What kind of dance are you taking, Lissla?
That reminds me - I missed my belly-dancing class today. I reeeeeeally wanted to go, but papers + beginnings of the flu convinced me I shouldn’t. Darn. It was the last class this quarter, I think. I’ll have to wait till January for the next one. 
Lili, tell Mr. Lissar to stop taking vitamins on an empty stomach. Or, if they’re real horse pills, chop 'em in half. Flintstones chewables work, too.
See, rosie, you just have to be patient.
Target entry fee was $100 tonight. I’m all done Christmas shopping. I bought an Etch A Sketch, a manicure set, and a lotion set for the Giving Tree at work. I picked up the laundry and only realized when I put it away that they’d forgotten something. So I had to drive back to pick up the stuff on the hangers. We have a drop off dry cleaner at work; I wish they’d take wash and fold, too. Then I’d just need to walk upstairs for my laundry. Moving to a place with a washer/dryer would raise my rent by about 50%, so it really is cheaper to drop it off. At least that’s how I justify it. Beats spending 3 hours in the laundromat with drunken homeless men and screaming, poopy children once a week.
Go home tonight to find a honey-do project waiting. It was a mix of ladder, steep roof and about 8 C9 bulbs to replace the burned-out ones. I hate that roof - when I’m on it, it feels like a 45 degree slope and it’s just at the upper limit of what I’ll willingly walk around on.
I’m kinda bummed. Nothing near in magnitude or importance to what others here are going through with ailing relatives, whether they’re simply puking or near the end, but it’s still annoying. We’re too far, and there’s too much mountains between us and the TV transmitters, so putting up an antenna to get the local HDTV channels is out. If I upgrade the dish service, I’ll be able to get a whopping three of our locals in HD.
Woo-hoo rosie! That is good news!
Other than the surprise we have planned for our son, I was sort of hoping that this would be a do nothing weekend. Nope, tis’ not to be. Our next door neighbor called us tonight to invite us to a 99 party at his house. We always have, and he, his fiancee, and his friends are a very nice bunch of people. The hubby and I are the old fogies of the group though. They’re all just barely over 30, most of them. Some are younger.
li-li, just wait until you have a wee one PROJECTILE vomiting. Believe me, after awhile you get used to it. Oh the gross barf stories I could relate; there are many, many, many.
We’re going to take our son out to dinner on his actual birthday (Pearl Harbor Day). He has opted for the Spaghetti Factory. Not really my fav, but it’s his birthday, so that’s where we’ll go.
Well, I think I’ll read my new book for awhile. When I went to look for a book on MapPoint (version 2006), I picked up Claudius the God and his wife Messalina by Robert Graves. I enjoyed I, Claudius, so I’m looking forward to this book. It’ll be a relatively short read though. That’s alright; it’s not like I’ve got tons of spare time anyway.
what’s a 99 party?
rosie, 99 is a card game.
The purpose of the game is to get to 99 without going over. Everyone is dealt three cards and a card is pulled from the draw pile and placed face up. The stack is built on that card. You put your card down and MUST remember to draw from the draw pile after you put your card on the build pile. If you forget, too bad, so sad, you’re now down to two cards. We’ve had friends end up with only one card. It sort of makes the game a little difficult to play.
All the cards equal their face value, except for the following:
A= 1 or 11 (whoever plays it, calls the value)
9=99
8=Reverse
7=Pass
10= -10 (negative ten)
The game is played until all but one player is eliminated. The last player takes the pot.
So, basically, it’s a very simple game, using basic math skills. Throw a drink or five into the mix though and things can get a little fuzzy, sometimes. Especially when people start slamming the reverse or pass card. There is a little strategy involved too. For instance, if you play the 9, which ALWAYS equals 99, you better have back-up cards in your hand (8, 10, 7, or 9), because the person following you just may have a reverse card (8) and reverse order of play back to you.
We play for money. Five bucks gets you three rounds. We’ve had up to 13 or 14 people playing, so it makes for a nice pot. We use two decks of cards. Usually, if the group is 10 or over, we play two rounds for $5.00 or the game will go on ALL night long.
I hope I didn’t garble the explanation up too much.
I’m home. I went to Wally World, they had 70 carts of go backs. I like Wally World, it makes my job seem easier. You can tell I’m from Wisconsin, I took the dog out, saw the thermometer said 31, and thought “It’s too warm for gloves”.
Taters, I’m glad you’ll get a little time to say good bye to Grampus. I wasn’t able to say goodbye when mine passed away. {{{{Taters}}}}
SCL, well, Conner is an ice hockey player. 
FCM, I get 98% less glurge since I sent out some Snopes links. My family are fast learners.
I now realize that you were using a slang term for Walmart, but when I first read your post I got excited and thought, “Is dogbutler a Griswold?”
I’m at work. Who thought this was a good idea? Bah!
The veg man called last night, this week my box had bonus beetroot which means I can finally make the beetroot and pomegranate soup I found a recipe for. He must have been having a bobbiomoment because he threw in a free bag of nuts. I wonder what I can do with those…any bright ideas?
Other than that it was a quiet night at Fortress Smid. Ophie was reluctant to come home from the cattery because they have heated snoozing spaces and fleecy beds there, but she eventually gave in and came back with us. I bribed her with treats. Does that make me bad?
