I have to concur with swampy. Champagne whilst nekkid in a tub with someone else who is nekkid, that you want to be nekkid with is just the cats meow! I’m glad Mr. Anachi doesn’t lurk here or I could be in trouble for spilling the, erm, champagne.
I just heard from The Princess[sup]TM[/sup] that my ex-MIL has passed away. She was a very nice lady. How she gave birth to the Klingon I’ll never know. Princess is quite upset. It’s a sad day all around.
taters my prayers and good thoughts, too.
What???!!! That’s just nuts! You should write up a list of everything you need a computer to do, and how much time you’re wasting when you have to find a computer when you need one. I don’t like it when IT people try to tell you what you need. I get along fine with our IT people, and sometimes they do know best, but sometimes they’re just wrong. I couldn’t work without a computer. And if you don’t have a computer, you can’t visit the Straight Dope, and that just won’t do.
Taters, I hope your Dad’s okay. I’ll be thinking healing thoughts.
Rue, that nipple wrench sounds kinda painful. I should warn Missus Rue to not let you get one, ever. She’d probably regret it.
Have you tried Mt. Dew, diet or otherwise with a little Southern Comfort splashed in? It’s pretty dang good. I knew a guy once who would drink a 2-liter of a 50/50 mix of Mt. Dew and SoCo. A liiiiiittle too strong for me.
{b}Taters**, that’s why I tried Buck Naked Beer. Well, that and the graphic on the box for the 6-pack. 
Useta be able to get a brand called Bad Frog, too, which wasn’t bad at all, but the logo was great. A frog, grinning and giving you the finger. I mean, come ON, I just HAD to buy some!
Well, well, well. And I can’t code worth a dang, evidently. Sheesh. Everyone please pretend that Taters’ name is bolded up there in my previous post instead of dealing with stupid curlybrackets. :rolleyes:
Suddenly, I feel so USEFUL!
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Probably need to stay away from anglecocks, too.
Probably one of the most surreal moments of my life was back at Purdue in Thermodynamics class, and the curvy blond TA was discussing flundamentals of fluids, and kept referring to ‘head’ (a term meaning fluid pressure). She got quite pissed off when all the guys in the class couldn’t keep a straight face.
Back from running around 2 counties. Sweetie got his neck stuck - he’s not happy. It could take a day or two to know whether the steroids did the trick. I got my blood drawn - the tech was good - she got it first time. I’m a tough stick - really lousy veins. Then I had to pee in a cup. Then we went to lunch, and not a moment too soon. (Yes, I washed my hands first)
I also got my van back - after $305 worth of work, I have machined brake drums, adjusted brakes, and repacked/resealed front bearings. Gotta baby the van - it’s got just over 163K miles, and I want it to make it at least to 200K. Whatever it takes, within reason. Once repairs approach monthly car payment amount and frequency, it’ll be time to shop for another.
Oh, and I have a toolbox all my own! I no longer have to go to the basement and look for a screwdriver or pliers. I threatened to paint them all pink, lest they migrate back to his tool drawers and cabinets. We shall see. But for now, I’ve got what I need at hand!
I didn’t say you was a wine snob Swampy, I was jest teasin’.
Living in Orygun’s wine country like I do, I kinda hafta know sumpthin’ about wine, so I learned some things, but I’d much rather have a beer any day. When I do drink wine though, I like the German sorts of wines, Reisling, Mueller Turgou(sp?) and like that. I also like fruit wines, so shoot me.
Taters Good thoughts for your dad. My dad and I didn’t get along for most of my life, but I sure missed him after he died. Give him a hug for us, okay? Your dad that is. Hugging my dad now would be just…creepy.
Oh yeah, about my weekend: Saturday we took the truck over to the cabin 'cause we knew the grass was really, really high, and we don’t have garbage service over there, also we carried along the weed-wacker. When we got there the grass was over 3 feet tall! :eek: I weed-wacked it down while Wife went to the store and video store and fixed us some victuals. Then we watched a movie which I can’t even remember.
Sunday I got out the old mower we keep over there and mowed the yard, then we raked up six big black bags of grass, to carry home.
