I heard that 2 of the happiest days of a man’s life are: The day he buys the boat, and the day he sells it.
I don’t know anything about boats. My girlfriend gets seasick and can’t swim, so getting a boat would just be cruel on my part.
Bobbio, I saw in the paper this weekend that we’re getting a Trader Joe’s down your way. Now we can see what all these things people are that MMPers have been talking about.
Tuppy Stay dry, and kick your boss in the tuckus for me.
And thanks, Taters. I am looking forward to the cleavage pictures.
Taxi, does RPI still have those bizarro mathy cheers for the teams? A friend of mine went there right after high school, and stayed until her got his PhD in Rocket Science, and he told me all about them.
Ow. Sore. If you chop wood and do archery and stuff your arms will hurt. Attacks Husband’s farm is great, even when it’s raining. I didn’t take part in knife throwing (Quasi-Daughter can mostly succesfully drop a throwing knife straight down and have it stick) but I did make fires and chop wood and shoot things. I haven’t used a bow in nearly ten years.
Good time. We watched the frist four episodes of Firefly, too.
I brought that up last week, and the only response I got was from the crickets.
[Rodney Dangerfield]
I don’t get no respect.
[/Rodney Dangerfield]
Rumor has it that between the shipping and VA excise taxes, Two Buck Chuck’s will have to change their name to Three when sold in beautiful Newport News.
I have an appointment to see the Bell Tower House tonight! I’m ridiculously excited. It’s a frickin’ bell tower!!!
Lissla, I used to kick ass at throwing knives. Haven’t done it in years, though. And the fifth episode of Firefly is my personal favorite. 
Not sure… as I said, we try to stay as far from the pep band as physically possible. They cheer somthing, but if we’re lucky, we don’t hear it. So they easily could be, and probably are, doing crazy, geeky math cheers. :rolleyes:
Oh and I forgot to say that I took some pictures of the “visiting kitty” over the weekend. They’re posted on my Photobucket account. This is Sleepy. Unfortunately, I didn’t get any pictures where you can see her adorable checkerboard chin. One side of her upper lip and the opposite side of her lower lip are black and the other sides are tan/orange. It’s very cute. When she’s not being a terror, she really is a cute kitty. And she likes to cuddle more than my Lily, which makes me tend to forgive her for all the trouble she causes. By the time her family comes home around Thanksgiving time, I’m not going to want to send her home!
I thought Two-Buck Chuck already was Three-Buck Chuck outside of California. To me, though, it’s up-chuck. It’s almost good enough to cook with, but as Jeff Smith (The Frugal Gourmet) liked to say, “If you can’t drink it, don’t cook with it!”
But, for $1,99, their merlot or syrah is good enough to marinate with.
No update yet on getting those 1100 pictures sorted out, so I’m waiting to see if there are any decent shots of me from Faire.
Stupidity ensued at the Faire site on Saturday when we were there to take apart our buildings and return the land to its normal bare self. A small box of padlocks and keys got scooped up and loaded into the truck. The lock for the truck was in that box… :smack: Worse, someone’s personal keys were in there. It took about twelve hours for a spare set from home to be delivered. At least the keys and locks will be safe until next August. I don’t know what they used to lock the truck.
It gets better. Probably the same person that mistakenly loaded the locks also grabbed my first aid box. It’s bigger than a kit, but smaller than a paramedic. All of my emergency meds are in there. All of my trauma supplies are in there. CPR stuff is in there. And now, it’s irretrieveably in the truck until next year. I might as well go buy a new first aid box as everything that’s in it is going to be ruined by heat as that parked truck will turn into an oven. Even the band-aids will come apart. I know this as the box of band-aids that was in the truck from last year came out with all of the wrappers dried out and unglued. Where’s a hissy-fit icon when you need one? I left the damn thing out in case anyone got injured, and instead, it was one of the first things packed up. Next year, I’ll have to chain the thing to a tree.
Why can’t you get the stuff for a year? Me no understand.
I have a tip for lazy cookie lovers. Also thwarting the downward pants size project this past weekend was Triple Chocolate Decadence Cookies. This is the refrigerated dough, so no recipe is necessary. They are ridiculously simple. You don’t even have to slice the dough. Just open the overpriced package, break apart 12 cookies, place on cookie sheet and bake for 20 minutes. These suckas are chocolate cookies with chocolate chips AND big slabs of chocolate plastered all over them. They taste pretty damn homemade. Try 'em.
