I’d hit it.
Well, the grampuses were pretty good yesterday. I showed them an ad for a new assisted-living facility that’s about five minutes from my house. Gram was very interested. Everybody please cross all extremities. Thank you.
I had an organic brown rice cereal this morning that vaguely resembles Rice Crispies but better. I actually like brown rice better than white rice. So does my cockatiel, Buddy.
gene, key lime pie is made with a variety of limes originally grown in the Florida keys. They are very small gnarly limes but make a great pie. swampy, I make a killer key lime pie that requires NO baking. It’s made with key limes, Eagle brand sweet condensed milk and egg yolks. The crust is crushed graham crackers and nuts, sugar, and melted butter. Chillin’ is necessary, though.
None of my team members are in the office right now. I am bored.
Tupug (zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz)
Sorry I’m late. I was over in CS contributing to the South Park thread, and then had to start a West Wing thread. And then, these big mean nasty people that surround me all day from 8 to 5 demanded that I actually do some work. They called it “earning my pay.” I guess they’re tired of paying for the privilege of having me around all day. I tell ya, the ingratitude of some people.
All this talk about what to put in Easter baskets and not one person has mentioned the goodness that is JELLYBEANS!!! All colors, all flavors, all sugar!!!
My little mommy is learning how to e-mail. She’s so cute! She’s taking a class and everything! I fully expect to be heavily spammed by her, but it’s all good, because she’s my mommy and I love her.
I’ll cross everything I’m not using currently for you. We did this last year with my in-laws, from a three-story enormous house with lots of stairs to a senior-friendly “independent living” condo complex not three blocks from my front door. My father-in-law has become the BMOC (Big Man On Condo) there, coffee klatsching with the geezers and having loads of fun with the twice-weekly therapy dog visits, bus trips to lunchie places and in-house banking. Mom-in-law, not quite so much, but she’s always been kind of shy - she does make good use of the library facilities and dining room, though. Even though she does not LOVE it like she loved the old family homestead, she does concede that it’s a relief not to have to change the furnace filters or climb stairs to do the laundry.
Best of luck to you and your grampuses! (I still think the plural is “grampi” though.)
Well, here I am, back at work…sigh. I need a vacation, badly. I’m just getting a little burned out, is all; nothing a two week vacation wouldn’t cure. Unfortunately, I’m not taking that vacation until AUGUST. On the bright side, I am taking tomorrow off and half a day next Friday. I was gonna take the WHOLE day next Friday, but noooooo, the boss wants me here 'cause we’re switching office spaces. I had this planned for weeks. I’m picking the younger child up from 6th grade camp that day, plus my daughter is taking a jaunt over the mountains to perform in a band competition at CWU. I need to have her at her school by 6:00 a.m. and she’s not getting back until 9:00 p.m. Obviously, I’m not going to that, cause the ACTING chief says I have to be here. Sheesh. I want my REAL boss back. He’s away at school right now and won’t be back until June.
I’m hungry. I am seriously considering taking a walk down to the dining facility to get some oatmeal, or sumpin. I should brought my nanner in, dang it.
Swampy, I told the hubby that you said you were makin’ your travelin’ plans next week. He said "good, it would be fun to go to dinner w/Swampy.
gene , I know we’ve all said it before, but good lord, man. That is some STRONG caffeine or sugar high you’ve got going there. Could you send some of that energy my way? I’m just across the ocean from you, in case you need to know. I’m drinking my grande, quad shot Americano, no room, but it just isn’t doing it for me today.
Oh boy! I would like some rooms painted! (I’d also like hardwood flooring, but my HOA forbids it because I’m on the second floor and would be Clompy McClomperson for my poor downstairs neighbor, who I think is cute and looks like Wayne Brady. Although he’s never around, so it might not matter…)
Do you think he’d like San Diego? PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE!
Ooooo! Ooooo! I need one of them thar extra husbands. I need and want hardwood flooring all downstairs, and if y’all remember correctly, the hubby wants to paint. In addition, this extra husband would work out for my husband because he likes and plays computer games all the time too.
On second thought, the commanality of computer games may not be such a good idea; things wouldn’t get done. Everyone gets sucked into those and before you know it, hours have gone by and not a thing that NEEDED to be done was done.
No, I’m gonna need a Handi-Man husband that doesn’t like computer games…got one of those for me?
Taters, let’s work out a deal. Hardwood Husband has to come down from Canada. So we can plan his journey so that he passes by you on the way to me. He puts in your hardwood floors, and then continues down the coast to my unpainted walls.
I am open to sending him along once I’m finished with him, so anyone else need painting?
Yeah, but I need the painting done too. Can’t I have him do both painting and floors? I PROMISE I’ll send him down to you then.
I ain’t real for sure but I think Homebrew just tossed a lewd and quite lascivious comment in my general direction. ROWR 
Either that or he wants some MickeyD’s for lunch.
