No one’s mentioned any NYE or NYDay food yet so I’ll take the lead: I tried a new recipe for meatballs and they came out *really *good. They were regular meatballs but in a cranberry sauce. Everyone who had them said very yummy.
I’m in no position to offer advice on the others (as I consider them personality quirks rather than vices); but I do have a flossing suggestion. Get yourself one of the REACH Access flossers. They really do making flossing easier.
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You swine! Velvet clearly said that s/he wanted to rid her/himself of floss, and you pile on.
Velvet, are you a dude or a babe?
Humph! Anybody who’s current on the MMP knows that flamethrowers are for creme brulee. For people I carry a taser, much more concealable and all, and not nearly as noisy as grenades.
Swampy, iffen you slept on your needlepointed resolution pillow, then you’d have your resolution(s) imprinted on your face. Only they’d be backwards. But you could read them in the mirror. If you wanted to. But *we’d * have to turn you upside down, no around, no…nevermind.
I will never be the first to post to the MMP. ‘Cause when it’s 8 am in Ruevill, it’s 5 am here in Soggy Bottom, an’ I ain’t gonna get up that early unless somebody’s paying me, or it’s Sturgeon season. I’m just sayin’.
So, Puggy, how much does you garage door weigh?
Just what does one do with a Masters in Medievil Studies? I’m not being sarcastic, I’m just curious.
Yeah, when your system gets full of floss, you get these ginormous hair balls. So embarassing.
That’s all I got. Alla you people who haven’t checked in yet, hurry up, so we’ll know you didn’t get killed on NYE, or where to go to post your bail, or whatever.
It’s 32 degrees (farenheit ) here even as I type. Just thought you’d like to know.
If you win the dream house Taters can we come visit you? Will there be creme brulee?
I didn’t make any resolutions. They’re too hard to keep track of, what with all the other stuff cluttering up my mind.
Now that’s really all I got.
Bumbazine - all cluttery
Bob, go ahead and start flirting, because I do believe she’s a gal.
I didn’t make any resolutions, really. But I am determined[sub]see? not resolved![/sub]to remove 7.2 pounds that somehow found their way onto me in the past few months. But it has nothing to do with the fact that it’s January. It just has to do with the fact that I realized they were there.
I would love to have a flamethrower too, but hell, I’d settle for a leafblower just so I could disperse stuff I don’t want to deal with. And then maybe the noise might drive away the people that bug me.
Boyfriend is back in town. The airport was a madhouse. But I am happy. And tired this morning.
::: scribbles notes furiously :::
So what are you going to get me for my birthday if I get you a flamethrower for yours??
I just noticed that little flower in the corner that says you can reach me by ICQ, only I’ve never gotten it to work. So if anybody has ever tried to reach me. I’m sorry, but I don’t know about it.
Maybe I should make a resolution.
Flirting will come later. Right now, I’ll settle for getting the gender correct.
7.2 pounds? For me that’s lunch. So why are you posting here? Not that we aren’t honored an’ all, but don’t you have better things to do?
I sense a possible solution here.
Flamethrower eh? Yeah, that’s pretty much the one critical thing my ski outfit is missing. Let’s see those pesky snowboarders cut in front of me again when I’m packin’ 5000 BTUs down the slope. “Hey Deke, I burning your Burton.”
Lift line a little too lengthy? Flame on! Your nine dollar burger a little cold? Flame on! Ride up the slope too brisk? Flame on! Your group wants to night ski? Flame on!
Yeah baby, I’ll give those people on the chairs something to watch as they’re heading up to the top.
What’s MMP?
Stage Manager, being clueless again
Monday Morning Post.
Rue, if you didn’t have a flamethrower, I would gladly chip in to buy you one.
Even if just to avoid being turned into a smoking lump of charcoal.
Recipe, please.
bumba, Mr. Anachi never did figure out the weight of the door. After the scale murder, he gave up and winged it.
Exgineer, Although a leafblower is not a flamethrower, it can be used to fan the flames of a big roasting fire. So it’s not totally useless. Hope that helped.
I lived through New Year’s Eve by not going out after dark. The Elf and I stayed home and entertained our friend and her husband by cooking a really nice dinner for her for her birthday (scallops, shrimp, bacon, shitake mushrooms and scallions with fettucine alfredo). There was wine and a completely decadent chocolate mousse dessert, too. It was real nice. I barely stayed awake through all the war-zone fireworks going off outside at midnight. Then we all went to bed.
Happy New Year all!
That depends. What do you want? I think I could just about finance a cheese sandwich at this point.
Or maybe a pair of those goldfish-containing platform shoes like swampy has.
Send me your email address and I’ll email you the recipe (after I get home tonight because I don’t quite remember it). Same for anyone else who wants the recipe. My email’s taxi78cab@yahoo.com. I can’t remember whether it’s in my profile or not… just easier to retype it.
I just don’t think I have what it takes to pull those off.
Where would this cheese sammich be served?
Bumba, y’all could come and visit and I’d even have creme brulee too. I’d even buy little mini-flame torches so you could brulee the creme yourselves and play with fire. However, you’d all have to do that outside please, near the water. I could just see the flame wars between between Rue, Ex, and Bob . Swampy would have to be the moderator, but it might prove difficult for him if he’s trying to run down one of the other boys and he’s wearing those goldfish shoes. (Man, I just gotta see a picture of this outfit! Where’s the pic?)
I had a very nice New Year’s Eve, with plenty of appetizers (sweet & sour meatballs, cheese, crackers, summer sausage, chips, dips, and I forget what else), friends and drinks. We played music, played 99, and brought in the New Year together. The rest of my weekend was absolutely relaxed. I didn’t accomplish a DAMN thing and now I feel somewhat guilty.
Well, I need to go shopping for birthday presents now.
Ta-dah! I am here! My new year is going fairly well and I’m sure it’s because I had black eyed peas and cornbread. They were extremely yummy because I’m finally getting the hang of cooking them just right. Plus, my cornbread was from the Cook’s Illustrated article and they make pretty good north/south compromise cornbread.
But Puggy why did he have to weigh the garage doors? Did I miss that part? Also, my cat likes to sit on the bathroom scale every morning while I get ready (which is better than what she used to do which was try to eat my face powder brush and smear blush on her nose). She weighs ten pounds exactly, which is what I’d like to lose. Scout, you can’t possibly need to lose that much. I’ve seen you and you’re petite enough to fit in my pocket with room left over for a sammich.
No flamethrowers! I don’t like big burny things (which made glassblowing sooo much fun) because you can get hurt that way, burn off very important parts, set the house on fire, and generally make me nervous. Even more nervous than leaving a glass in the sink.