Heeeeey…are you calling me an Olde Pharte? 
Spats, they’re an Irish band and their music is umm…interesting.
Flogging Molly is awesome. They sound like a bit of punk rock mixed with a bit of the Irish stuff you hear on St. Patrick’s day. Dropkick Murphy is another one in the same vein.
They sing about drinking a lot.
I took my dog out for a walk in the woodsy park behind our house and I found some native orchids. 
Sav, that is a very beautiful flower. Orchids are nice.
I dunno Sav, that orchid looks like it could be Audrey II’s cousin. I wouldn’t walk the dog too close to it if I were you. Just sayin’.
Lunch was a f-aaaaaa-bu-lous success if I do say so myself. Everyone ate, drank and was merry. Not a lot of leftovers either, except for turkey which I expected, cause, heck, I didn’t even put all of it out. I like turkey so there’ll be turkey sammiches and so on for a couple of days, then some of it will be frozen to be used later in soup. Leftover turkey is one of those things that’s always good. The weather here is bee-yooo-ti-ful! I don’t know the reason for mid 70’s and low humidity as opposed to the usual low nineties and big humidity for this time of the year, but I ain’t complaining. I have the house opened up and there’s this wonderful breeze blowing. Lunch on the lanai (sounds fancy don’t it!) was wonderful. Wine was drunk. Much food was consumed. Much stimulating conversation and raucous laughter was heard. The dishwasher’s all loaded and ready to be turned on before I go beddy bye tonight. I foresee a tub soak accompained by a glass of wine in my near future.
LiLi I’m glad the meet up with the welby’s went good. I, too, look forward to all the intimate details and pictures.
I wonder if FCM and FCD will have turkey hangover this afternoon. I should have but I don’t. Hasn’t made me sleepy at alzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz, HUH? WHA? Pardon me I must have dozed off there. 
Whew - I’m pooped and I reek of gasoline! What a day it’s been.
We went to breakfast, then to Lowe’s to look for some stuff FCD needs for a work project. He didn’t find his stuff, but we were looking at riding mowers again, and decided this would be the day. We talked to the sales guy, made note of the 2 models that appealed the most, and came home to check Consumers Reports and get the trailer.
We went back and looked at the one we decided upon - only to discover that it had been used, but it was priced as new!! There were grass clippings in the engine compartment, and crud in the gas tank!! We mentioned it to the guy inside, where we found the same model, unused. So that’s the one we bought.
What did we get, you ask? A John Deere model 125 - rated a Best Buy by CR. It was more than we’d wanted to spend, but we figured the alternative was getting a cheapie that we may well have to replace in a few years. So we bit the bullet, and after driving it around the yard, I’m glad we did. It’s easily the nicest riding mower we’ve ever had! Plus it’s a 2 cylinder engine, so it doesn’t shake and rattle much at all. We get a free dump cart with it - with luck, it’ll come in next week.
In honor of the new mower, I decided to clean out the garden shed. I pretty much emptied it, threw crap out, sorted the remainder, and put everything away neatly. We’ve got 6 rakes in there (plus at least 2 or 3 more spread about in the yard) and I found a hedge clipper that the Easts left behind. I also found one of those plastic wheeled garden thingies that’s designed to carry your garden tools and give you a place to sit while you muck about. It still had all of its labels on it, and inside was a gift bag and a card addressed to Grammy East. In the bag I found a set of note cards, a set of writing paper, and a ceramic jar thing full of potpourri (still stinky!) - guess she wasn’t so crazy about that Mother’s Day gift. I don’t blame her - the ceramic thing has a tacky design painted on the outside.
While I had my shed torn apart, the neighbor whose property backs ours stopped to tell me that he’s “caught” people coming thru our yard at night. But he doesn’t know if they’re kids or what, or what they’re doing. He said something about the Puerto Ricans living next door to me and something about illegal aliens (is there a Puerto Rican Undergroud Railroad in my very neighborhood???) :rolleyes: and he went on about how the neighborhood has gone all to hell as the nice retirees have moved out and it’s getting too much like Washington… :rolleyes: A little later, FCD and I went to the back of the yard to see where these alleged aliens or kids or tresspassers have been going over or under our fence. We didn’t see anything.
