At my workplace, a bigbox store initially WM, we’ve been playing a DVD set of old C’mas specials (Rudolph & Santa Claus Is Coming to Town mostly) and it occurred to me how many of the starring voice-actors are dead- Burl Ives in Rudolph, Fred Astaire in Santa- now Mickey Rooney & Shirley Jones are still around but Mickey’s not looking too good (then again, he is still struggling with Abe Vigoda over the direction of this country G). Anyway, it just made me sad.
Btw, re the Family Polka Show’s departure, I of course have never seen it or even had the opportunity BUT the demise of local TV is one of my pet peeves. I actually cherish local news shows!
Great OP, fcm. Very nostalgic. Lots of Poles in my neck of the woods growing up. I think all the kids could wing a Polka. It was fun!
Update on my dad: We needed to hire an aide for the 11 to 7 hours of the weekend as it is very painful for him to stay for long in one position. His doctor signed the paperwork to get him into the nursing facility this morning and Nurse Debbie[sup]TM[/sup] went to pick it up and hand deliver it. A nurse must then go assess my dad. Please, lord, let it be today.
I’ve been studying the SS web site as he needs a replacement SS card and copies of their last income statement for his Medicaid application. This is just one heck of a mountain of paperwork.
My Jeep is in the body shop as of this morning getting a new [del]butt[/del] bumper.
Off to order a Black & Decker Air Station Portable for one of Mr. Anachi’s Xmas presents. Do you think a photo copy of it from the Depot’s web site is a strong hint?
I like their notebooks. I have an Inspiron 9100 myself. It’s a behemoth (being one of their few “desktop replacement” models) but it’s great. Perfect as a second computer that can also be taken anywhere around the house.
I wish I’d been born in the polka-dancing era. I love dances that actually have steps to them - like contra-dancing, or the Ceilidh. So much fun!
So, this is my first time posting to a MMP thread. Right now I am trying to get through two final papers. The pressure of my first quarter as a MA student has finally caught up to me and now I have a cold. Perfect timing!
So, didja miss me? I can only offer an apology for being such a bad MMPer of late. End of term and all, I suppose. Yeah, that’s right: I have one more exam today and then I go home tomorrow. WHOO! Speaking of Penn Station, that’s where I’ll be arriving tomorrow evening, and then going home with my dad.
FCM, great MMP. I don’t listen to polka and you had me feeling wistful by the end. Why did the show actually stop a few weeks ago?
I’m not even going to try to post all of the puns I should have been. Instead, here’s today’s.
Drae, the library sounds great! Pics?
Welcome, HazelNut!
Now I think I’m off to continue playing the new Zelda game that’s had me sucked in for weeks.
One of my friends is Polish but doesn’t really like polkas. As a kid on car trips, his parents would give him and his brother the choice of listening to polkas or Abba. So as a result he’s a huge Abba fan.
That’s the entire extent of my knowledge of polkas. One story from a friend. Oh well.
Three days of work this week then off to get married! I’m not sure whether to be Yay! or Eeek!
I was thinking as I typed it that I didn’t take pics, but I still have to buy and assemble one more matching bookcase, put away three boxes of random crap (two of which, I believe, are Roomie’s), and hang up pictures and stuff. It’s not done yet, you see.
Of course, that might have something to do with the fact that I spent all day yesterday sitting on the couch, crocheting a blanket for my bed and watching the first season of Bones.
Great OP, FCM. I didn’t grow up listening to polkas, more like Hee-Haw. I can still remember the lyrics to the repeating songs like:
Where oh where are you tonight?
Why did you leave me here all alone?
I searched the world over and I thought I’d found true love.
But you met another and PTHHP! you was gone.
Heh. Great memories of watching that, while Daddy grilled steaks outside with us kids hanging out with him. That was the only night he cooked.
Welcome, Haze!
I missed ya, Spats! I missed the early morning eyerolls! Need my exercise, you know!
OOOH! Does this mean we’ll have an upcoming wedding/honeymoon MMP taxi? Of course it does because you shall have to share all the details (well, not the naughty honeymoon stuff) with us. It’s a rule.
