swampy, was he baking cookies while naked? That’s be something of which you’d approve, but wouldn’t be appropriate in public.
I just want everyone to know that the Danish pastry worked. I filled it with sliced strawberries and sweetened sour cream, and glazed it with simple syrup. I still have half the dough left, so I’ve got to think of a filling for it. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to go try to eat the whole batch before anyone else does.
next batch - blend creamcheese and confectioners (or superfine) sugar into a patse, spread on daish dough, fold or roll or whatever and bake - drizzle with white icing glaze (conf.sugar, water, teeny bit of cornstarch)
VunderBob, I haven’t seen the railroad setup personally, but I made sure I covered it in the school paper, here. We had plenty of pictures to go with the article; unfortunately those aren’t posted online.
And now for dinner. More postingness later.
Thanks for all the frozen cookie-dough feedback. I have frozen cookie dough in my freezer, but it’s commercially prepared and I didn’t know if they add anything special to make it withstand freezing…
I had rice pilaf with peas, 1/2 a cherimoya and approximately 4,000 Hershey’s Kisses for dinner. OK, maybe 10. Which was more than I really needed, but they tasted really good today. Have I mentioned I also have too many Hershey’s Kisses around here? I have milk chocolate, dark chocolate and chocolate mint. Some of them really need to go to work.
I, too, am waiting impatiently for welby to 'splain himself. Fortunately, I have no similarly embarrassing stories. And yes, I realize it’s welby, but WE NEED DETAILS! Just cuz.
Oh…and I thought all the Danish was for us. ::Looks forlornly at CD slot:: 
Off to get 9 volt batteries. One of the smoke alarms is chirping at me and I, of course, have no replacements.
GT
the HKs were in the pilaf? :shudder:
you mean the cup holder?
Oh, now I see how it is…I’m going to be the only one who posts an embarrassing little story about myself. Great, just great…now I can be embarrassed all by my lonesome…sigh…
C’mon, guys…I’m waiting. It’s not nice to keep a lady waiting.
Sigh…just wait, someday you’ll be in the same situation and I won’t be around to lessen your embarrassment by sharing a silly story about me.
how’s this:
Today on my way out of work, I stopped in the ladies’. It’s a one at a time room with a turn latch dead bolt.
Which I forgot to turn
And cow-orker didn’t knock
'nuff said
I’ve posted plenty of embarrassing things around here. Remember the classic “Ever Shit Your Pants?” thread? Yeah, you’ll see me in there.
I haven’t done anything real embarrassing lately that sticks in my mind. Could be I’m suppressing the memories, though. :eek:
I’m hungry. And this pastry dough stuff sure doesn’t help. I do still have an orange sitting here at my desk. But somehow, eating an orange when you want to eat a dozen danish just doesn’t seem equal.
Well, I could take my clothes off, get in the car and drive to Target in solidarity with you, but that might make going in to the store just a tad difficult.
WELBY!!! You get yourself over here and share your story! (Although I liked rosie’s too.)
Well, no, not a cupholder in my case because it’s just a slit. I figure any food that comes though there will just be very flat and then spring to life kind of like in cartoons. ::Still hoping for Danish:: And there were peas in the pilaf; the HKs were a separate deal.
Now I’m off to Target. Really. I promise. There are no more threads out there to distract me…ooooohhh…look…shiny…
GT
(sound of Lissla trying to cram danishes through cd drive)
My ex’s Mom once came uninvited into the room while we were making out. I was topless, but still wearing pants. Yeesh, that would be ten years ago. I’m sure Mr. Lissar remembers more recent humiliating experiences of mine, but he’s asleep.
I think I will make cream-of-potato-and-chicken-and-cheese sauce soup. I have leftover cheese sauce, homemade chicken broth, and potatoes. And parsley. Hmm, and roasted garlic. Dinner will be yummy.
MMMmmmm… the danishes were delish. I love strawberry. (Would these be the frozen strawberries you were talking about in an earlier MMP?)
