For some more than others… Not that I’m naming names or anything.
Was that aimed at me? Was it?
I don’t have to take any guff, you know.
Aw, Ex, you’re so cute when you get all insecure and stuff! 
Does the kid look like Winston Churchill Lighting? Lots of “cute kids” look like Winston Churchill. Some look like Eisenhower too. It’s just a stage they go through though. Most kids outgrow it. Except Churchill and Eisenhower of course.
Blueberry Ashes[sup]2[/sup].
Baby trades can be pretty tricky Grandmother. You have to know what you have and then what you want to get out of the deal. I mean do you have a good fielder and your looking for a shortstop? You really have to know what you want. It would suck if you trade off a center forward and then you pick up one of those broom guys from Curling. Even if it was an Olympic caliber Curler, it’s still sliding big rocks on ice.
Kalley, were you drinking when you posted that? I’m not judging, I’m just asking.
Cheese sauce covers many sins, doesn’t it Bumba?
-Rue. (is this long enough to sign?)
Rue I think the mom-to-be and sister were the ones drinking in Kalley’s post. Everybody knows that the only acceptable color for a baby’s room is periwinkle!
Besides, the more important question is what kind of cake did they have at the shower? It’s always about the cake.
-swampbear (I want cake)
Why did Rue think I had been drinking? I was coherent, my spelling was no worse than usual and my typos were minimal.
Listen, Rue, when I post drunk, you’ll know it! How dare you sully my good name by such speculation! Your careless flipperies will lead to no good and someday you’ll impinge the honor of someone less forgiving than I and then you’ll rue the day you ever . . .
Oh yeah, I guess you already do.
Actually, it looks like Churchill and Elmer Fudd had a love child with a raisin.
It seems like I should have something else to say here, but I don’t.
-lightingtool (not long enough to sign, but I’m goin to sign it anyway, dang nab it)
Spring just got put on the backburner for a few days. We have had a nice downpouring of rain from a Pacific storm which means it is moving across the country now. California sends you guys back east some really neato storms. So expect more snow in the near future. I just hope this rain has not hurt the baby peaches too much, cause then there won’t be very many peach pies and then I will have to whine in a later episode.
Speaking of cake (note above post regarding cake at baby showers). I rarely cook–my 2 set times are Turkey day and Christmas and then I add a couple of times in between just cause. Well Saturday I decided I wanted a cake. But when it was fed to the family the only ones who like it was Dad and me. Actually Dad and me really really like it, and everyone else relly really hated it. It was just a white cake mix, but the frosting was the kicker. I put peppermint in a buttercream frosting. It was really pepperminty, but gosh it was good.
Put me in the “don’t like the cake” pile Deb. Peppermint? Not a fave. So when you make me a cake, no peppermint please. Although after that, I’m pretty much open to anything. Admittedly Angel Food is way down on my list, but if that’s what you have to make, OK, fine.
Mom had a Special Pop Bottle for when she made Angel Food cake. It was a 7-Up bottle and the only special thing about it was she kept it for years for when she made Angel Food cake and had to dangle the just-baked cake upside-down. She kept in right in the Angel Food cake pan in the pantry. I don’t know what happened to the 7-Up bottle. But oddly enough I didn’t break it.
I do like lemon cakes. No one else in the house will eat them though. Guess when I found out no one else in the house will eat lemon cake. Yeah. Right after I made a lemon cake and the boys took a bite and said “I don’t like that!”. The Little Woman didn’t even take a bite before she turned her nose up at it. That’s what I got for making a surprise cake.
I got a whole cake all to myself.
I guess it wasn’t a bad deal after all.
If we get snow from those storms, I’ll be irked.
Please don’t use the s-word, Rue. Yer jinxin’ me.
OK, I’ve got to take exception to the second half of the title of this thread. Spring is no longer nice. My nose is snuffly and my eyes are watering and I’m almost out of tissues. Stupid pollen.
Florida sucks. <pout>
The following is a special Spring announcement:
I bought the first pack of Peeps today for my cat Petite (who is a Peep-aholic)
We now return you to our regularly scheduled spring snow job.
deb–not nearly enough information. What color Peeps did you buy? If you did not buy either yellow or pink, you are aiding in perpetuating a hideous assault on the eyes of Easter shoppers everywhere. Just so no to glowing turquoise Peeps!!
Are they duck Peeps, or bunny Peeps? Does your cat have a preference? For that matter, does you cat have a preference as to the color of her Peeps?