Welcome FriarTed (though I do believe you’ve posted in the MMP before) and HazelNutCoffee! Do post whatever random stuff you feel the need to post. The MMP exists so we don’t clutter MPSIMS with a jillion threads a week about everything.
Oh and as the official MMP Dad I have to do the following:
HazelNutCoffee, young lady, a cold is no excuse not to finish those papers. Take some, whatever that cold medicine stuff is, and get back in there and finish those papers. NOW! And stop rolling those eyes. Do you want to end up crosseyed?
See, it’s my job to make sure all you kids get your homework done. Just ask rigs.
Puggy all appropriate appendages are crossed for grampus gettin’ in the nursing facility today. Sounds like he really needs to be in ASAP poor guy.
Tigs and Ex, my old, ancient one step up from an abacus laptop died a year ago. Dell is offering no interest for twelve months right now, so I took the plunge. This one is all spiffy and fast, so I can take it with me when traveling so I can [del]keep up with the MMP[/del] be more efficient on the job. I’ll pay what I need to monthly until the income tax refund comes in then pay it off. Then I’ll start planning on the new flooring I want for the swampcave. It’s a part of my overall financial strategy to always be payin’ for sump’n.
A fellow Bones watcher! I’ve never seen any discussion of Bones in CS, so I always assumed I was the only one who watched the show. I love that show, although it interferes with my dinner-eating schedule - I usually eat dinner while I’m watching TV at night, but Bones and food do not mix. <insert pukey smilie here>
Yeah, we had a problem when our Chinese food was delivered last night, but we all looked away from the screen and powered through. I always wanted to watch it because I thought it would be fun to see David Boreanaz be somebody besides Angel, and it took me over a year to finally watch an episode–and then my roommate promptly went out and purchased the entire first season. I really like the show, but then, I’m a sucker for a scientific investigation drama, no matter how implausible it occasionally seems.
And isn’t it funny how, if there’s no CS thread about it, we automatically assume nobody watches it? How odd.
I have no polka memories. When I was growing up, recorded music was of the devil. :rolleyes: Actually, any music, besides singing hymns, was satanic. So were Christmas and Easter, for that matter. My parents were members of the Worldwide Church of God, and just about everything was influenced by Satan. Except us, of course, we were the chosen ones. That’s why we had to stock up on food supplies and toilet paper since the world would be ending any minute. I have one particularly vivid memory of shopping for the Apocalypse at Albertsons, I think because they were one of the only places you could buy generic food. And toilet paper, lots and lots of toilet paper.
Hee. Someone did a nationwide BCC to all administrative personnel by accident, and now everyone is responding by hitting reply all. It must be Monday, eh? I wonder if they’ll manage to crash the servers. That poor woman’s inbox is going to overflow, at least.
Puggy, I’m thinking good thoughts and hope everything gets taken care of expeditiously.
I had a very very MMPer noc last night (noc). I went to sleep (already we are in MMP territory) and I had a dream. I dreamed about this one guy, Dave-who I dislike-he’s a friend of my husband’s. He thinks alot of himself. Anyway, I had this dream that we (Dave and I) were talking about going to a porn convention (see, I DO read other forums!). He started talking about his marriage and how he wants to get some “stuff” at the convention to help him and Cathy. I chimed in with, “yeah-how about some nipple clamps?”* and then my dream shifted.
This is where it gets MMP…I dreamt that I was posting this conversation to the MMP. I even dreamt how I would approach the subject and everything.
This is very weird (to me).
Home from grocery store where I had a bagger who was kind of a jerk, but I am rising above such things. I am off to write the heretofore unknown by me to be required process paper–I have to write all about my experience in the group project. Gah. and gack.
*this is hysterical if you knew me-I am not interested in porn and not interested in nipple clamps-indeed, I would not know what one looks like!
