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June 30, 2006

CULTURAL DIFFERENCES

They abound.

(Thanks to DavCat14)

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Three years already! Wow, time does fly. And yes, she is still as adorable as ever.

We saw a lot of cute little kids at the Stadium this afternoon, after which all I can say is...
MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSE.

Fortunately, the threatened downpours seem to have stayed in New Jersey (hi, Meanie) and we didn't get so much as a drop.

Three years already! Wow, time does fly. And yes, she is still as adorable as ever.

We saw a lot of cute little kids at the Stadium this afternoon, after which all I can say is...
MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSE.

Fortunately, the threatened downpours seem to have stayed in New Jersey (hi, Meanie) and we didn't get so much as a drop.

Oh, I know in the long run going to class and all don't matter...but in the short term it does.

Also she's getting a lot more out of this than the GED.

As they told us, it's not just getting the GED. Most of them could get that with no problem.

It's teaching them the discipline, responsibility and self respect that they need.

Very hard rain here earlier, may get more. It's approaching!

2 hrs driving time is the 'standard' we use here.

"It's 2 hours to Austria."
"It's 2 hours to Germany." (now 1 1/2)
"It's 2 hours to Poland."
"It's 2 hours to the other side of Prague."

Germany moved closer?

*snork at "other side of Prague"*

In St. Louis, the time standard is 20 minutes. Everything is 20 minutes away. Well, it used to be until they closed I-64 for renovations thus creating a commuting nightmare. And, the "outlying areas" are further "out".

However, Germany and the other side of Prague are still more than 20 minutes away.

That's funny, Kibby. My friend in Alvin talks about driving to "the other side of Houston" in exactly the same way!

Susan, good point. That's why employers want to see if a teen in even a fast food job has the self-discipline to come in on time, not take a lot of days off, etc.

We got a completed autobahn + no customs/passport checkpoints to Germany now. We're still waiting for the autobahns to Austria and Poland. GOOD LUCK for one to the "Dark side of Prague".

Within 1 hour from leaving my house I'm sailing. What's the hold-up with around Prague? Oh, get this. The major East-West route comes within 1 mile of downtown. The North - South route comes through the middle of the city.

*zips in*

I used to have a girlfriend who used the "20 minutes" thing. Her husband used to make fun of her every time she did it, and it was pretty ridiculous. Once he said, "If you asked Barbara how long it took to cross the country in a covered wagon, she'd tell you 20 minutes - with a straight face!"

*flings pants*

It's much more pleasant here today, Susan - though still in the mid-80s. We've had an exciting time - lunch and shopping at Fairway.

Jackie hurt her back a little cleaning this morning (always a bad idea) so she's resting on the couch.

/end exciting update

It's only 84 here today, not bad at all.

Smile! I just got a new phone...with crap-cam. Learning how to use it now.

And...shock of shocks...my mother got a cell phone. With camera.

Kylie is SO CUTE!!!
*sigh*
I wish my darling baby was still 3 instead of, what is it now about 33? She liked me when she was 3 and thought I was the smartest person in the world.

She's away for the weekend so I'm at least the smartest person in the house. And the cats like me a lot...but only at mealtime, which, according to them, should be every 30 minutes or so.

She's gone off with a friend to the friend's family's cottage and I had to write a letter of permission for them to take J over the border to some fair or something. I'm pretty sure I hope they bring her back.

ANother few years, Peri (if you can both survive them) and you'll suddenly be brilliant again...at least that's the way it's supposed to work, right?

We still think you're smart.

;)

Saturday morning: porch, capuccino, no yogurt n berries. I'm waiting for my little sister to wake up/come to so we can go out for breakfast. Late night last night at the Ritz celebrating my upcoming natal day. She was over served. Now, she's a little bitty thing; 4'10; slender and yet she thought she could handle 5 martinis. As I was pouring her into bed, I heard her fifth philosophy on life. I can't remember what it was. I don't think she heard mine, "Don't drink 5 martinis in one night."

HECK -- I don't know if I've ever had that many in one week!!

Poor little thing; she's going to need a great big cappuccino! Do NOT offer her any yogurt.

WATER!!! That's what she'll need.

I'm taking my dear child's bass guitar to get checked out today...there is an odd buzz in it, that I can't figure out the reason for.

