Nah. That’s me standing next to him.
Boots, coat, hat … properly accessorized, just like I knew you would be. 
You know, the more I look at that picture, the more it looks like the bar on the back deck of the local Moose Club. It is prone to flood after several days of hard rain. What do you mean how do I know this? Them Mooses can be fun to party with. 
Done painting for today - here are some pics of before, and progress so far. FCD made a second shelf for the closet, and he’s painted both of them a first coat. We’ll replace the lauan door with a 6-panel door - once all the bedrooms are done. And the light will be replaced with a fan and light.
I’m going to start on the curtains tonight. Tomorrow, I may do a second coat of gteen. I should paint the window, too - I need masking tape to do it neatly… Then we’ll hang a roman shade in place of the crappy paper shade. And then the curtains goes up - probably Sunday.
So now we’re going to get the fabric out of the attic and I’ll start pinning up the drapes.
I was worried when you had said green, but that’s a nice quiet color. Very nice
Somehow, I envisioned your pool parties looking a lot more faaaaaaabulous… :dubious:
Thanks - it’s called Pale Vista. Whatever that means…
Very nice colour. I like it.
My Japanese relatives can pronounce l, but not r so well. One of my cousins married a very nice Sri Lankan girl. She should have thought things through before marriage and two kids.
Her name is Runi.
She shouldn’t have married into my family. Poor girl.
LL <snerk> You just knew that’d bring out the juvenile didn’t you?
Pretty color FCM looks all minty. You should name it the mint room. What was that bottle I saw in one of those pictures. Was that how you got all that paintin’ energy? :dubious:
ACBG and I went to Sonny’s BBQ right after work. We had a buy one get one for $2.99 coupon. He had the sampler, which consists of BBQ beef, pork, chicken and two ribs. I had BBQ chicken. When the waitress brought out our orders, I looked at his and said to her “the buffet goes on his side of the table.” She got the giggles and ACBG turned beet red. It was all win-win for me!
In news from the Hood:
The neighbors are having a knock down drag out fight outside! :eek: I don’t know what it’s about perzaktly but a lot of “F Bombs” are being dropped. No I am not eavesdropping! Can I help it if I can hear it while I am sitting on my back porch quietly quaffing an adult beverage?
You do know that you’ll have to fill all of us in on the particulars of the neighborhood drama, right? You know, because we’re NOSY.
I’d like to be home quaffing an adult beverage myself. Alas and alack, it’s only 4:00 so I have another 30 minutes before I can return home. Feel sorry for me, or at least raise a toast to my misery.
Okay, I’m not exactly “miserable”, but I want to go home. I was being a bit melodramatic.
The bottle was Old English scratch cover and furniture polish. It doesn’t particularly energize me, although we’ll get busy with it tomorrow.
My sweetie and I are both achy and moaning and groaning like a couple of old geezers. I guess it’s because we’re a coupla old geezers… I just took some ibuprofen and he took an oxycontin. We’ve got the electric blanket pre-heating the bed. It’s gonna feel good in there in an hour or so.
Tomorrow is my last day to throw in this class session. The last two weeks are glaze weeks. I’m hoping to throw at least 3 or 4 more oil lamps tomorrow. FCD isn’t going. He hurts too much. Plus he didn’t like the class as much as I did. Oh well, he gave it a try.
Looks like the room won’t need another coat of paint, so when I get home tomorrow, I’ll be setting up the sewing machine. After I paint the window, that is. I should be able to get the drapes and valance done and hung before bedtime. Which leaves Sunday to make the bed cover and sham and to put the room back together. And do laundry. And pack lunches for work on Monday.
I need a staff. Or a slave. Or some flunkies. Anybody wanna volunteer to be on my flunky squad??
The red sparkly dress looks great on you, rosie.
Taters, I think you should just let the PTB know that we took a vote and agreed that you need a car. I’m sure they’ll respect the power of the MMP.
SCL, has anyone considered in-line skating hockey for the off-season? I’m sure there are entertainment possibilities there.
FCM, that’s a beautiful color. Can you stop by here on your way to scout’s? I have several rooms that really need to be re-done. I would even be part of your flunky squad!
Got home from work, made a couple of calls, went to the library (closes at 6 on Fridays) and got a couple of movies and the Robert B Parker novel they were holding for me. I watched Laws of Attraction while I typed most of this. Cute movie. Got caught up enough in it to stop typing and actually watch.
