August 31st, 2007
J: do you know[two girls]?
G: no
J: dr. [name] (sp?) just called & said there’s an amber alert out for them
G: oh man!!!!
G: do they go there? I mean they’re locals?
J: Oh…
J: no.
J: apparently they were supposed to be headed to [our]County & the police are looking for them.
G: oh, LOL. Okay. I’m thinking they’re some kids I should know
J: yeah, me too. sorry!
G: I can’t even find them on the web sites (Amber Alerts) just *in case* I saw them.
J: hmm… well, [other boss] said that it may not be an official Amber Alert but the police are looking for them.
G: there really needs to be better shows on in the mornings
G: Today Show: Tony Orlando.
G: Regis & Kelly: Reruns
J: ugh
G: KKITM: reruns
G: stupid shows on fox
J: maybe you should just sleep later?
G: Judge Mathis
G: MAN, I WOULD. If those damn kids would just quietly get themselves ready for school and make breakfast
J: LOL!
G: the Hip Hop Abs informercial is on
G: I should get up and do that
J: go for it!
J: lol!
G: no I looked like a fool. Even all alone I know I looked like a fool.
J: lol!
G: last night we were in the basement getting Boy1 a sax for band
G: and there were some weights in there….just the little one piece weights. I was teasing Vince, “Were these yours?” and acting stupid and pumping them.
G: They were so heavy. I can barely move my right arm.
G: I think I need them myself.
J: um, if you’re playing yourself in a tv show, does that really count as acting?
G: I woke up wondering why my arm hurt so bad.
J: i need to work out with weights to get my arms toned up.
G: I wouldn’t think it should count.
G: Well Ihave some but they’re too light
G: Obviously I need those.
J: so, my little widget thing tells me that the moon is out and it is 64 outside.
G: I wish
G: Hey, here’s how to make your own bubble mailers…http://thisis.notarobot.net/2007/08/make-your-own-bubble-mailers.html Just in case you’re bored or run out.
J: yeah, we should do that during the off season to sell in the shop
J: so, i have an eye appt. on wednesday. now i won’t have to lie. compeletely.
G: LOL
G: perfect
J: i HATE the fact that i have to put my flippin name on ANYTHING around here I’d like to keep!!!!!
G: I’ll get you a label maker
G: You can label everything
J: i ought to go around to every teacher’s desk and take something from them.
G: that’ll teach them! Go for it!!!
G: So last night at about 11 my cell rang
G: it was an [555] area code
G: didn’t answer
G: rings again
G: didn’t answer
G: rings again
G: answer
G: I think it was Sasha…but drunker
G: OMG, she was trying to argue that this was someone else’s number
G: I couldn’t understand 90% of what she said
G: “How long have you had this number????” “Who IS this?” “Did you take her number?”
J: LOL!
G: what reminded me [lady] put my cell # is [not my #] as my cell # on the soccer stuff
G: so someone’s getting soccer calls I bet
J: oh, that’s nice…
G: I’m guessing it may be someone she knows and she just typed it in. LIke when I’m trying to type in mine I type in yours
J: my widgit gidget weather gadget thing still tells me that it’s night time.
G: Must be running on my Windows clock
J: must be
G: Okay, we have like 2 weeks to do the makeover thing. We need to make a date to do that.
G: I wanna go to New York
G: Man, my tubes were clogged
J: really?
G: well, I got here and it says I was connected but couldn’t log in or get mail or anything
G: so I unplugged everything, straightened cords and shook the clogs out
J: lol! well at least you knew how to handle it! someone less smart than us would have freaked out.
G: well I panicked a tiny bit that the internets were down alltogether.
G: of course I was running late and FedEx was here waiting
G: what’s for lunch??
J: man, i dunno, but i’m hungry. i wish there was someplace around here to just get a cheeseburger.
J: one of the kids came in to borrow my 3 hole hole punch and I made him raise his right hand and solmnly swear to return it.
G: I’d take something of his as colateral
J: oh, i should have! i didn’t think of that.
J: i’m getting a headache. back to lunch….
G: k
J: tuna kinda sounds good
G: um, okay.
G: do they have chicken & dumplings today?
J: i think so!
G: hmm
J: does something else sound good?
G: not really but I just had tuna the other day so I was trying to think of something different from there
J: hmmm… yeah, friday is chicken & dumpling day.
