I could not agree more.
Squee for cute kids!
Oh and count me in on the crab cakes. We looooooove crab cakes. If anyone makes them yourself, Trader Joe’s has excellent crab at a reasonable price. When we don’t feel like doing that, there’s a seafood place in a park near the airport here that has a crabcake sandwich to die for. Uber YUM.
Cute kids!
That sounds like a much better day at work! Go Taxi!! 
My “excitement” at work has abated somewhat, too. Seems that on the production machines (which are stronger than our lab), when the f*(&^ing DB is properly tuned, the API call that was taking over two seconds (and causing the client to time out on it) actually completes within less than half a second. So – (yet another :rolleyes: ) tempest in a teapot.
Which means I can enjoy myself properly at the party 
Ellen, those kids are adorable! The two older ones look like they’re (roughly) the age of Special Teen and The Terrible Twins[sup]TM[/sup]
Right… 
::reconsiders whether he should mess with such a dangerous lady :eek:::
Oh yeah, I actually meant to post something of substance when I came in to this thread. So I just talked to Mr. Cheerio on the phone about moving arrangements and I think the thought of living with three people is starting to not appeal to him. It doesn’t really surprise me, because he’s a bit older than us and enjoys having his own private kitchen and taking showers when he wants and stuff like that. He said that actually he wouldn’t mind living with one other person, but he doesn’t want to live with Minister’s Lad, because M’s Lad is a bit… ah, lazy in all matters, bless his heart. He wouldn’t mind living with me, but then we would hurt M’s Lad’s feelings, and that’s the last thing we want to do. There is no way in hell I am living with M’s Lad if it’s just going to be the two of us.
So we’re contemplating our options. I don’t think I’ll be able to convince Mr Cheerio that the three of us living together would actually be enjoyable for him, so I’m thinking he’ll end up moving into a studio on his own. One of my other friends (I shall call her Cloud Maiden, for reasons best known to myself) is also looking for a roommate, so I might just move in with her. Or maybe she and M’s Lad and I can find a place together. I dunno if M’s Lad would like living with two other girls (or maybe he’d like it too much, hah).
Ah well. Something will work itself out, I hope.
Many years ago, I worked in a boat seat factory, and stapled my thumb to a bench seat. :eek:
Mindfield, I’m so glad that I didn’t read your oh-so-eloquent ode to the Hello Ice Cream Truck until I got home, because it really made me laugh out loud!! Thank you.
Kai, so glad to hear that you’re doing better, and that you finally do have some flowers now. And that fish pie does sound good! I love rutabagas, btw, and they are especially tasty when sauteed with onions and carrots.
We had a -huge- thunder & lightning storm at noon today! First it rained really hard, then the light & sound show started. Our power flickered enough that it turned the computers off, kicking everyone off the network. It did at least lower the temp some, and without the sun shining, it didn’t heat back up … yet. It’s still gray out, and cooler, although also still humid. I’m so glad that the temps have dropped though!
Someone say crab? ears perk up
I’m going to get all-you-can-eat tomorrow at this NASCAR bar by my bank.
Last two times I went, I ate 10 pounds worth.
DRAIN THE SEAS!!!
You must have been crabby after eating all that crab.
Hi, I’m here here. Least Original User Name Ever made me join and told me to post here.
I’m a 20 something woman, enjoys playing video games, reading, and doing just about anything crafty/creative. I’m big into music as well. I look forward to getting to know more of you.
You SO copy-and-pasted that from the other thread.
Let me be the first: How you doin’ ? 
Actually I didn’t…I gave more info here.
Yeah, the part that I told you to say, dork.
You omitted “I love squid”, you big baby.
I was 10 and making instant chocolate pudding in the big standing mixer and got my long reddish brown hair caught in the beaters. I had the presence of mind to grab the plug out of the wall, but by then the beaters had wound my hair up to my scalp. Pudding everywhere, and it took forever to get my hair unwound! What a memory, so glad I wasn’t the only one! Oh, and I slammed the car door on one of my brothers hands when we were young 'un’s and broke it. It was an Accident. He was in a cast all summer and couldn’t go swimming with our baby brother and I.
I miss ice cream trucks. When I lived in Washington we had Joe’s Ice Cream trucks, they all played “Daisy, Daisy” and all the neighborhood children ran like lemmings to it every summer afternoon. In Alaska we consume more ice cream than anywhere else in the U.S. per capita, but no ice cream trucks.
Drae my appendix simmered for weeks, and when I finally went to the E.R. they didn’t believe it was my appendix, kept me overnight for observation, the next morning I was doubled over in pain so they performed exploratory abdominal surgery, and yup, it was my appendix. If you don’t have the rebound pain, they seem to rule out appendicitis. I was 36 when mine was removed. I was 23 when I had lower abdominal pain for weeks when I finally dropped to my knees in pain, which turned out to be P.I.D. I tell you this not to frighten you, but we women tend to have vague abdominal pain (vague to mainly male doctors in my experience) until it becomes acute and the doctors begin to take us seriously. Don’t allow yourself to be passed on, demand a diagnosis and treatment! You do not strike me as the wilting flower type. Feel better soon.
Ellen your children are beautiful.
