We’re going to Myrtle Beach Shibb. Only not Myrtle Beach since we’re gonna be south of there. We’re really going to Pauly’s Island. I’ve never vacationed on an Island before. I hope I like it.
Oh yeah, Duke, they know about spline, but I’m talking about spline. You see the difference, don’t you? Yeah, I thought you would.
I know about spline, cause I’ve fixed winder screens before too. I bet Ex was happy about the MMP cause it started out all manly talkin’ bout fixin’ stuff. Stuff he knows about fixin’ even. I even fixed a screen door for a friend once cause he as all distraught over a whole he had accidently made in it (he knocked a whole in it with a rocker on a rocking chair he was bringing inside. I don’t know how he did it, I think it’s a special talent that only he has) and was carrying on something fierce over who he could call to fix it. Really he just went on and on and on. So I fixed it. He made me a cheesecake (he makes good cheesecakes!) so I got the better end of that deal, I tell ya.
Rue you’ll like Pauly’s Island. I’ve been there. It’s real nice. Not real buggy at all. The G8 Summit is going on over at the Georgia coast this week. My friends in Savannah tell me the place is just crawling with The Man. Glad I ain’t there.
I went to Americus, GA this morning for a meeting. They had Krtispy Kreme doughnuts so it was a good meeting. Today it’s rainy which is good cause it keeps things cooler which is good cause the AC at work still ain’t fixed! The HVAC guys won’t win any awards for speed anytime soon.
-swampbear (on a sugar high and hot. fix the ac dammit!)
And here I thought you were talking about the spline that is
(Mirriam-Webster Online.) I forgot entirely about the “building construction” definition, let alone the cricket one. Yet another good reason to read the MMP – expanding your vocabulary.
It’s humid and hot in Toronto today. Okay, not really hot, but I don’t like it anyway. Driving Husband just took me grocery shopping so we have food for the week. Driving Husband requested tacos, so we’re gonna have them tomorrow, when Quasi-Daughter is over.
President’s Choice (Canadian store name brand that makes very good food) has just brought out chocolate covered mini cheesecakes. When Quasi-Daughter is here tomorrow we may have to buy some. And PC also just started making bordeaux cherry ice cream with chocolate chunks. Yum.
Today and tomorrow are my quiet, relaxed days. From Wednesday this week to Wednesday next week will be crazy, so I’m going to mosey slowly around the house doing moderate housework.
We’re on the 6th floor here, and I don’t think I can wash the windows. There are fixed screens and things.
Perhaps that’s why she has a headache and tummy ache?
SPLINE!
Did Mr. Shore buy up one of our lovely Islands or did you mean Pawleys Island? Have fun, buy a hammock while you’re down there.
So I just rubbed the sleep outta my eyes and finished my tea and settled in to check out the MMP and now I see that Rue is leaving us! ARGH! For how long, is what I want to know…will there be a MMP next week? If not, I’m calling in sick. I’m grumpy enough on Mondays as it is. Now you’re all gonna be in for it…although not today since I’m in a good mood because I went and watched the A’s win yesterday. But next Monday, watch out.
P.S. spline spline spline. I’m gonna rip out your spline!
Guess what guess what guess WHAT?! It’s the last monday of this school year, wah hooo! I’ve only had to tell four kids to get to work or the police would never find their bodies and had a sculpture blow up in the kiln, but it’s the last time I’ll have to do that this year. Two days of finals, one complete waste of time day and then I’m freeeee! Erm, herm, I mean I love my students and can hardly stand the idea of saying good bye. Just call me Ms. Chips.
I sat around a lot this weekend. I cut the heck out of a geranium that dared to get huffy because I didn’t water it in time. I made nothing explode, I broke no laws. But I did drink some good wine and ate some average sushi. It’s humid and hot here too. My hair, which normally is just past my shoulders, is so humidity-snarled it’s curled up to nearly my ears. I did not clean windows, nor their spline, because my cats would just get nose prints on them again, almost immediately.
You know what’s yucky about today? I have to start going to the gym again. I’ve been not going for nearly three weeks because I hurt a muscle in my back and then my car exploded. Now I’ve run out of excuses, and I know Sylvia is gonna yell at me for being MIA. But that’s okay because it’s good for me.
………still reticulating spines………
:smack:
You’re right. Spell Check *doesn’ * believe in the word “spline”!
………still reticulating splines………
I forgot to mention that my winders are the tip in kind so all I gotta do is tip em in towards me to clean the outsides. Not that it’s really all that big a deal since my house is all on one floor, so it wouldn’t be hard to clean winders, but I get to do it the leisurely way with the tip in kind of winders.
