You stud muffin you! 
I’ve heard of honey roasted peanuts, but honey roasted goats? I’m not sure I can wrap my brain around that concept.
Welcome to our sandbox!
Nah, he’s OK. I’ve even seen a photo of him - he cleans up real good! 
Lucky for you, my Dr put me on a “healthy” diet, not understanding that chocolate is healthy, dammit! :mad: So you get a pass on it for now. Instead, you need to say nice stuff about me. Make things up if you have to. Nothing is too over-the-top!
Draelin, this is just how weddings are. It is probably how they always were, too.
Weddings are tough on moms. They have a jumble of feelings about feeling old, feeling not as loved as the spouse to be, feeling that a day they may have dreamed about is not really about how they dreamed it would be, facing that their baby is really and truly grown up, and facing that it isn’t the way it was in their day. And feeling old and, sometimes, like life has passed by. And they may not be thrilled about being chained to the in-laws, either.
So, being human, they take it out on somebody. Usually the husband, if there is one, but very often the bride as well.
So just take this one on the chin and shrug it off, and think of it as another wedding present, serving as the lightening rod du jour. If you really want to be sickeningly sweet, go to each mother and explain that you wanted to include them in the planning, but when you thought with awe about how much they had on their plates, well, you thought of it as a little present to them for all they’ve done to create such a wonderful couple.
If you don’t want to be sickeningly sweet, well, make little dolls and stick pins.
Good for you for even throwing the shower, by the way.
(I got married in a different country from any of our family, in a JP’s office. That was definitely my kind of wedding. No rituals at all–people could get right to the pissed off part, if they wanted. I was far away.)
I believe 'Toons has been on the road a bit lately - he claims it’s work-related. I figure he’s being run out of every town he shows up in bearing the chandelier.
Not that I care - it’s out of my basement!
I’m starting to strongly consider doing that myself … provided I ever get to do it at all. :rolleyes:
But then I won’t get to have the pretty dress. That’s why all little girls want to get married in the first place, right?
Ooops. Did I miss a snerk-worthy story last week?? Now I’m going to have to go back and reread!
Honey roasted goats?! :eek: I’ll stick with honey roasted peanuts, thanks!
Speaking of marrying young, my MIL graduated from high school, turned 18, and got married - all in the same week! That was in 1949. She and FIL are still together. Of course, it was a different world then.
I’m hoping my daughter will work a few years and live her own life before getting married. She doesn’t have to wait as long as I did (I was almost 30) but I want her to experience independence for a bit.
Look at all those little posts I made up there! I’m truly not post-padding - I just answered what I saw when I saw it. I’m tired - I only had about 4 hours of sleep last night. I’m thinking beddy-bye time tonight will be about 7:30 or so. I need my beauty sleep.
I don’t agree. I think he kind of *is * a jerk. 
I have a friend whose parents started dating when Mom was 13 and Dad was 19. They got married two years later–and their first child wasn’t born for another two years after that, so it certainly wasn’t a shotgun scenario. Still together and still very happy. It blows my mind.
So, Bobbio, how you doin’?
What? We’re not hittin’ on Bobbio? But I thought he said that he wanted…
Huh? It was a story about him gettin’ hit on not an invite to hit on him? Ohhh… so, who…
<snerk> he got hit on by who! <snerk>
Oh, hey Melli! Welcome! I like beer and cookies. Or, as Bobbio would say, <snerk> beer and cockies. <snerk> I like those too by the way.
Taters and all, see, I was gonna bring y’all back some corn from Illinois but they’re havin’ a bad drought (draught?) up there right now so the corn looks real pitiful. Matter of fact, a farmer told me he put all his corn to silage cause that was all it was good for. Poor corn farmers. The soybeans, however, looked pretty good. I didn’t bring any soybeans cause, well, I just don’t know what to do with em unless somebody wanted to make homemade tofu. Wonder how somebody would go about making homemade tofu? Not that I want to cause the stuff looks gross and tastes grosser.
