Would you believe that I had a plastic bone for that exact hairdo (only I was Wilma, many a year ago), but gave it away in our most recent White Elephant?
G’mornin’ and Happy Hump Day!
My neck of the woods started off white. Frost, thankfully, and not snow – none of that in the forecast anytime soon. Somehow it’s going to climb to 7c today and stay up in the high singles for the rest of the week. Just the same, yesterday morning and this morning are the first days of the season where I really felt the nip of winter in the air. Winter and I, we don’t get on so well, so the longer it’s held at bay the better.
My mall finally got all the Christmas reparations hung and built. Santa is in his customary place. They hire a pretty convincing Santa each year. He has a real beard, big, white 'n bushy as is proper on St. Nick. He plays the part very well, and I can’t help but smile when I pass by. The last few years they had a couch – a love seat, really – all green upholstery and ornate wood trim with a matching ottoman. In defiance of tradition but sensible in today’s climate of propriety, children would sit next to him as they nervously but excitedly told him their most fervent Christmas wishes. Santa would listen with a smile on his face and a jolly chuckle. This year however, the love seat was no more. It had been replaced with a single, plush, high-backed chair, also of green upholstery and stained oak. The ottoman was the same, though. They had brought back sitting on Santa’s knee! I know not why or how they managed it given current sensitivities to such things, but there it was. “Come,” I could almost hear him say. “Sit on Santa’s knee and tell him all about what you want for Christmas!” I kind of missed that. I know it’s a little silly – where the kids sit really doesn’t matter, does it? – but I guess I’m so used to the Kid On Santa’s Knee scene that seeing it presented any other way somehow strikes me as unusual. And no one seems to be complaining that I can tell. It’s nice to know that at least one little thing hasn’t completely succumbed to oversensitivity.
ScareyFaerie -we are revoking your UK citizenship. If you read the fine print, it says clearly that no resident of the realm can dislike Harry Potter. You’re being transported, babe-to the Falklands.
<dusts off hands>
Well, that takes care of her.
(btw, I am still wrapping my head around the fact that there is a creature called the “veg man” who delivers fresh produce to your door. We should be so lucky).
Off to grocery store today, to spend that $150. Anybody have any last minute items they need? I’m only going ONCE.
Here is my list:
coffee
milk
sweet potatoes
flour
butter
Hershey’s almond kisses (none of your busines, buddy-but they ARE essential)
Mozeralla cheese
sausages
beef roast
bacon
eggs
carrots
apples
Romaine
green beans
cereal
shampoo
tampons
oops-forgot to tell you all this (because I tell you guys everything!).
I went out the back today to check the birdfeeder-and fell down the frost covered stairs. Hurt like hell and I now have a large scrape all down one arm.
I dunno, but it might interfere with me writing today…
I agree. I’ve watched one of the movies with a friend who’s a HP fanatic (also a Buffy fanatic), and I nearly died.
swampy, proper tea is hot, preferably loose-leaf, and with sugar. Unless it’s green tea. I’m having nice Jasmine tea for breakfast, because the green teapot (teapot for green tea) is the unbroken one. I’ve had sweet tea, and I was unipressed.
Happy American Turkey Day, everyone.
There have been no screams of panic. I’m cautiously assuming that DH did not propose last night. Aargh. Dude, hurry up1
gt, keep me posted about the book. I am going around forcing it on people. Here’s a chunk of it that I posted somewhere else. It’s fairly short. I think it’s really interesting advice. I’m one-third of the way through Sophia House, by Michael O’Brien, right now. You might like his books, too.
On preview, Ouch, rigs! Go sit somewhere with a nice cup of tea or coffee, and baby yourself.
Quickie Drive-By: I am making the Dreaded-By-Some Greenbean Casserole and Broccoli Souffle for Turkey-day Dinner (to be eaten at my sister’s) and I need eggs and an onion, so I need to run to the store.
