Of course Santa has a reindeer named Dander. That’s where the saying comes from. “Get your Dander up” is all about Santa’s midnight ride yelling “The British are coming! The British are coming!”.
Ponser isn’t a reindeer. He’s a caribou.
And if you have Clematis on your Naked Pergola, maybe you can see a doctor and get some cream for that. You wife will thank you.
We had Lissla Lissar’s weather, only 6 hours later. I dug up dandelions on Saturday and Sunday. Friday when I went to work I noticed a couple on the front lawn - when I came home, they had invited all their friends and relatives, plus huge numbers of illegal immigrant dandelions from other countries. Unfortunately for them, I and my hydraulic weeder put paid to their evil plans! Or most of their evil plans, some evil plans will have to wait till this evening.
I also saved a baby bunny. A mother rabbit has apparently dug a burrow in the flowerbed under our front window, and Oreo, the cat from down the street, had one of the babies cornered under the rosebush, so I sprayed him with the trusty hydraulic weeder and drove him away. And again when he came back. Our cats aren’t allowed out, so it’s safe from them, although Chipie, our gray male, spent a good part of the weekend staring fixedly out the front window at mama bunny and making “I want it!” noises.
I’ve had the mucho-fat version of scout1222’s pie, only it was called Sinful Pie, and it sure was!
My sister and her guy came into town to see the custom car show last weekend. After they got back Saturday night, they had to show me the video they made of the tire burnout contest. Did you know people had burnout contests? I sure didn’t.
I also went to see a movie on opening weekend for the first time, also. I saw Troy. Here is my mini-review: Orlando Bloom is hot.
It was hot and sunny and humid all week, until we finally had a thunderstorm Saturday night. Then it was all good.
I love peanut butter cup pie. I think it’s just peanut butter pie with some chocolate mousse added in. I also introduced a friend of a friend to Weebl this weekend. 
Santa’s reindeer’s name is Donder, not Dander. Silly Rue.
My notes:
I had a lovely day. We went to Jungle Jim’s and I got chocolate, tea, and wine, which are my major food groups.
The reason I went all squealy when GorillaGirl arrived was that I discovered that she was in fact a friend of mine, who I didn’t know was a Doper.
And the reason I moved waaaay to the edge of the car was because Rue, in his enthusiasm, was making rather freer with my knees than I normally like. I don’t remember being given a new nickname. I’m sure it was adorable. Judge me who dares.
Nevertheless, everyone got presents except Rue, and a good time was had by all, even if I did poop out early and miss the kangaroo meat.
I wonder if it gets Santa’s dander up when his reindeer Donner is mistaken for dander?
I’m sure we all know that Santa’s reindeer are female, which makes the name Vixen much more logical, although it creates some confusion over Rudolph. Either her parents wanted a boy, or the red nose was only one of the oddities he endured. Imagine being the only male reindeer that kept your antlers all winter! If you think having a red nose gets you teased, well, being horny when none of your buddies are horny is going to lead to a bit of hazing if you ask me.
I kept wanting to spell “reindeer” as “reindear”, but that’s a bit too sweet and precious for a woman of my age.
What did the cat get when she crossed the desert?
Sandy Claws!
Anybody (other than Rue) besides me think that Bumba posted something dirty?
I got nuttin’ to add except that I had bbq sammiches with coleslaw for supper tonight (from the good bbq place) and I had a swim in my pool. And a beer of course cause I had bbq. That’s all.
-swampbear (I gotta go to a meeting in Atlanta tomorrow and I don’t wanna.)
So, I don’t get to the MMP till Monday evening… alas.
This was a moving weekend for me - literally. We spent Saturday packing the trailer and van and the kid’s car. Sunday, we drove to Orlando and unloaded the trailer and van and car into the kid’s apartment. Then my sweetie and I drove home and left the kid there - she wanted to spend her first night alone.
