Ok, I’m back. I must have taken the cookies out of my purse, because I can only find two and I know I grabbed more than that. But here’s what we’ve got:
Life Is Art, Your Every Thought
And Action Is Your Unique Creation.
and:
You are going to have a very
comfortable old age.
No lucky numbers. Hmm. Those weren’t very good. How disappointing. I was sort of hoping they’d be dirty, considering the kind of party it was.
<snerk>IN BED!<snerk>
<snerk>IN BED!<snerk>
I reupped yesterday, btw. I’m here for a whole nother year!
Mmmmmmmm, key lime pie. I LOVES me some key lime pie! Where is mine Swampy ?
I need to go get some lunch. Just got out of a meeting and my stomach was making growly sounds the entire time. It was embarrassing.
Da boss made the key lime pie. Swampy don’t bake. Ok, swampy bakes cookies, biscuits, sweet tater, buttermilk and pecan pies, cheese straws, mac and cheese, chicken, chicken pie, cornbread dressing, taters and sweet taters and some other stuff. I just ain’t one of them hard core bread, big dessert type bakers. There’s a point in all this somewhere.
Taters I’m gonna be makin’ my travel plans for Seattle next week sometime. I’ll start to know more bout the whoses and whatses of the trip then
The almighty Jungle Jim’s usually carries Key limes, so whenever I venture over there, I manage to pick up a few for pie. Surprisingly, Key lime pie and a bottle of Red Stripe make for a delicious dessert.
Swampy, that is a freaking brilliant idea for work get togethers. We normally just have pizza and garlic bread and salad brought in.
OATMEAL UPDATE: Had the stuff again this morning, with Benecol and cinammon. I’m thinking of throwing some Splenda in there, because that was just bland this morning.
Another question, if you folks can indulge me a bit. Ms. Ministriker is not getting candy from the bunny this year, or if she does, it will be in very limited amounts. We are stuck in a quandary about what to fill her basket with though… and please don’t say peeps, they are not allowed in my home.
Ms. Ministriker needs jellybeans in her basket. It’s just not Easter without jellybeans. And those chocolate foil-wrapped eggs… Those are good. Almost as good as Reece’s Eggs. I really like the peanut butter eggs. And you know what else is good in an Easter Basket?
PEEPS!
But not red Peeps (which you can only get at Target). The red was just for emphasis. Yellow Peeps are best. You can’t go wrong with a yellow Peep. But yellow type is harder to read than red, so I used red so you could see it, not so you’d go to Target and buy red Peeps, because yellow Peeps are better.
Peeps are gross. I’m sorry, Rue. I have tried them several times, on your recommendation, but they’re still gross.
An Easter basket without cady or chocolate?! Uh, a book? Some cheap fun jewelry? A bunny? A large attack Doberman-chihuahua mix? Pink deely-boppers? I’m stumped.
How does **Ms. Ministriker ** feel about jewelry? No, I’m not talking diamonds here, but you can find all kinds of cute sparklies at Claire’s and its ilk. Or maybe a small toy or puzzle, or cute socks or something that makes noise, or bubbles - yeah, bubbles are always cool!
OR a BRAND NEW CAR!!! 
You’re welcome.
…or a chandelier…
Inspired by another thread…
How about a pony? In a nice big basket.
Susan
Soap?
TS how bout some of those cute little girly hair thingies. Scrunchies I think they’re called? And I second FCM’s suggestion about some sparkly bangles and such. Pink shoelaces? Cute little girly stuff and of course some chocolate. An Easter basket just has to have a chocolate Easter bunny in it. How bout a bag of those pastel M&Ms that can be doled out over time? Hair ribbons? Those finger paint things that only work on special paper? A cute stuffed pink bunny? Stocks? Bonds? Securities? Heck, I don’t know.
One of the things we do best at work is eat. We loves to bring in stuff every once in a while and have a big ol’ staff potluck lunch. Or sometimes bring in different kinds of munchies and just set em out in the break room for day long snackin’.
Have I ever told y’all that since I put in the pool that I have a yearly staff pool party? We do it on a Friday afternoon. We close around 2 pm and everybody comes out and munches on munchies and drinks assorted alcoholic and nonalcoholic beverages and plays in the pool for several hours. I am the hit staff social of the season. Course I don’t have to supply all of the goodies cause we have a fund (actually a budgeted item) for three or four get togethers each year. Normally, I’d hate that but I like most of the people I work with so I’ll even let em come to my house. Even let em come inside to use the bathroom. I’m generous like that.