Oh, and had dinner. I bought hazelnut-feta-butternut squash ravioli somewhere and decided to have it with the salmon I had in the freezer and some peas. I made a little sauce with the jueces from the salmon and a little sour cream. The ravioli was meh, but the salmon really turned out yummy. I was having problems remembering how I prepared the salmon. Remembered as I was eating it: toasted sesame oil and ginger and soy sauce. I put some thin slices of shallot on the salmon and then wrapped it all in foil and baked it.
Gotta go find some chocolate for dessert.
It’s the weekend!!! Yay!!!
GT
FCM, nice room! We painted (er… my dad painted) our hallway almost that exact same color recently. Also, I’m in Missouri 
GT: hazelnut/squash/other stuff ravioli sounds FANTASTIC. Unfortunately, things like that rarely live up to their potential. It sounds like something that could be really good made from scratch, though.
Well- go me, queen of drama… had a knock-down drag-out fight with Best Friend # 1 (Not the catty one. The other one) She ended up in tears. I did, too, but held them in until a bit later when someone asked me if I was okay. I wasn’t, and instead of answering coherently, I just started bawling. I’m such a baby.
I have a funny feeling this is the end for us. I’ll try to make it better, but I don’t have much hope. Perhaps it’s for the best. Maybe in a year I’ll be glad it happened.
Still, I’m heartsick.
I wonder if it’s cleaner to have a knock-down, drag-out fight to end things or to just let a relationship fade away… With my best friend from elementary school and my best friends from high school, we just drifted apart and moved on with our lives. Well, maybe not drifted - I joined the Navy and left home at 19 and friendship turned into occasional visits, to less frequent Christmas cards, to nothing. I tried to reconnect with one friend, but our lives diverged way too much. We exchanged a couple of emails, but never called or visited. And based on the emails, I really not all that interested in seeing her - we’re not who we were in 1973 when I headed to boot camp. <shrug>
I never had screaming, throwing things, ending up in tears fight with someone. Well, OK, FCD and I have had some vocal “discussions” but never anything that came close to spelling out the end. And because of transfers, my other exes got orders away from me or I got orders, and those relationships fizzled, too. Which seems to be good - no bitter feelings or heartbreak. Then again, no clean break. Just a slow fade.
Any MMPers with more colorful life experience? Whaddya think - definite break or hazy melt into history?
Oh yeah - Happy Saturday! When I woke up, the first digit on the alarm clock was 4. I tried, unsuccessfully, to go back to sleep for a while. But after about an hour, I gave up. I’ve got a load of towels in the wash, the rest of the laundry is sorted. The dog has been walked and fed. FCD is crashed - he had a bad night - poor guy is still hurting. I hope he doesn’t do anything while I’m in class. The cat just came over to yell at me - she’s a demanding critter.
I’ll be heading to Annapolis in about an hour and a half. And if traffic cooperates, I’ll be home by 1, ready to continue the renaissance of the small guest room. Or nap - we shall see.
Good morning folks! It’s a relaxing Saturday for me. I’ll be leaving to do banking & post office errands in a little while, and when I’m done with those, I’ll have done everything that I HAD to do for the weekend. I think I will be good and do my taxes this weekend, so I don’t have to worry about them. Maybe do some shopping - I have a $300 gift card to Ann Taylor/ Ann Taylor Loft. Get some cool clothes for spring/Italy.
I really should do some more closet cleaning out. I need to get in and re-organize my shoes. Yes - I am a girly-girl with the shoes.
Susan
I think I’d definitely have to vote for a quiet fading away. Explosive fights are just, well, too explosive. Sorry about all the kerfluffle, Dorothy. FCM, the room looks very nice. Your hard work is definitely paying off.
Today I do lunch with taxi and Mika. I’m excited. It’ll be nice to see them again. Now, if you’re not sitting down, please do so. Get comfy, because it’s storytime. It is an epic tale of adventure and treachery and ninjas. All settled in? Good.
Our story begins ten years ago, when I was just a wee wrinkle in the fabric of spacetime. I was finishing up my time at elementary school, nearing the end of fifth grade. I considered that there are laws to protect cats, dogs, horses, etc., and yet cows are slaughtered by the thousands. The discrepancy drove me to become a vegetarian. Later I dismounted from that moral high horse, but I remain a vegetarian to this day.
So naturally I was a vegetarian when I began my time at RPI. As luck would have it, I was placed in the dorm closest to the best dining hall on campus. Part of the reason for this particular dining hall being the best is a chef nicknamed Tofu Tim. He is so named because he does wondrous things with tofu, and because his name is Tim.
