I, for one, would like a handrail update.
Did the handyguy get them installed okay? Are they a valuable aesthetic and practical addition to the house? Any buyer’s remorse? Come on now, Rue. You can’t start a great story like that and then just leave us hanging.
No chocolates for Angel Pants until the pool’s in. Although a hot tub party has possibilities of it’s own.
Here’s the kind of geek I am … when Angel Pants started discussing the dimensions of his pool, I started fantasizing about LANDSCAPING it. Ooo the flowers and bushes I would plant! Butterfly bushes and hostas and ornamental grasses … Now who’s drooling.
dwyr I looked at your kitty, but only once. 
Hey, Lissla, I’ll ditch work and go clean your place. It’s bound to be way more fun than I’m having in the office, today.
Oh, wow, you’re in Toronto. Well, it’s going to be a long walk, but I guess it’s worth it, if I get a free daquiri out of the deal.
Exgineer, what handrail? You mean the OP? All the way back there on the FIRST page? Wow. That’s pretty ballsy, man. Congrats on the pool, Angel Pants. Can I come to the party? I make a mean Margarita. I’ll make some nice ones too. And I’ll make some of my famous nachos. Yum.
Hey Rue, glad to see that I’m not the only one who hates those gross little bottom dwelling sea worms people call shrimp.
And I looked at dwyr’s kitty at least 3 times.
I loves me some shrimp. Those of you who are unenlightened may deposit your shrimps on my platter. Thank you.
Ellen Cherry should you get too hot or bored sitting around the pool, feel free to landscape to your heart’s content, dear.
lightingtool margaritas and nachos? You are so at this pool party!
Ex, Angel Pants has drained the hot tub for now. I could fill it up again for hand dipped chocolate however.
Yeah, just pass all those shrimpies down to FCM and me. Thank you very much.
The handyguy came today to finish the handrails. Some handyguy anyway. I don’t know who, I was out. We had the New House (still as yet unnamed) inspected and we went along with to see what’s what. The good news is there’s only one big thing. The bad news is there’s this one big thing we want fixed. It’s the water line into the house. It’s made of polybutylene and I know I don’t have to tell you what THAT means. OK, I will. It means the water line is all blue and breaky. That’s all I know about it, but it’s bad.
But when we got… the “we” is, of course me and the Little Woman, she ditched work and went along with… (Ha! You thought that was going to be a parenthetical aside, didn’t you? Fooled ya!) home both the handrails were up. Wrought iron bolted to our concrete steps. They. Look. Fabulous. OK, they look like black iron (only they aren’t, they’re just steel painted black) handrails. They really do nothing for me either way, but sometimes you do what you gotta do and let someone else live with the consequences.
Sure Lissla, I’d “clean your house” for you. As long as it meant roughly the same as “flogging the platypus”. Only since that doesn’t mean bubkis it looks like you’re getting a big ol’ plate of nuthin’ with a side of no help at all. Bon apetit!
-Rue. (not really into mai tai mai tai mai tai mai tais anyway)
How nice of ya’ll to have a party on my one-year anniversary date (May 6).
Rue I finally read the spoiler. You know, the one that said “don’t read until May 6th”? Well, that was mighty sweet of you to use your First Spoiler for lil’ ole me. But … it says my e-mail is hidden … ? I don’t think it is …
It was then NinetyWt. It’s not now. I blame the hamsters. They’re a puckish lot.
How embarassing.
I wasn’t even drinking, I swear.
[sup](I looked to see if it went through but I never saw it, really!)[/sup]
Okay, this is starting to go to the bad place. You know, where the weasel left what remained of the turkey.
We’re down to meta-dope stuff like “that post you made two weeks ago” and “sorry about the multi-post.” We had a cool party going here, and some people are killing the buzz. Also, the handrail update was a kinda-sorta letdown.
Okay, I started the buzz-kill. I apologize.
I shouldn’t have recinded the chocolate offer, thereby irritating Angel Pants, who is providing the pool for the party after all.
It was wrong of me to offer shrimp without first finding out whether or not partygoers were allergic to shellfish. I have no sympathy for those who simply don’t like shrimp. I bet they don’t like lobster either, so I won’t bring any for 'em.
So far, I have swampbear, FairyChatMom and me down for lobster. Anybody else who wants one, speak up. This offer is most definitely not extended to certain posters who have expressed a distaste for shrimp. I’ll assume they’re not interested.
I ain’t cleaning nobody’s house, and I ain’t apologizing for that either.
Why are you looking at me like that? I had three bottles of Sam Adams Boston Ale in my refridgerator, so I drank them. Maybe I should log off.
Don’t be saddish dwyr.
Have a raddish.
