I listen to Lissla but I too already have a husband and am not in the market for any more…
Parallax does yard work, laundry and dishes. He considers it perfectly normal to be left alone with his children while I go off and do my own thing. He knows how to cook and has been known to scrub the bathroom and make it spotless on occasion! He also vaccuums and when he does he moves all the furniture. Just this weekend he put together a very cool swingset for the kidlets. He remodelled our bathroom completely last summer. He’s smart and fun and attractive and thinks myself and the munchkins are the best things in his life…
Now, about the tall, Mennonite Goth–how does he feel about older women? As a Mennonite, would he have a problem with me being a Pagan? Would he be willing to move to Oregon? And is he the one who drives, does dishes or was best man?
Not that I’m looking a gift man in the mouth, but you don’t have one just a tad bit older do you? Somebody that might remember part of the '80’s at least? swampy, I’m sorry you’re having a bad time at work, but get a load of this–I work for a union, and I’m also in a union. The union I’m a member of is negotiating a new contract with the union I work for. My co-workers (and fellow union members) have disagreements about bargaining strategy and we are rapidly sinking to the level of “he said, she said” and “if you don’t agree with me, you are disloyal”. The disloyal one is especially apt because it can be used to brand one as disloyal to our union, and thus our co-workers, or to our employer, and thus the members of the union who we work so hard for. And I’m in the middle because I’m an officer and a known peacemaker. Office politics with an added twist–how fun.
Sorry Swampy, but it’s “Ramone”. (And you have to roll the heck outta that “R” too.) You could name a French Bulldog Hugo if you wanted. Then you’d have two dogs of course. But that would be OK. Jack Russels love French Bulldogs. (Just be sure it’s a squatty legged Jack. They’re better. Lucy says so.)
I really don’t want to hear about people not listening to other people. Ellen said she was heavy with child (post 202, right near the top) and no one paid any attention. Only she’s not really heavy with child. She’s only, like, 12 pounds. No wait, she’s real tall, so it’s more like 16 pounds. But still, not heavy with anything. Unless she’s carrying around an anchor for some reason. But I can’t think of any reason she would carry around an anchor, so we won’t even think about that.
Rue guess I won’t get a JRT then cause I’m not fond of Ramone as a name for a JRT. Hugo for a French Bulldog is cool though. Did you know that I am a grad-joo-et of the University of Georgia?
HOW BOUT THEM DAWGS!!!
Kalley that’s awful about the work stuff. Work is better now. I FINALLY got my point across to two certain someones about how and when a certain project better be finished. They’re actually working now! Pissed at me, but working. Course I never said anybody had to like me, I just said DO THE DAMN JOB! That’s all I ask. Thank You.
Lissla if you have a spare burly husband who happens to like boys (but that’d be silly for you to have one of those wouldn’t it?) I’ll be happy to take him. Use bubble wrap to ship him. I like to pop the bubbles. Thanks.
BTW, just as a word of advice, wwwdotburlymendotcom is a real link but not work safe. Not that I’d know from experience, somebody told me about it is all. Really. I don’t know what’s on it. I have never looked at wwwdotburlymendotcom. [sub]drool![/sub]
Errrrrrrrr… I’m sure he’s just a peach and all but I don’t think he’s quite what either Kalley or I are looking for. However, I am glad he understands that pink and blue eyeliner is best reserved for the weekend. During the week it’s just trampish.
Awww, my favorite song, how nice. Thanks bumbazine.
And I think Ramone is a perfectly spiffy name for a little dog. My little dog’s name was Nicky. He wasn’t all that bright but he was sweet. And a touch yappy.
My Gods! Does the boy even need to shave yet?! I have to go along with swampy on this–I may be desperate, but I’m not a cradle-robber.
