Boy, GT, that story is making me reconsider my great desire to travel to Europe! 
One week in to this engagement thing, and wedding stuff is already making me go insane. We want a really really small (<20 people), simple wedding. So why are there so many details?? The Vegas thing is sounding better and better. How much would it cost to take 16 people to Vegas to have a wedding??
I love tamales.
Ivylad and I celebrated our wedding anniversary by going to a fondue restaurant. It was fun, but it was a lot of work to pay to cook your own food. Still, it was very very yummy, and the price included a cheese course, a salad, the entree, and dessert (we picked Bananas Foster).
My son is giving a speech on Benjamin Disraeli today. I’m getting over a cold. My boss is back from her vacation, and I have an interview for a position in another department on Wed.
My co-worker got XM Radio for Christmas, and she has to put the antenna on my cube in order to get a signal. Funny…my little regular radio gets the local talk radio station just fine.
TMI for swampbear…I was not able to paint my toenails this morning. All I have is a clear polish.
ivylass, how did the salad course tie into the fondue theme?
And that TMI was for wimps. Here’s some TMI for you:
I definitely scored a point in whoever’s poop game this morning. Do I also get points for clogging the toilet? Because if so, put me down for another one. This was probably as large as half a baguette.
Also, Anagramless Guy and I cooked dinner last night for our 1-month anniversary. Well, I cooked dinner, and he made dessert, and it came out waaaaaay wrong, but we ate it in a different way and it was delicious.
It was a seasonal fondue course, but we subsitued the cheese fondue with a Swiss Gruyere blend, with apples, bread, and veggies to dip. Our server said no one liked the seasonal cheese offering, which has mushrooms in it.
The salad was an “Apple Orchard” with dark greens, raisins, walnuts, apples and cheee in an apple ranch dressing. Ivylad, who doesn’t like salads, liked this one.
The meat course was chicken, marinated duck, filet mignon, chicken sausage, and tiger shrimp. We had two batters and about six sauces. The only complaint is that I wasn’t sure of the timing…a couple of times I had to redip my chicken because it wasn’t done. They really should provide timers.
Sorry about the TMI…I couldn’t think of one this morning. Thanks for filling in!
And I didn’t say it wasn’t funny when snerked, just that it was yet another crappy fortune I got. Remember my classic
Ignore previous cookie
And it’s not a rumor.
So, is the signage at CDG anything like the signage at DFW in Dallas? They both are written in a foreign (to me, anyway) language, and seem to point you off in all directions without really telling you what you need to know.
Only airport I’ve ever been where the directions from one gate to another included the phrase, “turn off the paved road”.
This was a while ago, I’m sure it’s much better now…
Anyway on to the MMP of the weekend’s activities:
Saturday, I’m at my mother’s working on her house, when my wife calls me and say’s “your daughter’s jewelry box broke, and she’s hysterical.” Pretty typical for a 6-year-old princess wanna-be, so I took it in stride. Only later in the phone conversation, Mrs. B mentions that she’s going to have to spend hours cleaning up the bedroom, does a small question pop into my mind:
So I ask her, “So, how did the jewelry box break?”
She replies, “When the bookshelf collapsed on it. So, do you want lasagna for dinner?”
:eek: :eek:
It’s a 7 foot tall bookshelf that the previous owners had built in the corner of the bedroom, filled with 85,972 children’s books that the children and my wife, the children’s librarian, have accumulated through the past 6 years. Apparently, the Princess and her brother, The Great Car Lad (TGCL), were finally cleaning up their room when they put the 85,973rd book on the bookshelf, causing all of the shelves to groan mightily under the strain and collapse, dropping all of the books on top of the pair.
Fortunately, neither was hurt, and the only catastrophe (to them) was the aforementioned $19.99 jewelry box.
The pile of books was nearly as tall as the princess, and also covered TGCL’s bed.
$120 and 24 hours later, and we have a shiny new white 7’ tall bookshelf, even wider than the one before, able to contain 105,984 books that the children will accumulate in the next year. And Daddy has a bad back and destroyed knees from building the shelves, moving furniture to install said bookshelves, cleaning up the mess, and generally solving all of the world’s woes.
Except how to fix a jewelry box…
Who knew that becoming a parent had to include woodworking, structural engineering, architecture, intimate knowledge of adhesives (and solvents), the Dewey Decimal system, and the laws of physics?
This week’s parental project includes fluid dynamics, biology, hazardous materials disposal, waste treatment, and becoming a home efficiency engineer.
Oh wait, it’s only potty training.
On the other topic at hand, the best fortune cookie I’ve seen lately said,
"Don’t do that thing with your hand"
Eli
donkeybear that’s Bud’s poop game. I don’t recall any points for clogging but he did say he was refining the game, so he might like the suggestion for points for clogs. I like the way you said you and Anagramless guy ate the dessert in a different way. I’m guessing y’all used spoons instead of forks. Speaking of nummy desserts, ACBG made this strawberry salad dessert thing with a topping of cool whip, cream cheese and (I think) powdered sugar. NUMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMY!!! We had it for dessert yesterday after a lunch of sketti and salad.
