I never post nekkid. If I’m nekkid I can guarantee I wouldn’t be left alone long enough to post And with two little kids the opportunity to be nekkid wanes significantly
The boy child isn’t puking as much lately but he is teething up a storm. He has his first tooth now and when he teethes on your hand it really hurts.
The munchkin girl tried to kill her brother today by feeding him a peanutbutter and chocolate chip granola bar. See he only has one tooth and doesn’t really know how to eat. Anyway he started choking on it and so I flipped him upside down and he drooled chocolate smeared granola bits for a couple minutes and all was well again.
When I read this, I assumed you were going to see one of the English princes, and I couldn’t imagine why you would want to do that for your birthday.
I’m like swampy–we both like burly men! But we share–he gets the burly ones, and I have dibs on the brawny ones.
I might add that none of my posts have ever involved drinking, nekkidness and a webcam. I just don’t tell about that stuff. See, I have class and couth. BTW, somehow Prince in Birmingham just does not sound right. But I guess it makes more sense than Prince in Meridan, Mississippi.
FCM you mighta mentioned how we also happen to be the opposite of sexes as well. And probably not as hairy. But cept for those things, we could be identical twins.
I wonder how lightingtool is getting along with his soiree this evening. If he takes any of my f-aaaaaab-u-lous suggestions it will be no doubt be the highlight of the social season wherever it is he lives.
Kallessa I was so hoping for tales of you cavorting with brawny men whilst you were in New Yawk. I figured there oughta be tons of em there being as it’s so big and stuff.
I like brawny men too, however, I’ve already got one…so I can only “look at menu, and not order” as it were, when it comes to other brawny men.
I find the details about swampy’s life entertaining. I lead such a boring life, it’s interesting to read about lives that aren’t as mundane as mine. 'Course, I’m the type of person who watches operations on TV and calls the hubby in when they get really gross, or even better, when they’re operating on a guy’s uh…“tender bits”. Silly him, he never learns, he stands there and winces and calls me a sicko.
We’re having a potluck at work tomorrow. A Cinco de Mayo and birthday celebration all in one. So now I have to think of something mexican, easy to fix and transport, that if it requires reheating can be done in the microwave and that serves more than four to six, and a bonus would the food is black. The birthday we’re celebrating is the boss’ 5th decade mark. Too bad we can’t liven things up with margueritas and the like, but, alas the party is at work, in a gummint office.
lightingtool, beer brats are also yummy and easy. Just bring the brats to a boil and then simmer in a pot of beer and onions. Use good beer, believe me, it makes a difference. Then, when they’ve simmered so they’re mostly cooked, and the onions are nice and tender, remove the brats and throw them on the grill. Scoop the onions out of the beer and reserve. They taste good with a bite of the brat.
Well, my goodness! :o I’m glad somebody finds my life interesting. Taters take some black bean soup or dip. It’s black and makes a ton. No I don’t have a recipe but it’s on the packages of black beans I’m sure. BTW I just ate supper but reading about beer brats has got me drooling. My family is having a cookout at my sister’s house on Saturday for Mother’s Day. Some beer brats will be had. :: drool ::
I’m going to be on the local Fox Morning News show this Friday… the painters are almost done with the house… my daughter lives in fear of the day the cicadas arrive… I’ll be in Cincinnati this weekend, Washington, D.C. next weekend… my car is ready at the mechanics… I had 9 different wines last night, and liked most of them… the best hamburgers in St. Petersburg are at el Cap’s… The Lightning are going to take the Flyers in five games… my wrist hurts… I’m FTPing a file from my company’s website in England right now, it’s already been 2 hours… I’m a sales marvel this week, batting very close to 1.000… I have no idea what’s for dinner tonight…
Just talked to the 'rents. They want to go down to the Palm Pavillion, have some drinks and watch the sunset. Then it’s over to Cafe Dolce Vita for Italian food and wine for dinner. Sounds like a plan to me. Although bratwurst and beer is always an elegant choice.
Unfortunately, no full cavorting with men (brawny or otherwise) during my trip to New York. Two waiters flirted with me as did the saleman who sold me overpriced art deco glass, but I fear this was all just part of the job.
And the winner of the And Now For Something Completely Different award is…Dwyr!
Thank you muchly Ex, but I’m afraid you’d be disappointed. I lead an extremely quiet and mundane life, but you’re more than welcome to hang with me anytime, until you run screaming for the door.
Number 1 grandaughter turned 18 last month, number 2 and number 3 granddaughters will be 7 and 8, respectively, this month.
I just finished boiling some chicken breasts and am going to go shred them up, as soon as they cool, to make sour cream chicken enchiladas.
See what I mean?
