HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DEAR TATERS!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU!
The big letters and color are in honor of swampy in case he can’t hijack another puter and do it himself.
Oh, and thanks to you and bumba for the hugs. They may have turned the day around for me cause right before the end of work, the assisted living place we visited on Tuesday called to tell me they had found my watch what I accidently left there in the dining room. I was sure it was probably in the trash because it was inside a little cup thingy cause it got broke while we were eatin’ and fell off and I needed to put it in sumpin cause it had little screw thingys floatin’ loose and all. Anyways, I was real glad they found it cause Mr. Anachi gave it to me for Xmas a few years back and it’s not a cheap one. So YAY!
That was cruel.
“Maybe I’ll show up this weekend” and that gets my hopes up.
“No, I won’t. Bwa! Hahahahahaha!” and my hopes gets crushed like something falling from way up high onto the hard rocks below.
The meaness, it made me cry.
Happy birthday Taters. At least I can always count on you not to toy with my emotions.
(Actually a little emotion-toying is fine now and again. I’m just being all dramatic.
Happy birthday, Taters! I hope your day is less rainy than mine.
I have to go shopping for birthday presents today for the WryGuy’s 76-year-old aunt and for an 11-year-old friend of ours. I think I’m gonna get 'em both model rockets (no joke - the aunt loves things that blow up.)
Okay, I am just in giggles right here. Cranky Hermit posts here, and I think “Hot damn, what a great username, why didn’t I think of it?” Then I notice that CH lives in my very same city. I almost suspect for a moment that I have a split personality - did I create an alter ego? No I haven’t. But now I have to figure out how to shangai that name for my own purposes! Bwa ha ha!
Oh, never mind me. The REAL reason that I am so cheerful is that I have a truly weird sense of humor. So weird that sometimes I’m the only one who thinks I’m funny. [sub]You could make that often instead of sometimes and be pretty accurate…[/sub]
I’m also lazy, so I’ll just borrow your coding to say…
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DEAR TATERS!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU!
(I changed the color and size so no one would notice I plagiarized.) [sub]Say, did you know someone snuck an extra i into plagerized? You’d think if they had to have one they would have put it after the a where it belongs. But noooo…so now I have to start saying play-gee-are-ized. Not that the word comes up often, and by the time it does I will most likely have forgotten.)[/sub]
Anyway, I hope your day is just plain wonderful, Taters! And also yours, Bumba! And everyone else’s, too! Here’s to wonderful days all around!
Thank you all very much for the birthday greetings. I can always count on you guys to brighten my day.
Yay! Swampy popped in to say hello! I hope you’re doing fine and enjoying some of the sites around these here parts!
I had to come to work because of the STOOPIT last minute project and the more I delve into it, the more I find data and communications are FUBARRED. Arrgh. I was really hoping to have everything done by next Thursday so I could make the Memorial Day weekend a four day weekend. We shall see. I believe the magic eight ball is telling “Definite No”.
Rue, I would never toy with your emotions; or anyone else’s either. I’m just not that kinda gal.
The weather today is rainy with possible thunder showers. Our poor May flowers seem to be getting pounded into the ground by the May rain. It clears up momentarily and then it pours. We have such crazy spring weather here. They even had a twister touch down up north somewhere in Snohomish or North Bend, I think. I mean, the twister definitely touched down, but I can’t remember exactly where because I was nodding off when the news was on.
Are we generating more personalities? Someone has to get me a memo on this one…
Happy bir’day Taters! Since you are probably overwhelmed with all the pretty colors, I’ll keep it simple & sweet - like you! Simple in a good way, that is.
I got to the NC/VA border before I realized that FCM probably didn’t bury some real nekkid ladies in her yard. Bob agreed, so I turned around and went home. But I will take you up on those pictures of yours, MagicEyes
Happy Birthday, Taters!!
