Soooo....

[Moonliner]

Originally Posted by BarTopDancer

Nope nope nope. You must rearrange your trip. I'll be in Vegas

Hey Leo, when are you coming down?

If you time it right there can be a SacTown, ML, SCA Sammich. Covered in cheese.

If that don't get him to book the next flight to china I don't know what will.

[MouseWife]

Originally Posted by €uroMeinke

My sister has one - or rather has a cat named Sancho. So the neighbors are amused when she calls for him. Her husband, not so much - but probably because he was her Sancho in her first marriage.

That is a really funny story. But, did she name the cat Sancho before they were married?

My sister had a can she called Egore. The neighbors nickname was Egore {won't go there} and it was awkward calling the cat in....

Santeria by Sublime, a warning to sanchos! A fun song to sing, too.

[alphabassettgrrl]

Originally Posted by Mousey Girl

I am also getting tired of being asked when I plan to start looking for a new man. Why do I need a man to be happy? My standard response is that I already have a man, he is in training, and he requires my full attention right now.

Bleh. I hate that whole thing about every woman *must* have a man. What- we can take care of ourselves. If someone comes along and you get along, great, but we are complete in ourselves. Well, some of us are. I know some women don't feel complete unless they're paired but I don't understand that.

Originally Posted by AllyOfTheDolls

Today's princess doesn't need a prince to rescue her! With lots of loving & supportive friends &/or family in her "kingdom", she'll do just fine!

I'll drink to that!

Originally Posted by lizziebith

Am I the only one who always reads the So.......... thread from the last post to wherever I left off? It's fascinating wondering what starts each tangent...

I usually click view first unread and read forward. My brain does enough tangenting, I don't need help getting lost.

Originally Posted by Mousey Girl

She said (again) that I needed to not date or anything until Nickolas was grown and out of the house. She heard this tidbit from Dr Laura, so it MUST be gospel.

I don't know what I have more of a problem with, that she believes everything Dr Laura says or that I am to have no social life for the next 8 years.

Hey, there's a lot of range between "no social life until your kid is 40" and "immediately finding a new man".

I can't take Dr. Laura seriously. Just... no.

[blueerica]

As mentioned in another thread - scratch me being gone that weekend. I am around. Busy with finals, but around. I should definitely meet up.

[BarTopDancer]

I'm hungry.

[Mousey Girl]

I feel like crap. I am hoping it is just problems from yesterday's caffiene intake and not the stomach flu.

It could also be stress. *sigh*



On a rather funny (in a verrrry 'Bad Mommy" moment), Nickolas likes it when I wake him up by crawling into his bed with the Girls. Holly, who is our loving, cleaning girl, has a problem. She likes to chew on fabric. She does not have a mean bone in her furry body. She sort of nipped on his undies this morning. He finally admitted he was the one who squeaked, not her. I found this hysterical.

[Kevy Baby]

Originally Posted by BarTopDancer

I'm hungry.

Have a cookie.

Spoiler:

My post is borne out a story told to me when I was at Cal Poly in the late eighties. Seemed the programmer on an early campus-wide mainframe system buried DEEPLY within code a random silly lockout. At random times, a random terminal would blank out and just display a screen that said "I'm hungry". No matter what they did, they could not figure out how to bypass this lockout. Finally (and I don't recall how they figured this out) it was determined that all they needed to do was "have a cookie" and the terminal would resume right where it was. They never could find the code

[Morrigoon]

So Kevy, did they have to send a cookie, or just type it out?

[Moonliner]

Originally Posted by Mousey Girl

I feel like crap. I am hoping it is just problems from yesterday's caffiene intake and not the stomach flu.

It could also be stress. *sigh*



On a rather funny (in a verrrry 'Bad Mommy" moment), Nickolas likes it when I wake him up by crawling into his bed with the Girls. Holly, who is our loving, cleaning girl, has a problem. She likes to chew on fabric. She does not have a mean bone in her furry body. She sort of nipped on his undies this morning. He finally admitted he was the one who squeaked, not her. I found this hysterical.

Please tell me that "Holly" is a cat or some other type of domestic animal.

[AllyOops!]

Originally Posted by Moonliner

OK, I'm getting seriously freaked out here. Would everyone please stop fantasizing about me and dairy products. It's just wrong.

Not wrong enough to stop you from puttin up a cool & bitchin' new avatar!

Sigh..and I get no credit? Whatever! Next time I post, I'll make sure that I suggest your'e covered in something else.

Mousewife!! I love the term "Sanchos"!! I've never, ever heard this!! I referred to my ex-boyfriend as Sancho & I have no clue why- it didn't even remotely fit. Unless Sancho is spanish for "Mr. posessive who likes to drink a whole bunch."