Everything Tofu Tim makes for dinner is either meatless (by the nature of the dish, such as tortellini), or he prepares a vegetarian counterpart, complete with tofu. As you might expect, Tim and I have developed a strong bond in my three years at RPI. I like to think of myself as his most loyal vegetarian. He makes me food, I eat the food, and everyone is happy.
Fast forward to last night. My friends and I were heading over to see the campus cinema showing of The Chronicles of Narnia (more on this later) and who should pass us going in the opposite direction but Tofu Tim, the man, the myth, the legend. He and I chatted briefly.
And lo, he didst bestow unto me the two objects he bore with him, and I verily I saw that they were bread in loaf form, that they were bread loaves, that they were loaves of bread. And yea, I didst say unto him, thank you, for he had given unto me a most unusual and way-cool gift. And lo, I didst sayeth, “I have LOAVES OF BREAD.” And there was much rejoicing.
And that, my friends, is how I came to acquire two foot-long loaves of bread, thoroughly swaddled in cellophane. LOAVES OF BREAD. Be amazed. BE AMAZED DAMMIT!
So, rifty what are you going to do with with all that bread? Are you going to make two foot long tofu subs? Or, did the bread become your movies snacks at the movie? Or, are you going to make croutons? Or, are you going to make sammiches? Or, are you going to make, geeze, I’m not awake enough to think of anything more.
I am a devourer of meat. I like meat. I don’t require meat everyday, but I happen to like a nice, juicy, rare, ribeye steak.
Dots, sorry to hear about the to-do with the friend.
gt, I have very few shoes. When I’m in the mood to actually buy shoes, I can’t find any that I really like. It’s a connundrum, to be sure.
I still haven’t heard if they’re going to give me a rental car, or not. I need to check into that Monday. I checked my hotel confirmation the yesterday, and they misspelled my first name. I even told them how to spell it. Oh well, it shouldn’t be a big deal. I’ll call them Monday, just to make sure though.
Most of my lost friendships from school were the quiet, fade-away type. I still occasionally run into a gal I went to school with from third grade through high school. She did some pretty mean things to me in high school. She was one of those folks who had to step on others to make herself feel better. She said some pretty awfully mean things about me behind my back and followed up with some pretty mean actions. I just quit calling her and she quit calling me. I didn’t see her for years after high school, but now I run into her at a particular store where she is an employee. Our greetings are rather cool, but cordial.
In my life as an adult, most friendships have just faded away. I meet a lot of people because I work for the Army. Most of the folks end up getting transferred away, and we lose touch over time. No big deal, it’s just how life works. I keep in contact with a great many via e-mail, but even those fade over time.
I have nothing exciting planned for today. I think chores will be the order of the day. I’m making corned beef and cabbage and taters for dinner.
Most of my adult friendships that have ended (not that I’ve been an adult for long. Nine years isn’t long, dammit!) have faded away, except for a large tense fight I had with my former best friend over breaking up with my ex and going after Mr. Lissar. She thought it was a bad idea. I disagreed. Three years of marriage later, I’m sure I was right. Our lives and goals were already getting pretty different by the fight, so all’s well.
I’m a coward, so I don’t verbally fight much.
Most of my adult friendships that have ended (not that I’ve been an adult for long. Nine years isn’t long, dammit!) have faded away, except for a large tense fight I had with my former best friend over breaking up with my ex and going after Mr. Lissar. She thought it was a bad idea. I disagreed. Three years of marriage later, I’m sure I was right. Our lives and goals were already getting pretty different by the fight, so all’s well.
I’m a coward, so I don’t verbally fight much.
$300, susan? Wow. Have fun shopping.
Time for breakfast, and then a few chores, and then I think I’ll wander a bit before work.
I didn’t eat them at the movie, or last night at all. They’re still intact. I think they’ll just be added to my Stash of Snackage. I’ll end up munching on them occasionally during long hw assignments or summat.
Oh, and about the Narnia movie. I had never seen it before or read the books or seen any other versions, and I barely knew anything about the story. I knew it was Christian allegory, so I didn’t really have any interest in seeing it, but I went along with my friends (yay peer pressure) because I didn’t have any good reason to not see it. I was surprised by how much I enjoyed the movie. Nice rollicking fantasy tale, and the allegory was there if you wanted it but it didn’t beat me over the head with symbolism or anything.
One thing occurred to me: Wasn’t the entire 100 year winter in Narnia all Aslan’s fault in the first place? I mean, if he had just stuck around instead of wandering off to who knows where, the White Witch couldn’t have taken over and everyone would’ve been happy. But no, like a deadbeat dad Aslan had to go off with some young lady lion or something, and leave the rest of Narnia to go to a frozen-over hell. What a jerk.