The had Mom’s arm over her head because she was on her side so they could make an incision across her ribcage. Then they kind of push the ribs apart of approach the lungs from that angle.
I wonder if mom will want to watch a video of lung surgery? When she had open heart surgery, we couldn’t keep her away from the Discovery channel and the operation shows. She swears she’d even watch her own surgery if they had videoed it. Now that’s a bit too much for me.
I want rich chocolate torte with coffee ice cream, a swirl of cream, a swirl of chocolate and a couple of razzberries, and I want it brought to me by a guy I think is adorable and who sees me as a dessert.
Yes, I want my cake and to eat it, too.
Thank you, Kalley. Ow ow ow. I didn’t need to know the details! I’m really glad she came through okay.
Hmm. Are we ordering real dessert? I want creme caramel. A lot of it. Maybe served with a side of raspberry sponge cake. Or maybe flourless chocolate cake. Or FairyChatMom’s cake. Or Tupug’s. I’m not picky.
Of coursescout is glamorous, refined, and beautiful. And I’m not just saying it to get cookies, either.
I should also point out that I made cornbread stuffing for the bird, and it was gen-yoo-ine Southern cornbread. White corn meal, and not a speck of sugar to be seen.
Yankee by birth, but getting more Southern every day.
Some bragging. This isn’t my project, but I know some of the guys involved, and the guys who designed the surface controls also did the controls for my plane. X-43
gotpasswords hop a plane to Jawja. We can squeeze ya in.
Ashes[sup]2[/sup] as a matter of fact my biscuits are made from scratch. It took me a looooooooong time to figger it out but by Og! I can make me some homemade buttermilk biskits now! Before and sometimes even now, I used frozen biscuits which ain’t too bad. But them Whomp (Southernese for canned) biscuits are just nasty! Ok, the Pillsbury grands ain’t too bad but I make better. So There! For the record, I don’t drink sweet tea. There, I said it! I don’t! I can make it and apparently it’s fine sweet tea but I don’t drink it. I likes my tea unsweetened. It’s my bears I like sweet. And a little spicy.
Lissla what that counselor did is called “reflective listening” which is to repeat back what the person says in a way that makes the person “reflect on” the issues. Yes, it is a load of hooey. I learnt it in theories of counseling. On the final I gave the pat answer to what “reflective listening” is and added, that in my humble opinion, it is a load of hooey. My Professor gave me credit for the answer but told me she frowned upon editorial comments on tests.
Why, yes, I have always been a smartass. Thank you for noticing.
When I’m lazy (that’s most of the time), I use the frozen Pillsbury biscuits. A whole order of magnitude better than the Whomps. I can still make some tasty scratch biscuits, too, when I feel like it.
Thanks for the new vocab, Swampy.
On Thursday, I have to take a final in Technical Communications that is supposed to cover the writing process. I’m not supposed to be able to really study for it, because it’s aimed at those of us who have experience in technical writing.
I’ve decided that I’m going to write in big block letters across the top:
I don’t know what is taught in college these days. Right or wrong, all my answers are based on 20 years of industrial and civil service technical writing experience.
We ate turkey in October. It was good. I guess I could buy and cook another turkey, but it’s only a little more than a month until Christmas, and we’d be very sick of turkey by then, since there’s only two (or sometimes three if you count Driving Husband) of us.
I can see ‘reflective listening’ maybe being useful if you’re rephrasing what the person is saying, and asking them intelligent questions, but it really sounds like (as you say, swampy) a load of crap.
When I go to America, I’m always astonished by the variety of biscuits. We aren’t nearly as biscuit-focused up here. It’s kind of a pity, because I learned to make sausage gravy and biscuits when I was in Arkansas, and I would love to have good frozen biscuits at my local grocery store. Foccacia, naan, garlic bread, pizza pockets- but the only biscuits are the whomp kind.
I deserve a prize for “most use of the word ‘biscuits’ in a post”.
She’s in North AmericaVunderBob, but not America (aka Amurika). The 50 united states located on the North American continent are often referred to collectively as America, rather than the more correct United States of America. As it is less egotistical for a Canadian, or a Mexican, to refer to the United States as America (since they obviously would not slight themselves), a person from the United States that would chastise said Canadian or Mexican, albeit in a tease tone, is being a priss and should fall off the continent on their own.
What’s really funny is that back when the dinosaurs roamed, and I was in High School Spanish, one of the ettiquette point beat into our skulls by the teacher is that people from the US should never refer to themselves as ‘American’ in front of someone from Central or South America. They get rather bent out of shape because they’re American, too.
