Well, not really busy. Just doing laundry. But a friend who was touring Europe just emailed to say she’s coming next week to visit. Fine. Don’t know when exactly, because she rarely gives precise times. Then I found out that she’s bringing another friend and possibly her boyfriend, too.
Our floor is going to be really crowded.
They’re all very conservative, so do we put the boyfriend on the floor of our(very small) bedroom and the girls in the living room, or vice versa?
swampy, I’m going to do the kitchen deep teal, and the bedroom garnet. The kitchen’s mostly white cabinets, so the teal won’t darken it much. The bedroom will have a white ceiling.
But lavender doesn’t go, so I can’t paint the living room lavender anymore. I will paint it golden yellow, to match the gold in the blue (partially completed) sofa slipcover and the cushions in our fabulous Pier One chairs. It will be beautiful and sunny looking.
Lissla(typing at great speed, and until now unaware that she cared so much about interior design )
So swampy, when you say it was just a sign, did you mean it was a sign from above (or below, off to the left, a bit to the right, whatever…) to remind you that you’ve not only been to this campgound, but you actually have a space reserved year-round and are well known to the other regulars? Hmm? And if you haven’t been to this campground (if that’s what it really is), what’s with the big at the end of your post?
Oh, and YIPPEEE! Kallessa came back! Just for the record, if I were into colors and fonts and stuff like certain other posters in this thread, that would be a much more impressive Yippeee.
Yeah, I came back, I’m hard to get rid of when you get right down to it. Like a bad penny or a clogged drain.
Just so you all know, I may not be able to post tomorrow because tomorrow is the day when the doctor is going to see how beautifull I am an the inside. I’m having an endoscopy to see if my esophagus is okay. Not a big deal, except in the sense that having a camera shoved down my throat (literally) is a big deal. They tell me I’ll be woozy for several hours afterwards, and I don’t know if I’ll be too woozy to post, but if I am, you don’t have to worry about me. (For not posting you don’t have to worry, for the medical procedure, you could worry maybe just a little. Well, not worry so much as think good thoughts, sending out calming vibes, you know. Or worry. If you want.)
What makes a penny “bad” so that people would need to get rid of it? I suppose it could be counterfeit, but who would counterfeit a penny? If there was a mistake on it, the penny would be valuable to collectors, so you wouldn’t want to get rid of it so much as sell it to said collector. Dirty? Old? Banged up? Are those reasons to declare something “bad”? Gods, I hope not. Dirty, old and banged up is a pretty good description of the men I date.
All right, don’t rub it in. Dirty, old and banged up is a pretty good description of the men I date if I was actually dating, which I’m not, but only because there are no dirty, old banged up men asking me out. Or any other kind of man, for that matter. Happy now?
Lissla the bedroom and living room colors sound lovely. If you are dead set on painting your kitchen a dark color, go right ahead. However, if it does indeed turn out to be too dark, just remember, Mr. Swamptington* Overthetopgayinteriordecorator of the MMP tried to tell you.
lightingtool the sign, yeah, it was a sign I saw, never actually went there just saw a sign, was kinda to the right. Or left. Actually it would depend on which direction you were coming from. Are you implying that I might actually be known at this place I saw a sign, yeah, a sign, I saw a sign, didn’t go and am not planning to go back the weekend after my birthday, that’s a vicious rumor, for? :dubious:
Kalley ask the doctor for copies of the pictures of your insides. Then post em so we can see what you look like from inside. That’d be cool. Maybe not as cool as a roadkill tower for vultures but still pretty
-swampbear (all I need’s a tower cause there’s plenty of roadkill around here)
Anybody want some radishes? I mean, I really like the things, even just sliced up with a little salt, pepper and vinegar. But I really planted too many radishes.
Speaking of batteries, we have lots of battery operated stuff on the boat - flashlights, clocks, cell phone, watch, ummm, prolly other stuff. Come to think of it, the lights and the water pump are battery-operated, although those batteries are always on a charger so it’s like being plugged in - but if we weren’t plugged in, they’d still work. Till the batteries ran down.
According to some versions of the story, it was radishes that got Rapunzel locked in her tower. When her Mama was pregnant, she got a craving for the lovely radishes being grown next door in the witche’s yard. She sent her husband to steal some, saying she would die without them. Husband got caught by the witch, who would have gladly given her neighbors some radishes if asked, but who greatly resented the attempted theft. Pleading his wife would die without the radishes, the witch allowed him to take them, but demanded the baby in return.
I have never had a craving for radishes.
Veal is icky. Chicken is good. I’ll take my Marsala with chicken thank you. With a side of radishes. Or do Marsala and radishes go together. Would it be like gauche like white wine with beef gauche or maybe just a yucky taste combo? I like radishes. MMMMM… radishes.
Oh, before I forget what I forgot to do again, Kalley sending lots of south Jawja vibes so the doctor won’t find anything yucky tomorrow.
It’s been burly repair man city at the swampcave ever since I got home from work. First it was a burly 'lectrician. Then it was a burly cable guy. I’m kinda all hot and bothered right now. WOOF!
Why the burly repair men you ask? Well, see, sprinkler guy and his crew showed up Monday to put in my sprinkler system. None of them were burly btw, though sprinkler guy is kinda cute. The crew (both of em) managed to cut both my tv cable and a 'lectrical line to my storage building, even though they were clearly marked! I mean I have had orange, blue, yellow and pink stuff painted on my grass for almost two weeks to show where all this stuff is. So, burly 'lectrician came and fixed my 'lectrical line problem and burly cable guy came and fixed my cable. YAY! Oh and the sprinkler system works wonderfully, thank you for asking. I also have two brand new faucets. One by my back deck and one at the pool. They will be handy.
