The Forecast Called For Rain

I killed Rue and I’m not sorry! Okay, it was just a rue plant, but it’s still dead, the poor thing. And I am sorry I killed it, but boy was it easy to kill. Just so you all know, I’m jealous you all have a summer of planting to do. Today it’s going to be 108 and I’m wondering how to nurse my plants through the heat.

Halloooo! Didja miss me? I was in San Diego yesterday and bought about a million snacks because I was completely out. Trader Joe’s had snickerdoodle cookies so I had to get those because snickerdoodles are practically my favoritest cookies ever. Word to the wise; Pepperidge Farm snickerdoodles are awful. I know snickerdoodles, snickerdoodles are a friend of mine, and those, dear Pepperidge Farms, are no snickerdoodles. Okay, the truth is, I just like saying snickerdoodle. The triple ginger cookies made me think of you all.

So more about me, me, and me. I got a new hot water heater yesterday, only it was a surprise. My old one kept blowing out and must have finally blown out for good when they came to check it, so they got me a new one and installed it. Which is great, except they moved some of my furniture around to get it through to the laundry. And the moving of my furniture really, really bothered me. As in, I couldn’t do anything else until I’d put everything back where it was supposed to go. Who knew I was so neurotic? Okay, don’t answer that.

Okay, back to more important things, like HAPPY BIRTHDAY TATERS! Sorry about the no fancy colors, just imagine sparkly purple letters that smell like apricots and are soft and delicious like marshmallows. Because that’s how I would make them if I could. All the very best people are born in may you know. Ahem, ahem…

Lissla, you really should get a pony and teach it to bellydance. If they can get those lippazanner horses to dance all fancy, in groups, then you can teach a pony to wiggle it’s hips. I have faith in you, but feel free to acquire any additional husbands or quasi-daughters you deem neccessary. VunderBob says he’s got extra pony storage room at his new place.

ems, do you feel sick because of your teeth or the pain meds? Vicodin can make you nauseous, ya know, and I’ll bet other stuff could too. You are a braver MMPer than I, I’m shakin’ in my boots at just the thought of having my wisdom teeth pulled. I don’t even want to tell you what happens if I think of what **VunderBob ** had done. Gah!

So really, what flavor cake do I make for tomorrow?

I meant VA/MD border. Can’t figure out why I said VA/NC border.
Actually, I’ll be driving kinda past you next week on my way to Pittsburgh. I’ll make sure to wave as I go by.

So, do have another May baby to celebrate?? When is your b-day so I can appropriately throw confetti and wish you bestest birthday wishes? Oh, the cake you should make should either be deep, rich chocolate or a nummy, nummy cheesecake. 'Course, that’s just my personal opinion…

I’m so, like, disappointed…I went to the dining facility to get a taco salad, only it turns out I got the days mixed up. Today was Asian Pacific something or another and they had…well Asian Pacific food. So, since I wasn’t in the mood for any of that, I just got a regular salad. Probably better for me anyway…

FCM, we have geese here too. What is it about government facilities and geese. They’re everywhere and they’re MEAN. Actually, the goose problem here isn’t as bad as it used to be, but still.

Finally, pain meds…just can’t take most of them. Anything with codeine or codeine based will turn me into an hours long barfing machine. Nope, just can’t do any of that stuff, so I always have to suffer.

Ashes it is the pain/anti-inflammitories that are making me pukey, dozey and generally feeling quite stoned actually.

Awful awful awful stuff. I am a big scaredy cat when it comes to the dentist from a childhood tooth extraction, a terrible dentist and no anesthetic (sp??). At home I actually make my Dad come in with me and hold my hand (I am 28 years old by the way!) Out here where I am totally by myself it took a lot of courage for me to go in there. I cried my heart out all the way through - very traumatic. And then they tell me that if these meds don’t work it will mean a root canal & they would also like to take my wisdom teeth out as well :eek: double :eek:

I am so trying not to think about that.

What I am thinking about is that it is only 2 hours & 40 mins until I get three days off work.

Ashes, did you wave at me on the way into town?

Lissla, I’m on LJ - big surprise as scout1222 too. I’m probably there a smidge more than I’m here at SDMB, which is why I asked if that’s where you were. I kind of like it.

Blogspot, however, looks far more “professional”. But LJ is good for the community aspect.

FCM, one of my coworkers got chased by a goose yesterday. We were out for our usual lunchtime walk and we were walking by one of the ponds. There weren’t any goose babies around or anything. But one of the geese came at her hissing and generally looking menacing. Boy, was I glad it was her and not me!

