web page address, so I grabbed one.
I’m still thinking about getting one, but I can’t quite decide which one I want, and exactly how I want it to look. Here are some possibles:
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So, the other night I was trying to explain something that I wanted – something computer-related – to Fred, and I swear to god he looked at me like I was speaking Chinese.
This conversation went on for at least ten minutes, and Fred would do something and then show me, and I’d be like “Um… yeah…” and he’d say “You don’t look happy”, and I’d say “Because that’s not what I was talking about!”
We finally got it figured out, though we about had to resort to line drawings and pantomime. It’s very frustrating when you’re dead certain that what you’re saying is making sense, and the person you’re talking to looks at you like they don’t have a clue what the hell you’re trying to say.
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It appears that some of you on the notify list just aren’t getting your notifies. I don’t know what the holy hell is going on with the notify list, but you might want to try un-subscribing and re-subscribing to the list (go
here for both of those – unsubscribe at the bottom of the page; if you don’t remember your password, you can have it emailed to you); sometimes that fixes it, for some unknown reason. If it still doesn’t work for you, try joining the Yahoogroups notify list, which is linked at the bottom,
here.
I’m sorry some of you are having problems with the notify list; it seems to act kind of flaky sometimes for no apparent reason.
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When we were in Gatlinburg (“JEEZUS, Doris, why the hell did you think I’d like this woman’s journal? ALL she does is babble about that redneck paradise in the mountains!”), we made our usual trip to The Pepper Palace so that Fred could pick up some hot sauce.
On a side note, I just flat-out don’t care for hot and spicy stuff. Even when Fred pulls his BULLSHIT “Oh, it’s not spicy at all, Bessie! It’s flavorful and fruity! Try it, you’ll like it!”, I hate it. It makes my mouth burn, WHICH I DO NOT LIKE, and it leaves a nasty-ass taste in my mouth.
And yet, knowing this, Fred has not given up his quest to force me to adore hot and spicy foods. Last night he held out a little bit of beef jerky for me to try, and I did, and THEN I found that it was hot and spicy beef jerky, and I ended up spending the entire evening burping up nasty spicy beef jerky AND IT SUCKED.
Anyway.
So we were in The Pepper Palace, and Fred was talking to the manager of the place. I saw some hot sauce, the name of which cracked me up, and I whipped out the camera to take a picture. The manager sidled up to me and said “We don’t allow pictures in here…”, and I apologized and put my camera away, and he told Fred some story about how someone had taken pictures of hot sauce and put them up on a web page and faked a webstore, and people thought it was run by the Pepper Palace people, and so they don’t allow photography.
I thought, but did not point out, that all I’d need to do was buy some of the sauce (which I did) and take a picture of it (which I will), and there was really nothing he could do to stop me if I had nefarious purposes in mind for the picture of the hot sauce (which I do not).
Then the manager turned and smiled politely at me. “Can I help you with anything?” he asked.
“Oh, she’s with me. They both are,” he said, gesturing to the spud and I.
“Well,” the manager said with a smile. “Aren’t you the lucky man -”
And I had to walk away, because I knew that “To be accompanied by two such beautiful women” or something similar was going to be the last part of that sentence, and PLEASE, I have NO PATIENCE for that ass-kissing bullshit. If I’d had to be witness to the end of that sentence, I would surely have rolled my eyes so hard they would have popped out of my head and bounced across the store.
There are men who can carry off a line like that without making me want to gag, but this guy wasn’t one of them.
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I just felt something on my foot and got freaked that it might be a SPIDER crawling up my LEG, and so I moved my foot frantically as I pushed my chair away from my desk, and as I flailed my foot around, I kicked Miz Poo, who gave me a wounded look and stomped away.
Apparently it was her tail on my foot that I felt.
Poor Miz Poo. I better go beg her forgiveness.
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In the month since she went off the steroids, Miz Poo has lost half a pound. Clearly she’s thrilled about it.
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For the record, readers, I don’t think the beef jerky from last night had anything to do with Miz Poo (the subject of the “next section”), but it’s possible I was really eating cat jerky and didn’t know it.
And it wasn’t hot AT ALL.
Shaddup. I forgot I was going to say something about beef jerky in the next section, foo.
HAHAHA Fred! Cat Jerky…EEEEWWWWW!
Robyn go with the first plate, I love the raised eyebrow , sooo like your LOOK ‘O DOOM 😉
Ed won’t eat anything that doesn’t LIGHT HIS ENTIRE FACE ON FIRE. Sometimes it drives me nuts. I’ll cook some dinner and maybe I’m particularly proud of its subtle yumminess and he DOUSES IT WITH FLAMING SAUCES. One night when he was coming home too late for all of us to eat together, I made him one of my big salads. I put a huge onion and a WHOLE HEAD OF GARLIC, plus a bunch of other hot things in the dressing I made. I took a tiny taste and nearly died of it. He said it was the best thing I’d ever made him.
