I Have Seen the Future (warning: very much blah-blah-blah)

Ivan is looking at Mobile, AL right now. Looks like we won’t get any direct effects here, just wind and lots of rain from the outer bands. We’re still under a flood watch cause it ain’t gonna take much for that to start happening. :frowning:

Staff is supposed to report to work tomorrow but no one who receives services (our vocational and adult day services) will be here. There’s still the possibility of downed power lines, trees and such. So swampy has another icky night to sit through.

On the plus side, I had some gooooooooooooooooooood lasagna for lunch! It was yummmmmmmmmmmmmmy! On the double plus good side, a certain burly man is coming over and staying the night. I just happen to have two bottles of nicely chilled champagne in the fridge. The hot tub also happens to be all ready. Think I’ll stop by the store and buy a couple steaks. What? Moi? Sneakily plan a romantic middle of the week date?

You’re dang right! :smiley:

Mmmm, sounds wonderful. Steaks and a hot tub? What time is dinner? Shall I bring dessert?
:wink:

My ferrets loooooove raisins. Sometimes I cut up a grape for them, and tell them it is “raisin tartare.”

A sample from my book: “The proper use of the triple negative, or it is not unmeaningless.”

Bibliocat, I think Swampy is the dessert…

I mostly prefer my chocolate to be female (you know, no nuts), although pecans and to a lesser extent walnuts, are allowed (if necessary) in brownies and fudge, and nut flavoring, especially hazelnut, is also acceptable. Crushed nuts

<Joke interruption>

A very old man, hunched over and walking gingerly, slowly made his way to the counter of an ice cream parlour. “Could I have an ice cream sundae?” he asked. “Of course,” answered the pert young girl at the counter, “with whipped cream?” “Yes” said the old man. “A cherry?” queried the girl. “Oh, yes please.” responded the old man. Then the girl said, “Crushed nuts?” to which he responded,

“No. Just arthritis.”
<End joke interruption>

as a crust for say a chocolate pie or cheesecake, or very lightly sprinkled on a cake can also be tasty.

Red licorice=good, black licorice=bad (except ouzo, a Greek liqueur that tastes like thick, liquid black licorice–mostly because it’s strong enough that I forget what it tastes like when I drink it). Black jujubees are for throwing at unsuspecting people at movie theaters. If they suspect you of throwing black jujubees, it’s no fun, so throw the green ones instead. It confuses them.

Betting is now open on how hungover swampy will be upon the morrow. Lucky dog.

Actually, if all goes according to plan, a certain burly man will be dessert. :wink:

Step into my parlor, said the spider to the fly

Oh susan, that was not begging, that was a demand, an order! Can you hear the whip snapping now? I’ll put on the black leather and spike heels if needed. I will have recipes now! The muffins will be light and fluffy! They will pop out of the pan easily! Thanks for the link!

Just saw the 5:00 update and Ivan’s still tracking for Mobile Bay. swampy, you remember to pace yourself! You know how you are about appetizers and not havin’ room for desert! :wink:

I wanted to send this when Swampy was pushing toadstools earlier this week, but I only found it a couple of minutes ago.

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A group of country neighbors wanted to get together on a regular basis and
socialize. As a result, about 10 couples formed a dinner club and agreed to
meet for dinner at a different neighbors house each month. Of course the
lady of the house was to prepare the meal.

When it came time for Jimmy and Susie Brown to have the dinner at their
house, like most women, Susie wanted to outdo all the others and prepare a
meal that was the best that any of them had ever lapped a lip over.

A few days before the big event, Susie got out her cookbook and decided to
have mushroom smothered steak. When she went to the store to buy some
mushrooms, she found the price for a small can was more than she wanted to
pay. She then told her husband, “We aren’t going to have mushrooms because they are too expensive.”

He said, “Why don’t you go down in the pasture and pick some of those mushrooms? There are plenty of them right in the creek bed.” She said, “No, I don’t want to do that, because I have heard that wild mushrooms are poison.”

He then said, “I don’t think so. I see the varmints eating them all the time
and it never has affected them.”

After thinking about this, Susie decided to give this a try and got in the pickup and went down in the pasture and picked some. She brought the wild mushrooms back home and washed them, slicked and diced them to get them ready go over her smothered steak. Then she went out on the back porch and got Ole Spot’s (the yard dog) bowl and gave him a double handful. She even put some bacon grease on them to make them tasty. Ol’ Spot didn’t slow down until he had eaten every bite. All morning long Susie watched him and the wild mushrooms didn’t seem to affect him, so she decided to use them.

The meal was a great success, and Susie even hired a lady from town to come
out and help her serve. She had on a white apron and a little cap on her
head.

It was first class. After everyone had finished they all began to kick back
and relax and socialize. The men were visiting and the women started to
gossip a bit.