Yay! I’m only working a 1/2 day tomorrow. I really really need to get away from here for a little while. SOOO unmotivated.

And I’m going to meet my new guy tomorrow! OK, so I know I’ve said that about 3 times. I’m starting to annoy all my IRL friends too. But I’m just so excited! :stuck_out_tongue:

Hey, we’re all here to read about your new guy adventures. I’m happy for you and happy that you’re excited. So, FWIW, you’re not being annoying to me! :slight_smile:

I have a serious lack of motivation too, but I have been dutifully running my queries and building my tables for this STOOPIT data call. Blech.

Of course it’s my birthday in may! Darned if it isn’t on saturday, which is cool because we’re going out for drinks on friday to celebrate (any excuse really) but I usually play hooky on my birthday, so how do you play hooky from your weekend? I mean, I’m single, child free and renting, the only way I could relax more would be to stop breathing. And my dearest Taters, cheesecake is a good idea. Mmmmm… cheeeesecaaaaake…

I waved **scout ** but you were busy. Smoochin’ a boy and holding hands! Ooooohh, scout’s gonna get cooties!

ems, does your dentist know about the pukiness? My doc switched mine and it was much better. Well, until the migraine started. Nope, not gonna get my teefs pulled. You can’t get dry socket if the tooth is still there. So then you don’t have to worry about meds. See, that’s where you went wrong; trying to improve on stuff, yep. Status quo is my hero!

Why is it geese like to nip you on the back of the knees? They’re not supposed to be smart enough to figure out that that’s the most hurtful place to goose. Just for that, they must all wear goofy blue ribbons around their necks. Oh wait…

Ashes yes he does know infact he was the one that warned me it could happen. As did the pharmacist.

Stoopid teef! Stoopid dentist! And I just looked up ‘dry socket’ on Web MD - holy crap my wisdom teeth are staying put. I can feel tears building up right now at the thought. :eek:

Well, here’s an early HAPPY, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU ASHES!

Yeah, I really would have preferred it if my actual B-day would have fallen on the weekend, but oh well. I’m sure I’ll have a drinky poo or two tonight anyway.

…and damn! Now I have cheesecake on the brain, maybe I’ll have some tonight, or, if there’s key lime pie on the menu, I’ll have some of that!

OK, I’m all showered and relaxing. I mulched my garden, moved a teeny-tiny tree, cleaned up yesterday’s mess, coiled up 4 hoses, and did the push mowing while my sweetie did the riding mowing. Then he and I walked around and I showed him all the stuff my mom said we should do, and we talked about some other plants we want to move and a tree we want to get rid of.

I’m really hungry but way too tired to cook, and I’m in my robe, so I’m not going out. I think I have a little leftover tuna salad - maybe a quick sammich. I had some acetamenophen as an appetizer… oh, my back…

Happy B-day, Ashes!!!
<flinging more confetti with wild and reckless abandon>

When I used to work for Big Stupid Corporation I labelled the little trays on my desk Influent and Effluent, until my boss found out what it meant, or what he thought it meant.

My wisdom teeth, more specificall my now absent lower right wisdom tooth, is the reason I wear a beard today. I had it pulled over 30 years ago, I forget why, and got a massive hematoma on that side of my face. It was so tender I couldn’t even stand to have air blown on it, much less apply a razor,so I grew a beard. I’ve had it ever since. I’ve cut it off a couple of times, but it sneaks back in while I’m asleep and when I wake up there it is again! :eek: Obviously I was meant to have it.

Happy Birthday Ashes[sup]2[/sup]
I didn’t sing 'cause it isn’t actually your birfday today.
My Brudder’s Birfday is next week. He’s 4 years younger than me, (actually 3 years, 11 months, and 2 weeks), but my Birfday is next month.

Do you all remember my clematis that I planted at my pergola last year? Well, they’re almost to the top and blooming like crazy. I’m very pleased. Iffen it’d stop raining we could get the garden area ready and plant some veggies an stuff. It’s sposed to be nice Sun. And Mon. but we’re going back to Seattle (Tacoma actually) for Wife’s friends sixtieth Birfday. (I’m getting tired of typing Birfday, mind if I switch back to Birthday?) and then we’re gonna slip over to the coast and come back early Mon. afternoon.

-Bumba (all birfed out)

Is it just me or is everyone talking really fast today? Especially Ashes[SUP]2[/SUP] AND FCM. Or, maybe I’m just tired.

Yes, Rue, my entire sentence or two were strategically crafted to toy with your emotions. :smiley: (I don’t think he believes I REALLY REALLY want to go to TornaDope 2… :frowning: )

HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY
TO
Taters
and
(early)
TO
Ashes, Ashes !!!

