And she’s dating two guys! Great, now I realize that’ll I’ll only have to wait another 40 years before my dating life picks up.
Bumba, I hope you’re feeling better today. If it makes you feel any better, I spent my vacation checking in with my financial advisor (really, is anyone ever putting away enough for retirement?), talking to my insurance agent (got my cat rate reduced-yea!), going to the post office, weeding, setting up a budget, thinking about writing a will and making a doctor’s appointment. I came back to work to have some fun!! (Plus, there’s air conditioning here and it’s suppose to be 90+ today. 'Course, I could have spent the day seeing Spiderman 2 and the latest Harry Potter, but I’d rather save a vacation day for a time when the weather is better, say about February). So, Bumba, just be happy that you didn’t spend your vacation with me.
64+14+6=84. So if lyou were born in 1922, you’d be 84 right now. Unless your birthday hasn’t happened yet, then you’d be 83, but turning 84.
Math is fun. But Barbie said it was hard, so I never learned any.
I’m not understanding this (I hope)? The assisting surgeon for your C-Section wouldn’t operate if your husband wanted to attend the birth? I’ve never witnessed a C-section, but I can’t imagine not being present for the birth of my kids. Is it not normal to be able to scrub up and witness the birth? Is this guy just gunning for a lawsuit? Or did I miss something?
Thanks BelZarak. I am spending the day at work. It could be worse. 10 years ago, my 40th bday, was spent cleaning out the buildings here at work following a big flood that left water standing between 5 and 6 feet high in both buildings for almost two weeks. ICK!
scout burly men don’t care if I’m good at math or not, so why should you?
I knew I shuddena left out a whole bunch of stuff. :smack: My, bad, Shibb. See Lil Lestat[sup]TM[/sup] was borned nearly 21 years ago in Beaufort, SC. Back then, the docs weren’t all as “enlightened” about dads being in on a c-section as they are these days…especially in little podunk towns in the heart of Dixie. In fact, LL’s dad was the first EVER to do so in the Beaufort hospital. I had to jump through all kina hoops to get permission from every doc that would be there, including the anesthesiologist, fer kryin out loud. The only one who wouldn’t agree was the old fart assisting OB/GYN. Luckily, there was another doc in the OB/GYN group (Dr. Kraedle…innant that a cool name for an OB doc?) who was okay with it but couldn’t assist till the next day…hence 10-11 birthdate for LL. The capper on the whole thing was that Spouse from the Abyss[sup]TM[/sup] almost missed the whole thing cause he’d been playing cards all night with his buddies. In hind sight, his buddy might have been BoBo the barmaid and they was playin strip poker. Feh! :mad: There ya go and probably TMI.
An elderly woman died last month. Having never married, she requested no male pallbearers. In her instructions for her memorial service, she wrote, “They wouldn’t take me out while I was alive, so I don’t want them to take me out when I’m dead.”
What’s this? MMP not on the first page? It’s only Friday - we have to make this last until a new MMP!
So - I made muffins last night. I ended up with 16 instead of 12 going into the oven, which is a good thing - the first dozen didn’t bake right - turned golden brown way before they would have cooked in the middle, and didn’t puff like they should have. The 4 in the oven tin were left to sit while the first dozen went in, and I think that was good for them - they crowned very nicely. So - I have 4 (well, 3 now) blueberry muffins. That’s just not enough muffins, so I might make peach muffins this weekend to use up the sour cream I have left over. Muffins, muffins, muffins!
Oh - and the guy I went out with Tuesday wants to go to a movie this weekend. I was surprised - wasn’t sure how he felt about me after the first date - I thought I was getting off vibes from him. Guess I was wrong - I tend to be on these things. So - movie night with guy - fun! One more step towards not dying alone & being eaten by cats!
You are soooooooooo right. Second page. :eek: Tsk! Tsk! Tsk!
Okay, so I’m gonna get my hairs cut tomorrow but I’m not sure how much. Right now my hair is layered and a bit longer than shoulder length. It’s curly and I wear it kinda in the same style as Farrah Faucett wears her’s now. The dilemma is that I’ve been growing out hair dye and it’s bugging me. There isn’t a lot of discrpency in the color except for the gray which is mostly on top now and I like the way it looks but I just want to be done with the dyed parts. Anyhoo, I’m mulling over a much shorter cut or just waiting it out. That’s all I gots for today.
So, I want to write something clever about bald men not having roots and so drift through life never settling down, perhaps with a small aside about old fashion hobos with full heads of hair, but I’m coming up blank. However, I’m posting this anyway, just to give you a glimpse into how my mind works. future scholars may find it useful.
That said, let me mention that one of the perks of being older and still looking for the man of your dreams is that you have a better idea of how he are going to look as an old man. If you find the right guy at say, 22, you may wake up 50 years later next to an ugly old man. You’ll still love him, of course, 'cuz handsomeness is not the be all and end all, but still–it’s an ugly old man in bed with you. But by the mid-40’s or so, you can get a good idea of how the aging process is treating him. Again, I stress that it doesn’t make any difference in whether or not this is the right guy to fall in love with, it’s just that you’re better prepared.
