I’m really glad you cleared the up, Taters I had a very disturbing mental image of food being molested.
A food fight, eh? That’s an excellent suggestion. If we got tomatoes as our fruit, we could stuff them and throw them at my father in law. Hmmm…
Just kidding. No, we need fruit & coconuts because we have to have two ceremonies - a Hindu ceremony and a Christian ceremony. My fiance is from Bombay, India, and his family expected him to get married in the Hindu tradition. My family is from Indiana, USA, and hoped I would get married in either the Jewish or Christian tradition (half my family is Jewish, half is Christian). So we decided to have both a Hindu ceremony and a Christian-esque ceremony performed by a Unitarian minister.
The fruits are offerings to the Hindu gods and have absolutely nothing to do with the Christian ceremony. Same for the coconuts.
When I first saw the “marriage materials list” for the Hindu wedding (we need about 30 items other than the fruit & coconuts), I thought of Monty Python’s Quest for the Holy Grail. For some reason, I started thinking that I should begin chopping down a large tree with a herring - it might be easier than getting all the stuff we need for the Hindu ceremony. 
Demand that the guests all bring you shrubberies!!!
And what’s that bird that flies around with the coconuts?
BTW–I’m listening to a CD a co-worker recorded for me. why is this noteworthy? Well, other than the fact that it was nice for the co-worker to do this (maybe), here are some of the songs:
Proud Mary—the Leonard Nimoy version
Hey Jude—as interpreted by Bing Crosby
Let me Entertain You–as only Ann Margaret could do it
Try A Little Tenderness–just the facts, Jack Webb
Give Peace a Chance–follow along with Mitch Miller and the Gang
It Ain’t Me, Babe–rendered unforgettable by Sebastian Cabot
Blowing’ In The Wind–Eddie Albert–nuff said
That’s just a start, there’s 25 in all. Let’s just say I won’t be listening to this CD before going to sleep. Oh, the horror, the horror!!
I think it’s an African swallow, though I could be wrong. Could be European. Do you know it’s air-speed velocity?
Wait a sec - you did all those chores outside and in public without shorts?!?!?!? :eek: :eek: :eek: :eek:
If someone else commented on this further on, then I guess I’m not so original, but I just got back home after a day on the road and I’m too tired to be any cleverer. At least I made it to the MMP on Monday…
Dang! I got home just now and just WHAT do I see on the stairs? On the CARPETED stairs?! Dog urk, that’s what! See this thread must have jinxed me. So now I have to go clean it up.
But why does Taters have to clean it up you might ask. Don’t her Tater kids and her Tater husband arrive home before she does? Well, of COURSE they do. But, THEY apparently did not see it. They have that funny sort of vision, you know, the kind I’m talking about. The kind where if it involves work, they just don’t see it. Sigh…
Um, Kallessa, back away from the BA-A-A-D music now. If you value your sanity, do it now! I’ve heard most of those “songs” sung by those very same croakers. YEEEEE-UCK! Of course, there is another awful CD out there. Some singer from Great Britain, I think, who sings just like Elvis. The problem is, he sang covers of Frank Sinatra all the way through rock music. It is AWFUL, just AWFUL. I think (I really, really, really hope) we lost it in the move.
Fairy Chat Mom, glad to see you made it back home (not home for long!) safely!
Cub Mistress, you sent FCM chocolate, but you didn’t send any to the rest of us?! Um, we are ALL supposed to get some. Them’s the rules, so pay up. 
Dang! Taters posted since FCM so now I gotta put a quote in
Well, so did I, sort of. Usually I don’t get here until Tuesday, latest.
Didn’t do much of anything last weekend as I’m still recovering from a sick.
It’s kinda hard to explain what from however, except to say I think it was from snorting laundry detergent.
See, Tuesday I crawled up onto my roof with a great big box of powdered laundry detergent, with bleach! That’s how it says it on the box: With Bleach! like nobody ever thought of that before. Anyway, the laundry detergent (with Bleach!) was to kill the moss that lives on our roof. It works a lot better than those things that you screw onto the end of your garden hose and squirt onto your roof with, and doesn’t cost as much, especially if you get the really cheap brand. Anyway (again) I managed to get up on top of our house with the box. If you look at the picture you’ll see a flat part in the middle of the roof. Picture me up there, but without the snow. The snow was from January, or therteabouts. So I get up there and open the box, and the wind immediately starts blowing. Well, gettin’ up there ain’t easy, so I decide I’m gonna fling my detergent (with bleach!) anyway, which I do. But I managed to get a facefull a couple of times. And I figure I breathed some of it into my sinuses, 'cause an hour later I had one Hell of a sinus headache, which turned into a sinus infection, or as near as as to make no difference. That’s my theory anyway, and I’m sticking to it. But I’m much better now, except that my sinuses are still stuffed up. But I wasn’t feeling frisky enough for any major stuff last weekend, except that Saturday night I got to re-seat the toilet in the downstairs bathroom due to a wax ring blowout.
