They were mowing the lawn at 7:08 AM this morning. With big giant tractors. I am displeased.
Ah yes, thesis time. The nightmares really do only happen once or twice a week after the first ten years. After twenty years it’s only once or twice a month. I hear that once one turns eighty, one hardly ever has the nightmare.
Did it have a screw off cap? It sounds loverly. Of course if you are a real wine snob, you get the kind in the box that has the little spigot on it. Keep a paper towel under the spigot and it’ll catch anything that drips. Look! Another helpful household hint! I really do need to write that book.
It had a real cork and everything, which you know can’t possibly mean it’s that good, since you have to work to get to the booze. Myself, I much prefer good old Boone’s at $2.99 a bottle. The newer flavors are tasty, and they come in such a lovely array of colors.
The sad thing is, I’m kinda not kidding. Boone’s Fuzzy Navel is excellent, although maybe not so great at the getting-you-drunk part. And my favorite champagne is about seven bucks a bottle. 
drae, about your guilty Robert Jordan secret…I have it too. :o And now that I know he’s been sick and may not finish the goddam series, I feel like pulling a Sabatini (i.e., perch at his deathbed and browbeat him into finishing the story).
bumba, have we talked about Mr. Anachi also suffering from occasional bouts of gout? I think I did read sommers there is a connection to heart disease.
I have a treadmill that I have faithfully used for the last three and a half years. Unless I am sick or there’s a power outage, I do an hour every morning…five days a week. I know for a fact that I’m a lot more fit than I’ve been in several decades. You just have to make up your mind that you are going to…well…just DO it!
The plumber is here installing the shower pan in the newly enlarged shower in the master bath. Why do I keep hearing the sound of a cash register???
After he leaves, I’m gonna go pay my dues at Target and then grocery shop for Mr. Anachi for while I’m gone to the beach. He will probably eat pizza and subs every night anyway. :rolleyes:
Tupug
Nitpick:
Shoudln’t have the MMP occurred this week on Wednesday since Tuesday was a holiday* and most people had Monday off**?
*It’s a holiday in the USA. It should be a holiday in England since that’s the first day you were rid of our sorry butts. And it’s practically a holiday in Canada since Canada day is the first and so Monday was probably a bank holiday for you, at least I hope so. That’s as far as my rationalisation goes. Australia and other sundry parts you are on your own.
**Everyone should always have every Monday off. If you didn’t have this past Monday off that’s just criminal and I hope you spent the whole day surfing the web for pr0n or posting to the SDMB. Your boss was probably not there anyway. Or if he was, his boss was probably not there. She was sleeping in late.
ok - now I’m getting flashbacks! It was a bottle of either Boone’s Farm Starwberry Hill or Spanada, a screw top sangria, every Friday night - and that was before we went into town to our favorite bar for some serious drinking
except that would make Tuesdays horrible.
Robert Jordan will never finish the blased series. He’s having too much fun introducing random chacters and describing pastoral diets. (“In this area, they ate beans with butter and the women all wore high-necked silk dresses. In the next area over, they ate eggplant and the women all wore low-necked woolen dresses. Three women promptly fell in love with Rand despite his lack of any redeeming qualities. I didn’t date enough in college.”)
I didn’t read past book eight. I feel for you guys who are addicted.
How old is your daughter, Twinks? Deerskin is a very dark book. If she’s younger than fifteen I’d recommend The Blue Sword or Rose Daughter instead. Spindle’s End is great. It’s one of the many novels that I’ve read aloud to Mr. Lissar.
I bought some Arrogant Frog wine a couple of weeks ago. It was pretty good, but I like my nice dependable New Zealand wines better. The label was great, though. It came in a screw-top bottle, too, which is pretty classy.
Good morning all.
Yesterday was very busy. We are nearly packed. We basically we need to throw our perishables in the cooler and throw our clothes in the car and we should be done packing.
Yesterday was also very expensive. Sigh…We did end up buying a camcorder. My God, there’s so much to read on it. For the first few times I use it, I think, it’s just pretty much going to be on auto. No fancy-schmancy stuff for me. After our trip to Costco, we then ran to Best Buy, then Kit’s Cameras. After that, I had to go to Safeway. After that, we had to go to MIL to drop off the dog and eat dinner at her house. After that, we came home and did more packing. I also did more laundry.
Um, Bobbio, you can keep the antlers, really, I don’t need 'em. Besides, Spats said he wanted some.
Well, I really should get going. I need to make pasta salad to take along on the trip, plus I need to shower.
See you all on Monday.
I only got to book 4. And that is a perfect summary.
As for Tuesdays, Tuesdays are horrible. No, I don’t hate Mondays. I don’t like them, but at least I’m expecting them… Tuesdays come out of left field when you are least expecting them.
Boone’s Farm Tickle Pink, 1977, my GF Kay and I sitting on the hammock in her backyard. That’s all there needs to be said about that, 'k?
I saw somewhere that some fancypants wineries are now going to twist offs. Something about bacteria in cork affecting the flavor, I dunno. I buy wine for the label or cool names. I saw some “J. Garcia” Merlot the other day I think I’ll get for the Wife.
I’m all blah today. Can’t get started, and Friday doesn’t seem like good timing as far as “getting started” goes.
Friday? Friday.
… blorp. Anyway … did I mention it’s Friday? I did? Good. I’m sorta out of it today, in that my-mind-is-already-in-weekend-mode sort of way. This morning started off splendidly too. Rushed out of the house only to have the car we were in run out of gas on the bridge over the bay. This came as a surprise to us, because the fuel gauge showed a quarter of a tank remaining. We had to have my ride’s dad (the one from whom I’m renting a room) show up with a container full of gas, enough to get us to the next gas station. C’est la vie.
