Hey, Rue, I went nuts and spent way to much money at Aglamesis’s for Easter Candy. It’s easy to do because those hand dipped eggs are pretty pricey, plus I like to lay in some of the opera creams for me and Mrs. ShibbOleth, since the Olethlings[sup]TM[/sup] can be sort of selfish at time with their haul. Ever been there, or is there some sort of Westside equivalent?
Also, speaking of ponies, the Boy is invited to a Birthday Party, maybe next weekend, at Parky’s Farm. There will be pony rides if the weather is nice enough. Unfortunately I’m too tall to sneak into the queue.
Also, also, yesterday morning I took the kids to the Zoo. That’s how we worship the Fertility Festival. We were flashed by a couple of peacocks, and the Girl even commented that she “didn’t know it was mating season already”. Yikes, these seven year olds grow up so fast. There were even a couple of randy bumblebees getting it on, but the kids didn’t notice and I’m not the sort to point it out. Since it was very early and empty, we go to see some cool stuff all by ourselves. Like the white tiger prowling her area and growling menacingly. But best was the Black Rhino. She was inspired by something shortly after we got near her pen. She started galloping round and round, then gave us a couple of menacing glances. Then she galloped some more and finally plunged into her bathing pool and used her head to toss water all over her. It’s fun to see the aminals when they’re all rambunctious like that.
Rue I was just re-reading this thread (I do this with your threads, it helps to sorta keep track of what’s going on) and I’m wondering, was Easter also Katcha’s birthday? I’m asking cause you said something about his cake with Bob the Builder and all. I have seen and even tasted one of those little disc things on a cake before. Sis is right, it does taste like a Eucharist. Maybe you’re supposed to dip the disc in wine before you eat it.
:eek: Thunder rumbled here right after I typed that last line. I may be in trouble. :eek:
Oh, something I forgot. If yesterday was Katcha’s birthday, he shares a birthday with Adolph Hitler. I know this because I have two friends with April 20th birthdays and because in the newspaper there’s this “This Day In History” column that lists stuff that happens each day. Yesterday it said Adolph Hitler was born. In 1889, I think.
Sheep are good for petting Puddin’, but turkeys, not so much. Ugly, ugly birds, the turkey. Which makes it OK to eat. You shouldn’t eat cute animals, that’s like a rule. Luckily most domesticated eating animals are kinda homely. Except when they;re babies. So I don’t eat baby animals, I wait til they get older and ugly. Then I don’t feel bad about eating them.
Weird Shibb. (No, I’m not calling you weird. This time.) We (me an’ the boys) just went to the zoo. Not like just now, or even yesterday, but last week. Friday, so it wasn’t all that long ago. It wasn’t the best zoo trip ever, we didn’t see anything poop. That’s the sign of a good zoo trip, exotic poop.
I think the westside equivalent to Aglamesis’s would be Kroger. At least that’s where Mom always got our Easter candy growning up. And Opera cremes are kinda icky. (Blegh!)
You know what I couldn’t find this year? (Not that I looked hard, but I still didn’t find any.) Gummy bunnies. They’re like gum drops, only shaped like bunnies and ducks and other Easter type animals. Couldn’t find any of them. Not that it made me sad since I got a whole whack of Peeps and Reese’s Eggs plus these “gourmet” jelly beans which really aren’t that gourmet but they do have tangerine beans. Only the tangerine ones are yellow, and then the lemon ones are green. There are no lime ones, so they made the green ones lemon instead of yellow like they should be. It’s just weird. (Back to that weird thing. But once again, it’s not aimed at you.)
Nope Swampy, Katcha’s birthday is really May 2nd. We just threw it in on top of Easter because we might be busy later what with the move and all (The Little Woman is out looking at houses tonight after work and if she OK’s them I’ll go later.) and everyone was together anyway, so what the heck, he got an early party. He’s only three (or will be in a few days) and doesn’t know any different.
I’m glad you posted after the thunder incedent to let us know God didn’t zap you. I would have been worried about you for a while. 10… 15 minutes or so. At least.
Well, my yard has been de-grubbed, I hope. I sprinkled the anti-grub granules liberally and, per the package directions, I’m watering the area. So Mr 'Dillo can go dig up someone else’s lawn tonight.
Speaking of wine in boxes, I had a box o’wine - some kind of blush, I think - for the longest time. No one else in the house drinks it but me, and I don’t drink all that much. So I started using it in recipes that called for dry white wine. It wasn’t really dry, or white, but it still gave the nice wine-y taste to the scallops, so that was good. Now I’ve got a couple of bottles of Chardonnay, but I haven’t opened them. Next time I cook scallops, maybe. Or when a wino comes to visit.
But not for the ponies. I don’t have any. But if I did, I wouldn’t give them wine. Or butter. That would not be good for them. But they could eat the armadillo if they could catch him. He should be slow and weak from hunger since the grubbuffet will soon be closed.
Oh yeah, and I sprayed the wasp nest that was under construction in my front entry. Die, wasps, die!!!
Once again, Ex shows up really late. With nothing of consequence, 'cause that’s the way it seems to go.
