That’s part of it, too. My dad had an entire buckskin outfit (shirt, pants, boots, fringe) he made himself. And a real fox hat (with the glass eyes lookin’ out atcha!).
I have pictures around somewhere of the whole family in Colonial costume from our participation in a Bicentennial re-enactment at a local frontier-era fort. Dad in buckskin, mom in gingham and a bonnet, both of us kids (5 and 2) in kneebritches, weskits and tricorn hats.
And now I have a vision of those poor naked beavers getting fur tattooed on.
jayjay the buckskin outfit could be umm… fun. Ever borrow it? 
Le sigh… It’s not enough I had to serve Merlot to a barbaric Philistine, now I have to work alongside em. I just had to referree an argument between co-workers over a parking space. This only happens when the boss ain’t here. See when she’s gone I get to be the boss. Ok, I woulda had to handle this even if she were here but still, it ain’t fun. See, this one co-worker has claimed a certain parking space. The other co-worker parked there this morning. (Apparently it’s desirable cause it’s all shady.) Co-worker the first told co-worker the second that she had to move her car cause that’s her parking space. Co-worker the second did not move said vehicle, so co-worker the first started pitching a fit and screaming at her. That’s when I get called in. I did remind co-worker the first that there was no reserved parking here. She proceeded to start yelling at me. Bad idea. She was told to either calm down or face disciplinary action for her behavior. She chose the latter. There is now a written reprimand in her personnel file. When one gets one of those, one is not entitled to any type of merit raise the next fiscal year which starts, odd time but it does, September 1. Ugly thoughts are being thought of me. That’s ok. Long as they don’t get said out loud. Philistine! Barbarian! Oh, and I had already heard a minor bitch about how somebody didn’t like the new design of our display board. That earned a “learn to live with it” cause well, that’s just the way it is. Co-worker the second asked for a longer lunch break cause she was kinda upset over being yelled out. I said yes. See, I can be nice too. Somedays, a muzzle loaded rifle would be a good thing to have around the office. I wouldn’t actually use it (probably) just walk around with it.
DogMom The gag cough gag wine spritzer guzzlers gag cough gag were a lot more tolerable than the barbaric Philistine infidel who wanted chilled Merlot.
We have a nest of Civil War reenactors around here. Not only do they camp out and fight in period costumes, some of them have horses and mules that do it with them. How in the world do they talk the mules into that?
Picunurse, my cats do that. Turn to goo at the sight or feel of a harness, and turn invisible at the sight of a carrier. Cricket will consent to ride in her baby pack now and then.
Heh! It was home-tanned from a deer he shot one hunting season and he wore it for a good ten years. By the time they retired from shooting, it was mostly holes with a couple of smelly scraps of deer leather holding them together…he’d stopped wearing it well before that.
But it still has possibilities…
Is Brody’s real name Krypto?
Ah yes, the French-Canadian Re-Creation Society, which meets every year at the mouth of the Hudson Bay. A bunch of burly he-man types get together for long weekends, and pretend to be early-to-mid-19th century mountain men.
They answer only to their “trapper” names – names like Sven Johannson, Flat-Nose Johnson, and Jean-Luc “Liver Eater” Charbonaird – and sleep out in the woods. They catch beaver the old fashioned way, with steel jawed traps, and skin them with their teeth. And on Saturday night, they have old-fashioned skirmishes with bands of Canadian Indians (also made up of weekend re-enactors).
The only sad part of the weekend is Sunday night, when they have to shower and go back to civilization. Sven Johannson becomes Stanley Goldstein, D.D.S., again, and returns to his office in Grand Rapids to clean the sugar-coated teeth of small squabbling children.
Sounds a lot like SCA.
I have wanted to visit Friendship, and maybe even shoot someday. You could have said howdy to a few of my friends who are there competing.
As for live fire in period costumes, I offer the North-South Skirmish Association. A fine bunch of fellows, and I believe there are competitions in that area. I stick to the East Coast.