On Mother’s Day (to return to a theme), I watched parts of The Dame Edna Experience and An Audience with Dame Edna. Very enjoyable, but throughout the broadcast, I kept thinking that she reminded me of someone, but I couldn’t quite put my finger on who. My grandmother?–same build, but no one could accuse my grandmother of having a sense of humor. Sister Kathleen, the battleaxe of a nun from my childhood?–again, a similarity of build, but Sister wore a full habit, with wimple, so the glamorous Dame Edna is quite a contrast. My first boyfriend, the defensive end on the football team?–no, he was a bit smaller than Dame Edna. I went to bed with the resemblance unanswered.
You know how they say that during sleep your mind delves deep into your subconscious and accesses information you didn’t know you knew? How the brain works out conflicts and solves problems in your dreams? Well, that might just be a bunch of hooey.
See, that same night I had a dream. I can’ t give you a coherent retelling–suffice to say I climbed into a secret entrance that led from the audience to the backstage (and upper and under stage) of a Broadway theatre. It was like walking through an old mansion–still elegant, but somewhat unreal. Some rooms were completely deserted, other opulantly decorated. I found myself having tea with–you guessed it, Dame Edna, a perfect hostess. And it came to my dream self, as we sat and drank tea, idlely discussing the world, that Dame Edna reminded me of me! Oh, I could never be so sauve, so sophisticated, so poised, but in some ineffable way, the resemblance was there. At least to my dream self.
Personally, I think it’s a bunch of hooey. Dame Edna, indeed!
Bumba, I like nice smelling stuff. I just bet you smell real PURTY about now. I HAD a lotion from Bath and Body Works that was lemon grass and sage scented. It smelled so nice and clean, but not overly perfumey. I don’t like stuff that makes your eyes water, just a nice, clean, light scent.
Do you think I could FIND this lotion anywhere. Nope, they don’t make it any more even though it was extremely popular.
Swampy, I hope your day got better. Mine wasn’t really all that great. Work just plain sucks some days. I’ve been working on various aspects of the Management Control Program for our installation since January. I am SICK to death of it. The worst part of it is trying to get the reporting organizations to complete their evaluations and turn in their Annual Assurance Statements. I have two major commands to report to and I got the first one completed last month. However, I am now under the gun to get the statement put together for the second command. What a royal pain in the arse. I’m short three statements and one full set of evaluations. I cajole, I wheedle, I get a little…uh…firm, and still I am having problems. I had to “elevate” the situation, which I just hate. The sad part is the tasker went out the last part of February, so it’s not like nobody new. I sent out reminders, helpful hints, gave classes, gave deskside training, spent inordinate amounts of time on the phone with various action officers; you name it, I did it. I wish they’d just do it for God’s sake so I can finish compiling this horrendous document and get it out of my hair! Christ, it’s just plain irritating! Oh, enough of my mini-rant.
I think my husband is up to something. He had planned on my being gone next week, but my TDY got cancelled due to lack of funds. Trust me, I am not broken-hearted over this state of affairs. Anyway, next week is when I officially enter another decade and I think he had planned some kind of sumpin-sumpin for me. I heard him talking to our friend on the phone, but he said (to the friend) he couldn’t talk about whatever they were trying to talk about because I was sitting in the same room. Hmmmmm…I hope he isn’t trying to do something too expensive. I’m a little apprehensive.
Well, I must figure out the dinner thing…yet again.
Taters it could be that hubby is engaged in negotiations with Lissla to get the Mennonite Goth shipped to ya to be your own personal driver. I mean, she is trying to find him a good home. That’d be a big surprise.
Or maybe he’s planing a big surprise party. All your friends are gonna hide behind the furniture and jump out and yell SURPRISE at you. Then you’ll run screaming out of the room because he forgot to make sure you were dressed first and you walked into the living room in just your bra and pantys. :eek: Then to make up for it, he’ll have to go to the jewelry store, so see, some good comes out of it all.
My date last night was real real real good. That’s all I’m saying.
-swampbear (hoping Taters buys some new undies before the party)
Well, he is 22, and naturally blond, although his hair’s usually dyed black or purple. I did mention the young part.
He took me shopping yesterday, and I bought fun groceries. Well, not really fun. and I cleaned and mopped and scrubbed, and everything is clean at least until tomorrow. It’s hot today. I hate anything over 20C (75F?). It’s one of the reasons I don’t move south.
