I’m going to let Taters answer that one. I’ve got something on my thumb that’s getting in the way of typing.
Good morning all!
I am a good fire-maker too, AND, I remember to open the flue. Growing up I had a fireplace. I had a fireplace in my first apartment, but not my second apartment. I had a woodstove in my first home. I could make kick-ass fires in all of these. I’m also a damn good campfire starter.
In my current home, however, all I have to do is flip a switch to start a fire. I must admit, this has spoiled me. No more cutting wood, etc.
Well, the Steelers won. Dammit! The Seahawks’ playing (in the second half) was sloppy. However, what pissed me off beyond belief was the poor officiating. Those were some bullshit calls. Even the national announcers were saying so. It’s one thing to lose because the other team was better, and to be frank, the Steelers did play better in the second half, but well, I just can’t go on. Well, maybe a little bit more; I kept screaming at the TV, “Where the hell is the coverage! Jeebus! They guy is wide open! Cover him! ARRRRGGGGHHH!”
So, the Seahawks lost. Maybe we’ll get there next year.
I did have tons of food and drinks. The North Carolina pulled pork sandwiches I made, KICKED ASS! They were damn good!
I better get to work now.
So visualizing is the secret with fires? I usually wasn’t the one building the fire since there always was a male type person around. Guys just love fire. And making a good one seems to be a test of manhood. It would be cruel not to let the men make the fire. Anyway, now I know what I’ve been doing wrong. I’ve been visualizing the huge flaming log rolling out of the fireplace onto the carpet. I visualized the red-hot cinders releasing upon impact and scattering across the room. I’ll have to quit that.
I don’t think a SuperBowl L is going to fly with ad/marketing people. It’s just to L-ish. You just wait spats, they’ll call it SuperBowl 4X, or maybe XXXX or Xcubed or something.
I like making fires. I only get to make fires when I’m somewhere with a fireplace. This is monstrously unfair. Mr. Lissar cruelly prevents me from making fires in the middle of our floor. I don’t understand why. Isn’t hardwood flooring fireproof?
Unaccountably unamerican. I’m calling the cops and telling them you might me a radical terrorist or something.
I kept switching between the Monk marathon (on USA) and the L&O:CI marathon (on Bravo). And I didn’t win anything in the office pool (waaah 
)
I have a fireplace in the “apartment” downstairs - but its chimney is in desparate need of repair. I have to block it off because I don’t want the tenant to use it.
The plumber is coming Wednesday, so it the Town Bldg Inspector, then I can have the kitchen finished, then carpeting and paint (or paint and carpet - that may be better) Then I can rent the place out. I’m still “ishy” about being a landlord, but the income will be nice.
So, should I just go ahead and build those gun turrets and really turn my back yard into a fort? Maybe stockpile some MREs? I’d be ready for a siege! Come and get me!
Can I come stay in your fort? I don’t watch the Super Bowl either, and I’ve heard tell you’ve got a pool. 
I completely ignored the Superbowl, too. I expect to be detained in Guantanamo Bay shortly. It’s been nice knowing you! (I suspect that Gitmo does not have free wifi access.)
Drae and scout y’all can come play in my fort! We’ll ban together. We’ll lob water balloons when they try to come and get us!
Well, I watched the game. Don’t know why. Guess it’s genetic. I’m originally from Pittsburgh and grew up there in the '70s. So even if I didn’t pay much attention to it, the Game was still on the TV last night.
And swampy, you’ll watch the Super Bowl when the Falcons are in it.
Wow. I can’t believe I said that without laughing.
Here’s something you may not know–bras make great water balloon slingshots. I know the very idea of bras may squick you, but I promise that watching that perfect balloon sail in a perfect arc toward your foe will change your mind.
I spent 4 1/2 years working for a sports website. I don’t like sports. I get first dibs on the pool raft.
I don’t have a fireplace. I would if my apartment was on the top floor. Since it’s not, I get built in book cases instead. I think I prefer the book cases.
Made a call at lunch today. I’m going on a trip to Italy with my cousins. Three single women, late twenties to early thirties - we are looking for a good time! 4 days in Rome, 3 in Venice. Whee!
Quiet weekend. But I may be going out to dinner Saturday night. Group of people - basically, setting me up with my boss’ cousin. Should be interesting.
Susan
I only watched the Stupor Bowl for the commercials. Can I come play in the fort, too?
well, if they all can play, what about me? I didn’t even check the score til this morning!
Anybody can come play in the fort.
Drae would you believe I already knew that about bras? One of my lesbian buddies demonstrated that to me once. Having couth is not necessary to be my friend.
Sean there was this rumor one year that the [del]Pigeons[/del] Falcons were playing in the Stupor Bowl. I didn’t believe it. It did not happen.
We’re gonna need a bigger fort.
And more bras.
woohoo!! sounds like it’s going to be a blast - take pictures, keep a log, and tell us everthing when you get back
Well, duh. Having couth is the antithesis of being juvenile… 
I thought being adulterous was the antithesis of being juvenile