Awwwwwwwww… thanks screechie. See she knows about Pass the Pigs. This is an online version. Now no one will be posting cause y’all will be too busy rollin’ pigs.
Slotar, 'nookie, Shibb and Puggie thanks for the bday greetings. Oh and Puggie it was just two candles but they were big candles. One was a five and one was a zero. Somehow it was decided that sticking 50 candles on an ice cream cake wouldn’t be a good idea.
Ok Shibb I understand why you called your grouper a jerk. Sheesh! He was a big ol’ PITA and I ain’t talkin’ pocket bread!
Happy, happy,happy, birthday swampbear! Don’t feel I know you well enough to call you swampie - but I do know enough to send “find many burly men” vibes.
I’m not sure where I stand on the whole taco fixings on hot dog rolls issue - somehow, it seems alright to me. Makes me think of sloppy joes.
Oh, and speaking of food - I have another date tonight! Yay! But not with the same guy - I’m sneaking around behind the other guy’s back. Actually, I don’t count it as sneaking, because there’s been no real indication that these “dates” are anything beyond friendship dates, so I feel in the clear - I hope…
Anyway, I’m all spiffy dressed at work today (but not too spiffy - tiara is being polished), because I’m leaving straight from here. All I have to do is avoid spilling stuff on myself for the rest of the day - which will be hard now that I am thinking about it.
Oh - and I went to see the touring company of the Producers on Sunday - laughed myself silly. And I went to the doctor yesterday because I’ve been feeling dizzy - she thinks I have fluid in my ear tubes. Hopefully, medication will help.
Hee! It appears there’s good dating mojo around here. I had another date last night with my magician. And then tomorrow I’m meeting up with a new fella for coffee.
Neither of them are burly men, so I’m not sure swampy as the birthday boy would be interested…
Awwwwwww… thanks s_f. Of course you can call me swampy. OOOH! Find many burly men vibes. I likes that a lot.
Speaking of birthdays, I am taking my birthday off. I was also taking the day after off but I sorta gotta work some that day. See, there’s these other people that we work real close with (we contract with them for some of the services we provide) and they are having their annual awards and recognition celebration on Friday from 10:00 AM to 2:30 PM. I wasn’t gonna go but have been talked into it cause they kept saying “we really want you to be there” which turned into “you really need to be there” which turned into “you just have to be there” which we all know is a ploy used when you trying to get someone to show up at one of these things because that person is going to get an award. So, I guess I’m gettin’ an award. So, I’ll eat rubber chicken for lunch and get awarded.
After that I can leave and not go to that clothing optional campground for boys who like boys that I’ve never been to before but just saw a sign, yeah, that’s right, I just saw a sign, for that I’m not going to this weekend.
-swampbear (Y’all really don’t think I’d do such a thing as go to such a place, right?)
There is actually precedent for this. All the taquerias on the North Side of Chicago (HUGE Mexican immigrant population*) have what are called “tortas”: all the fixin’s of a burrito but served on a soft white roll - sometimes toasted, sometimes not.
They. Are. Awesome.
So just tell everyone you made tortas. Now you’re wordly and sophisticated.
*ummm… the population is huge. Also some of the immigrants.
And me! Ya know - more and more that being the same person vibe is picking up - we’re both dating/meeting more than one guy at the same time. (Not that we’re dating the same guys, but that each of us individually is meeting more than one person. I hope we’re not dating the same guys - that would be weird).
Now the ultimate test - I just pinched myself - did you feel it?
Hmmm… scout and s_f are having multiple dates with multiple men who may or may not be the same men. Kalley is gonna be po’d if y’all don’t send her some of your extras.
Know what? I’m kinda doing the same thing right now only it’s just two burly men. However there’s a third that’s hinted he’d like to spend some time together. But, there’s one of em that’s getting most of my time right now cause well, I likes him lots and lots. He’s the one I’m not going to that clothing optional resort for boys who like boys etc… this weekend.
Hey, that reminds me. I was thinking of you Saturday morning. I dropped my crew off at a condo in downtown St. Petersburg (that is to die for, 15th floor overlooking the Pier and Tampa Bay, about 100 yards from the water with only a park in between). Then I drove down towards the Skyway looking for Skyway Jacks, a place with lots of local flavor. Lots of sea captain types there. And there was a gay hotel on the way there. Very gay. It was called Suncoast Resort. I think it might make someone a very nice birthday present. If one were so inclined.