I've also managed to crack the filling off of the tooth I had repaired at the start of June. The bit of tooth that chipped off was kind of a vertical slab, so I didn't think the filling would really hold...and indeed, it went last night. Eating fried oysters...and there was a big crunch on one of them. This morning I noticed something felt out of place on that tooth, and yes, the filling came off. The opening, where it is, doesn't bother me...but the tiny pointy sharp bit of tooth at the top does.

I may go to the movies...I won't see Mamma Mia again yet. Although I will listen to the soundtrack...

What Susan said: Always drink at least a couple of glasses of water before bed after too much drinking.

Do any of you guys read Chatological Humor on Tuesdays? Weekly, I mean, not just when Dave is there. I can't read it live because I doubt the powers that be at work would approve but I catch up at home whenever I can pry J away from MSNing on the comp (which induces severe withdrawal so I don't get a lot of time).

Anyway, Gene said he lives the column 'Savage Love' so I went and found it and I've been reading it all morning. I just love it. I've bookmarked Dan Savage's blog as well but I haven't looked at it yet.

Has anyone else followed these or any other mentions/links? What do you think?

I'll go with that sage Alfred (you know...Batman...): Chicken Soup.
Or the Kinks: Have a Cuppa Tea.

Both. Give her both.

I love "Savage Love". Though you should be prepared for some excellently twisted stuff.

Chicago is great (at least so far, in the summertime). Except that we STILL do not have internet because AT&T is a huge incompetent monopoly of retards who cannot network there systems together well enough to set up a single simple account correctly and who will CHARGE you MONEY for you to sit ON HOLD with THEM for hours and hours because, like I said, they are INCOMPETENT and are so domineering in the global communication junket that you are left there sitting with the feeling like they are just saying to you "What the hell are YOU going to do about it? ...Ha! You can't do anything about it! We're AT&T!" and god forbid you have a JOB and have to work during the only times certain departments are open (which, weirdly thankfully, we are not employed), although we found this out moments after the department close that we had to CALL OURSELVES because no one can properly transfer you to anyone in and out of several different countries. Pepper knows more about the IT and Customer Service procedures than AT&T's own employees now. Of course, I'd COULD bring in money if only we had internet... I freelance Graphic Design.
So they are billing us for the MONTH of service we have not had because they didn't order us a modem, we would have happily paid for in the first place. They didn't order it AGAIN when we called because it didn't arrive, and then they overnighted it to us but we get NO signal. This is costing me time because I'm trying to job search and it seems like no one uses Classified Ads anymore. This is costing me money because I cannot work without internet. This is costing me minutes because I'm on hold for hours when my minutes are not free.
We'd switch to Comcast but we can't afford it.

That has nothing to do with the city. I'm loving the free days at the museums, and the weather is beautiful. The neighbors complain about the heat and the humidity, and we laugh. Of course in September we will complain it's cold and then it will be their turn to laugh.

...their (not there).

I got all worked up.

I'm going to assume you're all off reading Savage Love, Chatological Humor and The Gene Pool.

Right?

I haven't committed some sort of MOAT faux pas here, have I? This isn't a communal shocked silence while furious emails along the lines of 'what the hell does Peri think she's doing?' are exchanged amoung the in-crowd?

Oh dear oh dear. I'm just going to go and read The Onion, ok?

*no dangerously (savagely?) perverse leanings going on here, no sir. straight up vanilla, that's me*

*also well into my second bottle of Mateus; tipsy, paranoid and rambling. remorse and self-loathing on the cards*

Oh my goodness, Crash! You weren't there when I was typing up my last post with one eye closed and chewing the fluck out of my bottom lip in intense concentration.

Excellent AT&T rant! A corporate T-Rex if ever there was one.

When I'm feeling a bit more normal I'm going to talk to my ridiculously successful graphics whiz relative and see if I can get some tips and/or contacts for you.

Oh yeah, and check out ourGas Stove.

You took it with you! =)

I like the pair of smiling oven whatchamacallits on the hood.

Those are silicon oven mitts.
Good for taking things out of the oven, moving cast iron skillets, shaking the coal even in the grill, opening jars, giving wedgies, mutant duck bill, puppet shows, and pretending to be a blue crab.

They also get bigger if you feed them blood.

Ugh... I need to be fed... Sorry to ditch ya Peri.
Gotta run.

Blood?
!!!

Peri: huh? Sorry, don't know any of them. And curse you for making me find something else to read.

Bummer, Crash, but be careful what you wish for. A friend hates C0mcast as much as you do AT&t.