Being a dyed-in-the-wool Yankee, I know nothing of armadillos. I am also completely ignorant concerning ponies, turtles, small burrowing animals, and short actors. All I know is - Tom Cruise is really short, but so is Dustin Hoffman, which is pretty much how they sold us the idea that they might be brothers in Rain Man.
Easter candy I know about. I took my Angel Pants to Krause’s and bought her a pound of hand-dipped chocolates, two huge fudge-eggs, a couple of chocolate bunnies, and a lolly. I got one butter-cream.
Exgineer, hand dipped chocolates? Heck, I’ll call myself Angel Pants if that’s what it takes to get ya to buy me hand dipped chocolates. Oh, and I live near Albany, the Jawja one, not the New Yawk one, and I know from llamas cause they got some llamas in the zoo here.
FairyChatMom, hold on to the Chardonnay. Rumor has it a wino (ok, he’s more like a beero) is coming to see ya next month. Heads up… he likes the idea of a fish camp.
You did the right thing FairyChatMom, them armadillos carry leprosy I’ve heard. Sure they look interesting, a little cute, but that’s only so they can get you in close and then bam! Pretty soon your nose falls off.
As for jelly beans, can somebody please explain to me the eviltude behind a bag of jelly beans that includes mint and clove along with fruit flavors? Why do some people do this? There I am, munching on some jelly beans and in amongst the usual artificial fruit flavored glurge, there comes a hint of clove. Or you assemble a handful of what you think is lemon and lime beans and urp, it turns out to be lemon and mint. It’s put me off jelly beans, I tell you. Now I’m going to go butter a pony, they’re lovely toasted.
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‘Son, son!’ said Mother Jaguar ever so many times, graciously waving her tail, ‘a Hedgehog is a Hedgehog, and can’t be anything but a Hedgehog; and a Tortoise is a Tortoise, and can never be anything else.’
‘But it isn’t a Hedgehog, and it isn’t a Tortoise. It’s a little bit of both, and I don’t know its proper name.’
‘Nonsense!’ said Mother Jaguar. ‘Everything has its proper name. I should call it “Armadillo” till I found out the real one. And I should leave it alone.’
Thus spake Rudyard Kipling, In .Just So Stories
*Howver, I know more about Almondillos, which are like Turtles, only made with Almonds. However, we already do not have enough blood in our sugarstream, so I wont talk about them. Well right now, anyway.
I heard someone refer to armadillos as “possum-on-the-half-shell” - I’m thinking it was during a roadkill conversation.
I did a good deed today. As I was walking from the parking lot to my little corner of cubicle hell, I noticed a VISA bill in the gutter across from the avionics building. I know it was a VISA bill (even tho it was in the envelope) because mine just came yesterday and the horror is fresh in my consciousness. Once I got to my desk, I looked up the name on the bill - fortunately, he works here - and I dropped him an email. He just came over and got it - said it fell out of his backpack. So I got that good deed thing out of the way early. Let the debauchery begin!
Since you are worried about it, it can be you welby… I mean Evil Underpants. (You might want to get in contact with Tuba and make it official.)
You’re so good Snickers. That’s why your my Very Best Special Friend. (Chocolate is on the way. If it doesn’t make it soon, blame the mailman.)
Watch those stories juji. You get started with 'em and all of a sudden people just expect more and more. Just a tip. (“Nice Canadian girl” hmmm? So explain that website of yours.)
Cloves in jelly beans Baby? Gah! Cloves’ sole purpose is that craft project where you take an orange and stick cloves in it to make your closet smell nice only you got it all sticky with juice and it turned out to be a big mess so you just chuck it out and buy an air freshener. (Your parenthetical aside is lame. Sorry.)
Ex you’re whole response here is lame. Sorry. (And your parenthetical aside is even worse. Oh wait! “Straight as an arrow”? You just HAD to throw that in there? Got some over-compensating to do? Naw. I’ll just leave it lame.)
Hey Duck! You know what I made Soupo for his school lunch today? A peanut butter and banana sammich. With a side of beef jerky.(No, I have no idea what made me tell you that.)
So you’re hip to llamas Swampy? How about vicunas and alpacas? (And dipping your hands in chocolate? Is that some sort of kink?)
Hi Zubrowka. Nice to hear from you. Are you Swedish, by the way? (Don’t Swedes call salted cod “fernuganuga” or something?)
-Rue. (all done now)
Rue I think llamas are jake. I don’t know from vicunas and alpacas but I know llamas. Know in like I’ve seen 'em, not like the biblical “know”, so stop thinking that. What a bunch of pervs!
Also, I had a very short thread waaaay back in December about there being giant firecrackers and llamas in my hometown’s Christmas parade. So you see, llamas are some kind of recurrent theme in my life. I could do a search and post a link to that thread. Or not. If I do it’ll be at the end of this post.
Ooooh, I like llamas a lot. If you go driving up in the high country here in Colorado you see them a lot. I’ve often wondered why and I can’t see past they’re just really cool. And they are.
I’m just soooo sorry that my contribution was unforgiveably substandard. You didn’t have to be a big meany about it and hurt my feelings and stuff. See if I invite you to my birthday party now.
Oh, and I live near Albany, the Jawja one, not the New Yawk one, and I know from llamas cause they got some llamas in the zoo here.