Will the Association rules for our gated community allow the requisite goats?
Sternvogel, I’m gonna be back in Hoosierland the weekend of May 8th for the IUPUI commencement. If I make a fast trip to WLAF Sunday night, wanna help me pee all over the steps to Hovde Hall?
I owe it to them, seeing how I finally got a Purdue engineering degree 24 years after the bastiges kicked me out…
Have I told y’all that I have a niece who went to Purdue and has a degree in Social Work? See, they ain’t all engineers or boilermakers, whatever that is. OK, I know a boilermaker is a shot in a mug of beer. I like them kind of boilermakers. I just picture Purdue grads making boilers. Great big huge gas boilers. Or the little pot I boil water in and then dump tea bags in when I’m makin’ iced tea. I call that a boiler. Then again, what do I know? I went to a school that runs around hollerin’:
HOW 'BOUT THEM DAWGS!!!
Oh, and s_f $48 for a friggin’ keychain? Does it do windows too? 
I’m pretty good at the dessert thing. Next time you come to NC, I’ll make you a chocolate pie.
Kythereia, a chocolate bar sounds wonderful! Wicked chocolate is just the best! My chocolate is usually just a little naughty, not wicked.
susan, I like your new keychain! (Sorry, key FOB). That Coach stuff is pricey!
Climbing into the Wayback Machine[sup]TM[/sup]:
The front of the store, where we display our wares, (and our soap) is clean, and the place where I make the soap is very clean*, but the floors back where I have my computer and stuff, not so much. It’s on account of the nasty wet weather we’ve been having here, coupled with the necessity to actually *walk on * the floors that does it. What can I say? We’re all just dirty little monkeys.
Is Wicked an actual brand of chocolate? Lissla, add that to the list.
- We even went to the restaurant supply store and bought actual stainless steel work tables and stuff.
Rue, dearest, I am actually quite fond of parks, have found that Ohio has a rather nice selection of parks, and am an actual Metroparks volunteer in good standing and everything. And I am interested and was actually waiting to reply to the TornaDope thread until some work and personal stuff cleared up. Also, I’m not completely repelled by hot dogs. It sounds like lots of fun, but at the moment it’s not looking like I can be there.
Right now it’s the only weekend in the forseeable future where I’m not either traveling or gardening. The traveling: Local Best Friend is getting married. Of course she’s not getting married locally, so I am being FORCED to go to your basic Carribean paradise to witness the event. It will be difficult, but my presence is being demanded, so off I will go. The gardening: pre-scheduled gardening type events, mostly having to do with the Metroparks volunteering stuff, but also with the garden at church. April and May are our busiest months. Also, somewhere in there I need to make sure my own garden doesn’t look like complete crap. And there’s work stuff interspersed with all of this.
You wanted to know all that, right?
Anyhoo…yay for new job possibilities! FairyChatDad’s new job sounds neat. **taxi, ** it sounds like yours could be an interesting possibility too. Keep in mind that it’s also a job that might lead to other opportunities since you would be rubbing elbows with people who could probably help you get to yet another job, if you were so inclined.
As for the neighborhood idea…yep…gated for sure. It’s kind of like when the group I work with goes to lunch. There are about 18 of us and, for some reason, people tend to put us in corners or separate rooms. I’m sure it’s completely unrelated to the fact that we are easily confused by table settings (they once re-set the table for us because we had moved things around incorrectly). And that we’re talkative. And silly. And who wouldn’t want to be FCM’s neighbor? After all, she is nice, dammit. (I believe that’s a direct quote.)
And susan, it’s been said before, but it bears repeating: 48????!!!!*&^(*&$??
GT
Right. I will see if I can find any kind of chocolate called ‘Wicked’. Do you have Green and Black organic chocolate? Should I get you some? I think Whole Foods sells it.
Having extra selves around is efficient but unnerving. And they just left me right out on the lawn! They didn’t like me! 
Shelves. Yes, definitely shelves.
Just got back from dance class to find that the water heater is working again. A bath and dinner, and then I phone Mr. Lissar to tell him I’ve been moving furniture. Dance class was fun- I took a fairly low-level one, and now I feel up to taking complicated ones on Saturday or next week. Taxim class next Wednesday. That will be fun. I’m going to be missing a hip-hop bellydance class on Saturday, because of work. Meanies.
dammit, look what happens when I’m busy (lazy) for a day? I post on page two and now it’s page three before i can post again! Hey, does this mean all the MMP ladies are ‘page three girls’ if they post on this page? snerk
Garden, I gotta say a huge thanks for the redirect to this week’s MMP. Without your guiding hand and pure heart I could have ended up ANYWHERE. Can you just imagine the chaos that would have ensued had I landed in GQ or even The Pit? Yikes, I say! YIKES!
Actually, I can appreciate not being into hiking and stuff, I’m a bit of a walker (I said ‘WALKER’, get your minds out of the gutter!), so it’s all good for me. But you have to understand this wasn’t a hike, this was AN ADVENTURE!!! With Monkeys! Oh, and jungly bits too! It was exciting and daring and just a little bit Dangerous. Just like me! (cue dramatic chord).
