We don’t have Trader Joe’s in Canada. We do, however, have ketchup chips. I think you’re supposed to envy us.
I don’t like them, actually.
There are a couple links to the Hallowe’een 2002 costume contest I was in floating around somewhere, Bumba.
And no, I mean a low-carb potato. It was in the Toronto Star yesterday. Potato. Low-carb.
I drive (counts on fingers) an 11 yo Ford Ranger. Standard cab, electric blue, stick shift, 4X4, with shiny after-market chrome rims and big 'ole tires (15" I think? Can’t remember at the moment, and it’s raining, so I’m not going out to look).
I call it my Lezbian truck. When I got it my Girlfriend (Yes, that is Girlfriend, not girl who happens to be a friend) at the time thought it would be less sissy if I let her trick it out a little by adding the fancy chrome wheels, a lift kit and fancy shocks. She also made sure it was outfitted with a gun rack, tools, a big honking ratchet strap and a roll of heavy-duty aircraft quality duct tape and a tarp. So like a handy-type lesbian, she had pretty much anything I would need in case of an emergency. She’s dolled up with a cool faery sticker, some sparkly, dangly things from the rear-view mirror, and a blue flame steering wheel cover, because a girl likes to look pretty, too. Said Girlfriend (now ex) has recently offered to buy the truck from me because she misses it. I love my truck. It is getting a little old and worn around the edges, but the thought of trading her in on a new truck just makes me sad. It has no A/C, the heat doesn’t heat well, it is lazy starting in the mornings, the radio is acting up, and she’s been in a couple of wrecks (but always fixed right back up to new looking). I’d miss her! But she would be going to a good home. Sigh. Decisions.
Guess who owns a crock pot? Guess who’s making a pot roast right now? Squeeee! So, they didn’t have a red one but I was able to avoid one with awful vegetables clumped on the front and another that had ketchup and mustard bottles printed around the top. What’s the deal with that? Just what are people cooking in crock pots that would lead to needing ketchup and mustard? You put that stuff on hot dogs and hamburgers which are not really crock pot naturals, so I don’t see the logic in this decoration. 'Course I don’t see why you need decorations on kitchen items anyway. Kitchen Aid mixers have done it right, good design in good colors (okay the pastels are sorta iffy), no need to gum things up with kute krap.
Okay, back to the point. Pot roast. I bought a big hunk of dead cow, chuck something, that was more round and exhibiting a delightful tendancy to bondage that the other chuck something didn’t. It was well marbled which is how I choose between contestants, generally. The little booklet said to slice the veggies thin but I think that may lead to mush. I compromised with slightly chunky slices and then put in a little beef stock I had made up. It’s now cooking on my counter or burning the place down or developing a case of food poisoning, which are two things crock pots make me worry about. I’m making french bread tonight to go with it, so yum! Hopefully…
Lissla, first thing, don’t boil the computer. It’s much easier to put it in the microwave for a couple of minutes. If that won’t work, run it through the dishwasher. Second, I think I may have caught your cough. I don’t know if it actually works, but I believe my colds and such go away faster when I take echinacea. Go get yourself some of that next time. Trader Joe has some raspberry flavored chewables, and any excuse to go to TJ’s you know.
Tell us a story Uncle Ex!
Oh, I just thought of something else. Swampbear, I once read, in my Great Aunt Goldie’s 1930 something book on etiquette no less, that people who are sick in bed should have a bath before the doctor makes a house visit. A sponge bath at the very least. There ya go, CBG, sponge baths, doctors and patients, now you’ve got materials for a whole weekend with your sweet sicky.
Oh I believes ya Lissla, really I do, here’s the story even. I was just trying for a little joke.
Well my truck and I hafta go get a load of lumber now. See ya all later.
BTW, Faerie my Ranger is a black XLT extended cab with red interior, nuttin fancy about it. Yours sounds much prettier. You should keep it. Of course I tend to keep vehicles 'til they can’t hardly limp down the road any more. My truck before this’n was a Mazda and I had it for 12 years until it was burning more oil than gas.
