If I were steenking rich and eccentric (when you got gobs of cash, you’re not “crazy”- you get upgraded to “eccentric”) I’d live in a lighthouse. That would be so jake. But not just any old used lighthouse, I’d build me up a new one. In, like, Wyoming or some place. I think that would be a good use for my monies.
I just have to offer a line from one of my favorite awful movies of all time, Hysterical, which has a guy who lives in a lighthouse:
“Evening! That’s one skinny home you’ve got there!”
Well … it makes me laugh, at least.
If you’re turned off by “country gravy” you certainly don’t want to know what “red eye gravy” is.
I didn’t know poutine had cheese curds in/on it. I just thought it was fries with gravy. Well, now it sounds worth trying!
My daughter loves lighthouses. She’d probably like to live in a lighthouse. She likes most everything to do with the ocean.
Today is Mr. Taters birthday. The lucky dog took the day off, but I had to come in to work. He’s talking about going to dinner at The Bayou, a cajun restaurant. I’m not sure we’ll be able to get a reservation though.
We have our General coming to visit today, so I had to be here. Bah! She probably won’t even come into my office. However, I did “tidy up” in case she does show up. I normally wear jeans on Fridays, but since we have our VIP coming, I felt it best to look professional. I’d rather be in my Levis though.
Hmm, I don’t have anything else to say at the moment. I need my Americano; I think I’ll go down and get one.
GOOD MORNING, MMP!!! I’m in a way good mood this morning! I have no earthly idea why. But it’s all Jake! Maybe, it’s cause it’s FRIDAY!!!
ems, you bought a brand new SUV cause it’s gettin on towards Winter and a brand new SUV in Wyoming in Winter is a good thing. Oh, and a new SUV IS shiney. 
zeli, are you sayin you oncet thought grits were crunchy? … BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! (Sorry)
At my age, my biscuits tend to look more like crullers That’s all I’m sayin about that. 
Mmmmm, butter tarts! 
(this is the drooly smiley, right?)
We have a lighthouse just down the road from us. No, he replies, we don’t live on the coast. This is it. I don’t think it’s big enough to live in, though, and the location’s not so great - busy intersection, lots of traffic, buses, tourists, etc.
For someone who took Monday and Tuesday off, I’m ridiculously excited that it’s Friday. Maybe because it’s also Jammie Night at my house–which means all my friends come over in their jammies and we watch tv. It’s more fun than it sounds.
Tomorrow, we’re all piling into the car for Hell’s Bachelorette Party, down in Atlantic City. I have given myself a strict budget. I’ve never been gambling before*****, and I know I have the potential to lose everything I own, if given the chance. And I have to convince myself before tomorrow night that watching Celebrity Poker Showdown does not qualify me to sit at the table with the big boys. I don’t understand craps, but it’s fun to say, and I might be able to get some strange cute guy to kiss the dice for me …
I’ll let you all know if I need bail money, or anything.
***** When I was twenty-one, a friend and I (Hell’s Bride, to be exact) drove to AC on a whim, smoked a joint in the parking lot of the Trump Tower, and then played video poker until we ran out of money, but I don’t think that counts.
Well they are GRITS…they certainly sound like they should be crunchy. But then i watched American Gothic and saw Caleb ask why someone was eating mashed potato for breakfast. so then i “knew” what they were. Then i found out i was totally wrong and it’s some kind of mushed corn. Oh well.
I may be launching my first ever pit thread tomorrow. You can all give me marks out of ten for it. I might not though - depends if my neighbour moves the coffin tonight.
I Want To Marry A Lighthouse Keeper
(by Eigen Erika)
I want to marry a lighthouse keeper
And keep him company.
I want to marry a lighthouse keeper
And live by the side of the sea.
I’ll polish his lamp by the light of day
So ships at night can find their way.
I want to marry a lighthouse keeper
Won’t that be okay!
We’ll take walks along the moonlight bay
Maybe find a treasure too.
I’d love living in a light house,
HOW 'BOUT YOU?
The dream of living in a lighthouse baby, every single day.
The dream of living in a lighthouse,
the white one by the bay.
So if you want to make my dreams come true,
You’ll be a lighthouse keeper too.
We could live in a lighthouse
The white one by the bay,hey hey.
Won’t that be okay.
Yada tada ta ta ta
And, tanookie was the Monopoly-stuff collector. As I recall, she had her bathroom decorated in it!
Well, I’m back. Went for surgery Wednesday morning and I was supposed to be discharged that afternoon but they decided to keep me in the hospital overnight to watch my airway. When I woke up I felt like I had gargled a ground glass/draino cocktail, my tongue didn’t hurt as much as my throat. Fortunately they gave me demerol so I slept for a while until late afternoon.
I decided to watch some TV but my TV didn’t work. I somehow communicated that to my nurse and someone came and fixed it later while I was zonked. The lady in the other bed in my room was alone in her house and had fallen and laid in her bathroom for 3 days until the neighbors noticed the newspapers piling up. So there was a lot of activity for a while with them keeping an eye on her and putting in an NG tube (got to hear all about that). But there were a few hours in the evening where it seemed like no one checked on us.