We had a coupon from our favorite restaurant over there for a free dinner for my birthday, so we went to dinner there.
We had Dungeness crab beignets for an appetizer, then I had a big pork chop with a port wine sauce (I think) and veggies, and Wife had a steak. It was tres yum!
Then we went back to the cabin and watched Vera Drake. It was a ‘Movie-with-a-message’. Not a cheerful message either. When you go to see a ‘Movie-with-a-message’ you can pretty much count on it not being a cheerful message.
Except Disney movies, which have these crappy cheerful messages that aren’t true. I mean, I could wish upon a star till I was blue in the face, and a '63 corvette is NOT gonna appear in my driveway. No way.
Anyway, that’s when we drank the bottle of Muscat, while watching Vera Drake. The move was very well acted though, and deserved it’s Oscars. (It won some Oscars, right?)
Yesterday we came back home, and went to see Batman Begins at the local theater. It was pretty good, but a little hard to follow in parts. And I wish this fad of ‘shakey-camera-effects’ would play out. It ain’t cool, or artsy, or whatever the idiot who chose it thought it is. It’s just DAMN ANNOYING!
Were they able to keep anything straight? :innocent smilie:
A friend of mine would add Jack Daniels to Mt. Dew. He called them Dew Balls. Not being a JD (or any whiskey for that matter) I took his word for it that they were good.
As for me, I pretty much stick to beer. I will have wine with a “for special” dinner/meal, but don’t know much about the specifics of wine. Except for having real Italian Chianti with those types of dinner. And the bottle has got to have that straw basket around it.
Taxi, I thought you were taking that job with the non-profit. But now you said something about looking for another job? Did I miss something in your history?
And Taters, best wishes from me too for yer Paw.
Fluid mechanics. Head. I remember those classes too. But we had a guy Navy officer teach it, so it wasn’t near as fun.
Prayers headed out, Taters.
Today I have cleaned the kitchen. Well, tidied. And I’m about to sear some lamb, and then stew it with garlic and rosemary and beans. Driving Husband is probably taking me to Costco because we need more Costco stuff, and I’m taking him out for dinner, probably to an Armenian restaurant for shawarma and hummus. Yum!
Tonight I am meeting Attacks Things Randomly Husband up at his work (he finishes at 11:30) and then walking home. This is a big deal because I live in the south east part of the city, and he’s working up in the north central bit. Well, medium north. It’ll be about a four hour hike home, walking briskly.
We’ve been meaning to do this for a while, and we have to get it done this week, because his girlfriend (with whom he’s patched things up. That’s terrible grammar, somehow) is visiting for three weeks starting next week, and she’s from one o’them Amuuurrrican place where people don’t know they gots feet, so they don’t walk none. Anyway, she’s not up to inner-city hiking.
I will be tired tomorrow, and for Sunspace and other Torontonians’ benefit, we’ll be walking from Davisville station to Vic Park and Queen.
Snakescatslady-Umm, “some of them have horses and mules that do it with them. How in the world do they talk the mules into that?”
Bribes? Sweet talk?
She’s absolutely correct. Feet are for displaying pretty shoes. Like walls are for hanging artwork, see?
Your dad is going to be just fine Taters. The MMP insists!
Today I’m rewiring that lamp and I made crab and pasta salad for lunch. Don’t tell anyone, but I had a beer with it. Oh wait, I’m not at work, it’s okay! So was the beer, well Double Chocolate Stout actually, which you wouldn’t think would be good, but is.
To go with that bottle of Buck Naked, you could also get Dead Guy Ale, which has a little dead guy right on the label. Pretty sure it doesn’t contain any actual dead guy pieces, which I think you should check with the Buck Naked. I don’t think having nekkid people swim in your beer is good. But then I’m crazy that way.
I had an Uncle who went swimming ina vat of whiskey onct. See he worked at a distillery, and fell into one of the open vats. Some of the other guys tried to pull him out, but he fought 'em off, and so he drowned.
I love that joke.
Thanks for all the good wishes and thoughts re: my dad, folks. They are much appreciated. I’m keeping a positive outlook on the whole deal.