Have you ever stepped on a Peep barefoot in the middle of the night? How about in the middle of the day? If it was daytime, why didn’t you look where you were going?
And finally, what the heck does your cat do with Peeps and does she have withdrawal symtoms after Easter?
Petite only likes the yellow Peeps and she seems to like the duckie ones cause she like to eat the heads off, I did once leave an open package on the coffee table and the next morn all of the heads were gone, it was the Great Peep Massacre. She does prefer her toys to be yellow and pink and will play with that color over other colors of plastic cage balls with bells in them(for the cat owners, you know the ones). If I am eating a Peep she will get right in my face and take it from my mouth. But then again she is the cat who will bite me ON THE LIP if I am whistling, but fortunately she gets this scary cat look (once again, for the cat owner you know the look) before she attacks so I can quit in time to save myself.
The purple Peeps scare me, so they are not allowed in my house since I know they will get into the kitchen drawer and get out the carving knife and then there would be blood and EEK…
By the end of Easter time though Petite seems to have exhausted her craving for Peeps until the next year.
In my house you have to be careful of the Peeps since Petite has been known to leave the carcas wherever. Funny story, I was dating a guy who sat on my couch and I didn’t notice that he had a Peep carcas sticking to his butt until we were out on the town. He was not amused, I thought it was funny, but couldn’t laugh at the time, so now he is now just a history, but not cause of the Peep but cause he was a jerk and constantly late, like over an hour late almost every single time.
Maybe Peeps should use the slogan, “Peeps, cats like to eat their heads off”
Mine just puts her paw over my mouth with a really pained cat expression. I mean it’s not like I’m whistling out of tune or something! (Well Mrs. Bookkeeper claims I am, and Miss Bookkeeper agrees, but that’s just a girl thing - they always close ranks against us guys when we’re whistling - all three of them are just jealous of my whistling ability, and it was Rimsky- Korsakov, so good classical stuff, not rap or anything.)
It’s been warm and sunny for a week here, although yesterday it rained and today was cloudy. But I know it’s not **really ** spring, it’s just winter trying to lull us into complacency before it hits us with the next blizzard. I’m not fooled, though. I fixed the cotter pin on the control for the snowblower discharge chute on the weekend, so now I’m ready for that blizzard.
This is how alike we are Kalley: When I read Deb got Peeps, I wanted to know what color they are (“were” by now?) too! I was going to post just to ask. But you did, so I don’t have to.
Soupo’s first “candy” was a Peep. He wanted one because I was eating it so I let him have a taste. Boy did he like that Peep! He sucked and sucked and sucked until he sucked the tail clean off! (You think I was gonna let him have the head? He’s my son, but they’re still Peeps.) He wa born in January, and that was from the first batch of Peeps that hit the stores, so he was all of three months old. The Little Woman didn’t think it was funny, me feeding a three month old the tail of a Peep. The Little Woman doesn’t think a lot of things are funny, when really, they are. Like the way his eyes got really wide and spun around when he was done sucking on the Peep’s tail.
The cotter pin, a bobby pin for your power tools.
Peeps:
First of all, they are baby chickens, not baby ducks. Second, the only true peep is the yellow chick peep; pink bunnies are a stupid thing to call “peep” and anything else is an abomination. Third, the only thing they are truly good for is microwaving until they explode, because I’m certainly not going to eat the disgusting things.
Cats:
The hides make cozy slippers. If not for that they would be exterminated like any other vermin.
Spring:
Known around here as “those two weeks when everything gets really muddy just before the unbearable heat and humidity set in, but at least there’s no snow,” has not quite yet arrived. It usually shows up around St. Patrick’s Day, so I’m generally completely sauced during our annual fifteen minutes of glorious weather. Then everything goes to crap again.
Exgineer:
Whiny jackass who hates candy and cats. Also bitches about the weather constantly, and what could be more pathetic than constantly bitching about something you can’t change?
[Office Space]Sounds like somebody has a case of the Mondays!![/Offoce Space]
:D:D:D:D
Yep. Lasted four days this week. I’m going to need you to go ahead and move your desk to the basement now, 'kay? Great.
And then, one summer at Band Camp… wait, wrong movie.
So, I’m packing up my (office) things today and moving them down to Florida. Just in case you OhDopers are wondering where I got to. I’m in Denver next week so may not be posting from there.
FloriDopers you are warned. 