-swampbear (wondering if it’d be fun to turn on the sprinklers in the back and run nekkid through em)
Kalley, sending good vibes your way…I’m sure you’ll let us know how it all turned out…RIGHT?!
Ex, I like radishes, but I don’t think they would do too well if you sent some my way. We live kinda far apart. What kind of radishes do you have? Do you know I grew black radishes once? Well, they’re kinda blackish brown on outside and white on the inside. They’re also long. They were good.
Well, I didn’t get the job that they called me about a couple of weeks ago. No big deal really. I used to work for the guy that called and I wasn’t really sure I wanted to work for him again anyway. Although…the raise would have been exceptionally nice. I just figure the right job will come along at the right time. Still working the other potential job opportunity though. I have a great deal of perseverance and determination.
Swampy, that’s right…I didn’t buy anything with batteries at that party. I didn’t feel I needed it…Mr. Taters is just “right fine” in that department. He’s…shall we say…“adventureous”. By the way, those elephant G-string underwear were naughty. The trunk was right where ah…hubby’s “tool” would go. They also had eyes that rolled…
I’m not making Chicken Marsala tonight. However, I am grilling some chicken half breasteses with Holland’s Seasoning. They should be right tasty.
/i got snubbed? :eek: When? Where? Damn! I musta missed it! Zawright Rue, no worries.
BTW I waved to you as I was driving through Ohio yesterday. Did you see me? I was in the bright blue Mystique.
See, I coulda said I was in a Ferrari, and you wouldn’t have known, but I told the truth 'Cause that’s just the kind of guy I am.
I’m in Detroit now, and for probably until Mon. or Tues. Then up to Big Rapids for a week, then back to Jawja, and then home. Everybody here is in bed so I took a few to check up on you all.
I did indeed have a very nice mexican dinner and a very nice couple of pitchers of margharitas with Earthpuppy and Mr. Puppy. I enjoyed the evening vey much. These are some very nice people, folks. I’m sorry I’m not gonna be around fro the next fest to meet some more Georgia Dopers.
In other news; Yay [n]lightingtool**! Good on ya!
Hope everything goes okay tomorrow Kallessa, I’ll be thinking of you.
My connection, and my computer, are too slow to back up and look at page one, so I think I’ll close now and go to bed.
I spit upon radishes! They taste like I imagine the devil’s armpit smells. When I get them on my food as some sort of unholy garnish, I flick them off so fast they break the sound barrier.
Yay for lightingtool! And since he’s a nice guy, yay for his fiance!
Post woozy Kallessa, post woozy! Unless it’s the barfy sort of woozy and then you should just lie still until it passes. Then when you’re better, post! Wear your poofy pirate shirt.
Taters, it’s good you didn’t buy anything with batteries at that party. Gas powered is always the way to go.
Mr. Swampington, I agree with you on dark kitchens and veal and bbq. Did you know that there’s a double digit limit on how many tumors a veal calf can have if it’s going to be shown at the Mid-Winter Fair and Fiesta? And of course you must run through the sprinklers nekkid. It’ll toughen you up for that lumberjack camp you’re not going to. Plus, before I forget, you look nothing like David Sedaris because you are a large furry bear with Spanish moss growing on you.
How does one drink double chocolate stout? Cold or room temp? And what do wedding rings and cake do to brides? I’m either thinking too dirty or not dirty enough. I bought a dwarf papyrus plant today. Just because I could.
In some version of the Sleeping Beauty stories, the Prince and Sleeping Beauty return to his home, where his father, the King, has married an ogress (no one knows why, but some men do like strong women). After a few year, the King and the Prince go off to war, leaving the Queen Ogress in charge. Watching Beauty (who is no longer sleepy) play with her two young children, the Ogress gets a craving for young tender human flesh. She orders the cook to kill the young infant Princess. Of course, the cook can’t bring himself to do that and warns Beauty. She hides the infant and the cook prepares a rabbit in sauce for the Ogress. The Ogress doesn’t catch on, but a while later gets hungry for the young prince. Yada, yada–hide the child, serve the Ogress a bit of tender veal, fools her, everything fine. Until, of course, the Ogress decides to eat Beauty. Yada, yada, yada, hiding, young deer in a lovely sauce with overtones of ginger and pear, fooled, so far, so good.
But, the Ogress Queen hears laughter and realizes she has been duped. She captures Beauty and her children and orders a pit of deadly snakes be prepared for the trio to be cast into. As they are being taken to the pit (stoically, as befits those of true noble blood), who should ride into the courtyard but the Prince, who is now the King because his father was killed in the war. He immediately takes in the scene, and, drawing his sword, forces the Ogress into the pit!
Ogresses who eat children, pits full of poisonous snakes, Kalley that’s much better than the boring “Sleeping Beauty” story with a witch and a poisonous apple. Though all the apple did was make Sleeping Beauty go to sleep, not die so it was more like a “mickey” apple if you ask me.
Taters sorry the job didn’t work out. Guess it’s ok since you didn’t really want to go back to work for that guy. Hang in there. You’ll find that job. I had country fried steak, smashed taters (heh!) with gravy and lima beans for supper. It was good.
Ashes [sup]2[/sup] I decided against running nekkid through the sprinklers cause they don’t shoot up real high. The water only squirts to just above my ankles. So I went nekkid swimming instead.
Bumba I got cousins in Michigan. Be sure and say hi to em.
at the end of your post?
