Hey Rue, if you ever have another boy make sure you call him Ender here.
And going back to last week’s (I think it was last week) topic, both my young’uns lost toothes this week. Lots of ferrying of fairies going on. The Boy had one hangin’ and just yanked it out. He’s tough, 'cept when Soupo socks him. Then he cries, but probably more hurt feelings than hurting. He was fonda Soupo.
I got a futon! I wanted to let everyone know. I even took a pic of it.
I was one of the lucky ones with yesterday off… and I was totally unambitious and spent most of the day watching tv. 
merrily, I’m toasting Badger with water this morning. Sorry, no drinking at work. Maybe I’ll toast him with a cup of coffee in a little while. TaxiDriver’s sister has ferrets so I know how funny and cute they can be. And how heartbreaking it can be when they get sick.
My crockpot got a workout this weekend. BBQ pork on Saturday and then corn chowder yesterday. Yum!
Happy Tuesday, everyone!
How bad was your hangover?
Food hijack time.
I made a brisket this weekend, and it was the best one yet. My dad used to make them, and he’d never tell me the recipe. I got it after he died, and sumbitch, it came out of the newspaper.
I’ve been making mine with a commercial beef rub, but since I’m an apartment dweller, I can’t throw it on the grill to smoke. Last time, I doused it with liquid smoke, which helped, but it wasn’t quite there. This time, I cheated. A lot.
Put the brisket (about a 5 pounder) in a pan, and covered it with Lysander’s Beef Rub as before. Then I gave it a good shot of Adolph’s Meat Tenderizer for good measure (cheat 1).
My wife and I are both diabetic, and we have insulin syringes. I took one, and used it to inject the cut with a half CC of liquid mesquite smoke about 10 times, and evenly spaced (cheat 2). Then I stuck it in the oven for about 6 hours on 250F.
Even VunderWife liked it, and she hates anything that doesn’t contain a carb. It was the most tender home brisket I’ve done to date, and I’m eating it for lunch all week.
Well, okay, then! 
So there! 
I just knew I could count on you to say it VunderBob!
I have been officially drafted as a cook for St. Patty’s Day. I am in charge of making the Irish stew, which is not really Irish but sorta, since I use a lot of root veggies in it and make it thick. So, I get to make about 36 quarts of the stuff in the kitchen of the Parish Hall where corned beef and cabbage is also being made. I also learned that the most important part of any St. Patty’s Day dinner has already been ordered. What’s that you say? Why, silly, the green beer, of course.
Morning, guys! Striker (ha!) anytime you want to bring me pie is A-OK. And speaking of bringing people treats, I’m going to be meeting FCM for the first time this week - does that mean I ought to bring chocolates? Hmm.
I’m printing out all my travel stuff this morning for my trip to DC. I just printed out a Metro map so’s I don’t accidentally get on the wrong train and end up in Bethesda or something.[sub]waitaminute…there might be men in uniform in Bethesda…I might need to tear up the map![/sub]
Oooo! Oooooo! I live about 25 to 30 miles south of Seattle, in Puyallup. You’ll actually be flying into Sea-Tac (Seattle-Tacoma Int’l Airport), which is located in Federal Way, which is actually SOUTH of Seattle. The week of which you speak is my birthday week (19 May).
Seattle is a very cool place with lots to do and tons to see. Will you actually be in Seattle proper, or are you being shuttled somewhere south or north of there? I only ask because everybody that isn’t from Washington seems to think that Seattle is all there is in this state.
At any rate, when your plans firm up, contact me and maybe we can have dinner or something. I want one of your famous Swampy hugs.
I’ll settle for a firm handshake and a back-slapping.
YAY! I’ll get to fondle Taters! And not just the kind in the grocery store! I’ll be in Seattle proper cause the places I’m going to see are in Seattle. Least ways that’s what I was told. And I want to eat stuff that is Seattley or Washington Statey while there. That means I want to hang out at a good local place so start thinkin’ on it. I loves checkin’ out the local places!
Hmmm, so are you sayin’ you want the standard salmon on an alder plank? Actually, we are kinda of a food “fusion” place because of the large immigrant population. We have Asian, Norwegian, German, et. al. here too. These foods are kind of “fused” using Northwest ingredients. Although I don’t get to Seattle proper too often I can certainly check on the restaurant scene there and find the good local places. We have some good local places down here as well.
We have time and I’ll certainly check out the area for you. What kinds of places are you interested in seeing? You can reach me through e-mail on my profile.
Well, I have a short fuse suspense (what else is new :rolleyes: ) and need to get started on a project.
We
Actually it’s not too bad. It’s just a little cold. But the Little Woman was all worried. First she thought he had appendicitis, but I figured he just had to poop and that was what was making his tummy hurt. Guess who was right. Go ahead, guess.