Sorry Jeff!
It gets worse, too. You can follow more references and end up in some really intriguing territory. I've ranged far and wide and am now reading some stuff about polyamoury that I'm beside myself about. It's exciting but futile, taking my present circumstances into consideration. Still, I'm satisfied to know that I'm not a total freak.

And it makes me regret an estranged relationship with the only person I know here that may know how I feel about this.

A few weeks ago I bought a t-shirt that says "Git-R-Done" on it and I wear it to work. (I have to tell you here that despite my elevated and formal term position at work I have not changed my personae; I go to meetings with GMs and visiting VIPs wearing a khaki green camouflage T that says "YOU CAN'T SEE ME" or KISS, AC/DC and Nickelback Ts, combat boots and shredded jeans with lace hose underneath). I don't know why I'm surprised at the reactions I get. Who here recognizes my blue collar affiliation and who thinks I'm just an enthusiastic little worker bee?

I'm going to a Judas Priest concert on Thursday. My cubicle-mate gave me a puzzled smile when I happily told her this after I hung up our shared phone in a desperate-but-successful last minute bid for tickets from a local radio station. She told me that the Cirque de Soliel show she'd just attended at the same venue was very good, in lieu of knowing who Judas Priest is. We looked at each other in mutual incomprehension for a second or two and then got back to work.

I was honestly thinking that I was in no way, shape or form suited for the position of authority that I've been occupying for the past few months until this past Friday, when I told my main 'customers' - the evening shift superintendents whose lives I've been plaguing with my insistence on data integrity - that I would be leaving them in 2 weeks.

They were truly upset. They told me they were upset. They said that they finally got someone who heard and understood what they said about the 'challenge' of running a work force with a powerful union under an employer who wants fiscally visible results. I've always defended them against management assault because I believe that they are doing the best they can with what they've got but I never knew that they knew about it. I never knew that the processes I invented to make it easier for them to answer my questions were even noticed, never mind appreciated. I nag them to the point that they run away if they see me walking their way but I never knew they they thought it was fun as well.

They made me blink my eyes very rapidly and normally that is something that I resent a lot.

But I let them get away with it. Just this once.

A few weeks ago I bought a t-shirt that says "Git-R-Done" on it and I wear it to work. (I have to tell you here that despite my elevated and formal term position at work I have not changed my personae; I go to meetings with GMs and visiting VIPs wearing a khaki green camouflage T that says "YOU CAN'T SEE ME" or KISS, AC/DC and Nickelback Ts, combat boots and shredded jeans with lace hose underneath). I don't know why I'm surprised at the reactions I get. Who here recognizes my blue collar affiliation and who thinks I'm just an enthusiastic little worker bee?

I'm going to a Judas Priest concert on Thursday. My cubicle-mate gave me a puzzled smile when I happily told her this after I hung up our shared phone in a desperate-but-successful last minute bid for tickets from a local radio station. She told me that the Cirque de Soliel show she'd just attended at the same venue was very good, in lieu of knowing who Judas Priest is. We looked at each other in mutual incomprehension for a second or two and then got back to work.

I was honestly thinking that I was in no way, shape or form suited for the position of authority that I've been occupying for the past few months until this past Friday, when I told my main 'customers' - the evening shift superintendents whose lives I've been plaguing with my insistence on data integrity - that I would be leaving them in 2 weeks.

They were truly upset. They told me they were upset. They said that they finally got someone who heard and understood what they said about the 'challenge' of running a work force with a powerful union under an employer who wants fiscally visible results. I've always defended them against management assault because I believe that they are doing the best they can with what they've got but I never knew that they knew about it. I never knew that the processes I invented to make it easier for them to answer my questions were even noticed, never mind appreciated. I nag them to the point that they run away if they see me walking their way but I never knew they they thought it was fun as well.

They made me blink my eyes very rapidly and normally that is something that I resent a lot.

But I let them get away with it. Just this once.

???
I have no idea how I managed that.
Sorry.

So we're having a family bbq in the backyard and as it's winding down, Mom toddles off towards the front yard. Carol goes in that direction to make sure Mom doesn't fall. We're having issues with that and with Mom seeing something shiny and going in that direction and on and on. She has good days and bad days and sometimes the days change course in the middle so we never know what we are encountering.

Annarae and Stacey are here, too and as Annarae toddles off in one direciton, Mom toddles of in another. Betweent he two of them, they keep us hopping.

And then we see is Mom walking through the front yard carrying a tire iron.

?!?!?

Hi, Peri. Sorry I can't stay and play. I have miles to go before I sleep; not to mention a tire iron that needs relocating to its proper home.

