Actually, I do own a French Press. It was a gift. I sometimes use it cause it’s fun. Ashes[sup]2[/sup] I hear ya about the produce massacres. I’ve seen watermelon, peanut, pecan, corn, cantaloupe and summer squash massacres. Those are just the ones I can think of off the top of my head. Then we also have at least one annual cotton massacre. To think, people say nuttin’ ever happens in the country! I do indeed remember the big collard melee. Remember, however, that you and I were sensible enough to have our own collard patches so we did not get mixed up in that unfortunate incident. It was almost as shameful as the time I witnessed two women arguing over a bushel of corn at the farmer’s market.[sub]That really did happen![/sub] Things turned right ugly. Out of all the bushels of corn sitting right there, those two were particularly taken with this one certain bushel and were both claiming it as their own. It made for some fine entertainment for everyone at the market that day.
Hee! I haven’t thought about that in almost twenty years. I was a much younger bear when this event occured.
Pikers. I don’t even have all my tax stuff in the same building, let alone ready to mail. The guvment gave us two extra days this year - I pplan to use both of them.
Was ist “Doperball”?
I am also bored–making hard boiled eggs is boring. It’s hot and humid here–waa! I like cool spring days, not frizzhead, sweat catchers.
They did? So when are they actually due? Man o Pete, I have to pay better attention in class. I don’t even get to mail mine, all on-line because the government hates us non-property owners. That’s okay, I plan to live forever and collect every penny due me, if S.S. doesn’t go bankrupt of course. Even then I’m sticking around, just to be annoying. Kinda like here.
A peanut massacre Swampy? With the vines and roots ‘n’ stuff still attached, or naked peanuts? I don’t know why it matters. I kinda understand the bushel of corn battle. I once caught myself swooping in on a watermelon I’d been eyeing, so this other guy wouldn’t steal MY watermelon.
No paper dresses Eleanor, it’s hot here this time of year and paper gets soft when it’s damp and then pretty soon I’m hiding in the bathroom trying to wrap myself in enough paper towels to make it out to my car. Otherwise, paper clothes were a fad in the sixties, right?
One more hour till my sweet baby car comes home from the shop (fingers crossed).
Here, nobody asked, but too bad–I am waiting for eggs to boil! I have nothing to do until the eggs boil.
Little Nests for Easter
3 Tbs margarine or butter
2 Tbs creamy peanut butter
3 cups mini marshmallows
5 oz chow mein noodles(plain, dry ones)
Pastel peanut M&Ms-no eating these whilst cooking
Grease heavily several cookie sheets.
Melt margarine and pnut butter in large, heavy saucepan over low heat. Add marshmallows. Once melted, add chow mein noodles; stir.
Grease hands with butter. Grab small handfuls of chowmein goop (gourmet term) and mold into vaguely nest shaped objects. Place on cookie sheets. Place 3 m&ms on each nest. May need to place a dab of pnut butter in center of nest to hold m&m’s in place.
Eat. Not all at once, trust me on this one-you will get sick.
There’s a scholarship out there for people who make their prom dresses out of duct tape. I’ve seen pictures- they look pretty cool. Although I think I’d rather make my prom dress out of fabric, thankyewverymuch. Or figure out some other kind of wild material… like making the skirt out of soda can tabs. or CDs or something.
gaaah I don’t want to work today! I want to exaggerate my Catholicness and call in and be all, “I’m terribly sorry, but I couldn’t possibly come into work on this solemn and somber super-duper holy day.” but that would just be really bad and wrong and insulting. Oh well- I’m supposed to be paid today, so maybe it’ll seem worthwhile once I get there.
Dotty it is always wise to show up to work on payday. Unless you have automatic deposit, that is.
Ashes[sup]2[/sup] they were nekkid peanuts being hauled to wherever one hauls peanuts to and the truck overturned some how or other. There were peanuts everywhere! It still wasn’t as disastrous as the big pecan massacre. Pecans are a bad, bad, bad thing all over a road cause they don’t smash so easy and they get real slick. Traffic was backed up for miles. The cotton massacre was several bales of cotton in the road which could just be picked up cause they didn’t smash. There’s always little bits of cotton all over the roadside around here during September (ginning season). We call it south Jawja snow.
Ever ridden by a cantaloupe patch that has a bunch of rotten cantaloupes in it? That ain’t pleasant at all! ICK! Still not as bad as ridin’ by a hog farm though.
The Suit. Black jacket and pants, with a black and pink diagonally striped blouse and black loafers with 1.5" heels. It was rather warmer today than I expected, though, so instead of going straight out to lunch afterward, I went back to the hotel and changed to regular clothes again. It felt surprisingly good to dress up, though. I’ll have to do it more often.
Tel, gussyin’ up is nice from time to time ain’t it? I wear business casual most days but on the days I need to get all suited up, I gotta admit, I think I’m quite the stud. Just one of those things for me.
Good luck! I know you knocked 'em dead cause, well, now you’s one of the MMP cool kids and that’s just how that goes.
Modesty belongs in the wash when you’re interviewing. Gotta have that nice confidence and self-assurance on for the occasion. Good luck with the job hunt, Tel.
Cool prom dress, Ashes. I agree that it’s advisable to avoid paper. So when’s the prom?
So, Mr Bus Guy, now that you’re not rigsy’s bus guy are you someone else’s? (Sorry if I missed this info somewhere…) Or have you gone into another field altogether?
We had greens at lunch the other day (the day we ordered in). Don’t know if they were collards, but they were yummmmy. No wrestling was involved, however.
So the nests are kind of like Rice Krispie Treats, but with chow mein noodles? Sound kinda good. Might make them for the niece and nephew.
Oh…Lissla, the kitties are so cute. I love the one of Aerin in the sink.
Rigs, here’s a whap upside the head for those meanies. I don’t get why people can’t treat other people like adults in the workplace. It’s really not that hard.
And to both Rigs and Spats, I agree that you should contact the schools you’re waiting on. I agree with whoever said you should go ahead and call them, Rigs. If it’s not in any of the documents you have from them, there’s no harm in asking and it has the additional benefit of telling them that you’re really interested. And Spats, I’d guess they have a slightly different academic calendar in Amsterdam and don’t realize that you need more details now so that you can plan for next year.
Very happy it’s Friday. Also, I’m tired.
Hope everyone who’s traveling stays safe. Think I’ll go read a book…
Tomorrow is going to be another “headless chicken” day. First, put a load of laundry in the machine, then I see my therapist. Then rush home, throw the laundry in the dryer and head out in the other direction for a committee meeting for the chorus. Then shop for those last minute things I know I need but keep forgetting to buy. Then hair & nails. Then come home, take the stuf out of the dryer, pack, and collapse.
Sunday, I’m picking my cousin up at the train around 11 am, and we’re hitting the road. Right now, I am going to go listen to Rachel Ray giggle at herself while I give myself a facial (that’s the nice version - TMI vesion upon request)
I do indeed remember the big collard melee. Remember, however, that you and I were sensible enough to have our own collard patches so we did not get mixed up in that unfortunate incident. It was almost as shameful as the time I witnessed two women arguing over a bushel of corn at the farmer’s market.[sub]That really did happen![/sub] Things turned right ugly. Out of all the bushels of corn sitting right there, those two were particularly taken with this one certain bushel and were both claiming it as their own. It made for some fine entertainment for everyone at the market that day.