Anybody try my tofu chocolate pudding?? It’s deee-vine, I promise you. Decadent.
And hey–who’s compiling the** MMP Cookbook of Death**, anyway? Er, I mean, Decadence?
It’s on the wrong side of two tons or so of stuff packed into the truck. Actually, it’s a 53-foot box trailer - the back end of a typical semi on the highway. It’s all loose - boxes, bins, roof trusses, walls and whatnot - and packed solid to the roof, so it’s not like we could have a forklift pull out a few pallets, or have someone skinny crawl in on top of stuff to get at it. It took six guys about three hours to load stuff on top of it, so I’d need to find six sympathetic guys willing to work for six hours to unload and re-load the truck.
Besides that, by now, the truck has been picked up and parked for the year. All I know for sure is that it’s in California.
I forgot to mention I got in the pool for what will be the last time this year. It wasn’t so bad once I jumped in. We’re having lows in the 40s and highs in the 60s this week. BRRRR! Course it could be back in the 80s next week. Who knows around here.
I’m sleepy. Don’t know why. Just am.
Puggy you should start screamin’ “They’s a 'cane on the way!” real loud. Just for fun. It’ll liven things up. Really.
Good job on the MMP Sean. I’m proud of ya.
ACBG and I don’t have a clue for costumes for the big party on Saturday. We can’t do “SitCom Dads” again this year cause we just did it last year. I’m just about ready to cut some eye holes in a white sheet and go as a ghost.
For those of us who are fighting the battle of the bulge, rumor has it from another board where I hang out Splenda is now selling a brown sugar replacement, and it’s available at WallyWorld…
Sorry, man I missed it.
What really surprised me is that the story was in Saturday’s Pilot editorial section, instead of a one or two column items in the Business news. I thought that was kind of odd.
I mentioned earler that this weekend is the annual Halloween fish fry, hoe down, hayride and drunken slobs party. That’s the party’s official unofficial name. Fun time! Earlier we had kicked around the idea of bein’ ax murderers. We have masks and fake blood but no toy axes. Can’t find a toy ax anywhere! I do have a couple of ax handles, so I suppose we could just say we bludgeon people to death. Doesn’t seem as much fun as an ax though. Maybe tshirts and old jeans spattered in “blood” will complete the outfits. I wish I were more creative about this stuff. Le sigh.
Variation: you could get a 3’ piece of 2X4 and a fake sheriff’s outfit, and go as Buford Pusser. Added benefit is ACBG might like you in uniform…
Hmmm… might work. I might be able to pull this off using stuff I already have. I have a sheriff lookin’ shirt, boots and my fake sheriff’s badge. What? It’s a souvenir from Old Tucson. Think some khaki’s or dark blue pants would be ok as sheriff pants? We usually have all kinds of 2X4s layin’ around at work.
Where’s Rue, guys? I’m starting to get worried about Rue. 
Nothing much to report. I saw Wallace and Gromit on the weekend (and it was hilarious–five and a half thumbs up!) with one of my girlfriends–it was her belated birthday present (along with the perfume bottle I still have to deliver :o).
We were supposed to have someone else join us, but she called my house at the last minute to say she couldn’t come… while we were standing outside in the cold, pouring rain waiting for her. Waking up sneezing, coughing, feverish, and groggy the next day, not being able to go into work–so very not fun. And she’s done this before! I love her and she’s the sweetest girl ever, but Christ, I could go batty sometimes.
I turned in my paper for Celtic Culture today–an Irish/Welsh-based mythology course, pretty much–in limericks today. Will be frantically taking notes for the Renaissance Europe test on Nov. 8 all week, and hopefully seeing Serenity again this coming weekend.
swampy, get some really strong hair gel and sweep your hair all to one side. Shred up a Teeshirt and some shorts and get a sign that reads "I survived Katrina (crossed out), Rita (crossed out), Wilma. 
Hey, I just might do that for my own Halloween party here at work.
Mr. Anachi says there’s a token tree down up the street from our house and the oaks in our backyard are moving. The ground is really wet and it doesn’t take much wind to drop those durn trees. Gees, the end of November can’t come soon enough.
bobbio, YAY! I can’t tell you how long I been wishing for that.
At this particular moment I suspect he’s at work.
I don’t think he gets enough time to play on the internet in the evenings as we’d like either.
Yeah, it’s that whole “having a family to spend time with” that keeps him away, I suspect.
What EVER!
