And the bumbazines, don’t forget the bumbazines.
Huh, I don’t understand this statement. Weeding + finished?
It just doesn’t compute.
We drank a bottle of Muscat last night, is that alright by you Swampy?
We were at the cabin to mow our forest. I’ll tell you about it tomorrow. Gotta go eat now, and then we’re gonna go see Batman Begins. Toodles.
Okay, okay, the weeding is finished for at least a week or two. Is that better? Maybe I have a magical weeding touch and the weeds are to scared to dare to try and grow back in my garden, because you know, I just put the wrath of Taters on them. I’m a scary kinda person that way. Didja think of that, huh? I’m going to think that anyway, because I hate weeding. I wish I could just hire me a gardner, but I don’t make that kinda moolah. As Swampy said earlier, le sigh…
I did not drink any wine this weekend, however, white Zinfindel is just…blech. I’m a red wine kinda gal, and I prefer a cabernet sauvignon. I did try a Syrrah (?sp) from the Columbia Winery and it was very, very tasty. I DO NOT chill or ice my red wines; that’s just a crime against good grapes.
During my weeding adventures yesterday, I noticed that one of my garden gnomes was face down in the dirt. I think the other gnome kicked him. Did I pick up my fallen gnome, you ask? No, I did not. I don’t know why.
FCM, you can stop twitching now about the placement of my TV. The hubby finally centered the TV. He actually did this a couple, three weeks ago, but I forgot to tell you. I’m sure I’ve put your mind completely to rest now.
Well, my boss was in very fine spirits today. He was in an outstanding mood and seemed genuinely glad to be back and to see us. I was actually very glad to see him back. He did call me in to his office and wanted to be brought up to speed and what I had been doing during his absence and any issues that had arisen. He had many questions and I answered them. He also gave me a to-do list so he can be brought up to speed on where we are with referrals, unappointed patient reconciliations, and schedule releases for the past five months. Schedules are supposed to be out six weeks in advance so patients can be booked. Unfortunately, this does not always occur in certain clinics or depts. It’s improved vastly since we’ve started tracking it.
I told the boss that I had probably exceeded my authority by riding our admin officers about their schedule release stats. The boss did not seem too concerned about my doing that.
I need to fix up some dinner now. The hubby wants beefy lipton onion burgers and mac and cheese. Go figure…
Bumba! Before I forget; did you see where a bar of soap sold for 18,000 smackers? You could really cash in. All you need is famous people who’ve been liposucked. I mean, who wouldn’t want to wash with a bar of their favorite celebrity?
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEWWWWWWWWWWWW! That’s just nasty.
My thoughts exactly. ::tries UNSUCCESSFULLY to erase image::
GT
Oh it won’t erase, you’ll have to wash it off. With Selebrity Soap[sup]TM[/sup]!
Also Taters, I don’t think that gnome was kicked. They’re notorious drunks and he was probably just passed out after too much elderberry wine. Check his breath.
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The name of the event Rue attended is a RENDEZVOUS. I grew up in a family that did this all the time. Back in the old fur trapping days, once a year the ol’ trappers would come down out of the mountains and meet up with the fur buyers at a pre-designated spot. Friendship was one of those spots. The buyers would buy the furs from the trappers there. The trappers, now flush with cash would then avail themselves the services of the various traders that came along. They would buy provisions and, most importantly, party like no one parties today.
The NMLRA and other organazations hold these Rendezvous throughout the country. Some try to be faithful reenactments of the old Rendezvous, with modern items such as pop cans, watches, etc banned from the sites. Others are much more forgiving, allowing anything. (Even allowing “Tin Tipis” otherwise known as camper trailers.) The renactments try to capture american life prior to the 1840’s. The comparison to the SCA is a good one, although the buckskinners get to play with real, functional weapons.
Swampy I’m agast! I drank White Zin at Swampfest 2005, and you said not one word. Had I known it bothered you I would have gladly switched to Arbor Mist Peach 
Glad you’ve got things all symmetrical - I’ve been feeling this disturbance in the universe, but I didn’t want to nag…
And I’m not going to talk about weeding. Maybe later today I’ll get some done. Or not. It’s Doctor Day - my sweetie gets shot in the neck this morning, then I get blood drawn. No eating till the blood is drawn. I expect to be just a little bit grouchy by then. But I can have water. All the water I want. All morning - go me. And we’re dropping my van off at the dealer en route - I’ve got squeeky back brakes. I’m thinking brakes are pretty important, so I’m getting 'em checked out and fixed.
On the more positive side - lunch with my sweetie on a Tuesday - yay!
Eons ago, when dinosaurs roamed the earth and I was working on my first engineering degree, I spent some time working on a tourist railroad. It was fun, and a whole lot more work than I expected.