Today was whiny day at work. See, we had management team meeting this morning which is always a thrill. Then this afternoon, another manager and I had to carry on about performance appraisals and how we’re redoing job descriptions for next year and about how managers had to get all that done along with appraisals by September 9th so we could do stuff like raises and such in time for the first payday in September. “WHINE! WHINE! WHINE!” they all replied. All afternoon, “WHINE! WHINE! WHINE!” They still gotta do it though. So do I. Course if’n they had any sense at all they’d realize that I’m the one who does performance appraisals on all their whiny butts, so I have to rework job descriptions for them as well as get their appraisals done by September 9th, just like they do but I ain’t all “WHINE! WHINE! WHINE!” about it.
I think I’ll put a sign on my office door that says:
ALL WHINING WILL BE SUBJECT TO A $10.00 CHARGE
It’d go well with the sign I have on the bulletin board in my office that says:
IF YOU ARE GROUCHY, IRRITABLE, OR JUST PLAIN MEAN THERE WILL BE A $10.00 CHARGE FOR PUTTING UP WITH YOU
Or maybe I’ll just tell em if they don’t quit whining they have to eat honey bbqed goat.
Today, if any of em had fallen down a well, and I knew about it, I would have just told the boss they ran away and joined the circus. I think Bonnie is on to a good thing with that.
Swampy, were the soybeans green or dry? Because if they’re the green kind, I’d have taken a pound or two off the farmer’s hands. Anything to help, y’know.
beckwall honey, put down the pain meds. Those ain’t truffles your invisible kitty’s making you. The fact you had to find the kitty’s ‘truffles’ with a pooper scooper was the first clue.
There’s badgers in South Africa, Melli? I thought mainly there was bugs and succulents with the occasional Boer bits laying about. Something’s got to eat the bugs so the plants can grow, I suppose. Better a badger than a Boer gets the juicy bugs.
Am I the only person who’s never seen a single episode of Lassie? I’ve heard enough about Timmy to conclude that if **Rue’**s Tommy was similar, Bonnie ought to be given a medal. And more pudding.
Today was good and it was bad. Good because the alarm clock of evil went off the way it should, bad because it went off at 6am. Good because traffic was decent, bad because one jerk was so jerkish he required flipping off (which I do maybe once every three years). Good because the a/c in the gym worked, bad because we had to get in groups and throw bags of balloons around so’s to strip us of our dignity, now that they’ve crushed our souls.
It was good to see my friends, but bad to realize one person I really dislike has decided to hang around again. It was bad to find one of my classroom’s murals defaced by a summer school student, and worse that the kid displayed a dismaying lack of understanding of female genitalia and was a crappy artist to boot. Today was good, in the end, because a new book came in the mail.
Which reminds me, I do believe you are mine VunderBob. Lessee… it was a few months back… ah! The receipt is right here, under the whips and chains inventory-- One Cutie Pie for Ashes, paid in full-- so you tell your ‘beach buddy’ hands off. 'Cause I’ve got tweezers and I’m not afraid to get metro-sexual on his furry ears.
Lessee, somebody set fire to a bathroom in the new science building and toasted a couple of classrooms. This prompted the v.p. in charge of fire drills to go over procedure in order to ‘instill a sense of urgency’ which just makes me <snerk> 'cause it sounds like he wants us to need a bathroom break. Plus, every year he has ‘equiptment’ printed on the sports schedules.
Except for a couple of crazy cousins up in Alaska, everybody in my family waits forever to get married and then another forever to have kids. As a result, my great grandma only got to enjoy her greatness for seven years before she kicked at 105. My one aunt who married young, at 23 or 24 is also the only one who had a disastrous marriage and stunningly horrible divorce. I think that had less to do with age, as with a pattern of stupid decisions, though.
Charming story, Rue. I especially admired Bonnie’s nobility in repeatedly rescuing Tommy. And the happily ever after part was fun too. For Bonnie, at any rate.
I finished hosting family yesterday and was happy to come home to an EMPTY EMPTY EMPTY house after dropping Mom off at the airport. It was getting a bit claustrophobic. I did manage to read four books in the last week (my own personal escape hatch); nothing really deep. Yesterday’s book was pretty interesting; stayed up till about 2:30 to finish Tears of the Dragon by Holly Baxter (who is apparently previously published as Paula Gosling - why do authors use pen names if their real name/other pen name is widely known?). It’s set in 1930s Chicago and has a lot of interesting historical background about China, Chinese in the U.S. and Italian and Irish mobsters.
