Here I was...
Here I was...
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"...I'm like the cycling version of the guy in Flowers for Algernon." Mike Magnuson
Nanci - love your mind wanderings.![]()
And OMG you have a grandchild?!?! You do NOT look old enough to have grandchildren. Nov 18, 19?? (That's my youngest daughter's b-day too btw.)
I guess I could have some too, technically, (thankfully the girls are not considering having kids yet..) but I like to pretend I only have my 8 year old son and am still in my 30's...
I have not ridden my bike since the 100 k last saturday. Took me 3-4 days before I even felt like riding, but I've been a busy girl shovelling dirt, planting a couple hundred bucks worth of perennials, and building a lovely stone wall in my semi-finished backyard. We will spend the next two days hauling stone. At least O won't have to do my weights this weekend.I'm so glad the weather has cooled a bit - this would NOT be fun in 100+ temps...
I put on two batches of wine yesterday - one is a Cab Sauv which won't be drinkable for at least a year, and the other is a gwurtztraminer, however you spell that, which we can drink 6 weeks from now. I prefer "boughten" wine but it's nice to have the homebrew for back up. The cab sauv is actually really good.
Back to hauling rock...
I knew you were around here somewhere!Originally Posted by Nanci
Nice drift!
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Elizabee (age 5) at the doctor's office: "I can smell sickness in here...I smell the germs"
I may need to start breathing into a paper bag. I turned in my application Monday for a new position at work. I hate waiting.![]()
Heh, heh, heh. I just won the bet. We're watching "Rooster Cogburn" and I told Bubba that had to be the Deschutes River in Bend, OR. A little googling and I proved my point. OK, not that he really dissputed it but he's the one that remembers all the movie trivia.
Snap, breathe . . . In . . . . . Out. Ok, what position?
Frends know gud humors when dey is hear it. ~ Da Crockydiles of ZZE.
Sounds impressive - Management Information Systems Analyst II.
And for those of you with high speed internet connections, I just saw this on my Yahoo page:
Dancing Skeleton
I need some action. DPITA is literally on the other side of the planet. This sucks.
Diet soda makes me sick to my stomach.
Beer is my friend. Wine is nice, but beer is friendlier.
I'm reading Greg Bear's "Darwin" books. Dang, I wish I'd stuck with my original plan to be a mad scientist. Mad healthcare worker doesn't cut it. Mad librarian might.
My nose ring insists on sitting in the front of my nose, intead of up the nasal passage. cool, if that's where it wants to be, so be it. But I've gotta get it rebent so it won't stick up above my skin. Folks keep saying my ring is coming out. (nope, stem is just too long for the way the hook likes to sit.)
Impressed my young pot-head neuveau-hippie neighbors tonight, as I was sitting on my porch in my rocking chair reading a Darwin book smoking a pipe and drinking a huge beer. One of 'em said I looked "very continental".
(don't look at me like that... I only smoke 3 or 4 times a year and my pipe tabacco is so old there's probably no nicotine left. yeah. Besides, it's better for me than the Dunhill red box cigarettes I used to smoke. I still dream about them...... sigh.)
"If Americans want to live the American Dream, they should go to Denmark." - Richard Wilkinson
So with my rampant hijacking, it only figured I find 'thread drift' eventually... I just always wish I could engage in a real conversation with you ladies, so you could ask me what sign I am, and when I say "sagittarius" some nuevo-hippy could roll her eyes, say "Figures" and then explain to everyone else that Sagges can't sit down OR shut up.
Sometimes it's that way... sometimes it only feels that way. Oh, just ASK me how I know...Originally Posted by KnottedYet
I hear ya.
...*reads and gets fuzzy* I KNEW I liked you lots, Knotted.Beer is my friend. ..... My nose ring insists on sitting in the front of my nose, intead of up the nasal passage. cool, if that's where it wants to be, so be it. But I've gotta get it rebent so it won't stick up above my skin. Folks keep saying my ring is coming out. (nope, stem is just too long for the way the hook likes to sit.)
Impressed my young pot-head neuveau-hippie neighbors tonight, as I was sitting on my porch in my rocking chair reading a Darwin book smoking a pipe and drinking a huge beer. One of 'em said I looked "very continental".
(don't look at me like that... I only smoke 3 or 4 times a year and my pipe tabacco is so old there's probably no nicotine left. yeah. Besides, it's better for me than the Dunhill red box cigarettes I used to smoke. I still dream about them...... sigh.)Noserings... I don't get to wear mine anywhere near as much as I'd like... silver with hematite bead... but now it's always the niobium retainer... that hates being in and at EVERY opportunity will slip down and look weird.
I still occasionally smoke Djarum Blacks... and for me, it's either dark beers, Hefeweizens or ciders.
I am here, I am here, I am heeerrrreee!
Nice to be missed.
Well. Let's see. First I was working for a living and being aggravated out of my skull by this one staff member my co-worker calls "la diablita"....then that was over, and I went to the Sox game!
Now, I'm a Cubs fan from way back. It's genetic. If anybody knows Chicago, you know you're either North or you're South side, you're either a Cubs or you're a Sox fan. For example, a t-shirt tonight said, "Friends don't let friends be Cubs fans". You get the point. I felt like a foreign exchange student.
However. Free tix, friends. Elvis night. OMG. I have been corrupted.
1. Parachuting Elvises from the sky during the National Anthem, AND after the game.
2. The Sox shut out the Tigers, 5-0. Great pitching.
3. Fireworks after every homerun. Fireworks at the end of the game.
4. Many Elvises, Elvis contests, and a really good Elvis "tribute" guy at the end.
5. An AMAZING fireworks show at the very end.
You don't get a show like that at Wrigley.
We took the El (public trans. train) down and back. Now it's 12:20, and I'm getting up at 6 AM to go run 7 miles with Jamie. Uuuuuggghhhhh...![]()
Going to bed. Love to all, L.
PS, KN, I hear ya about needing the action thing.![]()
Run like a dachshund! Ride like a superhero! Swim like a three-legged cat!
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