We did more packing on Sunday night, then left bright and early this morning to takt the next vanload down. That little apartment overfloweth! I set up her TV/DVD/VCR/CD/Stereo stuff. FIL came over and he and my husband installed a cabinet over the washer for her. Then we all went out to lunch, then drove around campus, then back to the apartment where I finished upholstering her dining room chairs. Then we came home.
She’s got a final tomorrow and one Weds. Someone from the moving company will be coming over tomorrow to figure out how many boxes they need. Weds they pack, Thurs they take our stuff. Friday my baby graduates, Sat my sweetie and I (and the cat) drive north.
Alas, my computer will be packed on Weds.
So that’s it for me for now. Maybe I’ll post tomorrow. Maybe not. Who knows…?
Rue - I saw on the weather channel that Cincy was being rained upon and I felt really sorry for you. I’m glad you had some fun, and even if it was rainy, I envy the lucky folks who got to meet you.
Some day, my dear. Some day… 
Well, lemme see here…I DIDN’T plant any flowers, although I still have some left to plant. My mom did come over and give my birthday present to me early and then she proceeded to water all my plants.
On Saturday, I got up early, read my paper, drank my joe, turned in some movies (late…AGAIN), got the fixin’s for tater salad, bought a lotto ticket (didn’t win 
), came home, made the tater salad, went to a friends house for a bbq, drank some adult beverages, watched said friend’s kid open birthday presents, and then came home. We got home about 9:30.
Yesterday, got up early again, read my paper, drank my joe, washed A LOT of laundry, cleaned the house, helped hubby prepare dinner for neighbors, ate dinner, mom showed up, went outside and played horse with the neighbors, came in and watched Master and Commander, watched some more T.V., and fell asleep.
Despite the weather, Rue, it sounds like you had a nice time. Alas, you live much too far away for me to participate in your fests.
I’d like to see Brad Pitt all nice and golden too…and I’m gonna by golly.
Hubby just had the NOIVE to ask me what were having for dinner. He’s been off work all day, got to go bowling, drink some beer, play some pool, and just generally lounge around. My reply to him was that we were going cut off his big stinky thumb and fry that up for dinner. He is also maligning my intelligence and my alma mater so HE IS NOT EATING ANYTHING THAT I AM COOKING, SO THERE! 
Well, I am now going to NOT cook dinner for hubby, just me and the kiddos.
Kangaroo, really? I am repulsed and intrigued, like when your tuna salad has a ring in it. Which happened to my sister at a restaurant that was a Something or Other but originally was a Sambo’s. And every time I drive by that place I think to myself, can you belieeeeve it used to be called that? and eew, a ring.
I haven’t had chocolate cake in years and years. Same goes for lotion rubbing, because I freckle and so avoid the sun. Which there’s freakin’ bunches of around here, but did anybody want a dopefest down here, nooooo. And I can’t blame you one bit, because it was over a hundred degrees and blowy and gristy, which is gritty dust. Plus, our only good park is infested with angry geese and the last time I ended up stranded in the middle of the big pond on a rock fending off the geese.
Which makes me think maybe I’ll make that peanut butter pie for this friday when it’s classified employee appreciation day. Thanks Lissla and scout, I didn’t know what I was going to make. Plus Lissla, please, may your husbands two and three come out to play? Ask scout, I’m not one of the mean girls and only one boy has ever cried because of me and that was because he left me out in the middle of a pond while he laughed.
Oh yes, I almost forgot to give the sunflower teepee recipe to Rue. Ya plants you some sunflowers in a circle and when they get tall you lassooie the tops together. Voila, sunflower teepee. Oh yeah, leave a space for the opening and you can do all sorts of fancy stuff with chicken wire to make it more strong, but why? Don’t get all Martha Stewart all over it, it’s gonna be played in and fall over eventually and that’s how life is.
I am officially jealous of Bumba and his fancy veggibles and flowers. You may placate me with a description of how yummy and/or pretty they are when the time comes.
