Yanti & Salty RidiculoSnarky Almost Intelligent-Charming Manatees PART 4 - Full (Page 64)

Me, clutching my Manatee mug and sucking tea out of it.

Mutti: Vot a nice mug!

Me: MINE.

Mutti: Is that an ice bear on it?

Me: It's a Manatee. And it's MINE.

Mutti: May I see it?

Me: No.

Mutti makes grumpy face.

Me: Oh, all right. [Handing it over] See, there's this wonderful group of triathletes I mentor online ... we mentor each other ... anyway, we call ourselves the Manatees, so they sent me a Manatee mug.

Mutti: Vau! Vot a vonderfool gift!

Me: [smiling through clenched teeth] Mine. [Trying to take it back]

Mutti holds on to mug very tightly, pretending to try to read the names on the back.

Here ensues a Tom-and-Jerry struggle, each of us holding part of the mug and trying to take it ...

We have a THING for mugs in my family. My favorite mug story is when this boyfriend of mine gave me and my mom these huge, thick, matching Tinkerbell mugs (she was visiting LA from Indonesia). This boyfriend later disappeared without a word or trace, and it turns out he'd decided to move in with his ex-wife without letting anybody (me, his housemates, his best friend, his mom, etc.) know. I took all his stuff that was at my house, including the Tinkerbell mug, and dumped it on his mom's porch (she lived across the street from me). I would have set it on fire, too, but I liked his mom.

When I returned to Jakarta for a visit, there was my grumpy old manly-man ex-military dad, drinking his coffee out of the Tinkerbell mug, which he'd stolen from my mom.

Me, clutching my Manatee mug and sucking tea out of it.

Mutti: Vot a nice mug!

Me: MINE.

Mutti: Is that an ice bear on it?

Me: It's a Manatee. And it's MINE.

Mutti: May I see it?

Me: No.

Mutti makes grumpy face.

Me: Oh, all right. [Handing it over] See, there's this wonderful group of triathletes I mentor online ... we mentor each other ... anyway, we call ourselves the Manatees, so they sent me a Manatee mug.

Mutti: Vau! Vot a vonderfool gift!

Me: [smiling through clenched teeth] Mine. [Trying to take it back]

Mutti holds on to mug very tightly, pretending to try to read the names on the back.

Here ensues a Tom-and-Jerry struggle, each of us holding part of the mug and trying to take it ...

We have a THING for mugs in my family. My favorite mug story is when this boyfriend of mine gave me and my mom these huge, thick, matching Tinkerbell mugs (she was visiting LA from Indonesia). This boyfriend later disappeared without a word or trace, and it turns out he'd decided to move in with his ex-wife without letting anybody (me, his housemates, his best friend, his mom, etc.) know. I took all his stuff that was at my house, including the Tinkerbell mug, and dumped it on his mom's porch (she lived across the street from me). I would have set it on fire, too, but I liked his mom.

When I returned to Jakarta for a visit, there was my grumpy old manly-man ex-military dad, drinking his coffee out of the Tinkerbell mug, which he'd stolen from my mom.

Me, clutching my Manatee mug and sucking tea out of it.

Mutti: Vot a nice mug!

Me: MINE.

Mutti: Is that an ice bear on it?

Me: It's a Manatee. And it's MINE.

Mutti: May I see it?

Me: No.

Mutti makes grumpy face.

Me: Oh, all right. [Handing it over] See, there's this wonderful group of triathletes I mentor online ... we mentor each other ... anyway, we call ourselves the Manatees, so they sent me a Manatee mug.

Mutti: Vau! Vot a vonderfool gift!

Me: [smiling through clenched teeth] Mine. [Trying to take it back]

Mutti holds on to mug very tightly, pretending to try to read the names on the back.

Here ensues a Tom-and-Jerry struggle, each of us holding part of the mug and trying to take it ...

I was sure this was going to end with the mug crashing to the floor or one of you escaping through a hole in the wall with the mug.

