Mamamontezz's Mental Rumpus Room

Time for a little Housekeeping

Ah, you know how good it feels when a visitor packs his bags and bids you farewell on his way out the front door?

Sure, it was fun having them around for their visit, but after a while you know that they are itchy to be back home, almost as itchy as you are for them to be back home. It doesn't mean you don't love them or want to be around with them, but you just kinda want to revert back to some of the old habits that you have hidden away during their visit. Stuff like blogging in your underwear after work until the wee hours of the morning, or dancing naked to some embarassingly silly disco tune after your shower while getting ready for work each day...

Well, that's kind of how I feel right now.

The Spousal Unit, Delftsman3, has finally signed the lease at his new Munuvian digs, picked up his keys and after an early morning round of painting, furniture moving and unpacking he has bid the Rumpus Room good-bye and has taken posession of his new home.

So for all of you who missed his posts, including the things that I, as a nice little old lady and Homespun kinda gal just couldn't let him post here, set your bookmarks and update your links for Delftsman3's new site and then go visit. He's all excited about it and wants to show off the view of the clothing optional pool area just outside his bedroom window.

Did I mention that his place is in a singles complex filled with Danish flight attendants and lonely, childless divorcees? I think he'll have fun there.

Misha

Our most Illustrious Emperor Misha 1 has sent out the word, and the word is HELP.

I know what a blow to his pride it must have been to have to request this help, but I feel confident that the blogging community can dig deep into their collective pockets and help a true friend in need.

I have been in the Emperor's shoes and know the devastation that his situation can cause; please,if you have a little to spare , put it in the Imperial tip jar.

It behooves us to come to the aid of one of our own in need, if everyone can pitch in just a little, it can mean all the difference.

Joke of the day

Marty wakes up at home with a huge hangover. He forces himself to open his
eyes, and the first thing he sees is a couple of aspirins and a glass of water
on the side table. He sits down and sees his clothing in front of him, all
clean and pressed. Marty looks around the room and sees that it is in perfect
order, spotless, clean. So is the rest of the house. He takes the aspirins and
notices a note on the table

"Honey, breakfast is on the stove, I left early to go shopping. Love you."

So he goes to the kitchen and sure enough there is a hot breakfast and the
morning newspaper. His son is also at the table, eating. Marty asks, "Son, what
happened last night?" His son says, "Well, you came home after 3 A.M., drunk
and delirious. Broke some furniture, puked in the hallway, and gave yourself a
black eye when you stumbled into the door." Confused, Marty asks, "So, why is
everything in order and so clean, and breakfast is on the table waiting for
me?" His son replies, "Oh that! Mom dragged you to the bedroom, and when she tried to take your pants off, you said, "Lady, leave me alone, I'm married!"

A self-induced hangover - $100.00
Broken furniture - $200.00
Breakfast - $10.00
Saying the right thing - priceless

How to Make People Happy

Democrats!, Gotta wonder about them....

Bill, Hillary and Kerry are flying on Kerry's wife's private jet.

Bill looks at Hillary, chuckles and says, "You know, I could throw a $100.00 bill out the window right now and make somebody very happy."

Hillary shrugs her shoulders and says, "Well, I could throw ten $10.00 bills out the window and make 10 people very happy."

Kerry says, "Of course then, I could throw one-hundred $1.00 bills out the window and make a hundred people very happy."

The pilot rolls his eyes, looks at all of them and says to his co-pilot, "Such Bigshots back there..... I could throw all of them out the window and make millions happy."

Roll that Plane!!

Soon, grasshopper. Soon.

The Blogson and I have been working on something and we'll be announcing/unveiling it shortly. So be patient with the slow posts. This is kind of a "near and dear to our hearts" project that will take a bit of time.

In the meantime, go over to SteynOnline and read. They put up my John and T'rayza song parody the other night and I'm just tickled pink.

Hopefully I'll get Jack's awesome post up this morning, too. Keep checking.

Go read. Take the kids to church. Have a good breakfast. Enjoy your Sunday.

Whew!

First coat of paint is up and it's beginning to look like home. But you know, I really need to find a suitable piece of art for above the couch. That big macrame knotted thingy is retro, and that's cool, but it has seen better days. It's time to send this one to Brini Maxwell.

Gosh, I just love Brini. Martha Stewart with an acknowledged Y chromosome, and nice about it, too. A queen without being a Diva.

Now if I could just nab some of those wonderful pieces off the set of her Style Network show... Hmmm...

Well, Isn't this nice?

Well, I've walked about and looked in all the closets and it looks good. And the appliances are better than I expected. Kinda like that dishwasher.

Now, I have pets. That shouldn't be a problem. They're well trained and well behaved.

No, none of them blogs, although Pandora has been giving it some thought. She was exposed to it when she lived in Seattle with her mom, and now that she's with me, she see's it when I blog and when the Spousal Unit blogs. But we can't afford a touch screen, and with no opposable thumbs it's a bitch for a canine blogger. (get it? bitch for a... nevermind)

Now, as long as I agree to put things back the way they are now if I ever leave, I can pretty much decorate any way I want. I mean, no Haitian love swings, or velvet Elvis paintings, but I have a pretty free rein with color and accesories? Cool.

Oh, I promise not to play the stereo too loudly, unless I'm listening to Dark Side of the Moon. No, I don't subscribe to anything in a plain brown wrapper. If I want something like that, I go to the store and just buy it.

Yes I think I'm going to like it here just fine. If you see a Lowes truck in the drive, he'll be delivering paint and rugs.

And thanks again for the invitation. Looks like it's going to be a good fit.