Happy Birthday FCM…sorry, all out of chocolate. Except for pudding. Does fat-free Jell-o chocolate pudding count? There are several in the fridge if you’re interested. Help yourself.
Names: My first name isn’t common, but easy to pronounce and spell; last name is common and easy to spell. Distinctive middle name that I never use. Coulda been pretty easily shafted, however: great-grandmas included Bertha and Clementina, grandmas were Isabelle and Mercedes, great aunts included Etelvina, Virginia and Madeleine. The big winner in the name department was my great-aunt Orpha who was married to my grandpa’s brother. She was a REALLY sweet lady, but I always felt kinda sorry for her. Who would name a poor innocent baby girl “Orpha”?
Homebrew: I work with a James Williams, but he’s a Jim, so he’s probably not you.
Lissla: I thought you seemed awfully quiet last week. Also, I really like your name.
Did someone mention a new kitten? ::Goes back to look at pictures in multiple recent cute kitten threads (hint, hint):: Awwww.
We need pics to properly appreciate your kitten. Kittens are wonderful and perfect. Except when they puke or pee on your stuff or wake you up over and over and over…
Rice krispy square time!
I just wanted to mention that I’m posting here at 4:40AM. I woke up an hour ago and couldn’t fall back to sleep, then realized that I forgot to pay some bills last night. So I got up and wrote a few checks, and since I was awake and sitting next to the computer… well, here I am. The alarm will go off at 5, and my sweetie and I will officially begin our day. Meanwhile, all my MMP buds get a pre-day greeting!
I resisted the urge to buy Little Debbie’s Swiss Rolls last night. I didn’t even go down that aisle. I said to myself as I passed the aisle, “I defy you Little Debbie’s Swiss Rolls! I shall not be overcome by your siren call of temptation!” Maybe I shoulda said it outloud. It would’ve given other people something to talk about. “Honey, you’ll never believe this! There was this burly man in the grocery store yellin’ at the Little Debbie’s Swiss Rolls!” I say spread a little joy whenever you can.
I’m making a beef roast in the crock pot with carrots and onions for supper. When I get home I’ll make some garlic smashed taters and I think, some corn bread. Guess who’s coming over to spend the night tonight?
100% rain, except for the frozen puddles Sunday morning. Ice storms are very cool looking, but I hate them most of all.
Channel 13 has some very babe-ly reporterettes, but they also have some on-air staff that will never be invited to membership in a brain trust. David Alan (the anchor), the blond chick that does all the medical stuff. The uber-tall weatherman is the worst of the lot.
She’s not tall, her head is freakishly misproportioned - something I point out to the Factotrix every chance I get (usually Sunday mornings watching the 6 am news on perpetual rerun.) And watch the blonde’s eyes next time she’s on. She doesn’t blink when she’s on camera.
If I want intelligent news reporting, I go to CNN (non Headline News) or the newspaper. If I want to be entertained by pretty girls trying to say words with several syllables, I watch Channel 13.
Good mawnin, evrabody!!!
I never developed any kind of yen for snack cakes that I recall. Guess I lucked out on that. I DO remember that there were always homemade cupcakes and cookies around. And always a dessert for supper. Lots of puddin’…the kind you had to heat and stir for forever till it got thick. Mmmmmmmm, Butterscotch puddin’! Oh, and instant or fat-free? Fagedaboudit!
My mother’s name is Constance Mae. My dad is John Joseph but he’s always been called Jack. Jack was one of the names I considered for Lil Lestat[sup]TM[/sup] but got vetoed on.
My ex, The Klingon, cheated on me with a barmaid whose given name was Patricia. But she wasn’t called Patty, or Tricia or none of those other nicknames for Patricia. No, everybody called her “Bo Bo” and she liked it. :rolleyes: Well, there’s no accountin’ for taste.
I have a cousin who was christened Elizabeth Ann but the entire family calls her Lizanne (or Lizard on occasion).