I LOVE the first license plate, Robyn. It is so YOU! 🙂
I was all set to tell you to go with the third design, because the face is so cute and E’ggrr is larger… but Debby and Diane make a good point. It does look a lot like your Bad Ass expression. So basically my comment has been too wishy-washy to be much help.
Stay out of WI – you might just get Cat Jerky. For the record, Wisconsin DNR states that hunting cats will never be legal no matter what the damn Wisconsin Conservation Congress votes. BLW: My counties group voted NO!
I’m so embarrassed to be from Wisconsin these days. Bunch of no good hunting freaks. I do believe in hunting as long as you eat what you shoot. I’m sure that cat DOESN’T taste like chicken and I don’t want anyone to test it either!!!!!!!
I agree with the majority here that the first one is the best one. And Yay! Miz Poo! Thanks for the Poo fix.
God, Robyn, every time I see a close-up of Miz Poo’s face I just crack up. She has such an EXPRESSION. It’s hilarious!
Funny, last year you were talking about notify emails too…
I never liked anything hot and spicy until I met my husband. I had never had chips and salsa, never had Mexican food, none of it. Now that we live in Texas… well… I’m an addict. 😉
yeah, I think the first plate fits ya as well 🙂 miz poo looks like she’s giving the eye brow raise herself, must have gotten from her mom. heh
Yep, Bad-Ass Momma, Bad-Ass Poo!
Definitely the first one!. And forget the E’ggrr. It should simply say “Bad-Ass”!
Robyn,
Check out this cross stitch website:
http://www.subversivecrossstitch.com/
I swear cats tickle humans on purpose just because they can! The worst is when I’m sleeping soundly and I think there’s a bug on my face, but it’s my cat (curled up above my head, hogging most of the pillow) who has just turned her head and tickled me with her whisker. Gah!
Hi Robyn. Have you ever thought of using those cat pictures as cards? The picture of one cat in the foreground looking grumpy with one other cat in the background looking scared would be a great “I’m sorry for being so grumpy” card. I showed it to my husband and he laughed his head off. Just a thought. 🙂
Last night my cat, Ally, was curiously entranced by the space heater in our bathroom. Not thinking anything of it, I scooped her up and took her with me as I went into the living room. She became very vocal and wouldn’t shut up for the next 15 minutes! Later, I went back into the bathroom, moved the heater and I’ll be damned if there wasn’t a HUGE ASS black CENTIPEDE squirming around under it!!! Ewwwww! Maybe next time I’ll pay more attention to what she’s tryin to tell me! :^)
I nearly choked last night when I saw on the news about Wisconsin tryin to pass that law to SHOOT cats!!! What is this world coming to?
Go with the first license plate!
Hi Miz Poo! You’re so beautiful.
I like the first licence plate. Looks cool kind of like “I am up to something” which would fit with what you said about it.
Miz Poo is cutness.
not that this makes it any better, but there are other states that have the cat hunting thing (Minnesota and erm, I can’t remember the other). So while WI is definitely full of freaks, we’re not the ONLY freaks. The governer has nixed the idea by the way.
You might like something mild, but flavorful like:
two peeled/seeded mangos
two peeled/seeded papayas
a bell pepper
cilantro to taste (I like a whole bunch, but I lived in California a long time)
You food process them and eat it like salsa. I have, of course, used hot peppers in lieu of bell peppers, but my wimp friends liked it a lot with the sweet pepper or even a single seeded jalapeno.
“… I would surely have rolled my eyes so hard they would have popped out of my head and bounced across the store.” This had me laughing and snorting all over my keyboard.
Long time lurker, first time poster – I ADORE YOU! You always crack me up, or give me a smile.
While I’m here, I know I’m out of the norm, but I like “E’gar” better and I like number 1 license plate, it suits you. 😉 E’ggrr sounds like you’re growling, which given any particular moment, might suit you as well. 😉
Lynea in Seattle
Definately the first license plate! It looks just like you when you do your funny face!
Hi Robyn,
I’m not getting notified…again…aol sucks.
Thanks!
Is the pepper palace in that little wooden mall toward the end of the parkway? Me, the hub, and my brother went in there last summer. The two boys both tried some of that “hottest sauce in the world” or whatever on a pretzel stick, and then proceeded to snot and cry for about 20 minutes. It was hilarious. Well, for me, anyway. I wasn’t the one suffering.