I can’t win; I can’t break even; and I sure as h*ll can’t quit the game. :rolleyes:
(that instance of rolleyes was intentional)
We can fix the biscuit situation. Ashes[sup]2[/sup] will say I owe you some butter, so maybe I should deliver some cat’s head biscuits while I’m at it. Maybe we can trade for some Tim Horton’s donuts…
Noooo! Leave the cat’s heads right where they are vunderbob! Oh waitaminute, I have consulted the part of my family tree that faces south and eastish and Aunt Thedadell has done smacked me upside the head and I am all right about those biscuits now.
But anything from a can or a box or a bag is just wrong. Grandma Rosalee is spinning in her grave just because I am communicating with the wasteful sorts of heathens who would purchase biscuits ready made. I forgive swampy for not liking sweet tea though. I like mine not so sweet and with a good bit of lemon. Served on the back lawn in the shade of the best smelling magnolia tree. Yes, their house does have columns, two of 'em, the non-fluted variety. Huh. I may be more southern than I thought.
My roast is done and resting. Do you know I had to wrap it around with bacon and then perform bondage on that freaky little guy? The soup is still cooking-- black bean, roasted corn and smoked chicken with chiles negros.
And what are these other countries of which you speak? We all know there is only America and the media is just making up funny stories of foreign places for to amuse us. I mean c’mon; Saskatchewan? You can tell from the name alone it’s not real.
I think I have caught The Plague from Mr. Lissar. Thank you, darling. Die, now!
I’m trying to imagine what either doughnuts or biscuits would look like after a week in the mail. Ugh. I don’t think this is a good idea. Ashes, I can make tea biscuits. And both Southern and Northern cornbread. Even if I don’t make biscuits my other accomplishments must count for something!
I’m hungry. The roast sounds great. Maybe I’ll have some leftover shepherd’s pie. That’s the ticket.
It’s either ‘The U.S.’ or ‘America’ up here, when we refer to that funny foreign country south of us, where they don’t have Tim Hortons, like civilized folk. At least, that’s what I usually hear people call it.
I sending this out to all of us that are both book readers and movie hounds, we who appreciate both, and wait with breathless anticipation for when the best of both worlds join together and create something more than a book, or a movie–a magical interpretation of shared archetypes and individual dreams. Alas, more often we must endure the half-breed zombie step-children of each who have inherited only the worst of their progenitors. Ever more tragic is when the best and the brightest from one form is saddled with a misfit, an abomination of the other.
You guessed it, I’m refering to the fact that not only has Ron Howard been ensnared, but now it is offical that Tom Hanks has also been condemned to portray the lead character in the movie version of that dreadful book The DaVinci Code. Such a tragic, tragic waste of talent. Don’t they realize that they won’t always be able to make movies? That they should not spill their seed on the barren soil but cast it into visions of truth, beauty and goodness?
I would ask the Gods to intervene and make the movie better than the book, but I doubt there is any way for anything to the worse than that drivel.
I really need the DVDs of the Lord of the Rings, the 1939 version of Goodbye, Mr. Chips, and A Christmas Story. And one of those Star Trek books.
I’m feeling much better now.
Lissla said something about tea biscuits. Biscuits with tea? Really, now! Anywho, It made me think about a wunnerful southern goodie. Thus I share with one and all a really easy recipe for Southern Tea Cakes. No need to thank me really. Just enjoy. They’re really cookies, we just call em cakes. Deal!
They’re also good with chocolate, vanilla or lemon icing on em.
Sausage gravy is gooooood, even though it looks like the dog threw up on a biscuit.
You really don’t go to likker stores much, do you Scout? (At least not the likker stores right over the river near me in Kentucky.)
Yeah we do! Not many and you have to know where to look, but we gots some of those Horton places. Of course, they aren’t as good as they were in the Old Country.
I have nothing more to add. So I’ll just stop riiiiiiiiiiiiight NOW!
I am very sad today. I just found out that an old flame’s father passed on over the weekend. Though we aren’t in touch now, we had good times when we were much much younger. His dad, John Burns, cut quite a figure by first being mayor of my hometown and then the New York State Democratic chairman who was very instrumental in Bobby Kennedy’s election as Senator. There were 12 kids in the family and going to their house was like a trip to the circus. Anyhoo, Tupug is feeling her own mortality and feeling down.
For the record, I don’t drink sweet tea. There, I said it! I don’t! I can make it and apparently it’s fine sweet tea but I don’t drink it. I likes my tea unsweetened. It’s my bears I like sweet. And a little spicy.
