By the time they outweigh you, they won’t be willing to be seen in public with you. So that’s sorted. 
Wah. Nobody emails me.
Rue, to be a truly Progressive Parent™ you have to be open to having your son(s) ears pierced. I can say that with security, having had the offer turned down by said son. (Luckily he declined because I’m thinking our parochial school might have a policy against pierced sons.) But tattoos are definitely NOT in the offing for the Cherry Children. No, they have to be earning their own income (and preferably paying their own mortgages) before I’ll consent to such a thing. But piercings, eh. They’re just ears. I got wild in my old age and several years ago got the cartilege pierced in one of my ears, which in Daughter’s mind makes me Rad Cool.
Rue - is this the kind of hijack you thought I might have tried??
'cause if you’d rather I didn’t, I won’t.
Me want cake! Me have ingredients to make FCM cake. Me may have to make cake!
[sub]I said this all caveman style in case Ex reads it. That way he’ll be confused, cause Angel Pants was talking all caveman grunty but about cake, so he won’t be able to decide whether or not it was all manly[/sub]
Lies, all lies. Trust me, if I had flashed Rue, he would still be recovering. And Rick and I don’t kiss all the time. Just most of the time. [sub]we have to eat, after all[/sub]
I am glad I made a good impression on Mrs. Oleth. I liked her, too, especially after she guessed that the high school reunion I am going to this summer is my tenth (add 15 to that ).
Thanks to both of you for bringing the kids along to play with Rick. 
The ship ride in particular brought back some fond childhood memories.
Speaking of name dropping, we met Dave Barry!!! [sub]Or someone who looked a lot like him. [/sub]
I have a complaint.
In my universe, Rue’s MMP threads exist to perform the following functions:
[ul][li]I get to say “Hi” in passing to cool people once a week.[/li]
[li]I get to post incredibly stupid stuff, and nobody looks at me like I’m weird.[/li]
[li]I get to irritate Coldfire, because he has to read my incredibly stupid posts.[/li]
[li]I get an opportunity to fool the casual viewer, who may or may not go away thinking I’m witty and debonaire. I still haven’t got the “symbol” tag down pat. Sorry.[/li]
[li]I get to schmooze FairyChatMom for no particular reason.[/li]
[li]I don’t have to think much, unless it’s one of those “Flight of the Bettie” threads. Then I have to whack the noggin a little bit.[/li]
[li]I get to make fun of welby.[/ul]That last point is my real issue, here.[/li]
There ain’t no “makin’ fun of welby” to be had in this thread, because the little puke never showed up.
The next thing you know, I’ll be asking about Fairychatdad’s water-taxi job, and I don’t want to do that.
Mostly because I’m envious.
Hey, yeah - where the heck is welby??
And Ex, he drove 4PM-1AM on Saturday night and 11-6 on Sunday. He likes Invictus and hates Spry. And here’s a pic of him at the helm of Nimble his first day on the job. Yeah, it’s a lousy pic because I’m a lousy photographer, but it really is him. This one is a little better. Thanks for asking!
Okay, so I clicked the first link, and thought, “so that dark blob there is the Luckiest Man In The World.”
Then I clicked the second link and thought, “he’s mostly obscurred by the helm console, but I have a half-assed side-view of his head.”
No.
No, no, a thousand times no. This just won’t do.
What we require is a family shot with you, him, and PerfectChild actually facing the friggin’ camera.
That’s just common courtesy, sweetheart.
And I figure that welby just gave up, admitted that he was a base coward, and elected not to face me.
I win.
Ex, welby was around earlier today saying something about Loch Ness, Playboy magazines, and a rubber suit.
and wintermute pondering what he’d look like in a kilt…
those two are gettin really strange.
:dubious:
Like this, sugar dumplin’? It’s not a completely accurate photo, though. My hair is shorter and no longer pulled back, the kid’s hair is longer and hanging free, and the cap’n shaved his cheeks, leaving fuzz around his mouth and chin only. But other than that, that’s us.
Yes. Exactly like that.
You guys are just soooo cute.
So you think a “tabor” is a kind of drum, Wintermute? Fool! It’s a box you use to hold the monstrance. Duh!
Wearing a kilt, welby would look like… naw, that’s Ex’s job, the welby-bashing.
Oh sure Ellen, they can get pretty much anything they want pierced. If they can look me in the eye and ask for it pierced, I’ll drive them down to the mall and get a hole pounded in it. (So? Does that make me “progressive” enough?)
