Things I learned about Canada, eh? (MMP)

How you doin’? You know I have this thing for burly men. :smiley:

Ok, it’s like this. donkeybear made his debut on the Dope as chaoticdonkey, then he changed to his current form. When he did this I started calling him donkeybear. Puggy calls him bonkeydear. He apparently will answer to anything. Also, he was my cyberstalker until he got all boyfriended and he hid out in the waaaaaay tall bushes on the side of my house. I use to leave him cookies and such so he wouldn’t get hungry.

I came home from work early today cause my sinuses hurt. I took some Benadryl[sup]TM[/sup] and went sleepy bye for a couple of hours. My sinuses still hurt. Ima take some more in a while and go sleepy bye again. I’m all alone tonight cause ACBG has a meeting, so it’s just as well I go sleepy bye early.

I have also discovered that I am so easily amused. I turned on the sprinklers in the backyard and then sat for a good fifteen minutes just watchin’ em go round and round. I didn’t go out in the yard though. I’m too smart to do that twice.

Although, during the summer, I have been known to go out and play in the sprinklers while they’re running. I know, I know. I have this great big hole full of water I can go play in but sometimes choose to run through the sprinklers. It’s fun!

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YAAAAAAY MR. LISSAR!!! CONGRATS!!!
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If by flirting, you mean fellatio, maybe.

:stuck_out_tongue:

Huh. I didn’t realise that fellatio was flirting.

I have obviously been flirting all wrong.

Of course, I don’t think Mr. Lissar will be pleased with me if I use my new definition of flirting instead of my old definition when I got out dancing. Also, I don’t think the new definition is as appropriate for work as the old. This is a conundrum.

Have I mentioned that welby is burly, swampy?

:smiley:

I was pondering a question after I posted earlier:“Now, was it swampy who had dibs on burly and Kallessa with dibs on brawny, or was it the other way around?” Thank you for posting the answer.

GT

Well, since Kallessa hasn’t been around lately to enforce that ruling, :frowning: I guess Swampy gets 'em all now.

Me, I’m lithe and winsome myself. Wifey says so.

Oh, and congrats! to Mr. Lissar!!!

I’m glad you have an acceptable stalker now Taters. I was gonna do it but we live too close together for me to be a good long-distance stalker, and my dance card is kinda full already. Wifey says so.

BTW, iffen I was to want to flirt with one of the wimmins in here, what would I hafta do? Not that I’d get to do it. Wifey says so.

Um, Bumba, does wifey read the Dope?
I think you know where I’m going from there…
I’m starting to like this gay definition of “dating”. Now, all we’ve gotta do is have a special on Oprah that says swallowing semen cures breast cancer and get this “definition” moving to the females!
Who’s with me???

Bueller?
Bueller?

I do believe that Kallessa had dibs on brawny, and Swampy had dibs on burly.

Bumba, it’s okay to flirt with us, because we all know it’s not for real. Besides, **The Wifey ** has met me, and she must know that I’m harmless. I’ve got all the man I need in Mr. Taters.

Mr. Bus Guy, the hubby wanted to know if I’d left you some cookies in the shrubs you were hiding in. He didn’t want you to get all hungry and stuff. I told him I’d remember for the next time. So, what’s your favorite? Chocolate chip? Oatmeal raisin? Oreos? Butter cookies?

You and me both! No wonder I could never get dates in college. It all makes sense now. I was trading bon mots and the guys wanted BJs. I’ll never learn.

MBG -that sounds like a stressful way to end a day’s work. Yuck.

Congrats Mr Lisslar!
I went to HD today (again), but they had no plants I liked (what is up with that? They were all petunias. Very odd). Ok, so they weren’t all petunias, but there was not much else to be had. Anyway, I thought I’d check in with Flooring just to see about how to get my floor installed etc. I asked this one guy. He (I swear this is true) told me he didn’t know much about flooring–I asked him if this was his dept and he said, yes, but he didn’t know much.

This was somewhat discouraging, but I am nothing if not intrepid. He offered to find me some helpful sales help. I concurred. He disapppeared.

A few minutes later a woman appeared. Her name was Athena–I kid you not. Sadly, there is nothing goddesslike about Athena. I think she must be on a work release program from the Illinois State Home of the Bewildered. Boxes of hair are more on the ball than Athena.

50 minutes later, I had an appt booked for my floor to be measured. Yes, it took Athena that long to do this (on a computer, I might add). She asked me all manner of questions (that wasn’t her “fault”, the asking me 5 times was).

Me:“I’d like to make an appt for my kitchen floor to be measured. I would like this vinyl floor.” (hand over sample).

Athena(holding sample I gave her):“Is this the pattern you want?”

Me:“yes.”

A:“Is this the color?”

Athena:“is this for a kitchen?”

Me:“yes”

A: “does this room have regular electric service?”

Me:" huh? Why, yes it does."

A:“Is the area heated?”

Me(heat’s been off for a week–it’s May, ferchrissakes!): “yes.”

A:“Is this for a kitchen?”

Me:" Yes."

A:“Do you have access to a large, open area, such as a garage or basement?”

Me:“yes. Unless the cabinets come before the floor.”

A:“Shall I put yes or no?”

Me:“Yes.”

A:“Which?”

Me:“Put YES.”

A:“do you have a pet?”

Me:“Yes, a cat. (anticipating her next query)-I’ll put the cat away.”(by now I’ll have the cat put down-get on with it!).