Oh Lissla, the grossness is the practically the whole point of Peeps. Biting they leel haids off is another point, and then there’s the minor points like roasting them, microwave puffery, and my theory that if I eat enough Peeps, the preservatives will keep me alive forever. Vampire Peeps!
One more day til spring break. There are not enough 'yay’s in the world.
[QUOTE=swampbearOne of the things we do best at work is eat. We loves to bring in stuff every once in a while and have a big ol’ staff potluck lunch. Or sometimes bring in different kinds of munchies and just set em out in the break room for day long snackin’.
Have I ever told y’all that since I put in the pool that I have a yearly staff pool party? We do it on a Friday afternoon. We close around 2 pm and everybody comes out and munches on munchies and drinks assorted alcoholic and nonalcoholic beverages and plays in the pool for several hours. I am the hit staff social of the season. Course I don’t have to supply all of the goodies cause we have a fund (actually a budgeted item) for three or four get togethers each year. Normally, I’d hate that but I like most of the people I work with so I’ll even let em come to my house. Even let em come inside to use the bathroom. I’m generous like that.[/QUOTE]
I’m glad you let people use your bathroom. I actually went to someone’s house for a barbeque and he wouldn’t let people use the bathroom in his house. He rented a port-a-potty. Granted, the house was pretty old, and there were probably 30 to 40 people present, and maybe the plumbing was old, but sheesh. I like to wash my hands after I use the bathroom and that meant going in the house anyway.
TS, the child must have some sort of chocolate; those are the RULES and they cannot be broken. Well, unless there’s a food allergy or something like that involved. There have been many good suggestions so far; well except for the peeps, those are just gross. I used to buy a new spring and/or summer outfit for each of my kids to go along with the Easter Basket. We’re “heathens” and don’t go to church so I’ve never had to really worry about some fancy Easter outfit. When the kids were babies and tots I’d dress them up real nice like. If I tried that now, I’d get the following looks from the kids: :eek: :rolleyes: :dubious: It just isn’t worth the fight.
Well, back to work. I have a tasker that I have some time for, but…the problem is we don’t record our data that way. I’m going to have to be creative and analytic (that doesn’t look like it’s spelled right).
[Dave Barry]
I Am Not Making This Up
When my Mom was still breathing, whenever she had a pool party, she made us, her own flesh and blood, go pee by the pine tree outside instead of using the inside bathroom. She didn’t want us tracking water inside.
[/Dave Barry]
Mom, of course, no longer walks this earth. Until my sister gets off her ass and sells her old house to pay me my part of the estate (long boring story about equity swaps), half of that pool is mine. I remind her of that on a regular basis, even though the pool is 800 miles from me. VunderSister usually counters that by saying I can only swim in my half of the pool; it’s on the bottom.
Oh, and for anyone who cares, I went to the surgeon’s seminar for my proposed gastric bypass. 80 minutes of live infomercial, and 20 of substantive stuff that I really cared about. Nothing has scared me off so far…
Thanks ** Scout**, I shall scour that site for my elusive Skeletor undies! And then everyone will know I have the (opposite of) THE POWER OF GREYSKULL in my pants! Woo woo!
Swampy What self respectin’ man DOESN’T want two husbands? That way when Cooks Great Dinner wife wants someone to carry the shopping cart down the stairs(!), then Danger Husband doesn’t have to do it for her, he (I) can just rope in one of the spare husbands. Y’see, it’s brilliant I tells ya, BRILLIANT! And I think I’d want a Makes good Cheesecake husband too, cos Cooks Great Dinner wife won’t make Cheesecake. She won’t even make Pavlova! I misses me some Pavlova (with whipped cream on top, and some passionfruit and kiwifruit slices. Yummo!)
Hey, I want a Tornado Watch! Is it self-winding? Does it have a day/month function? A stop-watch? (Note to self: avoid any jokes about blowing and big things to hold on to).
Well thank 'e kindly Ms Wintermute (and Ex and everyone else too), actually, I’ve missed all of you too! I just kept missing the MMP (excuses, excuses).
Which ponders the question, why do people say ‘stop making excuses’? I mean, if you didn’t have an excuse, wouldn’t that mean you didn’t do something just cos you were a dick? At least if you have an excuse you can argue that you’re not a complete dick. Couldn’t you? (Unless you were s’posed to be a dick, then I guess you wouldn’t need excuses, you could just say, ‘Because’, or even ‘Ugh’).