I forgot to mention I bought propane gas this weekend. Hank Hill would be so proud! I filled up three propane cylinders. Well, I didn’t fill em up myself, the propane guy did. They’re so picky about that. I mean, what’s wrong with self serve propane? I get gas for my truck and blazer all the time. Pump it myself and all. I never made anything go FWOOSH filling up my vehicles. The way I see it odds are I wouldn’t make anything go FWOOSH if I filled up my own propane cylinders either. Propane people are just no fun. Oh, and one of the propane cylinders belongs to my wunnerful next door neighbors. I got it filled up for em. When they asked me how much they owed me for it, I said nuttin’ cause I’m a good neighbor like that.
I also cleaned the pool with the manual vac and scrubbed the sides of the pool Saturday morning. Saturday afternoon and Sunday afternoon I lazed at the pool floating on my new blue foam type float. I should find a picture of it to show y’all what it looks like but prolly I won’t. I had company Saturday afternoon and night. He was real good spend the night company and that’s all I’m sayin’.
I think earthpuppy is beachin’ it this week. Have fun earthpuppy!
I don’t know nuthin’ 'bout no splines. You got some splining to do, Lucy.
I have to have an endoscopic exam. Yuck! Poor me. Boo hoo. I think the doctors ought to just keep me on Nexium so that bad old stomach acid doesn’t eat away my esophagus, but they need to check to see how much damage is done and see if they can fix it. That’s the problem with some doctors, they’re not content to just treat the symptoms, they actually want to cure people! On the bright side, I’ll need to be sedated so I’ll get to spend a day being goofy.
It’s raining here. That’s how we know it’s June–it rains. And then gets sunny. And then rains again. And then gets sunny again. Repeat for 30 days.
I don’t mind days of rain and sun, I’m used to it, I grew up with it and it seems normal to me. But, it makes picking shoes difficult. A person really looks like a dork wearing sandles in the pouring down rain. And yet, it’s not cold, I’m wearing my summer-weight pants, so shoes looks a bit out of place when it’s sunny. It’s a conundrum, it is.
Rue, you can’t leave us MMP-less! You’re not like mere mortal men who need vacations. You’re the MMP-meister, the MM Post-master General, the Supreme MMPer, the MM Piece de resistance! Don’t leave us to our own devices, I beg of you. Without your guidence through non-guidence, we’re apt to spend the whole week talking about the same topic! And where would that leave us? Help us, Rue, or I’ll start telling jokes again.
And this time it will be knock, knock jokes.
I don’t know anything about spline OR cricket. What the heck good am I?!?
I will miss our dear Rue while he’s cavorting on the beach. But I will forgive his absence…eventually.
I had a rough weekend. And I can’t believe it’s already lunchtime. This morning has gone by quickly, and I’m afraid I haven’t gotten enough done yet. Of course, I had to come get my MMP fix. Otherwise my day just would have been total junk.
Well, I didn’t have any splines or winders to do this weekend…just tried out the new rotisserie Mr. Anachi bought for the grill. This meant two trips to the grocery store (one for my regular weekly shopping and one return trip for the $50 worth of stuff the bag-moron missed putting in my cart…including the two chickens for the rotisserie) and a little bit of tense fiddling when I started the marinated birds but no FWOOSH luckily. They were quite yummy.
Well I don’t know about the rest of these tourists but I have some serious spline issues. My confusion has me stymied.
So we bought this house, you see, renovating it our ownselves, you know how it goes, I’m sure. The front porch has been enclosed with large sliding glass windows with screens, big, large, expanses of screen. Oh yeah, and it’s heavily stained in a couple of spots. So I’m thinking, replace the screening.
It seemed a good idea, so off to the Home Depot I carried myself, and they had a kit that included both spline and tool, very handy.
The house is very old (135 yrs), the windows and screens are also older. So, one day, a friend was here and I mentioned my intentions to replace the screens and he suggested I NOT remove them from the windows. He said they are old and slightly misshapened with time and if I remove them and add new screening I may find it difficult if not impossible to get them back in. He said just do it where they hang. They are each probably 4’ X 3’.
Wow, I’m just not sure about that approach.
So I’m wondering, as I read this thread, if anyone has ever heard of or done such a thing? Were you happy with the results?
Talk about stuff that needs ‘splainin’. First, did any of us know that Ellen offed camels? Second, why do you want some old chocolated from Kentucky? Since when is Kentucky known for its chocolate? Third, why would Kentucky have a restraining order against you?
I sense some deep dark secrets that need to be confessed up to here.
Kalley I own a pair of loafers and a pair of wing tips that I wear to work. Both are black. See? See how simple that is? You should try it. I also have other shoes to wear for other stuff. Like some of those slip type things that one wears to go yachting even though I never go yachting and two pairs of white sneaks (buy one get one half price at the Adidas outlet store who could resist?). All my dress socks are black. Tell knock knock jokes! I love em! I need new poolside material.
