eleanor - it’s the scientific name for the honey badger. And as for Femme Melli, she’s the adventurous sort, so she’s taking it all in her stride. By the way, we ain’t married, we believe in separate caves. 
Snake-free caves, of course.
And as for the piracy story, kudos to the ship’s captain. Apparently he rammed one of the boats and sped off.
It may not be TMI but Melli or should we just call you Badger since you know you shall be nicknamed, is definitely off and running for the most oogy post of the week. :eek: Puff adder in a cupboard (cabinet)! :eek:
See Sean, that is exactly why I do NOT do gar(b)age sales. They are just a royal pain in the arse. I mean, come on ! Haggling over 50 cent items is just ridiculous. I just give my stuff away, either to the Women’s shelter, Goodwill, or the Salvation Army.
Nice job on the OP CD.
I need to get to work, too much to do , not nearly enough time.
Good Monday, everyone! Great MMP, chaoticbear!
I spent 4.5 hour yesterday pressure washing rocks for a retaining wall. Did you know some rocks will come apart if you squirt them with a pressure washer?
My back hurts. I not only had to wash the rocks, I had to get them out of the riverbed and push them up the hill in a wheelbarrow. Did I mention my back hurts?
The Snakes did not win Saturday, but it sounds like they played the best game so far this season. Tied it up in the third period, but lost in overtime. Crap. Something like 90+ penalty minutes for each team - I don’t think our guys get along with Huntsville very well, and their goalie putting one of our guys in a headlock didn’t help. Sounded interesting on the internet feed. Almost wish I had gone, but I’d rather save the money for the jersey auction on the 19th.
I got my vet to donate a gift certificate for vaccinations to the Booster Club for the Christmas basket raffle. Yah me!!
I want a studly swimmer in my laundry room. All that’s in there now is dirty clothes.
swampy, I’m cool with that…hehehehehe…and just to add fuel to the fire, I’ve just been emailed by a friend looking for the name of our snake course instructor. Apparently her colleague has a rinkhals in the house, and wants it removed without killing it.
WT*? What’s up with the universe?
And you can google your own “rinkhals”. No sirree, I ain’t doin’ it, I’ve had enough visuals of slithery things to last me a lifetime.
I would not object to swimmers in any part of my home, only not redheaded ones, because I’m redheaded, and it’s just not cool when everyone you pass assumes your boyfriend is your brother. nod But good job, donkeybear.
Alas, there was no Throwing of Things from the Balcony on Saturday, mostly just because I was feeling lazy and decided not to do it. I thought that was a good enough reason. Saturday night, my two vegan friends announced that they were scaling it back to vegetarian because they missed cheese too much, so we took them out to the diner for pancakes in dairy-filled celebration. They were probably sick on Sunday.
Sunday afternoon, I went to a National Novel Writing Month write-in at a coffee shop in the next town and met some cool people and had a lo-ho-hot of coffee. Then I went home, watched half of Episode III without paying attention to a damn bit of it while I wrote some more, discovered that the last thousand words I’d gotten through had somehow gotten a little … steamy (meaning I’ve written something else my mother can never be allowed to read)… and then went to bed only to learn that I’d had too much caffeine and I should have taken that sleeping pill when I had the chance, but alas, I got back out of bed at midnight, wrote for another half an hour, watched up to just before the fit hit the shan in Episode III, then decided to go back to bed, only to lie there for another three hours, wishing I were dead because I was so tired and couldn’t sleep.
And that’s My Weekend, by Drae.
Indeed.
<puts on pissy bitch face and wags finger>
OK-there are way too many mentions of snakes on the SDMB at present–there was even another thread where there were linked pics! <shudders at thought>
NO!
Look: I know snakes are all a part of God’s world and plan, OK? I know that they provide a valuable service in the eating of vermin. I respect their position and place in the world.
I just don’t want to think about them, hear about them, know about them, learn about them.
Get it?
Got it?
Good.
And now, back to the thread!
<<backs away slowly>>
Swimmer in the laundry room?..Nope. Snake in the cupboard?..Nope. Red head? Nope, nada, zip.
My weekend was very nice. The weather was lovely. I made some truly noteworthy beef stew on Saturday and hot meatball sammiches last night.
Yesterday afternoon I went shopping and bought me my Thanksgiving outfit. (Gotta be stylin don’tcha know.) I also bought a wooden drawer organizer for alla my kitchen utensils and the cutest little stainless steel colander what has little pineapples cut out for the drain holes. Too adorable for words.
swampy dear, see, Depends gotta be waterproof, cause, well, cause old folks don’t like wet pants. Ya see?
Good job, donkeybear!
Tupug
Thanks for all the compliments guys, and if you need any extra swimmers stationed in your laundry room, you might be able to recruit them. I won’t mind too much, because they’re usually little and lanky. (keep your hands away from my baseball team!)
