I am back from beaching and boy-o-boy am I whipped. We had a fabulous time!
No sunburn…just deep, dark mediterranean tan; I ate the best sushi I have ever tasted (so good that we ate there twice!); on Saturday, we invited my band friends over to the hotel and had a great party by the pool. I have truly perfected the art of promoting drunken misconduct. I think I might have gotten all of 10 hours of sleep in the 4 days of vacation. My best friend (she lives in Macon, swampy) could not join me on this trip, so she is forcing me (yeah, right–twist my arm!) to accompany her on another trip to Destin in late July. It will take me that long to recover from this one!
Rue, I hope you have as much fun as I did on vacation (probably not the drunken misconduct part though, since you’ll be with the kids and all)
I honked and waved as we drove by, swampy…did ya see me??
It’s funny you should say that Kalley. Lucy was the one who made the splining necessary. We have this blanket chest in front of our window and Lucy was lounging on it getting a bit of air. Apparently there was something on or near the screen that she felt compelled to kill, but there was the screen, in the way. A couple of quick swipes with the ol’ paw claws and the screen wasn’t in the way no more. But when I got the fixin’ bits I needed, Lucy was nowhere to be found when the splining rolled around.
And I’ll have you people know, I try to have the appropriate type and number of balls with me for whatever endevour I’m contemplating. Say, for instance, Bocci is the game of the day. (Or “Boule est la game du jour,” if you’re all French.) I’d have four big balls and one little ball. Or if we were playing “Kick the Can”, I wouldn’t have any balls, but rather a can. Soccer? One big leathery ball. Ping pong? A little white ball. Golf? No damned ball at all because golf is stupid. (By “stupid” I mean “hard, and I don’t want to learn”.) Although for miniature golf, I’d be there. But again, without my own balls, because you just rent them when you get your putter. If you want to knuckle down and shoot some marbles, I’d bring my glass balls, so be careful with them. I think that should have everything cleared up.
Oh, and Welby? Aye!
Although if Lissla ducked in and swiped the lead, I wouldn’t be upset. Welby might, but he’s a big boy and could get over it. Especially if Lissla did her World Famous Wiggly Dance. I think just about everyone would get over it for a World Famous Lissla Wiggly Dance.
And explaining the spline? Sheesh people. I can only assume if your reading this you have access to Google. Look it up your own self! Not that you have to now thanks to Tupug. So much for the mystery of this week’s thread.
earthpuppy yeah I heard it when ya honked. It woke me up. I was all grumpy at first (dagnabbit! dang kids! honkin’ and yellin’ all hours of the day and night!) but then I realized it was you so it was okay. I gotta go to Macon tomorrow for a meeting. It’s a statewide quarterly meeting and we always hold it in Macon cause it’s kinda central and all.
<snerk> Rue said “big balls.” <snerk>
Ex mabye you got a point about the propane. But, geez, propane guy is a friend (no, not one of those friends, just a regular ol’ friend) so you’d think he’d let me. But nooooooooooo.
welby I’ll do a wiggly dance for ya if you want. Hah! Try to scrub that image outta yer brains.
**Ashes[sup]2[/sup] the AC guys have to come back to see me first. Something ain’t workin’ right. Besides you’re fixin’ (good southern term) to be out of school in two days.
Gosh, Ellen, thanks for that illuminating article. mede me want to go out and eat a steak. I haven’t been diagnosed with a Schatzki Ring, though this exam may find one. the doctor talked primarily of a narrowing of the esophagus due to scarring, but he did mention rings (but not a wedding ring, although he was kinda cute and my age). OTOH, I think I’ll practice saying “P. Sherman, 42 Wallaby Way, Sydney” for when I’m goofy.
Speaking of which–Bumba, darlin’, were you trying to insinuate something? I’ll have you know that I am not usually goofy. Usually, I’m Tigger, but sometimes I’m Eeyore.
Hmmm . . . **Rue’s ** gone from having one ball to having many balls. I wonder where he keeps them all?
To travel on–three states and a country:
Knock Knock
Who’s there?
Missouri!
Missouri who?
Missouri loves company!
Knock Knock
Who’s there?
Montana!
Montana who?
Montana your hide if she finds out you ate all of the cookies!
Knock Knock
Who’s there?
Alaska!
Alaska who?
Alaska my friend the question then!
Knock Knock
Who’s there?
Sweden!
Sweden who?
Sweden sour is my favourite Chinese meal!
I’m somewhat familiar with “reticulating splines” as any good Sims player should be but I always thought it was some sort of math thingy. I try to stay away from those. 'Swelp me I never knew you could buy the stuff in a hardware store.
My great Aunt used to take me fishing with her-she loved being at the lake. I never could get used to those icky worms so I used frozen hot dog bits as bait. I once caught nine bluegill that way. I actually wrote down the event and made my Aunt and Grandmother sign as eyewitnesses.
Swampy! You would deny me air conditioning?! It’s about a hunnerd and ten here, with thirty kids who’ve been out in P.E. You can keep those a/c guys in any case, I figured it out-- the main computer switched mine over to heat. Nobody knows why it does this, but we are not amused.
dwyr, I’m afraid I cannot allow you to enter the thread without a tardy pass. Aw heck, it’s only two days till the end of school, c’mon in!
silly Kallessa, he keeps them in his ball-sack of course! >giggle<
Hmmm… well I live in a High rise, but it’s not THAT high! Only 14 floors.
They’re talking (y’know, ‘THEM’)about building a residential block here in the downtown area that’ll be 50 storeys high! I imagine that and say ‘great googa mooga’, cos that seems like the appropriate thing to say! In fact, I suspect if you lived in a place that high you wouldn’t be worried about bugs flying in the window, or birds, you’d be worried about light planes and superheroeses!
