But Bumba, how do the instructions for the computer get into the computer in the first place? It’s not like there’s a tiny little hole where you pour the numbers in, IS THERE? Omigosh, there is a port somewhere and those programmers won’t tell me! It’s like scrambling the letters on the keyboard to make it hard for anybody to type except professional typists. I knew it! Or maybe I’ve had too much cake. It’s the last day of school and it’s very cakey around here.
My name is Ashes and it’s been always since my last cell phone. But, but, yesterday I almost bought one. I was in Target and walking by the electronics section where I saw a display of cell phones and I could practically hear my mom telling me I should have one for emergencies, and since I’ve been having all this trouble with my car, I was weak. I was tempted. I even read the pamphlets and fondled the starter packages. Thankfully the metal hooky thingeys were locked and I couldn’t get one of the packages without a clerk and since I didn’t want one of those stinky things anyway, I ran away. Over to the candy section where I bought some sour ball candies that turn your entire mouth a startlingly intense blue.
Kallessa, I’m going to borrow your Trigger picture idea, 'kay? Our union is okay on the insurance stuff, we just can’t get the administration to understand why we’re upset they want us to work an entire extra hour for free. This is our Trigger. Ex, it’s funny you mention it, but around here free ice cream isn’t a good 'spression. It means the admin has been horrible and wants to buy forgiveness with free ice cream. Yesterday, after firing all the teachers in the ROP department and half the english teachers, they gave us three buckets of cheap melted ice cream. The saddest part was that they just don’t understand why that didn’t make us happy again. But you know what? I have a job, right now at least, and that’s okay. Especially because this is the last day of the school year! Wahoot!
I would go to Swampy’s place, but I get lost trying to find La Jolla. Imagine if I tried to find a whole other state and one that wasn’t directly attached to California, at that. If I were lucky, the Atlantic would stop me before I got too far off track.
Last day of school! Have some cake! Have some more cake! Stay sweet!
BTW, congrats on the plan. Hope all goes well lightingtool.
I hate my cell phone except when I want to use it. Then I like it. See, that’s what it’s for. It’s for my convenience. Matter of fact I refused to have a work cell phone. I have a beeper. If they are desperate for my expert advice and input when I’m not around, I can be paged. It’s a text pager, so they can tell me what it is if they want (in 150 characters or less). I do call and check in when I’m away from the office on business. Heck, I check on stuff when I’m on vacation. However, if I don’t wanna be bother, then don’t bother me. The cell phone is on when I want it on and off when I want it off. Deal with it! It’s mine!
**Ashes [sup]2[/sup], they turn the heat off and the ac back on yet? Only one more day. You can do it. School’s been out here since the week before Memorial Day. Course they go back around the first of August, I think. I don’t know. I don’t have to worry bout that cept for planning around school buses so I don’t have to sit waiting on a bus picking up little public school freeloaders at each and every house. Why can’t they have drop off and pick up points? That’s how it was done in my day! Dagnabbit! Oh and it’d be easier to come to my house if you got one one of them great big aeroplanes. It’d take you to Etlanner and from Etlanner to Albeeny. Then I’d come pick ya up at the airport in Albeeny. I promise.
TheRealStrawberry welcome. Glad ya came out of lurkdom. You can come play in the pool too.
Sure Swampbear, I’ll get me a private plane right after I have my car’s tires gold plated. Oh, you meant a commercial plane flight. With other ‘people’ sitting right next to me, kicking the seat, and screaming babies, and scary snack foods hurled by attendants. On the other hand, a big bbq that goes fwoosh and nice MMPers who tolerate my inane babble. You dangle quite a lovely carrot Swampy. Snerk!
Yay! Last period of the day, my prep, which means I am foot loose and fancy free for the summer! Now I go turn in my grade book and make like a tree and leaf. I’m a gonna go get my car washed, have lunch with friends at a real restaurant, not the cafeteria, and I’m even going to have time to actually chew my food because I don’t have to get back to class. Then I’m gonna get my hair chopped and colored (more blondy, for summer) and then I’m gonna go sell back some books and buy a bunch more. Then I’m going home and flop on the couch and perhaps indulge in an adult beverage.
Did you know we have to be back mid-august? There oughta be a law that school doesn’t start until september.
And yes, the a/c is working again, no thanks to the repair guy who still hasn’t shown up, even though he doesn’t know it’s actually working. But I don’t care because it’s summer!
The governor of Kentucky caused the evacuation of the capitol yesterday. HA! Top that, [Your State’s Name Here]!
Apparently, there was an equipment malfunction and the plane carrying our <cough> Republican <cough> governor to the funeral of King Ronnie (I love that, Bumba) flew into restricted air space! Yeeeps! People were running, running, running away from the Perceived Threat. And all it was, was Governor Ernie of Kentucky!
