What has happened that Sissy is quoting football people?

Sissy, remember all that math we learned in school? That is what calculators do today. All of it, not just square roots. When I was in school, that would have been worth $124.00 to me, but not to my mother.

I have to do housework. DD is doing well. She did her own exercises today, she did not need help.

I have housework to do. YUCK. DD has been living in DS13's room while she is recovering. His room is on the 1st floor and hers is on the 2nd. They both want to go back. I must clean. YUCK. I will not burden you with my lists...unless you insist.

Katrina, I'm in South Jersey. We're practically neighbors. Painty, when did you live in NJ? Isn't it wonderful not to live here anymore. I married a New Jerseyite. I'll probably die in this Godforsaken place. (Though where I live is very pretty)

Personally, I like to swear. I don't do it very much so it is ten times as much fun.

And Muffie was in jail. There's one in every family.

Lobaloney------good for your darling dd--hopefully she will remember how sweet her mother has been through all her trials and be sweet to you forever!!--i want arse removal cream as well----i get your point paintcow and i do agree----it is the only way

Ahhhh! now I know what the problem is.... I neither read motivational books or get off my arse. Still getting better, but it doesn't produce much to talk about. Unless you would like a recap of a wedding story, a baby story, a makeover story and a personal story from the learning channel for the last week. Oh, and lets not forget Dr. Phil and Oprah. I may have to get one of those tivo machines when I go back to work, which is yikes!! tomorrow. So much for lazing around.

Time for my nap.

Bagzie, have you developed a website to sell your beautiful trays and lazy susans?

gotta go.

Lushoni, my family is originally from South Jersey. Salem County. I love it, but then I haven't lived there since 4th grade.

You're going back to work tomorrow, Wabbit? I think that's too soon! Are you up for it? Personally I would cadge at a least couple extra weeks, but that's just me.

Okay, I have lousy rotten news (for me, none of you will really care)--my only 3D friends within driving distance are moving away this fall. To Oregon! They couldn't go maybe a state away, they had to move across the country. That means I will be even more depressed than usual. I have figured out that only friends are able to get us out of the house and doing stuff that's worthwhile. Left to ourselves, we will do nothing at all.

But on the other hand, maybe I will get to visit Wabby someday after all!

Very interesting about the college situ, Kat. Didn't realize you were in NJ (cuz I couldn't actually just look underneath your name and see). That sounds like the perfect college parent scenario to me. She's not right in Manhattan but you can go with her to stuff in the city. Cool. I suspect for me, it's more than I can hope for, for DD to go to school within easy driving distance. She's so independent I can't really expect her to hang close to home. Although you can bet we will be looking at all the schools in Maine first!

You know, Cherry is into that Artist's Way thing, or was. Have you read that, Bagz?

By the way the folk festival was really fabulous.
I saw a hilarious Punch and Judy Show, listened to weird Chinese instruments, lots of blues, bluegrass, cajun, country folk, klezmer, Russian balalaika music, various guitar styles, various vocal styles, various accordian styles, electric dance music from the Congo, drumming from Korea and even some yodelling! Great stuff!

Kiwi

Cowabunga--
Calculators (of the ilk my kids had to have) would do GRAPHS of quadratic equations... so you could 'see" what the math language was talking about. You could store formulas so you'd have them for reference without having to have illegal crib sheets. You could write little programs and see them march across the screen. It was just cool. (maybe I had too much association with techies. Please apologize to SD for sex change.

Re: Arse Removal. It was Removal FROM Arse, not Removal OF... (Sort of the opposite of freedom OF religion, not freedom FROM religion -- although I could name several religions I would like to be free FROM... but no doubt that belongs on a completely different forum. ) sometimes just moving one's arse is sufficient!

Lo (and Cherry Cow) -- Didn't actually live in NJ.... inlaws and exGit was from Hammonton. (Have no idea what county it is) Former MIL is still there... and assorted outlaws are mostly in Egg Harbor. On my first visit they were excited to show me where the local "don" lived... He had the big estate with the video cameras (back in 71, that was... but he was "away"... turned out he was in PRISON!) And it is pretty there... and sort of agriculturally paced... (Plants'll only grow at their own speed.... so the stress that hits manufacturing tends not to happen.) And S. Jersey and the Pine barrens are not at all like the chemical factories on the turnpike. and I was positivey addicted to those big blueberries frozen and taken out and rationed all year long. We lived in Putnam County in 1978... (the dark ages) It was the first time I lived outside California... had left best job ever, delivered DD while exH was preoccupied with first postDoc job. Prettiest location and MOST LONELY I've ever been.