Swampbear, did you put the coleslaw on the bbq sammich? This is wrong, you know, no matter how delicious it might be, because cold food and hot food should not touch. Especially if the cold food might be drippy and mix juices with the hot food. Like how beets should have their own bowl so that they never ever stain the macaroni and cheese. Issues? Nope, don’t know what you’re talking about.
And I feel like I’m name dropping, I’ve bolded so many names, but I just have to say that FairyChatMom, your kidlet staying alone in her apartment for the first time makes me all teary eyed. I can remember back to how I felt that first night in my dorm room, freshman year. I’ll bet you there’s a word in German for thrilled and homesick at the same time, but I took French instead. Cendres, Cendres ne devraient pas écrire après tellement caféine. Poor Mrs. Pelletier, she tried.
Sigh…I really miss having vegetables right out of my very own garden. They just TASTE better. I grew taters (red, yukon gold, purple), spinach, broccoli, bush beans, peas, tomaters, (Early Girls, plum, yellow, purple) cucumbers, zucchinni, acorn squash, carrots, different kinds of radishes, lettuce and that’s all I remember. I just don’t have the right kind of yard for that now.
I need to purchase some more flowers, shrubbery, and plants. I’d like to get some decorative grasses too. Really, I just want a low maintenance garden, so I’m leaning towards stuff like lavender, thyme, decorative grasses, some annuals and perennials (for color) some barberry shrubs, things like that. Plus, I’ve got rock retaining walls, so I need some stuff that will kind of like hang over the edge (lobelia and stuff like that). It all adds up though, so I’ve got to do it a little at at time.
Well, I relented and did cook dinner for Mr. Taters, but that’s only cause he’s big crybaby and was whining about how hungry he was and that he had to go to bed because he has to work tomorrow. Never mind that he and one of the friends that he went bowling with today had FOUR…count 'em FOUR pitchers of beer between the two of them while bowling. Dontcha think that might have contributed to his being loopy and sleepy, hmmmm? :dubious:
Really, I’m just jealous because I had to slave at work all day while he got to stay home and play. Though I don’t think I would have drunk as much beer as he did…that probably would have made me slightly…er…ill, I think.
I must go do some laundry now, and veg out in front of the T.V. Some of us aren’t as lucky as Swampy, and have a pool to lounge next to. 
See??? If you had listened to me and rescheduled a week earlier, I could have gone AND the weather would have been beautiful. But no one ever listens to me. I think I’ll sit over here in the corner and sob sniff
I am up in Minneapolis right now. The weather up here is the biggest tease. Instead of Jack Frost, there’s Jack Spring, and he kisses me and then turns the cold shoulder the next day. He sure does some beautiful lilacs, though. Never knew Minneapolis was so replete with lilacs. Must be wonderfully good soil here.
I am clerking for a law firm right now. They are in a big beautiful building in downtown Minneapolis. I ride the bus to go downtown. There are a few unwritten rules for riding buses, and they are much like elevators. Never meet anyone’s eyes, don’t talk to anyone, and pretend like you are alone even when someone’s thigh is pressing against you.
And I don’t call them silly nicknames, either!
The first day that I rode the bus I made a mistake and met someone’s eye and smiled. I think he was a little confused and a lot disturbed, as if I’d made a pass at him and then followed him around asking for change. I have gotten much better. Now I carry a little book of logic puzzles and grandly ignore everyone.
It’s a bit lonely, though.
I can’t wait until I can go home.
I miss my big beautiful blue bedroom, and the rainbow crystals in the windows. I miss my little kitties laying, paws resplendently asplay as their tummies soak in the sunlight. I miss my office with its view of the pretty trees. I’m living in a little basement room right now. I feel very strange and out-of-place.
Oh well. Maybe someone nice will smile back tomorrow, and the day will be okay.
Well, there was a great deal of dirt involved. 
Swampy, how far is it to Atlanta from where you are?