At one point I got suddenly nauseaus and managed to grab the basin just as I started puking. I upchucked several times and it was old blood. I actually wasn’t too concerned because
Because? Because what? The suspense is killing me!
(And I’m glad you’re feeling better! )
Wile? You still there? Everything okay? You just quit posting right in the middle…
Oops, hit submit button.
I wasn’ too concerned because I knew I had been swallowing blood and I know that makes you nauseaus. However, I buzzed the nurse while I was puking and knowing I couldn’t talk they called back on the intercom asking what I wanted. I tried to say “throwing up” but it turns out a nurse was in the room at the other bed and she called out she’d take care of it … well, 10 minutes later she comes over and says “oh, I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you”. Surely she heard me puking, what if I didn’t have the basin and had puked all over myself? Couldn’t she have walked a few feet to check? Then she gives me some painful shot for nausea.
She must have felt bad for ignoring me because she then came back several times during the night to wake me up whenever I managed to fall asleep. I had a pulse ox monitor on which shows my O2 saturation and heart rate, if she was concerned that I had choked on my own vomit the pulse ox would not shown I was in trouble so there was no point in waking me up.
Then it took forever for them to finally discharge me the next day. I had to ask for pain meds the next day because they didn’t seem to think I needed it. I just got liquid tylenol, which was fine by me because I didn’t want to be zorked on demerol, I just wanted to go home. They didn’t give me breakfast and then they decided if I could take some clear liquids I could go home after lunch. I managed to swallow some broth and jello so I got to go home yesterday but I slept off and on alot.
My boyfriend stayed with me last night but I’m on my own now. I don’t feel too bad, really. I’ve just been taking liquid tylenol because I don’t think I could swallow the darvocet horse pills they gave me. But I’m not too painful. It’s just sore when I eat or swallow. And I can’t talk, I’m not supposed to but I can’t really, it just sounds like “mmmmph mmmbmbmmll”.
Anyway, I just got a whiff of myself and I think I need a shower. I’ll post to ya later.
Ya had us skart there for a minute, wile! Glad you’re home and on the mend.
I’m glad you came through relatively okay. Stupid nurse. Feel better.
Ow ow ow ow I have cramps and the damn painkillers aren’t kicking in. Ow.
What is red-eye gravy, Lazy American Husband (**Ex[/b)]?
Yeah sure, ‘polishing’ so ‘ships’ can find their way. <snerk>
Poor Wile E, the checking out of the hospital is almost as annoying as the checking you every half hour thing. I think that’s the real reason they give out meds, so patients are too zonky to complain. I was once released at nearly four pm when I’d been scheduled for ten am. Since I was supposed to be gone, they didn’t feed me lunch and I was ready to start chewing on the furniture I was so hungry. Now that you’re home, the nursing staff should be much better and you can check out any time you like. Unless you live in Hotel California and then you can check out but never leave, kinda like the hospital, really.
It’s mexico’s independance day! Wahooooo! Well, not really wahoo, sort of more ‘oh yeah, umm good on ya, mexico’ Which is odd because the border is maybe a third of a mile from here, so you’d expect much fun time stuff. Tomorrow people are going to have a parade, but mainly to protest those Minute Man guys. I wonder if they’ll walk all the way to wal mart like they did when they celebrated cesar chavez day by protesting. What they were protesting that day has never been entirely clear.
I think maybe I will make biscuits for supper tonight, but I didn’t defrost any steak for with to make gravy. Defrosting in the microwave is never quite right for me and the food tastes microwave-defrosted.
Which reminds me that I want a baby barbecue (barbeque? bar-b-q?). Not one of those electric thingies, a real one but weensy. Hopefully in orange. Definitely not red, which is also what gravy should ever be, especially not red eye. Because making gravy out of eyes is just wrong and from diseased red eyes is even wronger.
Hey! HEY! Where’s swampy? He’s not gone yet, right?
**Lissla, ** you need to have a talk with your pain killers and motivate them to work faster. Plus chamomile tea. Chamomile tea fixes everything.
Well YOUR a one to talk! Barbecue-ing babies?? :eek: That makes eyes look positively wholesome.
I like this time of day cos i can just sort of surf the net and keep an eye on what i’m doing with work. Earlier in the day i have to use my eyes too much so i can’t surf. Actually, today i rather overdid myself so i’m basically having to pretend that i’m working while i surf otherwise i’ll never catch up with myself. It’s a hard life. I think that last comment might call for a happy orthodox jewish man cos i haven’t used one of those yet.
It’s great being new ;j
I don’t think I’ve ever used the happy Jew. And as a half-Jewish/half-Catholic-by-birth-but-pagan-by-choice (more commonly referred to as a “Jewliccan”), I should be entitled to it.
I have nothing to do this afternoon. I need to check on my orders at the end of the day, but until then, it’s Dope, then lunch, then more Dope, I think.