I’ve never been big on natural redheads.
If they’re redheads, I tend to like ones that turn themselves red.
There’s a gal that does the Hollywood stuff on MSNBC. Rowr!
Edited to add: she’s a real redhead, and, therefore, an exemption. Definite cutie.
I “rowr” again.
Rowr!
:wanders into the thread: SPLASH
Rosie, I am sooo gonna get you for this!
:Flicks excess water at LOUNE:
Howdy all! Happy Sunday! So hubby came home from Dubai last night - delayed about 3 hours, but home all the same! Woohoo!!!
Nuttin’ much to report, other than to say there is NOOOOOO way I am responsible for any of the mess. It always happens while I’m asleep, ergo I am innocent!!!
Morning Roo! ::waves madly::
Here’s your song for today:
[singing]Her name was Lola
She was a showgirl
With yellow feathers in her hair
And a dress cut down to there[/singing]
Me like Barry Manilow!!! 
ETA: Or was it Peter Allen??? :dubious:
Ohh I forgot to add - who was it that posted a recipe for chicken rollatini a few weeks back? I finally tried the recipe today. It was awesome. I sit here, stuffed and satisfied. Life is good.
You trying to say I need a bath or something?
moves the tags in all of Dotty’s underwear so she’ll put them on backwards and not know until it’s too late
Ignoring the children at play, who is doing next week’s MMP, anyway? Do we have a [del]victim[/del] volunteer in place?
Hey honey? Does my bum look big in this??? GRRRRRRRR!!!
::slaps LOUNE with a large trout::
Wow, I go out for the day and come back to confetti and feathers all over, cats flying around the room, marriage proposals and 100 foot hoses! And now swampy is wearing overalls and no underwear. This place has gone wild!
Haze, so what did you tell your date about the lesbianism?
I fell for that once before. I’m so gullible. But I’m learning.
Lili, glad the highway driving went well.
Queenie, nice vacation.
SCL, did you dunk the phone or send it through the wash cycle?
rigs, another cold? I hope this one passes soon.
**
Dotty**!!! ~waving and bouncing~ Good morning to you!
Finally a song I know. And you’re the first person I know to admit liking Barry Manilow. I’m good with that. That’s a good song. Thanks. And here’s mine for you: Another Nat King Cole
[Nat King Cole]I wish you bluebirds in the spring
To give your heart a song to sing
And then a kiss, but more than this (line hidden due to no smooching rule)
I wish you love
And in july a lemonade
To cool you in some leafy glade
I wish you health
But more than wealth
I wish you love[/Nat King Cole]
Since your hubby is back home, I guess I don’t have to wish you love, but I do anyways. And the rest is nice too.
Now it’s bedtime. Good night to everyone else!
August 6th is supposed to be BooFae, according to garden’s signature.
Roo, I just explained to him what had led up to Scottish Darling and I becoming “complicated” on Facebook (i.e., all the wild groundless rumors). I said that I hoped this wasn’t going to scare him off. He joked about actually being somewhat disappointed. :rolleyes:
removes the batteries from every remote control in the house and glues the remotes to whatever surface they happen to be resting on
is untroutable
BooFae is indeed supposed to entertain us. She swapped with Sean AIR. However, if for some reason she does not feel up to it, I’ll drop in another OP about sump’n. The fun thing is, there’s always sump’n or other rattlin’ around up in my haid just waitin’ to let itself be known.
However, I am sure BooFae is all prepared to be our hostess with the mostess come Monday in her world.
Ok, off to beddy bye with me. Know what? In addition to tomorrow bein’ brunch Sunday, I’m supposed to lay read. Guess that means I need to get some sleep.
Nitey Nite Y’all!
Oh and LOUNE I expect you to do the big share of cleanin’ this mess up, young man, since most of it seems to be because of you. Now get busy! Don’t you stomp your foot at me! It won’t do any good. Now, I said clean this mess up and I mean NOW! I saw that! Get busy, young man. The sooner you get started the sooner you finish. Put that video game down and get busy! Do you want your face to freeze up like that? I didn’t think so. When I get up tomorrow this place had best be clean, young man. I said, CLEAN UP THIS MESS, NOW, DANGIT!
Nite Y’all for real this time.
Stoopit crappy Canadian power grid.
