Once, when VunderKind was about 3 or 4, I whipped out the ol’ green food coloring, and made for real green eggs and ham for breakfast.
It went over like a turd in the punchbowl (or is it the jacuzzi?). VunderWife was the most vocal about not eating them, and she of all people would know that GFC is tasteless. :rolleyes:
Ah, I just moved away from Canon and into Nikon, mainly due to reviews on web sites. I have a D-70, but am thinking I want to get a film body that’s compatible with my digital lenses as well. Back when I used to lug my camera everywhere I had a couple of canon bodies and lots of lenses, shot mostly black and white film. So I’m thinking that a film body will make me a happier recreational shooter.
Oh, and while we’re sliding into Dr. Suess references, I want to point out that I burned Hop on Pop as an act of self-preservation.
:eek: :eek: :eek:
I still have my copy that my grandparents gave me at age 4.
I love Dr Seuss. Read Richard Scarey (the most aptly named children’s author ever!) and compare.
welby -Hmmph. Notice no credit is given to all the things I did get. Just like a man, I tell ya. 
You nuked an entire pan of brownies? Waddya mean that isn’t a single serving?
Taxi, you two are really cute together. And so young! I think you just acquired a bunch more doting aunts and uncles, (like you didn’t already have a bunch).
I loves chili! Can’t eat it though. Gots the gout ya know. But I love it so much that I make a chili with shredded chicken and bell peppers and termaters. :eek: It’s pretty good, and tastes almost like real chili. BTW, I have a cookbook wherein the author swears that chili doesn’t have termaters in it, it has vinegar in it! :eek: That recipe is good too. (I’m giving my smilies a workout, they were getting flabby.)
Taters, I feel the same way about raisins that you do about nuts. I like raisins okay, specially golden raisins, but I don’t like them in stuff. In fact I’m kinda a food purist. A good steak doesn’t need steak sauce, good pork (or even pastrami) doesn’t require mustard, etc.
I would probably recite the whole book, then chow down. But then, I’m a little weird. 
Taxi, that pic is adorable! For some reason, the KeithT in my mind has dark hair, so I was thrown for a minute, but you look very very cute together.
I’m with Rigs–no chili. I don’t know if I’ve ever actually eaten chili in my life. There are so many things about it that are just not in the spectrum of edibility, in my opinion. Hot spices make my tongue swell. I’m not a fan.
I went out to lunch today with a coworker who is also a pretty good friend, and she was telling me of the drama she had last week when I was sick involving the maid of honor in her upcoming wedding as well as the MoH’s parents, who were going to be singing at the ceremony. Once she was done with the drama, she asked me if I would sing, instead. (Since this is the wedding I already knew I was attending in April, it doesn’t break the No More Weddings Rule.) So, now I have to get ready to sing in public for the first time in at least ten years. I don’t count karaoke as singing in public, though it’s pretty good practice, and I haven’t even been to karaoke in months because they tore the bar down. But hey, I get to sing in a church, and hopefully I won’t burst into flame upon entering. 
I know. I know. I’m being impatient but it feels like it should be more. I actually have stepped up my exercise regime and shaved calories off my diet as well but I KNOW my metabolism is different from when I was on the smokes. Not that I’d go back for anything!!!
taxi, you and keitht are just so keeee-ute with your big ole smiles!
rue, re your comments about night. time. NUK! NUK! NUK! NUK! NUK!
I second the bit about the raisins, bumba --except sultanas in scones-those I’ll eat. My friend and I once tried to eat a whole thing of cookie dough once–lord were we sick! Can’t imagine a whole thing of brownies! This was a Betty Crocker Warm Delight or somesuch thing. (<snerk>)
taxi -I keep meaning to say this, but keep forgetting. I like your pic. You two don’t look a thing like I pictured you–but I can’t say I had a real pic of you in my head (except for a big Yellow taxi kind of thing).
I apologize to all chili lovers for my outburst. I can be calm about this. No, thank you, I would not care for chili.
I’m going to lay down–I feel so tired. Not sure why. blah.
Thanks everyone for the compliments. We’re not that young, really! I’m 27 and he’s 24 and will be 25 by the time we get married. We’re both older than our parents were when they got married. And we waited longer than they did (both sets of parents were engaged after ~4 months) to get engaged. Both of which are facts we keep reminding them of when they start thinking we’re too young or moving too fast! (Actually, his parents are just really happy and excited. It’s mine that started off being a little nervous about the whole thing. But they’ve come around.)
Here’s RPI for whoever asked. (I think it was Ellen Cherry.) Really good engineering school and a great place in general (in spite of all the complaining I did while I was there).