I’m not sure what eating raddishes would do when you’re blue, but I heard that in a book, so maybe it’s good advice after all. Because you know, it is a small world after all. Compared to, say, Jupiter or something.
Speaking of Jupiter, you know Katcha is one big kid. He’s like the size of a 4 year old at least, maybe a 4 1/2 year old. (And he’s only three if you’re not keeping up.) Anyway, he’s off the chart big. He’s giant. And last night he was pootering so loud we could hear him in the other room. Not that we were specifically listening, but some things you can’t help but hear. So, you could say Katcha is a gas giant. Like Jupiter.
Not that you;d have to say that, but you could.
I’ve never had lobster Ex. (If I am who you refer to as “certain posters”. I’m not sure, I don’t keep up.) Just because I don’t like sea worms (And that’s not 100% accurate. I don’t like bioled shrimps. They’re icky. Fried ones are pretty good.) doesn’t mean I wouldn’t like lobster. But like I said, I’ve never had, so I don’t know.
-Rue. (once again signing posts)
What a coincidence, Rue. I have a two year old that’s the size of a two year old. They say he’s average. I don’t really like them. He doesn’t pooter, though. I was holding him recently in that way you hold a 35 pound monkey (they don’t say he’s average weight, mind you. He gets greatness for those marks. Built like a little bulldozer.) I had one hand firmly planted under his bottom while trying to balance him on my hip (I’d tried balancing him on my nose and it didn’t work out) and suddenly my hand is being accosted by a round of air blasts, complete with accompanying sound effects. I look at him and the little darling gives me one of these and yells “bubbles!” So now we bubble at my house, not pooter.
WOOHOO! I just found the jakiest of things for my soon to be pool. Check this out.
No pool would ever be complete without a set of seasonally dressed flamingoes, I say. This site is so jakey. Not only flamingoes, but all kinds of fun stuff to decorate with. Colorful tiki torches, foam lobsters, the possibilities are endless. I want it all!
WOOHOO!!!
Cross me off the list of people who will eat formerly living things. But I will eat fruit! Lots of it. Vegetables, nuts. Oats. But no meat.
I could tell quite a number of pooter tales, but for some reason, I can’t seem to go there today.
AP, you should definitely get the NYLON GIANT INFLATE LAWN PALM TREE. And all your base will belong to us.
Speaking of things Jakey, I was considering telling Rue that I posted something in the BBQ Pit that I thought might amuse him, particularly. Then I thought it’s a tad crass to call attention to my own witticisms. Then next I thought, “Rue doesn’t seem to be much of a pit denizen (neither am I, frankly), so I’ll tell him.” So I dithered, back and forth, until actually GOING to the thread this morning, and just a few posts below mine, there appears a post by the One and Only Cecil Adams! So I feel the need to call attention to myself. Everyone go read. LOL Cecil, you putz!
I’m not allowed to pooter in the house any more. I have to go outside. Even if it’s raining. That’s one of the New Rules. There’s a lot of New Rules, like the one about picking my teeth while watching TV (I’m no longer allowed to do that, either). Then there was something about my socks, but I forget what it was.
Are there Pool Party Rules? If there are you probably better tell me in advance, just to be safe. It’s not safe to assume I know anything. Obvious stuff I get, like not throwing the giant inflatable palm tree over the fence. I’m more worried about the subtleties, like what to do with the shrimp shells. And no power tools. Got it.
I’d also like to say that I have no idea what I was thinking when I put up my previous post.
In my own defense, my girlfriend had just got back from a three-day conference of some sort, so we had a Welcome Home celebration. That went okay for a while, but then she wanted to watch Jeff Corwin on Animal Planet. He really irritates me, so I thought I’d kill some time on the boards. Big mistake.
Now I’m afraid that the mods will convict me of PWI and revoke my posting licence.
Angel Pants - that is some super-cool pool-side stuff. Do we get to name the seasonally dressed flamingoes? I want to call one of them Brutus. No reason, just like the name.
Hey, did anyone bring some of those tangily crunchable lime Tostitos? I could really go for some of those, right now.
Ellen Cherry: That’s some damn funny stuff. As one who rarely enters the Pit, I may never have seen it, so thanks for the link!
EC the inflatable palm tree is a definite must! It’s so jake. It inflates. It has a power cord. It lights up. Much better than one of those boring real palm trees that just stand there doing nothing.
Ex glad you understand about no power tools at the pool. I got a big trash can for the shrimp shells. The empty beer cans go in the other trash can cause we can recycle the cans. And no glass around the pool. Glass around a pool is not good.
Kn*ckers lime tostitos? They sound good. Maybe we need some shrimp or crab dip. mmmmmm…
Guys, guys. It’s the giant INFLATE palm tree, not inflatable. That’s part of its charm, ya see.