LOW I’m not real sure of all the weddingy type details yet. My niece is supposed to email me about the Friday night stuff. Apparently I am being included in the wedding rehearsal carryings on. It’s gonna be at a restaurant somwhere near the Embassy Suites, which is the site of the main event and where I’m stayin’. I’m kinda hoping the Friday night thingy ain’t more than a couple hours. If that be the case maybe we can go hang out a while over drinks. I’m pretty sure I’ll be able to do so on Saturday night to if that’s better. I won’t overdo it at the reception cause I’ll have my mother in tow. I’m supposed to be escorting her around and stuff. I really don’t understand all of this. Apparently, as one of the grannies of the bride she gets introduced at the reception and I am to escort her. It’s some kinda midwestern thing, or so I’m told.
Taters I’m glad your husband is looking forward to having dinner with me. However, I am hoping he understands that I want you there too. I have pretty good table manners. I don’t blow my nose at the table or wipe my mouth on my sleeves or nuttin’ like that. FCM is my witness to the fact that I am acceptable to be seen with in public.
Actually, Dishwashing Husband is a trained carpenter who does fine woodwork, and doesn’t really like computer games. And Lazy Canadian Husband (to distinguish him from Ex, presuming he still wants to be Lazy American Husband) is a fine arts student. I warn you, he’s really, really lazy.
Lazy Canadian Husband is the only one of my husbands who isn’t either dating or engaged. We despair of finding him a girlfriend. It would be a great relief to be able to ship him off to a loving woman or two. Driving Husband was thinking of taking him down to Utah with a Returning Missionary shirt, or maybe of ordering him a Russian bride. Sending him to San Diego would do nicely.
Err, you lot do know that anti-Americanism runs rampant in Canada, especially Toronto? Torontonians don’t think there’s life outside of Toronto, and definitely not in the States. It usually goes like this, “Eeew, move to America? Then I’d be, like, American! And not in Toronto anymore!”
So it’s not serious anti-Americanism, but it’s certainly whiny. And it may be difficult to convince him to move. And he only eats pizza. But I’ll try!
I am baking garlic cheese bread, and cinnamon-raison-whole-wheat. I am starving. The garlic cheese bread is HUGE. Let’s see if I can eat the whole thing before Mr. Lissar wakes up.
Swampy, of course he knows I’m to be there too! I wouldn’t miss it for the world and am so looking forward to it. He just thinks it’s cool that we MMPers and Dopers like to meet up in person. (Yeah, like I’'ve met so MANY of you; 1 down and several to go). He still won’t post or sign up for the SD because he’s afraid people will make fun of his writing style. He sure gets a kick out of what’s posted here. I am positive that you have absolutely elegant table manners, so no worries there. I’m afraid you might think I don’t have any. 
I never got my oatmeal or sumpin’ this morning and now my tummy is very rumbly, tumbly. I still have about an hour and a half before lunch. It’s a good thing the vending machines are way far away…
Y’all, I am deeply concerned about something. Well, not concerned enough to start a whole thread about it, but concerned enough to mention it here. I just know all my fellow and fellowess MMPers will be as concerned and appalled as I am.
See, Ashburn, GA is having its annual Fire Ant Festival this weekend. I was just reading in the local weekly, “The Wiregrass Farmer,” that there had not as of press time been any entries into the biggest fire ant hill contest. I mean, what’s a Fire Ant Festival with a mound of fire ants? They might as well just cancel the whole thing! I am concerned, shocked and appalled about the apparent lack of civic pride and duty of those Turner Countians. I mean, this is almost pit material here! Shame on all of em!
BTW, there’s lots to see and do in Ashburn. There’s the big peanut statue, the Jail/Prison Museum a kinda kicky antique mall (it’s an old store with lots of booths) that’s full of all kinds of treasures and a Shoney’s. A person could spend two whole hours just seein’ it all! I had my picture in “The Wiregrass Farmer” once. It was on the back page. It was when I spoke to the local Kiwanis Club. I never imagined I would achieve such fame. My sister said she couldn’t believe I actually saved it to show her. She was just jealous. I could tell.
Lissla, would telling him I have big boobs help the situation?
Yeehaw and Galldangit! That thar sounds like more fun than wrasslin’ pigs in a poop puddle.
I think that festival is in October. 
Honey, you just keep me abreast of the details and I’ll figure something out.
(Well?
I said “abreast” - where’s my damn <snerk>?)
I will tell him, scout. You also provide gingersnaps! Boobs and gingersnaps!
I measured the garlic cheese bread. It was 1 foot long, 11 inches wide, and 6 inches high. Anyone want some?
I don’t know about this extra-husbands thing. I’m still not sure about having to share my space with one husband, let alone multiple! TaxiDriver’s a great guy and all, but we really do best with a few states in between us. (Well, 'cept for those fun visits we have every once in a while!)
Hi, dangergene! I wasn’t around when you were here before. I’m still a bit of a newbie, but the MMP’s taken me in and so far they haven’t even threatened to kick me out, so I must be doing something right! I do like your posts. My conversations go something like that, and TaxiDriver’s the only one who can keep up so I keep him around. Or five states away. Close enough.