Yeah, that was me too. And even though I’m a grown up now, I’ve never outgrown the fear of noises like that. I’m literally terrified of anything that goes BOOM. So not a huge fan of the 4th of July.
Good weekend. Saturday was relaxing. My belly dancing class was cancelled though. And they didn’t call me to tell me so I went there and then no class. :mad:
Yesterday was just beautiful out so after I got home from church we were talking about what to do and decided on the zoo. Yes, we’ve been many times, but we’re members so we get in free. It’s a great place to wander around on a sunny afternoon. They have a farm exhibit so we went there and patted the goats 'cause that’s fun.
Psst, hey Tigs, over here… laundry is not considered to be a goof off activity, m’k?
I’ve been in a two and a half hour meeting. My brain is now fried. Oh, and I have a bunch of boxes of mop heads to take to FedEx. Monday’s are so much fun!
I know, I know, swampy; but laundry is my one concession to “doing something constructive” today, and it’s only 3 loads, and this means I can crawl in between clean sheets in clean PJs tonight, which is always just extra-lovely. Right now, though, I’m off to shower and then head off to see if Sam’s has Season 2 of Grey’s Anatomy and other similarly constructive activities; is that any better?
Great Op, oh Servant of Pooches!
All the explosive fun we used to have was to take old film cannisters, drill a hole in the side, slide an M80 inside, then fill the gap with wood glue and BB’s. Let that sit an hour or so, light it and drop it in a mailbox.
I finished my wren birdhouse this weekend also. But I don’t plan on blowing it up. And I got the riding mower working, but only after I had cut 3/4 of an acre with the non-riding mower. Hey, I needed the exercise.
Unruly Ass One of the characters in Top Secret! dies by excessive use of an Anal Invader.
Of course. I basically have no choice, even though sex toys are kind of skeevy to me. I mean, I was basically built with one. It doesn’t vibrate, but it does have Super Dangling Action built into it.
Sam’s club? ::sigh::, the nearest one is an hour away. I love Sam’s. Even more than Wal-Mart, although I’d hate to work at a Sam’s club, unless I were a cashier or something easy. I’m very accident-prone, and I move enough pallets of stuff as it is. I’d hate to break things by moving pallets all day.
Great OP, glad that noone got hurt with the kaboomers.
I have a ka-boom story, of sorts. I wanted to burn some lawn refuse-we had a lot of trees when we first moved here (and most were diseased silver maples-ugh), so we had a lot of dead branches etc to get rid of. Husband had designated an old metal garbage can for this. Ok. It sat on the patio next to the garge, near a rose of Sharon bush-large bush. I stuck the twigs, and branches in this thing and lit match after match to no avail. Added paper, bupkus. Now, I had gotten a Campfire badge in girlscouts and was damned if I wasn’t gonna light this thing! So, I added a little gasoline.
I threw the match in (I’m crazy, not stupid)—do you know that flame took the top of that bush right off? It looked like a carbon shell of a bush in a pen and ink sketch.
Husband noticed the lack of bush upon arriving home. I splained. He took the gasoline and put up on a high shelf! Bastard…*
*I made that last bit up–he actually looked at me as if he had never seen me before and shook his head.
Off to do crazy week. Herr Bus Mensch --please give WhatExit my best. Hello to all Cool Kids-I’ll check in again on Thursday.
Within an hour of crossing the Nice Bridge (from MD to VA across the Potomac) on my way to work, there was an accident that closed down the bridge entirely for several hours. I heard several variations concerning what happened, but no KaBOOMS were involved. However, a tractor-trailer was, and I’m pretty sure I saw where it happened by the big black rubbery smear on the barrier. One tale had a car involved, but I don’t know if anyone got hurt. The bridge is only one lane in each direction, and things like this scare me. It’s the first time in the 2 years I’ve been here that it’s happened, but still, with no shoulder and a drop into the river, there isn’t room for error.
It’s lovely and cool and nice out today, and the house is all opened again. We closed it yesterday to run the air because it was a little warm and a lot muggy. But not today.
Dinner will be steak and whatever I decide to cook with the steak. Yummy, eh?
Sadly, that’s all I’ve got. How boring. Must be Monday…
It’s been farking* hot there and while people haven’t been dropping like flies, we’ve had a handful of folks get right to that edge of heatstroke, so we cool and hydrate them, and off they go again. One of the jousters got a bit cooked in his armor and needed professional attention, but is OK now.
We’ve also had more than a handful of people get sick. Naturally, DH and I are part of that group. Seems to be just your everyday basic summer cold. Seems strange to have a “cold” when it’s 95 degrees in the shade, but sure enough, we have all the aches and stuffies and snifflies and gunk. After a good cough, you need to pause and wonder - is that infection or just dust? <ewww!> So far, it’s just been dust-colored. Blech. Regardless of the season, I hate colds.
farking or farker is not a naughty term at all - it’s just an old variant of farmer, so it really means nothing as an adjective.
What a farkin day! (Thanks gotti.) My eyeballs are bleeding and I have a crick in my neck. I want to go home and knock back a nice cold cocktail.
Tonight’s din-din will be chicken. I am considering the barbee. We hand scrumpalicious baby backs last night…is it wrong to have barbacue two nights in a row? I’ll prolly use the new 'spensive brown rice I bought to go with.
It is right and proper to have bbq two days in a row puggy. I suggest a martini. One can never go wrong with a martini or three.
Wednesday, I leave to trek back to Miami to finish what I couldn’t last month on acounta gettin’ chased off by a storm. Those lucky folks get to look at me yet again.
My roommate in college had a Civil War-era replica brass cannon (I think it was technically a mortar). Before I go any farther, yes, we both still have all our fingers and toes. The bore of the cannon was the same size as those frozen concentrated OJ containers. We used to buy those on sale and shoot them across Lake Champlain. They were pretty hard to track, but I think we hit New York at least once, which was about a mile away. It’s amazing that two dumb college kids could (can?) just go buy canisters of black powder.
Just as a disclaimer, I’d like to point out that we only drank beer after the bombardment of New York (we got bombed after the bombing), and we would use telescopes to make sure there were no boats in the area. The New York side of the lake at that point is all cliffs and uninhabited, and we would check those to make sure nobody was climbing on them. We certainly weren’t concerned about our safety (“Hey, how much more powder do you think we can cram in this thing?”), but we did try to keep our idiocy to ourselves.
And I think it’s wrong not to have bbq two nights in a row.
<Whacks donkeybear in a rather unpleasant area with cane>
Obviously you are not majoring in geography, cause if’n you were, you’d note that Tampa is like, completely across the state and way north of Miami. WHIPPERSNAPPER!
