I just found out that the house my family bought belongs to the family of a friend of a friend. I know the mutual friend quite intimately (in the classical, not biblical, sense) and the FOAF not-so-well, but geez, small world–I haven’t seen the FOAF in at least three years.
Heaven’s above, it’s howing out. (Sort of hail, sort of snow.) In Victoria. In February. Goodness, me. The front yard is dusted with it, like it’s been lightly sprinkled with kosher salt.
I’m supposed to Go Out Tonight, which of course, I’m in no mood to, as I’ve now come home and changed into Comfy Clothes. But I hardly ever Go Out, so Go Out I shall.
There will be a casino involved. I’ve never been to the casino in Canada. Apparently, I’m not to bring my jar of coinage, as there are tokens to purchase instead? I am not certain.
I think I’m supposed to have dinner tonight out, too. Oops. I just ate the bunwich that I made for lunch but didn’t eat at lunch because something evil took hold of my soul and I went to McDonald’s.
It’s PMS time. Gah. There might have been some chocolate involved as well. Double-gah.
I am eager to try some of these recipes posted. They sound completely nummy.
I shall brush my teeth and change out of my comfy clothes and into “into public” clothes. That’s three changes of clothes in one day. It’s all too much.
Savvy --good luck. I have only ever been in one casino, on my honeymoon. It took <5 minutes for me to lose $20 and I never went back. I would have had more fun tearing up the money and throwing it into the ship’s wake.
Well, we had a talk–in the car, parked near a park. I basically laid it on the line. He contends that I was in on the decision. I assured him that I was not. He told me that he went over XYZ123 with me…and I pointed out to him that he did not–he went over that with our daughter. Last I had heard, he wanted her to get a Camry, we had never talked about the resale value of the car–all the points he is sure he talked to me about. We agreed that no matter where we end up, this kind of decision will not be made unilaterally. He did say that he thought he ought to call me when they were at the dealer, but he didn’t. I won’t get much more than that. No apology, but he did see my point (which is actually huge, really).
I am quite proud of myself: I never even raised my voice once! I’m not a yeller–I am haranguer and expounder. Driving home those bullet points. :rolleyes: this time we both managed to keep it civil.
I am watching the Olympics, and is it wrong to be glad that a certain American skater fell? Heh. I am no fan of Sasha Cohen. Anyhoo, that’s all folks, for tonoc!
Me too. Her smile looks fake and irritating. Plus she has an uncanny resemblance to my ex.
$205.00 spent and not a penny won. :eek:
I won’t be doing that again any time soon. 
I coulda bought lots of books instead. Or shoes. Or other stuff.
Good Friday Morning Y’all!
rosie sorry about your friend’s husband. I know you will, but be an especially good friend right now cause she’s gonna need that.
Sav people don’t get my non-excitement at casinos. I mean, a little blackjack and slots can be fun but after about an hour I’m bored. People make such a big deal around here about the casinos on the Mississippi coast. They actually make trips to just go to a casino. I don’t get it. They’ve gotten at least some of 'em up and running after Katrina and I’m glad for that, but they don’t excite me. Food’s good and cheap though. When I went on the cruise, I went to the casino on board once for about an hour just because we were playing dressed up suave, sophistocated, urbane men of the world that night. I had more fun sipping on martinis in the “adult” lounge, apparently the one place on the ship kidlets were not allowed.
I’m a bachelor this weekend. I think I’ll iron a bunch of shirts. Nobody can live it up like me, I tells ya. 
Oh, donkeybear I thought about you early this morning. I met a couple of friends for breakfast (we do this once a month) and we decided on Waffle House. I had cheese eggs, grits, bacon and raisin toast. No scattered, covered, smothered, sliced, diced, pureed, sauteed, minced, mashed, slashed, fried, dyed, etc. hashbrowns for me this morning.
Happy Friday all!
I actually like to play at the casinos. On our honeymoon in Vegas, I won around $500 and Tom won around $200. Of course, we gave it back to the casinos when all was said and done, but it was fun! I like to shoot craps and play video blackjack.
Swampy, you went to WH and didn’t get scattered, smothered, and covered?? You heathen! Southerner test: what did you put on your grits?
It’s gonna be a slow day here at work. Is it time to go home yet?
The only proper adornments for grits are salt, pepper and cheese.* I didn’t have cheese grits this morning cause I had cheese eggs.
*Though it is permissible to throw some garlic in cheese grits that are being served at a fish fry. Fish 'n grits… YUMMMMMMMM!
I am also a non-casino~er. I’m way too cheap. I will play the ponies, however (I’m a native Kentuckian, how could I not?). It seems to me that, at the track, there’s more entertainment value for your betting dollar … getting to see the purty horses paraded before you preceding each race, the dressed up crowd, getting dressed up yourself, sipping Mint Julips, etc. The betting is just a fun icing on the cake!
rigs, I’m so glad you got to talk. I hope it helps. Did you get my email? I am no advocate of ending marriages but I am also no advocate of living a life of misery when the other person doesn’t hold up his end of the bargain.
