Good luck, snowbunny! Sending positive vibes your way.
I’m still feeling nauseated. All I’ve really done today is sleep and try to find something to eat to settle my stomach. No luck so far. All my main clients lost their budgets for the rest of the year so I’ve got a potential of 20 or so lunches cancelled. Hopefully we can pick up business in the holiday party area.
Is she related to the Wobbletons of Weebleville? Will she in fact fall over?
On a related note, it’s nice to see someone else here is out in the hinterlands. I thought I was the only NC Doper east of Raleigh.
Good luck to you, snowbunny!
**FCD ** brung dessert home - Boston creme pie - yum! He just wanted grilled cheese for supper, so that was easy. And I’ve done 2 loads of laundry today. It’s been a pretty good day.
You’re in Green-vegas, right?
Her addiction is to a lout of a husband, and 2 teenagers to support.
She left the EMT class early, saying she quit the EM job to become a hospital cop. That was also just about the time she was found out… She did go the the EMT cert test, and failed it miserably.
Oh, and she’s lot cuter IRL than in the mug shot. She never was able to tke a good picture.
A nice day at work today. Pleasantly busy, and relatively quiet. My lunch-time knitting is a source of continual fascination. I was going to hurry and finish this project, but after several colossal mistakes made while trying to knit more complex projects at lunch, I decided to save the easy knitting for social time. So I knit about 6 tiny rectangles a day. At this rate, it will be completed sometime around 2010. I’m not sure which one of us will be more sick of looking at it by then. 
The big family get togethers were generally either Thanksgiving or Passover. And they’d rotate from our house, to Cousin’s apartment building (where in also lived her maternal grandmother, and her paternal grandparents (who were mom’s aunt and uncle), to whom I am (was?) related), to another cousin’s house elsewhere on Lawn Guylandt. The moms cooked, the dads discussed politics, and us kids, played. When I was very much younger, and the quantity of people was greater (before they moved away, or passed away) the kids ate at the kids’ table, but it was nearby the grownups’ table. As I got a little older, in my pre-teens, and there were fewer of us there, we (the kids) ate at the same table with the ‘grups’. My generation of maternal family has a spread of about 25 years from the oldest (who would have been my sister) to the youngest (Cousin’s brother). My paternal family is much much bigger, but I never got to know them. I don’t know why. They are spread out all over the country, with many of them in the greater St Louis area and within 100 miles of that; a few are on east coast, and one branch lives in Israel. But I do have all their email addresses. The maternal clan never got the hang of email, except for my generation.
Smaller family gatherings took place two or three times a month, when Sis would drive in on Saturday afternoon and stay til Sunday afternoon. She would first sit and argue with Dad about some thing or other, then she and I would play guitar and sing. And after dinner, we’d all play canasta and sing some more. Sometimes with the showtunes on the record player, sometimes á capella.
When the Cincinnati Aunts (mom’s maternal aunts - other side from Cousin) came to town, we always had a great big Sunday brunch, with bagels, bialys, creamed herring, Novav Scotia lox, sliced Bermuda onions and tomatoes, Temptee Cream Cheese (always Temptee - no Philadelphia for us!), sliced whitefish, herring salad, the good black olives from the kosher deli (not the canned crap) (Dad taught me how to pit them and have two clean olive halves to put on the sandwich) Yeah, we made sandwiches of those ingredients. High fat, high sodium, but we loved every last ounce of it. 
nice memories.
I just reminded myself. Have you seen Mr Saturday Night with Billy Crystal? The opening scene is of a huge meal being prepared with lots of chicken fat, and breads of all kinds, and brisket, and roast chicken, and corned beef, and more chicken fat, and kasha varnishkes, and potato kugel, and more chicken fat, and so on and so forth.
I saw the movie with my friends, none of whom are Jewish. I watched the scene and said to myself “Yeah, that’s right. mmhmm, I remember that…” etc. My friends kept emitting sounds of astonishment, amazment, mild disgust, shock, etc. After the movie, as we were walking out, I told them that that scene was not exaggerated. They couldn’t get over it.