I’m makin chicken tonite. I saw a recipe using parmesan cheese, powdered Italian salad dressing and garlic powder in a magazine while I was waiting to get my hairs trimmed. It looked pretty good. We’ll make some yaller rice to go with it. I likes me some yaller rice.
Kalley is upset because we aren’t carrying on over her kitty and I’m upset cause nobody seems to like my country song. I’d try to work kittens into a country song but I think the only animals that are ok for country songs are huntin’ dawgs and horses. Besides I don’t think Floydean Earlene sounds like the type who would have a cute cuddly kitten.
HA! I thought I was the only one who got caught up in how people look and act when reporting the news. Ever notice that Peter Jennings has a tanned face and white eyelids. Too much tanning salon ya think? Oh, and that dude who does the McNeil Leher report (I forget which one he is) has the blackest evilest looking eyes I’ve ever seen. He creeps me out.
Oh, yeah, and kalley, please PLEASE tell us all about your new kitty.
Yeah yeah yeah… a day late and a dollar short. But I got a really good excuse er um reason for that. Snow and Kitchen Destruction!
Now if you wanna talk names mine is pretty normal. Katherine. And I’ve always been called Kathy. ALWAYS. So when a teacher called roll on the first day of school and decided I was Katie naturally I did not answer. She asked who didn’t get called. I raised my hand and told her my name. She said “I did call you, Katie.” I explained I had never been called Katie in my life and wasn’t a Katie. Got my first F in that class I did yessiree bob!
My brother ended up a Philip. I call him Pip because I hate him. (I got one hit on the MP reference in the MMP from last week I will give you all the benefit of the doubt but this SP reference is gonna get ignored too) Philip with one L. I cannot tell you how many teachers tried to make him spell his name with 2 Ls. He was supposed to be named Scott Harold except my parents changed their minds at the hospital. I never told the class this as they worked really hard making those welcome to the world cards for him. On a funny note the running joke was that he would be named Euripedes Horatio Poindexter. The child was 4 before he learned his name wasn’t “Ribbie.”
Parallax’s great great grandfather was named Mitro. If our second child was a girl we were going to name her Anastasia after Mitro’s wife but we just couldn’t saddle the boy with Mitro as a name. Sorry Mitro.
Swampy, I’m guessing that a country music talent scout is coming over to dinner.
Floydean Earlene would be a good kitty name, if somebody had a new one that they wanted to talk about.
(As a person, Floydean Earlene would be a 5-and-dime vamp! I can see her leaning on the counter now, doing her nails and looking at you sort of sideways, hair piled high.)
I posted in the original thread yesterday. The internet picked Saturday morning to die, so I didn’t have any web fun until Monday morning.
It all went well, I’m seeing 20/20 now. It was remarkably fast and simple. The procedure took all of 10 minutes. I spent more time being nervous in the waiting room than I did getting zapped.
Laundry day today. I was going to bake bread, too, but I’m thinking of going to dance class tonight and there won’t be enough time. I should also do some supplementary grocery shopping when I go to get change for laundry.
I’m going to roast a couple of chickens. We’ll spend the next week trying to get them eaten up. I will need leftover roast chicken recipes.
Driving Husband and Quasi-Daughter went to the opera on Saturday (during a huge blizzard) and Driving Husband had a revelation: goth music lyrics and opera lyrics are pretty much the same. It’s all ‘My-love-left-me-I’m-gonna-stab-myself-with-this-pointy-piece-of-glass’ stuff. Now he feels all dignified and classical about his music taste.
I know! Usually we’re so focussed and issue-oriented. This time around it’s just madness!
The local FOX station has a 10 o’clock news broadcast. Sometimes it’s fun to try to decide whether the on-air crew has been drinking or if it’s the TelePrompter guys. Usually it’s the on-airs.
Soupo’s middle name is “Phillip”, 'Nookie. We splurged and got him that extra “l” even though the “official” way to spell it is with just one. Yeah, it cost a little more for the custom job, but I think it was worth it.
