Just jumping in (timidly) to not be so stalker-lurkish. I get a kick out of the MMP every week, but my life seems so mundane that I don’t bore y’all with it until something thrilling happens.
Take this weekend for example.
I worked. As in work I brought home to do. Saturday night we met the Bus Kid and her friend for Vanilla Bean cheesecake at Friday’s. Some friends joined us, and we drank beer and ate.
See? That was the high point of my weekend.
The “low” point? The high school musical presentation of Music Man yesterday.
Mr Bus Guy, you needn’t be concerned about boring us, we’ve each had days/weeks so routine and repetative that the MMP is the most exciting thing in our lives (How said is that?) Good to see you here, in any case. Don’t be such a stranger.
First off, Fetchund, welcome to the Lair of the Cool Kids, who should all be ashamed for not welcoming you. Don’t youse people have any manners? Sheesh!
Second off, I’ll be driving to Richmond and back this evening to drop FCD off at his hotel. He’ll be in training for the rest of the week, and by dropping him off, I can leave here on Friday in time to pick him up at his school, and we can head straight out to Orlando, instead of him driving home, then turning around and heading south again. So that works out. Unfortunately, it means it’ll be pretty late when I get back. Which sucks. Oh well.
Thirdly, it’s sunny and pretty out. If I wasn’t headed to Richmond in a little bit, I’d be out in my yard getting my hands dirty. Maybe tomorrow…
Fourth of all, I’ve never been to a bachelorette party. But I don’t feel like I’ve missed anything since I don’t drink and don’t much like hanging out with people whose sole reason for going out revolves around getting drunk. But a lighted-up veil sounds like fun!
And finally, my project for yesterday - my daughter wanted something to hide her cat box. So FCD had built a wooden box to cover it, with an opening for kitty access. I upholstered it. In bright pink and neon green “mink” - it is soooooo tacky, I just know the kid will love it! And before anyone yells, pics.
These are the instructions copied verbatim from my friend, when I asked her the same question …
My first attempt was nice-tasting, but not at all alcoholic. When you’re doing it without yeast or anything, you take your chances. (I have since learned that you can’t do it with citrus, because the acid won’t ferment.) My first batch ended up with no mold, and no alcohol. My strawberry batch was entirely moldy, and tasted like the Nectar of the Gods. My problem lies in the waiting. But if you put it up on a shelf, maybe you’ll forget about it until it’s time to bottle. I’ve been using old champagne bottles to put it in, and they’re working fine. Nothing’s ever exploded on me, so I think she’s being overly dramatic.
Oh, and when we meet up for Faire this year, I’ll make sure to bring you some samples!
FCM - that box is terrific. Remember all the kitty litter ads last week? Out of curiousity, I clicked on “Litter Box” or some such, and saw similar products that this retailer was asking upwards of $180 for!!! :eek:
Let me be the [del]first[/del] second to welcome you, Fetchund. to be honest, I thought he (she?) was one of the regulars
I am so proud of me. I went walking yesterday in Roanoke, by myself, and didn’t even get lost. Also, my bruised foot didn’t even mind the walk, though it still looks as if I was mashing grapes with it. I seem to have either lost my makeup bag or simply not brought it, though. I don’t really need said bag until I have a job interview or some such thing, but knowing where the heck it is would help. Dad told me that Mom has already nearly completely packed up my room. So much for being missed! I kid.
Thanks! I’m all alone* next week, so I may try to make some and stash it away. And there’s plenty of places to hide stuff in my cupboards.
Yum! Now you’re on for sure and can NOT get out of it, no matter what.
Welcome Fetchund! FCM, we have manners? : blank look :
*And so I can explain the comment earlier, the SO is going out with his brother to meet their uncle, who is a true Mountain Man. He lives in the hills above Reno, and hunts cute critters and fishes and all kinds of stuff. Anyway, they are going out for a week of guy time, which will be all of the above plus camping and prolly drinking beer and being stupid. Which I think it’s about damn time he got to do some of that! But I will be alone from Friday to Sunday, which is OK, I’ve filled my weekends with friends and will be working hard during the week, but it still gets lonely after a while, since I only have a turtle there to make noise. And he doesn’t make much!
Hangs head in shame and extends late welcome to Fetchund. Welcome, welcome, make yourself 'ta home.
I’m a bit miffed right now because I found out my boss disapproved a rental car for my upcoming TDY. He seems to think the Metro is right at hand.
I sent him an e-mail explaining that
a: The Metro is FOUR FRIGGIN’ miles (not in those words of course) from my hotel.
b. My hotel DOES NOT have a restaurant.
c. I’m not at all thrilled or comfortable with the idea of being in a strange city, by myself, taking public transportation at night while I’m looking for restaurants to eat at for safety reasons.
He’ll probably still tell me no. Dammit, I’m actually pissed. He’s the one that pushed me into going to this damn training, and now he won’t pony up for a rental car?!
Is it something you can do yourself and then get re-imbursed for it after the fact? Or is it something that is spelled out in the TDY orders that you are not authorized a rental car?
Ah, Surprising Suffolk. Home of this year’s Burning of the Great Dismal Swamp. I hear they are doing real good things with their downtown area (like actually building one.) Good choice for a place to relocate.
My problem lies in the waiting. But if you put it up on a shelf, maybe you’ll forget about it until it’s time to bottle. I’ve been using old champagne bottles to put it in, and they’re working fine. Nothing’s ever exploded on me, so I think she’s being overly dramatic.