Friday, July 15, 2005
Tidbits
I haven't posted this week because nothing much of general interest has been happening. I sell my books, (ooh, yesterday we sold a $100 one and a $150 one!) pack and mail my books, and putter around working on the big living room re-derangement project. Can you stand the excitement?
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It's bad enough to get those spam-calls from mortgage companies. But I've noticed lately that if I check the Caller ID record, I'm getting two or three in a row from some companies. At first I thought maybe that was how their dialer was programmed, but it seemed awfully inefficient. Then I realized a more likely scenario. Phone workers are calling up and getting the parrot. That's our answering service message that goes, "Rrrawk! Pretty caller! Pretty caller! Raaawk! Leave a message, get a cracker! PRETTY caller!!" and so on.
I think they are listening to that and leaning over to their buddy in the next cubicle and saying, "You gotta call this one...."
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Damaris made me laugh and laugh last night. She was telling me of all the trials she had to endure at her first day of Girl Scout Day Camp, being the rookie leader who all the more experienced ones pass the crummy tasks off to. "Everything is running so badly," she complained, "the way you know it wouldn't if *I* was in charge." It's such a Damaris thing to say. And no less endearingly egotistical just because it's perfectly true.
If it helps set the background, this is the child we started telling when she was six, "Honey, today's not your day to run the world...."
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MIke explained to us last night, after stuffing himself on the salmon we broiled for dinner, that he could not eat any salad, because he would 'splode'. And then went on to detail how that would result in body parts scattered all over the living room.
I think I might have to stop letting him watch either the Channel 7 News, or Cartoon Network.
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Speaking of Mike, I must remember to ask his orthodontist next week how it is that salmon, steak, pork chops and pizza do not get caught in Mike's braces, but other forms of food he doesn't like are such horrible braces magnets....
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It's bad enough to get those spam-calls from mortgage companies. But I've noticed lately that if I check the Caller ID record, I'm getting two or three in a row from some companies. At first I thought maybe that was how their dialer was programmed, but it seemed awfully inefficient. Then I realized a more likely scenario. Phone workers are calling up and getting the parrot. That's our answering service message that goes, "Rrrawk! Pretty caller! Pretty caller! Raaawk! Leave a message, get a cracker! PRETTY caller!!" and so on.
I think they are listening to that and leaning over to their buddy in the next cubicle and saying, "You gotta call this one...."
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Damaris made me laugh and laugh last night. She was telling me of all the trials she had to endure at her first day of Girl Scout Day Camp, being the rookie leader who all the more experienced ones pass the crummy tasks off to. "Everything is running so badly," she complained, "the way you know it wouldn't if *I* was in charge." It's such a Damaris thing to say. And no less endearingly egotistical just because it's perfectly true.
If it helps set the background, this is the child we started telling when she was six, "Honey, today's not your day to run the world...."
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MIke explained to us last night, after stuffing himself on the salmon we broiled for dinner, that he could not eat any salad, because he would 'splode'. And then went on to detail how that would result in body parts scattered all over the living room.
I think I might have to stop letting him watch either the Channel 7 News, or Cartoon Network.
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Speaking of Mike, I must remember to ask his orthodontist next week how it is that salmon, steak, pork chops and pizza do not get caught in Mike's braces, but other forms of food he doesn't like are such horrible braces magnets....
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