WTF! Before I post the real post, (yes, there IS one), I need to know what the devil is up with my Comment Luv. I have tried everything I know and visited, (that incredibly user unfriendly), website numerous times, googled it, prayed on it, harassed my brother over and over again, asked the dog, used UNACCEPTABLE language, etc.
Every single time I comment on another person’s post, it gives “Enter Godzilla” as my latest post. It is stuck there.
What does Comment Luv have against Mardi Gras, people? Why can’t it want people to be able to see that I have a newer post about me dancing with John and getting hit on by Elvis at Mardi Gras?
Does Comment Luv hate me?
Is it not a fan of Elvis?
COULD THERE BE COMMUNISM INVOLVED!?
If you have the answer to these, (or any other questions I might have in the future), PLEASE TELL ME!
luv love you guys.
Little bratty baby brother, Cam has hooked up with Scribble on Everything to reproduce his phenomenally popular Periodic Table of Typefaces into a wall decal. Click on the pic of it at the Scribble website to see the different colors it comes in. I myself like the “chocolate brown”. Cam is going to be getting a little piece of the profits from the sale of them. Go! Buy! My nephew needs college fund money!
There are going to be other things in the works here soon also if the wall decals aren’t your style Among them posters and some nifty leather book jackets with the table printed across the entire thing.
I was sitting in the office, (a.k.a. riffraff room), when I overheard Henrietta talking to Tanya as she rolled her into the living room and, apparently, Ellen was on tv.
“You know, it’s such a shame she decided to become a lesbian… she was such a good actress.”
For a split second you could hear a pin drop as both Tanya and I digested this and then we just fell out and must have laughed and snickered for a good two minutes.
When I was on Twitter the other day I ran across a website I really like that Timebandit put up. He says he can’t take the credit for finding it since a friend of his in Seattle sent it to him. However he gets credit for it from me since I don’t know his friend in Seattle. Check it out!
Witchypoo over at Psychicgeek linked me up with Schmutzie, who was so inspiring I made a few vows to myself. Go read her post and watch the video on her site.
I’m thinking maybe I can stop trying so hard to write only light heartedly and get a little more gritty from time to time. At least I’m trying to convince myself that no one would run away screaming if I did more than just occasionally bitch and get pissy about things when they go wrong. I tend to rely too much on finding the humor in whatever situation I am plunged in. Cause, really? That’s not always possible. And then? I’m left with nothing to write about.
So now I guess you’re expecting me to be grateful for the fact that I live with two teenage girls and change the shitty diapers of a little old lady daily… Heh! Yeah. Blog fodder! 😉
The other night we went to Pizza Hut for, you guessed it, PIZZA. So I am sitting in the car because I looked like hell and was in a white tee shirt with no bra and shoeless. The homeless look is alive and well at chez Lopez. Anyway, John went in to get the pizza after a quick glance at me determined there was no way I was going to do it, and I noticed this poster in the window. Click it and notice it says that they have “Restaurant Quality Pasta”.
As opposed to…what? I mean I know Pizza Hut is not a 5 star establishment, but it’s not a hot dog cart either.
Next, we have a close up of John’s shirt with the little guy on the horse attempting to whack the invisible ball with a mallet. Only John managed to get a little something Chinese food wise on it at lunch and the horse in his particular version has, obviously, left a pile of poo behind.
What can I say… this amused me.
Remember this? Lisa’s kitchen and living room, ages ago when the remodel began? Well, here we have some update photos. Everything is just about done completely. She doesn’t have her art and pictures up on the walls yet in these shots, but I’m thinking maybe tomorrow or the next day I’ll get over there and we’ll do it. She also has some wooden shutters ordered to go up on the windows.
There is a beautiful oil painting that we found at a frame shop the other day to go over her fireplace. It will look totally different.
There’s not much else to say. John is off work again tomorrow. AGAIN. TWO TIMES THIS WEEK. Those people at his work who can’t seem to do without him may start to think he is having an affair… with his wife.
Oh well. 😉
It’s 4:45 AM and I can’t go back to sleep. John left for work earlier than usual today since he’s got a doctor’s appointment at 9:00.
John. Who would let a limb rot off his body before he would voluntarily go to the doctor has decided to go in and “check this thing out”.
John is a large man. He stands a bit over six feet tall and is quite broad shouldered and big statured. He was over weight at 250 lbs. But in the past, oh, 3 1/2 months he’s lost about 60 lbs.
We don’t know why.
He hasn’t been “dieting” at all. We eat healthy for the most part here at chez Lopez, but he has always just packed away the food. Let’s call it a “healthy” appetite, though I suppose that’s not entirely accurate. Anyway, best case scenario, he has miraculously had the metabolism of a teenager restored to him and everyone I know will hate him for it (and I will be a tad bitter myself).
Actually what I’m thinking has happened is he has developed a case of diabetes. He is urinating a bit more frequently and that, along with the weight loss makes me think that may be the case. Compared to all the other possible scenarios I can think of, this is something we can live with. He can get outfitted with whatever he needs today and I have no problems with jabbing him with a needle.
This is one of those times when I would dearly love to have some idea about his ancestors. Heredity would be so nice to know about, but he was adopted as a baby and we don’t really have any clue about his people. I don’t even think he’s Hispanic, at least not all. The girls keep telling him he’s an alien. Good guess.
Anyway, I’m not going to be able to sleep until he calls me and tells me that the doc has done a blood test and he’s just diabetic. At least that’s what I’m hoping happens.
Ok the latest debate/gossip around the coffee pot with the girlfriends and I is a touchy little question that has come up in one of our lives. I will not say who. Persecute Protect the innocent. Yeah. That’s what I’m all about. heh
Please chime in and leave your honest opinion, even if you have never commented before, PLEASE leave one this time. (I am trying to make you feel as if you owe me this. Is it working?) This whole debate really needs settling before any of us will just BE ABLE TO CHANGE THE DAMN SUBJECT ALREADY! Oops… was I shouting? I don’t want to scare you away, dear. Now just sit back down and relax. There, comfy? Good, now turn the phone off and pay close attention.
Here is question # 1 for expert consideration:
When a person of one sex text’s another person of the other sex every night and says, “I’m going to bed now. Good night. Sweet dreams.”, is that considered “pillow talk” or just being friendly?
Question # 2 is this:
When the person receiving the texts is a happily married individual, and of course the person doing the texting is not the spouse, is it inappropriate?
OK, ready? GO!