Bagzz: Great idea for the arse removal cream... We could have two strengths... one to remove your own arse, and the other to get ride of the arses around you. You do the formula, I'll come up with a label.

Oh, Kiwonk... I am so sorry your best friends are heading West. I absolutely believe that someone new will show up. (maybe not as fast as you want, but pretty fast.) One of my daughter's best friends was "recommended" to her by her PE teacher in 6th grade. I'd known the teacher when she was at a different school and mentioned that DD was new in her school now... and teacher said, well, you might call so and so. I did, on the pretext that DD wanted to take a babysitting class at the Y, could her Mom help drive, and maybe they'd like to take the class together. It worked! Of course that friend moved back to Israel soon after... but if they hadn't been such good friends, DD wouldh't have gotten to visit the Holy Land 2 years later... What I'm trying to say is maybe someone that you sort of know knows someone you'd really like.... Whew. Longwinded.

Artists Way is one of my favorite "motivational" type books. It's got so many provocative questions and suggestions, you can hardly ignore it... even if you want to!

What would YOU do if you had 5 alternate lives you could be living?

Our puter has a small problem so we're taking it to the puter guy who built it who will fix it free because he's sweet and loves us. He mentioned to me last night "I heard Herbie has a new girlfriend. Did you hear that?" Of course, I didn't. And how does it make me feel? Kind of sad and kind of like it's really time for some arse removal. I lost a coupla pounds last week ( for a day) and felt so much better. Arse removal and leg toning is my prescription for all woes.

I don't find quadratic formulas marching around the room to be worth $124. I didn't learn that in school. While you were taking nerd courses, Sissy, I was protesting the war. Peace.

there are ants walking across the concrete slab at my back door .. crawling under the door ... up the wall .. across the counter. I shooed them off yesterday but they're back. They also need arse removal.

And to you Sissy "ROLL TIDE"

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! Not fair! Soon the whole world except me will be there.

Used to take me five hours total, including a one and a half hour ferry ride to get to and from university (which seems like it was only yesterday instead of being back in the 80's when life was good) so I didn't see all that much of my parents. I don't remember them getting teary when I left (hmmmmmm...) but they probably did. Guess I'll get to experience it when my two want to get out on their own.

Down to 152 lbs. more due to midlife crisis than to diet and exercise. Just don't feel like eating much. Must start exercising to release endorphins in my tiny brain.

I've heard that if you put a line of baking powder where ants are, they won't cross the line. Or I guess you could leave a bucket of honey in your back yard so they go there instead of into the kitchen.

Thinking about your dd today, Lushani. Poor darling

Enough blabbing. Must go iron.

Ah yes, I can picture it: Little Peachie in her peace sign headband (don't make me show that picture) and little Lushie with her button-down oxford shirt and pocket protector. There's an alternate universe for you.

Where did you go to school that required a ferry ride, Sugar? I think that sounds like a great place to send my kid. Must have been harder to get into trouble there than, say, a quick bus ride from Boston like where I was.

If your ants are orderly, Cowpeach, you can wipe down their trail with ammonia, vinegar or window cleaner and they won't like going there anymore. Or of course you could have numerous ant traps all over the place like we do. I hate having them because I always think I'm going to find a cat playing with them, but so far they have left them alone.

I'm going to go think about 5 alternate lives.

I'm at work, so I'll be posting non stop again due to boredom. Trying to figure out a new surgery so I can take a vacation again. Just kiddin'.

It's so darn funny watching these guys around here try to avoid eye contact with my boobs. My ds finally broke the ice by saying "hey, my mom's got little boobs now!" which was much better than everyone trying to avoid the subject.

I'm envious of everyone's talk of sending their children off to college (university for you Canadians). Neither of my kids took that path, but hopefully they will still end up happy and self supporting.

We had an ant infestation a couple years ago. They were not the sweet orderly little ants who could be scared off with a little vinegar. These were monster ants, that required extermination and lots of nasty chemicals.

Kiwi! wouldn't it be wonderful if you came to Oregon to visit your friends and decided you never wanted to leave and we could be neighbors? You could play bunco. We could sit on the porch and drink margies. We could b*tch about the DH's together. What fun.

