I did not fib. Tupug fibbed. Everybody knows that the skeeter is the Florida state bird. 
Hey, at least we have a State Shell! Not like some folks (Rue) who have to make do with little lakes and muddy rivers. We got ocean, man. Ocean as far as you can see. And the beaver is a proud and noble animal and many lives would be sadden if all beavers were to disappear.
I am not going to be Bridzilla, I just want a touch of elegance. We can be married in Las Vegas, but it’s got to be classy. That means young Elvis in something other than a white jump suit (only the brides get to wear white, if they want to, and maybe a groom or two), no velvet paintings, no hip gyrations until the vows are said and no gambling during the actual ceremony itself. Preacher Elvis can arrived via parachute.
Bumbazine, how come tanookie gets invited to sit on your lap and I don’t, huh? I’m going to pout, and you all know how annoying I get when I pout.
Hey!
If you saw my house from up there this weekend you probably noticed the horrendous overgrowth of weeds I call my backyard. All this rain caused them to sprout up to tremendous heights. I hacked down a poke plant that was as tall as me. Looked like something out of a rain forest. No monkeys though, that woulda been cool.
Oh, before I forget-you Ohioites must of stole your state bird from us. Everyone knows the cardinal is a Kentucky bird. So there. Of course our state flower is goldenrod and all that’s good for is making people sneeze. Oh well. At least we have real mountains.
And something completely different (not so much), here are some kitty pictures.
dwyr you mean a poke plant as in poke sallit? Ya shoulda cooked yerself up a big ol’ mess of it! 
Kalley dear, by definition I think all Elvis jumpsuits are white with gold sequins. That’s what all the best marryin’ Elvis’s in Vegas wear. It’s kinda like their vestments. Can we drink during the wedding?
I want the little cutie pooty in the lower left hand corner! Heck I’ll take 'em all, kitties kitties kitties! Ehm hem hem, erm, I mean, they’re awfully cute dwyrbut I remind myself I have two cats and am at capacity and I can’t have any more. Bad Ashes, do not take what has not been offered. Sooo cute ‘n’ fuzzy, ooohhhh…
And I want to sit on Bumba’s lap if all the other girls are too. Although I refuse to contemplate putting a sequined jumpsuit on his little Elvis. Well, anymore that is.
Two cats and you’re at capacity?
That’s merely a starter set!
We have 4 cats, a dog, two kids and the two of us! We’re in the market for a replacement hamster as Wild Willy died a few months ago 
I got to thinking about dwyr’s post about the poke plant. Ok, and I’ve had two or six beers too. Just so everybody knows what it is, this is poke sallit.
At least it’s the plant I remember as a kid.
swampbear, I think we’re talking about different plants. This is the pokeweed that I’m familar with. You can eat it too, when the shoots are young, but you have to boil it in several changes of water. When I was a kid, we used to use the dark berries (not to eat) as “ink” to draw pictures on the sidewalk. Oh, and stain our clothes which displeased Mom somewhat.
Ashes[sup]2[/sup], you have excellent taste! She’s the smallest of the litter but the feistiest. She was the first to escape from the nest box.
I myself have three permanent cats and am fostering the kittens plus mama cat. My sister has four cats, two dogs, and a husband. I’m sure you could wedge another furball in there somewhere. 
I laugh at your pretense of Appalachia. Ha HA! Sir, I’ll have you know that I live in real Appalachia, where the unemployment runs high and the moonshine festival runs long.
Take that.
Well, can’t he wear something besides** a jumpsuit? I wouldn’t mind the Elvis from Blue Hawaiior Roustabout. Heck, even the wardrobe in Flaming Star is better than a white jumpsuit!
I believe we will be drinking during the ceremony.
And prior to the ceremony.
And after the ceremony.
Elvis can do karate moves as he marries us all, but lip curling is not appropriate during a wedding.
Sorry I’m late to the party folks. Things have been absolutely bonkers at work and then I came home and played one LONG-ASSED game of horse with our friends.
Pffft…the Appalachians are mere hills…we got mountains out here!
