Tell me Lissla, is it true that Canadians canoe everywhere? Like down the office hallways, trapping corporate drones for their valuable designer suits? Why doesn’t the Comedy Channel still show the Kids in the Hall anymore? Le sigh.
All of you offering to canoodle willy nilly with each other, for shame! Do your parents know what yer up to? What kind of example are you for the younguns? And can I canoodle too? I want to be in the blue canoodle though, in the middle of all the experienced canoodlers, just in case I canoodle too wildly and am abruptly thrown away from my fellow canoodlers. That way the canoodlers in the rear can pick me up and canoodle me to safety. I wouldn’t want to be a head canoodler because that’s just dangerous. There’s no such thing as safe head canoodling ya know. So it’s canoodling in the number two spot for me.
Gaze upon me-- Ashes, Vanquisher of Schmootz and Dust Bunnies Extraordinaire! It is an awesome sight to see-- the Great and Mighty Ashes, grasping the handle of her Valiant Vaccuum Valerie in one hand, the Duster of Doom in the other. Gunk of all sorts grovel for mercy before me, but I heed their piteous whining not at all! Feh-- even when you put it that way, it’s still just cleaning house.
I made spinach and lemon couscous with a nice tagine (chicken) o’er it. Plus alfredo sauce with prosciutto and marinated artichoke hearts over farfalle, cause that’s the only pasta I had 'cept lasagna. I officially have lunch for the next millenium in my freezer. No ice cream, just mango sorbet, which needed lemon.
Autumn starts about two weeks after Halloween around here, if we’re lucky. Summer starts around the first week or two of march. Do you know how strange it is to buy a new fall sweater when it’s a hundred and forty outside?
Swampy, please to explain the non <snerk> butt. I think I knew once but even if I did, nobody ever smoked it, <snerkable> or not, thanks to my grandfather and the great turkey-smoking incident of '67. Which was imminently not <snerkable> not even to the dog.
Ashes [sup]2[/sup] I am confused. Do you want me to eplain how to <snerk> smoke butts <snerk>? Do you want to know what kind of <snerk> butt got smoked <snerk>? Please inform.
Katcha thought it was really funny when I’d wiggle in my seat making the canoe feel all tippy. It wasn’t though. We weren’t anywhere near tippy enough to fall in the river. But the canoe was all wiggly and that was fun.
Shibb, arms “normal for a boy his age” don’t make for good paddling. He wasn’t a lot of help. But he tried, and that’s what’s important.
Yes. We do canoe everywhere, except in winter. In winter we use dogsleds. Winter starts in late August. The Lissar household uses our cats for sled pulling. We don’t get anywhere, on account of them lying down and napping all the time. Whenever I go south I have to sleep in the freezer, or I don’t feel comfortable.
Sadly, the last is almost true. I hate heat. It’s too warm today! Make it autumn!
Now it’s time to do the dishes and tidy the fridge. Sadly, Quasi-Daughter has gone back to university, so I have to tidy my own fridge this week. She won’t be back until the weekend. I didn’t bake the cinnamon buns yesterday, so I’ll do that and a pot roast today. Tomorrow maybe spaghetti or mac’n’cheese. Or ramen. Somehow we have about a gazillion packages of Sapporo Ichiban.
I used to enjoy the whole canoeing thing when I was a kid. For about five minutes of each trip.
You see, my Dad was a great believer in Canoeing As A Character-Building Exercise, and it was usually presented as part of Camping As A Character-Building Exercise. In Dadworld, those well groomed state-run camping facilities are for wussies, and we would always end up camping out in the back of beyond where nobody had been since last deer season. And we invariably needed a canoe to get there.
So we would load up the canoes with our Character-Building Gear, and then Build Some Character for a couple of hours, then get out and set up said gear, then Build Some Character for a week or so while we learned to dig fire pits and build lean-tos and all the stuff we were supposed to learn in Boy Scouts but never did because we were too busy blowing air into plastic CPR dummies or some such thing. Then at the end of the week we had to load up the canoes and Build Some More Character if we ever expected to see home again.
Who am I kidding? Those trips were always lots of fun. Especially when compared with Lawn Care As A Character-Building Exercise.
Snerkiness:
Backstory: we have a loud talker in our cubefarm, and sometimes as a diversion to get through the day we mutter answers as if we were on the phone with her.
