beckwall, just build a chateau for Rue to store Bettie in and everything will be fine.
GT
No, no, zee Bettie, she go in a chapeau, not a chateau, Clousseau!
Well, I can be described as many things but big and burly are definitely not two of them. But if we should happen to meet, just please remember to stop hugging when you hear bones crunching.
I wonder if Kallesa and Rue were separated at birth?
I am drinking some wine so I will drink a toast to Badger.
I noticed Beckwall had to get nominated and seconded, and last week Hillkat got noticed and welcomed but I just sort of sidled in here one day and started posting. Am I here illegally then? 
Did you make a big deal of being a MMP newbie? If not, you’re just accepted as one of the crowd. Of course, if you want to stand up above the crowd, you make an offering of fine chocolates. At least I’ll always remember you! 
Well, I could offer fine chocolates as long as I don’t actually have to follow through and give them up to someone. 
I once tried to send chocolate to a friend, but I kept putting off mailing the package, then I finally had to rip open the box and eat the chocolate. It was a PMS emergency. Fortunately, I never told that friend I was going to put chocolate in the box.
Speaking of food, I would like to plug my new junk food treat habit. Triscuit Nachos! I use the cheddar cheese Triscuits and put a little salsa on them and then top with some shredded cheese and nuke for about 30 seconds or until the cheese melts. Yum.
I’m simmering sauce for some Amurcan lazagna (no ricotta cheese or sausage, ground beef and cheddar, with mozorella (of course) instead). The orginal recipe called for canned (jarred?) spaghetti sauce and velveeta, so I’ve classed it up quite a bit. I did cheat with a starter jar of organic tomato basil sauce, but only because I don’t have all day to simmer the sauce so starting semi-seasoned seemed sensible. It’s only for me, anyway, for compant, I simmer all day.
Rue and I may have been separated at birth, or, due to multiple trips through time, he could be both my grandfather and my mother, or I may be his sister, cousin and grandmother (all at the same time). Once you start going back and forth in time and meeting your relatives before you were around for them to be related to, it gets a little complex. Sometimes it’s best to just stick with another species, or live in one of the universes where sex doesn’t exists (which is most of them before about 1970, Heinlein excepted).
For all the newbies–welcome and welcome again. It will take a while to sort us all out, but, in addition to Rue being the master of ceremonies, FCM getting chocolates, swampbear liking them big and burly (and not being shy about telling us all about them, well, him, now) and Lissla, Tupug and Wintermute being as sexy as can be, there’s me, the resident Noel Coward/Flip Wilson wannabe. Other than being prepared for my wonderfully sly and witty puns, just remember that I get the brawny guys. That’s right–if they’re burly, swampy has first dibs, and I get the brawny ones. I’m a dame, and I’m sexy as sin.
Oops, gotta go, Judge Judy is on.
I dunno, but it might be a good idea to separate them now.
Ah! Good times, good times.
Of course, I myself was missing during some of Rue’s and Bettie’s later adventures. Who knew that the Raglans considered licorice a ‘dangerous substance’? Fortunatly they build their umm correctional facilities out of plastic, and they seemed unaware that Human gastric acid is, indeed, acid. It took a little while, but I was eventually able to effect my ‘release’. Had to have my esophogus relined after that though.
Merrily, sorry 'bout your furry friend.
Hey! Kallessa’s back. (and her front too!) Yay!
That would be a ganache for Rue, a gaucho for Swampy.
Yeah, but they don’t have a chandelier on it’s way to their house. :eek: OOPS! Was that supposed to be a surprise?
And I would be the old guy in the corner, muttering to himself.
Ow ow ow. I am going to hurt all over tomorrow. I spent from 3 until 9 shoveling (with a few hot chocolate breaks) We now have a five-foot tall hollowed-out snow mound surrounded by a 4 1/2 foot crenelated (sp?) wall. It was great fun. We couldn’t decide if we were building to increase the glory of the Fatherland, protect the Communist state, beat back the Huns and Mongols, or expand Caesar’s empire. So we went back and forth between accusations of anti-State insubordination and godless heathen treason.
If anyone attacks his back yard shed he’ll be perfectly ready to defend it, provided they attack before it gets warm.
I am all buff from my exercise. I will now totter off in the direction of a hot bath and bed.
And, I’m one wearing leather armor, and an iron helmet, swinging the axe about.
Well, shoot, I’m just sitting here in jeans and a t-shirt!
I’m eating popcorn, too.
It actually has a lot to do with what kind of underwear you are, or aren’t, wearing. It’s a bit more complicated than that, actually, but without getting into how we know, let’s just say you’ve passed with flying colors.