About this time the lady from town came in from the kitchen and whispered in Susie’s ear. She said, “Mrs. Brown, Spot just died.” With this news, Susie
went into hysterics. After she finally calmed down, she called the doctor
and told him what had happened.

The doctor said, “It’s bad, but I think we can take care of it. I will call
for an ambulance and I will be there as quick as I can get there. We will
pump out everyone’s stomach and everything will be fine. Just keep them all
there and keep them calm.”

It wasn’t long until they could hear the wail of the siren as the ambulance
was coming down the road. When they got there, the EMTs got out with their suitcases and a stomach pump and the doctor arrived shortly thereafter. One by one they took each person into the master bedroom and pumped out their stomach. After the last one was finished, the doctor came out and said, I think everything will be fine now, and he left.

They were all looking pretty peaked sitting around the living room, and
about this time the town lady came in and said, “You know, that fellow that
ran over Ole Spot never even stopped.”

:eek:

Um, what kind of recipes do you want, mistress?

And to clear up any additional confusion, if you see a scout1222 over there on the Cooking Light BB steer clear of her. She’s clearly mentally unbalanced.

I can’t bring myself to associate with the likes of her.

:dubious:

Yeah, everyone knows swampy and deserts don’t mix, although he may want to dry out just a tad 'round about now.

He should save room for dessert as well.

<Spinster schoolmarm voice>

Remember, you wouldn’t want two deserts, but might be happy to get two desserts.

<Spinster schoolmarm voice>

I’m not much good for cooking, because while I like bright and shiny kitchen implements, I’m not entirely sure how to use them.

However, I have a kick-ass cookbook that I got a month ago that includes a recipe for brownies involving lots of chocolate (baking), chocolate (chips), gobs of butter, a coffee can of sugar, coconut, and pecans. The author of said cookbook guarantees 400 calories per slice, and that panties will come off.

I actually think I could make this stuff. You gotta’ come to my house to get it though.

The chicken-fried-steak-on-an-enormous-biscuit-with-cream-gravy sandwich recipe scares me a bit.

And it’s a HEAVE! HO! comin’ down the plains!
Stealin’ wheat and barley, and all the other grains.
And it a HI! HO! Farmers bar your doors
When you see the Jolly Roger on Regina’s mighty shores!

From The Last Saskatchewan Pirate*. I love the Arrogant Worms.

I have just spent two days housecleaning. Well, and finishing off Tad Williams’ Otherland series. so my eyes have gone all funny. All the books are 1000 pages long. I am trying to find my desk under all the crap we dump on it.

I have a very short vinyl dress and combat boots with heels. Fishnets, too.

What?

When I was in Philly visiting Best Friend we girls all went to Victoria’s Secret together. We ended up in one changeroom room, all trying things on. In retrospect, it would have been a good porn film scene, except that we weren’t groping each other. It was like an extension of the normal female bathroom-bonding experience. Hmm. Three blondes, and one Japanese chick, in a changeroom, trying on lacy things…

I know that folks in Ontario are unaffected, but down here in the States we have an election going on, and all claims are expected to be accompanied with evidence. Photographic-type evidence preferred.

Again, photographic confirmation is required.

Ex has kitchen toys
Soft, distant, Arrogant Worms
welby is missing.
Warm raisin tartare
swampy plays wet Ivan games
Chocolate desert.
Cooking light evil
Laughing trench-coated movies
The future is Rue.

First there are too many
Then there’s far too few
For this I learned to count? :smack:

His secretary hates this about him. Every morning when she comes in, he’s defiled her. There are papers strewn all over the office and her drawers are hanging open. (Maybe just her filing cabinet drawers, maybe not.) Shibb sits in his dark office watching out his door as she re-files her defilement, smoking French cigarettes and chuckling to himself.

It’s a sickness, really.

Kalley and vunderbob:

BWAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!

This place is really helping up my joke repetoire.

Lissla I just gotta find me some Arrogant Worms music. Those lyrics are hilarioius!

I am not hungover. I am happy! :smiley: It was a good evening. That’s all I’m gonna say. Well, that and it will continue this weekend.

It’s stuff like this that makes me wonder why I even try.

I couldn’t be that funny on my best day.

I need directions!

I made, errr attempted to make a loaf of bread yesterday. I did not rise very well. The kids had no bread with their homemade chicken noodle soup last night. :frowning:

:eek: :smack: Please, please, please don’t tell the people I work for who think I’m a world-class proofreader!

P.S. Love the poem!

Ooo!! Ooo! Can you post that one? Pretty please with a coffee can of sugar on it??

I LOVED that series! The only bad thing was waiting for the next one. I loves me some 1000-page books! (Sorry, Merrily)