Actual conversation in the cubefarm:
Voice over in next cube aisle: (on phone) Large sausage for [insert name here]!
VOINCA: No. Large! Sausage!
Cubemate1: snort! giggle.
VOINCA: No. Large! Sausage!
Mia: <snerk>! Surpressing laughter. Side. Hurts.
VOINCA: Yes a large sausage! For [INSERT NAME HERE]!!
Mia: (eating trail mix) I’m gonna choke. (gets up to get a glass of water, comes back still trying not to laugh)
Cubemate2: You’re gonna what?
Mia: Choke.
Cubemate2: On what?
Mia: <snerk> Seeds.
Cubemate1: snerk
Mia: (laughing pretty hard now) It’s time for an ‘meeting’, you need a cigarette right Cubemate1? Let’s go down stairs. giggle.
I used to canoe when I was a kid. It was a lot of fun. I only ever got to do it while at summer camp, but still it was cool. We canoed out on Puget Sound and one time we even canoed right next to a pod of orcas. It was quite cool. Before we got to go out on the open Puget Sound though, we had to do learn all the canoing safety stuff. I always passed with flying colors.
While we didn’t canoe this weekend, we did go out on the boat for skiing and tubing yesterday. Fall is most definitely in the air. The light is different somehow, and temps are definitely very cool at night. I can actually smell a difference in the air, and on Saturday I noticed that some of the decidous tree leaves are turning red.
Tomorrow the kids start school. They are not thrilled. I always used to kinda look forward to the first day of school. By the time school rolled around again, I was ready to go back. Of course, since my daughter is in 10th grade, her graduating class is the first to be required to pass the 10th grade WASL in each subject to graduate. This is in addition to her culmination project and all her classes. She’s a smart kid, but she’s slightly worried and highly irked.
I talked to a couple of people Sunday about kayaking, and what it costs to get set up.
Mostly I wanted everyone to know that VunderWife is in the hospital. It was expected, and A Good Thing, she had her own gastric bypass today. It went welll, and when I left her, she was mostly out from under the anesthetic and bitching about everything, which is normal for her.
It that was said to me by anyone else, a response with the proper amount of dignity and manners would be “My ass!”. However, Swampio, it’ll probably get you lathered up… ;)
To hijack this further, Swampy, I obtained a little publication at church yesterday called The Lutheran Handbook. It’s a hoot, and I don’t think it was meant to be. The very first thing I see when I open it up was a bit of advice that when being burned at the stake, make sure the firewood piled around your feet is seasoned, not green. It’ll make a hotter fire, and death will come quicker.
We used to live on a small man-made lake in FL, and my inlaws had a canoe that they kept at our place. I went out in it once. I was not impressed - especially when a certain spousal unit decided I needed to go swimming. He thinks that’s funny. I didn’t punish him, as far as you know.
For those who didn’t read the tail end of last week’s MMP, I was busy, and the fruits of our labors are shown in this photo and the ones that follow it. I’m very pleased with the results. I also spent a couple of hours or so raking and mulching last year’s leaves. I now need a weekend to recuperate from my weekend.
Tomorrow afternoon, my sweetie gets shot in the neck - it’s a cortisone shot, in the hopes of avoiding spinal surgery. Any and all good thoughts would be appreciated. I don’t like having to take my sweetie to the hospital…
Oh explain the whole butt smoking experience Swampy, from birth of the butt to erm… butt delivery.
I admire the training that must have gone into your cat sledding team, Lissla. I mean, I’ve herded my share of cats, and *that * was hell. I shudder to think of what breaking a cat to harness is like, and those teeny little bits to put in their mouths! And shoes! Thank goodness they’ve come out with those new glue-able shoes. Nailing in the old ones could deafen you, with all the caterwauling.
For burning at the stake Bobbio, does the booklet recommend soft wood or hard? I think I’d like a nice applewood and maybe some of those color-making salts. Might as well be aromatic and sparkly as I’m reduced to ashes. I wonder whom might make soap from me? Charge lots, please.
Do they put the needle in his spine or just his neck, FCM? Because one is much more alarming than the other, and neither a walk in the park. My mom had shots for her knee that worked until just a few weeks ago when she had a replacement. I don’t think they can do that with your neck though.
Pistachio pudding in cake mix makes green, slightly pistachio flavored cake, but I need a source of real pistachio flavor. You’d be surprised how difficult a quality pistachio flavor vendor is to find. Or not.