Driving Husband says firmly that he can still drive.
They’re both here right now, so there’s four people here; these four people constitute two marriages, two siblings, and a dating couple. Quasi-Daughter is Mr. Lissar’s Pseudo-Little Sister. We figured this out while making dinner.
I still want pics of people, and my email’s been updated.
Well, make up your mind Bob! Did you grow up in Indiana, or not? Everyone knows Goshen is just east of Cincinnati. The Ohio Cincinnati, not one of the other 8 you can find if you look.
Just to loop this back to the top (because that’s what I do):
You know what was impressive? While my brother and I were strolling around the trail there was this trail-runner. She was somewhere between 70 and a million. But she just kept trottin’ along the trail. She passed us three times! The last time we asked her how far she ran. She runs that trail for three laps! It’s a 6.8 mile trail! We felt like total slack-asses because after the first circuit we were about done and there was NO WAY we’d be running it anyway.
This past weekend, the Little Woman bought a new vacuum cleaner. She had to. The old sweeper’s bag was full.
Weather Control hit the reset button. We’re back to “seasonal” weather. And it’s supposed to rain today and tomorrow. Then it drops back to the lower 70’s. (Ha!) It’ll take it til Sunday to climb back to 80º. Yeah, this is hard to take.
Doggy Kai is adorable! AWWWWWWWWW… I wanna skritch him and give him a tummy rub real bad. I’m a good doggie tummy rubber. Ask any doggie who’s tummy I have rubbed and they’ll agree.
I’ve never sneezed or blew a booger into the chalice. I have, however, been the last person to receive Communion on occasion and had Chalice Bearers attempt to make me chug down all the wine left so they wouldn’t have to. One time it was almost half a Chalice of wine, so I caught a little Communion buzz. That was interesting. I got buzzed for Jesus! 
Or should that be buzzed on Jesus? :eek: That sounds like a reason to get sent to hell.
Speaking of church stuff, last night at Vestry meeting we approved the preliminary site plans for our new building which we hope to build within the next three years. There was a 30 minute discussion on how the giant wooden Crucifix would be suspended over the Altar. I kept thinking, the giant wooden Crucifix is suspended over the Altar in our current church, so I guess it’d be the same way in the new church but apparently it will be suspended in a different way. Then a fifteen minute discussion ensued over where to place the giant wood carving of the Last Supper which is behind the Altar in the current church. It was decided that it would be placed over the door leading from the Narthex to the Apse of the church. Then we discussed where to place the Baptismal Font. It will be just inside the Apse but may be moved to just outside the Sanctuary if it doesn’t fit in the space designated just inside the Apse. The thing is marble and huge! We also discussed lighting, sound systems, HVAC and duct systems and all kinds of fun stuff. I’m beginning to think our architect doesn’t like us very much cause we’ve been agonizing over the site plans for almost two years. However, they are now officially approved which I am sure will make the building committee and the architect very happy. Next, we get all the info on preliminary construction costs. I foresee many called meetings over the next few months.
This afternoon, I get to go to Cairo, Jawja (pronounced Kay-row). The local high school there calls itself the Syrupmakers. <snerk> I am torturing…err… testing someone who is entering our residential program down there. See, I’m the only one who has a “Level C” qualification so I am the only one who can administer certain psychometric tests. Actually, I could have somebody proctor the test and then I could take the results and do the interpretations but I’d rather do the whole thing myself. I want to make sure the test results are accurate and I can’t do that without administering the tests myself now can I? Anyways, I get to go to Kay-row and it looks like it’s gonna storm, so I get to drive 50 miles in icky weather. YAY!
Don’t y’all just love me sharing the minutiae of my life?
Psst. DogMom. Over here. You should call swampy Angel Pants. He likes that.
Where are welby and dangergene? They’ve been gone for a couple of weeks now, right?
Okay, the trail-runner is impressive. Heck, she wins the impressive stuff contest. All-time champion. That’s cause I find running impressive. The best I can do is a sort of quick waddle.
Quit whining Kalley. At least you still have those huge slugs.
