Good Morning. I slept soundly last night. 
Taters, you want angry and frustrated? Wait till school project time: “I need a 7 qt Tupperware bowl, 3lbs. of blue clay, a Dodo feather, and a flux capacitor.”
rosie, they make Peeps for every season now, so I guess candy season never ends.
Eeeeh… real mayo is freshly made. Being an essential part of summer dishes, that means warm. Warm if you’re lucky, it gets pretty darn hot around here.
Yesterday at 6pm, 40C.
goes outside and yells at The People Upstairs hey, you freaks, it’s September, not July!
Well, let’s hope this morning is an illustration of the adage about eating a live toad first thing in the morning – it’ll be the worst that happens to you all day…
I got stuck, for ELEVEN FREEKIN’ MILES, behind someone who was either oblivious or unable to drive the speed limit. 45 in a 55 zone, and no way to pass because I was the fourth, and then the third, car back. I didn’t get around him till we hit Rt 301.
Then I stopped at the convenience store just off base – luckily I tasted my drink before I paid – they had regular Coke hooked to the diet Coke dispenser. Ick. So I just got a breakfast sammich. The woman who works the check out has a serious attitude – when she puts your stuff in a bag, the bag stays next to her at the register – she doesn’t even pretend to push it to the customer. And she acts like she’s doing you a favor when she hands you your change. Grrrrrr… :mad:
Then the lights at 301 got hung up – 301 wasn’t moving, our side wasn’t moving, but the side coming off base, the side with no cars, got a long green light.
I wanna go home!!! But it’s gotta get better, right?? Right?? <sigh> I want my mommy!!! 
Yeah, when I realized I’d left the damn turn signal on, I figured it was time to move to Florida and drive reeeeeal sloooooow.
I’m gettin’ old.
{{{Puggy}}} It’s tough to be losing a parent. Prayers and good thoughts headed your way.
FCM this not remembering stuff… that’s what old folks do. 
Tel sorry about the date. Like others have said, it’s better to know from the get go. Still sucks though.
Magic are you a vampire yet?
Ya know, reading about Taters and rigs shellin’ out big bucks on this back to school thingy makes me even happier I never spawned any rugrats. Course this gay thing sorta kept that from ever being an urge.
Drae cool pics. I haven’t seen 'em all yet but I will before it’s all over.
Oh yeah, we need to do this.
Our very own Goddess of sailing and ceramics FCM has graciously stepped forward (she didn’t trip this time!) to act as hostess with the mostess next week.
All in favor say “Aye.”
**
AYE!!!**
All those opposed… who the heck are we kiddin’ here? As if anyone would oppose the Goddess of sailing and ceramics!
The “Ayes” have it. We shall be regaled with tales of FCM hawking her wares next week.
{{{Puggy}}}
Color me clueless. Where was this posted?
Swampy, don’t coddle your eggs. You can see well enough what this did for Chamberlain regarding Hitler… Appeasement will not forstall a round of salmonella, especially if you use that room temperature mayonnaise.
Bobbio I didn’t make myself clear, but this is what I was referring to.
Coddled eggs are happy eggs that don’t give us them salamanders.
Sorry,** Swamp**, I still can’t find that post. Oh well, I’m having a bad Oldtimer’s Day today.
Paging Nava: Can you provide me a hip, idiomatic translation of the phrase “The Poop Fairy” into Spanish? Maddy the VunderDog’s alter ego is the Poop Fairy, who blesses us with little presents in odd, tight corners of the house.
Stooopit dog won’t dare to leave a pile out in the middle of the room where it’s easily reached… :mad:
Johhny Depp pictures? perks up Where are the Johnny Depp pictures? I saw no Johnny Depp pictures. runs off to search
All right, Drae - you hear that? We’re leaving here at 9 AM ish so we’ll hit you around 11 AM ish. Can we exchange e-mails? I have Spats’ not yours. I am elenia25 @ gmail.com…drop me a line and I’ll send you my cell phone number. which I will bring and turn on. I have a tendency to forget the second part of that equation. Maybe you can hold up a sign or something, there’s going to be a million people there.
This gave me such a funny image that I will - Ok, lemme explain first. I can get overly emotional sometimes and often even weepy for no good reason, so I have come up with a solution. I keep a funny picture in my head and when the tears threaten, I immediately think of the funny picture. So now I will keep the image of an interweb pipe hooked to my computer at one end and a chicken at the other end, sucking up eggs which then appear on my screen.
Twinks, I’m glad you can make it, even with the gaggle of teenage girls. I have to tell you something funny - my friend used to work at the Pepsi Arena, a concert hall, for ten years. She got lots of free t-shirts. One of these t-shirts said
Backstreet Boys
Stage Crew
on the back.
