Too bloody early. Somebody get me coffee.
Oh, for swampy- we got deep blue fabric with a pale gold leaf pattern for the new couch cover. Our other couch has a plum and sapphire blue cover, in velveteen. We’re covering my old squashy feather mattress to use as a sort of beanbag chair, and we got pale gold (matches the gold in the leaf pattern) chenille stuff. Pale gold, purple, and blue. And I think the walls will be slightly grayed lavender or golden cream.
It sounds lovely Lissla. Everyone will be envious and wonder how you managed to afford an over the top gay decorator to **faaaaaaaa-buuuuuu-lously furnish your new apartment. 
Everybody have a great Memorial Day Weekeknd. Well, all 'Murrkins anyways. The rest of ya, enjoy your regular two day weekend. Or, heck, call in sick Monday and celebrate with the 'Murrkins. Gotta go, guests are starting to arrive for the Saturday afternoon kickoff the summer pool party at the swampcave. Wish y’all were here!
:smack:
Make that: faaaaaaaa-buuuuuuu-lously
In HERE???
OK, my fellow MMP-ers - You heard it here - we bought a house! Not the one I mentioned earlier - a bigger one on three acres!! We will close on Aug 16.
I’ll have to post photos of the place - words cannot describe. swampy will have a fabulous-gay-decorator heart attack! :eek:
That’s all for now. It’s late and I’m tired. But I had to share here!
I dunno if it was the homemade tater (not to be confused with our beloved Taters) salad made with real Vidalia onions which everybody knows are only grown in Jawja, or something stewing subliminally about cat poo sammiches, but I had the WEIRDEST dream last night! Swampy and I were inna car drivin to a picnic (which was all weird in and of itself cause Swampy lives in Jawja and I live in Fladuh and I don’t have a clue what Swamp looks like but, anyway, I knew it was him cause all of a sudden he starts yodeling “Burly men! Burly men! Burly men!” and then he just disappears :eek: so I stop the car at a convenient picnic table and start unpacking the sammiches which turn out to be pimento cheese and pickle on pita sammiches. 
And then I woke up. I’m not making this up.
Yaaaaay!!! Wow, three acres. Does it have a cee-ment pond??? 
Well, I used the word “understank” in a conversation with my hubby, and he came back with the disgusting “fumundacheez.” It’s the punchline to a much-too-yucky joke to post here.
My first day of poolside bunnyhood was nixed because it was cloudy all day and rained. But tomorrow looks promising. The bring-your-meat bbq/pool party will most likely see the sun (I’m bound and determined to wear at least one of my new swimsuits this holiday weekend!)
woohoo, fcm! That’s great! Can’t wait to see the pics.
swampy, I am in dire need of a faaaaaaaaaaaaaaa buuuuuuuuuuu lous over the top gay decorator. Maybe you could join us at the Southeast Doper Picnic up here on August 29 (Red Top Mountain, just north of Atlanta), and swing by and assess the sitiation. I’d gladly pay you in all the burly men and beer you can stand.
Lissla, I just finished reading “Middlesex” by Pulitzer Prize winner Jeffrey Eugenides (it was our book club book for May). We all really loved it. Got any suggestions for a good book to take to the beach next week?
it appears that I, too, am nekkid under my clothes!
Aaaahhhh, very good FairyChatMom, because on three acres there will be plenty of room for me to park my trailer. You won’t mind if I play loud music and hang out with my ruffian friends, do you? I’ll only invite myself to stay for a few months. I could help you with decorating the house when I channel Swampbear. Does it have avocado green flocked wallpaper with one wall covered in alternating stripes of carpet and gold-veined mirror? Is the livingroom floor covered in linoleum with real grouting between the fake linoleum tile and a great big wandering path of burnt orange shag carpet? That’s how my mom’s condo started out and in just a couple short months of decorating it didn’t make you go blind in self-defense hardly at all.
I hang my head in shame, I tell you! I lost my grocery list and forgot the pimento cheese, also mushrooms, but they were unrelated to the pimento. The good news is I remembered the ingredients for the chicken saltimbocca and that stuff is delicious, even if I do say so myself.
Ashes’s’s Pretty Good Chicken Saltimbocca
Four or five chicken breasts
Eight or nine fresh sage leaves, chopped
Procciutto slices, one per ch. breast
Flour for dredging
Salt ‘n’ pepper
2 tablespoons dry white wine
1/4 cup chicken stock
2 tablespoons butter
2 tablespoons olive oil (but you know this is stupid, it always takes more)
1 tablespoon capers
Take the chicken breasts, sprinkle the sage over 'em on one side, then cover with the procciutto. Put one breast at a time in a plastic bag and smack the heck out of ‘em until they’re good and skinny (I use a water glass which is dangerous, go out and get a good metal cutlet smacker I tell myself, but do I listen, nooooo). Mix the flour with some salt and pepper in a pie plate or what-have-you and then dredge the chicken in that stuff. Heat the oil and one T. of butter, put the chicken in it, fry till crispy-golden brown on both sides. Don’t crowd the pan fer cryin’ out loud!
