Puggy I did not buy me an outdoor cooker. ACBG bought me an outdoor cooker and I bought him one. See, I have the one he bought for me and he has the one I bought for him. So, while I bought an outdoor cooker, I didn’t buy it for me. I bought it for him. He has never used an outdoor cooker in his life. He seemed really excited over the idea though, so maybe soon I’ll go over to his place for some outdoor cooked food. But, swampy, you say, you already had an outdoor cooker, why did you want another. Well, I say, because this is a super duper outdoor cooker! And, since I am ever so generous, I’m giving the old one to a friend who is outdoor cookerless. I like helping out the less fortunate.
Bumba you say you wrote that over 30 years ago. 30 years ago I was 20 years old, so we now know I was less than 20 when you wrote it. So, I coulda been anywheres from a mere infant to a 19 year old sophomore in college. Ain’t that a kick!
Apparently, this was my Weekend of Stupidity. My BF was in town for the weekend. (I’m not sure I’ve admitted to having a BF yet, but since we’ve been “seeing” each other - as much as a person in NY can see a person in NC - for 2 1/2 years, I guess I have to call him my BF.) Yesterday, I took him to meet his parents who live about an hour from me. They brought me a birthday present (b-day’s tomorrow) and a xmas present. As I drove away, I thought, I should have gotten them something. Um… something like the cross-stitch xmas thingy I spent hours making especially for them?? The cross-stitch xmas thingy that I then wrapped and put under my xmas tree?? :smack:
Then this morning I had to visit a state office, the kind where you need ID. In the cold that everyone’s been talking about, I parked my car and walked a LONG way to the building. Only to get to the door, see the sign about security - which I knew about - and have to trudge all the way back to my car to get my purse and the drivers’ license that is in it. Double :smack:
However, other than that the weekend with the BF was very good. I’d made lasagna last weekend and had put it in the freezer so all I had to do this weekend was put it in the oven and have BF’s favorite meal all ready for him. Plus, months ago I’d won a weekend stay at one of the really nice hotels in Albany. This was our first chance to take advantage of that, and the hotel was all decorated for xmas so it was really nice.
Merry Christmas (and happy non-xmas holidays) to all and to all a good… Tuesday.
Ms. B: Just where the hell do you think you’re going?
B: Well, it is November 3rd, and it takes six weeks to get to Nazareth this time of year, what with the traffic…
Ms. B: Oh no ya don’t, camel breath. Not again this year, with my mother coming for the holidays. I’m sick of this annual pilgrammage to visit this brat, when nobody’s shown me he’s god or anything else, for that matter.
B: C’mon shug, you know I’m expected at the reunion. All the guys are going to be there and everyone is bringing presents again this year.
Ms. B: You’re NOT taking any more of my jewelry! Goddamn it, you gave away grandma’s brooch last year! Forget it, you are NOT ruining another solstice holiday!
B: But babycakes…
Ms. B: Don’t you “babycakes” me. You’re not fooling anyone with this ‘son of god’ bullshit. It’s that Melchior that puts you up to this every year, so you two can go visit the whores of Babylon. Well, you need to make a choice, mister: me and the twelve kids, or your annual debauchery. Well?
Bumba’s story reminded me of one by Arthur C. Clarke–I think it’s called The Star. In the far furture an expedition from Earth makes a startling discovery about the star that appeared in the sky at the time of Jesus’ birth. Of course, Bumba’s story is better–who even remembers Clarke these days?
Merry Midwinter, one and all. I should have reminded you to keep a candle lit last night, but the universe is a forgiving place, light one tonight and help entice the sun to return.
I should have done it, but I didn’t. Oddly, though, I woke up in the middle of the night absolutely sure that I had left candles burning in the living room. Of course I hadn’t, The Elf had put them out, but I was so convinced that I had to get out of bed and make sure.
I did burn a candle at my desk today, and I will burn one all night tonight, too, in a nice, safe lantern style holder. My friends actually stayed up all night last night to greet the sun when he came up this morning. They do it every year. I did it a couple of times, but really, I prefer sleeping. I do see the sunrise every morning on my drive to work, though, and it was especially pretty today.