Her very serious and quiet and reserved husband threw it on once and went to the store. Yup, you can guess what happened. A bunch of hyper teenage girls ran up to him in the store and said “Do you know Justin??” Now he lives in a small town, and he did in fact know a Justin, so confused as hell, he replied “Yes.” And the girls started asking him all kinds of questions - “Can we meet him? Can you get his autograph? Is he nice? Is he as good-looking in person?” And so on and so forth for several minutes until it dawned on him they were not, indeed, talking about the same person. He finally managed to flee the girls and get home.
He has since refused to ever wear that shirt again.
Rosie, I’m really sorry you couldn’t make it. Maybe next time.
Hugs and love to Pugs.
Ok, I found the pics! Looking through them now.
I happened upon dog poop in the sidewalk the other day. Not that strange, right – but what WAS strange was, it was standing on end. A little poop soldier.
poochservant, ye sayeth "Wait till school project time: “I need a 7 qt Tupperware bowl, 3lbs. of blue clay, a Dodo feather, and a flux capacitor.”
HA I say. I assisted last night with the creation last night of an edible cell. Thank you Mrs. Fourth Grade Teacher. Yes, this was the assignment: make a model cell that we can eat. So, Young Son suggests we make it out of jello. We place various vegetables and other food items – cherry tomatoes, raisins, cheese, carrots – in the bottom of a shallow plastic leftover dish, and then poured on the jello. Green jello! What an icky mess. He claims he’ll eat it, which was going to be part of the assignment. Hee hee. It was hectic, but fun. He could have done it over the long weekend but noooooooooo. When do I hear about it? 6 pm last night, when I was in the middle of making dinner. :rolleyes: Kids!
Magic Eyes – I forgot to bid thee welcome! Glad to have you back! Why did they give you rabies shots for a bat?! I think it’s just another case of the poor bat and its stereotypes. Why would they assume it’s infected? Poor things; I love them. They eat mosquitos and keep the world bug free.
Drae – fun pictures!! I would love to see more of the canals and more local architechure. Got any more? 
Watch out for that pit, rigs. It’s a pretty negative place. Maybe you don’t need that right now.
Meeks – Drae posed with Mr. Hearthrob at the wax museum! He was the best crafted statue I saw. The others didn’t look as believable. But that could be the lust talking.
Happy Wednesday, everyone!
Reason 18 why I don’t have a dog.
Hello, all.
I have a frantically busy day ahead of me-which I am not refreshed for.
I had a dream last noc that I went to the library (which was this huge Gothic English country home type place) to shelve books. Then it turned into (as I headed up the driveway) a Christmas luncheon for the Women’s Association. I saw lots of old friends who said come on in and join us. I sat a table and had a great lunch (horrid Xmas decor, BTW), and then someone said let’s go round the table and say what we’ve done for the WA in recent years. Of course, when they got to me, I had nothing. I was ignominously removed from the room AND told I couldn’t work at the library anymore!
And the absolute shitkicker? I have NEVER belonged to a Women’s Association!
What the heck does it all mean, anyways…
Off to go be busy all day. Hope everyone’s day gets better and we makes lots of money and attract beautiful, intelligent people to be with us.
Woohoo, Faire! 
Mika, I’ll drop you an e-mail later today, but if I forget, I’m plain ol’ Draelin @ gmail. I have a tendency to forget things, you see. Rosie, sorry you won’t make it–but you’ll want to be rested for the convention. I hear they can get pretty wild.
Rigs, I’m slightly scared of the Pit, so you are now my hero.
Tel, the hell with him. It’s a pain in the ass when somebody you thought you liked turns out to be less than Prince Charming, but better you found out now than later.
I forgot to tell you all about my carpal tunnel test yesterday. They electrocuted my arms repeatedly. Then they stuck some sort of electrified pin into each muscle group. I think that’s outlawed under the Geneva convention. Anyway, I probably have mild carpal tunnel and some neuropathy in my left elbow. Follow-up appointment next week.
And I’m still waiting to get all my stuff moved over to the IT department, because they can’t seem to find a desk for me. Or they can’t seem to clean off a desk for me, whichever. Should be moving today, though. They’ve already switched my phone line over, so my calls aren’t coming to my desk, which is inconvenient and will not be tolerated beyond this morning. But the upside is that they’ve rigged it so the outside lines no longer even ring on my phone. I don’t have to answer it, nyah nyah. This makes me happy. Although I can hear New Girl answering the outside lines and she’s not nearly the receptionist I was.
On preview, I appear to be Queen of the Smilies today, but I’m too lazy to go back and change it.
Heh, of course. What did you expect?
I’m going through her pictures slowly, looking for it. Nice pics so far Drae!