Lemme see here,
Washington- the Evergreen State
Unofficial State Song-Louie, Louie (we actually tried to make it official, but it didn’t happen
Official State Song-Roll On Columbia
Official State Bird-Golden Finch
Official State Flower-Rhodendron
…and that’s all I remember from school. I’m too lazy to look up the rest.
I’m less than an hour away from the base of Mt. Rainier.
I’m an hour to an hour and a half away from the Pacific Ocean
I’m about 30 minutes away from Puget Sound (less if I go up to Browns Point)
I’m mere minutes away from any number of lakes and rivers.
It’s just plain beautiful here and I can’t imagine living anywhere else.
My weekend was somewhat busy, but uneventful. Friday morning (it was my RDO) I bowled with my hubby and a friend. It was fun. Then I came home and putzed around the house.
Saturday I dutifully awoke at 5:30 a.m. and made sure I dropped my daughter at her school by 7:00 a.m. She had a band competition. Then I came home, made some coffee, read my paper, and was out the door by a little before 9:00 a.m to watch her compete. I watched her band perform and then listened to the adjudication. We came home, I sat down to watch some T.V and ended up taking a 2 1/2 hour nap. Then I went grocery shopping and visited with my friends.
Sunday, I woke up at about 6:00 a.m, let the dog out, made some coffee, read my paper, took a shower, got the rest of the family ready to go to MIL and left at at about 1:00 p.m. We visited with MIL, watched a couple of movies, ate a lovely dinner, and then came home. Then I did some laundry and waited up until about 12:30 a.m. for my nephew to arrive from Spokane. The big dummy didn’t want to over excite my dog and ended up sleeping in his Bronco until about 4:15 a.m. when my husband left for work and woke him up. The nephew came in and slept awhile more, unpacked his stuff, and left for L.A. this afternoon. He’s going to an orientation for the same company Mr. Taters works for and then he’ll come back here and live with us for a month until he can save enough for an apartment or house to rent with his cousin. Shoot, that means even more cookin’ for me.
Whew! I’m tired and I still have laundry to do. I did cook dinner tonight, but it was pretty cheesy. I made Campbells Chunky Bean and Ham soup and ham and havarti cheese sanniches. Hey! It was eight o’clock and it was quick.
Wait a minute here…it’s MY turn to sit on **Bumba’s ** lap. You girls are hogging it. Move…I said MOVE. I’m not pushy or anything…
Swampy, I gotta agree with Rue, you’re taking some chances exposing your ah…tender parts to the fire ants. I mean we all wanna be hot, but not that way! 
So, have we set a date yet? I mean I gotta order my dress and all. I’m thinking ivory, since I’ve already worn white. Ivory can be very classy…and that’s me ALL class…
Wow, still no word from FCM. Hope all is going well for her. She’s gonna be a might upset at missing being proposed too. I’m sure she wants her say in our plans.
BTW, I said I was pouting because Bumbazine invited tanookie to sit on his lap. You remember what happens when I pout, don’t you? Don’t say I didn’t warn you:
What do they call the elves that help Santa manage his workshop?
Subordinate Clauses
The best way to make an apple crumble is to torture it for 10 minutes
What do you call a bunch of grandmasters of chess bragging about their games in a hotel lobby?
Chess nuts boasting in an open foyer.
An Indian chief had three wives, each of whom was pregnant. The first gave birth to a boy. The chief was so elated he built her a teepee made of deer hide. A few days later, the second gave birth, also to a boy. The chief was very happy. He built her a teepee made of antelope hide. The third wife gave birth a few days later, but the chief kept the details a secret. He built this one a two story teepee, made out of a hippopotamus hide. The chief then challenged the tribe to guess what had occurred. Many tried, unsuccessfully. Finally, one young brave declared that the third wife had given birth to twin boys. “Correct,” said the chief. “How did you figure it out?” The warrior answered, “It’s elementary. The value of the squaw of the hippopotamus is equal to the sons of the squaws of the other two hides.”
Back in 1912 Best Food’s mayonnaise was manufactured in England. In fact, the “Titanic” was carrying 12,000 jars of the condiment scheduled for delivery in Mexico which was to be the next port of call for the ship after New York City.
The Mexican people were very fond of mayonnaise and so were eagerly awaiting delivery and were disconsolate at the loss. So much so that they declared a national day of mourning which they still observe today.