I know nothing about wine, except that one scene in I Love Lucy with the grape stomping.
Oh, and I have another pun for you guys. Because I love you all so very much.
The month-based puns turned out to be a major flop. Just to see what you guys come up with, I’m hereby taking suggestions for next week’s category. Hey, if it’s really good, I just might use it.
I don’t think that’s what **KeithT ** wants to hear. He was complaining the other morning about the dreams about grad school and his thesis. I don’t think I’m going to tell him that you said he could be having those dreams for 20 years. He wouldn’t appreciate knowing that.
Shibb, I was one of those people working on Monday. And you’re right, my boss was out and his boss was out. It was really really quiet here. So I surfed the internet a lot. 
I’m not joining the book discussion because I don’t read anything tha comes anywhere near being classified as literature. Trashy novels are as far as I get. There’s too much seriousness in life; I don’t want it in my entertainment. I don’t watch serious movies either.
And I can’t join the wine discussion because I don’t drink wine. Sheesh. I’m so boring. 
That’s one thing I don’t miss about my old apartment: They used to mow the baseball field that was across the street from that apartment at 6:30 AM on Saturdays if there was going to be a game that day. Yeah, I loved that.
See, they’re not fooling anyone. I hope you got nothing done.
There’s a book discussion in here somewhere? You mean I’m supposed to read the 250+ posts before mine to try and find some vague train of thought? I know we started on hotdogs, and I had some hotdogs on the fourth, so we’re all cool right. Then I skipped forward to the end. I could lie to you and say that I’m going to read the creamy filling in the middle, but I’m probably not. As for books, I’ve been reading John Irving lately. I’m still figuring him out. He seems quite obsessed with sex, wrestling, German and usually bears, although I don’t think that there are any bears in the one I’m reading now.
I won’t drink champagne. I have never been so disappointed by an alcoholic drink. So much promise - and yet champagne is so damn dry.
No, I likes me a good sweet wine. Drae knows my affection for honeymead, but I also will drink ports, as well as a nice Duckwalk. I try most fruit wines, except white grapes - dry again. I do love a light muscat.
I generally prefer foofy mixed drinks, though.
Well, I can’t argue with you. But Jordan has sworn that the next book will be the last–although you may need a wheelbarrow to get it from the bookstore to the car. He’s also announced he’s ill, so I think he’ll seriously finish it just in case.
And I’m still reading because I love Mat.
I am almost completely with you. I’ll occasionally read something serious, but when I sit down to read, I want to be entertained. And I love trashy novels–especially those fluffy romantic-comedy books that make you mildly embarrassed at the checkout counter but are worth it when you get home and curl up on the couch. I’m not proud.
Mika, try Verdi champagne. Cheap, sweet, and eight glasses of it certainly rocked my boat.
Have fun camping Taters! Y’all gonna trap any wild critters and roast 'em over an open fire? Cause that can be fun. Hope you got stuff for ‘smores. Nuttin’ better than 'smores after a wild critter supper.
Speaking of eating wild critters, ACBG and I have been invited to a bird supper tomorrow night. What’s that you say? Well, usually it’s fried and/or roasted quail and dove, rice and gravy and biscuits. Other stuff might get thrown in to the mix but those are the basics. Plus wine and beer and iced tea. You can’t have a supper in the south without iced tea. It’s agin the law if’n there ain’t no iced tea. Sweetened iced tea. Though I am what you call a heretic cause I like my iced tea unsweetened. With lemon. None of them weird sugar substitutes either. Just plain ol’ unsweet iced tea with lemon. However, if there’s cold beer, that’s what I’ll be drinking. Bird suppers is good eats.
taxi don’t worry. I promise KeithT will quit hollerin’, screamin’ and kicking all night long in bed after the first five years.
Howdy Shibb! I agree that John Irving is extremely obsessed with bears. There’s a lot of sexual undertone related to that in his novels. Or maybe it’s because I have a dirty mind. He likes ‘rasslin’ a lot too.
Don’t get me wrong. I read trash, too, and my favorite kind of book is British humor - or in this case, humour. But I also love sci-fi and fantasy. I have a voracious imagination, it needs to be fed, or it dreams of nasties under the bed.
And I will try the Verdi champagne. I dunno if I’m going to try 8 glasses, though. 
Hey, when are you planning for the faire?
Heh, are we still talking about the thesis nightmares?
My workfriday has already ended, so I can now with a clear concience let that post about sweet white wine mentioned earlier trigger a reciepe on chocolate sauce that goes very well with fresh wild berries. You need a very very dark chocolate with a high cocoa content (less cocoa fat). What is done is that you take a good handfull of chocolate and melt in a small pot. Then you add the same amount of the sweet white wine, and maybe some more (let your chefs instincts go wild), and let boil down to half the total content. Then add some spoonfulls of creme fraice and freshly chopped koriander (I am very fond of lime because it mixes so well with the sweet, so I added a squeese of this too, but it is not part of the original reciepe). Let it cool before serving with big bowls full of fresh berries adding the chocolate sauce on top. Mmmmh…
Also, this desert also goes very well with the bronze finals in the world cup in soccer on saturday, and with the leftovers on sunday when the finale is played off. Busy weekend!
Kotick
Oooh, maybe I should start planning. lol Have to check with the Roomie. I know we’re going away the weekend before it starts, and we’re going to Amsterdam sometime in the middle–let me figure it out and we’ll discuss next week, how’s that?