Oooo! Good idea! Although, if we don’t get some rain here pretty soon, we’ll have more desert than Arizona. 
Well, goodness gracious! I’ve been unable to get here for awhile and we’re already on page three!
So…
HAPPY BIRTHDAY BUMBA! It sounds like you’ve got a nice lil birthday planned.
My hair…hmm…well I’ve gone from hair that went down past my butt to sorta medium short hair and back and forth throughout the years. Right now it’s just past my shoulders and is a medium golden brown. My hair is thick and straight, but with body (at least according to the stylist). I am in dire need of a haircut right now and need to color my hair again. I stick with the color my hair was before the gray started creeping in.
Bumba, your little bee bbq story cracked me up. I just saw something similar on American Chopper. They had those pesky little bees in their yard too and did the same thing. It was funny.
I’ve never ridden a watermelon, camel or llama. But I have ridden horses and donkeys. The Point Defiance Zoo used to offer elephant rides way back in the day (the 1970s), but I don’t think they do that now. I was GOING to ride the elephant but the line was too long and my mom didn’t want to wait because we someplace else to go that day.
I hurt my toe last night and ruined a perfectly, absolutely pair of cute summer shoes. We were playing a quick game of horse at our friends house and I was HOT, I tell you, HOT! I was on “FAHR”! I was making shot after shot. Then, alas, tragedy struck. My husband and our friend were trying to be very silly and hiked their shorts up almost to the their man boobs. They looked mighty silly. They were strutting around like total dorks. It was my turn to shoot and I was laughing. I made the shot, but for whatever reason my foot stuck to the ground, and I tipped up and over on my toes and just about went smack, face first into the ground. In the process I tore the nail on my second toe and broke the little strap between the first and second toe of my shoes.
They (the shoes) were cute and red. I got lots of compliments on them. My poor widdle toe still hurts and the area under my toe nail hurts too. So now I have to redo the nail polish on my toes because I scraped the polish right off too. A proper girl just doesn’t put on open toed shoes without her nails being polished. :rolleyes: I just hate trying to paint my toe nails, but I’m too cheap to go out and get a pedicure.
Well, the sun is shining, for now. However, rain is supposed to start moving in. Of course, the weekend is here and it just wouldn’t be the Puget Sound Region without incredibly beautiful weekdays (when most of us work) and rainy weekends (when most of us are off) :dubious:
Well, I must run off to take care of some bidness…errands to run, bills to pay, food to buy.
Not proper lady checking in. My toenails are completely nekkid, little jaybirds all in a row they are. I usually do polish them but I’m giving them a rest right now. Which looks weird because each one has a seperate cabana.
My embarrassing hair time was third grade. For whatever reason I decided I was upset with the little widow’s peak I had and the only solution was to cut it off at the scalp. It was about an inch long and stuck straight up through my bangs, which were hardly any longer because my mom always did have trouble getting them straight and would nibble away at the bangs until she was satisfied or gave up the struggle. So there I was on picture day, blond, chubby, be-freckled, with bangs slightly crooked and a short horn like a rhino. I’d also just lost one of my earrings and was very upset so the best I could manage was a strange grimace instead of a smile. You know that picture of George Washington where he’s supposedly not smiling because of bad teeth? There’s an eerie similarity between that and my third grade school picture.
Oh yes, do NOT send your retired camels to us. We have enough trouble with all the ‘snow camels’ we already have. They park their huge RVs in WalMart parking lots, and then spend their whole visit complaining about how camel-chow is cheaper and better back at home. There’s a reason the most popular bumper sticker around here reads “so many snow camels, so little freezer space.”
No Ashes, you can apparently be a “proper lady” with naked toes, but you can’t be a “proper girl” in Taters eyes. I stopped being a girl many years ago, but I’ve been a lady all my life (even when I don’t act lady-like, I’m still a lady–that’s because I’m “quite some dame”).
My toes are naked because they are weird–the middle three are a bit separate from the big and little toes, as if they were trying to form their own little claw. My big toes are perfectly normal, but the others all kind of curl oddly and the little toes have a split nail (as though they each wanted to be two toes and grew a nail for each of them, except right together so it almost looks normal, but then doesn’t). I’m not sure what a pedicurist would do upon seeing my toes, but I don’t intend to give anyone nightmares or chase them from their chosen line of work. I will wear open-toed sandals however, because anyone who would pay that much attention to my sandal-clad feet is either a fashion hard-liner or a fetishist and if it bugs him so much, I’ll let him do what he will to my feet in return for dinner and a movie.
My fingernails, on the other hand (both hands, really) are lovely. Although I do not keep them polished, I buff them on a regular basis so that it looks like I have clear polish on them. they grow long and smooth and are a manacurist’s delight.