Oh yeah, and this guy told me how he was in “law enforcement” before he retired. Not that he was a cop. So I took “law enforcement” to mean something like mall guard. Yep, the whole neighborhood’s gone to hell. :rolleyes:
I’m done with the shed. And I put the seat back in my van, and loaded a couple of skeet launchers and a box of skeet into the back - a guy at work once expressed interest in them. I’ve also got a backpack there - I’ll try to sell that too. Our little yard wagon is full of stuff that needs to go to the dump. I put a load of jeans in the washer, and the turkey is rotissing away - it should be ready in an hour or so.
I didn’t get to my canvas - maybe tomorrow. I am happy to have the garden shed cleaned up, tho. It was pretty disorganized. And the house is smelling turkey-rriffic! Wonder what sides I should make to go with it?
Oooh, ooh. First, find some actual cranberries. Good luck though as the fella in my produce deprtment says they only get fresh around thanksgiving. 
So…if you find some, send me a bag too, ok?
Put a bag of them in a big pot with a couple granny smiths cut into wedges, a cup of sugar and water to cover. Bring to a boil, reduce to a slow roll until most of the water is boiled out. Stir in some cinnamon to taste ritht before serving.
I made a nice pilaf to go with the tuna steaks yesterday, you want I should send some your way? I know, I’ll bring it over if you set an extra place for turkey.
I have cranberries in my freezer for just such an occasion. I add orange, lemon and raisins or dried currants to my sauce as well. Mmmmm, maybe I’ll make some later this week. I have a friend who makes turkey breast in a crockpot. Maybe I’ll do that; I never use my crockpot otherwise and I could make quite a few things from the leftovers.
Hmmm…wound up going to Cincinnati to a very nice nursery. Gotta go put some of the plants in the ground. You’ll need to wait till I’m done to hear all about my shopping… (I know it’ll be difficult, but I really want to be done before it gets dark…)
GT
I’m about to post something that will make Mr Bus Guy plotz!
I like the cranberry sauce in the can. I’ve never been a fan of fresh cranberry sauce. I like the satisfying “PLOP!” sound the canned stuff makes sliding out of the can. I like the way it tastes all mixed up with cornbread dressing and giblet gravy. Sometimes the canned stuff that has whole cranberries in it is good, too, but I like the jellied stuff best. I know this makes me a heathen in the eyes of those cranberry sauce purists, but I don’t care. So There! 
FCM you know what would be fun? Launching some skeet and shootin’ at ‘em on the freeway if you get stuck in traffic. It’d pass the time a lot faster. Just sayin’, is all.
Me too, actually…I only eat it once a year but it’s always out of the can and it’s good!
:looks envious, jealous, and longing all at once:
::plotz::
Although, I was 19 before I saw my first actual cranberry. I just assumed it grew on trees in the can…And I liked them then too.
Wow, what was that?
That kiddies was me forgetting to put spaces between the “::” and the “p”
This is me now:
:wally
Plotz? That’s nothing. What I’m about to say will make his head explode. Maybe I’d better spoiler it in case he’s, you know, attached to his head.
I don’t like cranberry sauce at all. Ever. So there.
I call not cleaning up the bits of his head.
Sigh. As usual, the women will do the cleaning up…and gossip about you men while we do it.
(What does “plotz” mean, anyway?)
It’s Yiddish for “fall over,” as in “I’m so ferklempt I could plotz.”
No cranberries - I did boiled potato lumps and sugar snap peas. Not very exciting, but tasty, and tons of turkey leftovers.
No dessert, either. I want pie.
<sigh>
Dirty Dancing is on for the bazillionth time on We network. Sheesh, how many times do they run that movie??
Such a play I saw today!
And there is a song in the show that tells how “you won’t succeed on Broadway if you don’t have any Jews”, so I feel I can contribute to the Yiddishness of this thread.
It was fantastic–spectacular, incredible, magnificent. You get the idea. I want to see it all over again. Funny as hell (and some fresh stuff, not just the already funny as hell Holy Grail stuff). I laughed and laughed.
Oh, what the hell… ;j
I am extremely jealous and envious Rigs. I forgot to say that earlier. I could just plotz!
Wanna know what stoopid thing I did about half an hour ago? I walked out in my backyard, forgetting that I had turned the automatic sprinklers on. I was halfway across the yard and all of a sudden I remembered… :eek: too late! They all turned on me and got me soaked! So, Mr Bus Guy I see your :wally and raise you three :smack: :smack: :smack: DUH!
Wet dog smells bad. I can only imagine what wet bear smells like.
Be sure to dry off completely…don’t wanna get any mildew in that luxurious fur.