I have a Dremel, with one of those flexible extender thingys even.
But I’ve only ever used it for girly stuff I guess so I’m not sure it counts.
Pasta E Fagioli update: I took some of the leftovers, and added a bunch of canned beef broth before nuking. The consistency came out as I remembered, but it needs a buttload more spice.
It’ll get there.
VunderBob, darlin’, if that’s where you keep your spices, I’ll pass on any offers of dinner at your house. :eek:
Swampy, the Boy Scouts can’t sell chocolate! That’s Girl Scout territory!
I was in Scouts a looooong time. I wished we built neat things like the Boy Scouts did. We did some camping, though, which was fun.
I don’t have any power tools at all. Not a one. I am a sadly deprived child. Norm is my hero, but why did he have to go and use all those expensive tools? It must suck when you’re trying to make a chair along with Norm, and then all of sudden he breaks out a $50,000 power tool (that got donated to him) and keeps talking as if you’ve got five of 'em in your garage. :rolleyes: Silly Norm.
I tihnk I’m getting a retroactive retch here - he brought a spicy dish to my UglyFest… :eek: :eek: :eek:
Not only that, but everything is laser guided, computer programmed, nuclear powered… or so it seems! However, I’ve learned a lot about techniques watching him, and even if we don’t have the identical cool tools, we can usually figure out a work-around.
I met Norm - years ago at a home show. Got his autograph, too, and lost it. Alas.
This past summer I met Leslie Segrete from “While You Were Out”. Cute and nice…
Oh, “buttload” was a figure of speech. The only spices in my butt are already used. Rest assured,FCM, the shrimp dip used only the finest new spices, without any butt involvement of any kind.
You take all the excitement out of it by admitting that the spices did not, in fact, come from your ass.
Unless he is talking out his ass about his buttload of spices. In which case, at least his breath should be pleasant. 
Gahh.
Mr. Lissar has started putting mayo on everything. It scares me. Mayo on tacos, grilled cheese, pizzawiches…
DId I mention that I borrowed The Art Of The Discworld from work? If I did, it needs to be mentioned again. It has restarted my love for Vimes. I’m going to have a big copy of the picture of him looking suspicious and drinking tea over my bed. And then Mr. Lissar can wake up in the morning and see Vimes glaring down at him in an, “I’m gonna arrest your ass” way. Oh, it will be wonderful.
Why does Mr. Lissar’s ass need arresting? Is he smuggling spices? And where does the mayo fit in?
The thot plickens.
How can you tell if Bob or Swampy have been in your fridge?
There are footprints in the butter! Hahahahahahaha! Oh wait, that’s not how it goes. Eh, whatchagonna do?
If by “girly stuff” you mean you’ve just filed your nails with it, no it doesn’t count. Anything else is fair game. I think. I’m not sure what shennanigans you can get up to with “one of those flexible extender thingys”. And since I don’t even want to think about it, yeah, that counts too.
Raingutter Regatta update!
The Regatta that got moved from two weeks hence to next week got moved back to two weeks hence. No big since we already have our racing boat ready to go.
And since it’s always something with the Cub Scouts, now they want to put together a cookbook. A collection of the Cubbie’s fave recipes. I’m thinking of sending in my World Famous recipes for Pie Doughs:
World Favous Pie Dough Roll-ups
- You take some pie dough and spread it with butter.
- Sprinkle some (“some” is a legit measurement, right?) cinnamon and sugar on the butter.
- Roll up the pie dough and then cut it into thumb sized lengths.
- Bake it, in the oven, at 350º for about 10 minutes or until it’s golden brown.
4a. Let it cool some, because you can really blister your mouth on the molten cinnamon, sugar and butter combo. - Gobble them suckers down.
Mom used to make them from the extra dough when she made pies. I don’t, myself, make pies. So we buy the Pilsbury pie crusts at the store and whip them up when we have a hankerin’ for Pie Doughs. It’s easier that way.