I’d walk a mile for a Camel. <cough, cough, phlegm phlegm>
My, oh my! Y’all DID notice the roll-eyes I put after that comment about painting the toenails? Right? Lady or girl, (I guess I’d be a lady), I made that comment because I DARED to go out in open-toed shoes WITHOUT painting the nails. My God, I didn’t hear the end of it. I frankly find the whole painting my nails thing a big pain in the tookus.
I do NOT have lovely finger nails. They just won’t grow correctly. I’ve tried and tried to remedy that situation but nothing works. So, I just trim them down and buff them, that’s all I can do, and that’ll will have to do. I won’t get the fake nails, those just seem require too much care. I don’t have time to go in every two weeks to get them looked after properly. Sheesh, I can’t even keep up with getting my haircut on a regular basis. My last haircut was at the end of February and here we are in June!
Frankly, I don’t spend much time looking at people toes, and am far from being some kind of fashionista. None of it makes any difference to me…well unless your toenails are so long that they are growing right over the top and then under the bottom…that’s just kinda…gross.
Well, Cap’n, my dog, is whining at me. He needs to go outside and do his thing.
True enough, Taters, you did use the roll eyes guy and that should have been acknowledged. You’re offically a lady, maybe even quite a dame. 
Let’s all get together and celebrate the pain in the tookus that fashion is by drinking icy martinis. Or various blended drinks with little umbrellas.
This sounds good to me. While a martini or even a cosmopolitin can be good, I like a kamikaze, straight up. Absolut lemonade is good too!
I am thinking that after I finish my errands for the day, I may just have to stop by the George store (liquor store; affectionately called George because the state has the monopoly on liquor) and round me up some ingredients for a tasty drink or two, or three…
Can I be a “grand dame”? Lady is nice and all, but well, it’s so persnickety sounding, and that’s just not me. “Grand dame”, to me anyway, just sounds like a gracious person, who is comfortable with herself, and doesn’t really care too much about what others think.
Well, better dry my hair and take care of a few things.
I’m thinking beer brats and tater salad tonight…so I better buy some brewskis and onions and the fixin’s for tater salad.
I am so glad to see people who agree that painted toenails are not absolutely necessary when wearing open toed shoes. I’ve seen threads where it’s considered beyond rude - I could care less.
I spend as much time in open-toed shoes as possible - I think they are so cute.
Umm…don’t look at my fingernails. hides behind back Not only are they not polished - they are bit to the quick. runs from anyone who wants to paint that yucky stuff to make me stop biting them
I had a Butterfinger. I am content.
Susan
Oh yes, I very much noticed the goofin’ aroundness, I was just thrilled to point out that I’m no lady. Well, what I mean is that I’m more of a chicky-doll-babe-sweetie-cakes type, rather than the elegant lorgnette-wearing grande-dame Eve-type o’female. Wow, that’s a lot of hy-phens.
This being friday and only four days to go till school’s out, I think a drink will be mixed up at Casa de Ashes, yeppers. I have a rather eclectic assortment of drinks stuff; gin, tonic, sours, amaretto, double chocolate stout, various wines, elderflower water(which I have no idea about, but how could I not buy it?), lemoncello, and peach lambic, but no umbrellas. I don’t know what I can mix up out of all that, but it’ll be interesting.
Did I mention I burned down my balcony last night? Well, I really only had a petite flare up problem with the grill, but it was exciting there for a minute. Then I went inside and somehow caused a pyrex casserole dish to explode. One second it was sitting there, innocently coddling a couple eggs and then wimph! it was gone and there were just shards of pyrex and egg everywhere. I didn’t do nuffin’ to cause the explosion, I swear. It was really cool, like magic it happened so fast.
And fires and explosions are not usual for me. Really.
Oh, believe me I ain’t no “lorgnette” wearing type of dame. I’m all about jeans, khakis, and comfortable shirts and shoes. I’m just talkin’ about the “gracious” aspect of it. You know, the type of people you immediately feel comfortable around because they are just themselves and are warm and happy. That’s all…
Ashes, you have quite the liquor stock there! My goodness, when is the party?
Sure, you SAY the fire thing doesn’t happen to you all the time, but…well, your name IS Ashes, Ashes. I’m just sayin’…
Do you live in a house or an apartment/condo? Because if you live in the latter, you will no longer be BBQing up on your balcony. I just read an article in the paper that states as of 1 July or something like that, this will no longer be allowed, nationally. The only option states, cities and counties have is to be even stricter about the new safety/fire codes.
I am glad to hear you weren’t hurt in either of your little incidents. That damn pyrex can be dangerous. I’ve never had an exploding dish before, but have heard about it happening.
