Lissla - do you have a black felt-tip marker?? That might work!
You’re welcome!
Um, FCM, I never even saw it. I swear. I didn’t just delete it out of spite because Rue is your lust miffin and I’m not. Really!
Actually, just to put anyone else who might want to send me a recipe on notice, if it ain’t got SDMB in the subject it goes directly to the trash can. I may miss a mail here or there, but it’s a damn sight better than getting all of that junk in my box.
$10! Forget that. Hie thee to a drugstore (supermarket, Wal-mart, whatever) and pick up a bottle of Wet ‘n’ Wild. Not more than $0.99. Or have a momentary reversion to your teen years and lift it. Free.
(Not that I would ever encourage anyone to steal. Or do anyother illegal activity. Nope, not me. ;))
There shall be no further posts about makeup, flowers, hairstyles, or anything else the least bit girly in this thread.
The above proscription includes any and all posts from the gender-traitor welby asking for cake recipies. I mean, sheesh, I like cake as much as the next (fat and sloppy) guy, but it has to be baked by the acknowledged Master (usually a woman, because women are talented).
I call the real men, like Angel Pants, Shibb, lightingtool, and Rue himself, to pledge to most nothing but manly stuff in the remainder of this thread.
We shall overcome. Let there be posts celebrating the holy Chainsaw, the Drill-Press, the Turret Lathe, the Chevy 305 Small Block, the Wright-Patterson V-12 Turbo, the Sea Wolf Class Submarine, the B-17, the B-2, and Fly-Fishing Reels. Let us exalt the 17-45 Naval Rifle, the Precision Screwdriver, the Oxy-Acetelyne Torch, and the M2 Fifty-Caliber Machine Gun.
We must retain our identities as MEN, and resist the pernicious influence of women (even if they bake excellent cakes) and gender-traitors (like welby).
Don’t force me to drag Kn*ckers and Wintermute* into my basement for a round of spankings.
*FairyChatMom, Ellen and Lissla Lissar have big, scary husbands. If either of you other ladies do as well, please let me know and I will remove you from the spanking list.
On the other hand, given the ineptitude I displayed in the above travesty, go ahead and post whatever you want.
Sheesh.
I’m going out for dinner now anyway.
What makes you think my husband is big or scary? I think he’s comparable in size to welby, although I didn’t see them side by side. OK, he can be scary, but only when it suits his purpose.
Can I talk about mowing my lawn - is that manly enough? I won’t tell you the part about when I pruned my coleus - that’s probably too dainty for you to handle. What about “the boy”? He moved some dirt for me today - is that manly? (even tho he’s just 17) It’s thundering outside right now - deep and rumbly - does that fit in the manly category?
Just wanna be sure here. I don’t want you getting all pouty on me, Ex! 
Clotted cream is pretty easy to make, according to Alton Brown (he’s the jakest! And he’s from Georgia, too, Angel Pants.). You take pasturized whipping cream (but not ultra-pasturized, 'cause that wouldn’t work) and put it in a coffee filter in the basket to your coffeemaker, and put all that over a container (like a Pyrex measuring cup). Put that whole contraption in the fridge for 8-10 hours, scraping down the sides every couple of hours, until it’s the proper consistency, like sour cream, and voila! You’ve got yourself some clotted cream. See? It’s not gross once you know what it is (unlike gin. That stuff’s nasty.).
And FCM - my nickname was Fred, too!
Well, according to the Cheese and Cream Regulations (Northern Ireland) 1996…
Seems like they oughta know. Alls I know is I buy it in little jars and sometimes it’s spiked with brandy and it’s very tasty.
Marinated mushrooms are also very good for a party. I’ve never been to a pool party but they’re all pretty much alike, aren’t they?
Oh, right. Something manly… hmmmm… sweat socks?
It’s all I’ve got.
[sup]I’ve never been called “girly” before! Sure you don’t mean my sister?[/sup]
Well here in Casa Tanookie we will be using the holy chain saw to hack down some shrubbery … we couldn’t find a herring …
And sanding drywall (with the testosterone driven power sander hooked up to the oh so manly shop vac) in my soon to be Monopoly themed bathroom. And while there will be no drill press or lathe involved there was a blow torch to do the plumbing and will be a mitre saw to cut the moldings…
Is that manly enough?
Although that truly is the royal we as I will be in my official capacity as heckling wife and munchkin keeper-out-of-the-wayer and my wonderful, manly, hubby will be doing all the work 
Thanks for the suggestion, FCM. :rolleyes:
Ooh! Ooh! Very exciting and ties in with Ex’s amusing fear of my husband! Mr. Lissar’s Sensei wants him to compete on Sunday in spite of having only started training a month or so ago, and also thinks he could make black belt in about two years.
Anyway, I thought it wsa exciting, even if it means that swords and things are waved around in our limited apartment-space even more often than before…
So yeah, my nail polish is chipping. It’s a really pretty iridescent dark blue/green, and it’s all shiny, but I think I’ll have to redo it. And after that, maybe I’ll, uh, do something else girly?- oh, I know- I’m going to dance class today. Three hours. I may die.