The train ran about 6 miles one way on some very ugly track in northeast Indiana, actually not too far from where DogMom lives now. On the day of this story, it was rainy and very muggy, and a swarm of deerflies gathered in the cab of the old steam engine, annoying all of us who were there.
The fireman finally got tired of them. He turned on the drafters, which create a vacuum in the boiler to make the fire burn hotter. When the air was screaming past the closed firebox doors, he opened them up. The inrush of air sucked in that entire swarm and sent them to the hell they so richly deserved.
Of all the stupid train tricks that I’ve seen over the years, that one was my favorite.
Thanks for the info Mac. They let people just show up and watch like last weekend? Or do they only play amongst themselves usually? And is there’s all sorts of organizations that do this, right? It’s not just one governing body so I can find out about all the Rendezvouses in my area from one central website, is it? (Of course not. That would be too convenient for me.)
Some things I forgot to put in the OP:
I got a program for the day (it was free, or I would have been even more lost) said one of the vendors was selling nipple wrenches! I had to check this out! As it turned out, it was nothing like what I was imagining. It was a tool for muzzle loaders. I almost bought one anyway, just so I could tell people I have a “nipple wrench”. You know, in case they have loose nipples. (The Little Woman was just as glad I didn’t.)
Mom and Dad took this week off and went on vacation. That means Mom wasn’t using her car. Which means I went over to her house and stole it. So even though we’re down one car of our own, I’m not “stuck” in the house. Not that I’m out galavanting in my Mom’s car. Much.
And that gnome. He’s a happy guy. (They do make girl gnomes. One Christmas we got my brother-in-law (not the one that went with me last weekend, the other one) a set of gnomen. A boy and a girl gnome. He proudly displayed them right in his living room. Until my sister “accidentally” broke the boy gnome with her sweeper. (If you know how often my sister actually sweeps, you’d know why this is so suspicious.) The widowed gnome lived out in the flower garden (out back) until she met an unfortunate (and suspicious) end.) About knee high, counting his jaunty gnome hat. He’s holding up a lantern with his right hand, and his left is… in a fist actually. I think the lantern is so he can see you to hit you. But he’s all smiley, and a smiling gnome wouldn’t hit you. Right? Yeah. (Now a smiling Nac Mac Feegle, he’s already hit you. And stolen your wallet.)
He’s not painted. Just bare concrete. I think that’s more classy in statuary. It’s not like the Greeks and romans painted up their statues. Oh wait. Yeah, they did. I remember that from Art History. I guess college wasn’t a waste of my time.
Speaking of concretia and my sister…
One year for Christmas we (all the sibs) got her husband (again) a concrete Elvis head. (He’s a big Elvis fan.) A painted Elvis head. It was lovely.
And we didn’t give it to him at the Family Christmas. Oh no, we were sneakier than that. While they were coming over for Christmas, my brother and I were headed out to their house. Once they left, we put the painted Elvis bust right on their front porch. (We gave my brother-in-law another gift at Family Christmas so as not to be suspicious.) We they got home that night he was quite pleased with Elvis. She was not. It was very funny.
Elvis wound up living in their garage for a while. And then she gave it away to a friend. He went along with the plan because he has to actually live with my sister and that Elvis head… it didn’t make her happy. (Ha!)
FCM today would be a good day to test the limits of an all you can eat lunch buffet, doncha think?
picunurse, Bumba and others who may have been given the impression I am a wine snob, I’m not. I was just apalled that that barbaric Philistine infidel asked for chilled Merlot then, upon learning that could not be done, proceeded to put ice in her glass of Merlot. I’ll bet she eats her main course with a salad fork too. No couth there. As far as gagcoughgag White Zinfandel gagcoughgag goes, it’s fine for people who like it. I’ve even been known to have it on hand at home for those who like it. I am a good host. I mean I even made those gagcoughgag wine spritzers gagcough**gag* those lil ol’ chickies were guzzlin’ down last Friday night. As for me, when it comes to wine, I prefer a nice Merlot or, if I am in the mood for a chilled wine a Chardonnay. Then there is, of course, champaign, which is how God really intended grapes to be used. Other than that, gimme a beer.
I’m going to ACBG’s house after work. I’m making dinner. I’m spending the night. He’ll be able to be home around sixish this evening. Matter of fact, I think I’ll even take off a little early just so I can have dinner ready when he gets there. I am dang determined to spend time with him this evening. We have spent next to no time together at all this past week. I’m gettin’ kinda tense. I need me some ACBG lovin’! That concludes this post’s TMI.