Ashes[sup]2[/sup], I’ll try to remember to post pictures when we get some consumables. unfortunately, we’ve been unable to find any of those delicious yellow tomatoes so far this year. i think they were Golden boys or something like that. About the size of a tennis ball and yellow, not orange. Thin skinned and very sweet. Does anyone know what they might be named?
All is not lost however, I did find a yellow pear tomato plant, so there’s that, anyway.
Me too! I mean that a week earlier I could have gone too. Not that I necessarily knew that back when this turkey was in the planning stages. Are/were the cicadas out yet?
I would like to take this opportunity to formally appologize to FisherQueen for the knee fondling. But if you saw her knees (even through her jeans) you’d understand. Fisher, I respect you as a person and your knees with forever more be safe in my presence.
In other news, this morning I just found out my next dentist appointment is Thursday. I won’t brush my teeth from now til then so they’re real gunky and my hygenist really has to work on the ol’ choppers as my penance. No, that would just make Rick (my hygenist) suffer. I guess I get out of the penance after all. But I’m really sorry.
The cicadas started to emerge about Thursday in parts of Cincinnati Shibb. Actually right around where Fisher lives it’s supposed to be about the worst. Middletown has started getting them too. So, yeah, the bugs are out and about. Not where I live though. So far, I’m in a Cicada Free Zone. And the park was bugless too. I don’t know if that’s supposed to change or not, but really, I don’t care. The picnic is over so they can just be crawling with the red-eyed menace for all I care.
The Princess and I have been fighting over Orlando since LOR. I think I prefer him with blond hair and pointy ears. I’m partial to blond men. Mr. Anachi is a true blond (although now it’s darker and mixed with some cute gray hairs) but his ears aren’t pointy. It’s totally unfair that Mr. Anachi’s gray hairs look very fetching among the golden ones and mine just look…well…gray.
Back when I was a yankee, I always had mater plants. There is nothing in the world like a mater right off the vine. I’ve given up on them now that I live in Central Florida. They just don’t do right and there are great big Jaba-the-Hut green caterpillers that eat them and must be sqwushed. Kinda takes away my mater-eating appetite. I’m just sayin.
Fairy Chat Mom, be sure and check in when and where you can so we all know that your move goes well plus we will be bored and want to hear the moving stories.
We’re probably going to see Troy today, with husband number two. Yes, Orlando Bloom is hot. I hope he looks less like Mr. Lissar in this movie than he did in LOTR. That was very unnerving- Legolas on screen, Legolas beside me.
Not that there’s anything wrong with that, of course.
Sean Bean is also hot. I’m not too keen on Brad Pitt.
I am waiting to find out about the apartment. If we’ve got it, I’m going to start panicking about moving stuff. I’ll go into high-gear nesting mode. It will be scary and bad.
I think I might make the peanut butter pie today. If second husband takes me shopping I can get all the ingredients. Yum.
Does anyone know if you can cut raw meat very thinly using a Cuisinart? I have a roast I want to make into teriyaki and I want the meat really thin. Perhaps I’ll check the booklet, if I can find it.
:: smiles at Elysian ::
I didn’t have chocolate cake this weekend - I had it mother’s day weekend, along with carrot cake. But I did have New York Super Fudge Chunk ice cream & a chocolate chip macadamia cookie & a bag of M&M’s this weekend. None of which were brought by Santa, but they tasted good anyway.
Not too exciting of a weekend - was a little nutso-crazy, which I can get. Was wondering if it was because of the medication I just switched to - didn’t see any extreme warnings on it, but you do have to wonder. Just didn’t feel like leaving the apartment. But I finally did - and for a good reason too! I got my hair highlighted - now I am a blonde! Not totally blonde, just blonde-r than I was. And it makes me happy and pretty. Yay me!
Did spend some time reading - nothing deep and meaningful, just books. You know - books - those things with pages?
Susan
Books? Reading? Heretic! There are dangerous things like words in books! And ideas!
I can’t find the booklet. This is a problem.