I feel like a 25 year old. Problem is, you can never find one when you need them… 
Bob we got a few here at work, but I’m thinking that, as fun as it would be, they’re not worth the trouble I’d get into because of it.
Oh, and swampy, I know it’s early still, but how you comin’ with the “naff off” quest?
I dreamed I was gay once, but then we got to the sex part and I found out I wasn’t.
The important thing is that you were willing to experiment, Bumba 
I’m 26. Is that good enough? Almost 27, though. I was mistaken for a 21 year old a couple of weeks ago. That was quite nice. Unfortunately our drinking age is 19 instead of 21, so I rarely get carded at bars any more.
I think I dreamt I was a guy once. It was very confusing.
What have I been doing today, you ask? Well, as it happens, I have photos.
We hooked up the trailer to the van, loaded the trash cans in the back of tha van, and went to the dump. Then we went to Lowe’s for some lumber, sheetrock, doors and miscellaneous hardware and supplies. After we got it all home and unloaded, we emptied our closets. I primed the inside of my formerly purple closet, while my sweetie started taking his closet apart - that is, he removed the doors and frame from the red room side so that they can be installed on the master bedroom side.
Here’s the view at the moment from the guest room looking into the master bedroom. And here’s where the new closet door will be hung. Finally, here are the two closets. You can see the primer in my closet, with the old purple shelf for contrast.
As soon as I finish posting this, I’m going to put the first coat of paint in that closet. Tomorrow, we’ll do the sheetrock and trim in the second closet, and I’ll paint that. On Sunday, we should get the new shelves installed and the new doors hung. Photos will follow.
Wow, FCM, inspiration for my weekend tasks! I’m starting to make a list…
HAPPPY HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY, PUGGY!!!
Ashes, I will vote for you when you run for Queen of the Universe if you do that to idjit drivers. Sometimes it amazes me that people can get licenses. (I always hope that no one says that about me…)
3 whole days of weekend…what to do?
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A moment of athletic excellence today.
I bicycle commute on occasion, and it’s quite the haul to and from the office, about a 14 mile round trip. I left my office, and tried to get on to the local Air Force Base because it’s a shortcut home, and I have base privileges as a Civil Service employee. My usual gate was closed, so I couldn’t use it, and the word was passed to me by a fellow rider. I turned around and left my center by the main entrance, determined to get on the base by a different gate about a mile down the road.
I caught up with the fellow rider at the traffic light, and I matched his speed, which was about 3 MPH faster than what I usually do by myself. We got onto the base, and I kept up with him; me, the 280ish lb. big guy, and him, the skinny athletic Vietnam vet who’s never been fat in his life. I kept up with him all the way across the base, out the other side, and all the way to where I turned off the road to get to my townhouse.
For me, it wasn’t the most punishing pace I’ve ever held on a bike, but it was harder than what I do by myself, and I kept it up for a 7 mile ride. It was enough that I got home 5 minutes faster than usual. I don’t know what y’all think, but I impressed the hell out of myself today.
Sean I haven’t told anybody to “naff off” yet, but tomorrow holds promises. See, we’ll be partyin’ round the pool and there will be adult beverages, so I’m just sure a “naff off” or two will make it pass my lips. Soon, it will become a new local phrase. I will be immortal. Ok, maybe it’ll just be people sayin’ “Naff off is sump’n that ol’ potty mouth swampbear’s been sayin’ lately.”
FCM I’ve been giving thought to whether or not you need to make a closet in the red room. I think you should find a nice antique wardrobe instead. A cedar one. They smell good and they look classy. All your guests will say, “That old broad’s got some class after all.” 
[sub]You will note that it’s been ages since I used that term.[/sub]
bobbio all that talk about your athletic prowress is just turnin’ me on. You tease!
Do you have any pictures of him? If swampbear has a crush on someone, I’ll have to judge him to see if I approve. Or to come steal the (presumably) straight bobbio right out from under his nose.
Note how I’m ignoring your cheap crack??