The BiblioDaughter will arrive home tomorrow in the morning and I guess I should put clean sheets on her bed - although I bet she hasn’t changed her sheets since she’s been away.
I have class tonight and have two chapters to read.
Schools are closed today (when the hell did that start?) and the BiblioSon is already whining that he’s bored and has nothing to do. Playstation 2 in the basement, Nintendo DS and a Gameboy, a garage full of sports equipment, about a zillion DVDs, and cable TV and he’s bored.
Okay, grocery store run, two casseroles to make, beds to change, two chapters to read and a whiney kid to beat. Kidding on that last one.
Ok, Rigs you have permission to go grocery shopping. The family does need food. However, no stopping at the mall! Come right back home and get started on that paper young lady! No dillydallying. No lollygagging either. Are we going to have to check your work? And for the last time, get that look off your face right now!
I have six boxes of mop handles to take to FedEx. Seems a certain state park is in dire need of mop handles but not mopheads. Kinda makes me wonder what they’re doing with all those mop handles since we just shipped a metric buttload of 'em over there not six weeks ago. Maybe they have a mop handle thief! :eek:
Class? What are you taking? (we can be prisoners in adjoining cells).
My elementary school kid (#2son) had been OUT ALL WEEK-how’s that?! Grrrr.
Re the whiney kid to beat: I’ll hold him (her?) down. Go get the wet noodle.
Errr…last time I looked, the Falklands were an overseas territory of the UK. That means I get to keep my UK-ship and play with the penguins. Yay!
You’re right to be jealous, rigs, he’s a lovely bloke and he brings me a big box of goodies every week. Last night I had bananas, kiwi fruit, carrots, broccoli, beetroot, mushrooms, peppers, savoy cabbage, black kale and leeks. And it’s all organic too.
LiLi, if QD doesn’t want DH, send him over this way - I’ll happily swap today’s version of 'im indoors for one that’s not broken.
Nearly missed the end bit, hope the injury’s better soon, rigs!
I’m up again. OK, I woke up again maybe 45 minutes ago, but still, that’s SLEEPING IN! Which I pretty much never do. And haven’t even done on weekends lately, due to work stress. Yay!!!
Ouch. Sorry about the fall, rigs. But you heard [del]Dad[/del] swampy, didn’t you? Oh, and get me an extra gallon of milk, please. I find that I’m out. Which means I either have to go to the corner store or go to the coffee shop. Which means I have to get dressed and leave the house. Grrrr.
Interesting quote, LiLi. Helpful to keep in mind with the one really difficult person in my (work) life. Might have to tape that quote up somewhere discreet at my desk. (It’s been a particular trial lately…)
Re: school being out. We were wondering about that at lunch yesterday. When did they start giving kids the Wednesday (or WEEK :eek: ) of Thanksgiving off? Guess I’ll have to start grilling some of my younger friends. Or maybe start a poll in IMHO. If noone’s done that already.
GT
I want your veg man, too.
I also want Other Quasi-Daughter’s husband, who cleans the kitchen. Twice a week. And the bathroom. Not in an obsessive-compulsive way, either. To come home to a clean kitchen! What joy!
Time to do the laundry. What does borax actually do? I just bought some, and I’ve been using it, but I’m unsure about usefulness.
Our kids here had short days Monday and Tuesday, and are off today. Kids these days…
rigs - the list looks good, I got everything I see me needing for the long four day food orgy on my trip yesterday. Tonight after I get home, I’ll do a little prep work, then in the morning I’m set up to have a couple neighbors over the celebratory bloody marys and pop ole Tom in the oven. - Also, hope the arm heals nicely. Ow.
Anyone that doesn’t like HP needs their head examined, but that’s just MY humble opinion.
Penguins!!!
I don’t have a veg man, but the other day the Harry & David’s basket came from my mom. Every thanksgiving it shows up all filled with pears, cheese, salmon and chocolate. MMMMM. 
So - today. At work, but not doing anything of any consequence unless I’m dragged kicking and screaming into it. And no longer than 1 PM under any conditions.