I once fostered a Rottweiller that attacked a concrete garden squirrel everytime we walked by it. Don’t know how she would have handled a gnome.I am thinking not well.
Sorry about your car, but as you noted worked out as well as could be expected. Here is to a boring week.
Note to self: Don’t drink wine around swampy.
I don’t like Merlot or Chardonnay, and whatever kind of wine I drink, I have it over ice. So call me all the names you want. 
My weekend was painful. I didn’t plan it that way, but it still was. While I was doing assorted yard work, I sustained scratches, some of which bled. And yesterday, I fed a horsefly. I didn’t intend to, and I would not have consented had he asked, but the evil critter chomped down on my right calf in 2 places. It itches muchly. Stoopit horsefly.
Congrats on the gnome, Rue. You know you have to post a photo now. Is it a painted gnome or a generic concrete colored gnome? Happy or somber? Working or standing? C’mon, now, paint a vivid picture with your words - you know you can. You know you want to!
May I add right here that I’m not going to work tomorrow? My sweetie is getting shot in the neck (steroid injection) and I need to have some blood drawn. Now the blood wouldn’t be a biggie, but my sweetie’s procedure is at 8:30 at St. Mary’s Hospital. My appointment is at 10:30 at the Calvery County Medical Center or whatever it’s called. These two facilities are about an hour apart. The schedule isn’t an issue as much as the requirement that my blood be drawn after fasting 12 hours or more. So I can’t eat until after they bleed me. Water OK, food - no.
Have I ever mentioned that I get a killer headache if I can’t have even a little protein in the morning? A slice of cheese. A hard boiled egg. A mouthful of peanut butter. But tomorrow, I can have none of these. Only water. I expect my head will explode before 11. But assuming it doesn’t, as soon as I’m bled, I’ve got a date for lunch. So there’s that.
Happy last day of Spring!
FCM as long as you don’t ask for chilled merlot or ask for ice to chill your glass of merlot you will not be branded a barbaric infidel of Philistinian descent. Note I have not used such invective towards the personages who were drinking gag cough gag white zifandel. gag cough gag
I got horsefly bit Thursday while I was cleaning off my deck. Stoopid horsefly. I hope he hated how I tasted and puked.
Wow, Rue , you had quite a day. As for the car troubles, I would have been swearing enough to make a sailor blush. I can be a bit of potty mouth, sometimes.
Saturday we played on the boat and tubed and skied. We had a blast, but geeze Louise, we were TIRED when we got back home. After we cleaned up the boat, I went inside to read the paper and started falling asleep. Then the hubby came in, and he too decided he needed a nap. We never really slept, but we just COULD NOT GET UP! Finally, I had to get to run to the store. I thought a shower would wake me up, but it didn’t. I ran and got some victuals, threw some hot dogs on the grill, and then ate. I was STILL tired. Have you ever been so tired that your eyeballs ache? That was me. I was in bed by 8:30.
We had planned on going out on the boat yesterday too, but we just decided to stay home and take life easy. The lawn got mowed and I weeded the whole backyard, while the kids weeded in front. We managed to finish all the weeding, so that was a good thing. Instead of making lasagne, we decided to grill some burgers and I made a pasta salad to go with the burgers.
This morning, I went to my son’s award ceremony where he received certificates for perfect attendance and STARS. STARS is some kind of deal where they have jobs around the school, such as making morning announcements, and some other things. I’m not sure exactly, because the son doesn’t tell me much about those things. At any rate, I’m a proud momma. On Wednesday, he’ll receive the Presidential Award. After the ceremony, I have to go back to work, just like today. Bah! It’s supposed to be 80 degrees and I have to be indoors!
Well, I need to do some work now.
I’ve never understood spritzers. Aren’t white zins watery enough? I do still hold out hope of finding a nice one though, it’s sort of my grail quest, only I don’t really care all that much and I think Lancelot had the grail at the top of his To-Do list. It would help if I kept track of all the different wines I’ve had so I don’t accidently buy a yicky one again. That would be logical though and I don’t do logical. I also don’t put ice cubes in Merlot. Everybody knows ice cubes are for Shiraz. Orange slices are for Merlot. She really was a barbaric Philistine, swampy.