Lolo, I like to curse too, only because I don't very often and the shock value is something to behold. Like when DH was whining about the new and improved chest size and I told him if his f*ing back was hurting every f*ing day and night I would be happy for him and not be a whiney baby when it was finally fixed. He has a long way to go to get back in my good graces, can you tell?

OK, time to catch up on some work. Bleehh.

hi cows...

Give him ****, Wabby! Nothing like a few choice expletives to get 'em to sit up and take notice! I'm fond of cursing too. Though not as much as the cashier at the Stop n Shop yesterday, who carried on the filthiest conversation with another worker as I waited to write my check. A manager walked by and I thought, "Oh good, here comes trouble..." She didn't say a word. I am no prude, but there is a time a place for everything, including cursing....dammit.

Lohani...are you a Piney? Have you seen the Jersey Devil? South Jersey is a whole different world from North Jersey. I am somewhere in between...Monmouth County. Central coastal...we are close to Raritan Bay and Sandy Hook, which is the northern most tip of the Jersey Shore. It's not bad here, if you don't mind over-developed suburbia. We are close to everything...NYC, the shore, Philly...AND we have no refineries in our back yard...which is a good thing.

But I'd LOVE to move to Maine...can i come be your neighbor, Kiwi? We spent 2 weeks there last summer and I just fell in love with it. I want my own little cove to go kayaking in when the spirit moves me. We stayed in a house in South Harpswell, right on a pretty little cove...fabulous sunsets every night...ahhhhhh....we are going back next summer...call me, we'll do lunch....or maybe a folk festival...

I'm going to enjoy my freedom for a bit...getting used to it. My son is off to Great Adventure for a birthday party...I have the place to myself...what the **** am I doing inside hunched over the computer? I think I'll go do some dead heading...

...the petunias, of course, not Jerry Garcia~

Katycow, he's trying to make amends, but hey, he's a guy. What can I say?

So is it true that New Yorkers and Jerseyites all talk like truck drivers? We are so polite here, your grocery clerk story wouldn't happen here. The only problem is that where I shop they are the absolutely opposite, which is ok on days when I'm feeling perky, but some days when the clerk is sooooo flippin' cheerful I want to smack him when he say's "wellll-l-ll miss, how is your day going today?" I want to say "I'm not a Miss, buddy, haven't been in years. I'm a woman "of a certain age", a dark and menopausal woman who has to check every morning for chin hairs. Not that I ever would, because I like to carry on the fantasy that I could possibly be mistaken for a Miss.

I've called a cleaning service. They are coming tonight to give me an estimate for bi-monthly cleaning. DH was totally aghast when I told him they don't do dishes, laundry or pick up personal items. Apparently he thinks that's all there is to house cleaning. Supposedly this is for my recovery period, but once I get the cleaning ppl in the door, I'm not letting them go.

Whooo-hoo for you Sugar! It doesn't matter how you lose it, we can be miserable and look good just as easily as miserable and fat. And sweetie, you're too young for a midlife crisis. You're our sweet young thang. If you're having a midlfe crisis, well, that would make the rest of us ..... old.

Wabbit, you are certainly in high spirits for someone of a certain age -- glad you gave a bit of lip to DH for being such a poop. I'm sure he can't help it, but hey, this is not his recovery period.

Kat, I totally agree. Maine is the best. The coast is so gorgeous in the summer. Our area (inland--lakes, rivers, mountains and trees. Lots of trees) is great most of the year. I love the snow, I love the autumn, I love the cool summer nights and not too horribly hot (most years) summer days. Don't like the black flies and mosquitoes, but nowhere's perfect, eh?

Peaches, dear, your email address is not working!! I got back an Undeliverable message, so I sent another, and same thing happened. Did you change it?

Pete Sampras has officially retired. Bummer. Such a great smile.

Kiwi

Ants apparently secrete sticky smelly stuff that only they can feel/touch/smell... so If you wipe off the paths, they won't make a bee line to wherever they're going. I think boric acid is good too, but maybe that's for silver fish or roaches.....

I didn't protest the war.... I was toooooo sheltered and obedient. I missed most of the fun. Went to foreign films with guys who were so nerdy they didn't even try to kiss. (Well, mostly). And that was a big deal.

Congrats on those of you who lost.
I came home mid day and did a 45 minute workout. Yay for me.

Monmouth County is nice.

Off to TV/news/beddy bye.