Hun, I knew about this game waaaaaay back when it was “Pigmania”, and rolling “Makin’ Bacon” (one pig on top of the other, back to belly) meant you automatically won the game and rolling ‘face to face’ / ‘missionary position’ / ‘wahtever cute name they called it’ meant you automatically lost the game (since that was an unnatural position for pigs).
I still want another copy of the real-life version with the cute plastic piggies. Played it with the cows, but the cows tended to tip over too easily on their own, even without my help.
BTW, are you anywhere around Smith’s Chevron on I-95 (Santee area)? I have a hankerin’ for some Muscadine Cider and I can’t find the phone number to order some!
And it’s just as obvious that neither of you are me! Both of you better be about 26 and skinny, and if you’re not–lie to me. I’m paying to meet guys and still not meeting any. Life is beyond a bth, it’s a full-fledged evil step-mother!
That being said, I’d like to wish swampy darlin’ a very good birthday. Even if we never meet in person, it’s nice to know that’s there someone on the other side of the country who will remember me in a post. As the years pass, we may not ever be able to get together for a meal, or a drink. Things change, people change, our interests may change, our jobs or our locations–you may not always want to go clothing optional, and I might go out on a date. But it’s nice to know that one thing about you and me will never change–you will always be older than me.
Some MMP-type person has a virus. I’ve gotten e-mails from Exgineer at his old AOL address, and a few others. Some people might want to run some virus scans, yo.
Add 4 years and you’ve got it. And hey, I had to pay for this, too! I’m fairly certain that I’ve gotten my $42.95 worth at this point.
Believe me, this changes like the wind blows, though. I’m on Yahoo! personals, and the caliber to select from is pretty dismal. It’s pretty amazing that I’ve actually met people who are remotely human.
Because of this thread, we are having tacos and burritos for dinner tonight! I’ve had the fixins for a while and haven’t mustered the energy to provide each component its own little dish for dinner and haul it all to the table. I have PLENTY of tortillas and hard taco shells. I have it all. We don’t put lettuce on our taco-type things, but I’ve got loads of beans, some hamburger for carnivore husband, tomatoes, corn, shredded cheese (cheaper this week at my store than the Big Hunk, go figure) guacamole and salsa. I’ve even got some of those yummy lime Tostedos left over from a picnic last weekend! Yumsters.
Happy Birthday Swampbear!!
Tanookie, I hope you survive your 5-hour trip with the younguns! Three hours is the most I’ll attempt with mine alone, and they’re 7 and 9! Years! Next summer, though, is the big trip south when I’ll have the wee young 'un, currently still gestating, but I’ll have hubbie with me for help. Hopefully it won’t take the 8 to 10 hours it usually takes, but I don’t see how that might happen unless I can see to it that the laws of physics are somehow suspended.
Speaking of the young 'un still gestating, I have to report the newest fun game in our household: Feel the Foot. Baby kicks, and a large knob appears in my midsection. Alert the family, and they all coming running over to Feel the Foot! Whee, great fun
Now I KNOW we’re the same person - stop lying in your location field! You’re on the East Coast, not West! I’m 30 & skinny too! Actually, although I find it sad that we might never meet in person, it might as well be for the best - it could be one of those cataclysmic things - like that episode of the X-Files with the freaky twins played by Kathy Griffin. Not one of the better episodes, I think.
I’m meeting my guys through Love.com - and I’ve had excellent luck so far. Oooh - have I just cursed myself? Darn!
I’m sorry, but whenever I see your name on the front page, I always get this rhyme in my head:
Susan Foster went to Gloucester
In a shower of rain
She stepped in a puddle right up to her middle
And never went there again.
Just had to get that off my chest. Oh, and Dwyr, have you tried Home Depot or Lowe’s for a stud-finder? Much cheaper than those online services.
Hmm. While I’ve been actively meeting guys and such, I’m not sure so far that I’d classify any of them as “studs”.
Perhaps I ought to go down to Home Depot and pick one of those jobbers up.
Okay, in something non-boy related, I’m counting down the minutes until the end of the day, which is feeling like it’s never going to get here. Tonight I’m getting together with my cooking group, and we’re doing a Thai themed meal. I’ve brought coconut rice pudding with me.
Both of you better be about 26 and skinny, and if you’re not–lie to me. I’m paying to meet guys and still not meeting any. Life is beyond a bth, it’s a full-fledged evil step-mother!