welby that sounds like fun. I’m not much of a fisherperson but I do loves me some salmon and Seattle is tres cool. I know y’all are goin’ fishin’ and all, but, should you find yourself ready to do sump’n different, I suggest going down to Pioneer Square to Doc Maynard’s and purchasing a ticket for the Underground Seattle tour. It’s a hoot! Plus, good beer at Doc Maynard’s. picu and Taters can tell you all about that.
LiLi yay on the bed fixin’ and pit cussin’. If you really want to feel like an adult, try cussin’ while sippin’ on a martini.
Tel appropriate appendages are crossed for you gettin’ to take the civil service exam Saturday.
gt have fun seeing what a bunch of old decrepit farts your classmates have turned into while you don’t look a day older.
You still don’t eat all your broccoli, and you call that room claen? Hmmm…Do YOU??
What happened to me?
Ok, this time last year I was in the midst of having a house built, packing another one to move out of, dealing with banks, lawyers, AND doing all this beginning of the school year stuff, and I don’t remember being THIS crazy.
Ok, 8:30, 11:00 AM, and 2:00 PM meetings today. Don’t look for me.
I’m up, getting some last minute items done, including my couple of work e-mails.
I’ve been looking at my hgh school yearbook a lot, swampy, and am having a really hard time picturing anyone at 47/48. I’m sure it will be interesting.
Yawn. Today I do laundry, tidy, and sweep, vacuum, and mop. Oh, I think Mr. Lissar and I are going on a date to the museum or something tonight. Alone. This is thrilling.
I’m being wined (ok more like beered) and dined tonight! ACBG is taking me to Longhorn Steaks. Not my favorite steak place, but there’s a coupon involved and well, we’re both cheap bastiges, so even being wined (beered) and dined is done at a discount. Still, it’s nice to be taken out. Makes me feel special. Heck, I even feel special when I don’t have to pay for it at Waffle House. Maybe I shouldn’t be such a cheap date. Specially since we all know that’s one of FCM’s fortes.
We are up to our hineys in boxes and wiiiiiirrrrrreeeeee haaaaaannnnnnggggggeeeeeerrrrrrssssss at work today. It’s all busy, busy out in the shop. I actually felt like I was in the way, so I stepped out to do some other stuff for a bit. No worries. They will holler if they need me.
I think I am going to work in “I’ll be dipped in buttered grits” sometime today. Oh and speaking of swampy-speak, I had a little cocktail of bourbon and branch water last night, which made me think of you. Didn’t you mention it at some point? Anyway, my hub hadn’t heard that particular phrase, although he supposedly was a bartender at one point. Actually what he says he was was a “beertender” since the place only served beer.
Anyway … who here loves fried banana peppers? I fried up a MESS of 'em the other night and boy were they good! This is from someone who never fries. The coupla times I tried chicken were disasters. But this? Fantatic. I also had some zucchini, so I fried that up, too. Excellent. The batter had baking powder it it, also some lemon and oil; I don’t know if that made the difference or what. But we scarfed on fried, baby!
Last night was equally yummy. Have I mentioned I get a basket of fresh vegetables each week from my friend, who’s operating a co-op this summer? Last night I made rosemary chicken breast in the George, along with sauteed summer squash and zucchini with onion, HOMEMADE (by me) salsa with those yummy lime tortilla chips, and sliced tomatoes. It was almost as good as the night before, when we had corn on the cob. I wish summer would never end! Although earlier this season, I ate enough kale to sink a battleship, I think.
Did anyone notice the Chrysler 300 in the picture of Cherry Boy? He loves that thing. Now, Daddy has purchased him a similar Hummer. Gah. That thing weighs 10 pounds. My sister-in-law calls it his automotive babydoll. He sleeps with it!
I definitely declare today a wash. Let’s all go home. I’m done. Somebody just handed me four days’ worth of work.
Of course, my usual work takes approximately two hours per day, so it’s not like I’m not going to finish it.
One week until vacation. I thought I should remind you all of that. Of course, I’ll be vacationing with a laptop in a city full of wireless-connected coffee shops, so you won’t be deprived of my glowing presence.