OH! Here I am!

I was planning on being active and voluble here last night and was really upset when I couldn't find my vibe. The set up was just right: Friday night, alone with the computer, beer, tunes....but I just couldn't get there. I wanted to be funny or extreme or just plain weird. Which I could have faked and you would have let me get away with it because you're lovely that way; but I couldn't even find the fake vibe. I stressed about it all night (while, at the same time, lusting over Lucius Malfoy in 'Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix', so really...stressing in little bits 'cause you know: seriously sexy evil!)

Anyway, it still bothered me in the cold light of morning. Even with coffee.

But it's ok. Still weird. Still extemporizing.

Still not wearing pants.

Oh sure...I need more blogs to read. I don't read all the ones I should...never mind new ones. :)

Hi Peri! I'm here for a bit, but I'm liable to start Stumbling any minute now...

So who needs pants?

Damn.

Sorry sly. My timing is perfect as always.

Deftly exchange the tire iron for a glass of iced tea and smile truly at her while you do it.

I'm currently watching my Grandma going down the 'tire iron' path and I think we're both happier when we look at each other with a "I'm happy to see you" perspective rather than the "what's up with that?" aspect of the situation.

OH! Here I am!

I was planning on being active and voluble here last night and was really upset when I couldn't find my vibe. The set up was just right: Friday night, alone with the computer, beer, tunes....but I just couldn't get there. I wanted to be funny or extreme or just plain weird. Which I could have faked and you would have let me get away with it because you're lovely that way; but I couldn't even find the fake vibe. I stressed about it all night (while, at the same time, lusting over Lucius Malfoy in 'Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix', so really...stressing in little bits 'cause you know: seriously sexy evil!)

Anyway, it still bothered me in the cold light of morning. Even with coffee.

But it's ok. Still weird. Still extemporizing.

Still not wearing pants.

OH! Here I am!

I was planning on being active and voluble here last night and was really upset when I couldn't find my vibe. The set up was just right: Friday night, alone with the computer, beer, tunes....but I just couldn't get there. I wanted to be funny or extreme or just plain weird. Which I could have faked and you would have let me get away with it because you're lovely that way; but I couldn't even find the fake vibe. I stressed about it all night (while, at the same time, lusting over Lucius Malfoy in 'Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix', so really...stressing in little bits 'cause you know: seriously sexy evil!)

Anyway, it still bothered me in the cold light of morning. Even with coffee.

But it's ok. Still weird. Still extemporizing.

Still not wearing pants.

What the hell is going on around here?!

I wrote a very funny post for Susan and posted it but instead I got a re-run of a totally over previous post of mine?

Peri...

I hear you aren't wearing any pants!

This was/is a big joke in Canada, according to some websites:

When NASA first started sending up astronauts, they quickly discovered that ballpoint pens would not work in zero gravity. To combat the problem, NASA scientists spent a decade and $12 billion to develop a pen that writes in zero gravity, upside down, underwater, on almost any surface including glass and at temperatures ranging from below freezing to 300°C.

The Russians used a pencil.

I'm told it's true and that's why we think it's funny.

So, you know...just sayin'. Not laughing or anything. Because I also have this transcript of a US warship radio exchange:

US SHIP: Please divert your course 0.5 degrees to the South to avoid a collision.

CANADIAN REPLY: Recommend you divert YOUR course 15 degrees to the South to avoid a collision.

US SHIP: This is the Captain of the US Navy Ship *************. I say again, divert YOUR course.

CANADIAN REPLY: No, I say again, divert YOUR course!

US SHIP: THIS IS THE AIRCRAFT CARRIER USS MISSOURI. WE ARE A LARGE WARSHIP OF THE US NAVY. DIVERT YOUR COURSE NOW OR WE WILL TAKE APPROPRIATE AND DRASTIC MEASURES!!!!

CANADIAN REPLY: This is a lighthouse. Your call.

When I had my blog I posted a jpg image of the Canadian Armed Forces transcript of that particular exchange but I can't find it just now. It doesn't matter if it's true, anyway; it's the sort of thing we'd accept as true, 'cause, you know...those whacky Americans!

We know that Americans have the best sense of humor in the world! We share the longest friendly border! Even if you ARE going to insist on passports very soon! We kid because we love!

Pants? We don't need no stinkin' pants.

Actually, we probably will need pants to go get some nachos from the corner shop. No socks, no shoes, no service.