Well, see the difference is you guys are further along in your sorta-quasi whatever you want to call it thing. CBG has stayed at your place for fun and games in the dark - this guys hasn’t made a move on me - although he said I was very cute. So - no idea if he wants to be friends or what. And I don’t know what I want.
I’m so confused. And I just ate a bag of peanut M&M’s so I’m confused and sugar-hyped. I also just drank a big bottle of diet Mountain Dew - so I’m confused, sugar-hyped, and caffeinated. It’s also Friday - so I’m confused, sugar-hyped, caffeinated, and ready to make a break for the door!
Susan
But **Swampbear[/] as Ashes, Ashes said
…baths, doctors and patients, now you’ve got materials for a whole weekend…"
I’m betting CBG feeling better doesn’t negate the fun you could still have playing doctor.
hee, hee, hee
Lessee, what can I add in the way of vehicular stories?? Well, my Aerostar is now legally registered in Maryland. No more Floriduh tag on my rear…
No cooking stories since I still don’t have a functioning kitchen.
The weather is nice. But that’s boring. And as soon as I finish surfing, I’m going to change in to grubbies and paint.
Sorry. Can’t do any better than that. I owes ya.
I don’t have a car. That’s why I have a Driving Husband!
I don’t want to go to work. They’ll make me do stuff and talk to people. Ugh.
How on earth does a person double post, hours apart? Barely worth posting once but you poor souls get treated to a double dose.
Which reminds me of Swampbear missing the point. Focus man! Put the pot roast down – doctors, sponge baths, snerkable opportunities. When you’re finished showing CBG what an angel of mercy you really are, I will have a big roast beef sammich waiting for you.
Faerie, your lesbian truck would be just a regular girl’s truck around here in farm country. Except maybe you’d have to add a sticker that read “Silly boys, don’t you know trucks are for girls?” in the back window.
Lissla, feel the envy I have for you and your ketchup chips. Somewhere on the boards, I could swear I heard that Pringles was going to come out with a ketchup flavor, but nothing except orange Halloween chips so far. I will console myself with a trip to Trader Joe’s. Ha!
AAAAHHHHHH!!! TheFaerie has 11 fingers!! AAAHHHHHH!!!1!!!one!!
How do I get me one of those stickers? Google here I come. I used to be a country music fan and I could two-step like a fiend, all night long. Does that count? My ex wanted to move to the country, but I was too much of a city girl. Now that I am getting older and like my peace and quiet, I’m starting to think the country ain’t such a bad idea.
I have only ever been to Trader Joe’s once. It was the only reason I liked LA. I’m glad they don’t have them in KS. I shudder to think what my waistline would look like! :eek:
Just posting random stuff, 'cuz swampy me to.
My husband drives a pick-'em-up truck, and I like driving it, because then I sit up high and can see everything. It’s green. He got that spray-on stuff for the truck bed. Line-X, I think? It’s black and nubbly. It’s cool.
I drive a Saturn wagon. It’s green, too. We match. We didn’t plan it that way, so we’re not one of those pathetic dorky couples or anything. I had mine first, and green was the only color it came in that I liked (the other colors were white, silver, copper, purple and tan), and when he got his truck, he needed it right away, and the only ones they had on the lot with the extended cab and 4WD were either green or white, and he didn’t want white, so green it was.
I got to wear jeans to work today. It was our Fall Farm Field Trip. Lots O’ fun!
We’re going camping with the Cub Scouts in a couple of weeks. I’m alternating dreading it and looking forward to it. I like camping, and it should be fun, but the Wolf group (2nd graders, a year younger than my son, who’s a Bear) is a HUGE group, 25 of them, and some of them are kind of bratty. It’s a family trip, so the parents have to be there, and siblings of all ages will be there, so it’ll be a little crazy… The kids tend to get a little out of control on the big camping trips.
Is that all?
Good TV tonight. Joan Of Arcadia and Third Watch!
Yeah, baby!
