I’m making it Wednesday too. Wednesday is now officially Death Chicken Day. Although I still prefer Todershuhn.
I thought you were born-south-of-the-border Mexican. Learn something new every day.
Only the first two vials are for tests. The rest are for the vampires in the basement.
What was I going to do today?
Have I been here yet?
I think so, back on page one but I am too lazy to look.
Anyways, I’m here. See?
Ok, toodling off again.
PS: Send beer and nekked wimmen.
I’ve been to work and back and had a short nap. Now I’m waiting for Time Warner Cable to come fix the cable.
And after that, probably another nap.
morning all - at work, re-caffeinating (Lemon Lift tea - it’s pretty decent). I woke up at 2 AM, then had a terrible time getting back to sleep. Which I definitely did NOT help by turning on TCM and watching movies! La la la … so I overslept and didn’t get in until … let’s just say -way- late. I did get here though.
Smarty, what a wonderful wedding blog and you took some beautiful pics too. Everyone looked great–and those shoes your daughter got really went well with her dress, I thought. Although they made me feel like my feet were pinched. LOL I never knew that there were bridal flip-flops either! Please explain that further? 
I’m enjoying reading other memories of Michigan - even the not so good ones. 
I had forgotten about the coney dogs and especially about the pasty; I’ve never had either, btw, but would love to try a pasty. I do know that some of my ancestors were Welsh, so cultural ancestry should have me liking them, right?
In the summer of 57, I think, we spent a bit of vacation time at what was a religious summer camp called Pilgrim Haven, somewhere in the vicinity of Grand Haven, I think. I recently stumbled upon some photos of the site online, but have’t been able to find them again–it’s been closed for some time, apparently, and what buildings are left are tumbling down, unfortunately. It was probably affiliated with the Congregational Church.
Pssst, tarra… I’ll tell you a secret.
They’re plain old ordinairy white flip flops that have been packaged up all pretty and sold by a bridal boutique.
Shhhh… don’t tell.
They don’t stop at bridal flip-flops either, ya know. A friend who got married in July changed from her pretty-but-really-uncomfortable sandals to a pair of Bridal Sneakers[sup]tm[/sup] for her reception so she could dance comfortably.
Bridal Sneakers[sup]tm[/sup], in case you’re not familiar with them, are really just white canvas platforms with rhinestone trim and silver sparkly shoelaces. However, they cost twice as much as any other white canvas platform because they’re…
[del]endowed with special powers[/del]
[del]hand-sewn from rare snow tiger whiskers by trained albino monkeys[/del]
[del]soaked in holy water and blessed by the baby Jesus[/del]
…An Essential Part of Your Special Day.
Morning, all. Blurf. I slept well; we were able to open up the house last night and start breathing real honest-to-gosh Fresh Air™, but I woke up all groggy and weird again today. Not quite as bad as yesterday, but still thoroughly out of it. I hate feeling like this.
Anyway, loved the wedding blog, Smarty! Everyone looked so happy, and the bride was indeed radiant, and the flower girl was beyond adorable, and your pictures were terrific! I was also impressed with the variety of exes having a good time together. Today’s family: multiple layers of each generation!
Ten vials of blood, Rigs? Good grief, I’ve heard of thorough, but that is just plain ridiculous! I hope they had some juice and cookies for you afterwards; sounds like you gave your pint and then some. Even if you were only donating to the vampire bats in the basement. :rolleyes:
Not much going on here today except work, which I need to get back to. So hi, everybody else, and hugs, yays, boos, and trout as appropriate!
I am making Death Chicken tonight. I am sorry. I was assembling it this morning before 6 a.m. and forgot the paprika. I also used garlic powder and cream of chicken and mushroom soup. I will let everybody know how it comes out.
Loved the pics, smarty. I got a kick out of the puffer one.
Feel better pie.
I am off to shop for a crown. Back later.
Tupug
Oh shush. I think I’ve seen the Rocky Horror Picture Show once.
Please let me leave the thread with my limbs intact.
Um… you do realize that Niagara Falls is between NY and Canada, not Michigan, right? :dubious:
I’ve been through Michigan on an incredibly loooooooong road trip between junior and senior years of high school. My parents thought it’d be a good idea to go from where we lived in the middle of NY to Niagara, then to Stratford, Ontario, then through Michigan to visit friends in Chicago and then back through Ohio, visiting with family on Lake Erie. Yeah, not fun. So while Michigan may be very nice, my only memory is of an unpleasant trip and a long drive.
Great wedding blog, smartie! We were at KT’s sister’s wedding this weekend too. It also went perfectly, and the bride looked beautiful. We had fun, but it’s a loooong trip to and from Milwaukee. And we have to do it again in 3 weeks for KT’s best friend’s wedding. Ugh. Can everyone tell how much I like road trips??
FCM, SIL’s 33?? I assumed since Daughter just finished college that he was about that age too. Which would have explained some of his… well, immaturity. But if he’s already in his 30s, it seems like he should have gained a better sense of responsibility by now. Or did I misunderstand your post?
My creation, my ART, ruined by those of small minds and plebian interests. This is a crime, sir, a CRIME! And you shall answer for it, someday…
<shakes off drama queen>
Whatever you do to it is fine, but then it’s not Death Chicken. I like Dead Yard Bird (it’s not dangerous and won’t kill you, one hopes). The bacon is a bit limp. I’ve toyed with precooking the bacon a smidge prior to baking, but so far I have remained True to the dish. You won’t need N.O.T.s with it–it’s on a bed of rice.
Pug–why are you sorry? Are you sorry to be making it or sorry you left the paprika out or both?
Note to MMPers: it is not a requirement of this thread to make Death Chicken. You don’t even have to like the stuff. We’ll only talk about you like dogs for a little while, seriously. 