We’ve got thunderboomers and lightning going on around here. Yesterday, 80 degrees and sunny, today this.
My 'puter here at work seems to be somewhat FUBARRED today. I can’t send or receive e-mails, I seem to have synchronization issues, and the tech people can’t auto remote it either. So, I have to wait for one of them to come up and see me. It’s all very annoying cause the boss wants stuff sent to him via e-mail and I can’t do it. Grrrrrrrrr…
Tonight is the daughter’s first formal dance, so last night I gave her pedicure so her tootsies look elegant in her little strappy slides. When I go home this evening, I’ll fix her hair all up and put a little make-up on her. Not much, just a tad to bring out her eyes with a touch of lip gloss.
Well, better try and do something constructive now.
So, Swampy, what do you fill your pool with?
I have successfully grocery shopped, and had dinner. Now I will have a nap.
Gnome sounds quite charming, Rue. Good to know there are lady gnomes.
More good thoughts and prayers for your Dad, Taters.
Wow…sounds like a long (but interesting) walk, Lissla. I go for longish (over an hour) walks pretty regularly, but four hours is impressive, I think. I’ll look forward to the story…
I periodically drink beer or wine. I’m pretty snobbish about beer. Not so much about wine. I don’t swim in either medium, however.
Not much to report here. Finished Birth of Venus. Going to bed now - it’s been a stressful week so far - I’m living for Saturday.
GT
Well, the daughter is off to her first formal dance now. She looks stunning, if I do say so myself.
I came home, washed her hair (don’t ask, she always has problems getting the conditioner rinsed out completely). She wanted to wait for my friend to come over and help beautify her, but my friend was still at work. So, I fixed her hair. When I was done with her hair, I received the ultimate compliment from her. She said, “We didn’t need Cheryl or her fancy curling irons, Mom. My hair looks awesome! Thanks so much!” This is very high praise indeed from a 15 and a half year old. Next, we proceeded to put on a little eyeshadow, mascara, and a very light shade of lipstick with a coat of gloss on the top. I was amazed at how grown-up and beautiful she looked. She’s an all natural kinda gal, so this was the first time she has ever worn make-up. I think she’s beautiful anyway (of course, I’m her Mom). She has eyelashes to die for without mascara.
After the requisite picture taking, I took her to meet her friends at the coffee shop near my house. When my daughter stepped out of the car, all of her friends just positively squealed with delight and their mother’s practically did too. Everyone complimented her dress, wrap, hair and make-up. I came home told the hubby that our daughter had the prettiest dress by far. Later on, I’ll download the pictures I took and post a link to one of them.
The dance is over at 11:00 pm and she’s going to stay the night with her friend. She has strict instructions to call us when she returns from the dance.
Frankly, I wish I was a little fly on the wall so I could see her at the dance. She actually told me she was a little excited about it.
Okay, I’ve probably bored you all to tears with all my motherly bragging and stuff. I’ll stop now.
On to beer…one of my all time favorites is Oatmeal Stout. I’m kinda snobby about my beer. I’ll drink Bud, but only if there’s nothing else available and I really, really, really want a beer. For that matter, I’m a bit snobby about my coffee too. As for wine, well, I know what I like, but I’m certainly no expert in that area.
Well, I better take care of some laundry now.
Arrggh! I just CANNOT believe this! I went to download the pictures I took of my daughter tonight and THEY ARE NOT ON THE DAMN CARD! I do not understand this, I just emptied the stupid card a couple of days ago.
Well, I’m just going to have to fix her all up again and take pictures of her tomorrow or the next day.
I am so disappointed and Mr. Taters is slightly miffed with me.
Nekkid burly men as often as possible. And water.
Taters that mean ol’ camera! I’ve had that happen to me too. I found out it was because the card wasn’t all the way in properly. It was just enough to make the camera think it was but not quite enough to actually have any photos recorded (or whatever it is) on it. Stoopid camera. Stoopid card. Stoopid me for figuring out a way to do that.
I had fun last night. That’s all I’m sayin’ about it.