Right. I am out of most cookies. This is bad. I should get some cookies.
Well, think of how luxurious a bath in barbeque pork would be, Ellen. Almost like mares’ milk, or champagne. Except a whole lot greasier.
Done the cat litter and the pork shredding. Now it’s dishes and kitchen time! Except I haven’t really had breakfast yet. Make that lunch. I wonder what I want to eat, seeing as I don’t have cookies.
Yesterday for dinner we had spaghetti with homemade (well, mostly homemade) rose sauce. It was good. I want chicken caesar today.
The mention of lifeguarding together with your user name brought up some interesting images, along the lines of those credit card ads where the barbarians are trying to integrate into normal life. I can just see you on the beach, clad in furs and leather, torn between saving a drowning person or slaughtering him and all his fellows.
Wasn’t this a Tennessee William’s play? Or was it Truman Capote?
We had a nice, quiet 4th. Ok, it wasn’t all that quiet, because fireworks are legal in PA, but we didn’t go anywhere or do anything particularly. We had burgers, hot dogs, baked beans and my famous potato salad. Potato salad is one thing I think I do really well, and it always gets positive comments.
For dessert, I even heated up the oven long enough to make shortcakes. When they cooled, we spooned mixed strawberries and blueberries and poured cream over them.
My sister and her husband went to the Live8 concert, but they were not impressed by the way it was set up and run. I probably had a better time watching it on MTV. My sister came back badly burnt, the idiot. I told her to get a new tube, but she didn’t. She did put sunblock on, but not until noon or so, so she’d probably spent 5 or 6 hours with no protection. And she’s a blonde. Or maybe, *because * she’s a blonde!
Bobbio, do we really want to make you responsible for launching the stuff flying over our heads?
BelZarak, you simply can not mention a drink entitled, “Knock You Naked Margaritas” and not post the recipe. I’m sure it’s some sort of MMP rule. Don’t make us initiate you all over again.
When it rains, it pours… I just got a call to schedule a job interview at an avionics company in Grand Rapids MI in 2 weeks. All this comes on the day that NASA announced that there would be no Civil Service layoffs next year, as was feared for the aero side for the last year or so.
I got two appointments today with the dentist folks. Just came back from the first one - they made a new thingy for me to wear in my sleep to keep me from grinding my teeth down to little tiny nubs. And I didn’t have to pay for it, because I paid for one earlier in the year that doesn’t fit anymore after I had my gums sliced open and packed with pulverized bone. All the teeth on the right side of my mouth shifted position, and the nightguard instantly became an instrument of torture. The second appointment is in three hours, and they’re just going to be doing a routine cleaning. I gotta get it done every three months now, seein’ as that plaque tends to make my jawbone disintegrate.
I don’t have any kid pictures to share with y’all, so I’m really jealous of all the little cute ones here. <sniff>. I could tell my little joke about me and the lack of chilluns, but it’s pretty rude. So I won’t.
VBob Goddard is where my rocket scientist friend from high school works. He lives in Georgetown (at least he did last time I talked to him, at our 20 year reunion,) but I’m thinking you’d hate living there even more than you would in ona them suburbs. 'Cause that’s inside DC (I learned that from watching The West Wing.)
Lissa, go get cookies. What are you waiting for?
Ellen, I used to live in Charleston, even if it was only for a year. Isle of Palms was a fun place to go, especially to see bands at that one place right on the edge of the beach. You know, the place that sells alcohol in the little airplane bottles. And they serve beer there, too. You gotta know what place I’m talkin’ about.
And sadly, I have no pool nor any close friends that are pool owners. But I may start a local chapter of Tuppy’s ISON down here. I can walk to the beach from where I live. Well, I can walk a lot of places from where I live, but if I walk to the beach, I can get there, stay awhile, and get back home without wearing out a pair of shoes.
Yes, yes I do. I believe one of the rules is going to have to involve everyone whacking the water at the same time with their Pool Noodle. The resulting sound would be measured in dB, and the louder the whack, the higher your points.
No whacking the judges. Or the owners of the pool.