Wait. I see a loophole. And I am wearing socks, actually, because my air conditioner is not Peribody specific.

I'll just tell them I'm Daisy Duck. They have to sell me nachos, by their own rules.

Anarchy. Acrimony. Chaos.

:0

Peri, I did like Savage Love so thanks for mentioning it.

Sly, sorry you're having problems with your mom. All our parents - those of us lucky enough to still have them - are facing various age-related things. Some are luckier than others but it's coming to all of us.

So what was the deal with the tire iron?

Peri, I've read that lighthouse thing before - loved it.

And *snork* at the Daisy Duck image!

I should send you one of my favorite t-shirts (from a Jimmy Buffett song):

Growing Older But Not Up

*bookmarks Savage Love*

Great stuff, Peri!

I love reading Chatological Humor...and have been known to read Savage Love, from time to time, as in, whenever I pick up a copy of the Washington City Paper. It's very, uh, educational.

*hugs Peri*

Job Update: Target cut my hours. Which seemed great, at first. Then I come to find out that any shift over 4 hours but less than 6 entitles you to only one 15 minute break, and since the store is run by pea-brained troglydites, they give you your one and only break at the 2 hour mark. Anyway, suffice it to say that with hours of standing combined with no bathroom breaks, I got a UTI, am now on antibiotics, and am wondering how the hell I'm supposed to survive next Saturday's scheduled 5.75 hour shift without getting sick again. Or any of my shifts next week, for that matter, but that one is the worst.

I was going to give my two-weeks notice the next time I came in, but I'd have to make it through Saturday first.

I thought I had worked in the salt mines before, but damn, Target takes the cake.

Blogchik, that sucks that you're having another bad summer employment experience. The kids working at our Target apparently have it much better and are allowed to go to the bathroom when they need to.

Loud storms last night. WOW!

And HAPPY ANNIVERSARY, MAD AND MIKE!!!

What sly said - Happy Anniversary, Weasels!

*looks for 'happy anniversary, weasels!' card*

Found one Insom!

*opens card*

*BLAM!*

... oops, wrong sleeve ...

*looks up definition of weird and freak, doesn't see any reference to Peri*

There was a mention of some cat though. ;-)

Kibby's weekend sailing trips are starting to become habit forming (no, no nuns! gads). He ended up docking at 11 pm in the pitch dark. FORTUNATELY he had one of those 'caving head-strap lights'. MAN ARE THEY COOL! :-) Turn your head and there's a beam of light turning with you! COOOOOOL!

*reminds himself to let sister-that-gave-it-to-him know how coooool it is*

Kibby, we need a picture.

Thanks everyone. Weasel and I spent the weekend moving. No internet at home yet. The new place is very spacious, but no hot water yet either and I couldn't even take a cold shower because the water doesn't seem to divert to the shower head. So I guess there is some work to be done. Still I'm glad the moving part is over.

Sorry I missed Peri over the weekend.

Crash - you should definitely escalate your case and get a refund for the first month.

Blogchik - hang in there

Sly - good luck with your mom.

*smooches everyone*

Happy anniversary, Mad and Mike! :) And congrats on moving, hope you get the water situation sorted out soon.

I have decided to quit Target. I have only one dose of antibiotic left, and I know if I work there another week of 3 1/2 hours without a break, I will undo my whole recovery and get sick again. I'm working tomorrow and submitting my notice after my shift ends.

This has been the worst year for revolving door bad jobs for me, ever... :( I can't wait for the semester to start again.

Sly, I get the impression that I work at the Worst Target Ever. One of my fellow cashier slaves told me that he recently went to a different one and the cashiers had chairs or stools so they could sit down when they needed to.

Our managers seem to have the attitude that employees are some kind of cash-register-operating automatons. B@st@rds.

Last Saturday one of the managers, who has harassed me before, came up to me and told me I had only gotten my speed average up to 85. (It's supposed to be 88.) Then she was LITERALLY looking over my shoulder the entire next transaction. I suppose it was supposed to be "coaching" but in actuality it was harassment.

But I'm going to be smiling at work tomorrow, knowing it's my last day. Ha ha!

*sees Blogchik got the last laugh*

*looks at calander*

WHOA! HAPPY BIRTHDAY SLY!

actuallysaidSatwhileonthelakebetweengustsofwindandtryingtohangon

Blogchik, good. Jackie has been saying for days, "why doesn't she just quit?" No one should have to take that crap.