It is known, of course, as …Sinko de Mayo.
I better get a very good invitation for something from somebody or I’ll post more. I can do it. My collection is limitless! Limitless, I say! <evil laugh> Stop me before I pun again.
BWAAAAAAAHAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAA!!!
Everybody keep being mean to Kalley so she’ll keep the jokes coming. The cheesier the joke the funnier!
BWAAAAAAAHAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAA!!!
-swampbear (laughing his hiney off in his office)
So, I’m just talking to my little woman on the phone. (For those who haven’t met them both, my little woman is littler than Rue’s little woman). And she was reminiscing (which is anyway an odd thing to do before 8 am on a Tuesday) about when we went to dinner and met “those people that you talk to… you know the ones”. She meant you all. Only just the you all that have been to a Dopefest and met me. The rest of you are off the hook for now. And she allowed as one of the people she met had red hair and worked in Dayton. Now we’re getting somewhere, it’s narrowing down. But she lives sort of in Cincinnati. Ah, she’s referring to Rue’s Little Woman. So she said I should ask her for a ride down towards Cincinnati from Dayton on Thursday night. I’m flying into Dayon Airport on Thursday night, you see, which was sort of smart however I wasn’t aware, when I booked my fully non-refundable tickets, that this flight arrival coincided with the Boy’s kindergarten end of the year extravaganza. Which starts at 7 pm. And last’s for an hour.
So if there are any kind souls who will be in Dayton not too far from the airport and want to give me a ride down into the general vicinity of Cincinnati, it would be greatly appreciated. Otherwise I’ll try and work out something. Like waiting until 8:30 or so. Which won’t be so bad as long as they have the hockey game on.
It’s time to make a choice here, people.
You know what happens when we have two going at once don’t you? Bad things, that’s what. You’re giving me more chances to do something stupid, anyway.
Now I have to go back and read this one and post something useless and dumb in the other one, just to make a point.
dwyr I think we are talking about the same plant. You have to boil it through several changes of water to take out the bitterness and to make sure you won’t die from eating it. :eek: Tastes kinda like spinach, as I recall. I meant to say this earlier but was too involved with laughing my butt off over Kalley’s jokes.
Ex is all confused, bless his lil’ ol’ heart. He just posted in the old MMP thread bitchin’ about stuff in this MMP.
I know! Let’s dredge up the MMP from the week before last and really rattle his brain!
Yep, I nearly lost one of my doggies who chewed on a seed. The toxin turns the liver into hamburger. I was told four out of five dogs that ingest the seeds don’t make it. Mine nearly didn’t. The major culprit is the Queen Sago which, when mature, sprouts a bulbous mess in the center top of the palm from which come the highly toxic seeds. Although the seeds are the most toxic, other parts of the plant are also poisonous. They sure don’t tell you about that at the nursery, do they? The seeds are about the size of a walnut and have a reddish skin. The inner part is nut colored. They are extremely bitter which is why it’s mostly young animals that try to eat them as they are more likely to chew anything. We got rid of our 20-year-old palm and it took about a month to find and get rid of all the seeds. I hate the da*n things.
Wanna kitty.
I only have two. It’s sad. And they’re all grown up now, even the EvilAerin.
And I haven’t been invited to sit on anyone’s lap.
Well, I Googled the state mammal and according to the Florida Wildlife Extension http://www.wec.ufl.edu/extension/state_symbols/state_symbols.htm it is the Panther. “In 1982, students throughout the state of Florida chose the panther over the manatee, alligator and key deer to be the state animal.” Apparently our school system is a bit hazy on the differences between mammals, birds and reptiles. Is this really a surprise from the state who brought us chads? :rolleyes:
Well, maybe they go by the highest title won. You know, like Miss America or something – if Miss Podunk wins Miss [insert name of state you most enjoy making fun of here], then goes on to win Miss America, she doesn’t really cease to be Miss Podunk or Miss [insert name of state you most enjoy making fun of here], but she just goes by Miss America.
So maybe the panther started out as Best Large Carnivorous Mammal, then beat out the manatee and dolphin for Best Mammal, then beat out the fish and reptiles and stuff for Best Animal.
Either that or your educational system needs serious work. One or the other.