Oh, and 'mute, I think that sweater-dress looks lovely. But watch you don’t snag it on any loose nails or nuttin’, or you’ll unravel like a comedic foil in a Tex Avery cartoon. woo woo!
I had Oatmeal for brekky. But we call it Porridge. But I wrote about that yesterday, so I’ll just say, I had porridge for breakfast. With Milk. and Brown Sugar. #1Dangerson complained until I let him have some too. He was eating his breakfast of sugar-pop candy-cereal, so he shouldn’t have wanted Porridge. I guess he must be some kind of health freak or something. Yeah, that must be it!
Susan… Corporate icon birthday? What was I saying about Corporate Ragnorok!?! IT COMES!!! IT COMES!!!
What’s Key Lime Pie? Is that like Key West Pie? Wouldn’t the keys damage the enamel on your teeth? And how do you swallow? Good god man! People need to know!!!
Oh, oh, oh… I’m going on a HIKE this weekend! Around McRitchie Reservoir, which is s’posed to be jungle and stuff. There’ll be mosquitoes (beware the dengue fever) and cobras, and mongooses (mongeese?) and MONKEYS!!! But they might be evil monkeys which kind of freaks me out… a bit.
‘Yikes!’ I shall say, ‘Yikes!’
I even prepared and stuff! I went out last night and bought a backpack (it’s black, so it makes me look like a Ninja, but not an invisible one) with a water-bag in the lining, so’s I can hike and have water, or pop. I wonder how hyper I’d be if I put pop in my water bag for the hike! I might take a sandwich too, they’re always good for tropical hikes through the jungle.
Remind me to report on the jungle expedition when (if) I return!
THIS is why I’m THE DANGERGENE!!!
I should do some work now… really I should.
Hiya, Dangergene. Don’t think we’ve met. I’m newish to the MMP.
** swampy!!** When are you coming back? Are you booked for the whole time you’re here? Will you save me a piece of wedding cake? (Unless, of course, it’s icky cake. I’ve had icky cake, and I don’t want some more.)
I am officially not selling my husband. He just presented me with wood <snerk!> We’re redecorating the house (I told y’all all about that, right?) and I wanted hardwood floors in the ex-dining-room-to-be-a-conservatory and the foyer and the hallway. I secretly longed for hardwood floors also in the family room and the ex-formal-living-room-to-be-a-great-room-kinda, but hardwood floors are very 'spensive and I didn’t want to push my luck. So I contented myself with the prospect of new carpeting instead. The WryGuy went over the budget tonight, made a few calls and asked me if I wanted hardwood in ALL the rooms on this side of the house, 'cause he figured out we can afford it, if we hold off on re-carpeting our bedroom until next spring.
I can SO live with that.
So he’s not for sale.
My mother-in-law eats oatmeal/porridge with SALSA. She says she likes it that way, and I would argue with her, but she gave me such a nice husband…
I’m only selling ONE of my husbands, LifeOnWry. You can have him. I take payment in chocolate and booze. He may be able to paint rooms and lay hardwood flooring. He works part-time for his Dad’s construction/installation company.
Has Ex jilted me? He hasn’t replied. I have generously accepted his offer and everything! I told Mr. Lissar I might be acquiring yet another husband, and he asked if he even knows this one. I said no.
Ex, for verisimilitude you may have to come play computer games with all the other husbands some day. That’s mostly what they do together- either hit each other or play computer games. And you get to buy me a KitchenAid mixer! I formally allow you to go to Target!
LOW I’ll be in Chicago, Schaumburg acutally, on April 8 and 9. I’m flying out on the 10th. On Friday (the eighth) I gotta do a family thing for the wedding. The wedding is at 4 pm on Saturday with a reception and all to follow. I have no idea how long all this carrying on will be but surely it’ll all be said and done by around eight. I mean, I lurve my niece and all but just how long can a wedding and reception/dinner thing go on, right? So, I’m thinking I’ll be free by around eight Saturday evening.
There are now 126 boats registered for the big Bass Tournament. That’s 252 fisher type persons. We may have thunderstorms on Saturday. Won’t that be fun! Bass boats on a big lake and thunderstorms. Could a fund raiser get any better than that!?
SCHAUMBURG? SCHAUMBURG? That’s right down the street from me!
You should know, though, that I have seen 10AM weddings go on 'til the wee smalls. But if you’re not overcome by champagne fumes, I’m up for a meeting.