Agenda

[Sylphsyte]

The topic of the day is: Fun Sized

What the heck!?
It’s October and all of the candy companies are making the “fun sized” candies.
I am all for fun, and what kind of food is more fun then the sweetness of candy?
But you see…they are too small.
Fun things do not always come in small packages, they need to change what they call them.. I would name them “Travel Sized” because they are so small.
A little bit of candy is not fun for me.

What “Fun Sized” is for me is that BIG ‘ole giant Special Dark, the Largest one on the shelf, now THAT is fun.

They need to stop the cruel jokes, name the candy what they really are.

[Back]

LOL. Funny stuff. Reminds me of Andy Rooney.

[Sylphsyte]

Topic of right now is : Cravings

I bet that is if I was picky with food I wouldn't be awake in the middle of the night because I have a craving for something so simple, so yummy that I can taste it if I think about it. But I’m more tired then hungry and I am sure that I don't even have the makings for what I want...

I have been denied the only thing that is NOT in this freaking house... Canned Ravioli!

Oh well, I think I’ll just go to bed…

[Sylphsyte]

I'm at work... it's lunch time... so here it goes...


Complain! Complain! Complain!
Rant !Rant !Rant !
Vent !Vent !Vent !
Whine!
*Sigh*


done.
I feel better, now.


<changed the word Fell to Feel>

[Edited on 10-25-2004 by Sylphsyte]

[Sylphsyte]

Bad day, found out that I have to work longer on a project then I wanted to.
Bad weather, gonna have to curl up and watch alot of Anime when I get home.
No time, I forgot to read that stupid book for book club.. we meet on Sunday and I had 2 months to read the thing. Maybe I can read the beginning and end and fake it.
Thinking of making a list of every movie I own just so I don't buy doubles again... stupid stores don't take back movies if I open them, because of course I couldn't just rent it and copy it that way. right?

man, I love vanilla coke

[Sylphsyte]

What I had planned for my 45-minute lunch today:

1.) Go to store and pick up. Tissues, cold medicine, cat litter.

2.) Get coffee's for me plus three at D&D's

3.) Get back to work on time so I'm not in a rush and get talked to.

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What really happened on my 45-minute lunch brake:

1.) Went to store and took too long and getting distracted by things that I didn't need to buy, and end up talking too much with the cashier as I'm cashing out.

2.) Almost drove into curb because I was afraid a truck was gonna hit me, as it seemed to not know it was on the wrong side of the road

3.) Got to D&D's 10 minutes before I needed to be back at work and got everyone’s coffee... took too long chatting with the cashier.

4.) Almost drive into curb with car because a bug flew in the window and bounced off my face and scared me.

5.) Had to park farther away and got back to my desk 10 minutes late. Yeah.

[Sylphsyte]

There are some words I just love to say…
But I need an excuse to use them.
I want to use the word Discombobulated. (I'm wondering if I spelled that correctly, my spell check didn't bother with it)
Not because I feel this way, but because it’s just such a weird word!
The way it flows out of the mouth, the way is sounds out loud… Dis-com-bob-u-lat-ed.
I think I’m gonna try to use this word tomorrow.
I’ll let you know how it turns out

[Edited on 10-21-2004 by Sylphsyte]

[Sylphsyte]

Discombobulated :
It worked great, used is 5 times today.
I got some smiles, and my sister looked at me and said...
"Why do you keep using words I have to look up?"

My next word shall be!
uhm...
I'll think about it and get back to you.

[Sylphsyte]

I have come to the realization that I am addicted to coffee...I've even drank day old coffee left in the machine.
But the bad thing is that I'm not suppose to drink it in the first place. Super sensative to caffein is fun most times but when one cup keeps you up til 3 and you need to go to work at 5:30, it's kinda a bad thing.
So! I shall try to cut down on the stuff, we shall see how it goes. Or doesn't go

oh yeah.. my next word is Magniloquent

[Sylphsyte]

Had an interesting night.
I went out to eat with the husband and friends.
While I was in the "little girls room" washing my hands.
I notice this chick walk out of one of the stalls, fix her hair in the mirror and walk out!
I was like... EEeeewwww!

So I did what I do best and told everyone at my table what happened.
The best part was when we were leaving and we walked by her and her date's table...
I pointed right at her and said real loud, "That's the girl that didn't wash her hands in the restroom."

Classic

[Sylphsyte]

Had a hard time saying Magniloquent, my tongue got all turned...

Maybe this word will work out better, no idea how I'll slip this one into a conversation.

Rapscallion

[Latrinsorm]

Originally posted by Sylphsyte
Maybe this word will work out better, no idea how I'll slip this one into a conversation.

Rapscallion Just start a conversation about politics. It'll come naturally. :)

[Sylphsyte]

yeah, only thing is I try to never talk about politiics.
don't like my blood pressure to go up

[Sylphsyte]

Couldn't think of anything to post.. or any words to use at the moment.
So for those of you who love Turkey and will be needing pointers this coming thursday, here you go.