ANGEL PANTS? Erm…um…no, I think I’ll stick with swampy, thanks anyway Ex. (You’re just trying to get me into trouble, aintcha?)
swampy Why thank you, Kai thinks he’s adorable too. (He ought to - enough people TELL him he is… :D)
If you give him tummy skritches he will hurl himself at your feet and just stay on his back forever or until you’re done, whichever comes first. He LOVES tummy skritches. He also likes it if you scratch RIGHT behind his ears. I think that’s the switch for his brain and turns it completely off when you scratch behind his ears.
Buzzed For Jesus is good, right? FWIW, I “dunk” so I don’t get all that much wine - gives me a major migraine, so I’m probably contributing to the whole Buzzed For Jesus movement. Sorry about that. Though I’m pretty sure you can’t get sent to hell for it.
Kai-Dog is cute. I like this picture best.
My Molly-Dog wears bandanas, too, and thinks she’s very pretty when she wears it (because I tell her she’s very pretty when she has one on!).
Since she’s a girl, she has quite an extensive wardrobe: red, blue, pink, purple, green, and a few prints. I like the blue one on her the best, but people tend to think she’s a boy when she wears blue.
Am awake. Strange grocerey-shopping-related dreams. Sinus headache. Want backrubs and tea. Instead, have to do laundy and cooking. Will have tea before move futon. Oww.
I blew a really impressive amount of snot out of my nose this morning, and I could feel the pressire going down. It was kind of neat, in a disgusting, painful way
It’s sticky and warm today, so I’m going to put the air conditioner on. I want autumn.
Woo hoooo! Meeting me will help swampy not to miss the dope so much!
This makes me happy! I am somebody!
I am sorry Lissla Lissar I didn’t mean to cause you to get locked out of here.
Ditto here. We turned the A/C back on yesterday. Back to normal Baltimore weather. It’s overcast today, sorta rainy-looking.
I need to go to the grocery store, too. Any suggestions on what to make for dinner?
I want Autumn, too. I love the cool weather.
Okay, okay, okay!!! I’m sorry! Take it back! I’m done with it anyway! I’ll never do it again! I promise! So there! 
dogmom, Kai is way cool. I love that blue/brown eye thing. None of my dogs wear bandanas. They pretty much go nekkit alla time an not cause they are members of ANRA either. An they don’t go to camp.
I gots to keep this short cause I’m heading out for a road trip to the cookie store to order a cookie cake and sundry other birthday items for a coworker.
Tupug
(Going to get malled)
[sub]Gettin’ called Angel Pants has yet to result in my getting hand dipped chocolates[/sub]
It’s raining here. We got some nasty stuff in the Gulf and in the Atlantic. It’s gonna be fun folks. Specially since everyone from my office is supposed to come out to my house for a pool party Friday afternoon. Yep, we’re closing early and going partying for a while. Right now the weather forecast says 89 and mostly sunny for Friday. We shall see.
-swampbear (Can y’all believe I invited my entire office to my house?)
YUM! A cookie cake! I love those.
What’s wrong with you people and geography today? Cairo (pronounced KAY-row) is in Illinois. Sheesh, there was a big part of American Gods by Neil Gaimon in Cairo, Illinois. That was a good book.
Not the Good Book. The Good Book was written my Terry Pratchett I think.
Having the chalice bearers inciting you to chug down Jesus is just wrong. In a really funny sort of way.
Pretty freaky, innit? I thought I was used to it but then I saw him in the rear-view mirror in the car one day and it just looked completely weird.
ANRA: The All-Nekkit Rifle Association? (I’ve no idea what ANRA is.)
Kai used to go nekkit except for a collar except at my parents place, where he wears a bright hunter-orange bandana because it’s coyote season like ALL THE TIME up there so we want the hunters to know he’s not a coyote. But then my mom decided he needed a red one for everyday use, and now he’s decided that since it’s HIS we’re NOT getting it off him for ANYTHING. He tried to chew on my hand when I took the bandana off him for cleaning! (Didn’t hurt; he knows how to play-chew). But still, he wasn’t happy until HE had HIS bandana back on him.
ANRA stands for American Nekkid Recreation Association or something like that.
Kai has an affinity for fashion does he? Sounds like he oughta be my dog.
But Mom, you can’t take my bandana off. It makes me look f-aaaaa-bu-lous!!!