Ok, I have something disgusting and funny as hell to tell you. You all know we’re a not for profit, right? And have you guys heard of the Suri Cruise bronzed poop? if not, google it, but basically, he is trying to start a trend where one bronze’s a baby’s first poo instead of its first pair of shoes. When a baby breastfeeds, it has no solid poo, so when it goes to solid foods I guess it’s a big celebration.
So anyway. We get a call last week, when I was out, from the State PR guy basically asking us “Do you know about the Suri Poop? Ok, who authorized this?”
And the girl here was like “Who authorized what?”
Turns out the Suri Poop dude is auctioning off his own baby’s first Poop on Ebay. Last I checked it was at 10K. And he is donating the money to our organization, and apparently he claims he got authorization from us - the Albany office - which we never gave.
Anyway, no big deal, we give him authorization. The organization is somewhat divided - some people are faintly disgusted, some are amused, some are both. The girl in question is taking the 10K and running with it, and the other woman in our office is entirely grossed out. I find the whole thing unbelievably hilarious.
rosie, I’m sorry you’re not feeling well. Have you been to the doctor? Do you know what’s wrong?
Yesterday I did my First Ever Advanced Level Class. You should all be very proud of me. First I did Intermediate Two, and we spent a long time doing maya and fish (variations on vertical figure eights) reeeeaaaallly slowly, so we could see where we were screwing up. I twist forward. I’m going to have to work on that. Then we did a lot of stomach accents.
Everyone stand up. Probably you’ve got your stomach muscles flexed a little bit, right? Push out with 'em, fast, and as hard as you can, so everything is hanging right out. Don’t move your shoulders, just your stomach. Suck back in and do it again. There, you did a stomach accent. Repeat 100 times to have a sore belly.
Everyone took off for the next class, so I thought about it, and then joined them. Boy, they do stuff fast in Advanced. We did combos- double hip slide, undulate, bodywave into two chest circles, undulate, double hip slide. Very fast. I left just before the end vbecause we were going to do Dina spirals (named for a famous dancer). Drop to floor, back straight, and come up with spiralling outward hip circles. My knee wouldn’t like that.
It was a lot of fun.
My doctor is going to refer me to an orthopedist? Or something? She says there’s something odd and crunchy happening in my knee, and speaks of scopes and MRIs. I am frightened. Oh, well, it would be nice to have a fuctioning knee again.
Ok, wait - it’s Suri Cruise! Tom Cruise’s baby! Sorry.
I think I would pay big money for this shirt.
By the way, I’m not at all surprised about the bronze baby poop. It just figures. Hey, maybe that’s the answer to VBob’s Poop Fairy problem? Even at half the price of baby poop, that should cover the price of some serious projects at the VunderLair! (By the way, Bobbio, be grateful you’ve got a small dog. When the Poop Fairy visits our house, we need to wear hazmat suits.
The jello project sounds great, Ellen! But eating cheesy green jello?? That’s a pretty sketchy definition of “edible,” if you ask me. Of course, I’m not a 4th grade boy; they aren’t known for their discriminating palates, are they? My nephew makes himself bologna and Cocoa Puffs sandwiches (and he eats them, too!).
Tel - I’m with the crowd on this one. Cancelling the date was a good move. There are some things you shouldn’t compromise on!
First, just where would one take something to be bronzed? Second, if one were to take one’s or one’s progeny’s poop to said place, and ask for it to be bronzed, would the bronzing place seriously do that? ICK! Third, why in the name of Og’s throbbing prostate would anybody want to pay 10k for some bronzed poop? DOUBLE ICK!! Fourth, it might be fun to tell a charitable organization that you’re auctioning bronzed poop and donating the proceeds to said charitable org. That is if one is of the type that would bronze poop to begin with. TRIPLE ICK!!!
Bobbio if thou wouldst look back upon page two and set thine gaze toward the bottom thou wouldst find a post from Tupug of the Anachi that settest forth the details of which I made reference.
Or…
Look at my last post and read the quoted section. GEEZ! Ya need a map and a compass?
Thanks all for the hugs and kind words. I appreciate it muchly.
Today is another one of thoes SNAFU days. I have all of these loose ends that must wait for something or other til they can be tied up. I don’t like that.
tel, like I allus say…you have to kiss a lot of frogs before you find a prince.
rosie, hope you feel better by convention time.
rigs, what a weird dream!
I stll haven’t managed to see drae’s pics.
I remember the jello cells quite well. Reminds me of an old boyfriend who let off steam by squeezing a bowl of jello. Entertaining if nothing else.
Tupug
Drae, I love the pengies!
I also like the elephant.
Cool turtle, too.
Wow, those wax figures are AWESOME.
Elvis!
Ghandi???
Ooooooooooooooo…Johnny Depp. Scuse me while I wipe up this drool. He looks so real.
very cool, Drae! Thanks!