Fairychatmum ('strine spelling there), that is SO DAMN COOL!!! I wanna be an Astronaut when I grow up, but I don’t think they’d let me in the rocketships. They’d say things like, “don’t press this button, and whatever you do TAKE YOUR PROTEIN PILLS! Have you got your helmet on?” and I’d be all pressing buttons and not taking my protein pills and running about without my hemlet on. So yes, I can see I wouldn’t be a good Astronaut. BUT… I do think I’d be good as a Flash Gordon type. I’d look great in that skin-tight spacesuit with the ray gun and stuff. Can’t you just see Dangergene flying into battle against Ming’s mighty forces alongside the winged warriors of um… who was that guy?
Anyways, tell FCDad there’s nothign to be scared of in Oz. Well, except the snakes, and spiders and the box jellyfish and the blue ringed occapusses and… damn! Ok, there’s lot to be scared of! How the hell did I grow up without being chomped by a wild animal! (those Koalas are vicious once they get a taste for hu-man flesh!).
Rue I have NEVER baked while walking. And I do not like green eggs and ham, I do not like them, Sam I am!
Oh, and Taxi fortune and prosperity your way too (sorry, I know that sounds like I’m downplaying your coolness, whcih I don’t mean to be doing, cos your new job sounds very cool too, but FCDad will be working on stuff near ROCKETS!!! And that means OUTER SPACE!!! woowoo!).
Hi Hi Magiceyes, nicet’meetcha! I’m not really as crazy and caffeinated as all that, it’s just the other kids running around in the MMP are a bad influence and I get all hyper and stuff, and when we come in from lunch, I’m the kid with the torn shirt and the red face who has to go and stand in the corner for saying ‘what?’ too many times. Really.
Swampy, why is there a Moose club in Jawja? Is this for expatriate Mooses? (‘Messe’?)
Sean, we could and should film an MMP tv show! I did a short film a couple of years back that was me wandering around doing a ‘travel show’ thing. Really it was just me taking the piss out of everything and being all hyper and stuff. It was quite a hoot. But none of you folks are over and down here! You’re all up over there, so how could we do it? HOW?!?
Tuppy, Why are you asking ‘what about the winner?’ isn’t it almost Spring in your neck o’ d’woods? Hyuk hyuk hyuk. Thankew!Thankewve’ymush!
A gated MMP community. Do you REALLY want me running around and messing up lawns at three in the morning? (which is my daytime, what with being over here and not over there)? I suspect you lot would have me in a small pen just outside the castle wall, but still on the good side of the moat, yes? That way I could rant and rage at the Barbarians (yeah, um… when I read ‘Bariatric Surgeon’, I saw ‘Barbaric Surgeon’ and I thought to myself, ‘Yipe!’).
Damn (again) my entire post is responses, cos nuttin’ x-citin’s happened since the monkeys almost ate me up gobblegobblegobble.
Oh, hang on, one exciting thing happened! I got an email last night from a friend (who really ought to be a Doper, but ain’t, least I don’t think he is) who knows a guy who wants to self-publish a book. Anyways, this guy’s looking for an illustrator! And guess who was recommended to him! That’s right, Archduke Franz Ferdinand! hah, gotcha! That’s right, just messin’, twas actually l’l ol me! So, if and when it’s done and comes out (there’s a lot of work between ‘hey, you interested?’ and ‘oh wow, there’s the book!’, and this guy hasn’t even seen my work as of yet, but still, it’s a start) I’ll let you all know and you can have a look at it in the back of the book shop and laugh and say things like, ‘I’ve seen better drawings by a three year old!’. And stuff.
I should do some work now.
Mr. Lissar said, and I quote, “You have destroyed my world!”.
I don’t think he’s a very intimidating ninja if he gets all discombobulated just over me moving furniture. Well, it would be okay for him to get discombobulated about it if I were doing it in lingere or something. But I wasn’t- I was wearing jeans and a t-shirt, because Spring cleaning is dusty and dirty, and I wouldn’t want to ruin any lingere.
I think maybe I will go to bed soon. I am clean and fed and sleepy. Mr. Lissar says that everything makes me sleepy- cold, heat, sunny days, cloudy days, being hungry, being full, snow, kittens…
(*edited for premium humour content)
I’m so glad you qualified that with “I was wearing jeans and a t-shirt”, cos doing spring cleaning and furniture moving NOT in Lingerie would be… well… it’d be SOMETHING. That’s what it’d be. And we already saw the effect of my tale about galavanting in the jungle sans shirt.
Tales of your galavanting in the sitting room sans lingerie would cause an outright general combobulation! Really it would! Thankfully we’re a gated community, so news of this potential transgression against the laws of spring cleaning shan’t spread beyond our hallowed (and gated) gates. .
working, yes, working.