When you’re done with the chicken, add the wine, let it burn off some of the alky-hol for a minute, then stir to loosen up the brown crispy goodness in the pan. Add the stock and the rest of the butter and the capers and cook it for a minute or two more. Pour the sauce over the chicken that you’ve arranged attractively on a platter, take it out to the table and watch people set upon it like starving wolves.
I am not naked under my clothes. No, you may not verify that.
Lissla, your living room sounds loverly. I vote for golden cream, unless I vote for the lavendar.
Now to go make me some genuine New York Cheesecake. With fresh cherries for the sauce. I may have to be rolled back in here for the new MMP. Like Violet in Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory.
I had a wonderful first day of a three day weekend. It threatened to rain all day, so I stayed inside! I cleaned the bathroom. I mean, I cleaned it like I was expecting company–tub, tile, toilet, sink and floor. It sparkles.
Then I dared it to actually rain by going out and deadheading my roses and picking up some weeds I weeded last week and didn’t throw away. The sky tried its hardest, but couldn’t come up (or down) with the goods. I did not get wet.
I did, however, get that satisfied feeling that I had accomplished something, and could therefore guiltlessly spend the rest of the day watching TV and reading. Which I did.
Then my Mom called and gave me sad, but not unexpected news. My Aunt Billie died earlier this week (Mom didn’t tell me because she didn’t want me to feel like I should come down for the service.) Billie was 94 and had been a world-traveller (she went up the Amazon at 81!) and she kept her wits until the end and died peacefully. She was a cranky old bird, set in her ways, with no sense of humor but a generous heart. We won’t miss her fruitcake (really, it was terrible fruitcake), but we will miss her at out family gatherings. All of you give the oldest member of your fanily a kiss or send them out a good thought. (Yes, I have become the “proper observance” nag. First I chid you all about Memorial Day, now it’s honoring your elders. Next I’ll be telling you all to remember to bring a host/hostess gifts when you go to all these pool parties and BBQs.
You will remember to do that, right?
Tomorrow, my plan is to leave the house. If it’s rainy, a movie, if it’s not, the beach. Or I may stay in and try my hand at a cheesecake.
FCM–very exciting about your house!! When is the house warming party? and, as an out-of-town guest, I’m putting in my request to stay in the spare bedroom. I’ll bring a hostess gift.
Yay FairyChatMom! Yay! When are we all moving in?
My decorating choices have been approved by swampbear and Ashes! I feel so vindicated and stuff. We sign the lease today, and I ask about paint colours. I am pretty sure she won’t paint the bedroom deep garnet red. I don’t know why I’m sure, but I am. I am more or less resigned to lavender and creamy gold.
Even though I’ve always wanted a dark red room. sob
I survived yesterday at work. I deserve a medal. I left home at 9:30 a.m. and returned at 11:30 p.m, twitching slightly, to find that Mr. Lissar had done lots of cleaning and packing. w00t.
We’ll probably have guests for dinner. I should find something to feed them. No, no, we’re not eating the guests. How silly you all are.
Book suggestions, earthpuppy? Hmm. I’m going to recklessly recommend My Name Is Asher Lev, because it’s one of my favourite novels of all time. I don’t know what sort of thing you’re going for, so it might not be appropriate. It’s about Hasidic Judaism and art. What sort of thing are you looking for?
Hip hip hooray for FCM! All that good ju-ju I sent your way worked!
Well, I didn’t win any money at the races yesterday. We met our friends for lunch at mexican restaurant and I had a big alk-holic drink. We then went to the races. Things have changed. I felt totally lost, even using the cheat sheet and attempting to read up on the horses. I ALMOST won one race. I placed a straight exacta bet, but the horses came in in the opposite order that I had place them. Dag nabbit! The horse that was supposed to place came in at the last second and there was an inquiry and everthing. Things still didn’t go my way. Mr. Taters actually won a race he wagered on. All in all, it was still fun. We plan to go back when the weather is nicer and it’s a little warmer out.
Sarum, London and The New Forest are all good books that were written by Edward Rutherford. I enjoyed them immensely. The First Man of Rome series by Colleen McCullough are also excellent books. It’s a series of books that starts with the above mentioned title and continues with *The Grass Crown, * and several others. I have read all of them.
Tupug, I am glad to read that I didn’t cause any bad dreams. By the way, while we all know Vidalia onions are WONDERFUL, one cannot discount the Walla Walla Sweet. These onions are wonderful too, and, since they come from my wonderful state, I will generally buy these, when they are in season.
What is the fascination with pimento cheese? I mean, YEEE-UCK. I don’t get it. I think this is probably what gave you your very strange dream.
Ashes, Ashes, that recipe sounds pretty darn tasty. I may have to try it. I have to go to Costco today anyway, so I could easily pick up the ingredients there.
What? I KNOW I am absolutely nuts for going to Costco on a Saturday. Even worse, I’m going on a holiday weekend. That means I’ll have to park in the back 40 and fight the crowds, and find ways to dodge the monster shopping carts in the store. Why is it that they decide to set up the food sampling stations so they partially block the end of an aisle? Everyone then blocks the aisle so they can get some free snacks. :rolleyes: Why can’t people move their carts to the side so the flow of traffic can continue? I know, I know, that is asking people to use common sense; something which seems to be severely lacking once people enter Costco.
