I want you all to know that I read and appreciate every one of your posts, I really do. I just don’t remember them. Because I’m old, or something.
Bob, we want pics! That goes for the rest of you too. We want pics!
And cookies! We want pics and cookies!
Yeah, where is Ex?
I missed you Tupug , does that count?
scout, I sure hope you’re feeling better today.
I’ve been abandoned by my lunch partner SNIF so she can have a lunch date with her hubby. So now I have to eat ALL ALONE. Actually, sometimes it’s nice to just have the space to myself, you know what I mean? Not that I’m a crusty ol’ hermit or anything, but sometimes ME time is just nice to have.
You know, I forgot to mention something about Swampfest. The plan was to meet up in or in front of Doc Maynards. I think the hubby and I walked right past Swampy, Bumba and Mrs. Bumba on our way in to Doc Maynards. So, the hubby went in to buy tickets for the Underground Tour. At any rate, I told the hubby I was going back outside to see if any of the others had arrived.
So, I walked outside and I saw a man wearing a baseball cap. On the cap were the words I was looking for and I knew I was looking at Swampy. So, I walked right up to the group (Bumba, Mrs. Bumba, Swampy, Aguecheek, Lady Aguecheek, and Janxx ) and practically yelled, “Hi!!! I’m Taters! I’m so pleased to meet you all!” I think I must scared them a little with my exuberance and I even gave Swampy a great big hug. They must have all wondered if they had met up with some crazy, stalker nutcase. I guess you had to be there, but the expressions on all their faces for just a split second were pretty funny.
**taxi, ** you’re right…this week certainly is dragging butt. I want Friday to get here too. You know, they say you shouldn’t wish time away, but I always look forward to my weekends and just want to rush through the work week. I think weekends should be at least three days and work weeks should be four days. But, that’s just me, what do I know?
I am feeling better. I still sound like crap, but I have this thing called “energy” today. That was completely lacking yesterday.
Ah, “energy”. That happens when you eat what is called “cookies”. Or “Chocolate”.
I notice no one has sent me wads of cash for dance classes yet. Obviously you’re just shy. I only need $603.75 (after tax) so I can get 48 classes. And a car would be nice, too. Maybe some gold-plated pirahnas. A Manul cat and a pony. Yeah, that’d be good.
Oh, yeah. Quasi-Daughter very thoughtfully bought me a plant on Friday. It’s now dead. She should know better. I can manage cats because if you don’t feed them they shriek at you. I can only keep a plant alive if they find one that follows you around demanding to be watered.
I noticed yesterday that it was already dying, and watered it. Too late.
Ha Taters I ain’t afeered of some purty young girl walkin up an huggin me! That was just surprise on my face. The onliest purty young girls who hug me these days call me ‘Papa’, or ‘Gramps’. Not that they aren’t the bestest hugs in the world, though.
Lissla, I’ll get a check right out to you, just as soon as this lottery ticket pays off.
P.S.** {{Puggy}}**
hee!
:o 
Well, I thank you for the compliment, but I am not all that young. I’m not old either (depending on your point of view). Tomorrow I turn 41…I can officially say I’m in my “early 40s”. I think I’ll just stay there too… 
I think I’ll buy me a lottery ticket tonight. The state jackpot is pretty decent, and although I’d probably keep working, it would certainly help when the kiddos abandon us for college. It would be a hell of birthday present, I tell you! Yeah, like I’m really gonna win. Can’t win if I don’t play though.
If there were any money in herming, I’d go Pro in a heartbeat. People tend to get on my nerves. (Not you people, but those people.)
I’m bored. Bored, bored, bored. I went from having way too much to do to not having nearly enough. Why can’t I find a job with a workload that’s somewhere in the middle? There’s only so much loitering online and playing games I can do.
I was freezing this morning, but now I’m hot. Except my shoulders. My shoulders are, oddly, the coldest part of my body. My feet are rarely cold.