I got lots done at work today, but now it’s raining and my brother’s plane is delayed, so he’ll be spending the night instead of driving home, so I need to clean a few things, but I’m tired (did I mention that?) and now I’m talking fast (or maybe just rambling).

So I’ll go consider dinner. And extra chocolate.

GT

Well, at least your not all “barfed” out, cause for just a split second that’s what I thought I’d read at the end of your post! :eek: Goodness sake, that was a lot of birfs!

When you’re up in Tacoma this weekend you’ll be closer to my neck of the woods; wave to me and Mr. Taters when you’re here. I hope the weather is nice on Sunday, but the weather report keeps changing, dang it! Two days ago the report said 70 degrees and pure sunshine for Sunday; today it said chance of rain low 60s. We wanted to go tubing and skiing, but there isn’t any way I’m going to ski or tube in conditions like that, even with a wetsuit. Sure, while you’re in the water it’s not that bad; it’s when you get out and it’s cold and windy that you’re freezing your tookus off. No thanks…

Taters, Happy Birthday again! I hope it’s been a good one!

taxi, have fun with the new kid! I’ll be out of town all weekend, no internet access, so I won’t get all the juicy details until Monday. You will be sharing juicy details, right?

ems, having your wisdom teeth out isn’t so bad. I got all of mine pulled at the same time. It wasn’t a fun week, but I didn’t get dry socket, and I lived to tell the tale. I’ve had one root canal, and that was worse. My back teeth are very hard to numb, so I had to get zillions of shots (well, at least six) with the horse needle. I hate, hate, hate getting shots in my mouth–for me, that’s torture. If I have to get another root canal, I want drugs, and lots of 'em.

Bumba, I saw your pictures, and you’re looking good with that beard! So everything worked out okay.

My cousin’s getting married on Saturday, and I have Nothing to Wear. I’m getting rid of a bunch of clothes that I haven’t worn in forever, but I don’t have anything springy that’s dressy enough for a wedding. HELP!!!

I have a wedding to go to on the 5th (yes, it’s a Sunday) and am in the same predicament.
Double HELP!!!

GT

Mr. lissar got dry socket for two weeks.
Just so’s you know.

What?

scout, I seriously doubt that anyone other than Mr. Lissar is ever going to read my blog. That’s not a whine- I like writing my thoughts out, and I can never remember to keep a paper diary. I don’t know how I’d react if random strangers came by and posted. Driving Husband has met lots of people over livejournal, and he quite enjoys the contact. I figure my SDMB and RL social lives (separate so they get pluralized) are just about enough.

Well, if they were friendly maybe it would be nice.

Attacks Husband is on his way over for tea and conversation. Another co-worker pointed out today that Attacks Husband sort of looks like Charlie Chaplin, in Chaplin’s not-movie-related candid photos. It’s weird.

Good luck finding something to wear to the wedding! At least you have some time to shop. I’m leaving in the morning, and I’m trying to throw together something, anything, that looks okay. I don’t wear skirts very often, so I never have a complete outfit when I need it. I’m probably going to go with a linen jacket and a brown skirt–not very springy, but it looks okay and it’s not too casual. I’m just too low-maintenance. And I hate packing dressy clothes. I like to pack light, and I hate when I have to pack an extra pair of shoes, and I hate even worse when I have to pack pantyhose and slips and all that crap. Why can’t I just wear jeans?

Lissla, you’re a bad, bad person. Don’t scare poor ems. She’s already a nervous wreck!

I have an outfit for the wedding, so now I need shoes. I have a pair of really cute vintage-looking black pumps, but I’ll probably walk to church (not far, but I can’t walk a lot in heels). I also have a pair of not-so-cute brownish shoes that would be more comfy, and I’m wearing a long skirt, so no one would see my shoes anyway. Decisions, decisions.

So I’m staying up way too late with this wardrobe situation, and I can’t sleep in in the morning, because I have to meet my mom at 2 to go book-shopping, so I can’t leave too late. That’s okay, I can sleep in on Saturday. Time for me to sign off and get some sleep!

Have a great weekend, everybody! See you on Monday!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DEAR ASHES!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU!

I have two brothers, a sister, and two cousins who were all born on May 26. One brother and one cousin were born on the exact same day. Another brother and sister were born on the exact same day. The other cousin was born on May 26 exactly one year later. Makes you kinda wonder what Mom, Dad, Auntie and Uncle were doing on September 26, don’t it? :smiley:

Durn it! I just get warmed up to post long and my stoopit boss calls me into a meeting. More later. :mad:

Tupug