The this morning she freaked herself out. She took his temp with the ear thermometer we have. I said he was 104ºF! Since he wasn’t in a coma or nuthin’ I figured the thermometer read wrong because he was still sleepy. When he woke up proper it said he was just too sick to go to school. (They have rules about this.) 101º or better and you have to stay home. He was 101.3º. Dang it! But a little ibuprofen and the temp would come down… No, it’s better to let him rest up and get better.
We don’t have wild turkeys, but there was a hawk of some sort in the tree in our backyard. I know because the neighbor lady saw it and sent her kid over to warn us about it. See, hawks eat little animals. Lucy is little. Ergo: the hawk is just waiting to eat Lucy! Oh no!
Only:
This is the same neighbor lady who saw a coyote in our other neighbor’s yard and called them to warn them they had a coyote in their backyard.
While it is conthievable there are coyotes not too far away (we’re in converted farm country and I saw a (non-squashed) coyote standing on the side of the highway not three miles away) I’m doubting they have taken up residence in our neighborhood. When we start to run out of free-roaming cats, then I’ll start worrying about coyotes. As long as it isn’t just Satanists getting rid of the cats.
It was still nice of her to warn me about the hawk though.
Shibb, threatening me with another boy-child is not funny.
Hey Swampy, you could put in an appearance in this thread and announce your impending EGA (Extra-Georgia Activity), and I’m sure you would get an appropriate response.
Once again, I will be three hours away, so your chances of fondling me are pretty slim. Well, they’re pretty slim in any case, but I ain’t above huggin’, I’m just sayin’.
When my next door neighbors had the really little poodle (Mr. Pierre) before they got the slightly bigger poodle (Jacques Bear) we really did worry about the hawks and Mr. Pierre. He was small enough to make a good hawk appetizer. Jacques Bear is more Lucy sized so that ain’t so much a worry. We have hawks circling around all the time. And we have coyotes in the woods. I’ve never seen one in a yard. Armadillos and wild turkeys hang out in my yard (along with the occasional cow) but no coyotes. I don’t have a problem with free-range cats but ACBG does. The only cat in the yard thing I have is when the other next door neighbor’s furball gets out of the house and climbs the fence and ends up in my back yard. She’s not real bright with the escaping thing cause she always does the same thing. Stoopid cat.
Taters I’ll know more about my trip in a couple weeks when I finalize travel arrangements and stuff. I’ll email ya with details then. I have to wait for stuff to come in the mail so I can look over it, so I can ask questions about it, while making travel arrangements. Sounds excitin’ don’t it?
Well, you could have another girl and name her Remainza, but then she might become a dull, snooty Brit.
My sister lived there for a few years. She never had a nice thing to say about the place, though. I think she was annoyed that her now ex-husband wanted to live there even though she had to commute daily to somewhere between Tampa and Orlando. She always called the place “hud - SON”, in a very slow, monotone voice. But then, she’s always been a city girl.
merrily I hope toasting the Badger with Yuengling was alright. It’s all I had. And I threw in a toast to the late Dr. Thompson too. But they were on separate toasts.
Remember a couple of weeks ago when Rue talked about flossing? Well, I had another tooth pulled this morning, on the way into work. (I’m losing one tooth at a time because I sucked at flossing.) Granted, it’s not something most people do, and not something I would have done if I’d’ve my druthers, but I went and did it. I mean, I’d rather pick up a cup of coffee and a newspaper on my way to work instead of donating a tooth, but there you go. But the dentist’s assistant is really cute. I think she’s got a thing for guys who are losing their teeth one at a time.
When I got to work, I stepped on the scale we use to weigh packages. It seems that tooth weigh about 4 1/2 pounds. It must have been made out of super dense super metal.
My mouth really hurt, and I was really hungry (I didn’t eat before the tooth pulling), but I couldn’t chew too well. So for lunch I had two baked potatoes and a Frosty from Weirdy’s. Only they didn’t give me any utensils. I’ve got to stop throwing out sporks from now on, just to make sure I’ve got something to eat baked potatoes and Frostys with.
And swampy stay away from the armadillos!! I cannot stress that enough!! 95% of all armadillos have leprosy!! Step away from the armadillos!!
You’re also going to meet me for the first time! Yay! Thursday night should be fun.
Today was controlled chaos morning at work - but I kept it under control. That’s why I get the “Exceeds Expectations” at my review - yup, yup.
Susan
Mmmm, Waffle.
Holy crap, I can’t even imagine how you’d have gone about getting from Hudson to the area between Tampa and Orlando. Especially before the Sunshine Expressway or whatever that toll road is called was there. It would definitely be one of those “you can’t get there from here” type of things. If you want country living and sucky schools they could have just moved to Polk county. I’d have divorced him for that alone.
In other news, I was a nice guy and patronized the new deli next door for lunch. They just opened today and, besides waiting 15-20 minutes for a cold sandwich, they put two (count 'em, two) kinds of peppers on my sandwich. I hates me some green peppers (they make me mildly ill).