We went to a wedding Saturday night that was really nice. Afterwards there was a reception that featured heavy hors doeuvres, an open bar and a band. It was fun. We danced with just about every lady there. ACBG consumed many alcoholic beverages while I stopped after a couple of beers and switched over to club soda. He was in much pain yesterday but said it was worth it. Remember how he says I get all pawy when I’ve been drinking? He should talk is all I gotta say! 
Let’s just say that after we got home much pawing ensued. Oh, and I did go to church yesterday morning. One cannot attend a party with one’s Priest on Saturday and not show up for church on Sunday morning. He reminded a bunch of us of that fact Saturday night. So, anyways, yesterday morning I ushed. When people showed up who were at the doin’s the night before I’d pick up this little notebook, which had nothing in it, and make a checkmark with a pencil I had laying beside it. I told 'em it was the list of everybody at the reception on Saturday night and that I had been instructed to check off the names of everybody who showed up for church. What? It was funny! I’d make a checkmark and shut the notebook real quick so nobody could see it. Well, it was funny to me! Last night we had our church Epiphany party. Everybody who attends brings an hors doeuvre and what ever one wishes to imbibe. I imbibed bottled water. I tried to get ACBG to come but he said he’d already been enough of a party animal for one weekend. Poor thing.
Speaking of hors doeuvres, there was this really nummy one at the throw down on Saturday night. Y’all know those little tortilla roll up thingys that are so popular these days? The ones with tortillas, cream cheese, whatever, rolled up and cut into slices? Well there was this one of those there that had slices of pickled okra in the middle. YUM! Stop saying ick! It was good! So were the mini roast beef sammiches with horse radish. And the shrimp. And the cheese straws. And the little cherry tomatoes soaked in vodka. I only ate three of those cause they were right potent.
Youngin’…
<snerk> IN BED! <snerk>
Nuns are writing fortune cookies bow?
Any MMPers live in Motown or the western 'burbs?
I found out that the new gig is sending me to Ann Arbor the third week in February on business, and I’d like to add to my list of Dopers I’ve Hoisted One With.
I know Shirley Ujest is around there somewhere, but she comes to play with us so rarely that I don’t yet consider her to be a bona fide MMPer.
So, what are cheese straws? I’m a Wisconsin girl, anything that involves cheese really gets my attention.
You are in for a treat. swampy?
I must be tired. I misread that as tonsils.
I’d offer to let someone paint my tonsils, but they’ve been out of me for about 15 years now. I have no idea where they are now - probably tossed down the drain with all the other small fleshy bits the hosipital nipped off or out of people that week.
We had Round Two of medieval activities with chainsaws on the yard yesterday. More trees came down, two runs to the dump and the back yard looks absolutely huge now! We can actually see the fence now (note to self - try to transplant ivy from front yard to cover up that oogly fence) and also discovered a gaggle of valves for the lawn sprinklers. Right now, my back is reminding me that there’s a reason I’m a desk jockey.
The family room floor is looking wonderful. Tonight, the baseboard moldings get what I hope to be a final varnishing, then I can start cutting them and getting them assembled in the right places. Then we can re-assemble everything into the room and call it done. Just in time for a party in two weeks.
I’m 43.
See? in ten years, you’ll look back and say, “hey, I thought ten years ago that I wouldn’t be able to do this in ten years. And I was right!”
heh.
Excuse me for a moment:
AAAAAAAAAGGGGGHHHHHHHHH
I hope that is nice and big. I am SOOOOOOO sick of studying for this damned test.
Took test #3 today–740 on Verbal (think I’ve got that down, heh) and 390 on Math. I found two mistakes on the math that were arithmetic errors–must watch that–every question counts with me on math.
STILL cannot upload my score for a breakdown on the Princeton Review site. AND the written essays are un-retrievable. I’ve tried. Apparently they go to cyberspace hell–I can’t even copy and paste them off the CD (my skills might be somewhat lacking here, but I see no easy, obvious way to do so).
Am off to library and NO GRE stuff this afternoon. I need a break.
I love cheese straws. To me, they are pastry with cheese–what else is needed?
Behold, I give you a simple recipe for cheese straws. They are one of the most delectable of southern goodies!
WOOHOO! Party at gotti’s place! Who’s goin’? What? That wasn’t an invite? Dang!
Random question, but swampy, what denomination is your church?
He’s a Whiskeypalian.
I can’t help it, but BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!
I just got a MySpace message from a guy I haven’t seen in about eight years. The weird thing is, I was thinking about him yesterday–in conjunction with a few other guys I think I could have dated, had a relationship with, and maybe even married if I hadn’t been so insecure at the time.
What’s he doing now? Planning his wedding. le sigh
Thanks Swampbear! The only way to improve cheese is to add butter!
Can’t say I have a cookie press, can you get away with sort of rolling the stuff out and cutting it into strips?