“Join me, VunderBob and together we can rule the board as father and son(-in-law)!”
And vb, you did out from that ice storm this weekend? I was watching Channel 13, (big big crush on that one girl reporter Vanessa) and I swear that the line between nothing (what I got) and a s***load of messy frozen rain (what you got) was at the HRBT. I ate a whole box of Little Debbie Boston Creme Rolls watching the weather this weekend.
Names, oh yeah. Um, I’m named after my mom and dad. At least I think that’s the origin of the name Michael Patrick (my dad is Michael Joseph Jr., and my mom is named Patricia.)
No, No, Sweetie Pie, Honey Bunch, Mon Petite Chou, What I meant was that these were lower echelon Goos, leftover, discarded, discounted :eek: candy. Such thing should never pass your dainty lips, my dear. I took the bullet for you, you see? I was only thinking of you, my pet.
Did anybody ever see little Debbie’s cooking show? It was on FoodTV for a little while IIRC. Words fail me in trying to describe it, or her.
It was Sunday. Jan 23. 1/23. Actually, 1/23/54. Had it been 1/23/45, it wound have required my mom to give birth at age 11, and that’s just too creepy to contemplate.
Brownies are good, tho. I need to buy some cocoa so I can make some.
I’m with you on this. If I introduce myself as “James” - which I always do - then that’s what I want to be called. Not “Jim” or “Jimmy” or “Jimbo”. I will not respond to those, so don’t even try it.
I would give you the recipe for the brownies I made, because they honestly were the best brownies I’ve ever had, but the recipe is from a very recently published cookbook, and I don’t want to violate the copyright here. So - go see if you can get the King Arthur Flour Cookie Companion out of the library - the recipe I made is the On-the-Fence Brownies.
Ha! I love it! The whole joy of my Swiss Cake Roll experience was that my husband talked me into them at the grocery store one day and I had forgotten all about them. So when I found the box it was extra-special. Kind of like winning the lottery, you might say, except better. Last week I brought one to work with me to have as my 3 o’clock feeding and I made it all the way until 1:38 before I ripped open the package and devoured them without a thought. I especially love the ends, don’t you? I also like it when they’re stuck together so the frosting from one sticks to the other when you pull it apart. Then you have to eat the one with less frosting first and the second one with the extra frosting is even more delightful. These were a tiny bit on the stale side, but they were still awesome.
If it will make you feel better, I will put Swiss Cake Rolls on my grocery list for this evening and buy a box for myself and eat the whole thing. I’ll even think of you when I eat them.
Me, too! Although in my case they are first and middle names. Named after my father, who was named after his father, who was named after his father. I was called Jamie until I was six, at which point I decided that I was a Jim, not a Jamie, and made it stick, too.
My mother’s side of the family runs to old-fashioned names. She is Cecily Ann, and her brother is Forbes (her Dad’s middle name). Her mother was Yvonne, and her mother’s sister was Chloë.
Regarding nicknames, my SIL named her daughter Tara, among other reasons, as a name that couldn’t be turned into a nickname. She was called Tats before she was a month old.
Yeah, well, it’s (more-or-less) Kyra Busbridge now, so I still have an uncommon last name. Now, however, it’s at least easier to dictate. Not difficult to spell at all.
We went to a Chinese buffet for lunch. My Dad’s fortune was “Be nice to pigeons. Someday you will become famous.”
Driving Husband will be here soon, and I haven’t figured out what we’re eating this week. I’ll just drag him around the supermarket for a couple of hours, and buy random weird stuff. If all else fails, I made chocolate peanut butter rice krispy squares yesterday.
People! We have a kitty to talk about, you know! Where’s all the questions, where’s the congratulations, where’s the "perfect now, but just wait until she. . . "?
Maybe I’ll just pretend that she’s a invalid cat and ask for recipes for healthy cat food that even a human would eat. Is that what it’s gonna take? Huh? Huh?
Hostess cupcakes are better than Little Debbie’s stuff. I have fond memories of them from m childhood, and about once a year I try to re-capture them and buy a couple of 'em. They’re horrid, of course, but in such a good, warm-fuzzy feeling way.
The cat, people–don’t ignore the cat!
Bolding mine…meh, I always preferred the Ding Dongs myself. I just loved that all around chocolate covered outside. I hated Twinkees. The cupcakes were okay, and Little Debbies are alright too, but my favorite Little Debbies are those chocolate, peanut butter wafer thingies. Those are good.
I’m not ignoring your cat, she’s ignoring me. That’s what cats do, ignore you until they want food, water, a clean litter box, or your peanut butter cookies. Yes, I have a very strange cat. Your cat will be your bestest friend until you introduce a new pet. Then it will pee in your closet or yak in your shoe just to show you how much you’ve upset it. Trust me, it WILL happen.
Back to the name thing…my first name is Doreen. It’s just so “blah” and old-fashioned. I don’t like my name at all, never have, never will. My last name is now at the front of the alphabet, but my maiden name means “a servant slave”. Humpfh, I guess that’s why I am (aptly) working for the gummint.
With all due respect to your snack cake choices, all are sawdust before the bliss that is TastyKake! Little chocolate donuts, chocolate juniors, butterscotch krimpets, peanut butter kandy kakes… droooool
No, that’s not my name, but how awesome would it be if it was? The only name that could top that would be like: “Nineteen-Twenties-Style Deathray Jones.” Or, like: “Only-Once-In-The-Sixtiesandfor-Twenty-Minutes McMally.”
No, that’s not my name, but how awesome would it be if it was? The only name that could top that would be like: “Nineteen-Twenties-Style Deathray Jones.” Or, like: “Only-Once-In-The-Sixtiesandfor-Twenty-Minutes McMally.”
Ooops. How did that happen? I hit post, but it took me back to the reply screen.
There are strange doings afoot at the Straigth Dope Message Boards! I must solve this mystery… or slack off, and froget about it. Yeah, I’ll do that second one.