I should be going home soon. What should I do for dinner? I never got the enchiladas I wanted last weekend. It was my sister and her husband’s anniversary yesterday (4 years), maybe I’ll take them to my favorite restaurant. Or I could see if the BIL wants to grill that hamburger I’ve got in the fridge.
I’m normally up by 4:45 so I’m on my way to work before 5:30. This morning, the furnace came on just before 4 and it woke me up. I tried to get back to sleep, without a lot of luck. I figure I’ll be unconscious in another hour or so.
Well, I am a crusty 'ol hermit, and proud of it! So many people are scum! Probably not if you get to know them, but so often…I don’t WANT to get to know them! Hermitting has many unsung benefits…people tend to go away quickly when they are smacked with intense crabbiness and snippy behavior. Not attractive, but it works!
I actually considered buying some rue at a plant sale recently. I think it would be lovely next to a garden gnome, don’t you? But then I remembered that I already have more herbs than actually fit in my garden (I still have several homeless lavender plants), so I passed until next year. I was kinda startled to see it at the sale, actually.
The hermit thing? I’m in. As Rue said, it’s "not you people, but *those *people"that are getting to me. EVERYONE was getting on my nerves today at work. OK, not my team because we had a very nice team lunch, but everyone else who wanted something from me that was already overdue. And maybe it wasn’t the actual people, but the overdue things that were annoying, since my life currently consists of about 90% stuff that should have been done last week/month/year. So, yes, being a hermit is seeming more and more attractive. Gosh I’m crabby - sorry.
Ellen, that’s the cutest family picture ever! (OK, maybe second cutest…) Your boys both look adorable (and you look lovely, of course).
VunderBob - also calling for pictures of the new lair…
Rue, I was getting hopeful that I might be able to make it to TornaDope after all, but it looks like I’ll be working on the weekend. ::Sigh:: See crabby paragraph above.
Lissla, once again, the dance classes just don’t sound like my mental image of bellydance classes. Of course, I didn’t know I had a mental image of bellydance classes until just recently… But gosh we’d love pictures of bad fashion guy. I suppose he might notice if you started taking pictures, though? Oh, and the check…? It’s in the mail, of course. (Which reminds me of a joke about bears and tourists. Sadly, all I remember is the punchline.)
There was more, but I’m really tired. Whoever I forgot…, I’m not ignoring you. I promise. And if I repeated what you just said, but in different words, chalk it up to my diminished mental state. (Yes, I’ve been a victim of this too…)
Off to the garden or to bed or something.
GT
So anyway, Mom and I worked a lot this afternoon. I planted most of my marigolds, all of my hosta, some naked ladies, some yarrow, some daffodils, and my veggies. Mom took a variety of stuff home with her - no poison tho - she said she had enough. She did weed the big bed in front of my porch - yay, Mom!
Then, when my sweetie got home, we went to eat at Captain Leonards - a really good seafood restaurant a few miles from me. Mom is now on her way home, and I’m relaxing because my feet hurt and my back hurts and I’m just achy all over.
All in all, it was a good day. I’ll try to take some pics tomorrow.
My my my my we are a quiet bunch this week. I am re-potting plants this weekend so it appears gardening is the chore ‘de jour’.
I have had a really crappy LONG ass week and to cap it off I had a dentist appointment today aswell. Just for y’alls future reference when the dentist is drilling out an old filling and then he stops and says “Oh…??” it is not a good thing. Just sos you know. M’kay? Still I got good drugs out of it but floating whilst driving now that is a different matter!
Wow, it does seem that a good many of us are having a crapola week. Hmm, I say we all crack open the beverage of our choice tonight and toast each other as well as the impending arrival of Friday just to buoy our spirits! No? Well, it was a thought…
I did cram a bunch of (okay I planted them) of pretty flowers and plants in my clay planter for my front porch. Methinks they need a touch of fertilizer though. I was out when I planted them.
em, you were floating when you were driving? :eek: Doesn’t that make it hard to reach the gas pedal and brakes? Or, were you floating George Jetson style…that would be cool, you could just float over all the traffic on the road.