I went out to brekkies with a dear friend. I rode me bike, so I’m all smug and righteous about life. I am now going to the FedEx place (I have to find one) to return my “flamethrower”–it has been recalled by the company. Too bad it’s such a fire hazard–it does a great job.
Hello to all and I didn’t read. Sorry.
It’s okay, LOUNE, we geezers don’t expect much in the way of cultural literacy from you yowwens, besides it’s much more fun to “tsk, tsk” behind your backs…
Thanks for the compliments, all, I’m glad to share our good time with you! Y’know, people may decry the escalating divorce rate but seriously I think it’s made worse than it really needs to be. It should be mandatory that you file a dissolution plan when you get your marriage certificate spelling out how you intend to deal if the marriage doesn’t work out–some people may say that’s fatalistic or borrowing trouble, I just say it’s good sense. If you’ve already decided while you’re happy with each other that you’re going to treat each other well if it don’t work out and that’s legally enforceable then it seems to me that it follows as night the day that your separation will be as amicable and civilized as it’s possible to be. Our life expectancies are getting longer all the time, and it’s silly to expect that the person who was perfect for you when you were twenty is necessarily going to be perfect for you at forty, or sixty or eighty and there’s no call to be punishing people for growing in a different way from you. Amicable divorces and happy remarriages give kids MORE stability, not less, and lots more viewpoints and options and resources. It’s why I favor legalizing group marriages–divorces make de facto extended child rearing arrangements, why not have the fun part, too?
steps down from soapbox
Thanks for explaining the bridal flipflops, Mahna[sup]2[/sup], I thought they were kinda silly but also very sensible. Under a dress like that, who’s gonna see the shoes anyway, and besides when a girl is strapped into a serious wedding cake dress there’s more than enough uncomfortability such that adding cruel shoes to the mix is just evil. Happy brides with comfy feet don’t flip out and become Bridezilla meltdowns, just sayin’… Oh, and my pictures don’t do our forests justice, and that’s just a tiny section of a park–wait until you see the REAL deep forests! I think the Pacific Northwest is about the most scenic chunk of ground on the planet, and I’ve seen some planet! The clear, clean air is just a side benefit… not to mention the rivers that are clean enough to drink from, barring the occasional giardia issue–gotta make sure there are no beaver dams upstream! In spring I don’t think twice about it.
Pugs, check out my comment on the recipe blog–I added a buncha chopped mushrooms and it was to die for. Mushrooms were made for Shinu Tori <–Death Chicken in Japanese!
:Starts reading MMP. Hears suspiciously happy noises from baby. Turns around, to find harassed-looking cat under baby:
Tell me about it. It’s almost like the party rental companies have two entrances. One that says “Picnics and Birthdays” and one that says “Bridal” and all prices through the bridal portal are triple.
The Bridal Industry still doesn’t quite know how to handle two guys getting married. Everything’s aimed at “Your special day” and in reality, that reads as “HER special day” as the man is relegated to little more than the guy standing on the other side of the minister.
So… Sorry, no bridal shower, no half dozen matrons of honor in matching gowns that they’ll never wear again, no gigantic flower bouquets and no garters.
Hell, we’re doing everything we can to save our house. If we have to serve a pile of Costco cupcakes after the ceremony in order to make the mortgage, so be it. There is no rich father of the bride to foot the bill, and the fathers of the grooms are either deceased or disappeared with no contact in nearly 20 years.
One of these days, I should zabasearch the old man.
Good baby!
He needs to learn early that Og made cats simply to give humans something to hassle.
However, taxi, one can drive from Michigan into Canada, head east and go to Niagra Falls. 
Howdy Y’all! I’m home! I’m workin’ even. Ok, not right now cause I took a little break but I am workin’.
Ok, back to work. Just checkin’ in.
My day is full of freakin’ grrrrrrrrr!!!
I am ATTEMPTING to complete some required web-based training. The only problem is that the session keeps crapping out on me, and there are several modules.
So, I thought in the interest of expediency, I’d try it on my other computer. Lo and behold, it only boots in safe mode, no matter what I try. Dammit!
I’ve had minor issues with my main computer since the beginning of the month. Little things like not being able to use the bold, smiley, etc, buttons here, getting kicked out of active data mining sessions, etc.
I’ve put in a work order for the other POS computer for the safe mode issue. I’ll wait until they finish that one to let them mess with this one.
I was unable to gain access to a data mining tool for over two weeks on this one. I finally got access after much fiddling about, but now I’m constantly kicked out.
I’m SICK AND TIRED OF FREAKIN COMPUTERS. I’M SICK AND TIRED OF NOTHING W/REGARDS TO WORK GOING SMOOTHLY! ARRRRRRRRRRRGHHHHHHHH!!!
Okay, sorry about that. I’m just beyond frustrated is all. It’s damn hard to get any work done when nothing is working correctly!
I kinda figured that’s what you meant, but I thought I’d pick on you anyway.
Our cat believes in the catch-and-release program: she catches bugs (big ones too, like grasshoppers or cicadas) and releases them in the house. :smack: I had to rerelease a grasshopper on the patio at lunch time.
There isn’t really a lot that I have to do at work today. And it’s beautiful outside. Couldn’t I just go home and enjoy the sun and work extra in November when it’s cold?
<passes out chocolate and sambuca to all>
I’m eating a ham sammich. How’s that for mundane? Gorgeous day here–cool with warm sun, blue skies and a wee breeze. Nice day to nothing. Might give that a try.
You have to watch the little [del]bastards[/del] tykes every minute, LiLi–and too quiet usually means Big Trouble. Nat hasn’t achieved that level of sophistication yet, but he will… (or course, I’m anti-cat now that Simon has finally driven me around the bend so any grief Nat gives the critter is ok by me).