I’ve returned, fully-clothed, from a visit to Tar-jay. Managed to make it through well under the cover charge. But not because I didn’t try. I tried on 3 blazers (I’m going through an “oooh, that might be OK for work” phase that has mostly resulted in new jackets). I really need work pants that don’t need to be dry-cleaned and still look professional-ish. Maybe I’ll get lucky and find some at the black & white place (still haven’t been back). Anyhoo…got out of their with just some ziploc-like bags and 9-volt batteries. Stoopit alarm kept chirping for a bit after I replaced the battery, but seems to have subsided now.
I’m considering joining the (German Chancellor) Angela Merkel school of fashion. I would swear she only owns one black suit except that it appears that some of them have collars and some don’t (perhaps detachable?). I’ve been watching the German evening news video podcast every night cuz my German felt dusty (rusty?) this last visit. She always looks exactly the same. It’s rather amusing since it’s something that would be discussed widely here in the US if she was an American politician. I’ve heard/read critiques of her that accused her of not being able to smile, but haven’t seen anything about her wardrobe - yet. (Not that I’ve actually looked.) Still, her uniform seems awfully practical.
So now it’s later in the week and no sign of Rue? Very confusing.
GT
Okay, I feel slightly better. But, my story is a two-parter. See, after the second cop car showed up, another one showed too. Sooo, there’s all these cops shining spotlights on us, in front of a tiny apartment complex where people are standing on their balconies, wondering what was going on. Anyway, after an embarrassing chastising by the officer, he let us go without citing us. I thought it was over, but alas, this was not the case.
As it turned out, one of my husband’s (then boyfriend) co-workers was at that time also a part time dispatcher for the police. Yeah, she was on duty that night. To make matters worse, we had to go to a Christmas party the next night, where EVERYONE knew what had happened the night before. It was very embarrassing. I was only about 19 at the time.
I got home tonight, only to discover I had to go back out because my daughter needed supplies for an emergency kit. I’ve only just returned from that.
Today I also found out they’re placing my son in an AP math class. I’m so proud of him. My daughter is being placed in AP English. Seems the school made that decision for her. I’m also very proud of her.
I guess I should make some chop-chop now. I’m afraid it’s going to be Stagg chili, as I don’t have the energy to make anything else. Call me lazy, call me uninspired, it’ll have to do.
Yes, they were the same strawberries. I’ve still got six pounds left. This could take a while and involve a lot of heavy cream and me getting really fat.
I’ve done about five loads of dishes today, so in desperation I have offered Attacks Husband a trade- a loaf of bread and some pastry in exchange for dishwashing. He’s coming over tonight to pick up the bread. I’m trying to decide if I’m an exploitive evil friend. Probably not. He is getting homemade bread and pastry out of this.
The guy washes up a few dishes and gets homemade bread and pastries. I’d say he got the good end of the deal Lissla.
I am imagining that welby’s story involves moonshine, hunting and skinny dipping just cause, well, it is welby after all. I wait expectantly for details.
I have never run around in public nekkid (well, there was this streaking incident in college, but my head was all covered up so nobody actually knew for sure it was me). I did once flash some Mormon missionaries, however. See, I was wearing just my robe, which is not real unusual for me at home, and answered the front door bell, which nobody ever rings. There were these two Mormon missionaries. Just as I was giving them my no thanks not interested speech while closing the door, my robe fell open and I flashed 'em. I bet it was the highlight of their missionary experience. This was in the house before this house btw.
Last night I ate supper at church. Holy food. HAH! I had a huge baked poke chop, real macaroni and cheese, fresh turnip greens, green beans, corn bread, strawberry shortcake and iced tea. It was so YUMMMMMMMMMM!!! All that for five bucks too!
It is cloudy and icky lookin’ here today. I have to drive up to Etlanner this afternoon, so naturally it’s gonna be pouring down rain all over the state. I hate driving around Etlanner bad enough as it is, but the rain does not help any. It’s such a crazy place to drive around.
That was our new governor, Timmy Kaine. He’s a new poster boy for the Dems, because he won in a Red state late last year. John Stewart compared him to Liberace.
I can’t believe it took me until yesterday to get caught up on all the stuff that piled up on Monday. I’m usually pretty good about staying on top of things here.