Which also reminds me of the parking problems at my school. We had an attendance clerk threaten to hurt a teacher who’d left a little note on the clerk’s windsheild, asking her to please not take up three parking spaces in the shade. Around here shady spots are very important, but when that other guy starting parking in my usual spot I didn’t get angry. I am an evil, petty person, so I did find great joy in the mess some birds made all over his car. A whole bunch of birds who’d just eaten mulberries. And then recycled them liberally all over the white cloth top of his convertable. You can still see little purple stains even though he now parks way over there in the sun away from the trees.
This weekend I did nothing except wander around the internet and read books. Today I’m going to re-wire the lamp in my bedroom. I would have done it last week but the kid who who worked in that section kept looking down my shirt so I’m hoping he’s not there today. Just in case, I’m wearing a turtle neck. And bringing the lamp in so I can be sure to get the right lamp guts.
Horseflies, meh, they ain’t nothin, up here in the Great Northern State of Maine we have the 2 extremes of painful biting insects (well, three if you count the politicians, i do…)
On the tiny side, we have the Black Fly, the actual insect is just a little bigger than a pinhead, yet it’s bite feels 100 times larger than it is, and it starts itching immediately after you swat the fly
on the large side, we have the Moosefly, think of a horsefly, then double it’s size, roving irritable bands of Mooseflies (Band name!) have been known to carry off small children, and if you wake up in the morning and find one of your horses or cows completely drained of vital Bodily Fluids, it’s not Aliens, or even Commies, it’s Mooseflies
Well, yeah, but I was hoping if I didn’t acknowledge that person then it wouldn’t have happened. No go, eh?
<shudder>
chilled Merlot. Two words that do not go together. And I’m not a Wine Snob or anything. Seriously. I know wine like my dog knows how to win at Doom3 - not at all.
But dayum, even I know that Merlot should not be iced.
Guess I’ll have to thank PastorBrother for giving me a brief edjumication in wine-drinking.
Down here we have a Darth Vadar horsefly. I’m not making this up. It’s huge and its’ BLACK!!! :eek: I have never been bitten by one but just the sight is enough to make one swoon. (Looks like they got em in Michigan, too.)
There’s also a yellow colored deerfly which leaves a wound that itches for at least six months. Stupit deerfly.
And least but not last, we have the lovely “no-see-um” which is so freaking small you don’t notice it till it bites you with it’s GREAT BIG TEETH!! :mad:
Oh how I hate deerflies! We used to live beside a wetland preserve - grew some mighty hungry deerflies in there. Add that to the list of things I don’t miss about Florida.
I’m sorry - I didn’t mean for my mention of flies to kill the thread so soon. Let’s go back to talking about gnomes we have loved. Or lawn flamingoes. Or gazing balls.
Did I mention that I gave one of my gazing balls to my mom? I have a purple one left - anyone who shows up can have it! I’ll even autograph it! Such a deal!
One of my friends has a gazing ball that is a reformed bowling ball. No, really. One of those marbley ones. Looks kind of nice, if you like that sort of thing.
I just knew you could get a gnome before the season was out, Rue. So, what does s/he look like? (Are there girl gnomes?) I think a picture of Brody growling suspiciously at the gnome is in order.
Yes, Puggy, they have icky horseflies in Michigan, but I think only in the Upper Peninsula. Never heard of Mooseflies. I don’t want to, either.
Oh, and car troubles; I hate car troubles. Last time my (now ex-)car died on me, it was at the end of a freeway exit. Those people with all the A’s got there VERY QUICKLY since I wasn’t exactly in a safe spot. (Although a kind person stopped and pushed my car to the side.) And then one of my friends drove by, saw me, and gave me a ride. So that was something that worked out pretty much according to the title of the MMP.
I’ve gotten a haircut and had dinner with friends…and now I should work, but I’m tired, so I think that instead I’ll sleep and get up really early. Doesn’t that sound better? I thought so.
GT