I am hoping, that other than the upcoming shopping trip, that the rest of the weekend will be fairly quiet. I am sure we will end up getting together with our bestest friends to eat, but other than that, I think it will be quiet (I hope).
I am nekkid under my clothes too. I am fixin’ to become totally nekkid because I need to go take a shower and I don’t want to get my clothes wet while I’m takin’ a shower, ya know.
Believe it or not, the place has one wall covered in gold veined mirror tiles, and one covered in blue veined mirror tiles!! :eek:
We’re hosting an UglyFest after we take possession and before we redecorate. Really! It’ll be an all-out snark-fest, where cheap shots will be encouraged and recorded.
Kallessa, the guest room is yours, although you may have to share with other guests. But you get first choice of which corner you want to sleep in!
Who cares about which corner I’ll get–do I get first pick of who gets to share it with me?
Um, listen here, Kallessa, despite the mirrored tiles and the mirrored closet doors and the gawd-awful chandelier and the other things that make it look like a cheesy brothel, our house will be a respectable house, dagnabbit. So unless you’re choosing up sides for a pillow fight…
We don’t allow no hanky-panky in our guest rooms. Take it out to the shed where it belongs!
Taters, we have mutual reading tastes, I think. I devoured all the books you mentioned. Colleen McCullough did an amazing job on the Roman series. I just love those gossipy letters the folks write back and forth to each other.
I’m pretty sure it was the onions that sparked the nutty dreams cause Saturday night we had steak and salad and I used some Vidalias in there and later on while sleeping yet another bizzaro episode evolved. This time there were snakes. <<Indiana Jones Voice “Wh’d it have to be snakes?” Indiana Jones Voice>> Seems like after I ate the pimento cheese and pickle on a pita sammich I got thirsty and headed for the beer wagon which turned out to be a big flatbed truck from which big brown snakes started slithering. When I say “brown” I mean that weird cheap chocolate brown that plastic dinosaurs are colored. I even said to my dream self “Self, those are pretty fake looking brown snakes slithering offa that truck bed.” But they were unfakely slithering offa the truck so I took that as my cue to WAKE THE EFF UP! Anyhoo, I decided to continue the onion experiment so I ate the leftover salad for lunch today. I’ll let you know.
Ashes, your chicken sounds yummy! I’mma gonna get me some boneless chicken next time I shop and try it out. 
I feel very domestic and housewifely. I have scrubbed the kitchen, made cornbread, and there’s a ham cooking in the crockpot. I’m thinking about vacuuming, dusting, and windexing, too. All part of the Great Assault On Housework in preparation for moving.
We’re going to be half a block from a Starbucks, one block from a 7-11 type convenience store, directly across from a roasted chicken place (Swiss Chalet to Canadians), and within very close range of fifteen dozen sushi places. Also pet grooming places. One block from the lake, three blocks from work.
We signed the lease yesterday. I’m excited.
Also, it’s yard-sale season, and we found a table I can use in the kitchen as counter space. It was on someone’s lawn last night with a sign saying ‘Free’.
FairyChatMom YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!!! Congrats on finding the house and stuff.
[overthetopgaydecorator]At last! Something we can work with! Wouldn’t Marsha Brady just die! We will get to work immediately to find furnishings to coordinate with all if it. What do you mean you want to replace it??? I simply must insist we retain them! Do Not make me have a hissy fit! [/overthetopgaydecorator] 
**Ashes[sup]2[/sup], the chicken recipe sounds wonderful. I have recorded it for future purposes.
Lissla as long as that table is useful, I say go for it as a kitchen island. Eclectic is chic after all.
Tupug if it’s any consolation, I have been known to start yodeling “burly men, burly men, burly men” and disappear for days. Please don’t take it personal.
earthpuppy I’ve been reading the thread on the SE Doper picnic. If I can make it, I will. Bring paint, upholstery and wallpaper swatches. It’ll be faaaaaa-buuuuu-lous!!!
To everyone else… hope your weekend was a great one.
BTW… just to catch everyone up. The pool party at the swampcave on Saturday was wunnerful. Wings were consumed. Beer was drunk. Ice cream and watermelon were enjoyed by everyone. Sunday, swampy had a marvelous time by his friends’ pool. The burgers were good. My tater salad was a hit. The margaritas were perfect. swampy and a friend had a … errr… um… good time.
-swampbear (looking forward to a TMP tomorrow)
I painted my hallway today. This is a big deal, and I will probably continue to talk about it for days, and in any thread I post in.
Why is it a big deal? You can guess, or you can wait until Rue starts this week’s EATKS thread (everything and the kitchen sink).
Or we can just come up with more things EATKS can stand for. (No, English is not my second language. Why do you ask?)
You cannot tell us you painted your hallway and not tell us the color. That’s just wrong Kalley. How else are gonna oooh and ahhh over it or make fun of it?