Oh, and on the subject of the MMP. I nominate welby to sub for next week’s MMP. He done real good last time. All in favor say Aye.
-swampbear (footwear made simple)
I can’t believe we’ve (and by we I mean you) have gone this far without asking why ** Rue** only has one ball! Was it a terrrible stapler accident? Were you injured in the war? Or did you just go through the drive-up at McDonald’s once too often?
BTW, I’m back from Hood River. Let me tell you about our adventures. Thursday afternoon early we drove up the Columbia River Gorge past Hood River to the Maryhill Museum, which was cool. We hadn’t been there for almost 15 years. Then we drove back to Hood River and checked in to the Hood River Hotel, a restored but not very much renovated hotel in downtown Hood River. We had a little walkabout and then had dinner in the restaurant, called Pasquale’s, in the hotel. It was one of the best meals we’ve ever had in a restuarant. Have you ever had a meal that was so good that when you were done eating you wanted to start over again from the beginning? That’s how we felt. So we ordered dessert, which we never do. Yum! Then we went up to our room and collapsed on the bed 'cause we were done. We tried to watch TV for a little while, but of the few channels available, they had apparently gotten together and decided to have an Adam Sandler film festival that evening. :eek: Okay, it was only 2 channels w/ Sandler, but 2 Adam Sandler films is easily 2 too many. The other channels weren’t much better, so we read our books and went to sleep.
Friday the little woman got up to go to her round table seminar on downtown revitalization, which is what we went there for, and I went out and wandered around town a bit. I visited a hobby shop but they didn’t have anything I wanted. The International Museum of Carousel Art wasn’t open! on a Friday morning! So then I drove over to The Dalles and had a most excellent lunch with Hometownboy. I don’t know why it’s called The Dalles. I don’t know what a Dalle is. There’s a sheep called a Dahl sheep, but I didn’t see any sheep. One of life’s mysteries I guess.
Anyway, he had to go back to work, so I drove back to Hood River and hung around and waited for the little woman. Then we walked around town with the local seminar hosts and looked at buildings and stuff. Then we made the two hour drive home.
Saturday we cooked a ham in the morning and then drove down to Eugene for #1 Granddaughter’s graduation. She graduated at 7:00pm, but we had a dinner first 'cause we thought we weren’t getting tickets, but #1GD’s boyfriend got some extras for us so we could go. He’s a good boy, which is particularly annoying because I distinctly remember instructing #1GD that she was not to date until she was 35. But did she listen? Nooo.
Anyway, it started to rain towards the end, but it was fun. We drove home late that night and pretty much vegged all day Sunday. It also rained pretty much all day Sunday.
And now here we are at Monday, talking about Rue’s ball, at least I was. You were talking about winders. Our house is over 100 years old, and has lots of tall narrow windows, most of which don’t even open. We pretty much don’t clean 'em. The rain does, mostly.
Bumbazine - through a glass, darkly
I vote welby, because he’s the only one nominated. Everyone say ‘Aye’!
I dislike hot weather. Someone make it Spring again.
Rue, come back Ruuuue! Did I sound like that little kid in Shane? That was the effect I was going for. But until then I volunteer Welby.
Kallessa, run girl, run like the wind! Oh wait, is the colopopsolepsy the one where they go up or down? What am I saying, either way, run Kalley, run! Actually, find out what’s wrong, and then get better. Then you can go running.
It’s a hundred and twelve degrees here today. Humidity is at Orphan Annie Orange Alert Crisis Horror Level Yikes-a Rooni.
Ashes, they will just stick a very thin, flexible tube, with a camera, down my throat. They will discover that I am as beautiful inside as I am outside. 
They may also discover that my esophagus is scarred, making it difficult for me to swallow food. If food gets stuck, I’d end up in the emergency room and that would be icky. If I do have significant scarring, they put a balloon down my throat (no, I’m not making this up), and inflate it at the right spot to stretch out my esophagus (they also make little cuts in the scar tissue to give it some stretchablity, but that part kinda freaks me out, so I’m concentrating on the nice balloon). And the drugs. I’m also concentrating on the wonderful, relaxing, goofy-causing drugs they will give me. And it doesn’t hurt. I’m believing that, too.
I’m wondering what kind of ball Rue has. A big one, or a small one? Is it hard? Can you squeeze it? Maybe it’s fuzzy. It could have dimples, or stitches. Can it be deflated, and if so, how does one inflate it again? Do you need a foot pump, or can you just blow it up? I can understand a guy being protective of the only ball he’s got, but if we promise to be very careful with it, can we play with your ball when you’re not here?