We had Patriotic Pancakes for breakfast on Monday. Well, OK, we went to the pancake fund-raising breakfast in our town on Monday. Then we had KofC BBQ chicken for lunch. Mmmm. No tater salad, though, which is a shame. Oh well.
And swimmin’. Lots of swimmin’. Oh, and I made it rain on Monday, too! I watered the strawberries, so it rained! (Bout time, too.)
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Actually, you would’ve been channelling Lou Costello at that point.
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And I forgot to mention what we did on Saturday! We went geocaching and then Saturday night we saw The Electric Amish in concert. Right in our little dinky Cow-Growing town. And we of course had to buy their CDs that we didn’t already have. Just because That’s What You Do at concerts.
Yup. Incidentally, you should peruse their message board. It’s a hoot. And No, I am not a member. I grew up surrounded by Southern Belles, I don’t like Southern Belles. But, the Sweet Potato Queens are funny, in a sexist sorta way.
My condolances.
Well, I had a relatively miserable weekend. It started Saturday night when I had the sudden sensation that someone had stuck an ice pick in my left eye. Figuratively that is, not literally, 'cause if someone had actually tried to stick an ice pick in my eye I would have noticed, and dissuaded them in the most vigorous possible manner. But anyway, from that point on, I commenced suffering either a virulant cold, the flu, or one of my world-shattering sinus infections. It looks like a cold or the flu from this vantage point however, as my sinus infections tend to go on for weeks and I’m feeling much better (as in almost human, proto-simian) today. I actually ran the shop and made soap yesterday, but I don’t remember it.
Incidentally, I think Newman’s Own Virgin Limeade makes an excellant margarita.
I also think margaritas would make an excellant libation for pool noodlin’. So would mojitos.
Bobbio, Grand Rapids?!? :eek: Large portions of my mostly fundie relatives live just north of there. It wouldn’t be my choice of places to live.
I need chocolate.
What are Patriotic Pancakes?
Do you think cherries soaked in vodka with some sugar would be good? I ask for information only. Not because I’m thinking of trying it. No. I of course never drink strange made-up concoctions. No.
I’ve got some lighthearted stuff and some serious stuff to share.
Serious stuff:
Ok. I’m going to make a concerted effort from now on to live my life without my mother’s approval and be totally happy about it. I think today I’ve had an epiphany and realized somewhere in my heart I was really hoping that she would come around and be happy with whomever I was. She’s not, and I’m disappointed! I need to stop setting myself up to be disappointed.
Lighthearted stuff:
I did nothing but slack off for three days this weekend and it was Good. I had a great time…we played Guild Wars & D&D and I did no cleaning until yesterday. I’ve been a busy little bee for the last six months and it was great to take a weekend off.
I had a terrible 4th. My grandfather died over the weekend so instead of staying with **KeithT **in Wisconsin until Tuesday, I had to come home on Monday. Except that I got stuck on the runway at O’Hare for 3 1/2 hours! It was awful. They weren’t even sure if we’d get out at all on Monday. Really sucked. It was very stressful.
Fortunately, we did get out and I got home around 9:30. Except then Dad and I had to drive for more than 3 hours to where the funeral was going to be. And poor Dad didn’t know that the plane was going to be THAT late (the airline didn’t update the website so he thought I was only an hour late) so he was sitting in my parking lot for a couple hours. So he had a bad day too. If he had a cell phone, I could have told him who had a key to my apartment so he could have come inside, but my parents are cell-less. Ugh. It’s very inconvenient.
Anyway, the funeral was good. The grandkids were pall bearers so I did that. We went to my uncle’s for food afterwards and actually managed to leave before the kids and step-kids started fighting. They don’t get along at all. I’m glad it doesn’t really effect me.
Now I’m back home but think I’m going to take the rest of the week off to rest/relax/recover and spend some time with my family.
Oh yeah and before the funeral thing, KeithT and I had a great weekend. Wisconsin seems like a great place, especially with such good food like brats and frozen custard!