I wish I could float around in swampy’s pool. Semi-weightlessness sounds like heaven. This here Bun in the Oven™ is making me feel exceeding wide and weighty.
Darlin’, your on the right coast, you’re just in the wrong part! Move north, my friend, move north. All the way past San Francsico, beyond Marin, beyond Sonoma. Come to the world of redwoods and ferns, of craggy coasts and foggy mornings. Or leave California altogether and discover the beauty that is Oregon. Still want to be near the ocean? Oregon beaches are fantastic. Want sun and mountains? they’re yours–and the ocean is still just an hour away. Or be bold, and move all the was to Washington. The redwoods give way to Douglas firs, but the coastline is still breathtaking and the mountains are like steps to the heavens. “All that rain!” you complain. But no, move just east of the mountains in either Oregon or Washington and experience high plains desert–vast wheat fields and rolling hills surrounded by snowcapped mountains–and the ocean less than a day’s drive away!
I’ll let you in on a secret, lightingtool, L.A. is not really part of the West Coast. It’s a holding area for phonies and frauds and aliens who are afraid of water falling from the sky. There are good people in L.A. (like yourself and your girlfriend), but they got there by mistake and are kept there by the vague feeling that they are “supposed” to like it and if they don’t, something is wrong with them. True West Coasters dismiss L.A. and earely even think about the whole area south of Santa Barbara.
I love the idea of a MMP dopefest at swampy’s house. Let’s figure out how much it would cost to get everybody there and then split th cost evenly among us. Some of you would have to pay more than your own expenses, but wouldn’t it be worth it to get me and Taters and Ashes (especially Taters and Ashes) to the party?
I think a nice pool party at swampbear’s sounds like fun! I actually have been to Jawja once - basically driving through with my dad when we were driving up for my big move back in January. We stopped in Savannah, but really didn’t see much - basically because I had a headache from stressing because I was moving + a new job + my beautiful car was rear-ended 100 miles into an 1,100 mile trip and we were driving with the trunk tied closed because of it and anyone could get in the trunk + I’m a naturally stressing person…so I really didn’t get to enjoy the beauty that is Jawja. Besides, it’d be fun to meet the faces behind the screens.
The thing that I really, really don’t get about cell phones is that people run outside to use them when they are right next to a land line. I see this all the time in my office. I mean I just don’t get it! It’s not like they are having intimate embarrassing conversations cause I’ve snooped a couple of times and it’s alway something mundane. Sometimes it’s even clients! “Yes, I think I’ll go outside and walk up and down the hot sidewalk and call Mr. Swampus. Heck, it’ll be much more fun than sitting at my desk in the AC!”
I think it would be fun to go to Jawja for a MMP at Swampy’s too, but like a couple of other posters here I ain’t exactly rolling in the green. 'Sides, I don’t think Mr. Taters would understand my jetting off somewhere without him and the kids for something fun. He doesn’t even like it when I go TDY because that means he has to cook and take care of things around here. I mean, he doesn’t get nasty about it, but you’d think the weight of the world was on his shoulders.
Also, I’m not exactly a super hard body and would be somewhat embarrassed to put on my swimsuit. It took all my nerve last year to actually break down and buy one and actually WEAR it.
I have had a day of rather “annoying occurrences” today. I ended up leaving a little late for work and got stuck behind ALL the pokey people on the road. I made it to work on time, but just barely. Then my previous team leader kept bothering me about a project that we were awaiting signature approval on so I could get it in the mail to Forces Command in Jawja. Then my computer started acting all wonky. I left work early today because my daughter has concert and I had a couple of other appointments. I had to buy her a new tux shirt because when I washed hers rust stains or something got on it. So, I stopped at the mall to go to the tux store where I purchased it last year. They weren’t there anymore. So then I had to go to ANOTHER tux store somewhere else. Then I stopped at Costco and it must of been Senior Citizen shopping and blocking the aisle day because there they all were, doing that. So, I figured I deserved a treat and bought myself a frozen latte which promptly got all over my shirt and pants. :rolleyes: So now I have a big stain on my chest and little dribble stains on my jeans. Sheeze, I’m glad I don’t have to work tomorrow.
My husband was pleased to see me home early and thought that since I was home early we could have a “decent” dinner before the concert. When I informed him that I purchased one of the humongo Costco pizzas for dinner he wasn’t exactly thrilled.
I still think we should have a Doper MMP out here…even though I don’t have a pool or nuttin’ it’s still pretty and green here.
Awwwwwwwwww… FCM I’m just trying to entice ya back, see?
Ellen The G8 Summit is a good three hours northeast of me. I hear it’s rained on em everyday. Hah! A friend of mine that lives on St. Simon’s Island says the place is crawling with GMen. He took the week off work, stocked up on food and beer and has been lying around his pool all week. He tried to talk me into taking off and coming over. I shoulda cause work ain’t been fun at all this week. Oh well. I think he had the right idea. Lie around and ignore it.
