Does anyone want to come and kill the men drilling outside? Quasi-Daughter should be here in a minute (notice the ‘should’. Being on time is not among her many virtues), and we’ll buy paint and do the laundry and clean the kitchen and go grocery shopping maybe including to Whole Foods.
While Mr. Lissar sleeps through drilling.
Then we’ll come home and paint. It’s not a big room- we may be able to get both coats on tonight. If we can’t get it finished in one go we’ll finish tomorrow.
We have magnetic fridge poetry. We were all playing with it last night. “The true puppy said/bitter fiddle moon juice”, “I eat blood”, “Worship sausage repulsively”, “Ugly men have saggy hairy butts”, “I cook rust and want none”. Maybe we shouldn’t have fridge poetry. We’re like Dylan Thomas on crack.
:eek: It’s the gravity! I can’t help it! :eek: Ok, maybe I could shave my butt but that’d be hard to do.
I was that man Saturday night. Try “square dancing” after doing a shot. Fun times indeed! All I’m sayin’ is I’m kinda glad I probably won’t see a good 90% of those people ever again.
Lissla, I like your magenetic fridge poems! I’ll have to share some of mine.
My mom was visiting a few weeks ago. She gets up a lot earlier than I do, so she finds all kinds of trouble to get into while I’m sleeping. One morning I got up, and she’d rearranged my magnetic poetry . She sorted it out into positive and negative words (and colors, I think), and she was a little upset that it had more negative words than positive. So we went to the bookstore later, and I was looking at a set of magnetic candy hearts (not edible, just magnetic). It was more positive than my magnetic poetry, so she wanted to buy it for me. I had to talk her out of buying it, because I don’t really need magnetic candy hearts. I love my mom, but she’s a teeny bit odd sometimes!
Sean, yes, I do live in Troy. I went to RPI and just got sucked in to living there, even after I graduated. It’s cheap. And I do like it. If you were there back in the '80s, you probably went to the Notty Pine for pizza. I live about a block from there. The Notty Pine’s still there and still makes good pizza, but it’s no where near as popular as it used to be. Downtown, though, is making a comeback. New loft-type apartments are going in to old buildings. There’re some new stores and a cafe, and I’m really starting to like hanging out there. (Don’t know about anyone else, but they don’t really matter anyway, do they?) Come visit! I’m not giving up on getting MMPers to the area.
No more spring thoughts from me. Or deer-resistant plant thoughts. Or swampbeer thoughts. Or really any thoughts this morning. I think maybe it’s time for some coffee.
I think you got the spelling right. All I know is that it’s pronounced “evil liquid death.” taxi, my rocket scientist friend got all his degrees from RPI. Pretty quickly, too.
I went to school futher up the road in the Saratoga/Ballston Spa area, but it wasn’t Skidmore. It was a government privately run school where people that were too stupid to balance their checkbooks and pump their own gas learned how to harness the very primal forces of nature. I drank a lot up there. I think at the time I was there (84-85), Saratoga had more bars per capita than any other college town.
I don’t remember the pizza place, but like I said, that was twenty years ago. I’d love to get up that way again, but I have absolutely no idea when I could go. I did drive past it last January while on the road to Killington, though.
I just got an e-mail from our condo management person. Hold on to your spring bonnets - a coyote was seen on the condo premises. I am not making this up. First, the roadrunners come out to hunt and now this. Am I living in Cartoon Network? Should we begin construction on a fake wall with a fake tunnel?
I swear, if I see Goofy or Hello Kitty walking around, I may have to go to the looney bin. Not the looney tunes bin, mind you.
The mail guy just got here. I am eating Cocoa Almonds and sniffing the soap. Warm chai and cherry. Thank you soooo much. As soon as Quasi-Daughter gets herre (I told you she’d be late) we’re going to have an epic battle over whether or not she steals the soap.