I don’t have any drink umbrellas or even fancy drink glasses. I DO have wine glasses, that’s about it. If you want an adult alcoholic beverage at my home you’ll just have to be happy with my regular glasses. So there… 
(Swampy style)
Ashes [sup]2[/sup] made a FWOOSH
I was just thinking, if Ex has read any of this girly stuff about painting toe nails and finger nails and open toed sandals and drinks with little umbrellas in em he’s probably gouging his eyes out right now.
I feel kinda bad. I feel like I should throw in something manly for him. Alas, I have done no manly deeds today. Unless you count watching the real woofy burly HVAC guy putting in the new HVAC unit. I did unlock the door to the mechanical room for him but I don’t think that would count.
I’m making a beer run to Warehouse Liquors after work. That’s kinda manly. Maybe Ex will like that.
Why in hell do you suppose I haven’t posted anything since Wednesday?
You were perfectly welcome to add to the camel discussion. There’s nothin’ inherently girly in camels.
So there.
Oh, that’s me, too. I’m no girly-girl, either. I’m more like Amy Wynn from Trading Spaces. I’d be happy cracking open a beer and proppng my sneakered feet up on your coffee table.
I have nothing to add regarding camels, and I know I’ve said it before, but I have fine, straight, no pizazz hair, but the color is nice. For all my 50 years, I have no gray yet - good clean living pays off!
And I must share - our house inspection was yesterday, and it was excellent. One minor item that the owners have agreed to fix. Oh, and there’s a bat in the attic. He’s got to go (or she - I didn’t see him/her) but I do want to build and install some bat houses in the woods.
Oh, and the owners want to take the chandelier from the dining room, which is fine with us, since we were going to get rid of it, but now we won’t be able to share it at UglyFest. On the other hand, they’re leaving us a queen size bed, so we will have a guest bed! Yay! FairyChatEstates will have space for company!
Happy Friday all! 
:: snickers ::
FCM has bats in her belfry!!
All this talk of hair this week, and ain’t it a coincidence that I just got myself a digital camera yesterday? So I’ve been posting pictures of myself (JUST MY FACE YOU PERVS) in my LJ. So now YOU can see what MY hair looks like.
This one gives you an okay feel for my hair, but I look very stern. Lest you think I’m a humorless biddy, I sorta crack a smile in this one but the hair isn’t as noticeable.
Okay, I admit it, I just wanted to link to my new pictures TAKEN BY MY NEW CAMERA THAT I AM SO EXCITED ABOUT!!!
If you put a Pyrex dish (or any glass dish thing, except, I think, that Visions cookware, but maybe not) right on an electric burner (which doesn’t really burn, but there you go) and turn it on to make whatever you have in the Pyrex (or other glass-based cookware) hot, it (the Pyrex) will freaking EXPLODE! You really want to use a trivet. Then you’re Jake.
Jake Trivet, Private Eye.
Poor Ex, I just didn’t have any “manly” stuff to add to the thread.
Well, I didn’t make it to the George store, but I did stop and purchase some beer. I bought some Bud so I could simmer my beer brats in it, and then I purchased two 24 ounce bottles of imported St. Pauli Girl and one 24 ounce bottle of Beck’s Dark. I like dark beer, hubby doesn’t…go figure.
Well, I would add something about how it’s NOT fair that SOME people don’t get gray hair, and others do at a rather early age, but that would be girly and I don’t want Ex to gouge his eyes out or anything.
Well, I need to start boiling the taters and eggs for the tater salad and then I NEED, NEED, NEED to plant the flowers I bought all those weeks ago. Frankly, although they’re not dead yet, they’re looking downright sad. I’m not sure they’re gonna make it.
So I thought that a trivet was what you put a hot casserole on so it wouldn’t burn the table and the metal plate thingy that goes on top of an electric burner was called a heat diffuser. I’ve got one of those diffusers for when I use my ceramic tagine on top of the stove.
Or perhaps I’m being pedantic again. It’s been known to happen on fridays.
I got my first Netflix DVDs yesterday so I had a little film festival last night after work. A little salsa, some chips, a Kickapoo Joy Juice, and Finding Nemo. It was a good night. The little kittens found the moving boring so they just slept in a furry lap-heap. Speaking of which, only 11 more days to decide you want to drive down to Lexington to adopt a cutie-pie. They have to go back to the shelter for neutralization or some such on June 15th. Sigh. I’ll miss the little fuzzballs.
And lastly, I got new prescription glasses today which make everything look a bit funny.
Except this post.
Roger, over and out.
NEWS FLASH!!! Right after my last post, my sweetie came in and said “Do you have your shoes on?” Then he told me we had a full-price offer on our land!! Almost twice what we paid for it 2 years ago. YAY! It’s contingent on the builder getting permits, but barring something unforeseen, we’ve sold our lot! YAY!
happy dance