BooFae look at it like this. It’s hard to come back home from vacation for us, so why should Ophie feel differently? 
LiLi sorry you had to deal with human puke. ICK! EW! EW! EW!
Ok, I’m here at work early to deal with some stuff while it’s quiet but I don’t wanna. I Don Juan be here! I want to be home waiting for my new toy to be delivered.
Ewww…LiLi …ewww. But it did add drama to your description of classes.
Glad to see I’m not the only one who’s thinking work is a questionable activity today.
I meant to be on my way to work by now, but couldn’t quite make the last bus. So I have another 10 minutes before I have to go out the door. Did some more decorating. Read some of the paper.
Suppose I should make sure I have everything ready to go.
Is it Friday yet?
GT
Y’all will be so proud of me. I did a bunch of the stuff I came in early to get done. Unlike a certain young lady, I decided to buckle down and get busy.
I should also be on my way to work, but I wanted to play a GAME with you people!! So, here we go …
Guess what sound woke me up this morning?
A couple hints:
I wish you luck. I’ll be at work in an hour to declare a winner.
you have a cat, right? the cat tried to climb up your christmas tree, roommate saw this and tried to stop it, cat pulled tree down over the couch, shaking loose some glitter from the ornaments, then roommate righted the tree before you came into the room.
either that or your roommate viciously sprinkled glitter on your couch, screamed “Nooooooooo!” then banged some stuff together to make noise. Just because she could.
What do I win? (mind you, I won’t be able to check back until tonight)
Or, either Drae or her roommate left a bottle of glitter stuff sitting out and the [del]spawn of satan[/del] cat found it and had a high ol’ time chewin’ on it and getting glitter all over the couch. The cat knocked over a lamp while in the throes of glitter ecstacy or however it’s spelled.
In other news…
Know what I hate? I hate it when I’m almost through with sump’n and find I need just a little bit of information from one person and find out that person called in and said she’d be about an hour late to work. So, here I sit and wait for one piece of information I need. If I had said information I’d be all finished in about five minutes. :mad:
I decided to play hookey today - I really need some sleep (in spite of all the sleep I got this weekend). I have a doc appt later I was going use my lunch hour for it - I’ll probably go anyway - I’m supposed to start a new drug that will make me feel wonderful (relatively) tho it has some pretty nasty side effects. But right now I am going back to sleep for a bit
Drae - some entity from another dimension crawled out of the television and started laying eggs, which resemble glitter, on your roommate’s head.
What do I win?
Haze, I do bellyance. I’ve been taking bellydance for years and years, kind of intermittently.
Jah, his stomach wasn’t empty, which made it more exciting. Used chocolate milk, shepherd’s pie, and toast all over the floor. It’s preparing me for motherhood, right?
Yawn. I have a whole bunch of housework to do today, and then we have RCIA tonight. Time for caffeinated beverages.
Okay, that was definitely TMI, LiLi. I am not gonna read any more of your descriptions. Can’t see you! Can’t hear you! Lalala!
I couldn’t get to sleep last night, so I stayed up waaaay too late. I did get a pile of work done, but this morning I’m seriously short on sleep. I guess I’ll have to take a nap. But it has to be early afternoon if I do because palebunny arrives midafternoon. Papa Tigs is using her as excuse to leave work early and go pick her up from the airport. Whatever works, right?
In the ongoing saga of his office, he first thought he’d end up getting a nice office, except that it’s all the way across the post, which would mean a 10-minute walk each way every time the command staff wants him, which is about 150 times a day. I suggested that this would be a good thing since the doctor said he needs to get more exercise. He was Not Amused. That, however, appears to be taken away too now, so his boss suggested they run some wires out into the lobby outside the command suite and he can just set up shop there. Hee! I love it when guys with birds on their shoulders get into a pissing match. They get SO bent out of shape over the teensiest things. Turf wars in the Army, gotta love 'em!
I’m too out of it to guess about Drae’s glitter couch. Unless Lieberace came back from the dead and danced on her sofa?
And now I guess I need to go drink more coffee so my fingers will function. You didn’t see all the typos I’ve cleaned up in this post. They’ve outnumbered the correct letters about 5:1.
See, I knew you guys would be creative. As much as I like Sean’s idea, regrettably, it went more the way rosie called it. Apparently, Sirius and Chunk were having one of their little tiffs (which, to the unknowing eye, is indistinguishable from Chunk simply mounting Sirius in the middle of the living room), and Khan, that little rabble-rouser, wandered right up, smacked both of them in the face with his paw, and took off for the kitchen. Already riled up, Sirius and Chunk took off after him … only Khan weighs eight pounds, is light on his feet, and is considerably more catlike than the others. Seventeen-pound Sirius apparently started the tree a-swayin’ (which is when Roomie yelled), and twenty-three-pound Chunk (why the hell do you think his name is Chunk?) finished the job. When I came downstairs mere seconds later, the tree had already been righted, but ornaments were strewn about the living room, including three giant, face-sized, glittery snowflakes, which of course landed right where I put my face when I’m chillin’ on the couch. Roomie and I used to run a Rocky Horror cast. We know all about glitter and sequins. That glitter will be all over us until July.
That said, thank Og for unbreakable ornaments.
I wouldn’t put it past her. She’s sneaky like that.