T’chuh Faerie, only old truck driving people listen to country music. Next you’ll be suggesting they actually put stuff in the big box behind the seats or something crazy like that. Now get outta the way-- they’ve got to go pick up their fave Guns ‘n’ Roses cd at Sharona’s before they go out to the dunes and drink beer while trying to run over rabbits.
Actually, Swampy, I’d have a burgundy S-10, because the first new car I ever bought was a burgundy '86 Olds Cutlass Ciera. Burgundy is a kewl color. Hell, I’d drive one of those pink Mary Kay cars just so I could name it ‘Floyd’.
Not having met you in person (yet; but we gotta hoist a couple sometime), I picture you as a HCHM (Hairy Chested He Man), and a HCHM is not afraid to drive a pickup with home painted doors that don’t quite match. The only difference is, I’ll bet the interior of yours is loaded with all the extras, and in immaculate condition.
A computer geek like me can count to 32 on one hand. Comes in handy walking laps on a 1/15 mi track at the Y, and your daily quota is 2 miles…
Except for the time I was on lap 22, and this overaerobicized prune started giving me hell for showing everyone ‘The Shocker’. :eek:
Ketchup is evil. Yuck! And ketchup chips sound worse than–I can’t even think of something bad enough for them to be worse than!
I once said that I felt very competent and capable when I was driving a truck, and a friend said that that was the reason I’d never own one. I’m still trying to decide if he insulted me, or just had a keen insight into my psyche. the closest I’ve ever owned to a truck is a Jeep Cherokee, and I only bought that because I was moving to Alaska. Some girls want trucks, this girl wants a Jag.
Let’s see… sour cream and onion, sour cream and bacon, cheese, loaded baked potato, all dressed, dill pickle, cracked pepper and sea salt, ketchup, pizza, jalepeno, roasted garlic…
Can’t remember any of the other common flavours right now. There’s a candy shop nearby that sells imported British crisps- lamb and mint, steak with pepper, curry. They’re very expensive. I don’t think I’m going to get any.
We went over our budget together last night, and I don’t think Mr. Lissar can afford to get me a brithday present. 
It’s silly, but I feel a little depressed about it.
[QUOTE=Lissla Lissar
We went over our budget together last night, and I don’t think Mr. Lissar can afford to get me a brithday present. It’s silly, but I feel a little depressed about it.[/QUOTE]
Darlin’, try to remember Lazarus Long’s prescription for a happy marriage–budget the luxuries first!
However, surely Mr. Lissar is clever enough to think of many wonderful gifts that have just a tiny pricetag–'cuz it’s not the price, it’s the remembrance. Then, he just needs to add in the little extras–folding and putting away all the laundry, unloading the dishwasher, letting you have the remote all night, a foot massage, a back massage, a front massage . . . well, you can see where that’s going!
This one is a bit odd, but stay with me. He could take whatever outfit he thinks looks the best on you, put it in a box and wrap it up all pretty. You get unwrap something (and be honest, it’s all about unwrapping stuff), and you get to find out what he likes you in. Then he can spend the rest of the evening telling you why you look so hot in that outfit and trying to get you to put it on so he can take it off (all my ideas seems to end up in the same place, I wonder why?).
Thanks, Kallessa. That’s a great idea. He’s already promised to learn to cook as part of my present, but that means I have to teach him, which won’t be as much fun as it sounds.
Coupons for ten massages would do nicely, as well.
Coming home to find all the housework done would be nice, too.
I’m just being whiny. I’m getting a microwave from Quasi-Daughter and Driving Husband, and new Docs from my parents, so I’ve really got nothing to complain about. And I have a Doper friend visiting- incredible birthday present! Err, don’t feel that all the rest of you have to visit this weekend, too. I mean, I love you, but my Mum would find it difficult to cook Thanksgiving dinner for… twenty? Twenty-five?
Yes, it is Thanksgiving this weekend. Proper Canadian Thanksgiving.
Is anyone else out there or have I killed this thread?
Mine too. Have we met?