Rensselaer Polytechnic Institute.
taxi, you and KeithT make an adorable couple. When’s the wedding, and may I attend? puppy dog eyes
Next time I’m going to post a picture of a big taxi cab.
I’m with everyone who refuses to eat chili or beans in general. Bleh! And raisins do not belong in any sort of food. Really, fruit doesn’t belong in anything except its original form. Carrot cake can be good (w/o raisins!) but it’s got to have a big ol’ layer of cream cheese frosting on it!
Why do people keep replying while I’m typing??
Thanks!
The wedding’s going to be a really small, family event. Then the following summer ('07) we’re going to have two big parties/bbqs/picnics/whatever. If you’re still in the area (or in the Wisc area where the other party will be), I can see if I can squeeze you on the guest list.
Bobbio, against my better judgement I read that diarrhea in the jacuzzi thread. Good Lord.
I couldn’t stop myself from reading the thread, but I did manage to stop myself from looking at the pictures.
Preach it, sistah!! According to FCD, I make good chili, but I refuse to eat the stuff. I’ll make it for him, I’ll pack it in his lunch, I’ll even clean up the mess, but all this is done while not breathing.
Hi, I’m back. Our trek to Pocomoke City was, um, mostly unnecessary. We got there just before 10, only to discover that the labor crews had not yet arrived, and the crew that was supposed to start the generator wasn’t going to get there till 1. Swell. So we left the battery for the generator and drove to Ocean City, which was only 36 miles away.
We walked on the boardwalk to the end by the jetty, then down the jetty to watch the surfers. Yes. Surfers. In Maryland. In January. FCD wanted to yell “Don’t you people have jobs?!?” but he didn’t. We stood there smelling the ocean for a while, then went in search of lunch.
Just a little FYI - most good restaurants close for the season. We drove all the way to 62nd St (from 1st St) looking for a non-fast-food-joint. A place called (I think) Castaways was open and they had pretty good sammiches for not too much money, so we ate there. While we were lunching, the fog rolled in and the temp plummeted and when we went out to our car, it was cold - the kind of cold that creeps to your very soul.
We drove back to Pocomoke City, and enroute, got a call that the crew was NOT arriving at 1. They weren’t arriving at all. So it was decided that FCD would just take back the panel he was there to test. Which means they could have just FedEx’d the thing to Goddard last week. Your tax dollars at work.
While we were there, my van was being worked on back home. The shop closed at 6. We were sitting in traffic in Annapolis at 4:30. So I called and gave them my credit card number, and they said they’d leave the key under the mat. With that taken care of, we stopped for dinner to allow the traffic to thin. Which means we got home almost 14 hours after we’d left. The critters were melting down.
Oh, and my van needs a new/rebuilt differential. That repair is apt to cost more than the van is worth. On the other hand, it’s lots less than taking on 4 or 5 years of car payments. So I see a repair in my future. It’s still working OK, but probably not for a lot longer.
Murray hasn’t opened the drawer lately. But she does yell loudly whenever I’m in the kitchen. Apparently, I’m supposed to be feeding her when I’m in there. Yeah.
And I’m bummed - I missed Rue’s crash and dash. <insert pout here>
Alas, I have absolutely no idea where I’ll be during the summer of 2007. Og-smashit, taxi, you’re supposed to have a huge party this spring, before I go away! If I’m anywhere within driving distance of said party though, I’m totally there, so I’ll keep you posted on my whereabouts.
Oooh, you’re so cute! And young! And adorable! 25 and 27 is a perfectly good age to get married, and it’s not young. My best friend got married at 20- I think that’s scarily young. On the other hand, Mr. Lissar was 22 when we were married, which now seems terrifying.
I bought $27 worth of very nice (useless) stuff at the Korean supermarket. I got honey citrus tea (haven’t tried it yet) leek dumplings, chicken dumplings, chestnut walnut cakes (little walnut shaped things), and a big bag of shaved raw beef. I am going to attempt a steak sandwich. I might have gotten something else. I can’t remember. It was fun.
It is a bad, bad idea to read Happy’s thread. Bad.
I read Happy’s thread, and, like an idiot, I looked at the pictures too. Ugh!
We are bracing for another big storm that is supposed to blow in tonight and another for Friday. Lots of wet, windy weather. Washington is just slip, sliding away due to the mudslides and flooding. Somebody’s house was floating down a river yesterday. Oddly enough, a house that nobody claimed.
Well, need to put a report out.
I looked at the pictures, too. I’m telling myself it’s clay. Yep, that’s the ticket.
In case you were wondering, my rotisserie turkey breast tastes better than it smells, and it smells wonnnnnnnderful!! Dinner is all done, and the house still smells great.
Plus there are fresh sheets on my bed, and I just had a purple popsicle. Life is good.