Good time to come down, the weather’s getting much better. I think we’re slated for mid 70s all week. Your actual location may vary.
Ya know, I was watching “Trading Spaces” a couple weeks ago and they did a family room that kinda looked like that. Who knew ol’ Frank could be so clever!
Now, I’m wondering if I should ever go in the family room at s_f’s house. :eek:
I kinda hated it when my yard slob neighbor sold his house and moved. It used to be ya could just throw the body over the fence into his back yard and nobody’d notice cause he never mowed.
I am over 40 and I still have a baby tooth, darn thing isn’t even loose. I tried to get dentists to remove it and they felt it would fall out when the permanent tooth came in. Well, the permanent tooth eventually came in behind it and now it’s really crooked but neither are loose. I’ll probably lose all my adult teeth before that thing falls out on it’s own.
Not quite morning anymore. I have to move houses, so going to go see an estate agent (translate that to Landlord’s management company for you Yanks) this evening. Picking up the girlfriend at the train station, going to the estate agent’s, then the new house (I hope?) which is two streets over.
I dunno about this place, but it’s in a nice neighborhood. Just need 6 months or so in it before the GF and I might buy a place. Should be fun anyways,
Toodles…
I had a stubborn tooth when I was about 8, and I was scared for anyone to pull it. Finally my best friend’s grandma coaxed me with a 5 dollar bill (!) to let her pull it. If I remember correctly, it came out pretty nicely and I was 5 bucks richer for my bravery.
The Elf and I went to a fantastic dinner party on Saturday. Excellent food, excellent wine, excellent conversation and made some new friends to boot. It took all day yesterday to recover fully. I had steak and kidney pie for the first time and it was great. There was also roast lamb and a to-die-for creamy beef and mushroom soup. I am getting the recipe for this today. Plum pudding and chocolate tortes rounded out the meal. I’m getting hungry again just thinking about it.
Oooh, yeah. Scalloped potatoes are always good. During the winter they’re always my first request for Mom to cook when I go home to visit. Yummy.
Other ideas if you’re still looking for suggestions: anything in a crock pot (I’m in a big crock pot mood lately.), spaghetti, chicken ‘n’ biscuits/dumplings. Don’t know why, those’re just the things that sound good to me. I’m in a very un-gourmet phase right now. Aren’t you glad you asked??
Yeah, I pulled out one of my baby teeth. Lots of popping, and tearing.
Friday was pretty boring. On Saturday night I got ripped out of my mind (as any of you who saw my post from then might have guessed). Had a good time. Spent all of Sunday recovering from it though.
Hi, my name is Tanookie and I am 32 years old and I still have 2 baby teeth in my mouth. I’ve been discussing their pulling with the dentist but I am frightened.
The last tooth I wiggled out I was a freshman in high school. The tooth came out and my mouth filled with blood. I wrote a note to the teacher that said: Lost a tooth - need to go to the ladies room! He looked at me like I had just told him I killed someone and wasn’t going to let me go (because obviously I was lying) and while I really should have just spit blood on him I didn’t. I did walk out, go to the ladies room and upon returning to class I gave him my tooth.
The coolest tooth fairy thing I ever got was a necklace with my baby teeth in resin. I wish I still had that. They could make TanookiePark and TanookiePark2 … of course it was easier just to have kids and I got a better variety.
At the swampcave, you won’t get gourmet. You will, however, get good food. I’m a meatloaf, chicken 'n dumplings, pot roast kinda cook. Nobody ever complains, so I guess it’s all good. Besides, I can go out for all the gourmet stuff. That makes it a special treat.
-swampbear (maybe I could just give it all French names and make it sound all gourmet and stuff)
OK, so I guess I should admit that my un-gourmet phase has lasted (so far) 26 years. 
I’d like to cook gourmet. Someday. But it’s just so much easier to make “country” food. And yeah, I’ve never had any complaints either.
I like the idea of giving it all French names though. Any suggestions of what we could call some of these things to make them sound fancy? I’m having people over for dinner on Wednesday. I could use a good fancy-sounding name for quasi-chicken 'n dumplings.
Fries for lunch? Fries for lunch. I’ll go get them after I finish posting.
I am almost finished Bellwether, by Connie Willis. I do like her writing, but most of her characters makes me want to bat them over the head and dump them in swampy’s neighbour’s back yard. I know it’s intentional irritatingness (great word) but still.
Haven’t made meatloaf in a long time. Any particularly good recipes?
Hungry. Food.
It has been many years since I lost my last baby tooth. When I was young and I lost a tooth, the Tooth Fairy would leave a quarter under my pillow. When my little sister lost a tooth, the Tooth Fairy would leave a dollar under her pillow. I stopped even pretending for my sister’s sake that there was really a Tooth Fairy the time that said Tooth Fairy stole money out of my lunch fund to leave a quarter under my sister’s pillow.
I remember the last time the Tooth Fairy tried to leave anything under my pillow. My step-mother did not know that I had taken to sleeping with a boot knife under my pillow. (I know that’s not the proper place for a boot knife, but I couldn’t find any where that had pillow knives for sale.) When she slipped her hand under the pillow, she cut it pretty badly. I got in a good bit of trouble for sleeping with an open blade in bed like that. After that incident, I slept with the knife in its sheath, but still under the pillow.
I had Ramen Noodle for lunch. It reminded me greatly of my college days. Also, it provided and entire week worth of sodium for my diet. I guess I’ll need to avoid salty foods for the rest of the week. It amazes me that I survived for so long eating that stuff twice a day. Of course, I was much younger and less aware of how different foods would do strange things to my body over time. Now that I’m older and more aware, I really have no good excuse for still eating things like Ramen.