See, I really, really need to go home now. I’m just plain being silly in that paragraph. Seventeen more minutes then I can go home and have some leftover home made chili. I made a big-ass pot of it last night so we could eat on it for a couple, three days.
I’ve always thought that floating George Jetson style would be fun. Just think - no more worrying about potholes and other obstacles.
I planted a few of the containers that live on the back stoop, then took a walk, so I’m feeling a bit less crabby.
And as for the beverage idea, I’m going to go do just that. I’ve decided that I’m going to watch a nice fluffy movie for a little while (I picked Roman Holiday), drink a beer and get up really early with what I hope will be more energy and a better attitude.
Cheers! (I hear we need them :D)
GT
Howdy Y’all!
It’s moi, sneaking in for a post from the Doubletree Hotel down by the airport in Seattle which is called SeaTac, in case y’all didn’t know. swampfest was a blast! Even better than watching sweaty, burly men heaving things! So, I’m not even jealous of Rue and the Scottish festivel and burly men like I usually would be. I met Taters and Mr. Taters and Bumba and DenMum (Mrs. Bumba) and all kinds of other dopers! Scotticher gave me a coffee mug which is now my new favorite coffee mug and picunurse painted us a swampfest placard which she signed saying it was in honor of the “Social Event Of The Season”, which, natch, it was and all. I got everybody to sign the back of it just like in high school asking everybody to sign my yearbook. Oh, and I got a real special present of soaps and shower gel and stuff from the Bumba’s which they told me I had to share with ol’ you know who. I will. Maybe. If he behaves. Or, maybe we’ll soap each other up with shower gel when I get back. That was some TMI so y’all won’t get all lonesome for some before I get home.
I survived the first three days of work. Now, I get to go back to my room, after I eat me some dinner, and read stuff about the place I’m going to torture tomorrow and Friday. I go home at 7:40 AM Saturday morning. I’ll be back in full MMP swing come Monday morning.
Sorry, gt- I don’t think he’d be happy if I took pictures. I’m not good at on-the-spot fibbing, and he’s find out I was taking pics so’s I could post them on the internet for my buddies to laugh at. I can’t see it being a good scene.
Bellydancing is awesome- it’s fun and good exercise and really challenging. Plus it doesn’t screw up your joints like jazz and ballet.
Good. I’ll be back in class just as soon as Bumba wins the lottery. What about the pony? And the gold-plated pirahnas?
Hi swampy! We miss you–not enough <snerk>ing around here when you’re gone!
V-Bob and sean are on their way over. Someone really should explain to them that these aren’t real naked ladies. But just to make up for it, I might post some nudie pics on my website.
Lissa, don’t you have one of them newfangled camera phones? You can take pictures of Fashion Guy without him ever knowing. If you don’t have a camera phone, you should get one, just so’s you can take some sneaky pictures for us. Remember, this is a good thing for Well-Dressed Man, because he’ll be Famous on the Internet. That’s a Good Thing. He could be the next Peter Pan.
Taters, in case I don’t have time to post tomorrow, Happy Birthday!.
ems, I hope your sore teethies feel better! Drugs help–my dentist offered me Valium last time. I didn’t take it, but I like him a lot.
taxi, I’m glad I’m not the only one who’s a bit unmotivated at work. I think it’s time for a new job.
Good heavens, I’ve been thinking about this. I even asked people, and they all agreed that this is not a GOOD thing. Not even remotely. All agree that cheerful people are VERY ANNOYING, and that being nice is gag making. All agree that I should fold up my tent and slink slowly into the night…when it comes to being on this board. OTOH, I am made of sterner stuff and shall therefore continue to soldier on. I don’t promise to be CHEERFUL, though. Nor do I promise to be nice. In fact, I shall try to be less of both, even if I was ever either. Which I was not. :smack:
It IS true, however, that Taters is a sweetheart. I liked her husband a great deal, too. I also liked everyone else. The Swampfest crew was universally wonderful, and I enjoyed myself even more than I expected to.
Bumbazine I refuse to comment on, since he is buried deep in the mud and cannot defend himself.