Me, I had just turned 6 and was in first grade. I remember the principal came on the PA and announced that he’d been shot. Which I guess means I’m at the older end of the MMP age spectrum. And in the area that hopes the plateau has a ways to go…
Good thoughts and prayers for Taters’s sister and FCD and anyone else who needs 'em. (Have a Kleenex, Puggy…it appears I’m not coming down with anything quite yet… Yay!)
I know I’ve read about those flavor sprays Lissla; I’m thinking it was probably on the board here somewhere (because where else would I read about something like that?). I just think the idea sounds odd. Dunno.
Oh and I loved the soap. And the joke was funny. And really, I’m quite tired and have to get up relatively early, so I think I’ll toddle off to bed. Gracefully. Cuz that’s the closest to dancing I’m getting tonight…
I wish the crowd of screaming fifteen-year-olds outside would go away. They’re annoying as hell, and there’s about forty of them. I live in a middle class neighbourhood with a lot of kids. The kids have too much money and nothing to do, so they congregate in large groups to shriek and perform petty vandalism.
Attacks Husband favours breeding intelligent armoured polar bears, trained to eat anyone under 18 that’s out past 11 at night. Arboreal armoured polar bears. With tentacles, like giant squid.
This is a splendid idea, and I’m looking for someone to undertake the project. Also government funding.
Stay away from that place–they’re like crack dealers! First, you’re spending 4 bucks on a nice piece of fabric. Before you know it, you’re getting coupons in the mail, and you have piles of fabric spilling out of the closet, and you have to move more piles of fabric off the bed so you can sleep, but some day you’ll get tired of moving them all, and you’ll just go to sleep on top of your big pile of fabric, and if you’re lucky it won’t fall over and smother you while you’re sleeping.
Taters, best wishes for your sister. I hope she’s recovering quickly.
I made chocolate chip oatmeal cookies, with some coconut just because cookies are better with more stuff. My neighbor made some cookies with craisins and cranberries and pistachios and all kinds of stuff, and they were really yummy. I have the recipe, so I’m going to make some of those some day. They’re a little tart and crunchy. There’s no chocolate, but they’re good anyway.
Lissla, that flavor spray stuff is just weird. Artificial food has gone too far. Although it would be kind of fun to spray bacon flavor on things that really shouldn’t taste like bacon. How about bacon-flavored whipped cream? Or bacon-flavored chocolate chip cookies?
I read this at first as “the principal came on the PA and announced that he himself had been shot.” You know, the static interrupts everyone, then it clears, and you hear this distraught voice yelling “I’VE BEEN SHOT!” Am I a horrible person for finding this amusing? Where am I going, and why am I in this handbasket?
Tsk tsk, Bumba. rigs, you can sing all you like as far as I’m concerned. In other news, after being up at RPI for a week, I finally rearranged my room and unpacked. What a relief that was. And now it’s like I have a whole new room to get used to! It’s great!
What on earth are you supposed to use rootbeer float flavour on? Onion rings? Honestly, I can’t think of anything that can be improved by making it taste like rootbeer. It’s a nice taste, but one specific to… rootbeer floats.
My first thought was to spray it on ice cream. So much for 0 calories, eh?
So where is everybody? Get out of bed all you lazy-bones! I don’t care if it’s your day off. I need to be entertained. Nobody EVER THINKS OF MY NEEDS.
I ran out of dog food yesterday and was too lazy to go to the store so I made them rice with ground beef and vegetables, it was too hot so I cooled it down with milk. They love it when I’m out of dog food.
WE’re looking at about 5 inches of the white stuff on the ground.
Yay!
Spats --C’n I come and see your new room? <bats eyelashes, gets something in eye>
Joanne’s Fabrics is dangerous. First, you go in for new buttons. Gee, that $4 fabric looks nice and what a bargain!
And then it starts–as has been said, the flyers start and soon you’re cleaning out the furnace room to make space for your “projects”. Beware.
Bumba --but I could croon you to sleep! <warbles off key> Or you could find something else to do with my mouth!
(I did not just say that. No, I did not. This bb is corrupting me in all sorts of ways!)
I am unclear on this spray food. Food shouldn’t be sprayed, ever. What food is sprayed?