Actually, most of this is for Kallessa
Anyhoo, I don’t like living in the highrise, cos we hear our freakin’ neighbours all the time, and upstairs doggy hasn’t cut his toenails in weeks tick tick tick tick tick squeeeeeeeee tick tick tick tick at 4am! YARGH!!! Maybe he paints them and likes to admire the colours or something. He’s a cute Beagle, so I don’t admonish his nail-clicking too much. But we have no problems opening windows when it’s nice outside, which is usually is, cos it’s the tropics*. Why would we not be able to open windows in a condominium? (heh heh I said condom heh heh).
And there’s no spline here today. But I had some 'splining to do yesterday (yeah, yeah, that jokes been done, but I’m tired and haven’t got any new material!).
*It’s so much the tropics that I can even see a little fishing village flaoting out in the straits visible from our bedroom window and there’s palm trees over on the beach (the dirty, dirty beach! ICK!)! Really, real, live palm trees!
Tupug, I think you named my next cat! I was just thinking that would be a fantastic name for a cute lil’ kitten. Of course, I thinkFWOOSH would be a good name for a kitten, too, so what do I know?
Actually, I’ll tell you what I don’t know. I don’t really know what spline is. Well, obviously now that it’s been explained, I do, but the whole time I was thinking of those spline curve templates we used in drafting class. That’s the only kinda spline I know.
Oh, and I can’t forget! I rented Say Anything last weekend. Here is my review: John Cusack is hot.
My Grandpa used to fish with little mini marshmellows (is that how it’s spelled/spelt? It looks funny). Not the colored ones, though (I know someone mentioned fishing with mini marsh-thingys, and I remember it was a superb post, written with skill and grace, but I can’t remember who wrote it and I’m too lazy to go looking for it). Anyway, Grandpa did pretty well with them. I didn’t eat fish when I was a child, of course (because it was fishy and didn’t come in a can like tuna, which did come in a can and wasn’t fishy), but I do remember Grandpa bringing a string of fish over for Mom and my sisters to feast upon. I probably ate bologna sandwiches when they ate Grandpa’s fish, just to be onery. Now, when Mom has her fresh Humboldt Bay crab sandwich on Christmas Eve, I have a tuna sandwich, 'cuz I’m not onery anymore.
dangergene, where would human comedy be without a good Balzac? Magickly, are you just discovering this about John Cusack? Get High Fidelity, he’s a sweetie in this one, too.
Balzac, isn’t that a city in Eastern Europe? Somewhere in Wallachia? Are Rue’s balls there? I thought he was going to the beach!
Well I’ll vouch for John Cusack being a cutie in Tapeheads, which I only recently had the pleasure of watching. He has the smoothest Boston Blackie moustache therein, reminds me of my gramps in all his 1950s piccies!
But, But BUT*…Joan Cusack’s MUCH hotter, being a girl and all. (I don’t like boys, they’re all icky and well… boys!).
Cricket is played with a tennis racket and two players, neither of whom needs to be very bright. One player is the “flinger” and the other player is the “racketeer.”
The flinger hurls a cricket towards the racketeer, who then endeavours to whack the cricket as far away as possible. It’s a remarkably complicated game, with bonus points to the flinger for having the cricket get wedged in the holes of the racket and bonus points for the racketeer for making all or part of the cricket land on the flinger.
The game is also variously known as “grasshopper”, “snail’” and “crab”.
There is also a variation called “Wasp’s Nest,” but the rules are different, and both players are (sort of) on the same team.
When I first saw all the guys standing around in the field wearing white, I thought they were Morrises gonna dance. But no one had bells on and only one guy had a stick, so I figured they were Cricketeers. Then I saw the sticks jammed in the ground (they were little and you couldn’t dance the Morris with them because you couldn’t knock someone out with 'em, only irk them some) and I thought “Ah! Cricket!”. The white uniforms, funny bat, and sticks jammed in the ground are the extent of my Cricket Knowlege. Somehow I think that’s quite enough.
I think what happens is that one guy bounces a ball at another guy who hits it and then runs back and forth between the wooden things until somebody else throws the ball back and knocks over one of the wooden things. I think.
I believe I’m supposed to be feeling Patriotically Annoyed that Florida won the hockey game. To quote many people up here in the Great White North, “People who don’t have ice shouldn’t play hockey!”
It’s so damn cold up here that I am presently shirtless and cursing the blasted heat. Again.
Driving Husband bought gourmet ice cream for us last night- handmade ice cream, in cookies’n’cream and sweet cream. Yum. We also had the aformentioned cheesecake dipped in chocolate. Driving Husband has practically achieved sainthood in my books.
I didn’t managed to avoid all housework yesterday. Quasi-Daughter got very excited about packing, so we packed bedding and the rest of the books. Quasi-Daughter continues to refer to the move as “when we move”. Perhaps I can make her pay rent.
I guess that doesn’t count as housework. Oh! I did do some laundry. Today I’m cleverly avoiding housework by going to work. Yay me.
I’m very flattered that Rue nominated me to wiggly-dance as a replacement MMP, but I think a written MMP would probably be better, and I can’t do those. welby can.
MD, oooo, I think Tippy Winders would be an adorable name for a little kitty. I’m not so sure about FWOOSH though. PETA peeps might get the wrong idea and come and walk up and down in front of your house and embarrass ya and all… Then there’s the kitty-call factor. “Here, FWOOSHIE, FWOOSHIE, FWOOSHIE” The neighbors might complain. I’m just sayin is all.
