yeah, we’re supposed to get all of that rain tomorrow, too. But I knew that when I woke up, before listening to the radio or watching The Weather Channer - BECAUSE ALL MY JOINTS ARE ACHY AND SWOLLEN owowowowowowowowowowowowow
Do yourselves a favor - stay in shape and don’t get arthritis
Here too. Not surprising, since Washington and Oregon weather gods compete to see who can manufacture the most rain.
I’ve got a pile of solid oak flooring in the big shed that I need to get out of there. The problem is I’ve got too much to do the entryway (my original plan) and not quite enough to do the dining room. Decisions, decisions. Anyway, I want it out of there so I can clean out the shed and start wiring it so we can plug in our new kiln* and start being artistes.
Now I wants me some fried chicken.
- We bought a Scutt GM1014. (third from left)
I found $20 in the parking lot! What should I do?? I’m feeling terribly guilty over the idea of spending it… but there’s no good way to find out who it belongs to. What to do? What to do??
save it for the honeymoon - think of it as one extra souvenir in a Carribean port of call!
Or a couple of margaritas in the cocktail lounge aboard ship.
You big copy cat! I said I was maybe getting a kiln and you had to go ahead and get one first. <insert pouty smilie here>
So, what’cha kilning?
I don’t know if I’ll be getting the one from my former classmate or not. She never called. But if I get the used kickwheel from the school, I may go ahead and shop for a kiln elsewhere. The teacher had recommended a guy who rebuilt them and sold them - he’ll be my first stop.
My fingers are hankerin’ for clay. I’m going to try some oil lamps this session. I’ve got a few ideas churning…
Don’t forget to load up that Righteous Brothers CD…
It’s supposed to rain here tomorrow. What is this, a conspiracy? Rain on (most) of the MMPers? Sheesh!
I work with children!
See, I was working on a cat with this one girl (TOG) and she said my watch was ticking really loudly. I didn’t think it was, but then it’s my watch and I’m used to it. But I told her “it’s 20 years old and needs to be wound up”.
“And that recharges it?” asks TOG.
“Uhhh… no… you just wind it up and it runs.”
“And that makes the batteries work?” asks TOG.
“Uhhh… no… it has a spring. You just wind it up and it runs, no battery required!”
She still didn’t get it. Even after I told her “it’s how the Amish tell time” because it doesn’t have a battery and it doesn’t recharge and you just wind it up.
I watched an ACL surgery on a dog Wednesday. There wasn’t as much blood as I’d expected.
I’m sure us Pacific Northwesterners would be MORE than happy to send the rain to Texas and Oklahoma. Really, go on take it! We’ve had waaaaaaaayy more than our fair share lately.
Just came back from our STOOPIT VTC where it took all my willpower to keep my eyes from rolling at some of the ridiculous stuff I heard. My boss kept on saying, “C’mon, roll your eyes, I want to see if we can see it in the monitor”. I kept telling him he was a bad influence. He was supposed to set the example. Really, I wonder what rarified air they breathe when they tell us some of the ridiculous analyses and taskers they want us to come up with. Now they’re talking Lean Six Sigma stuff. Arrrgh!
Well, at least I have a slice of cheesecake waiting for me to eat it. It’s calling to me now, as a matter of fact.
Dang, Rue, looks like geezerhood snuck up on you (sneaked up on you??) Welcome to my world!
Speaking of cats, Murray has gotten brave. She’s wandering the house, and as long as Bernie lies still and doesn’t look at her, she’ll come within a foot of the dog. Just a minute ago, Murray came and sat under my chair as Bernie lay snoozing right beside me. I was impressed.
Now if I can just keep her off my kitchen counters…
Can you believe this: I have a kiln. Well, it came with my husband. (Calphalon also came with my husband. He was a good catch.) He had it from an old girlfriend, who couldn’t fit it in the car when she left him for California.
Ha, old girlfriend. I now have your kiln, the cookware and a suprimo husband.
**taters ** - what does a cheesecake sound like?
It has a very tiny voice that is saying, “Eeaaat me. You know you want some. You can’t ignore me forever…c’mon eeeeeeeeeaaat me!”
Actually, Wifey has wanted a kiln since she took a glass fusing and slumping class a couple years ago, and I’ve wanted one forever. I worked in a stained-glass studio over 30 years ago, and they had one there. Anyway, it’s a glss kiln. We’re gonna make glass plates and soap dishes and such.
Just think Rue, someday she’s gonna be a mother.
Good cheesecake has a cheesey little voice, kinda like Herb Tarlick.
with a New York or a French accent?
and did it sound fruity?
I do pretty much the same thing as swampy when I do my fried chicken but one thing I do different is I use less oil and a lid on my fry pan. That way the chicken gets done alla way through. I also use peanut oil cause I like the way it makes the chicken taste.
Everybody have a great weekend!
Okay, so I did do a bit better at math. 750. Still, it’s not the General GRE that I really need to get into the programs to which I’ve applied. Anyhoo, my best google fu tells me that LEEP is an online library and information science program at UIUC - it sounds awesome. What does LEEP actually stand for? I wish you the best of luck getting in, I’m sure you will. 
Cheesecake has a voice? I wouldn’t know - cheesecake and I have always had a telepathic connection. It doesn’t have to say anything. I just know. 
I witnessed a 12 year old or so kid be fairly flummoxed by the antique (Western Electric 302) phone in my family room. I’m not sure what confused him more - the concept of dialing, or that the part you hold to your head is tethered to the thing with about two feet of coily wire. He’d never seen a dial phone, or a non-cordless phone in person until that day.
It was fun watching him trying to dial. He started out putting a finger in at 0, and jerkily turning the dial to the number he wanted. He eventually figured it out.
I went out to the garage and brought in the wood wall phone that has no dial at all. He really didn’t know what to make of cranking it and waiting for someone to come on with “Number, please!” Not to mention the idea that the thing would be bolted to the wall and you had to bring yourself to that location.