Also Sunday afternoon I ate Vietnamese food for the first time. It was tasty.
Bumbazine - petless
I am remiss in that I am very late in relating what I did this weekend. While I didn’t do any tilling, seating, chain-sawing, or fruit enumerating, I did go canoeing for the first time in about ten years with my visiting sister and visiting nephew on the lovely Wekiva River on Saturday. I thought it would be a beautiful day for paddling…as did a godawful number of other people. I discovered many things on the journey. Number One - Multiple people on a teeny little river is roughly the equivalent of waterworld bumper cars. Number Two - Never, EVER let someone who’s never been canoeing sit in the front seat…especially if that someone is a teenager who thinks racheting from bank to bank of the river is the quickest way to obtain maximum velocity. Number Three - large blobs of dried epoxy in the bottom of your canoe should make you very suspicious that there are heinous numbers of submerged trees along the river just waiting to hang you up and poke a hole in your craft while said teenager is hyperventilating because he’s positive he just heard the godfather of all alligators. Number Four - you should really arrange with the other “experienced” :rolleyes: paddler in the canoe to alternate sides while paddling or you could otherwise end up with one very sore pectoral muscle…OUCH! After that we all went back and ate chinese delivery.
Well, I had to work this weekend so the less said about that the better I think.
I did my yardwork today. I mean monday, which is still today to me as I haven’t been to bed yet. But technically today is really tuesday. Maybe.
I’ve decided not to put out much this year but some basil and green onions in pots on the patio. This would be due to the ground hog/raccoon gang that’s been leaning on me to provide them with fresh produce all summer. Let them eat cake I say!
So, anyway, today (monday remember) I deconstructed my raised beds. I’m gonna work up a better arrangement for some new beds this summer and hopefully put them in this fall. Unless I’m too lazy which is a real possibility.
Hey, does anyone know what stinging nettle looks like? I wish someone would have told me before this afternoon. 'Cause I know now. Ouch. Here’s a tip for all the gardeners out there-don’t pull weeds with your leather gloves shoved in your back pocket instead of on your stupid hands where they belong. (Apologies if you don’t have stupid hands-maybe it’s just me.)
My fingers still sting. {pout}
Warning! Actual content ahead…
Lissla Lissar
Kitties can go outside the box for a number of reasons. I had one that did because of urinary tract problems. Have you had the vet check your cat? If it’s behavioral it might be that kitty doesn’t like the box, or the type of litter you use, or the box location. Some of them like privacy when doing their business. Or it’s possible the kitty is mad at you for some reason. If that’s the case and you can’t figure out what you did there’s a product called Feliway that I’ve had luck with. I had a male that was spraying all over my house because he was miffed at me for something I couldn’t change. Feliway was my last resort and it worked really well. It’s a phermone spray that’s supposed to reassure and calm kitties.
Hope this helps.
OK, it’s Tuesday morning, but I can now make a more coherent contribution. Theoretically. I make no promises.
As this was a conjugal weekend, it was full of conjugal stuff, plus more stuff. My sweetie took off work Friday, so we spent the day running errands, unloading the motorcycle, unloading the van, doing some boat work, arranging for a second storage unit for our furniture, and (me) calling HR about my new job.
Saturday was supposed to be the big day - we were going to Baltimore for the Home Show. We expected great things. We were greatly disappointed. We saw the entire show, including standing around listening to some guy’s pitch about a Super Ladder, in 45 minutes. We arrived about 10:15, and we left just before 11. What a disappointment! So we drove to Annapolis and spent some time in our favorite boating town. Then we went back to Solomons and did some boat stuff and talked with our boat neighbors (it was the opening day of rock fishing season) and did the rest of our Saturday stuff.
I forgot to mention, although we didn’t chainsaw anything, I did take two chainsaws with me - one electric and one gasoline powered. They’re for working on our lot.
Sunday was laundry day - oh how I hate going to laundromats!! There was a realty office in the same strip mall as the laundry, so we talked to the guy on duty and arranged to see some houses, just in case we saw something we really loved instead of waiting till ours would be built. But the ones we looked at didn’t offer the features that we wanted (like a garage and a basement) and the ones that had those features were way out of our price range - so much so that we could have our house built per our plans and get exactly what we want for less than buying another place would cost.
So that’s what we’re looking at now - hiring a builder who will let us do some work ourselves. We got to thinking about schedule and the logistics of building ourselves and realized that it would take about 2 years of working just about every weekend, and our vacation time would be spent waiting at the lot for material deliveries, worrying that someone would drive by when we were at work and liberate our materials, and all that. Plus there’s the consideration of interest rates going up, meaning our mortgage rate would likely be lots higher in 2 years… Anyway, we’re going to talk to a couple of builders and consider going that route.