G: eh, I’ll just have tuna. I’m not in a soupy mood either
G: I just had a bee land on my computer screen and a picture of a flower was on the screne
G: screen
G: just as I started to snap a pic it flew away.
[J, G, & J's mom have lunch. G diagnoses J with the Mumps]
J: where’d you go?
G: Okay,seriously, i think you had the mumps http://www.wrongdiagnosis.com/m/mumps/symptoms.htm
J: well, all except for the testicular swelling I’m thinking you might be right!
G: seriously! Is that you or what? Why didn’t I go to med school???
G: I mean you should’ve been immunized against them but [SIL] got them.
J: yep. that’s every one of my symptoms.
G: tada!
G: well see, if I wasn’t afraid of your cooties, I’d have come examined you closer. Not that there’s anything you can do about it.
J: lol! well, and remember my fever/chills started that friday night of the ghost tour
G: yep
J: i think you’re on to something Dr.G
G: Vince’s here using my wifi
G: and he doesn’t want your cooties
J: well i don’t want his either!
G: he made sure that wasn’t your bottle of water he drank from or your chair he sat in. LOL
J: tell him i just coughed into my keyboard so they’ll be there in a few
G: I’m not sure why he wasn’t impressed that I diagnosed you though
G: LOL
J
[G tells J about e-mails with editor of magazine she's going to be in]
G: I know, except I’m gonna freak about the interview. LOL.
G: I’ve got to write down a bunch of intersting things about myself.
J: oh, you’ll do great!
G: I’ll have to do affirmations
J: lol
G: Speak Slowly, don’t giggle, don’t say effing.
J: LOL!
G: or “fixin’ to”
G: you know I say that now because of you
J: you read Ree’s thing about the bus tour, didn’t you? I thought of you!
J: Me?
G: Yes! LOL. I loved that
G: Fixin’ to. yes
J: hmm…
G: you say, “I’m fixin to leave”
J: yeah, i guess i do say that a bit.
G: LOL
G: I used to hate ya’ll too. now I say it all the time.
G: Is [guy] [doctor's] husband?
J: yes
G: he’s doing the Fantasy Football too
G: Vince sent me an e-mail to print
G: [name, name, name]
J: who all, where all, how all??? i guess women have bunco, men have fantasy football.
G: I know. I guess
G: I’m gonna e-mail [wife] and see what they’ll be doing at this time!
J: so, any guess as to why my computer will not print these two specific pages I want printed? it will print anything else I send to it. just not these.
G: it hates you
G: it’s possesed by Lucifer?
J: could be.
G: what are they?
G: I mean web site? Word? PDF?
J: it’s my tape & CD labels. they are on a Word doc.
G:
J: i know.
G: you can e-mail it to me and I’ll see if I can print one
J: the thing is, it printed them earlier, then just stopped.
J: okay. i’ll do that.
J: okay. it won’t even print on my big machine. UGH.
G: okay, let me try
G: well, it prints no problem, but the [name] line is cut off
J: that is so weird.
G: it just needs the text box drug down a bit
J: i’m going to do some experimentations….
G: There’s a printer trouble shooter somewhere in Windows
G: just go to sTart> Printers & Faxes and it should be on there
J: okay. this is twice i’ve been messing with this same document and windows has had to close down.
G: it’s the devil then
J: yep
J: i am going to sound like the biggest baby in the world, but I don’t want my mom to go home!
G: does she wipe you too?
G: ![]()
G: sorry, I know.
G: are you not speaking to me now? I was joking.
G: *giggle*
G: *bats eyes*
J: when did you send all that???
J: i was waiting for your smart response!
G: Uh
G: LOL
G: right after
G: and then you never replied
G: so ithought you were off pouting.
J: my tubes must have some smallish clogs.
G: Must
G: just a slow drain
J: i wish i had a chocolate doughnut with sprinkles.
G: K, I’m going to get the boys. BBL
G: OMG, [someone]……
G: she got tickets to a concert for her and her dh……
G: hold on to your panties……
G: KENNY FREAKIN G
J: AWESOME!!!!
G: No lie.
G: speaking of. Dog hates Boy1’s saxophone.
J: um, can you blame him?
J: *giggle*
G: LOL.
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