First, I would like to make it clear that when I sneezed into the Communion chalice, there was no snot or boogers. None. Just a fine spray of spit. Not that I spit into the Chalice, mind you, it was a very lady-like sneeze (although a lady would have covered her mouth, but I had my hands folded in prayer, so what could I do?).
Second, I’m jazzed because I got to act like a big time lawyer today. I went to the Supreme Court building and did an oral argument in front of the Court of Appeals. And they asked a lot of questions, so it was really fun! For those who might not know, in Oregon, the Appeals Courts hears cases after a final decision from a lower court or administrative body–in this case, it was an unfair labor practice case decided by the Employment Relations Board. Both sides write a brief saying why the Board was wrong or right and then the Appellate Judges (well, three of them) hear arguments. Each side has 15 minutes, and the judges can ask you questions at any time. If they don’t ask questions, you need to have a speech prepared, and when they interrupt you with questions, not only do you have to answer it right away, even if it’s answered later in your prepared remarks, but you have to remember to skip it when you get to it in those prepared remarks, 'cuz they get nasty when you repeat yourself. Today, they asked me so many questions that I never had a chance to give my prepared stuff. If I was ever going to do a different sort of law practice, I’d want to do appellate practice–it’s lots of research, then writing, then oral argument. What could be better?
Terry Prachett didn’t write the Good Book, but he co-authored Good Omens, with Neil Gaiman, which is a pippen of a combination in the writing arena, and the book is jolly good fun (sorry, I just read a bunch of quotes from the book and I’m stuck in a slightly British mode). Cheerio!
Proof of the greatness of Prachett and Gaiman, together. Proof of their greatness as individual writers will have to wait, both because this post is long enough and because I should do some work.
*"And the Lord said, where is the flaming sword which I gavest thee?
And the angel replied, “I must have put it down somewhere, forget my own head next.”
And the Lord did not ask him again."*
I am embarrassed by the number of my typos. This cold has stolen my ability to spell.
I think I’m going to get fresh pasta, cheddar, eggs, a lot of veggies of undetermined types (whatever looks good), bread, maybe some tortillas, and pasta sauce. Nothing very exciting. Driving Husband is taking me shopping, and I’ll probably make dinner for him. Or ask hime to make dinner. Or something.
Nap time.
Snort. Obviously their “campsites” are poison-ivy free or they’d reconsider that whole Nekkid Camping thing.
He might be thinking that. Never thoughta that!
He doesn’t like sunglasses and he seems to be quite aware, thank you, that he doesn’t look as stylish in blue. (He really is an Urban Cowdog. Though he does think it’s his job to herd - cows, kids, cars, whatever.) Would the fact that he also likes to randomly “hump” blankets or dog-beds make a difference?
I read Good Omens! I know The Vatican Rag! But, I’ve never sneezed into Communion, but I suppose two out of three ain’t bad.
A moment ago it rained, now the sun is shining. Regularly Scheduled Weather has definitely returned! Although we’re still enjoying the remnants of the Incredible Weekend, which I spent looking at houses! The house-building idea has fallen through, so we’re now looking at used houses, er, um, existing houses. They aren’t cars, you don’t buy used houses. Anyway, houses already up and running, as opposed to the vacant lot with our dream house on it, which ain’t happening at this point.
Geez, my grammar deteriorates when I have to look at 4 million houses in one weekend. Two more are on the agenda for this evening. Just 2, not 2 million.
Kally, congrats on your real lawyering experience. I used to be all impressed with my Dad’s certificate granting him permission to appear before the U-S Supreme Court. He always said it was no big deal, and a lawyer friend recently told me he was right. You pay a hunnert bucks or something and have to know somebody and that’s about it. Boom, they mail you the certificate. That’s not to say your state supreme court appearance wasn’t impressive. You actually got to argue, I take it. Instead of just have the certificate on the wall, like me dear ole dad.
– Ellen (counting down the days until the delivery, which is shaping up to be six more LONG weeks!)
Many years ago, back in Colonial times, I worked for the MA Supreme Court as a post-conviction hearing stenographer. I didn’t use a stenotype machine, just took shorthand notes and typed them up for the justice who sat at the hearings. I was too young and ignert to be nervous till I was asked in court to read back the testimony of the prisoner. :eek: I lucked out and was able to read it all back on the spot but I tells ya there was a bucket o sweat under my table.