjoyment to go ahead and eat 'em.
If I had any idea how to make some German type food (and I hate! hate! hate! sauerkraut), I’d hold Oktoberfest by the pool this weekend. It’s gonna be warm enough still to be at the pool. That could be fun. Reckon boiled peanuts could figure in to Oktoberfest?
My titanium hip aches after reading about scout’s half-marathon. That makes it sound like my hip read the post. Well, it didn’t - I’m not sure why it can’t read or make scrambled eggs since the thing cost about $47,000.
We went to the KROQ (world’s greatest rock station!) Inland Invasion and saw 10 bands in 10 hours. I wrote a post about it, but nobody replied. Sigh.
It’s going to be 100 degrees today. Hurray for Indian summer!
You know, we should make a movie of Rue’s life. We honestly should.
Who would play Rue DeDay?
scout, at least you can run a marathon. I would collapse after the first mile, I think.
swampy, I have four sets of sheets and one of them is flannel. None of the sheets are brand new. I just cringe every time I think about buying sheets. Why are they so damn expensive?! In fact, I need to wash sheets tonight and put the flannel set on my bed. It’s getting slightly chilly here at night.
Also, since my mommy is German I grew up eating and cooking German food. Sauerkraut can be good, but it must be prepared correctly. Dumping it out of a can or jar and heating it up until it’s warm is not the correct way to prepare sauerkraut. It must be slow cooked in a crockpot with onions, taters, pork and just a tad of caraway seeds. It makes your house smell like farts, but it does taste good. Really though, cooked red cabbage with apple slices is my favorite though. Sauerbraten, jaeger schnitzel, wiener schnitzel, spaetzle, potato dumplings, and such are all quite yummy.
Well, I need to get to work. I have a ton of crap to do here in the next couple of days. It’s going to be a late night at work…sigh.
Wow, it must really be exciting living at the edges of the jungle. We only have domesticated, tamed paper over here. All it ever does is sit in my in-basket, demanding action. As annoying as that certainly is, it’s not just cause for shooting it full of holes with a compound bow. But I don’t live anywhere near a jungle.
Now throw in a couple of non-sequitors and the type-written equivalents of noises, and you have an idea of what dangergene sounds like. But only a hint.
If I make beer brats and German potato salad, would that be Oktoberfesty enough? I could dress ACBG in lederhosen and have him serve everybody. Ok, maybe I’ll let him wear some shorts too. Hee! I’m gonna suggest this when I see him tomorrow. He has a meeting tonight so I’m going to Men’s Steak Night at my church. That’s when we all bring steaks to grill and our own libations of choice. Somebody brings the salad and taters and fixin’s and we all chip in to pay for that. It’s always a fun couple of hours.
I just had a Quarter Pounder from MickeyD’s. It was good. I haven’t had one in a long time. I ate some MickeyD’s. That should make donkey happy.
I think it’s the Really really really really gay thing too. I have two sets of sheets for summer (cotton) and 2 sets for winter (cotton jersey - a little warmer). I have two beds: one guest bed and mine. I share it with DogDad and CurrentDog. CurrentDog is currently living under the delusion that the entire bottom 2/3 of my half of the bed is his sleeping space. We are Working On Disillusioning Him, which is usually accompanied by sound effects as CurrentDog carries on a running conversation with us when we do this. (And where he learns such language I do not know. I think maybe the neighborhood dogs are having a bad influence on him.)
Hm. All this discussion of sheets reminds me. Time to flip the mattress and change the sheets!
Thanks, swampy!