Oh, Bumbazine’s comment reminded me: this weekend we had to drive to Hudson. It’s sort of in the middle of nowhere in the county north of us. Lots of large, open fields, houses with too much property and not enough landscaping, horses, cows… you get the picture. Kind of nice, we saw lots of large birds, including a wild turkey, some sandhill cranes and the ever present osprey. But most importantly, one of these big hacienda type places had a tree fort/clubhouse thing in the front yard. And suspended over the top, hanging from a large tree, was a huge chandelier. It was ugly, and didn’t have any crystal or glass, just the frame, but it was definitely an outdoor chandelier, hanging like the sword of Damocles over that fort. Heaven knows why.
Hrmph. Nobody took notice of MY underwear. OR offered me chocolate. But Shibb sat on my potluck offering, so I think it’s all good.
So sorry to hear of Badger’s passing. When I was young and wild, a group of my friends and I would get stoopid and kidnap a pair of my cousin Greg’s sweatpants - it’s important to know here that Greg is about 6’4" tall and 300 pounds, and the rest of us were smallish - and we’d take turns putting on the pants and then dropping our communal ferret, Cassidy, in the pants with us. Then we’d start the timer. Whoever could withstand the Ferret-In-The-Pants torture longest didn’t have to pay for his/her beer that weekend.
I didn’t cook this weekend except for the WryGuy’s birthday meatloaf. We went out to an Irish pub for dinner Saturday and ate leftover everything in the fridge yesterday. But the WryGuy made me VERY VERY happy - he took out a home improvement loan and I can FINALLY decorate the house we bought 6 years ago. Yay for new flooring! Yay for new drapes! Yay for fresh paint and an extrabig YAY for NO MORE CRAPPY MYLAR WALLPAPER IN THE LAUNDRY ROOM!
Any waffles left?
You should make me a flan. I just don’t get enough flan anymore.
Ssssssssexy! The popcorn is just the right accessory to finish your “look”.
Hey! Guess what! Soupo’s sick! Yay! After getting off school Friday and then again yesterday, now he’s sick. That means he won’t be there for the Spring Class Picture and I won’t be able to take little Katcha to the library for Storytime. It’s very sad really.
What horrid, foul, disease that took four days to manifest itself did Soupo pick up at the germ factory? :eek:
beckwall I like my gouchos big and burly. I’m sayin’ cause I know it’s easier to make one if you know the specs up front. Shipping Homebrew to me is also ok. ACBG and he would be a nice starter set for a harem.
Ok, I forget stuff, so who’s from around Seattle here? I’m asking cause I’m coming to Seattle in May. May 16-20 to be exact. For work. I’ve never been to Seattle. I’m kinda excited, even though I gotta work. I don’t have travel plans worked out just yet cause I just got word early this morning that it’d be for a whole week as opposed to three days which is what the whole thing started out to be yesterday. I’m guessing it’ll be a fly out on Sunday and fly back on the following Saturday thing. So, any of you Seattleans (ites?) wandering around in here, get busy planing the parade and festival.
merrily I toasted Badger several times last night and danced to Badger, Badger, Mushroom in his honor. A certain somebody thinks I have just lost my mind because of it. I consider that to be gravy.
Morning, everyone! Any waffles left?
I should go to the library after work. Originally we were going to take Driving Husband out for dinner, but one of Mr. Lissar’s oldest friends is leaving for Taiwan on Thursday, and his going-away party is tonight. So I’ll phone Driving Husband and ask if he wants to go out with only me. If not, he and many of my other husbands will do his party tomorrow while I’m at work.
I thought standard food bringing etiquette for all SDMB gatherings was pie? Now I’m stuck with 16 frozen crusts, a sizeable amount of chocolate mint pastry cream, and of course, no cookies.
Hopefully Rue’s little one does not have the same bug that attacked young miss Striker over the weekend, causing a Sunday evening ER visit due to about to burst eardrums, but given are fairly close proximity, it is conceivable.
Click of Attention Whores, or CAWfor short…which is what we do a lot of around here. We’re all about CAW! CAW! CAWING!!
Oh, you just reminded me! One of the days I was driving out to the hospital to visit Grampy, I saw about twenty wild turkeys grazing in a pasture right next to the road. So much for being wild turkeys.
Awwwwwwwww, blush! But yes, yes I am sexy as all get out. :o And, you, madam, are not a wannabe. You are a there! So there! 
(Newbies, take note: As swampy says, you must follow a “so there” with a winkie. It’s a rule.)
Tupug (You Can’t Touch This! Ssssssst!!)
Ok, one more time. So There! is followed by a :p. How many time do I gotta explain this? Got it? Good! So There!
Wild turkeys are way cool. I once had two in my front yard. They gobbled at me when I walked out to get my mail. Then they left. I guess I was a rest stop. It was cooler than the cow that was in my front yard once.
Yep! I live in an interesting neighborhood.
Don’t worry, we can put the pie on the waffles.
Shoot, all this time I wondered if Soupo was a poster here, I just now realized why Rue De Day calls his offspring Soupo and Katcha. :smack: I’m usually much quicker on the uptake.