So, it’s short for “clotted artery cream”? I’m sure it’s delicious, but I don’t think ice cream is even that bad for you.
Now, to keep Exgineer happy, I think we’re going to have to use high HP chainsaws to perform the open heart surgery and coronary bypasses you’re going to need if you keep eating that stuff.
Well, you could eat butter straight. THAT would be worse for you, I’m sure. Bring on the chainsaws!
Dance class was lovely, thank you, although boiling hot- no airconditioning.
I was going to use the weed whacker today, but it clouded over then thundered and stomed, so no whacking. Instead, I did laundry. Great fun there. And I played with my house plans, trying to draw the front elevation and dimension the floorplan. Oh, and I went out and bought some milk earlier too.
Neither manly nor womanly, just boring…
darn! It worked right the last time I did it:confused:
All righty, then. Here’s my excuse/explanation.
If you have a husband/boyfriend/friendly male neighbor, he’s big and scary to me, because I’m small and weak. And fat, we can’t forget the "fat"part. So, you ladies are off limits. I’m easily frightend.
OOOh, someone’s in my house and I’m gonna DIE…
Oh, no, my mistake. The noise was my girlfriend in the living room watching TV, and the “shadowy figure” was my actual shadow on the back wall. I’m such a goose.
I feel for you on the “rain” thing, FairyChatMom, because I have the same problem. In fact, I have that, and a different problem as well. My truck is currently in my driveway (and getting rained on) because my string trimmer is in pieces on my garage floor. I hope to figure out what’s wrong with it before the rain stops.
Power tools make everything better, Shibb. Everything.
Except maybe open heart surgery. I figure I’ll leave that sort of thing to the experts. You know, the “manual saw and pliers” people. That’s the kind of stuff you need to get through a ribcage and access the heart safely. I think. I don’t really know, but I’m a great believer in the old “right tool for the job” thing.
No, tanookie a palm-sander isn’t manly. A grinder is manly, but a palm sander isn’t. There’s an official scale.
You are on the spanking list too, dwyr, unless you can prove (or just post) that you are married, or have a boyfriend/friendly neighbor who is taller than 5’ 6’’ and/or weighs more than 150 lbs. 'Cause in that case, I’d be scared enough to take you off the list.
Hah, Lissla, I scoff at your husband’s Jiu-Jitsu, or Kung-Fu, or Kempo-Karate or whatever it is. I can easily counter it with my Running-Away-Screaming-Like-A-Little-Girl. I always win with that, because I am a Master. I can prove it, because I’m still alive.
I apologize to Rue for my failed emboldination in my previous post.
Oh no Ex… we’ve used palm sanders… they’re awful. This contraption is something gleaned from grandpa’s tools … It’s huge and silver and loud and hooks into the shop vac and makes me want to go visit relatives 4 hours away to escape the noise.
'Kay. That may, or may not, be manly. I need more information.
A belt-sander is manly, a palm sander is girly.
Believe it or not, there is a middle ground. The detail-sanders. They can be manly or girly depending upon the application.
[sudden jolt of testosreone]
NO, THAT’S ALL B.S. WHAT WAS I THINKING? PLASMA CUTTERS. POWER SHEARS. ARC-WELDING EQUIPMENT. HYDRAULIC PRESSES.
[/sudden jolt of testosterone]
It’s okay, I’ve caught my breath again.
Good grief, Ex, you’re starting to remind me of my husband and his bandsaw obsession. Every time we go into a home center or any place that sells power tools, he goes and rubs against the bandsaws. He also mocks the air compressors because he got a gazillion-psi industrial compressor from a factory he was closing down. It’s sitting in the garage. It’s like 94 million horsepower and requires three-phase, 47,000 volt non-sequential unfiltered power… or something like that. Anyway, he scoffs at the shiny red compressors and tanks and feels superior about his beast.
He has no pneumatic tools, but he has a compressor. He can keep all our tires inflated. Once he hooks it up. Which won’t be until we build our house in Maryland.
Yep, manly men and their toys are such a turn-on…
<sigh>
Hmmm… so Ex would be scared of me if I had a big scary bf. I had one of those, but not now. I’d like another one tho’. If any of y’all know one, let him know I can be had…err… am available.
Manly tool time. Yesterday, I drilled through concrete and installed concrete bolts. Does that count? I also nailed exterior and interior walls in place and together. I used an electric staple gun to staple first wrap insulation and nailed styrofoam insulation to the exterior of a house. I used a circular saw to cut some plywood. I was the only one who could find the concrete nails. I wore a toolbelt and showed butt crack. How’s that for manly? And I did it all in pouring down rain for most of the day. No thunderstorms though. I woulda left. I was taught better than to hang around outside in thunderstorms. Oh, and I didn’t hurt myself any! Nope, not even a blister. I was manly and saftey conscious.
Today, I am sore all over and may be developing a summer cold. Maybe I need chicken soup. Or cheesecake. I have both. But I didn’t make the cheesecake. I bought it. So, I guess my post is still manly. We’ll see what Ex says.