How to cook a Turkey

Step 1: Go buy a turkey
Step 2: Take a drink of whiskey (scotch) OR JD
Step 3: Put turkey in the oven
Step 4: Take another 2 drinks of whiskey
Step 5: Set the degree at 375 ovens
Step 6: Take 3 more whiskeys of drink
Step 7: Turn oven the on
Step 8: Take 4 whisks of drinky
Step 9: Turk the bastey
Step 10: Whiskey another bottle of get
Step 11: Stick a turkey in the thermometer
Step 12: Glass yourself a pour of whiskey
Step 13: Bake the whiskey for 4 hours
Step 14: Take the oven out of the turkey
Step 15: Take the oven out of the turkey
Step 16: Floor the turkey up off of the pick
Step 17: Turk the carvey
Step 18: Get yourself another scottle of botch
Step 19: Tet the sable and pour yourself a glass of turkey
Step 20: Bless the saying, pass and eat out

[Brattt8525]

:lol:

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LOL. I want to come over for dinner.

[Sylphsyte]

sure but you have to bring the JD

[Amberlei]

That'd be the tiiny "fun-sized" bottles of JD, right?

[Sylphsyte]

Don't get me started again on that!

[Sylphsyte]

Work

Bored...Bored...Bored...Bored...Bored...Bored...Bo red...Bored...Bored...and bored.

And I think there needs to be a special botton on the microwave at work, for the STUPID people that can't figure out what the POPCORN button with the picture of popcorn on it is for!...people who burn popcorn should be punched in the back of the head and made to wear said bag of popcorn around their neck all day so everyone knows who did it.

But, that's just what I think. And I think of such things when I am bored at work. Just be glad I'm not playing music tag with myself ok?

[Sylphsyte]

NOTE: I take no credit for writing this... I found it in an old folder and remembered when I gave my cat a bath for the first time. And yes, I do half of these things, ENJOY!

Some people say cats never have to be bathed. They say cats lick themselves clean. They say cats have a special enzyme of some sort in their saliva that works like new, improved Wisk - dislodging the dirt where it hides and whisking it away.
I've spent most of my life believing this folklore. Like most blind believers, I've been able to discount all the facts to the contrary, the kitty odors that lurk in the corners of the garage and dirt smudges that
cling to the throw rug by the fireplace.
The time comes, however, when a person must face reality: when they must look squarely in the face of massive public sentiment to the contrary and announce: "This cat smells like a port-a-potty on a hot day in Juarez." When that day arrives at your house, as it has in mine, I have some advice you might consider as you place your feline friend under your arm and head for the bathtub:
-- Know that although the cat has the advantage of quickness and lack of concern for human life, you have the advantage of strength.
Capitalize on that advantage by selecting the battlefield. Don't try to bathe him in an open area where he can force you to chase him. Pick a very small bathroom. If your bathroom is more than four feet square, I recommend that you get in the tub with the cat and close the sliding-glass doors as if you were about to take a shower. (A simple shower curtain will not do. A berserk cat can shred a three-ply rubber shower curtain quicker than a politician can shift positions.)
-- Know that a cat has claws and will not hesitate to remove all the skin from your body. Your advantage here is that you are smart and know how to dress to protect yourself. I recommend canvas overalls tucked
into high-top construction boots, a pair of steel-mesh gloves, an army helmet, a hockey face mask, and a long-sleeved flak jacket.
-- Prepare everything in advance. There is no time to go out for a towel when you have a cat digging a hole in your flak jacket. Draw the water. Make sure the bottle of kitty shampoo is inside the glass enclosure. Make sure the towel can be reached, even if you are lying on your back in the water.
-- Use the element of surprise. Pick up your cat nonchalantly, as if to simply carry him to his supper dish. (Cats will not usually notice your strange attire. They have little or no interest in fashion as a rule.
If he does notice your garb, calmly explain that you are taking part in a product testing experiment for J.C. Penney.)
-- Once you are inside the bathroom, speed is essential on survival. In a single liquid motion, shut the bathroom door, step into the tub enclosure, slide the glass door shut, dip the cat in the water and
squirt him with shampoo. You have begun one of the wildest 45 seconds of your life. Cats have no handles. Add the fact that he now has soapy fur, and the problem is radically compounded. Do not expect to hold on to him for more than two or three seconds at a time. When you have him, however, you must remember to give him another squirt of shampoo and rub like crazy. He'll then spring free and fall back into the water, thereby rinsing himself off. (The national record for cats is three latherings, so don't
expect too much.)
-- Next, the cat must be dried. Novice cat bathers always assume this part will be the most difficult, for humans generally are worn out at this point and the cat is just getting really determined. In fact, the
drying is simple compared to what you have just been through. That's because by now the cat is semi-permanently affixed to your right leg. You simply pop the drain plug with you foot, reach for your towel and wait. (Occasionally, however, the cat will end up clinging to the top of your army helmet. If this happens, the best thing you can do is to shake him loose and to encourage him toward your leg.) After all the water is drained from the tub, it is a simple matter to just reach down and dry the cat.
In a few days the cat will relax enough to be removed from your leg.
He will usually have nothing to say for about three weeks and will spend a lot of time sitting with his back to you. He might even become psychoceramic and develop the fixed stare of a plaster figurine.
You will be tempted to assume he is angry. This isn't usually the case. As a rule he is simply plotting ways to get through your defenses and injure you for life the next time you decide to give him a bath.
But at least now he smells a lot better.