A:“And this is for a kitchen?”

Me:" Why yes, yes it is."

A:“No other rooms or areas?”

Me:“NO.”

It went on and on. She waited on every other customer as they approached the desk-all the while telling the other customers that she was waiting on me. She answered every phone call. She looked for Bob alot. It was excruciating. I need to develope an addiction to some sort of substance so that when things like this happen I can come home and drink or do drugs heavily.

Okay! So. Busy day. Today I was doing homework and having lunch with people and planning trips to see Avenue Q with the person with whom I had lunch (there’s a huge story there. Can I call next week’s MMP to tell it? Hmm?), and watching of Star Trek. And watching of House! Which was amazing! I love that show. They had a little girl on, whose mother thought she was having epileptic fits during car rides. Turns out she was, er, “ya-yaing the sisterhood” against the carseat. :eek: :smiley: :wink:

Another thing that happened. You may remember I mentioned a housing offer for this summer from a college student (FSU) named Dana to live with this person and his/her parents, and I said I couldn’t tell if this person was male or female. Well, she called me tonight, and we took care of some preliminaries. I don’t smoke, I’m not allergic to cats, I get a minifridge and access to their kitchen to cook food (because otherwise it’s takeout for 10 weeks), and the best part is, it’s $500 cheaper than the place I was trying to get before from Mr. and Mrs. We’re Never Home.

The other potentially best thing is that Dana is female, and is my age. A summer fling would do wonders for my constitution and she sounds really nice, but then I don’t know anything else about her, so we shall see.

Looks like I picked the wrong week to stop sniffing glue.

SNIFFplotz

Wednesday!

My sister was confirmed today. I got to sing at the event. Much fun was had, I guess. We had a bishop and everything. Apparently I missed the “all teenage females going to this event must either wear either a white dress or something totally inappropriately slutty” memo because I wore peach and black.

Also, it’s Wednesday! That means it’s my only TV night! Lost and America’s Next Top Model are both on! (well, actually, I don’t get to watch ANTM until probably tomorrow night becuase I have to wait for it to appear on youtube. but it’s on tonight for real!)

Spats: wow! a friend! I didn’t have any livejournal friends before. Your flooring story sounds terribly frustraing. At least the first guy offered to get someone else… most people would have just been like, “wha? I dunno. don’t bother me. bye.”

Rigs: I don’t know too much about the whole livejournal thing, but i know it’s free and you can post comments (I don’t know if you have to have a livejournal to comment or not. I think you probably don’t.)
I wondered about the whole chaoticbear/donkeybear thing too. Glad that’s been cleared up :slight_smile:

Sean, I too am anxiously awaiting details!

Rose: waves arms here I am!

Lissla: yay! congrats to Mr. Lissar!

Dots good to hear from ya. Just remember to keep taking care of yourself, ok? What flavor was your sister confirmed in?

I do indeed collect burly men. Well, not as in, I have a basement full of 'em, but, one at a time. ACBG is my current collection.

Today I get my tb test read. It’s all smooth so I’m pretty sure I don’t have TB yet again. I was disappointed to learn that nowadays TB can be treated without checking in to a sanitarium. Jawja had a nice one all tucked away in the mountains of nortwest Jawja. I guess I’ll never have a chance to go all Camille and waste away with the consumption.

For some unogly reason, that page I linked to decided all of a sudden it won’t work. Stoopid internet!

So, you’ve already finished off your Trader Joes, eh?

Sure. Ice Cream or Apple Pie? Answer: Both

taters: Oatmeal raisin, if you would. A maybe a wee bit o’water? This licking dew off the leaves isn’t cutting it. Thank you. Also, could you try and walk by the windows some more and pretend you don’t know I’m there? Flick your hair, gaze longingly at the sky, that sort of thing?

Lissla Actually, fellatio is a very acceptable form of flirting.

Really, it is.

Today is get a bit of work done in the morning, then escape to the White Sox game.

It’s tough work, but somebody’s got to do it. May as well be me, right?

Oh, and rigs, there’s about a 50/50 shot that I’m going to be in my old stomping grounds for part of a day next week. When I know for sure, and know a day, maybe we could meet at HD and pound some sense into Athena!

It’s official now. I don’t have TB again. Just thought everyone would want to know.

Oh, and congrats to the Mister!

<steps forward, clutching chest and trembling all over>
Could this be? Could I possibly have an audience with the Great Bus Guy?
<puts hand over heart>

My land, I feel all over faint. My smelling salts, someone!

I’m working Wednesday (stoopid lunch meeting that we don’t get lunch at) and all day Thursday, so other than that…you bring the shovel and I’ll hold her down.
:smiley:

Boy, li-li, you are one lucky young lady. Not only is Mr. Lisslar hunkorama but apparently he is highly employable as well! Congrats! :smiley:

bonkeydear, I am terribly sure there is some wiggle room in between our definitions of flirting. I’m just saying is all… :stuck_out_tongue:

bumba, you may flirt (in the old fashioned sense) with me if you like. We are of an age and far enough apart for the LD stalking factor. Plus wifey can rest assured that it’ll all be harmless and in fun. :wink: Afterall, one shouldn’t allow social skills to rust so to speak.

swampy, good to hear you won’t be hacking up a lung. That would just never do.

Tupug

YAY on Mr Lissar

regarding this new definition of flirting - will you guys “return the flirt”?

Dottie - how are you feeling this week? How’s the show going?

Of course! Well, maybe not with a female.