Oy vavoy. Sounds tedious.
Wow, truth is stranger than fiction! (along with some people’s idea of Real)
Leaving the keyboard?!! :eek: Oh the horror! That’s real life, huh? Good luck with that! 
And have a fantabulous 2008! 
I once went outside. True story.
Very cool OP FCM. Even though I did post an MMP last year on my slow dialup, someone got antsy and posted a fill in OP, I still think I ought to get a half a credit.
It’s three minutes until midnight, so…HAPPY NEW YEAR MMPERS!!!
Now that it’s past midnight the big firecracker, along with rifles, shotguns, even flare guns are going off. Pomeranians believe that we are under attack. Fun.
I watched the Fat Camp episode of South Park, then turned the TV off and went to sleep. No cereal even. Woohoo!
And I started the new year by sleeping in (for me) till about 6:30. I let the canines out to do their business, and it appears Bernie has decided to go walkabout. Stoopit dog. So the garage door is open and the garage light is on, and I hope she walks her ass back here soon. Looks like it’s back to the leash again. Stoopit dog.
I don’t think we have any plans for the day. I’ve got to mail out a couple of bills - we’re finally getting the medical bills from FCD’s surgery (in Sept??) so I intend to have them in the mailbox in the morning. And I need to run to the pharmacy to pick up my med refills. But that looks to be the extent of it.
Aaaaaaand, stoopit dog is back. I opened the blind on the window next to me and saw her mosey across the driveway. So all is back to more or less normal in our animal kingdom.
Now, who made the resolution to keep the confetti swept up in here? You’ve got a lot of work to start the new year.
Happy New Year, my little mumpers!
Wow - y’all have been a prolific bunch since yesterday! I haven’t got caught up yet. We were kinda busy yesterday. We went to the mall and returned/exchanged some Christmas gifts. I exchanged my bracelet for something truly gorgeous. I love it.
We got home from shopping and found that little Ernie was still coughing and gagging and acting like he was gonna hurl. This had been going on since 4:00 am, and it just wouldn’t stop. So we called the vets office, but they were closing for the day and they gave us the name of an emergency vet. Took him in and he wouldn’t cough, not one time! The vet pressed on his throat little and he coughed - one tiny little cough. As soon as we left he started coughing again! Turns out he has kennel cough. I didn’t know they were supposed to get vaccinated every 6 months. :eek: I’m a bad mommy. He could infect the others, too. He probably got it from the dog park. So he’s on two medicines, one of which makes him a sleepy puppy. I give meds every twelve hours - but this morning Lucy stole one! I put them in cheese, and it was WAAAY early, and I didn’t pay attention. Crap! So, not knowing which one Lucy took, I decided that Ernie missing one pill will be ok, and Lucy taking one pill will be ok. What can I do?
Mr Rebo fell asleep around 8:00 in his chair. I made it to 11:30, then we both went to bed. Oh, and my son came over to pay the rent and joined us for a lovely dinner of Chicken Fried Steak and mashed potatoes. 'Twas a good thing, since I made TONS. Only two pieces survived for leftovers, out of maybe 14-16. Mmm.
We’re having prime rib for dinner today, with scalloped potatoes, black eyed peas (o’course) and fartblossoms as Swampy calls them. We like brussel sprouts! We don’t like greens. Blech.
Ok - off to surf a bit. MWAH!
HAPPY NEW YEAR !!!
I was gonna post just after midnight but didn’t. Not that I was drunk and stuff, just didn’t. Matter of fact, I had two beerverages and two glasses of champagne last night. We went to bed at 12:30 even. I’m the only one up right now cause I need to get some stuff done in a bit.
Moooooom JoeDawg and daddy do not live next door. Bear the poodle lives next door. Oh and JoeDawg is also up. I took him out for his mornin’ toilette and have enforced couch and treat discipline. Just because it’s a holiday, there’s no call to spoil him, after all.
BioTigs glad y’all didn’t get hurt. Thing is, it coulda been a drunk driver or just your regular type a**hole driver. This day and time it’s hard to tell, ain’t it!
Ok, caffienation in progress. Purtification and dinner prep to follow shortly.
Later Y’all!
Good morning and a Happy New Year to all! I actually made it up past midnight (well, I had fallen asleep but awakened just in time - 11:59 PM - to watch the ball drop in Times Square), then I slept until 7:30 AM, which is late for me. I don’t know what to make of Dick Clark - I guess he’s doing as well as he can; it seemed like he had on -a lot- of stage make-up, though, and his speech is still hard to understand at times. Gotta give him credit, though, for wanting to continue doing what he loves!
Last night we had country style ribs cooked in the crock pot, black-eyed peas, rice, and collards. I also made a yellow cake (mix) with mocha frosting (home-made)–the cake is delicious! There is just no comparison of home-made frosting to what comes in the can, imho. I’ve got lots of appetizer type stuff to nibble on today, plus there is leftover from last night.
What a cute pic of you and hubby, Dotty! And that is a beautiful bracelet, Rebo. We did not hear any fireworks or gunshots last night, fortunately; I can just imagine Kaiwik’s Poms going wild over them; hope they calmed down soon enough, Kai! I hope Ernie will recover soon, Rebo and glad to hear that Bernie returned from walkabout okay, FCM–hah, she’s got the wanderlust, I guess.
I’m a fixing to watch a couple of parades today, and will also try to sneak in (LOL) a few naps. Wish I was at Swampy’s for his all-day party, though.