We have three not-telemarketing-decent-job leads for Mr. Lissar! woohoo!
This post brought to you by random stream of conciousness.
Swampy, Nah, I know he’s not trying to get me another fella…he’s knows he’s all the man I need. As to the party thing, I know that’s happening, the friends have been talking for months about how they’re going to bring this decade in the right way. Nope, he’s talking about some kind of present.
His end of the conversation went something like this:
Him: “Tater’s TDY was cancelled. I know, that makes things difficult. I don’t know how I’m going to do that now. Oh? You know how to do that? Hm…well, maybe we could…her rig?..I can’t really talk…yeah, she’s sitting here…we’ll talk later about that…”
Me: :dubious: :dubious:
Oh, and I already have pretty underwear…so need to worry on that front (or back, .
Lissla, I hope one of those leads pans out for Mr. Lisslar.
Yay Mr. Lissar for the three-not-telemarketing-decent-job leads!
Lissla what kinda fun food? Pudding in the little cups? Those are fun. So are jelly beans (especially sorting them out by color), M&Ms (again cause of the color sorting thing), those little bitty bags of assorted Hershey’s candy (eat the dark chocolate first), grapes (fun and squishy!), cereals with the dried fruit in em (love to eat those right outta the box) and prepared chicken fingers (it’s chicken and you can eat it right outta the bag!). There’s other stuff too, but that’s some of my favorite fun foods. Just don’t let anyone drop pudding all over your nice clean floors. That’d be bad.
The temp around here has been in the high 80s to low 90s the past few days. Guess you won’t be coming to visit, huh? Oh, and swampy the human barometer predicts it will be raining by afternoon.
-swampbear (my nose feels like it’s gonna fall off. it’s just gotta rain!)
Have you seen the advertisements for the new kit kat miniatures assortment bags? The ones with the dark,milk, and white chocolate kit kats? That looks cool to me, for some reason. I don’t eat much chocolate anymore, and I don’t know if I would like white chocolate kit kats - but for some reason, this ad appeals to me.
The dark chocolate Kit Kats are good. The white chocolate are ok but I wouldn’t plunk down money for another one though I’d eat it if ya gave it to me. One of my favorite snacky things to buy when I’m traveling and stop to get gas is a big Kit Kat and a bottle of water.
If any of y’all think there’s a possibility that you’d ever be traveling around with me might want to make a note of that.
BTW work is much better today. Some People finally figured out it’s better to go ahead and get stuff done than it is to face the wrath of swampy. :eek:
Nothing too fun. What I want to do is go to Whole Foods and drop a paycheck on nifty stuff. If I could afford it I’d get smoked cheddar, imported chocolate, creme fraiche, and many other wonderful things. The funnest thing I bought was a chicken, so I can do roast chicken and roast potatoes with garlic.
I made an excellent chocolate cake with lemon-marscapone frosting at a friend’s house, and when I went back the next day to retrieve it, it had mysteriously vanished. How odd.
I wish we had a Trader Joe’s. I’ve heard very good things about them.
I just did 150 sit-ups. I have decided I am weak and pudgy, so I’ve started doing weights and things again. I’m going to work up to 300 sit-ups and heavier weights. It’s probably good I can’t afford a lot of fun food this week.
Thanks for the congratulations. I really really hope he gets one of them soon, so we can move before the summer houseguests start arriving.
I’m sorry, but after your assorted over-the-top-gay-decorator-in-spandex posts, I can’t see you displaying wrath. Hissy fits, perhaps, but not wrath.
OTOH, having met you, I don’t think I’d like to see you wrathful. I expect you can be pretty damned intimidating. Well, except to me. Because, after all, how can sweet, innocent, adorable lil’ ol’ me incite wrath?? <insert fluttering eyelash smilie>
I HAD a lotion from Bath and Body Works that was lemon grass and sage scented. It smelled so nice and clean, but not overly perfumey. I don’t like stuff that makes your eyes water, just a nice, clean, light scent.