So the power goes out for a few moments this evening. Right in the middle of a movie on TV. (The wife was watching Stuart Little, not that we haven’t seen it before) Usually no big deal – irritating more than anything. Then it comes back up, digital box reboots itself, and I turn the computer back on. (I have it set to stay off during power failures, just to be on the safe side) It tries to boot. Fails, reboots. It tries to boot, fails, reboots. Last Known Good Configuration boot, same thing. Safe mode, same thing. Grrrr. I begin doing the quick ‘n east thing: Repair install of Windows. While booting off the CD, the power goes out for a few moments again. Argh! So, screw it. I decide to leave the machine off while I go out for coffee. Half an hour later I’m back, we’re havin’ coffee, power is on, things seem to be okay, so I reboot the machine and start trying to redo the repair install. I get to the point at which I’m to tell it to repair the install by selecting the boot drive. Only it doesn’t see that there’s a Windows install there to repair. Oh, bloody wonderful. Just great. I’m thinking the outage caused a surge that wiped out part of my main boot drive. It starts to boot so I know Windows is there, and the master boot records are okay because the partition tables check out. But something is majorly screwed.
So, I boot from the CD into the recovery console. I try and get a directory listing of C drive. Nope. Inaccessible. Lovely. Just lovely. So my last ditch effort: chkdsk with the repair switch. This basically goes over the drive from top to bottom looking for and attempting to repair corruption on the drive. Being that my C drive is 245 gigs, this takes a while. About 3 hours, in fact. In the end, it did find some corruption (very little, but evidently in some rather important places), and repairs it. I reboot, and heave a sigh of relief: Everything is back to normal, and I don’t have to reinstall Windows again as I had feared, nor had I lost anything, as I had also feared.
Stoopit crappy Canadian power grid. I’m going to have to get me a UPS so this doesn’t happen again. Preferably something on the order of 1500vA or more, so at least if there’s a brief power outage like tonight (multiple power outages) it won’t take my computer with it and I can shut down gracefully if it lasts longer than a minute or two.
Now … what’s with all this Spy vs. Spy stuff going on here? If I am going to have to come back spraying an aerosol can so I can see and avoid the laser tripwires, somebody is going to get a time out. I mean it! And don’t you point that rubber band gun at me! ::glares:: LOUNE, stop messing about in Dotty’s underpants. Don’t think I didn’t see you put a pair on your head while you were screwing with the tags. Dotty…never mind. Barry Manilow is punishment enough – but I’m bringing KC and the Sunshine Band on deck as insurance.
Now if y’all will excuse me, I’m going to get a fire extinguisher and a HazMat suit.
Obligatory drunken post!
100 oz of beer (aka “Moose Piss” to **LOUNE **:p) this evening and I can still walk and even spell (mostly).
For the beer nerdy and interested: at 64oz, Sam Adams lager comes in first (it was cheap and on draft!), plus twelves each of Sam Adams Summerfest (A little blah for my tastes), Lindeman’s Peche Lambic (only the second lambic I’ve ever had, quite tasty!) and to cap off the night in an appropriate fashion, Petrus Oud Bruin (delicious, and a great value at $4.50/bottle for Belgian Ale, although I think a number of other Brown Ales hold up better).
I can’t imagine why I had a hard time stuffing myself into my jeans this morning.
And I promise pics from my Southwest Adventure 2007!
I am indeed prepared, well almost anyway, I still have to sort out the photographic evidence. You can’t have a proper MMP without pictures, can you?
QB - I used to drink Sam Adams a fair bit when I was in NH although I once find a pizza place that sold bottles of Newcastle Brown Ale. The friend I was with didn’t understand the excitement of finding a “bottle of dog”. I suppose it’s one of those things that doesn’t translate well!
We measure our beer in pints and half-pints so I’m not sure what your 100oz equates to, but my tally from last night was:
1 pint Martston’s Pedigree (4.5% abv)
1 pint Fuller’s London Pride (4.1% abv 'cos it was cask, it’s 4.7% bottled)
1 pint Arkell’s Moonlight (4.5% abv)
2 pints Scattor Rock’s Yer Tiz (4.7% abv)
1/2 pint Milestone’s Colonial Reserve (9% abv - barley wine!)
1.5 pints Nelson’s Loose Cannon (4.4% abv)
We were at the Wellington specialist real ale pub in Birmingham, where they have a selection of around 15 real ales every day which are advertised on large screens around the pub. To make things easier for the bar staff, you consult the list and decide what you want, then you order by pump number. So last night if I’d wanted a pint of the Black Country Brewery’s “Pig on the Wall”, I’d have asked for a pint of number 13.
'im indoors is too vain to wear his reading glasses when he’s out so inevitably he misread the beer board and ordered himself at least three pints of barley wine. That would explain why he fell asleep on the sofa almost as soon as we got home, why he didn’t wake up enough to get up the stairs until about 9am, and why he’s still snoring away at almost midday!
Happy Sunday everyone!
What a night!! Definitely the capper on the weird dreams hit parade. Part took place in the back yard at my maternal grandparents’ first house - I was being held captive by a guy who, among other things, tied a pistol to my left upper arm with some thin string. The dream gave me a feeling I was being raped, but none was involved or implied, that I recall.
