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Saturday, July 10, 2004
Is it just me, or does everyone own six pairs of thongs? The ones that go on your feet, that is.
I would like to thank the older gentleman who helped the furniture store clerk carry my new white rattan dresser from the store to my BIG ASS SUBURBAN. I would also like to remind that same older gentleman that it's not nice to talk shit about other people's BIG ASS GAS GUZZLING BLAH BLAH BLAH vehicles right in front of their face. And since you "hate those damned cars", I'll just have to run you over. Slightly kidding, of course.
LIFE IS FUNNY
Mr. B has a favorite part of a video where all of the drivers around town introduce themselves, and they are all conveniently named DAVE. As in, "Hi I'm trucker Dave, and I'm firefighter Dave, and I'm policeman Dave", and so on. He plays it over and over and over.
Mr. B is also infatuated with our mailman and his mail truck, which is amazingly parked in front of our very house every day while he delivers the mail. Well, would you believe that we met our mailman on Thursday, and well, you guessed it! He introduced himself as "Mailman DAVE". Man, what luck! Mr. B played it cool when he said "Bye Mailman Dave", although I could tell he was secretly thrilled at the news. It seems that all the favorite folks in his life these days are named DAVE.
Especially that guy up in G-town, aka Grandpa DAVE.
Lucky little fellow, Mr. B is.
Thursday, July 08, 2004
Bumper Sticker of the Day: "No one died when Clinton lied"
Our old furniture has been moved to the storage unit. Our new furniture won't be delivered until tomorrow evening. We have no place to sit, except the floor. The floor is too hard to sit on, so we are relegated to sitting at the computer, lying in bed, sitting outside, or inhabiting Mr. B's bedroom, which can be hazardous to one's health. Perhaps I should drive somewhere in my extra-large, bad ass vehicle. Hmmm.
Tuesday, July 06, 2004
STUPID, STUPID
Blogger is driving me nuts. It isn't printing my posts, and yesterday was the WORST day of all. I posted about six posts and NONE ever showed up on my blog. Not that anything else about yesterday was any better. Started with a dead car battery, then the cat threw up. Mr. B could not get out of bed so we could go to the gym, and when I went to withdraw from my checking account, I only had $2. Went to the car wash, which took exactly 58 long minutes to get my car done, and the battery was dead once again! No more boring details . . . . suffice it to say that if this actually posts, today will be absolutely smashing, my darlings.
Ciao!
Monday, July 05, 2004
YUMMERS!
Today I decided to bake my first ever blueberry pie. After fumbling through the recipe (and crossing my fingers, toes, and eyes), I put that baby in the oven and let her bake.
And. . . . . . . . .
VOILA! C-note took the taste test, and well, he had two pieces later he declard it a success. Everyone should have homemade blueberry pie on the 4th of July, don't ya think?
Sunday, July 04, 2004
Years ago when we lived on Friends Street, I always wanted to see the Fourth of July parade in our town. We were always in Idaho at this time of year, so I missed it. Well, guess what. I saw it this year and it was FANTABULOUS!
I coerced C-note into accompanying me to Sunset Saturday evening to scope out a spot to place our beach chairs. Perfect! Right in front of China Panda. Mr. B and I walked on down this afternoon (C-note wanted nothing to do with it), and plopped ourselves down.
The parade began with four para-gliders dropping in after jumping from a propeller plane, right on the intersection marked with the big X. Well done!
Following were the usual: Oom Pa Pa Band, US Marine Corps. Flag Bearers, many marching bands, Mr. and Miss Palisades in a convertible, many, many, many Scottish bagpiping bands, the Santa Monica Mounted Police, and even the Mandarin Drum and Bugle Corps. from Sacramento, CA! And of course our Honorary Mayor Steve Guttenberg!
Mr. B had one comment which he professed about 17 million times: "Hip Hip Hooray"
Absolutely.
Last night, as C-note and I were watching our Eddie Izzard DVD, we were startled by a small geen invader who wandered into our living room. Was it:
a) a grasshopper
b) an alien just off his UFO
c) a leprochaun
d) Mr. B covered in green magic marker
Obvious, right?
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