I don’t have any real em-bare-assing stories, except maybe this one. I was 19, and sleeping with a woman I worked with at the hospital. We were going at it at her house, and her roommate walked in, looking for her uniform. At first I thought, “Alright! Three-some!” But instead she was pissed at her roomie and yelled at me.
OK, I’ll wade in with an embarassing story.
Way back in '82, I became acquainted with some hot air balloonists, and I wound up as part of the ground crew. Being a big guy, my usual job was to hold the top line on inflation, which in a light wind is easy, but when breezy is a near-Herculean task.
We trucked off to Greeneville SC for the 4th of July weekend to fly in an event called Freedom Weekend Aloft. About 100 balloons were there, and several thousand spectators. The venue was an old air force base turned into an industrial park.
We rolled in to set up for the first flight of a 6 over 3 days. The sky was severe clear, but the winds were up and gusty, almost to the no-fly cut off, but still within the proper range. 'Natch, I was to hold the top line.
The balloon was laid out, and we saw the hare balloon take off, which was our queue to start inflation. The fan was started, and our envelope inflated. The gusts were brutal, and I got a real workout holding ours down and still.
The pilot then lit the burner, and he began heating the air. I began to walk the envelope upright, which is critical. If I goof, the fabric hits the flame and we have set it on fire; I was being very careful.
When the envelope got about halfway up, one of those damned gusts hit, and slammed the envelope back into the ground, and it bounced with enough force that I was jerked about 6 feet into the air. I landed on my butt and back, and dragged about 10-12 feet. When I stood up, my shorts and underwear was down around my ankles in front of all those spectators. The bad part was I still had to hang on to that rope with both hands, and couldn’t pull my drawers back up.
One of the other crew, a very cute local girl, came to my rescue. Alas, no date from it, however; probably because she knew what the merchandise was like already… :rolleyes:
Good morning, all!
I’ve been lurking, but not posting much. I seem to go in cycles where I’ll post a bunch for a couple of days, then nothing for a while. Hmm.
It’s hot in here. I’m at work and the AC isn’t on. It’s 78°! Well, whaddya know? They just turned it on. Good.
I’ve been so distracted this week. I even forgot my purse at home yesterday! I’m losing my mind. I have a good reason, though. I don’t want to be a big downer in the MMP, but I’m starting combination interferon therapy tomorrow to treat Hepatitis C. Lots of side effects to be scared of.
I have one nekkid story. My second husband and I got nekkid and were doing the nasty down by the lake once upon a time. We got caught by our friends… Very embarassing.
Last night we had one of the easiest dinners I make. Kielbasa and cabbage and cornbread muffins. Mmm mmm mmm.
Wow, y’all just can’t keep your clothes on, huh? 
I also eagerly await the explanation of welby’s story.
So yesterday I gots me all spiffed out in one o’ them fancy schmancy snazzy corporate let’s-listen-to-this-guy-because-his-jacket-matches-his-pants type suits, and I went over to RPI’s annual Career Fair. I was looking for an internship for this summer before I head off to graduate school, and I got positive responses from the people representing the following organizations: GE, Boeing, Lockheed Martin, Oracle, Philips, Entergy, Northrop Grumman, Wafertech, the Pacific Northwest National Lab, and probably a couple of others that I’m not remembering offhand. All in all a successful day at the races. With any luck, once I go through websites and drop resumes off there as well, I might get some phone calls.
In the midst of that I was ping-ponging back and forth across campus getting my two minors (Math and Philosophy) officiated. That was a pain, but now it’s done. 
Dolores, I hope the treatment goes well. You have to get better, okay?
DR hope all goes good with the treatment. Yummmmm… kielbasa, cabbage and cornbread! It’s all good plus you get to put on a <snerk> “concert” <snerk> afterwards!
Spats good deal on on the positive responses and getting your minor stuff all squared away. Of course you’ll get the internship you want. No doubt in my mind at all young man.
Bobbio mooned North Carolina! <snerk> Aren’t you glad that was pre before everybody had the internet days?
Ok, I confess. I’ve been nekkid for outdoors whoopee time before, I just didn’t get caught.
donkeybear why would nekkid cookie baking be an unacceptable public event? After all, it is cookie baking and what could be more wholesome than that?