I made my debut on the NPR All Songs Considered Flickr page and my leg looks ripped LOL:

http://www.flickr.com/photos/lavid/7836807104/in/photostream/

Haaa haaaa haaa. I think I'm falling for Mutti!!!!!!  "Vau! Vot a vonderfool gift!" 

and Ice bear! ICE BEAR! I love it. 

I like the dramatic dumping of the ex's stuff, too. I kind of always wanted to do that but never really had the sort of breakup that warranted it. You could have drop-kicked the mug, shattering it in the driveway or something. "This Tinkerbell mug represents our relationship!!!" 

I made my debut on the NPR All Songs Considered Flickr page and my leg looks ripped LOL:

http://www.flickr.com/photos/lavid/7836807104/in/photostream/

Make no mistake, my mom's HAWT. She may be turning 79 soon, but she has truly flawless bewbs. Picture-perfect, perfect skin, perfect firmness, perfect everything looks-like-a-17-year-old's bewbs. Not that I've seen many 17-year-old bewbs lately ... uh ... never mind.

ANYWAY, she's definitely also a hoot. Ice bear, my azz. Her vision's fine; she just wanted to get a hold of that mug. But it is a very cute way of saying polar bear.

Most German accents are just awful, but hers is very singsongy and cute. More like Swedish than German.

Oh ... I didn't say I PLACED the mug on the porch. I dumped it. Mugs have a funny way of responding to dumping, you know.

He did call me a few weeks later to try and explain, except I didn't think "look, my ex-wife got a huge settlement and is sharing it with me" was a particularly good reason. I explained back that if he ever so much as LOOKED in my direction again, I would slice him open, rip his guts out, stomp on them and set them on fire like he did with my heart.

About a year later he showed up at a fundraising party I was throwing (AIDS Marathon) to which I'd issued tons of open invitations, and because we had a few mutual friends he'd gotten word. He came with his new girlfriend (not his ex-wife) and both of them were very gracious and generous, but I was laughing to myself much of the time since he very pointedly avoided any eye contact with me the whole time. HAHAHAHAHA!

I made my debut on the NPR All Songs Considered Flickr page and my leg looks ripped LOL:

http://www.flickr.com/photos/lavid/7836807104/in/photostream/

You must be the chick in the front wearing orange (as usual) and holding up a 7. DAMN, your bewbs are even bigger than I thought!

Wait, leg?

Hm, I was expecting more of a fight for your mom. Instead, you are almost pimping her out. Right on. 17 year old, 17 year old - Oh, is this the one I'm thinking of or a different one? 

Wow, the ex sounds like quite the catch. Nice work, Yanti   

7!!! You know it!

Yeah, I was blessed with some good bewb genes but sadly the running has taken em down a cup size.

I suppose he was marginally better than the one who called to say, "I can't see you anymore. I'm allergic to you." WINNER!

I'd pimp my mom out in a heartbeat. Who do you think is going to be paying the bills after my dad goes?

She's 16, actually. Time, it drags.

Her dad promised me a weeklong getaway in the nearly-deserted paradise islands if I actually manage to stagger across the finish line at IMWA. There is NOTHING so inspirational to me as the promise of piglets and free food; I'm getting across that line if I have to lose a leg to do it.

Aeroboobs are HAWT too.

Ehhhhhh that's a stretch.

Check out this one: http://www.flickr.com/photos/lavid/7838943112/in/set-72157631188910904

Another example of my tall friends in the front row and then J and I, hahaha

Not really. More than a mouthful isn't necessary, no?

Heh. You look like a Hobbit next to them. I could bury my face in their belly buttons!

What the hell is this tri-ath-a-lon you speak of?

I actually don't really know. 

You're kinda horrifyingly fast at them for not knowing what they are and not training for them.

I think my favorite misspelling of triathlon has been "triathong."

Finally going to get my bike into the shop tonight to fix my spoke and maybe have them throw on my new tires. I am going to see if they think my old tires are still good or not first.

I leave tomorrow to go work the Hood to Coast relay (in Portland) with PowerBar. It should be a lot of fun but reallllly crazy! Especially because midway through I have to come back to Seattle for a wedding. Wooooweeee!