I’m trying to get into the dulche de leche balls. Quasi-Daughter wants soap. She’s arrived.
beckwall’s moved to Looneytuneville and I got trees falling down around me. Well, a tree. A water oak just fell over into one of our driveways (we have two) at work. It fell the one way it wouldn’t damage anything. If it had fallen south, it would’ve taken out a utility pole and electrical lines. If it had fallen north or west, it would have landed on cars. It fell east where there’s nuttin’ but driveway. I’m just glad it ain’t my job to deal with the insurance and tree removal folks. Never a dull day around here.
Planting rabbits in the yard would help with the deer, but your mower might take a beating.
For the window garden, I’d go with herbs, it’s always nive to have some spare basil and thyme and oregano and stuff hanging around fresh, so much better than the dry stuff.
Scout, how long will you be in Vegas? Mrs. S. and I loved it out there, partially because we got hitched out there, partially because we love to gamble, and partially because of the altered reality of the place compared to the hometown. There is a lot to do, even if you don’t like to gamble, or get married. One of my faves was the trip over to Hoover Dam, if only to get a “this is my dam shirt” t- shirt. I’m so freaking easily amused.
Rue, you are getting a raw deal on the gnome, a promise is a promise, no matter how hideous and tacky the lawn ornamentation may be.
MMP deja vu… Over the weekend, Ms. Ministriker decided she wanted a new bike. Her old bike was perfectly fine, but she wanted a new one, so she could leave the old one at her grandma’s place. Since “old” bike was only about a year old, we said no new bike, unless you buy it yourself. So she counted her money, earned her allowance for the weekend, and voila, new bike. No intimidating name though, just Sea Spray… how girly.
Why’d he have to make the spelling so difficult, eh? Douglas Coupland says he types so slowly that he names all his characters with short names like Liz or Bill in the early drafts to save time. I like that. Doug is easy to spell.
You should see a doctor about that. rimshot Thank yooou, I’ll be here all week.
Staying completely on topic, I am proud to annouce that I have a sig now. I’ve never really used the thing, but for some reason I found this story over at CNN really amusing in a strange way, so here it is. It even deals with spring (that’s the on topic part (not that it matters)(I think I may be in the running for the most parentheses used in an MMP(go me))).
So, evidently, after you preview you have to re-check the ‘show my sig box.’ Learn something new every day around here. To go along with the theme of doing things I don’t usually do, here’s a ‘smack’ for me: :smack:
Gah! Why must be people be so freakin’ difficult ?!
I am working on a tasker from higher HQ. I need numbers, I have run up most of them, but require some assistance with one of the queries as the folks in this section don’t record stuff under some required fields. This individual is giving me grief. I want to be snarky and tell him a thing or two, but…since I need the info, I need to be nice. Ugh! Nobody in the section that requires this data records it the same way. I have duplicates, I have things that aren’t matching up, I have any number of variables to sort through and this needs to be completed and sent off by Monday. Standardization is what I have been preaching since arriving here, but NOBODY is listening. Or…if they’re listening, they’re not ACTING on it. They have the suckiest database ever. This database ties or is spooled from a corporate type of database that is very user unfriendly and the spools are not pulling down all the required fields. I do not have the expertise in this corporate database. I want learn it, but nobody has the time to teach it and there aren’t classes on it either.
There, I feel slightly better, not much, but slightly. I am cranky. I do not know why…and before any of the menfolk here even think it; it is NOT that time, it is not close to THAT time.
Some days I wish I could just afford to be a stay at home mom. But, on the other hand, I’d probably become bored within six months. There are only so many household projects before you run out them.
Bumba , I have not forgotten you. I plan on sending an e-mail to you very soon, I was just wrapped up in the bazillion other things I’ve got going on around me.
It’s only 10:15 and I’m hungry. I have almost 2 hrs to go before lunch.
It was and is cold today. I had frost on my car this morning. High temps are expected to be around 45 degrees F. Just a regular heatwave here :rolleyes: Where’s spring?
taters, dear, maybe you have SAD. You know, that lack of sunlight deficiency. What you need is a nice Caribbean vacation. You will no longer be cranky.
Heh, beck, maybe a wormhole has opened between your place and Disney MGM. Could happen.
swampy, did the tree get blowed over or did it just give up the ghost and tippy over? Did you see it happen? Did it make a lot of noise?