-swampbear (I’m reviewing policies and procedures at work. All fear me right now!)
fcm, I would lurve me a purple gazing ball. I actually prefer gazing balls to gnomes. I expect if I ever get up your way I’ll be able to drop by and relieve you of the purple gazing ball. You still have the chandelier, so it should still be there. 
Good luck with hubbie’s neck stabbing and your arm stabbing.
Celebrity fat soap is just sooooooooo wrong! Imagine! Star Jones Soap. :eek: Rosie O’Donnel soap. :eek: Chris Farley soap. :eek: Oh, my head!!!
I get that people like to don period clothing and rattle around the countryside “re-enacting” historical events. What I don’t get is why they want to sleep in teepees and cook over open fires, and poo in the woods. <snerk> I mean, c’mon, they can’t even keep their beer cold. That’s not my idea of fun. To say nothing of all the skeeters, horseflies, deerflies and mooseflies that would be around. Nah, give me the Holiday Inn on the beach anytime.
Tupug
BEER! Nectar of the gods and all that.
swampy, if you ever go to Michigan and are anywhere near either Gaylord, Auburn Hills, or Grand Rapids, I highly recommend the Big Buck Brewery and Steakhouse. You’ll like their beer. I really liked their Wheat beer and their Raspberry beer isn’t bad.
Or, they do sell bottled now. Their pilsener is (you’ll like this one), Buck Naked Beer. I’ll leave it to your imagination what kind of setting you prefer whilst drinking Buck Naked Beer. It’s good beer.
I’ve never had any BuckNaked Beer but I’ve had beer while buck naked. That’s close.
I don’t think I’ve ever had beer while naked. I’m pretty sure because I’m not a beer drinker. I’m not a wine drinker either. I’m a froo-froo drink drinker - and then maybe 3 to 4 times a year. And when I say 3 or 4 times a year, I mean I drink maybe an inch of a strawberry daiquiri. That’s right - I’m a total lush.
(Just don’t ask me about my Diet Mountain Dew habit).
Kitty goes in tomorrow for surgery. I’m sure she’ll be fine. She’s a cool cat all around. She has the softest fur, and is so sweet - and someday I will post pictures of her. Someday.
Susan
This is not turning out to be a good week. In fact it’s looking like a pretty Bad Week ™. When I got in to work yesterday morning, my computer would not log on to Windows. So I couldn’t use it at all yesterday and had to sit at the spare desk. So today they took out my computer and gave me a dummy terminal on the network. Now I can’t use most of the programs that I use EVERY DAY without going over to one of the interns, kicking them off their computer, and using that. I also have no cd drive and I definitely do need to use one of those regularly. It’s totally unproductive. The boss was not thinking at all and I think the IT guy (with whom I don’t always get along and I think that’s a factor) said that since I screwed up my computer I shouldn’t be allowed another one. The boss went along with it, not realizing how many things I need that require a regular stand-alone computer. This is INSANE. I am so getting ready to find a new job. The pay sucks here, and I’m really really feeling unappreciated (not just because of this).
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OK, enough whining for one day.
I’m with susan_foster. I don’t like alcohol except maybe one mudslide a year (mmm, chocolate and ice cream with a little alcohol). But Diet Mountain Dew is good! 
I’ve had drinks while naked, in the bed, in a bubble bath…that’s as far as I’ll go.
I like the occasional foo-foo drink, but usually, if drinking hard liquor, I like a Kamikaze straight up, or vodka collins, or vodka/oj.
Well, I spoke to my Dad last night and he goes the hospital on Monday. They’re going to do an angioplasty on him, and depending on how severe the damage is to his heart, they’ll either replace or repair his heart valve right then and there. Yeah, good times… 
Mr. Taters would drink Buck Naked Beer, just because he would think the name is funny. I bought him Moose Spit a couple of times.
I don’t want to be at work today, blech. But, I am a good and loyal employee who knows she has taskers to accomplish and will do them. Sigh…I’m such a martyr :rolleyes: Seriously, it’s just less stress for me if I come in, do them, and get them over with. Then I can feel good about coming to work the next day.
Taters prayers and good thoughts are head your dad’s way from south Jawja. Yikes.
Know when a glass of good wine is really, really good? When you’re soaking in a whirlpool bathtub with the jets running. Know when a glass or two of really good champagne is good? When you’re sittin’ in a hot tub nekkid with somebody you wanna be nekkid with. Not that I’ve ever sat in a hot tub nekkid with somebody I didn’t wanna be nekkid with in a hot tub. Margaritas are really good when you’re nekkid in the pool. Beer is good anytime, nekkid or not.
Ok, there was this one time I was nekkid in a hot tub with people I didn’t know at BearBust (look it up) in Orlando. But that was a loooooong time ago.