Oddly enough, I wasn’t particularly motivated at work today. But I mostly got caught up on e-mail and last week’s crises/teapot tempests.
melli, welcome! The malaria thing got me too - but it looks like a gorgeous place. I’ll pass on the honey roasted goat, though.
swampy, we missed you! It was all quiet around here and stuff. It’s not supposed to be quiet here. Thanks for the lack of corn and soybeans, but heck…didn’t they at least have postcards? Or maybe a deck of cards with pictures of local attractions? You could share one card with each of us. And because you haven’t had quite enough:[WHINE]WE WANTED SOUVENIRS!!
Draelin, 'fraid you have the luck of being part of a normal-average wedding, which turns calm, pleasant souls into whiny, grumbly, attention-seeking ninnies. Fortunately, stuff will return to normal some time after the bride’s special day. Probably. When’s the wedding again? Congrats on the successful shower. As others said, if the bride was happy, that’s all that counts. Of course, merrily has some lovely ( ::chokes on saccharine:: ) suggestions.
I have college friends who have been together since they were 15 & 16. They got married when they were 21 and 22 and have been deliriously happy for almost 24 years. They’re one of the few couples I know where you really can’t imagine the one without the other. They have little spats and frustrations, but they’re very good at focusing on the fact that those things happen and don’t mean that they don’t love each other and belong together. Then there’s my sibling and his lovely wife who got married the same year, but are a couple years older and are finally splitsville. It’s really painful to watch people on the edge of divorce for more than 20 years (sometimes closer to the edge than others, but I always figured it was only a matter of time).
Teambuilding, Ashes, it’s called “teambuilding” not “soulcrushing.” (Ah, the one-word/two-word dilemma strikes again!) Bags of balloons, though…what was the point, please?
There was more, but it’s already way past my bedtime…and this is amazingly wordy.
GT
Thanks to everyone for your kind welcomes.
Ashes, yes, most certainly the honey badger can be found throughout most of Southern Africa, although I must add that we are nocturnal animals and most homo sapiens never get to see us at all.
My most recent encounter with a human was when I was in Etosha (Namibia) ((I travel a lot, mostly by BadgerHound)). This particular specimen had made a most delicious meal in a three legged pot, which I found terribly easy to flip over, and he seemed quite indignant that I was tasting what was clearly leftovers.
I snarled and spat and generally made myself immensely disagreeable, but he was having none of it and stood his ground. Impressive. He must have been really hungry.
My other encounters with these beings always has them screaming and running helter skelter through the bush, bumping into trees and ant heaps, with me in hot pursuit. For a while, any way. Running after humans in high heels is pretty pointless, they always trip and fall, and then I have to screech to a halt while they scream even louder.
My hearing can’t take it.
MMMMMMMMM… honey badger. Sounds tasty!
I hear ya Melli about the humans. I mean if they are just going to leave their beer coolers right there in the open we bears naturally expect that they are there for the taking. Same thing with that bucket of KFC or those pic-a-nic baskets all over the place. I mean if they don’t want us to have it, why do they insist on setting up bear buffets all over the place? Dang humans! Ain’t none of em got a clue I tells ya!
In other news:
I have three emails asking for extensions on getting appraisals and job descriptions done. I sent three emails saying no extensions. I’m such a meanie. There are no reasons why this can’t be done in two weeks. Truth be told, it could all be done in a couple of days if the whining ceased and the work commenced. I may have to resort to using THE LOOK[SUP]TM[/SUP].
Nooooo!!! Not THE LOOK[SUP]TM[/SUP]! As an alternative to THE LOOK[SUP]TM[/SUP], maybe you could start carrying around a whip. At one of my old jobs, I used to take a whip to staff meetings to keep everyone in line.
I have to go to the doctor this morning. 
I don’t wanna go. Do I hafta go?
I prefer THE VOICE OF DOOM[sup]TM[/sup] myself…
Damn, I can’t believe that I didn’t fcuk up all that coding…
[WHINE]No presents, swampy? Jeepers, we cudda used the baby corns and soybeans for a stirfry (stir fry?).[/WHINE]
I don’t have anything much today. Which may be good or may be bad…I’ll have to see what the rest of the day brings. It’s early yet.
Tupug