-Belz (with no good excuse)
Meatloaf. My favorite crock pot food. Mine comes out orangish, though. Really freaked out the ex - she thought I was cooking it wrong. Until she saw that my mom made it the same color. Then she wouldn’t eat it in front of my mom. I can tell you that really endeared her to ol’ Mum. Meh. Her loss.
Ground beef - a pound or so
one egg
breadcrumbs
worchester sauce ( a little)
two cans of Campbell Tomato Soup (condensed)
French salad dressing (a coupla tablespoons)
Mix it all up (except for the soup), form into a loaf that will fit into your crock pot, dump one can of soup into the crock pot, put the hunk of meat into the crock pot, then pour the rest of the soup over the lump. Cook for a day while you’re at work. Serves as many as can get to it before I eat it all.
I just found out that the Tooth Fairy isn’t who I thought it was. Seems I’m dating her. Weird. I asked her how she got around to all those houses, and why she was doing the job when she was 13, but I never got a straight answer.
Sorry, no interesting tooth stories, or even boring tooth stories. I’m not in a toothful mood.
May I take a minute to complain about how expensive fences are? Just a plain old board fence and my tax refund is going, going, gone! Yes, I could save a thousand dollars by having them pull down what’s left of the existing fence, and then just set posts and leave materials for me to do the rest. And yes, I know that once the posts are set, fence building is mainly a hammer and nail job and even I can hammer a nail. And I would feel pretty proud of myself when it was all done. But ya know what? I don’t wanna build my own fence. I’d do something weird and even if no one else noticed it, I always would. Plus, I am very capable of taking great pride in paying to have something done. In fact, by having the local company completely install the fence, I’m insuring that a couple of people have work, and since unemployment is still a big problem around here, that’s a good thing. So really, the most responsible thing I could do, as a concerned member of my community and to do my part to stimulate the economy, is to have them build it even though I could build it myself.
Yep, that’s it. I’d like to build it myself, but I’m not that selfish. For the good of the many, I’ll have someone else build it.
I wish it took me this long to rationalize spending a Benjamin on books.
Looks, all I ask is for someone else to figure out my grocery list and decide what we’re eating for the week, but no. Sheesh.
Gosh, my life is so hard.
Fine. I should get more sliced ham, and maybe pasta sauce. And I’ll pot roast some beef I have in the tomato sauce, and we’ll eat it with noodles for a couple of days. I should pick up some potatoes for the scalloped potatoes, too. And a case or two of coke. Working all night require caffeine.
This is not a very extensive grocery list. Maybe I need vegetables? Nope- we have orange juice. No scurvy round here. And lots of leftover minestrone. That’s got veggies in it. There may be some lurcking zuchinni, too.
Oh, dear. It’s going to be a ‘wander vaguely round the supermarket’ shopping day. I hope Driving Husband can stand it.
Fences are spendy! When we first bought the house we lived in that was our first order of business. Mind you, we only had to put up a fence on side and connect it to the house and put up one short area from my house to my neighbors fence (w/his permission) and that portion had a gate. We did all the labor ourselves. It was a simple, cedar, 5 or 6 foot fence. We paid over $800.00 for the materials. This is insane seeing as how we live in the PNW! Lumber is one of our major products for export. Guess those spotted owls, marbled murrelets, salamanders, etc have made our lumber very expensive. Remember that song about wiping your butt on a spotted owl? I thought it was a hoot. Hee, hee.
I like your rationale Kally. It makes perfect sense to me. Besides, your fence installers may be er…“interesting” to watch. 
I had one tooth that was loose for a whole year! It started getting loose the summer before kindergarden (my first loose tooth!), and then just stayed there for awhile. Others came out, but not that one. I finally lost it in the first week of first grade.
Ever notice how a slat missing in a fence looks like a kid’s mouth that is missing a tooth.
You wouldn’t believe how hard I tried to get two of these things to tie in together. I’m going home now, my head hurts.
Okay Lissla, go to the store and buy some chicken, tagine sauce ingredients (or a jar of the stuff ready made), and some cous cous. Cook it up, perhaps in a crock pot or tagine if you’ve got one hanging around the place, and then vwah-lah! you’ve got dinner. This is what I’d do if I’d defrosted some chicken. Instead I’m having quinoa salad, it’s pretty meh, so perhaps I should call my cousin and get her recipe.
I would also like my grandmother’s recipe for chicken and dumplings, which were good enough that the angels eat them in heaven, exclusively, but Grandma’s an angel herself therse days and not answering my repeated requests for a copy of the recipe. Hmph!
Parents are such worry warts. Sheesh, so she put a whole strawberry in her mouth-- I was watching her and she wasn’t going to swallow it before chewing and even if she did; Heimlich! Just for that, I’m returning the lawn darts, and taking the piranha out of the wading pool.
I remember nothing about my teeth falling out. My dad saved our first dog’s baby teeth. They’re somewhere in the junk room next to a dried up carrot and my great uncle’s lesson plans from 1935. Why couldn’t my family classify artwork or oriental rugs as something to pass down? Oh no, I’m saddled with dessicated produce.
Hey Taters, you know what Jif has now? Peanut butter with honey already in it! Think of all the time you’ll be saving with a product like that. “Well, I’d make peanut butter and nanner sammiches, but squirting the honey on takes so much tiiiiiiiiiime!” No more! It’s premixed in the peanut butter! Like Goober Grape, only different.