Howdy Y’all! I’m about to go get dindin but just had to pop in and say…
I GET TO MEET SHADOW ON WEDNESDAY!!! YAAAAAY!!!
photos are manditory!
It’s so nice to hear everyone’s stories, even the ones that weren’t happy ones. It’s interesting to see how we’ve become a pretty well-adjusted bunch of Cool Kids despite our varied journeys.
I haven’t seen Mr. Saturday Night, rosie, but now I feel like I need to.
Wow, Bobbio. How sad that she felt she needed to resort to stealing.
Yay for an MMPFest!
Yes, SO, it was a baptism. Most of the people in attendance are Puerto Rican; some live on the island, some live in various places in the States. Yeah, they’re kinda exhuberant. Not a whole lot of drinking, which I always think is nicer. If we’d been in Puerto Rico, there probably would have been more alcohol, but I think we only made it through 2 bottles of wine and a couple of beers among 14 adults. But even in P.R., no one gets out of control. It was decidedly not boring.
My family in Mexico isn’t quite as loud, but yeah, they’re similar. Dad’s family was more reserved, although not quite as serious as others I’ve visited. My someday-to-be-ex-SIL’s family is pretty much stereotypical WASP. Pretty formal cocktail hour, polite conversation; nice people, but not a lot of warmth in their home. I try to make sure my niece and nephew see a more comfortable example of home.
I’m home, with nicely-cut hair, relaxing.
Hugs to everyone I missed!
GT
First post?
ETA: oops, too late
cite?
Sorry, my camera seems to have died… I was planning to replace it in the next year or so. Looks like it will be sooner rather than later…
GT
I promise to bring a camera on Wednesday. I can’t wait to meet **swampy **in person.
I was meandering through Amazon, perusing the latest lesbian fiction, and came across Roomates . Yes, Roomates. What the F is a Roomate? While I was having a fit about the atrocious spelling from what was once the only lesbian publisher to actually edit the deathless prose submitted by their authors, I came across something worse. (Was that an awesome run-on sentence or what?) Far, far worse. Even worse than Thong on Fire (no linky, NSFW). I laughed and wheezed my way to an asthma attack. Behold, The Mystic Women of the Valley. You need to enlarge the cover art to fully grasp the horror on this one. And when you do, you discover that it is Book II. It’s a sequel to The Women of Woden . I have the burning desire to buy them just to see how bad they really are. There is really nothing like lesbian separatist, womyn loving, man hating, women-never-want-power-for-themselves, earth mama, crunchy granola, men are EEEEVVVVILLLLLL fiction, complete with hideous hand drawn cover art. It’s always bad. Really, really, **really **bad. (Yes, I did read the “women *never *want power for themselves” line in a book. After I stopped laughing, I put the book down for good, because even fantasy should have some relation to reality.)
Those books look terrible. I could draw better than that.
Or Pirate Nation or whatever the Hip New Term for this redneck ghetto is. Like 90% of the population, I’m only here for the university education.
Good googly moogly, Shadow my three-year-old nephew could draw a better cover than that. What is up with this new romance-novel-cover-designed-by a Photoshop-beginner trend?
I’m going to add Thong on Fire to my favorite titles list.
Don’t bother buying Thong on Fire. It really wasn’t a good book. At. All.
Not much going on here today, I’m thinking of making some Christmas ornaments tonight. I think I would make a mess though, don’t know if I want to do that this late at night, lol.
Oh my God.
So, those two strangers Cloud Maiden brought home last week? The ones that sold her weed? They were just at our door right now, asking for 20 bucks so they can “get out of town.” Get more crack, more like. She told them she didn’t have any cash (which was true) but they would not take no for an answer. They demanded she ask me to see if I had cash (I was listening out of sight at the top of the stairs, cell phone in hand). She refused, saying that she couldn’t drag me into this. In the end she finally closed the door in their faces. I am actually slightly worried now - I hope they don’t come back again.