Awwwwwwwww, Swampy, he’s adorable! 
Ain’t he though! Wish I could find a bigger picture to show ya. Just remember to find out when “Design On A Dime” is shown on HGTV in Bluehairia and watch.
WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOF!!!
PM Contemporary Great Room 06/19/2004 1:00 AM DOD-612
Magical Playroom 06/19/2004 1:30 AM DOD-607
Eclectic Music Room 06/19/2004 4:30 PM DOD-507
Romantic Cottage Bedroom 06/19/2004 10:00 PM DOD-602
Romantic Cottage Bedroom 06/20/2004 2:00 AM DOD-602
Studio Apartment Makeover 06/20/2004 4:30 PM DOD-511
1950s American Kitchen to European Cafe 06/21/2004 10:00 PM DOD-402
Spanish Rustic Living Room 06/21/2004 10:30 PM DOD-513
10:00 pm Design on a Dime 10:30 pm Design on a Dime
Okay, it decided to post by itself while I was trying to make it look pretty and all. Design On A Dime, Mondays and Saturdays at 10:00 PM, and variuos times during the day. Now we can all watch it at the same time (more or less) and know that all across America, a select group of people are lusting over Charles Burbridge (either for ourselves, or for a friend). It’s the little things like this that bring us together as a community.
Sorry.
I was busy.
Oh goodness but tortillas in scrambled eggs is good! I’m pretty sure I’m being objective about this, because it’s a comfort food for me and takes me back to my second mom’s kitchen on school day mornings when it smelled like coffee, sugar smacks, eggs, and the after shave my bonus brothers wore. Hummmm… happy, safe, warm… Oh, anyway Lissla, you take corn tortillas and cut them into 1/2 inch strips and mix them into the eggs, cook 'em up and put ketchup on them, salsa’s good too. I strongly suspect this started as a way to stretch eggs and use up slightly stale corn tortillas, but every home in this part of Mexico cooks it up and good is good.
Also, keep your yoghurt containers. They’re perfect for saving paint and even if you don’t paint now, you can never tell when you might pick up painting. Eight months, you’ll never be a proper pack rat if you limit yourself to practical stuff like that.
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Kallessa, I had my ears pierced about seventy million times and I noticed that the second through fifth or sixth were always cranky unless I was terribly careful about cleaning (why the others up around the tops of my ears didn’t get infected, I don’t know. Maybe there was just less flesh). The backs on standard earrings get filled with gunk, as you noticed and cause trouble I believe, so I switched to hoops and that cut down on infection. I took them out before I ever got around to trying barbell type earrings, which I wondered about. Since the backs are just little balls, maybe they wouldn’t catch gunk or irritate the healing hole. So there you go; evidence I think way too much about small stuff.
I have a question for our horsey types. Is calling a horse a chestnut bay correct? I swear I saw this written somewhere, but my friend who has a couple of horses says that a horse is either a bay or a chestnut. I say it’s a way to specify what kind of bay a horse is, because bays can vary in color from the classic, though always have black points. But what do I know?
Hey what happened? I cut and pasted, though I didn’t preview, and lookit the ugly coding bits. Ashes[sup]{size=1]2[/size][/sup] That’s not it either. Bumbaaaaaa! Come fix it, fix it, fix it!
Ashes[sup]2[/sup] Oooh, there we go, gotta zap all the curly brackets to regular brackets. I are a koledge gradiate.
Driving Husband’s entire extended family is now helping us move. We may have to buy more stuff to make them feel like they’ve done enough.
Well, better too many than too few.
The computer may be unplugged for as much as twenty-four hours. Goodbye, all.
Lissla, I know you’re gone and all (for a while) but I have to make this observation in the vain hope that you’ll check this thread whrn the computer is back.
You don’t have to buy more stuff. Nope. What ya gotta do is the old 'out one door and in the other". It works like this (I could leave without the explanation and see what people come up with on their own, but I’m not gonna): you decide how much more stuff is needed to make the extra workers happy and satisfied that they were needed and it could not have been done without them. Say you need a third more stuff. Every third box or item that leaves the house is stealthily brought back in, placed in another room, and then moved out again by another helper. If ya don’t have two doors, use a window (winda? winder?). Then, and this is the kicker, when you get to the new place, unpacking will take like half the time and everyone will feel all efficient and skillful–“didja see the way I handled that box, lickety-split, right into the house,” they’ll say wth self-satisfied smiles.
Oh, and lots of beer helps with the stealthily part. Once you’ve had enough beer, you’ll forget they can see you moving boxes right back into the house. And if any of them comment on it–well, you’re drunk, you won’t remember what you were doing and think that they’re the crazy ones.
It’s all about plausible deniability.
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again:
I’m not talking about you. I put you in the “MMP regular who just hasn’t posted much lately because she’s busy” category, so I don’t want you to feel like I’m nagging you in particular. Besides, I suspect that you are a total hottie, which inclines me even more to cut you some slack.