-Rue. (Master Chef)
FCM the place is beginning to take on that f-aaaaaaa-bu-lous look you envisioned! And yes, you’ll always be remembered as my all time favorite cheap date. My niece graduated from Purdue in 1997. She’s also getting married next April. Yay Niece! Speaking of skeeviness, the thought of me in a speedo gives me the skeevies, even. :eek:
vunderbob has a spicy butt. Hmmmmmmm… ok, maybe I won’t go there. I will say, however, that ACBG certainly has an arresting ass. That was for Lissla and Kalley
Ok, since the Scouts can’t sell chocolate, how bout they sell power tools? Wouldn’t that be so precious to see a bunch of little boys in scout uniforms sittin’ in front of WallyWorld selling routers and sanders? “Hey, mister! Wanna buy a sawzall?” AWWWWWWWWW… how cute!
Kalley mid-June sounds great. Start saving up for the beer. We need lots of it. 
We can also sip martinis with bleu cheese stuffed olives. MMMMMMMMM! I likes to make martinis.
Ashes[sup]2[/sup] I was at Lee County High School last month on the day they wore pjs during their homecoming week. I felt so over dressed! Course since my “pjs” consist of a pair of boxer shorts, I’m sure they’re glad I didn’t get in the spirit. They even managed to win their homecoming game which kinda falls into the category of miracle. The football team is not known for it’s winning ways.
Rue a cookbook? Somehow little Scouts all dressed up in their uniforms in front of WallyWorld hawking cookbooks just don’t get it. It just don’t seem right.
Tonight I get to go schmooze politicians at a Legislative Reception in Camilla, GA. Envy my glamorous life! :rolleyes:
Yeah, that’s what I did the first time I made it. I am now hooked on fancy-schmancy deserts for Thanksgiving. I usually find two and make both. I also have a faaaabulous recipe for Twilight Tort. It’s got Grand Marnier and apricots and sliced almonds that you have to stack like scales on the outside. This year though, I think I’m gonna make this for starters. BTW, Mr. Anachi would simply drool himself dry looking at all that space and those tools.
ashes, my kiddos did the jammies thing here in Florida when they were in high school. They also had a flag football game where the girls got to play ball and the boys dressed up as cheerleaders. A fun time was had by all.
bob, dear, you really should keep your spices in a cool dry area. I’m just sayin’ is all…
I should quit while I’m behind.
Wish me luck. I give my design review presentation in 2 hours… :eek:
Good luck!
If all goes well, you should make those pie dough roll-ups to celebrate. They sound really good.
[sub](is it wrong that they’d even sound good raw?)[/sub]
RAH! RAH! RAH! SIS! BOOM! BAH! GOOOOOOOOOOOO VUNDERBOB!!!
How’s that?
If I’d known ahead of time I woulda scheduled a three hour presentation on Benchmarking for Success just before your presentation. After listening to that, they woulda been fine with anything you told em. Maybe we should plan next time.
The real question is:
How can you tell if Bob or Swampy have been in your spice cabinet?
On second thought, maybe you wouldn’t want to know.
Go vunderbob! You’re gonna knock 'em dead. Or they’ve already been knocked dead, I’m time zone impaired.
Swampy, you and I could share a jail cell after being arrested for wearing our actual jammies for spirit week. Today is time capsule day but I’ve got nothing that dates back more than a couple of years thanks to the size upheaval of 2002. Tomorrow is wacky wednesday and , get this, I’m going to have straight hair! Haw! Plus I’ve got a Devo concert t-shirt that has got to qualify as wacky on any planet.
Powder Puff football, Puggy, is what we call it around here. I am of mixed emotions-- yay, girls playing football. Boo! They spend more time designing the bedamned jerseys than practising plays. We have made great strides with what used to be the sickeningly misogynistic ‘cheerleaders’ though, so, my, it’s high up here on my soap box. So yeah, power tools.