But I don’t know how coherent I’ll be.
Last night, Roomie and I sat down and watched the first half of the complete series of Undeclared, and I fully intend to finish watching it tonight. An absolute must for anybody who ever lived in a freshman dorm. Or any dorm, really, but especially freshman year.
EC the most correct form of the phrase is “I’ll be dipped in hot buttered grits”, but I usually leave out the hot, cause I figure that’s a given. Bourbon and branch water is a Texas drink. It’s pretty good IMO. Now, that abomination known as the Mint Julep should just be outlawed. It should be a felony to mess up perfectly good bourbon like that. Ya know, I sure have used the word abomination a lot this week.
<snip> But we scarfed on fried, baby! <snip>
That’s especially good with hot sauce.
If’n you’re feelin’ up to fryin’ up a mess o’ sump’n, try my version of fried okra. It’s okra, banana pepper, green tomato and onion. Take a bunch of okra, a couple banana peppers (seeded, or not), a medium size green mater and a smallish onion and chop 'em all up. I coat it all in flour with a little salt and pepper added. Then, I fry it up in small batches. Put just enough vegetable oil to cover the bottom of your skillet, let it get hot, fry up a small batch, wash, rinse, repeat til you get it all fried. It’s the best dang fried okra in the world!
Ignoring the logical contradiction, “dickless bunny fucker” is a great zinger to lay on someone you really don’t like. Way to go Li-Li!
Now, I have to tell you all I’m going to Cape Cod next week. I don’t know if I’ll have 'net access, and I won’t know until I get there. raises a glass of champagne Here’s hoping you won’t have to miss my sparkling wit for a week. Oh, and speaking of my sparkling wit, here’s the last pun for the week. It’s inspired by the play I saw last night: Jewtopia. Absolutely frikkin hilarious, especially for a nice Jewish boy like me. So no one is allowed to be offended at this joke.
Hi guys! I have missed you. I’ve basically skimmed, so I’m sure I’m not entirely caught up and have missed some things.
At any rate; that’s very good news about the PT FCM.
welby, wave hello to me when you land. Are you fishing in Vancouver B.C, or Vancouver, WA? If it’s Vancouver, WA you can wave to me as you’re driving south on I-5. Good luck with the fishing.
I have a friend that is currently halibut fishing in, um, Canada, I think. He’s going to store it in our freezer, so we are giving him a house key for easy access to his fish. Of course, the price of admission is some of his halibut.
I’m so very swamped at work. The new boss is piling it on. He’s coming up with all sorts of questions and issues he wants researched. I told him I want to be busy, but NOT overwhelmed. I’m going to ask him to take a step back, or at least tell me which of his projects is priority. Geeze.
Arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, I’m running late as usual. Should still have lots of time to get there before dinner (and my hotel is right near the restaurant, so it’s not like that’s gonna slow me down), but I REALLY wanted to be out of here by 10:30. Well, let’s hope I’m done watering plants outside by 12:00.
And then, really, I’ll be on the road…
Don’t kow if I’ll be able to check in before Sunday…
I’m so glad you’re all proud of me. The logical contradiction doesn’t bother me- it’s the Pit. Most of the insults don’t make sense.
Mr. Lissar just called to say he’s having a lousy day at work, so we might stay home and watch movies. I think I’ll walk to the liqour store and get him a bunch of hard cider. Proper hard cider- none of this vodka and apple juice crap. Still have to sweep/vacuum/mop, too. Ahh, excitement.
I actually have things to do thins weekend - which means I will not be able to spend 48 hours in my soft, comfy, kitten covered nightshirt. I have a salon appointment in the morning, then a realtor is coming in the afternoon to look at the apartment so I can rent it. (is it kosher to have more than one realtor scouting tenants?) On Sunday there’s a brunch - the restaurant isn’t great, but the company is; then a quartet rehearsal
And don’t forget to set your TiVos, DVRs, VHSs, for 10pm (EST) Comedy Central - “Fried Kirk” - They’re roasting William Shatner