And I know eggsactly what you mean about trying to get the stuff done. I’m still slogging through the old stuff on my dersk trying to get it all into shape for Roundboy to cover for me next week, and then people keep dropping new stuff on top of the old. For that very reason I have relocated my desk’s in-box to across the room. That way, I won’t get it on my dersk mixed up with in-progress stuff until I’m ready to get to it. I’d recommend that to anyone who can’t keep neat orderly piles of stuff on their dersks. Just like me.
ems I have nothing but sympathy for your and your teefess. Two weeks ago I had some major work done underneath the gum line on half of my mouth. And though now it’s all healed up, it hurt like a you-know-what for about a week. My advice to you is to start drinking heavily.
Any coding or spelling mistakes in this post I attribute to Attacks Things Husband. He was over until 4 last night. And Mr. Lissar is on night rotation as of tonight, so both of them seemed wide-awake and cheerful, which led me into not noticing the passage of time. I couldn’t get to sleep until 5.
Does anyone else feel like they’re viewing the world through plate glass, or it’s a complicated movie, if they go to sleep too late? I feel like that. Yeesh. I should at least take apart Driving Husband’s ham, sweep, and mop before work. Work is in four hours. This doesn’t seem like enough time.
Must go make tea.
I think ponies can bellydance. Well, maybe.
oh, yeah- I’m working on a list of freezable, easy, cheap snack-things for Mr. Lissar. He’s been relying too heavily on granola bars, which are relatively expensive (if you can eat four boxes of thirty each in two weeks). The problem is that he doesn’t like most bread or quick-bread stuff. No muffins, snack-type cake, bagels, or anything. He also doesn’t like dried fruit, and fresh tends to go bad before it gets eaten.
So far I’ve got homemade pizza buns, trail mix, baby carrots. I’d really like other suggestions. Little hand-held cold pies? It has to not go bad at room temp, not need heating, preferably freeze or be shelf-stable, and e something I can make or buy in bulk. Whew.
I might get another post or two in yet today, but I’ll soon be signing off for the weekend. Kinda hard to hijack the MMP when you’re moving to a new lair, and all.
Iff’n I don’t get back online at home sometime Sunday, I’ll be posting again Monday, when I can get back to work and rest.
Blogspot, not livejournal. Mr. Lissar and I are both on blogspot, although I just started, and his has become derailed into a very very long and complicated theological argument with an online friend.
I think I started mine last week. So far there haven’t been any startling pieces of wisdom. You’re welcome to read it if you’re interested. Are you on livejournal? Driving Husband is on livejournal.
Well, if you were headed south, you’d have a loooooooong way to go, seein’s as how I live north of you.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, TATERS!! <flinging confetti with wild and reckless abandon>
Oh yeah, and I just have to share this - I was hissed at by a goose! I was going to the snack bar across the street from where I work. On the front lawn of our building were two goose families - two pairs of adults, each with 5 young 'uns. I know it was 2 separate families by the way each hung together, plus one set of young 'uns was visibly younger than the other set. They were all munching on something in the grass, and I went my merry way.
As I returned, I saw they’d moved away from the entrance and towards the parking lot. I was walking from the parking lot to the front door, on the sidewalk, of course, because I’m just that way, and one of the adults must have thought I was too close. I was challenged with a menacing hiss. At least, I’m sure the goose thought it was menacing. I just thought it was weird. I told the goose to shut up. It occurred to me afterwards that my egg salad sammich may have suggested to the goose that I was inclined to eat fowl in all forms. Ya think?
So I had an adventure of sorts, and as I was going to my car after work, I noticed copious amounts of goose poop along the sidewalk and lawn.
And on that note, I’m going to change in to grubbies and get back into the garden. I want to get the mulch down before the rain moves in this evening.
They may have turned the day around for me cause right before the end of work, the assisted living place we visited on Tuesday called to tell me they had found my watch what I accidently left there in the dining room. I was sure it was probably in the trash because it was inside a little cup thingy cause it got broke while we were eatin’ and fell off and I needed to put it in sumpin cause it had little screw thingys floatin’ loose and all. Anyways, I was real glad they found it cause Mr. Anachi gave it to me for Xmas a few years back and it’s not a cheap one. So YAY!