Then the scene shifted to my house here, but it included the bedroom I shared with my sister for 16 years. The house was a total wreck and I was running around trying to find shoes and my purse so I could get to work. I wound up with steel-toed oxfords, and I found my purse but it felt half empty. By this time, I was really late for work, but I figured I’d stay late to make up for it.
In the course of the search for the shoes, I discovered that the dishwasher had been loaded wrong and a bottle inside managed to stop the cycle before it ended, so the machine was full of half-washed stuff, and the sink and counter were overflowing with dirty dishes. And I think my mother was being interviewed in the back yard by a radio reporter.
I finally was on my way to work, but the road was literally covered with branches and logs and leaves and in the real world it was impassible, but I kept driving. And somewhere in there, I was crawling, hands and knees, thru the remnants of a craft show - littered booths, canopies askew, random people packing their wares… But back to the road - I finally got to a clear highway, and that’s when I woke up.
Please don’t tell anyone about these dreams - I might lose my security clearance… *<looks around nervously> * :eek:
Even tho I woke up a couple-three times, I managed to stay abed till almost 6:30 - wow! And after I tended to the critter routine, I watered my houseplants - they were really droopy - can’t believe I forgot them that long!! But they seem happier now. I need to trim away some dead leaves and such - not today - maybe tomorrow.
We’ve got to check on the boat today, and Giant is having a sale on crab legs, so we may stop there. Then it’s monster making for me. I’ve got a dog ready for underglaze - I think I’m going to do him in camoflage! Yep, a studio day in store. And maybe a load of laundry. See, I don’t have to plan every moment - I live life on the edge. Spontaneity - that’s the key. Today is my scheduled spontaneity day.
Morning, almost time to trudge back to the madness.
FCM, Fyou Nhave Onothing Rto Dworry about.
BooFae, Queenie, sound like you two had a fun evening. I had a couple of Yuenglings and went to bed.
Haze, if nothing else you could collect husband like LiLi does.
I’ve been up since 6:00 (it’s 7:30ish) and have already been at work. Moved a bunch of photo boxes and other photo-related stuff to the new carts. (And swampy I bought carts because I needed storage behind the bed, which has an odd triangular gap behind it and it’s easier to load up something that moves. It’s not the perfect solution, but it’ll do for now. I’ve been moving the overflow books onto the shelves that used to hold the boxes, so I’m gaining all kinds of storage space. Woo hoo!
Gotta go out and water and then off to church to water, since I didn’t make it there yesterday.
Happy Sunday, everyone!
GT
We lost one last night.
A rescue page went out about 9 PM, and there was only one guy at the station. I was on a slow burn with VWife anyway, and knowing how much she :rolleyes: whenever I take any kind of call, I went.
The initial complaint was a lady having seizures, with a history of a 3 way cardiac bypass. By the time I got rolling in The Nerdmobile, the family called back that she wasn’t breathing. :eek: A statement like that brings EMTs out of the woodwork…
I got to the scene about a minute behind the unit, and the other guys were setting up shop for clinical CPR. We did that for about 10 minutes, then loaded her and went like the proverbial bat of of Hell.
We counted 14 shocks, and pumped her with enough epinephrine to make the Incredible Hulk look like a wuss, all on top of 30 minutes of CPR. We could not get a good rythm despite our best efforts.
She was alive, barely, when we got to the hospital, but while doing the paperwork, the doctor called it. 
The patient was 39.
When I got home just after midnight, VWife got a BIIIIIIIIIIIG ol’ hug…
Oh, Bob, I’m sorry. That’s so sad. Hugs.
Geez, this place is a mess. Who dunked the cat? It peed on the sofa.
Yawn. I slept for ten hours. I’m all relaxed and comfy. I think I’ll stretch out on the couch and wait for Mr. Lissar to wake up. He stayed awake and did the dishes last night. I love him.
I don’t love the cats. Aerin thinks our bedroom window is really cool, and stomped all over me six or seven times during the night so she could get to the window.
I’m up and off to the farmer’s market and then church. If I make it to the farmer’s market, they’d better have some corn after all that talk of sweet corn yesterday.
~waving~ to Dotty as I drive on through.
Have a great Sunday, y’all!
Big shock at the marina - **FCD ** walked down the dock, and our slip was EMPTY!! :eek: I was in the potty at the time, but I got to the dock just as the marina manager drove up.
No big - since they had to repair our finger pier, they’d towed the boat to the transient dock so they’d have room to work. About the time Lenny arrived, **FCD ** remembered and noticed our boat across the marina. So no problems there at all.
We stopped at Giant for crab legs for supper. And now I’m going to head downstairs and make some monsters. Be good - Don’t make me mad. You won’t like me when I get mad…