All these fabu recipes and I ordered pizza last night. But it was Sir Pizza, the best chain take-out pizza there is. They must spend $0 on advertising because I never see any commericals, but they’ve got great crust and tons of toppings. The pizza box actually has some heft to it. So my advice: if you’ve got a Sir Pizza in your neighborhood, it’s the Chain Pizza of Choice. If you’ve got a little mom-and-pop pizza place, go there, it’s usually better, of course.
Want to hear an Isn’t My Baby Cute story? Little Mr. Cherry Baby is 17 months old. Several weeks ago my husband was telling the older children about Art Carney in the old Honeymooners show. Specifically, he was telling him how, when he had to sign his name, he made a big production out of it, cracking his knuckles and stretching his arms. Demonstrating this, my husband stretched out his arms and the kids just collapsed in laughter. Baby was stretching his arms out too and grinning. We all said, “you’re getting ready to write!” Well, now anytime he hears the word “write” in a sentence, out go the arms–back and forth, back and forth. It sort of looks like he’s cheering. But it’s not just “write” of course. In the car, I say, “Hang a right up here.” Out go the arms. Talking in the living room. “Of course I couldn’t believe it when it turned out he was right.” Arm-arm-arm. It’s so cute! 
No butter on yer grits? Are you shittin’ me?
Morning all.
I went to a casino a few months ago. It was too much for me, I thought I was about to have a seizure from all the flashing lights and zinging and blocking sounds coming from the machines. Yikes!
I’ve been bacheloretting it the last couple days. Both Indy-guy and Indy-kid are off on an adventure. I’ve warned them that if any calls come in from the police force, I will be unable to answer the phone.
Has anyone here ever roasted yams? I mean cut-up skin off oven roasting. I think I want to make a roast chicken with vegetables and I have some yams.
Rigs I’m really glad to hear that you were able to let your feelings be known. It is so hard to stay calm in situations like that.
If nobody volunteers to do next week’s MMP, I will.
I’ve been to a casino once in my life–no, twice. When I was just-barely-21, my friend and I drove down to Atlantic City for no good reason whatsoever, smoked a joint in the parking lot of the Trump Tower, then proceeded to lose our gas money on video poker. We were up fifty bucks at one point, and managed to keep back just enough to get home.
Then last September we went to the Tropicana for Hell’s Bachelorette Party, and if it weren’t for the Buddy System, I could have lost everything I own. “Just ten bucks more.” I lost a hundred dollars on penny slots, ferchrissakes!
So, last night, I called my parents to work out details on the Trip-To-Europe I asked for as my 30th birthday present. Apparently, dear old Mom and Dad were originally under the impression that I wanted to go with them. I disabused them of that sometime last year, but when I called last night, I discovered that I had not clearly articulated the fact that I wanted a trip for two. We worked out a dollar amount, and alas, I shall not get the four-country whirlwind trip I wanted, but that’s okay–I’ve never been anywhere, one country will be good enough for me. Roomie and I discussed it rationally. She said “Okay–why did we want to go to Ireland, anyway?” To which I responded “Um … Irish guys.” Cross Ireland off the list. As well as Scotland. And finally we said the hell with it, we’ll just spend a week in Amsterdam. Legal marijuana and the Sex Museum, here I come.
It’s really ridiculously easy to amuse me. Even in a foreign country.
It’s all yours, Smitty
Sounds great, but how is their pizza gravy?
heh-heh. Now that sounds weird.
I love the casinos. I was in Vegas summer’04 at The Paris. (Now, in the past I had always done very well at craps and blackjack, turning profits of 300% to 800%) Craps and BlackJack were not my friends that week, but Poker at the Bellagio treated me VERY well indeed, so it all worked out.
It is so unbelievably Friday. Holy crap is it ever Friday. Friday Friday Friday Friday Friday FRIDAY! Whoo!
rigs, I’m glad the talk with your husband went as well as it did, and hopefully the whole thing will be resolved soon.
Where can a Troy boy get himself some of those scattered, smothered, and otherwise covered grits? They sound delicious.
Okay, so on today’s agenda is doing some reading and writing an essay (I should get on that), then four hours of class, then the pub, and then some general relativity homework. Aw, here it goes …
I went back and looked, cause I thought we had two offers last week to do this week’s and I was right. What we decided was that you Smitty would do this week’s MMP and 'mika would do next week’s MMP. So, 'mika’s up for this Monday, unlessen she pops in and says otherwise.
Paging 'mika. 'mika please pick up the white courtesy phone. Paging 'mika.
Ellen --I did not get your email. If you want to, please try again. I have gotten emails from here, but I have also had Dopers tell me my email doesn’t work-it’s a crap shoot. When I get my new computer, I am getting rid of aol.
I dont’ like grits–they feel like their name to me in my mouth. I’m an oatmeal girl.
I just put #2 son on the bus. He has a cold, but is going back to school today. I made him a cup of tea, for his throat–and he said that oddest thing to me.
“Mom, this tea is like when England ruled over us. My head is England and my stomach is us. The tea is helping my stomach feel better over my head.”
OK-you all can be honest with me–is he brilliant or mentally ill?