I have been considering a wardrobe instead of a closet, but I’m not a fan of cedar so much - the scent becomes overwhelming. But I seem to recall that IKEA had some wardrobe cabinets that were appealing - certainly more appealing than sheet rock dust… We shall see. The red room (what will we call it when the red carpet and drapes are replaced??) is not a really high priority right now.
True to form, the critters awoke me again today. Actually, just the cat awoke me right before 7. So they’ve both been fed, and the dog has been out to tinkle. My sweetie is still snoozing, but then, he didn’t come to bed till after midnight. Today, we’ll probably be able to finish my closet, sans doors, although I’ll get the first coat of paint on them this afternoon. We should also get the sheetrock up and the mudding done, which means tomorrow I’ll be painting the inside of his closet and Monday, it’ll be finished. Thankfully, the painting goes fast, so we’ll be able to pick up sticks somewhere along the line, and maybe run the mulcher a bit.
Nothing like a relaxing holiday weekend. Nothing *at all * like a relaxing holiday weekend… 
I think that you need a beard. Then again, I think that all men need beards. (You should have seen me trying to shave last night. I hadn’t shaved in about a week and a half, because there was no reason to, because I’m (practically) unemployed.)
No, not all men need beards, believe me. An engineer I worked with in FL grew one - sorta - it was the best he could do and it was sad. So you’re wrong. I have spoken. Case closed.
In fact, not all men benefit from facial hair of any kind. Once, my dad grew a mustache. It was just wrong. It didn’t suit his face. It’s not just that we weren’t used to him with a hairy lip, it just looked bad.
My husband, on the other hand, is under orders never to shave completely. In all our years of marriage, he did that once, because of a job (which thankfully only lasted a few weeks) but he mostly keeps a full beard. I’ve grown to tolerate the occasional goatee, but he’s gotten tired of maintaining that, so I have my fuzzy-faced sweetie full time. Yay!
Nah, bobbio is adoreable just as he is. Though with a goatee he would… hmmm? Oh, sorry I drifted off there for a sec.
Heh! I’ve had this beard for so long, I have no idea what my face looks like. My sister found a picture of me circa 1980 when the only thing I had was a stache. She called me to tell me a bout it and said it took her a few minutes to recognize me, that’s how long I’ve had this beard. Come to think of it, I grew the stache in 1972, so I’ve had face hair of some kind for 33 years now. The day I turned eighteen I decided I needed the stache. My face has been hairy ever since. Speaking of hairy face, I need to trim my beard today. Maybe I will. I also gotta go to the local adult beverage distributor.
Instead of this being a bring your own steak doin’s today, it’s turned into friends are bringing drunk chicken day. My friends of the boiled peanuts called up and said they wanted to bring over some whole chickens and grill drunk chicken for everybody. Cool sez ACBG and me. See, in addition to growing peanuts they raise chickens and have a dog kennel. Interesting variety there ain’t it? I will presume the chickens willed have been killed, plucked and dressed (that means all the guts and stuff removed) when they show up with em, but knowing those two there’s no one hunnert percent guarantee. Or should that be :eek: ? I haven’t killed and dressed a chicken in years so I’m not sure I’d remember what to do. Then again maybe it’s like ridin’ a bicycle, ya never forget how.
Hee! That oughta be a nice image for most of y’all to get in your heads over coffee.
FCM Ikea does have some cool stuff. I say you leave the red room red. I don’t know why, I just think you should. A friend of mine is having a house built and the dining room is painted red. She has this hunter green and burgundy rug that just will not go with red walls so she’ll have to get a new rug and well, that old rug will have to go somewhere and my dining room has shades of hunter green and burgundy and I want a new rug in there when I put down the hardwood floor I plan, so… well, no sense in that rug being an orphan now is it?
Happy Saturday y’all!
Mr. Taters has had a mustache as long as I’ve known him (since 1983). He’s only shaved it off a couple of times, but I always told him to grow it back. For the last couple of years, in addition to his mustache, he’s had a goatee kinda thing going too. It looks nice, 'specially when he trims it up.
Mr. Taters had another dental appointment on Thursday, where they x-rayed him and talked about his treatment course. Yep, three grand worth of dental work is required. YEEEEEEOOOOWWWCH! We’re going to have to do it a bit at a time. My dental insurance sucks.