I’m a federal lackey who has to work tomorrow. Mainly because hospitals can’t close. For the past couple of days I’ve had to listen to theoretical coworkers squabble about who gets off and who gets extra money and if they don’t get anything for friday then it’s not fair. Cripes. I mean I’m not fond of Reagan but I’m pretty sure he didn’t die just to inconvenience these whiners.
I need a new job.
And the only way I’d ever carry a cell phone would be if someone held me down and stapled it to me. I like being unavailable.
Hey Ellen, if I saw Ernie headed my way I’d run like heck too.
Thanks Rue! Now I know what those jerks at Maxis have been babbling about all these years…Reticulating Splines indeed. I never would have guessed that stuff was called spline. Screen rope, or maybe plastic screen gasket, but not splines. The damn catstm likes them some spline, let me tell you. They’re probably why we need to replace the screen door.
They’re alive, though. The cats, I mean, not the screen door. Claudia and Princess are not, so I did some gardening this week to plant some flowers near their graves. It went like this: shovel, swat, swat, shovel, try to shake the plants out of their plastic prisons, swat, swat, swat, quickly arange said flowers and cover their roots with dirt, swat, eww that one splattered, swat, got another one, swat. For ten minutes worth of gardening I got seven mosquito bites. Anyone know the symptoms of West Nile?
I'm a federal lackey who has to work tomorrow. Mainly because hospitals can't close. For the past couple of days I've had to listen to theoretical coworkers squabble about who gets off and who gets extra money and if they don't get anything for friday then it's not fair. Cripes. I mean I'm not fond of Reagan but I'm pretty sure he didn't die just to inconvenience these whiners.
At one point in my career I worked for an Army hospital. Although I wasn’t a patient care provider, the holidays, training holidays, etc. did always seem to cause consternation. The guidance is actually quite clear, if they are forced to work on Friday, they are supposed to get an “in lieu of” day. A paid day off, is a paid day off, it doesn’t matter when we get it.
When, exactly, did I get so cranky?
About the time the present administration entered office? Just kidding…I don’t care for this administration, but honestly, I think it’s bad all over, both private and public sector.
Well, I must smother my pizza with extra cheese and bake it now.
yeah Taters that was nifty cool. Howdja do it? Hunh? hunh?
Hey’d I’d LOVE to go splash about in Swmapy’s pool. but I’m not just on the left coast, I’m on the other side of the goshdarned PLANET!!! Although… I’m kinda new to the MMPs, so um… am I even invited? Gowan Swampy, I’ll bring MOS burger from the Orient! (them’s good eatin’ thems is!).
Hey Kallessa, indeed, we have to stop meeting like this. But then again, why?
I ge tomorrow off, and not cos of Lordgod King Ronaldo the first, but cos it’s SATURDAY!!! Woohoo, and apparently it’s father’s day on sunday (I dunno about these things. Father’s day in Ozland is in september, why is it in June here?). We’re going to the Crystal Jade down at Takashimaya, so if anyone’s there, say ‘hi’. We’re going for my father-in-law who has travelled the world but will only eat ‘chinese’ food. sigh, I maintain he should grow up and try all sorts of other stuff, but he’s just a 9-year old boy who won’t eat his icecream! Blah blah blah.
I’m not sure what Master Dangergene is buying me for father’s day, but I’m sure it’ll be good, cos I’ll pay for it, and he will pass it to me and say ‘Daddoo’ and give me a kiss (the kissing is a new thing and very very cute!).
Ellen when’s said bun due? It could be an MMP Dopefest/babyfest! Woohoo.
and Taters doncha know MMPers don’t care about super-hard bodies? It’s all about the mind baby, the MIND!!! BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
and I love my mobile phone, it’s RED and lights up. It is funky. And it has a photo of my son being a funnybunny on the screen! but I don’t like it when people use my phone number to bother me, I tell them to go away!
And can you believe the stoopid phone company wants to charge $5 PER MONTH so I can have caller ID? I told them to get stuffed. I figure we didn’t need caller ID in the old days and got by just fine not talking to those we didn’t want to talk to, so why do I need to pay $60 a year to know who’s calling me? Isn’t it easier to say, ‘hello? who is it?’ (one dumb dumb dumb product of caller ID is that lots of people call and say, ‘hi Gene, blah blah blah’ and don’t tell me who it is! I’ve had whole damn conversations with people I don’t recognise, which is fun in an abstract Dadaist sort of sense, but it’s also friggin frustrating!
It’s not like they are having intimate embarrassing conversations cause I’ve snooped a couple of times and it’s alway something mundane. Sometimes it’s even clients! “Yes, I think I’ll go outside and walk up and down the hot sidewalk and call Mr. Swampus. Heck, it’ll be much more fun than sitting at my desk in the AC!”
Just kidding…I don’t care for this administration, but honestly, I think it’s bad all over, both private and public sector.