I’m with Lissa --whose husband must have read the Pullman series(and I heartedly concur with his plan)–root beer float flavor spray–there is a MARKET for this shit? For what? To enhance my black cow? Make my pancakes intriguing?
I’m so confused.
Computer desk is done, except for the drawer from which we had to pilfer parts because hubby stripped the flange (and broke it off) with his handy-dandy electronic screwdriver (which is a great thing, but not on this, apparently).
Note to self: next time buy Ikea and next times, pay to have this crap put together. It took us about 4-5 hours, all told. With a break for Chinese.
Funniest fortune ever! (in a bitter, ironic sort of way)
You will have no problems in your home
I talked to my sister last night and she was doing somewhat better. She finally had gotten out of bed to walk. She spent most of the day throwing up because of the pain meds. She took herself off of her morphine because she thought that was the culprit. She hadn’t had any food (liquid or solid) yet. She was hoping that she’d at least get some broth or something for dinner.
At any rate, after they assess the nausea, food , and other progress she MAY get to go home today. I don’t know for sure.
Even though I’m up, I’m still sleepy. I’m so very tempted to go back to bed, but the coffee is done now, so maybe that will help.
OK-I consider myself welcome in Troy, NY (it IS in NY, no?). Thanks.
Git to work or I’ll belabor the bejesus outta ya! I want that theory of relativity made absolute by nightfall. And git yer nasty paws offa that fugacity theory–you leave that one alone, ya hear?
a first for me – I was up, dressed, and out y 8am ON A SATURDAY which is completely unheard of for me
And now it’s 12:30 - I’ve been back for about a half hour and I’m done with my day. Done. I want to go back to bed and watch TV while brushing the kitty. But I won’t. At least not for a while
I was but six weeks old when Kennedy was shot. I don’t remember a thing.
I have to tell you all about my delicious coffee! The store near here, Meijer, about four times a year puts its pricy coffee beans on sale for about $4 a pound (as opposed to $7.) so I STOCK UP with Michigan Cherry beans. Lawsy MERCY is it good! Today I mixed it with half mocha flavored decaffinated beans, and whirred 'em up good in the bean grinder. Coffee heaven!
The Zone Diet progresses. I have had very few carbs since last Sunday and feel somewhat more energetic, although zee beeg butt still follows. I expect to see that for a while yet. My goal is May 1. We have a boat and I’ll be damned if I’ll let the appalling sight of fat thighs ruin my water-skiing.
THat’s all from here. Did you all see the sticky thread about Padeye? So sad.
Afternoon, everyone. I got up and made Mr. Lissar’s lunch, and then went back to bed for just a little while. :rolleyes: I wake up and it’s 12:15. Someone drugged me! Probably a cat!
Now it’s time for breakfast.
The website suggests spraying the rootbeer stuff on Cool Whip. I can’t see it being good, myself.
Also an important point: We went to Little Rock last night to do some things, and went by Wal-Mart, because I needed underwear, Anagramless guy needed track pants for a class, and I wanted to find the new Gillette Extreme, which they didn’t have. You know what I found? Thongs! I’m wearing one of them now, which I’m sure is a relief to all of those who got to hear me complain about not being able to find any manthongs. After an hour or so of wear, my review of it is “hmm”.
I slept in till around 7, then we lay in bed watching TV and skritching Murray till I felt guilty about not taking Bernie out. But after that, I got back into bed, and we watched TV some more. It was almost 9 when we had breakfast.
We finally finished the basement storage area. We took most of the boxes out and sorted thru the crap. Except the books - they’re in boxes till we build some shelves. I’ve got 3 boxes of stuff for Goodwill, and we took a vanload of crap to the dump. There’s also a small stack of boat stuff that has to go out to the boat stuff shed. All the stuff I wanted out of my laundry room now resides in the big closet. All that’s left is for FCD to sort the tools and hardware and whatever stuff he had boxed up.
So our Saturday chores are done. He’s doing some work-work - he brought his computer home and he’s getting ready for a Monday meeting. It appears the shot has helped somewhat with the pain, so surgery has been put off temporarily.
As for me, I’m being a bum till I make dinner. It’s a surf-and-turf night. We’re having steak and crab legs. yummmmmm.
Oh, and it’s in the 60s outside - it’s like spring. Wonder if we’ll have winter at all this year??
Make my pancakes intriguing?
And if you come visit me in Troy, you may of course see my new room.