To commemorate the super gay MMP, I wore a navy T-shirt and olive shorts. I lthink that they look horrible together, but everyone tells me that olive matches eeeeverything, so I’m going to go with it.
To whoever asked (don’t want to go research it now), Waffle House is going OK. I don’t get tipped until tomorrow, when my training ends. So you should all have a gigantic DopeFest in Arkadelphia tomorrow, and just order pie or something, and leave million dollar bills on the table. I’ll be expecting you.
You know that yours and ACBG’s activities are never TMI, at least for me. If you’d like, you can chronicle them in a daily email to me if you’d like.
Awww. I was just letting off some steam.
But the thought of snakes and people sharing living spaces ooks me out no end.
Be gentle with me, Mellivora.
cb --and were those olive shorts tight and short shorts? Uh-huh…mmmm.
I rollerblade outside. There’re lots of nice parks and paths around here. Half of the fun is being outside in the nice weather. When we have nice weather, that is.
There are roller rinks around here, but I’m not sure if all of them let you use rollerblades there or if you have to use rollerskates. I don’t go because I just don’t see the appeal of going round and round in a circle.
I like snakes! Not snakes in a cupboard, but snakes outside, where they belong, slithering along, are fun to see. But <insert country-girl drawl> I grew up in rooooo~ul Kaintucky y’all and we got used to all kinds o’ critters out where I was from. Plus I like animals in general, though I wouldn’t be very interested in Rue’s pus-squirting job.
Aren’t ya just wonderin WHAT’S gonna come popping out of a doggy lump this week? :eek:
I’ve been missing from the MMP lately, ‘cause nuthin’ special has happened lately. I dont like snakes anywhere! In our house, the only good snake is a dead snake!
The only thing better than a redhead, is a redhead with curly hair! Rowr! If a see a little kid with curly, red hair, they get their hair tousled. I can’t resist.
Sean F., I have had many garbage sales and many people try to get stuff for practically nothing. One lady wanted to give me a quarter for a small boombox that was priced a dollar!
The weirdest thing I ever sold at a garage sale was a dirty cup! We had a small house behind our house, and we had the sale there. My hubby brought a soda to drink while we set up. When he finished his drink, he set it on the windowsill until one of us went back to our house.
We had several plastic cups like you get from fast food places, and convenience stores, at the sale. A lady bought all of those, saw the dirty one, and said, " Can I buy that one too?"
We told her that she didn’t want that one, it was dirty, etc. She was determined to buy it, so I said, “Let me take it outside and rinse it out with the hose.” She wouldn’t hear of it, paid her money, and left with her dirty cup!
That’s when I learned that people will buy anything!
Sneezy
P.S. Please no food topics, I have, ahem, gastric distress today. I have developed a fondness for white porcelain.
Okay, a question as to the OP’s name: I see the username is Chaotic Bear. I see people referring to him as Donkey Bear, Chaotic Bear and Chaotic Donkey. I am now thouroughly confuserized.
eleanor -
taxi - agreed, fresh air is best. I don’t have rollerblades, but Femme Melli’s son has “heelies”, and they were all the rage until they got banned from our shopping malls.
Anyways, I’m outta here, catch up tomorrow.
No snakes, swimmers or red hair either, but busy weekend regardless.
On Saturday, we made a movie. Yes. One of *those * movies, or at least one vignette that will be bolted to similar ones and packaged on one DVD and sold at that shop on the other side of town across the tracks and next to the truck stop.
There’s probably close to two hours of raw footage that someone will edit into a cohesive and hopefully appealing 15-minute story. At least with these productions, you don’t generally have someone looking puzzled and saying “Line?”
Main event on Sunday was prowling the aisles at Home Depot looking for ideas in floor tile and paint. Actually, we already had the paint ideas, thanks to one of those “master palette” things that’s the size of a brick and contains a few thousand paint chips. I think the paint people are at a limit now - there’s so many named colors that are one drop of umber per gallon away from another named color, so tiny errors in mixing will change Poison Pen into Katana or Afternoon Lily or Hiking Trail. And who comes up with these names, anyway? Whatever happened to “light blue” or “tan?”
Uh-oh, that’s it. You, along with every other person who touched me without permission because I had the kee-youtest red curls at a child, are now my sworn enemy.
Well, I might not go that far, but you might be surprised to find out what redheaded children really think of people who make a fuss. Grownups think it’s sweet and cute and special–other kids in your first grade class think you’re a freak. When I was nineteen, I dyed my hair black. When my grandmother (who had married a redheaded man and ended up with only one redheaded descendant, much to her chagrin) wrung her hands and gnashed her teeth and asked me why I did it (all the while implying that I’d never forgive myself if she died and the last time she saw me was with hair a color God had never intended it to be), my response was simple. “Gram, if you’d had strangers coming up to you and tugging your hair and saying oh how sweet and making an unholy fuss about you for your whole life, you might like a couple months of anonymity, too.”
She was unimpressed.
Eleanor, don’t look now, but *Snakes on a Plane!!!*