Alrighty, off to read the news.
OH - who’s giving odds on the little Bush-ling’s cell phone contents getting dumped on the 'net pretty soon? Text messages, pictures…? I can’t wait. 
I’ll admit, the movie was painfully long, but “in for a penny, in for a pound”. I also had a little trouble following the dialogue between the kids. I am a SFX geek and Maggie Smith fan (ever since Jean Brodie - perhaps because I got an A when I did her “assassin!*” speech in drama class at age 14)
**Nava ** - have a safe trip - watch out for singing Von Trapp kids and tumbling Heidies once you cross the border
Poor rigs’ arm
swampy - I thought you were all thru with wwwwwwwiiiiiiiiiiiirrrrrrrrrrrreeeeeeeeeee hhhhhhhhaaaaaaaaannnnnnnnnnnggggggggeeeeeeeerrrrrrs and mopheads. Why are you still playing with them? And what about those easter eggs?
ok - back to work - later, dudes and dudettes. 
- just how many esses are in that word?
Nope. I am very familiar with manclean. It involves crumbs on the counters and spots of stuff on the stove. “But all the dishes are done.” :rolleyes:
So I made KeithT’s family’s traditional pumpkin cheesecake yesterday to take to their house for Thanksgiving. It went well, and I was pretty proud of myself for having done it. So I left it sitting out to cool… (can you see where this is going??)… and when I came back later there was a big hole in the top. Someone small and furry ATE a bunch of it. :eek: And then because she’s lactose intolerant, she threw it back up. :rolleyes: KeithT’s working on figuring out how to cover the hole so no one knows what happened. Aren’t you glad you’re not eating at our house??
Then this morning the aforementioned cat got her head stuck in a tissue box and I got to laugh at her so I think we’re even now. 
Forgot something, of course (I NEED COFFEE).
Well…at least you’re getting exercise, right, Sean? ::hums to self:: Always look on the bright side of life. / Did they give you an idea of when they’ll actually be working on the roof?
And the veg man does sound wonderful. Can he make a couple of overseas stops? I have friends who are part of a co-op and get vegetables weekly from local farmers, but that’s just summer and early fall, AFAIK.
And…because it’s practically the weekend for US Dopers: Am I remembering correctly that a certain ScarieFaerie is the next MMP starter?
GT
Guilty as charged, m’lud…
I do hope you took pictures!
To some degree mopheads, mop handles, wiiiiiiiirrrrreeeeee haaaaaaaaannnnnnnnnngggggggggeeeeeeeerrrrrrrrsssss and little round rubber thingys will always be a part of my life. Along with boxes and bags and bulk mailing and assorted other grossities (it’s a word!) of life. Even if I don’t deal with them directly there’s stuff I still have to deal with cause I’m the boss. Translate that to mean, all bitches, gripes, complaints and general grumblings get to be heard by me. :rolleyes: Sigh At least I’m not being hung in effigy over payroll still. Everybody’s pretty much accepted that come January 1 that’s the way it is. Ah my life, the envy of untold millions.
MBG bloody mary’s shall be consumed at the swampcave too. As I mentioned in last week’s MMP (to the grossoutedness of gotti) I have a friend who makes a dang fine BM. I’m told that mimosas shall also flow freely. That’s ok by me. I don’t like 'em all that much myself. Champagne and oj tastes icky to me.
I’m hungry.
Oh, Rigs sorry about the owie but you still have to work on that paper. Here, have some Tylenol[sup]TM[/sup] and soup. That’ll help. Now, sit down there and get crackin’ on that paper. Your arm won’t fall off from typing.
Just popping in to wish everyone a
HAPPY TURKEY DAY!!!
I have come to the conclusion, after many years of study, that the day before Thanksgiving is advance punishment for the luxury of four days off. Seriously, it’s 10:47 a.m. and I’m bored out of my skull.
Maybe I’ll start a game of Doperball, like I did last year.