We’re talking of going out on the boat today, sort of our last summer hurrah. Those are my plans anyway.
Finally, last night was horrible movie night at the Taters household. Well, the first movie wasn’t bad (Manchurian Candidate), but the next two were awful. We watched the return, a foreign flick. As a general rule, I enjoy a foreign flick, but this movie was atrocious. We had more fun making up what was happening and what they were saying. The next movie was “The Thing Below”. Yup, the title should have been a clue, but no, we had to watch it. It was beyond atrocious. I think I missed the last half hour and fell asleep.
Mr. Lissar occasionally grows a goatee. He always shaves it off when it gets respectable looking. I think he gets bored of it or something. He looks nice both with facial hair and without.
I made two shirts and a necklace yesterday. I was productive. Aren’t you all proud of me? I made a Thirties/Forties type v-neck with little cap frill sleeves, and a shirt with quasi-18th century falling sleeve frills. I’m going to cut it open and do mock fitting seams right now. They’re both out of this lovely very lightweight black votton stretch fabric.
I’m thinking I need a high-necked tight shirt with a cut-out over my cleavage. It’s so cute and gothgirl. Quasi-Daughter and I are going shopping today, and I’m going to see if I can find one I like to copy.
I’ll post pics as soon as Mr. Lissar gets them online. He took pictures of me yesterday.
Taters, is “The Thing Below” so bad it’s funny, or is it just plain bad? If it’s bad like “Anaconda,” it might be fun watch.
I picked a big bucket o’ blueberries at Blueberry Hill this morning. I’m going to make blueberry coffee cake and maybe some blueberry pancakes, and eat big handfuls of blueberries. They’re big and fat and juicy, and still warm from the sun. I love blueberries. And to make it even better, they’re organic, and only $1 a pound. So for $5, I have enough berries to feast on all week. It just doesn’t get much better than that.
Lissla, how did you make two shirts in one day? I’ve been working on the same coat for about two years now. :eek: Although that involves a very sad story that almost made me quit sewing for good. I need to finish it so I can wear it this fall. But today, I’m going to work on a top to go with a skirt that I’m making out of an old dress.
swampy, I think you should make some beer butt chicken. Drunk chicken just makes me think of poor little inebriated chickens, staggering around and hiccuping. I had to do chicken judging when I was in 4H–I refused to do it again. Most of it wasn’t bad, but we had to pick up the chickens and inspect their butts, and I just couldn’t deal with that. I can think of way more fun things to do than look at chicken butts.
MagicEyes, it’s just all around BAD, BAD, BAD. The “special effects” well, they weren’t so special, they were just plain cartoonish and ATROCIOUS. The acting was beyond stupid. The fact that I didn’t recognize a single actor’s name should have been a big clue by four as to what was going to assault my senses. Alas, I was slightly buzzed on Sailor Jerry’s Spiced Rum and coke and didn’t see it coming soon enough.
Did you find any thrills on Blueberry Hill? I like blueberries. I have some in the freezer. I should make muffins, or something. Nah, that’s work and I don’t feel like it right now.
I guess we’re supposed to go bowling today. We’re waiting on my nephew and great niece to call us. They’ll probably forget.
We’re doing the boat thing on Monday. The weather didn’t look super great today, but Monday is supposed to be better. I hope it is.
I should go do something productive, like vaccuum or something.
Mmmmmm…blueberries. I’m very envious MagicEyes. Blueberry season has pretty much passed us by at this point.
I should be doing something constructive, but I’m not. I went to the library to drop off a book that was due today. Oh and I went to Lowe’s and Home Depot to check out storm doors. My front one is old and getting louder by the minute. It’s got a wrought iron grill on the front that I really don’t like, so I’ve always wanted to get rid of it. Of course the door I want to put in will cost over $300 (including installation), so I’m still thinking. I’ve tried to de-squeak the door, but nothing seems very effective.
Other than that, I’ve pretty much spent the day on the Dope and half-heartedly picking up a few things around the house.
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