There are, however, some people who refuse to come out of the shadows and play with us. I wish they would.
I am not an expert “horsey type” but I found this on a this site which has genetic explanations.
Chestnut: Body color any shade of red, reddish-brown, or orangey-red, points may be lighter or darker than the body, or the same color, but never black.
Bay: Body color red, ranging from light to dark, but some shade of red or reddish-brown; points black. Dark bays may have an “overlay” of black hairs on the body but the color underneath will still be some shade of red.
Here’s the web site if you want to know more and see pictures http://www.horsecolor.com/
And, by the way, as long as we are sharing posting secrets, how the heck do you change a link to say what you want instead of the url???
Tupug
(Enquiring mind wants to know)
Oh my! People lurking in dark shadows waiting to pounce on unsuspecting passers by. I’ve seen pornos (not that I own any, of course, they belong to friends) with this very same plot! :eek:
Lissla hope all is going well with the moving. Kalley has the right idea. Any move goes better with vast quantities of beer being consumed.
Dinner at my second favorite Japanese place last night was good. I had three unagis as an appetizer then had steak and scallops as my entree. I had two little cups of sake and a Japanese beer. Birthday boy had a good time. All was good. Then there was a big 'lectrical storm after I got home. I went to bed early cause of it and slept like a log.
I forgot to tell y’all about my yard. See, I’m having a sprinkler system put in next week. The cable, phone, and 'lectrical folks have been out to mark where all the lines are buried, seeing as how they’re all underground. My yard, which incidentally is a beautiful emerald green color due to all the rain lately, has pink, orange and yellow paint marking all the various lines (pink = phone, yellow = cable and orange = 'lectrical in case y’all are wondering). So my yard is pink, orange, yellow and green. It looks like a clown lives there. 
Mr. Anachi and I watch Design On A Dime alla time. I will now become more vigilant on the lookout for Mr. Adorable. 
Tupug
(double-pierced and eyeballs peeled)
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DOH! :smack: Thanks, Ex!!
:dubious: I am creating an army of Charles Burbridge stalkers!
Ok, since it’s Friday, I’ll share a piercing story. Just so everybody knows, I have nothing on my body pierced. However, once this man I was seeing asked me if I would consider having at least one if not both of my nipples pierced. I politely declined.He kept bringing it up. I kept declining (and being ever so skeeved over the idea). He even offered to pay for it. :eek: I made the wise decision, IMHO, to discontinue that relationship. BTW, his own nipples were pierce free. Weird, I say, weird!
-swampbear (I did however once seriously consider a tattoo on my hiney)
And what, pray tell, did you intend to put there?
Since I seem to have this need to freely discuss my anatomy today, I contemplated having a bear paw tattooed on each cheek. Even went so far as to go to the tattoo place and pick out the ones I wanted. What stopped me you ask? The idea of having a very sore and bruised up hiney for seven to ten days( :eek: ) made me rethink the entire idea.
-swampbear (also tattoo free)
Well, my day playing hooky was lotso fun. We went bowling and drank five pitchers of beer! I was absolutely horrible (ya think the beer had something to do with it?), but it was all very good and cheap entertainment.
Our friends decided they needed to stop at Wally World on the way back home to buy pool chemicals. Since they drove, we had to go with them. This was a BIG mistake. Every single time we accompany them on their errands, WE spend the big wad of money and they don’t spend anything. Last weekend they wanted plants from the nursery, but I was the one who purchased one hundred dollars worth, while she spent only $28.00. So anyhoo, into the store we all troop and I notice BBQs on sale. You all may or may not remember that my BBQ had died a terrible cancerous death so we WERE in dire need of a new one. So, guess what I bought. It’s not exactly what I wanted, but it DOES have cast iron burners, so hopefully it will last a good while now. After our shopping expedition, we went back to our friends’ house and played horse. The pool was full and the boys decided they needed to take a dip. So they stripped down to their skivvies and jumped in. They were trying to make us gals jump in, but we most politely declined.
Yesterday my hubby pleased me immensely! Now, now…climb on up out of the gutter folks…
I arrived home and he had assembled our new BBQ, gone to the butcher store, and had prepared dinner and it was on the table when I arrived home from work and yet another trip to Costco. I was soooooooooooooooooooooooooooo pleased.
Yesterday evening I went to our other friends house and gave her a B-day present and had me some good cake. Our bowling friends were there too and I commented to our bowling friend, who also has the pool, that I would be floating in his pool when he arrived home. He informed me that I was NOT going to be in his pool! :eek: Huh?! It’s gonna be flippin’ 88 degrees and I can’t go in his pool?!
Apparently the Ph is off, and he has to add some more chemicals before I can go in. His wife asked if she could do it for him and he said no. At which point I told him he would not make a good leader because he doesn’t know how to delegate authority.
Well, I need to get myself another cup of joe and do something productive.