Spring cleaning in lingerie. That would be something to see. I wonder if I could bring in a bevy of lingerie models to clean up the Factfortress? I probably could, but I’m pretty sure it would tick off the girlfriend. Hey! Maybe I could get her to clean that way, and set up a bunch of mirror sos it looks like a bunch of models? Yeah, that’s an idea. (But then when she was done, there would be just a little bit more to clean up.)
Would we have those security cops at the front gate of MMP Acres? Maybe Mr. Lissar could recommend some good guards. And we can put him in charge of security. The commute would be way shorter for him that way.
Bob what hospital is going to host your Barbaric surgery?
danger, the Moose Lodge is pretty much like the Masons, but with sillier hats and none of the secret squirrel handshake stuff.
Sentara in Hampton. Right now, I could walk there from home, but we’re looking for another place to live locally. Hope to move by Memorial Day, and that’s most assuredly going to happen before the plumbing job. My best guess is that the surgery will be early July, just because the average elapsed time is 4 months from intro seminar to knife.
you mean like, ‘Watch me pull a rabbit out of my hat!’
‘Again?’
‘ROAR!’
"I gotta get a new hat!’
that sort of silly Moose hat? Well izzit?
That’s good enough for me, but it’s the wrong cartoon. Think Flintsones with Fred and Barney dressing up to go to the Water Buffalo Lodge meetings.
Between gene and sean, I think we got that covered. (See posts above re: liss in lingere.) 
gene, gene,, have you been overdosing on that cocamilo (or whatever it is) again? :dubious: Actually, we’re right on the brink of spring so, yeah, the winner is pretty much over.
After my 12 hours at work yesterday, I am taking the next 4 days off. I am over 40 hours again this week. Well, I have to go in for a few hours tomorrow because there’s a few first of the month things I need to do and I need to finish putting the darkroom together and ship a machine off for repair. But I am definitely not spending another 8 or 12 hours at work for the next few days. I am totally burnt out and stressed. I had to speak to both of my bosses yesterday and I was on the verge of tears because I was so tired.
My first day off in a while and I got to sleep in to 8:15am! Now I need to work on cleaning and organizing my house. I had to bring the clinic dog home and the cats aren’t happy about it. So I need to rearrange things so they don’t have to pass by her to get to their food and litterboxes. The oldest cat remembers dogs in the house so he will walk by the dog and the kitten isn’t too worried about the dog either. But the others won’t even come into the room if the dog is in her cage.
I still ache all over.
I think I might make some waffles. Waffles make everything better.
They call themselves The Loyal Order Of The Moose. (LOOM!). Mostly they sit around the Lodge (club) and drink. I know cause my father was a LOOM. I remember going to the Lodge as a kid for dinner on Saturday nights. The kiddies got took home after dinner and the grownups went back to the Lodge for dancing and much drinking. It was a private club (Lodge) and members had to supply their own hooch. In later years, when liquor by the drink was made legal, the Lodge had a fully stocked bar. Dad loved to take my brothers and me there for a drink. Sometimes, when I was up visiting, Dad would say he wanted to go to the Lodge for a drink. Since he could no longer drive, I’d take him. I kinda enjoyed hanging around The LOOM with him having a couple drinks. After a couple he’d get all sleepy and I’d take him back home. I think my Mother was greatful when I’d take him for two reasons. The first she had a break for a while (Dad had Alzheimer’s for those who didn’t know) and since he’d be all sleepy and tired he’d sleep all night. Sometimes he’d get up and wander through the house at night. Hence the very loud and annoying alarm that would sound if he tried to open a door. The thing would go:
BEEPBEEPBEEPBEEPBEEPBEEP and if it didn’t wake you that meant you were dead. Annoying but effective that alarm was. Ok, it still is cause it’s still there but it’s been disconnected since Dad died. The alarm just wasn’t needed anymore and besides one of the cats figured out he could stand on his hind legs and rattle the door knob just enough to make the alarm go off. He thought it was great fun at all hours of the night, hence, the alarm disconnection.
Thanks again to everyone for the good wishes on the job. I’m mailing my resume and cover letter today. I’ll keep the MMP posted.
Re: waffles… did anyone know that Kashi makes frozen waffles?? I’m usually anti prepared foods, but when they come from the “natural foods” section of the grocery store, they can’t be that bad, right? So I had my first Kashi frozen waffle this morning (with real homemade - made by Dad - maple syrup). YUM!! And only 80 calories per waffle… well, before the maple syrup anyway. But that doesn’t count, right? Cause it’s from a tree. Or something.
Believe it or not, Swampy, in your attempts to be juvenile and absurd, you were very close to the truth about how Purdue teams are called Boilermakers.
The Official Purdue Part Line[sup]tm[/sup] is that somewhere around the turn of the century, Purdue was playing some other school (I forgot who) in football, and beat them rather badly because the linesmen were much bigger in all respect than the opponents. The losing school then accused Purdue of using boilermakers from the railroad shops across the river as ringers on the footbal team, and the name stuck.