I didn’t get much sleep today either. I went to bed around 2 (and was dead tired), and then had to go wake up at 7:30-ish to get my brakes looked at, because they were making funny noises. I take them to Midas, a company who’s in business to make money, and they say that despite the noises, they can’t find anything to charge me for, and send me on my way with a complimentary brake inspection.
Also, in another crazy twist of luck today, I was making a ham sammich, and a little glob of mayo flew off the knife (don’t know how), hit my shirt, but bounced off, and landed on a coupon that happened to be on the floor, simplifying my cleanup greatly. There’s the tiniest oil spot on my shirt, so I removed it immediately so that I could treat it with some Dawn, but much less catastrophe than could hav happened. Looks like today was my bright shining lucky day.
Yeah, yeah, I dare ya! But, hey, there’s a house in our neighborhood for sale - it has a pool and everything - all for a mere $475K!! We could be neighbors and I could come over and we could launch a team to challenge swampy’s crew! So, yeah, take the job. Buy the house. Live happily ever after! I have spoken!
Oh come on Bumba! If there was Scout, and she was naked, you wouldn’t knock her, now would you? Of course not. You’d be all full of compliments and stuff, now wouldn’t you? Yes you would.
Swampy, I’m glad to be able to drop in now and then. Of course, I don’t want to over do my posting. There aren’t that many of us left that have less than a hundred posts after almost five years on the boards. With that said, I’ll probably end up blowing past the 100 mark before the year is out. Or maybe I won’t. I guess we’ll just have to wait and see.
Wintermute, how could I refuse a recipe request from both you and Swampy? I’m still a bit stunned at how good these drinks turned out. It is very unusual for my dad to even discuss drinking with me, much less call me up and offer me a new recipe. This one was quite tasty and will sneak up on you.
Knock You Naked Margaritas
1 12oz can of frozen limeaid
1 12oz bottle of Corona
1 12oz can of 7UP
12oz of Jose Cuervo tequila
In a 2quart container, pour ingredients. Stir throughly. Pour over ice in salt-rimmed glass.
DO NOT use a blender with this mixture as the carbonation will cause explosive results.
The resulting drink is quite smooth and tasty. It is much stronger than the taste would suggest. After a few drinks, one may find that the room feels overly warm. This feeling may be alleviated by the removal of clothing. If others advise against the removal of clothing, pour them a drink as well so that they will understand just how warm the room is.
After testing this mixture, feel free to report back to the board with the results.
It’ll be hard to sway me from the swampbear “clothing optional” camp, although it might be kind of funny to peer through his fence (because that’s where I hide sometimes) to see grown men in sequinned… well, anything, but especially thongs noodling with one another.
Well this year was my first 4th July over here. I was working over here last year but happened to be on vacation at the time. At home. (Speaking of which it is only 9 days until my vacation!) but I digress…
Anyways I remember going up the mountain to watch the fireworks - we have a mountain behind the town that gives an excellent view of the fireworks - with friends. Someone else drove. I remember wine and I remember margheritas and fireworks and having to come into work the next day with a stinking hangover. Other than that everything is a tad blurry… I think I had fun
Well, here I am. Late to the party, yet again. I must do something about my lack of etiquette and manners.
FCM, your comment about what the noodler’s official uniform should be, followed up about the comment concerning bleaching our brains made me giggle.
The recipe for the margaritas sounds, uh…interesting. Beer? Really?
I dunno though. I had a very bad experience with Ta-KILL-YA, many years ago. Long story very short…slammers, two fifths, two hours…really, really, really, really, not a good combo.
Bobbio, dearheart, I believe FCM has given you marching orders regarding your employment decisions. I have a feeling she is NOT to be trifled with.
Bumba, I hope you’re feeling better. That sounds like a horrible way to spend a holiday weekend.
taxi, I am very sorry to hear of your loss. Please accept my condolences.
I know I haven’t touched on a lot of stuff, but sheesh, I just let this MMP get too far ahead of me. I can’t respond to everything right now because I’m SUPPOSED to be working.
There aren’t that many of us left that have less than a hundred posts after almost five years on the boards. With that said, I’ll probably end up blowing past the 100 mark before the year is out. Or maybe I won’t. I guess we’ll just have to wait and see.