Kalley, that’s what second marriages are for. Former Mr. Anachi a/k/a the Spouse from the Abyss[sup]TM[/sup] was extremely hirsute. Infact, were he gay, Swampy would be drooling big time. We were in our 20s when we married. He started to go bald…and gray…and now is not aging well at all. Heh, heh, heh.
Current Mr. Anachi is younger than I am…and blond…and has all his hairs. Think I’ll keep him. And lest you think I am a shallow person, I’d keep him anyway if he went bald, it’s just ever so much fun when we have to interact with SFTA.
Vunderbob, I have a major crush on Patrick Stewart. For that matter, Yul Brynner looked just icky with hair.
Gee, that was fun, I don’t think I’ve ever given virtual hugs before. Actual hugs would be even better, but what can ya do?
I’m feeling somewhat more sociable now. You know what cheers ya up, ‘sides gettin’ hugs from sexy Doper wimmins, that is? Tomatoes. Not those styrofoam globs you buy at the stores, but real tomatoes, grown in your real back yard. I just ate a pear tomato offen our own little bush. We’ve had zucchini and peppers (pepperoncini and banana), and lettuce for weeks. And lots of green tomatoes, but they just started coloring. The eggplant is with child, as are the lemon cucumbers, but the corn is mocking us. It grew to about 3 feet tall and now is just loafing around back there doing nuttin’. On the other hand, the pear tree is just loaded with pears, which will probably all ripen at the same instant.
So much for the farm report.
Kallessa, I find that I must beg clarification for one of your previos statements, to whit:
Do you have insurance on your cat, or does your cat have it’s own insurance? Is your cat in a high-risk occupation? Or has your cat taken out an isurance policy on you and makes you pay for it? If the latter is the case, I’d sleep with my bedroom door closed from now on if I was you. You never know, your cat might try to smother you in your sleep, figuring that if you woke up and caught it it could just pretend it was just looking for a nice place to lie down, all innocent like.
Maybe you meant to say 'car insurance? that would make more sense, 'cause it’s pretty durned hard to load a couple of bags of groceries into the back of a cat.
Speaking of groceries, I’ve gotta get of of here and go to the store. I found a recipe in the Oregonian Food Day for Chilled Avocado Soup With Lime and Jalapeno that sounds so bizarre that I’ve just got to try it.
Perhaps I have insurance that I will never own a cat? Didja think of that? Huh, huh? Well, didja? Or iffen I did have a cat, maybe my cat would have a car, yes, a catcar, and I’d pay for it like parents often do for their dependents. Didja think of that?
Not that a cat would ever be dependent on anyone, and I’m not sure I’d want any cat to get behind the wheel of a car, not that American car companies would market a catcar anyway.
I have nothing to say on the subject of cat cars, mostly 'cause there’s nothing funny about a cat operating a lethal weapon, except to say that they (cats) couldn’t be any worse drivers than some of the people around here. Nor will I try to steer this discussion in the direction of cat houses, 'cause I don’t know nuthin 'bout no cathouses, neither.
The soup was…interesting. Mostly I did it 'cause I was curious, and 'cause the missus loves avocados, and it didn’t heat up the kitchen. But then I decided to make Chalupas to go with, which did heat up the kitchen, so there ya go.
Anyway, she (the Missus) loved the soup, so here’s what I did: (from memory)
In a blender, put 3 cups of ice water. If there’s some ice chunks in the water, that’s jake.
Get 3 limes. Cut up half of one of the limes for garnish and juice the other 2 1/2 limes into the blender.
Put in the meat from 3 ripe avocadoes.
Put in a clove of garlic, peeled.
Put a teaspoon of kosher salt or sea salt. I used regular salt 'cause that’s what I had.
Put half of a jalapeno pepper, with seeds. I took the seeds out and put in the whole pepper.
Blend the whole mess until smooth, and then chill it in the fridge. The flavors will ‘ripen’ as it sits. The recipe didn’t say that, but they did.
Garnish with whipped cream and cilantro. The recipe said to fry up some flour tortilla strips for garnish too. You could probably skip that part. I frequently fry up corn tortilla strips with salt, pepper, and chili powder for stuff, so I did some for the soup and wasn’t inpressed with the combination.
We thought the soup would benefit from some onion as well, and maybe some diced tomato (after the smooshing in the blender), but that’s just us. Actually I put a little chili powder in mine and thought that was good.
Former Mr. Anachi a/k/a the Spouse from the Abyss[sup]TM[/sup] was extremely hirsute. Infact, were he gay, Swampy would be drooling big time. We were in our 20s when we married. He started to go bald…and gray…and now is not aging well at all. Heh, heh, heh.