So I’m not the only one who started thinking: *So if A fits into B, and C is similar to B, A may fit into C, and then D could . . . . Wait, wait, let’s think about this . . . * :eek:
D could either be having the time of its life <snerk> In Bed or be oogied out even beyond VunderBob’s wildest expectations of being oogied out.
-swampbear (I keep bringing up VunderBob’s name hoping he does a vanity search)
So nobody bother shopping in San Diego, I bought it all. Crikey it’s tough shopping for boys. My cousins live like animals in what I believe is an abandoned cable spool, so it’s not like they could use coasters or anything. But I managed because it’s moi and moi can shop, baby.
Except for flannel shirts. I just couldn’t do it. They’re all so very very ugly and sloppy looking. Damn you Seattle! I remember my dad had beautiful flannel shirts, heavy and soft as chamois. But could I find one of those lovelies? No! No I could not. Just nasty thin beige on beige, nap like scum, dreck. Or over-priced pocket-infested monsters. And certainly nothing a girl would like. So my poor mother will just have to sit in a corner and shiver.
Ooooh! Oooooh! What are y’all gonna have for your calendars this year? Mine is going to be Mark Rothko and all of his scary artsy stuff. I know one girl won’t be getting the new Mary Kate and Ashley calendar, because according to their cell-phoning dad; “they’re just not the same little girls anymore”.
You’ve inspired me to make shortbread. But I will not frost it. Say Swampy, please explain to me. There’s angelpants and then now we have sugarpants? And how does this fit in with the buttless chaps?
You put the “b” in “subtle hint” there Scout. Happy birthday anyway. You too Taxi.
I was afraid the sun wasn’t going to come up today. Or at least I wasn’t going to be able to see it. There’s a huge storm system heading right for me. At least according to the local weather guys. Up to a million inches of blowing white death, so I should stay tuned all day and they’ll let me know when I’m safe. (Snow tally thus far: nada.) And here I was going to go get my hair cut this afternoon. So much for that plan.
But swampy, are ya shur ya got the one ACBG bought for you? How do ya know the boxes didn’t get mixed up like on the ride home from the outdoor cooker outlet mall? Did you write a big ACBG on the outside of his box? Just wonderin’ is all.
Happy, happy, birthday, BAAAAAAAAABY! To Scout and Taxi. That hadda be a pain when you were a kid and yer birfday was just days before xmas.
So the departmental luncheon yesterday was quite lovely and department head boss gifted me with a Borders gift certificate and some Pug Shots writin’ papers. People allas give me puggy stuffy. I never hasta buy my own. We had lots of good eats, specially the beef roast and the mashed taters wif real good gravy.
After the luncheon I did some xmas shoppin and then went home bleary-eyed and leaden footed. Not a good condition to be in. I think I’m done xmas shoppin’ now. Cept for the foody stuffs I still have to get for xmas dinner. But at least I can get alla that at the supermarket what has nicely sent me some $5.00 off coupons which I will bully them inta lettin’ me use all at once cause I shops there alla time and they better or I’ll start goin’ to Publix.
Today I gotta clean the fridge, the oven, the french doors, and whatever elset I see needs to pass the white glove test. At least it’s warmed up some, so cleaning the french doors on the outside won’t give me frostbite. Well, better gitter done.
Thanks everyone for the birthday greetings! It’s my first birthday stuck at work. But that’s ok. At least I like my job so it’s not a bad place to be today. And someone brought in cake.
Happy birthday scout! Do you seem to meet an inordinate number of people who share your (our) birthday? I always seem to find people born today. It’s just a good birthdate, isn’t it?
I think I also remember seeing that Hunter Hawk’s birthday is today too. So happy birthday Hunter Hawk (assuming I’m remembering correctly)!
You are contemplative and
But that’s ok. At least I like my job so it’s not a bad place to be today. And someone brought in cake.