Taters, we thought about getting an ‘away place’ in the mountains, but that’s where they keep all the snow dontcha know? And, while snow is fine when you’re young and all your knees work properly and such, there come’s a time in one’s life where it kinda loses it’s allure, you see. We did try to find a place on the Oregon coast, which has some stunningly beautiful areas, but we couldn’t afford it. We could afford the Long Beach peninsula. (It has an actual name of it’s own, but I can’t remember it right now.) Besides, I’ve lived near one ocean or another all my life, and as far as I’m concerned, if you can walk on the shore, smell salt in the air, and look at water that you can’t see anything on the other side of, it’s all good. Big lakes and bays are good too.
swampy, please don’t take me wrong…I am also a member of your mutual admiration society.
I was just responding to your negative post to me…I apologize if I sounded like I was judging you (unlike your comment suggesting I have no class and am uncouth). I meant it to be funny, but apparently it wasn’t.
It’s not like I was doing anything nasty. It was one episode of drunken misconduct. I guess I shouldn’t have confessed it here…I thought we were kinda all friends here and was just sharing something embarassing.
I still don’t understand your comment about Prince, Birmingham, and Meridian, MS…is it a racial thing?
swampy, if you’d paid attention to my earliest post you’d know that Mr. Lissar broke his left hand in karate class last Thursday. It just shows you don’t care and don’t pay attention to me.
:sulk:
I’ve posted nekkid at least once. Actually, when I’m at home I’m usually shirtless. I’m not right now but that’s because I’ve got a cold and I’m trying to stay warm. I had a duck-billed platypus when I was up at Trinity
With whom I soon discovered a remarkable affinity.
He used to live in lodgings with myself and Arthur Purvis,
And we all went up together for the diplomatic service…
Shibb, is that the place on Main St. in Dunedin? We ate at a great Italian restaurant there years ago. Now that I think about it…I’m not sure that was the name of it.
Bumba, I wasn’t putting down your “away” place; I was just stating my preference is all. Hell, I can’t even afford an “away” place, so far be it from me to knock yours.
Actually, we have friends, who have friends, that have a place up at Lake Kacheese. It’s just a tiny one room cabin with a sink, stove, table, a couple of cupboards and bunkbeds. We’ve gone up there a few times now; it’s really very nice. It sits right on the shore of the lake. It’s perfect for just getting away. Unfortunately, to go to the bathroom one must use an outhouse or the one and only bathhouse up the hill from the cabin. I’d be happy if I could get place like that. I love the smell of fir and pine in the summer. It just smells S-O-O-O good.
Frankly, if the truth be known, I’m not all that young either. I hit the big 40 later this month. My kids are 14 and 11 and I am already feeling some of the aches and pains that come with age. Although I’m entering my 4th decade, I still feel about 25 mentally. I swear I was just 25 a week or so ago; where does the time go?
Those enchiladas sound yummy. I have a recipe for creamy chicken enchiladas with tomatoes and green chile. It is awesome. We even made our own homemade crema when we made it. It was a two day cooking event, but well worth the time.
Aaack! 2 hours to go before the party starts, and I just (kind of) ruined the potato salad. Nuts. Hey, nuts! Maybe I’ll add some sunflower seeds to it. That’ll work. I’ve also pulled out all the stops and made my soon-to-be famous 7 layer dip. We’ve got refried beans, guacamole, salsa, black olives, cheese, and sour cream. (It’s 7 layers 'cause the cheese goes in twice). I’ve also got just regular salsa off to the side for the un-adventurous folks. Oh, and chips to go with it. I also just finished putting the spare fridge back together (which involved grunting and, yes, sweating) so we can have a dedicated beer fridge on the back porch. I’ve got chicken breasts marinating, some tasty smoked sausages (sorry, no brauts), and I’m just about to start mixing together the burgers. We’re going to have a veggie plate-type-thing too so people can pretend to be healthy, even though they’ll be dipping the veggies in not-so-good-for-you ranch dressing. And maybe some blue cheese.
Gotta go before my wonderful girlfriend rips my nuts off and puts them on the mantelpiece as a warning to any other man who tries to make her cook for a party he’s throwing. Wish me luck.
awwwwwwwww earthpuppy I’m sorry. I wasn’t trying to be mean. See, TMIy stuff (as long as it’s not super gross) is part and parcel of all MMP threads. So, I was giving you the TMI award for the week. That’s pretty good considering it started with Katcha’s first pee and poop. You have to agree that any TMI that could top a description of baby’s first pee and poop is admirable.
Come on, Prince and Birmingham? I mean Birmingham! It just ain’t a place that I could imagine hosting a Prince concert. A tractor pull, yes, but a Prince concert? The Meridian crack was because Meridian, MS is such a weird place. I’ve had to spend several weeks in Meridian because of work in times past and well, it’s just weird.
Lissla don’t sulk please. I did forget about Mr. Lissla’s karate hand, but in my defense, there was a discussion about sweaty naked men earlier today and you know what that does to my brain.
And with two little kids the opportunity to be nekkid wanes significantly 
BTW, somehow Prince in Birmingham just does not sound right. But I guess it makes more sense than Prince in Meridan, Mississippi.