Happy Birthday, sly! Today is also my niece Premhansa's birthday.

pssst! Jeff, sly's b-day was Sat

psssst! Kibby, sly's b-day was Sun

pssst! Jeff, sly's b-day was Sun, Sat over here ;-)

Oh, yea, today's Tues, not Mon. Wed's tomorrow, not the day after ....

the radio program I listen to in the mornings occasionally does what they call a Harris Poll, they call up people with the last name Harris and ask them questions on a certain topic. Today's topic was about the Mayor of Detroit and should he step down. One of the Harrises launched into an expletive ridden tirade about how he needs to be kicked out and thrown in jail. she ended the call with "have a blessed f***ing day!"

happy unbirthday to Slyeyes!

Jeff, nice to know Jackie was saying that. :)

I just printed out my resignation letter, as follows:

"To Whom It May Concern:

This is to inform you that Tuesday, July 29, 2008, is my last day at Target. I quit."

Then of course my name with space for signature. The fact that I don't even have a name to address this thing to is so typical of that place...

I'll be whistling while I work today, though!

Sorry, sly - keep forgetting to check the calendar. Hope it was good. I know you enjoyed Annarae's visit.

Thanks, everyone. I had a good time; went to see the Gateway Grizzlies play (Independent Frontier League baseball team). The celebration continues tonight with dinner with friends.

happy belated Sly I'll make some belated blog butter just for you. With delayed exploding confetti.

Mad, did you guys get hit by the earthquake? It said 29 miles SE of L.A. and people felt it down to San Diego.

Yes I felt it. My work is close to the epicenter. No damage. Weasel had to evacuate his building in downtown LA but he is fine. I haven't been home to check the apartment yet.

*thought he felt the earth move last night*

oh .... might have been something else ....

Well, that goes without saying.

" The Tigers acquired right-handed reliever Kyle Farnsworth from the Yankees on Wednesday in exchange for catcher Ivan Rodriguez."

NOOOOO!!! not my Pudge! i was even wearing my Pudge shirt today. I'm so distraught.

I thought of you when I heard that, Trillian. We were at the Yankee game today and got the news when we got home.

Farnsworth has been much better this year but Yankee fans made up their minds about him already and many won't give him a second chance.

I'm curious as to how much Pudge has left.

*zips in*

Trillian, I love Pudge and have since he was with the Marlins. I promise to take good care of him for you. :)

And good luck with Farnsworth, that's all I'm saying. ;)

I always think of "Heaven Can Wait" when I hear Farnsworth.

sly, I always think , oh no, now we're going to lose......;)

i always think of thisFarnsworth or maybe this one.


and some more pictures of kylie

Great smile!

I've been at the Stadium many times and heard the collective groans and boos when Farnsworth came into a game, but in recent months he has been much much better.

That's why the Yankees were ready to let him go when they had a chance to "sell high" as the NY Times put it.

And the trade was totally Detroit's idea.

Hey, when you can get one of the best catchers ever, even if he's past his best years, where's the downside?

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DI!

Have a great day, Blondie!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DI!

DDi's blonde? when'd that happen?

Happy Birthday, Di.

happy birthday, d²i!

*leaves out a tub of special I can't believe she went blond birthday blog butter (tm thingy)* Watch out for the exploding confetti I hear it turns your hair blond ;-)

Does anyone else think maybe it's time to move?

Bueller?

hhappy bbirthday Ddi!

Thanks, El, I'm glad Pudge will be appreciated.

I guess the trade makes sense, but it seems to me we could have gotten someone a little better for Pudge.

I'll have to pick someone else to be "my tiger"

Happy Birthday Di!

And a belated one to Sly...cause I haven't been here much lately...

And a belated happy anniversary to the Weasels!

(Jeff, I wouldn't be adverse to a move...I have this bookmarked as the March M...)

I wouldn't mind a move either.

Happy Blond(e) Birthday Di! Happy Belated Birthday Sly! Happy Anniversary Weasels!

Thanks Neo great to see you around.

I'm setting up the next moat on a virgin thread. Absolutely no comments because it is a post from before comments were allowed. I'll go pop her cherry.

(is pretty sure all that virgin talk will get people to follow her)

Hi guys! And thanks so much for the burfday wishes! Twas a fantastic day and birthday weekend. Heck, the festivities are ongoing... Dinner tonight with a friend, then again on Friday with a couple of other friends. This getting old thing isn't so bad.

Though I did mourn the loss of my 20's for about a nanosecond. Then I decided I'd own my 30's! WAHOO!

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