This afternoon, I’m taking the kid to Orlando to sign the lease on her apartment. We won’t be able to move her in for 2 more weeks, but if we sign now, we get a break on rent for the first year, so it’s worth the inconvenience. So that’s today.
And today I’ll also pick my departure day. I’m hoping to make May 14 my last day, but it may have to be May 28 - it depends on the movers. And how much travel time they allow. We shall see… more details to follow.
And rumors of me receiving chocolate are greatly exaggerated!
Oh yeah - I also brought the cat back with me - the boat’s coming out of the water next week to have new bottom paint put on, and while it’s out of the water, it has to be vacated. Well, FCD can go to a hotel but Boatcat can’t, so I have the cat and dog in FL. Neither of them are pukers. Which means, of course, that I’ll go home to a big pile or 3 of puke.
That’s how it works, right??
Hey, you’re in Florida. All the telltale signs are there. Any interest in coming to FairyChatMom’s going away Dopefest near Ocala this weekend? We promise not to be snooty. And Swampbear promises not to FWOOOOSH! you. C’mon, all the cool kids are doing it! 
I know we all love Dear Dwyr with a purity that is all too rare these days, but come on people! Somethings are just too easy. Although apparently not Dear Dwyr.
Heck, just do what I did. I took her to dinner and told everybody she’s a cheap date.
And Tupag come to FCM’s going away dope. There is every possibility that I won’t [color=red]FWOOSH you.
FWOOSH
There that’s better.
I sent chocolate! I belong to the official Kewl Kids Klub!
nyah nyah nyah nyah
I hate sunburn and am still uncomfortable from this weekend’s unintentional sun overexposure. You’d think by now I could remember how badly the sun makes me feel but I was just so happy to be getting my garden and that it was not raining and it was above 70… Oh well…
Oh - we have 4 cats and a dog and 2 kids. Puke is a daily occurance. A good day is when it doesn’t happen on me or I don’t step in any at 2am on my way to pee.
(I have a little award I like to call the mommy trifects - when a kid manages to puke, poo and pee on you all in the same day - and I have won this award more that I want to admit)
Sheesh. I go away for half a day to get some work done and the MMP thread explodes all over the place. Welcome to all of the new players: y’all are better at this than me already. Better than that slacker welby, who hasn’t even shown up yet this week, too. Just don’t reply to this post, please, if you happen to be a female-type poster. That could be interpreted by some people as flirting.
We wouldn’t want to make Kallessa jealous, would we?
I don’t have any good puke stories, because I don’t have any pets. I have a girlfriend, but she only puked on the carpet once.
You guys a really cute about the “getting the grill out for the season” thing. I keep mine in the garage for the winter, so all I have to do is open the overhead door for ventilation and blaze that puppy up and I can grill stuff year 'round. A steak takes a bit longer to cook when it’s five degrees out, though.
Ex - (making his weekly non-sequitor post)
Yeah, chocolate and two bastard mooselets!!! :eek:
:D:D:D Incidentally, my daughter has adopted the mooselets, which is probably for the best as boat space is limited and the poor things would wind up in storage till we have a house. Instead, they’ll hang with the monkeys and bears and lambs and whatever other critters have been amassed over the years.
But I definitely enjoyed the chocolate!
It just occured to me that I have not updated everyone on the latest in home improvement projects at the swampcave. How insensitive of me especially since I just know how much y’all look forward to hearing every little detail.
Yesterday afternoon (well, sorta kinda early evening but it was still daylight so I’m callin’ it afternoon) the guy came out to measure my deck and driveway for the new awning (deck) and carport (driveway). He got the concrete guy to come out and give me an estimate on additional concrete for the driveway too. The concrete guy wanted too much so I told awning/carport guy I needed to check around some more for prices. Now see, awning/carport guy wanted this job real bad so he called me about an hour later and said he knew another concrete guy and could they come back out. I said sure. New concrete guy gave a much better price that old concrete guy, so awning/carport guy and I made a deal (standing right there in the driveway negotiating even!) and he’s ordering the awning today. Next week concrete guy will come in to do the driveway and the next week the carport will go up. So, in about three weeks my home will be improved with additional driveway, a carport and an awning over my new deck. The grill and the smokers (I have an electric and a charcoal smoker) will go on the deck. Vehicles will go under the carport. Why, you ask, since I have a perfectly good attatched to the house even garage? Well, since you asked, I am seriously considering enlarging the dining room and kitchen by enclosing the garage. That would be so faaaa-bu-lous!
-swampbear (I had the house built, you’d think I’d be happy with it right?)
I don’t have a yard or anything as cool as a grill, but this weekend I rode in the MS 150. “What is the MS 150?” you ask-- it is a fundraising ride for the national multiple sclerosis society. I rode my bike from Houston to Austin over the weekend, about 180 miles. Well, actually my knee punked out on the second day and I caught the bus for the last 30 miles. I met some cool people and it was for a good cause; now I feel all warm and fuzzy.
BTW- this is my first post.
-cat