Since my pirok is of dubious deliciousness, and no one has touched my raspberry, lemon and coconut cake, how about I dig out some king crab legs and serve both as plain steamed legs to dip in lemon butter and my famous hot crab dip served with chunks of sourdough bread? Maybe a batch of alogics (hard “g”) which is really just fry bread, and some homemade salmonberry jam? I also have some mead (peach and honey) and some dandelion wine made by Brother Brad and gifted to me, any takers? (Brother Brad is my brother from another mother! hee!)
It’s still raining, still cold, 58F but it feels colder with the humidity. We have a chance of hitting the lower 60’sF tomorrow, with a chance of rain. A chance of rain on Kodiak is purt near a promise. I just had some leftover pizza and some oj, and took some fake sudafed for my sinus headache. I took the last of the penicillin this morning, yay, which means that this evening I shall taste the rum I received from Sapo in Puerto Rico during the shot glass exchange. I did open the bottle, and it smells rich and smooth, I’ll tell you later how it sips!
I did have the most marvellous dream, and rushed while it was still fresh to (rough draft) blog it on myspace. I woke up feeling warm and hopeful, and almost young again. I remember a debate from last weeks skimming about middle age. My oldest daughter gleefully told me on my 40th birthday that if I lived to be 80 I was officially middle aged. It distressed me at the time, but now as I approach 50 (a couple more years, though they fly by quickly) I seem to be accepting my status in life as past such things as romance and adventure. My dream held youth and love and all the wonderful things of the past, perhaps they are not all behind me now…maybe I’ll watch Don Juan de Marco tonight as I sip my rum…
I ought to get something accomplished, see ya later, CK’s!
*is first in line for kai’s crab legs and crab dip.
I’ll have some crab cakes, too. Anyone get the impression I like crab?
Went to see Libby today and took her some spring rolls from Thai House. She may get to go home tomorrow! While I was there I heard a story that really pissed me off. Some preacher - not Libby’s preacher, but the assistant preacher of the church her boss attends, heard that Lib was in the hospital and took it upon himself to go visit her. She was asleep, which she needs badly because she hasn’t been sleeping well. Donna was sitting with her and told him not to wake her, she needed the sleep. Well this asshole starts talking really loud until Libby starts stirring, then goes over to the bedside and starts in with the bullshit: "How long do you have left? Knowing you are going to die I am sure you have made your peace with God…etc, so on, vomit! Libby tried to tell him she was a member of another church but he wouldn’t let her get a word in edgewise, going on about “making your peace with God before you die”. I am glad I wasn’t there, in a way, because that smarmy bastart would have been thrown out of that room so hard he would have bounced twice. A complaint was filed with the hospital, mainly about him not leaving when he was asked to leave and about waking her up, and it is likely he will get his his clergy pass for the hospital revoked. I hope so. “Peace with God” my ass - she intends to fight!
Ok, I’m through with the righteous indignation. May I have some more melted butter, please?
Well, when I was having all the cyst trouble last year, my doctor (yes, male) said I could be endometriosis, but the only way to know for sure was to do periscope-through-the-belly-button surgery, and pretty much left it at that. The female doctor I saw for a second opinion said it was probably just the cysts. Now the hospital (where I had a female doctor) tells me the cat scan shows nothing wrong, and my GP (also female) tells me that I should see a gastroenterologist because it might be diverticu-something (but not diverticulitis, something that sounds like it but isn’t, quite). So, I see the gynecologist on Thursday, and I’ll call the gastroenterologist tomorrow. Right now, I still have some percocet, and some Harry Potter tickets, so I’m just going to focus on the good things in life.
You’re both wrong - Samosas are the coconut flavored Girl Scout cookies
Me, too!
you forgot sashimi. mmmm sashimi and mimosas - who’ll join me?
Ellen - those are some mighty fine lookin’ young’uns.
Try the Ruby Tuesday’s crab cakes - they are, as the ad says, mostly crab, very little cake. And yummalicious.
Welcome to the MMP. Sacreficial offerings of chocolate go to FairyChatMom, and watch out for the giant squid
Oh, and you get a nickname while you’re here. I suggest McUne. (sometimes we call you friend Looney)
Well, the fan is doing its thing, and the house is bareable, but the humidity still hangs like thick fog. I slept not at all last night - so I am very cranky. I think I will try to get to sleep early tonight - maybe I’ll take an extra muscle relaxant. Or a pain pill. or both.
See, that’s the thing…I’ve never had crab cakes…
I’m just a brute. I like rending them from their shell and inhaling them, usually with much gulping and at the cost of the person space of a table’s radius from me.
Sounds like the way I attack a lobster - which is why I prefer to enjoy them in the privacy of my own home
Are you me? :eek:
Welcome to the MMP. This is where everyone who is anyone hangs out.
In other news, I’ve been feeling ridiculously lazy and moody today. I think it’s the weather. Not even this oranga mocha frappacino is making me feel better.
Well, I had some crab once with my ex at a nice restaurant. She was talking about something and I was working on these crab legs. The crab leg gave way and the meat flung out and hit her right in the middle of the forhead and then dropped down onto her plate. She froze in mid word.
I didn’t. I dove at her plate and grabbed the prodigal meat and ate it.
She musta been floored by my manners and extreme sexiness. Either that or she didn’t want to hurl.
hands HazelNutCoffee some medicinal crabcakes Here. For you. Yummy.