Again, Happy 2008 all!
yay! Now I apparently have two nicknames! I think I was Puppet before I left, and I’ve noticed I’ve been christened Sock-Child. And last night, I watched no South Park and ate no cereal. Though I did make brownies. They were good, but next time I think I’ll leave out the chocolate chips… MMmmmm… brownies…
And to think I was goin’ for plain ol’ Cap’n.
Purtification has taken place. Soon chicken fryin’ will begin cause there’s a lot of it and I can keep it warm. I’m fryin’ up boneless skinless chicken boobs which I cut into strips and a buncha chicken laigs. Also, warmin’ up of collards and peas must be accomplished along with cookin’ of rice and cornbread but those are no big thing.
Everyone else who’s in da cave is in the process of purtification. The bloody mary man will be here around ten-thirty. YAY! He makes the best mix evah! Snackies are ready (compliments of JoeDawg Daddy and Patner) and festivatin’ shall commence shortly. Others will arrive around elevenish with dindin at oneish.
Ok, off to get the daid bird to cookin’.
Later Y’all!
I made it to the grocery store last night with no incident. The crazys must have left but there were lots of hawt men in there buying alcohol.
I came home to find my internet wasn’t working grrrrrr.
And I have also come down with Teh Sick! I started with the scratchy throat in the grocery store and the chills set in after I got home. I was in bed at 8PM. I am a wild woman! Currently up still in my jammies contemplating coffee and breakfast. My heat is blasting right now as I am freezing.
I feel a nap in my near future…
Happy New Year everyone
I like Captain Socks more than Captain Morgan. That says a lot kiddo.
Happy 2008 everyone, may we says the same in 2009.
I’m grumpy for the new year. I will go away and come back when I am happier. I need more sleep–cannot get to sleep the past few days…
Happy Tuesday, all. (figured I’d start small and work up).
The bearer of Bloody Mary’s has arrived. Let the festivities begin!
Chicken fryin’ about to commence also.
Hey, **swampy ** - got a question for you. This morning when we stopped at Target, **FCD ** parked his Crossfire next to a white Crossfire. After observing that the black version looked better than the white version, my sweetie declared that while not all gay men drive white sports cars, anyone who drives a white sports car is gay. Since you’re our resident authority on all things faaaaaaaaabulous and stuff, I knew you’d tell me true.
He keeps telling me all these “car rules” - I’m guessing it’s a guy thing, and I just smile and nod…
We’re breakfasted, and I picked up my meds on the way home. I’m about to dig into the pile of papers on the desk, ferret out the bills, and start of the new year by writing a buncha checks. Then I’m going to purge my closet and dresser of unworn (at least recently) clothing to add to the Goodwill bag. My final chores will involve hemming a pair of my sweetie’s jeans and replacing the pockets in his second-favorite leather jacket.
I should probably thaw something for supper, too - we’re about out of leftovers.
oh. my. gawd. That has to have been the worst NYE party ever. Usually some of her friends from work are there, and his brother, and there are different people to talk to. But it was just 7 of us. 7 of us who see each other several times a month. She’s a good hostess and offered up some nice munchies. Their tree is always very pretty - very eclectic. But how many times can you tell each other the same stories over and over. Fortunately, one friend just got back from 10 days in Florida with his mom so he had tales to regale.
We watched the ball drop (man, that stroke really did a number on DC) watched a little more of NYRE, had some ice cream, did the grab bag, and I was home by 2:30. :rolleyes:
Oh well. Here’s to good things for everyone, or at the very least, no more bad things, in the coming year.
IMO ayone who drives a white car is nuts. They are dirt magnets! Now if they have white carpet and white furniture, then, gayer than a debutante on holiday in Paris during April. Or your crazy great Aunt Edna.
Bloody Mary’s good! Snackies good! Smell of fryin’ chicken, good!
Afternoon all! We’re back home after a night of jollifications with friends - and a very long night it turned out to be. The party was at a venue in town which only had a licence until 2am so we had to leave then, went back to H’s place and drank lots of wine whilst giggling about several people/incidents we’d seen during the night.
It was about midday before most of us were up and ready to face several cups of tea but the restorative qualities of the humble bacon butty soon sorted everyone out. It was about 3pm when we finally left hers after packing up the fuzzbutts and all the stuff we’d taken over there for them. I think they’re glad to be home - Shadow is in his usual place on the windowsill beside me, watching the great outdoors, and Ophelia is wandering the house and going outside every few minutes just because she can. While they were at H’s place, they stayed indoors because she was worried about them wandering off and getting lost so now they’re very happy to be able to get out at last.
Other than that, there’s not a lot going on. My left eye is bloodshot and very sore, it feels like another ulcer forming but I’m refusing to spend any part of new year’s day in the horsepickle so I’ll wait until tomorrow before I waste my day there. Ho hum.
Rigs - I’m with you on guys going shopping. It’s just not right. And old folks, they shouldn’t be allowed in supermarkets when us ordinary folks are about. They stand around gossiping all day as if they’ve not seen their old fogey friends for the last decade. Surely by now parents with small children should have realised that their shopping trip isn’t fun for anyone else so at least one parent should be at home with the kids while the other one does the shopping. Normally the only amusement to be had is listening to the helpless bloke on the phone to his wife in the middle of Tesco’s because he can’t work out which brand of baked beans to buy. Oh, fercryingoutloud, they’re all the feckin’ same!
Sockman - welcome back!
OK, I have nothing else. Time for more tea and a long laze on the sofa.
For some reason the sober one last night (me) has a nasty headache and generally feels like crap today.
That’s all. Off to forage for food and tylenol.