No, I don’t think that’s an appropriate hijack for this thread Snickers. Now if it was for “Poke Cake”, that would be different. (Yeah, like I’m even going to try to control the hijacks. Where’s the fun in that?)
I think it’s manly to want the cake Swampy. It’s the threat of making your own cake that might set off Ex. But we all know how sensitive he is anyway about the whole “manly” issues.
I don’t lie Brynda. I never lie. That’s one thing you can always count on, if I put something in a thread, it’s true. Every last bit of it.
Now, you might remember things differently, but then you aren’t a Trained Observer, now are you? Didn’t think so.
(We could put it to a vote. See who believes me and who believes you. But I wouldn’t want you that embarrassed, so I won’t.)
Ha! The joke’s on you Ex. Coldfire doesn’t read these anymore. Heck, NO ONE reads these any more. These threads are just for us, the Cool Kids who post in 'em. (I think they figure we’re just benign unless they start getting complaints. THEN the boot will fall, let me tell you!)
Who names those boats? Nimble? Spry? I guess it’s better than Wallowing Cow That Smells Faintly of Vomit. So there’s that.
GETTIN’ strange earthpup? Where have you been? Sheesh.
-Rue. (it’s what’s for dinner)
mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, I wish…
Huh? Wha…?? No, I didn’t say anything…
Don’t be hatin’!
So, earthpuppy, what do you look like in a kilt? 
Well, to the victor go the spoils… ::wiggles eyebrows suggestively::
Didn’t Rue tell you that he liquors the kids up before he takes them out? What’s beer compared to a nice single malt scotch?
Of course we wouldn’t, Rue. We try not to repeat hijacks without a little break between them. Otherwise this all just gets repetitive.
However, I’ll go ahead and hijack it with my Turtle Cheesecake recipe.
Crust
2 cups of Graham Cracker Crumbs
1/3 cup sugar
½ cup of butter, melted.
Combine crumbs and sugar, mix well. Add butter and stir until doughy and press into the bottom of the cake pan
Caramel Filling
30 caramels
3 Tbs milk
¾ cup chopped pecans
Place caramel and milk into saucepan on low heat and heat until melted. Add pecans and stir until evenly coated. Pour onto crust. Make sure you leave ½ inch between the edge of the caramel and the cake pan. This will ensure that your pan doesn’t stick to the crust after cooking. Chill for 30 minutes.
Cheesecake
3 packages of cream cheese, softened
¾ cup sugar
1 ¼ tsp of vanilla
3 eggs
2 tsp lemon zest
¾ cup of chocolate chips
1 Tbs milk.
Add chocolate chips and milk to sauce pan and cook over low heat until melted. Set aside to cool.
Mix cream cheese at high speed until fluffy. Make sure you use a soft spatula to move cream cheese from sides of bowl so that it mixes evenly. Add sugar a little at a time, mixing well. Add eggs one at a time, making sure each is completely mixed in. Add vanilla and mix well. Pour batter into crust.
Pour chocolate into pan and stir with a fork until evenly spread out.
Bake at 350 for 40-50 minutes until center is just set. Cool for 1 hour. Refrigerate at least 3 hours. Serve with whipped cream. Drizzle with chocolate and caramel if desired. (I don’t serve with whipped cream. Actually, it doesn’t usually last long enough to drizzle with chocolate and caramel either.)
Pretty damn good, if I do say so myself. Plus I get the breeze on my naughty parts.
Psh. I thought we had a truce, there Ex old pal. After all, you were faring so poorly against me before I figured that Fairy Chat Mom called a stop to it out of pity for you. Now I see that you’re just a glutton for punishment, and I have to stop making fun of you. After all, if you’re a glutton that means you like it, perhaps in a sick kind of fantasy pervert way, and I want no part of your perverted fantasies.
I’m happy to be part of other people’s perverted fantasies, though.
Can I have the Wintermute instead of the Rue? And no condiments, please. Unless you’ve got Teryaki sauce. Mmmmm, Wintermute in Teryaki sauce.
Drool? What drool?
Whoo! That’s my kind of man!
Where’s welby? We want welby! Woe! Wretchedness! Winsome Wintermute wants welby.
Weird, welbylessness.
That was harder than it looked.
Bah! He’s no Victor. He’s more of a Mortimer, or an Edwin. Plus he whines about not being able to mow the lawn. What kind of person complains about that?
Ah, yes. A pansy.
Geez Wintermute, I get a little busy for a day and you’re already looking for a replacement. I’m wounded.