Polkas. My first dance at a wedding was with an Aunt to a polka. Good Times. Not being from a Polish family, I never understood. My wife’s family is Polish though, and I learned fast. I learned not to even try to keep up with the guys drinking Vodka at the bar at weddings; it just wasn’t possible. I learned that stuffed cabbage was ‘Gwumpky’(Sp.) and that light cookies sprinkled with fine baker’s sugar was called ‘Krishisky’(Sp.) and that all the world was in search of a Kielbasa store that made it the way they used to when ‘Stosh’ was little*.
*There’s a little store in Passaic, around the corner from the hall where Jimmy Sturr used to play, that is pretty darned close, from what I’m told. You can smell the Hickory smoke a block away and 90% of all business there is conducted in Polish. You can order in English, and a girl will come out from the back to take your order (and the rest of the customers will look at you with contempt and distrust). The new Kielbasa comes out on Fridays, and whenever I go, I end up with a list of 10 people to buy for. All I know is that you boil the Kielbasa, you fry the Kabanos, you never take the last Gwumpky and God Help you if you forgot to buy the Rye bread…
Ew. Just the thought of nipple clamps makes the girls wince!
Great OP, FCM. I’m afraid I don’t know much about polka - isn’t the “Chicken Dance” a polka? I have often wondered why it is played at hockey games in the Deep South - I guess it’s a hockey tradition.
Welcome, HazelNutCoffee! I suppose someone should warn you that various posters will play with your name until they find a suitable (or “un”) nickname for you. So if you wind up being called something that bears only a passing resemblance to your name, don’t be suprised.
I am kinda bummed - the Coach’s show has moved. The former location was almost within walking distance of my house, and the new location is over the river in Alabama. Grrr. It was really nice having it so close. And I have to go tonight 'cause there is an executive board meeting afterwards. Double Grrrrr.
The father of Mr. SCL’s patient sent me the most beautiful plant arrangement for my birthday - ponesettias… whatever…those red Christmas flowers and ivy and other green plants. It is really pretty and I am sure I will kill it because this house is a cave and doesn’t get much sun. It has very deep eaves. Turns out the family had a daughter born on my birthday, but she died. I thought it was very sweet of him. This almost 75-year old gentleman got an 8-point buck a few weeks ago and packed it about 15 miles by himself! The entire family is really remarkable to have withstood so much pain without becoming bitter. They had 4 kids and have lost 3 of them, and the last one is paralyzed.
I need to empty cat boxes and mail a book for PaperbackSwap. This cup of coffee is so strong it is trying to climb out of the cup, but it hasn’t had the desired effect of waking me up.
Praying for the Anachis Grampus. Well, continuing to pray.
Nipple clamps? :eek:
I was re-reading Housekeeping Vs. The Dirt at the laundromat, for people who keep track of such things. I think I’ll borrow What Good are the Arts? on Nick Hornby’s suggestion. His suggestions are usually good. Actually, reading his stuff on writing makes me want to send him copies of all my favourite books. I think he’d be flattered, and he might even read some of them, although he says that science fiction makes him cry because he can’t understand any of it. It shatters his ego.
Do I have to go to work? Really? I could stay home and lounge. It’s nice and chilly and wintery, and if I go to work I will be surrounded by Complaining Co-Workers.
Witaj Count Blucher! Don’t believe I’ve seen you up in the MMP before. Then again, I have the attention span of a gnat on crack so what do I know.
rigs don’t think I’m not keepin’ an eye on you young lady! Now get yer mind outta the gutter and go write that paper. I swear that child will do anything to try and get out of doing her school work.
MMMMMM… kielbasa. I have a recipe that involves kielbasa, potatoes, onions, olive oil and whipping cream. The temps are supposed to be cool all week so this will be supper one night. I even have kielbasa!
I can only offer an apology for being such a bad MMPer of late. End of term and all, I suppose. Yeah, that’s right: I have one more exam today and then I go home tomorrow. WHOO! Speaking of Penn Station, that’s where I’ll be arriving tomorrow evening, and then going home with my dad.
I always wanted to watch it because I thought it would be fun to see David Boreanaz be somebody besides Angel, and it took me over a year to finally watch an episode–and then my roommate promptly went out and purchased the entire first season. I really like the show, but then, I’m a sucker for a scientific investigation drama, no matter how implausible it occasionally seems.