It occurred to me after I posted that someone would ask this.
Drinkers form two teams, lined up on either side of a table. Each team member has a plastic cup (usually of the Solo variety, because that’s what comes with kegs in this neck of the woods). Each team member has a shot of whatever they’re drinking at the bottom of the cup, and all cups are on the table, hands off.
The first person in each line, at the go signal, must down their shot, then place their cup right-side-up on the edge of the table. Lifting only from the bottom of the cup, you must flip it upside-down before your turn is over. When the first person’s cup is flipped, the second person drinks, flips, and so on. Usually, there are four or five people on a team. It gets highly competitive, and you’re enormously drunk before you realize it.
Hey - a question I can answer! If only it was in GQ. Anyway, flip-cup is a drinking game. In the version I used to play, you have two teams of about 3 to 10 people each. Each team lines up along one side of a long table (like a ping pong table). It’s very important that this table is not one that you care about, cause it will probably get beer all over it. Each person has a plastic cup with some beer in it in front of them. When the game starts, the first person in line has to drink the beer, put the cup down on the edge of the table, then flip the cup so it lands on the table upside-down. Once this is accomplished, the next person in line has to do the same. Whichever team finishes first wins, and the losing team has to do something, like go buy more beer for a rematch.
And my parents say I didn’t learn anything in college…
On preview, I see that Draelin has beaten me to the punch (or beer in this case), but I’m going to post this anyway. So there!
We’ve just got to exercise a little self-control, that’s all. People post to it over the weekend, so it can’t really be scheduled to die. And sometimes it takes until Monday to finish off a conversation that started in last week’s.
And I keep tryin’ to come up with something about toes and yeast, but I got nuttin’. Sorry.
Yellow - Respectable length, < 5% chance of inappropriate skin showing when seated.
I saw this video from What Not to Wear, and they had on Stacey’s thigh marks to use as guidelines for skirt lengths at different ages. Makes me wonder - if I wear short skirts, do I get younger? Anyway, today I am at an age-appropriate length.
The stairs I told you about a week or two ago - the ones I fell up? Well, I’m not the only victim - I was walking down them this morning, and I heard this thump-thump-THUMP. A woman fell down them. And she was heavily pregnant! She said she was alright, but I felt guilty walking away - but she had someone else there to help.
Weekend was relaxing. Did some cooking, which is standard. Finally picked up an oven thermometer, and found out my oven was underheating by about 50 degrees! Well, at least now I know what the problem is and can compensate - less cooking frustrations!
chaoticdonkey rain is cold. There were certain parts of my anatomy that I did not wish to expose to cold rain. Ergo the bathing suit. Besides, nekkidness outside anywhere but the back porch is reserved for after dark. I do have some standards of decorum and decency.
Dunno if garden traveler had car problems, but danged if this doesn’t sound like exactly what my car used to do. The car stops going, but all the electronics are “on”, even if the car is off. Sometimes all blinking, too.
In my case, it was the battery ground strap. Have 'em try replacing that, Tupug. The dang problem is darn near un-reproduceable, according to my mechanics. The only way they found it was by checking my car as soon as it was brought in.
In weather-related news, we have not had any rainfall worth mentioning in months here in NE Indiana. Can someone send us some? The ground is so dry that even with irrigation, the ground is cracking and exposing the roots of the crops. They’re looking at possible record low yields this year unless we start getting some rain, soon.
Rue, poor Brody! Hope he’s feeling much much better. I think he needs some pictures of him posted on the Internet so he can feel like a REAL STAR.
Incidentally, I really like the preview feature. Without it, I wouldn’t’ve noticed that my coding was for crap and most of my bee-yoo-tiful post would’ve been in italics, which would’ve completely negated the point in using them in the first place.
Thanks, dogmom!!! Maybe it was you and not gt who I remembered talking about the ground strap. I will talk to them about it when I take the car in tomorrow!
Several years ago, I accidentally broke the blinker handle off my steering column while getting into the car–it got caught on my coat. ('99 Nissan Sentra, if anyone cares.) Since that was also how one turned on the headlights, I was naturally quite concerned. So, I got myself some superglue and shoved it back in just well enough that I could turn on the headlights if I tried hard . I made an appointment to get it fixed, but due to warranty constraints and the fact that I had no one to drive me to work, it took a couple weeks before I was able to get the car into the shop.
In that time, the entire electrical system in my car went haywire. I could turn the lights on, luckily, but as soon as I hit the blinker to signal right, all the interior lights on the dash and such went out. They went back on if I signaled left. Then the jerry-rigged part broke off again. And all I had were the brights. I apoligize to anyone who passed me at that time.
So, I got it fixed, they covered it on the warranty … and three days after I got it back, I broke it off again. In exactly the same manner. I never wore that coat in the car after that day.
I dunno - I wouldn’t mind if our visiting terrier was just a little lethargic!
The inlaws arrived last night - about 10:45. (May I interject that we go to bed around 9 because we have to get up at 4:45…) We dragged our sleepy selves out of bed and helped them settle in. The cast of characters include my husband’s entire family (parents and 2 brothers) plus Abby, a 2 y/o Cairn terrier. Abby had been confined to the car all day as they drove from Ocala to our house. Abby had a lot of energy in reserve. Abby ran around like a little nut for an hour. Abby also scared the doo-doo out of our poor cat. He’s hiding in the basement. I don’t expect to see him till they leave - poor kitty. He did join us in bed last night and early this morning, since Abby was confined to the guest room with the parental units. Still, poor kitty.
In an hour or so, I’m going to the garage to drop off my van and pick up the loaner car. With luck, by this time tomorrow, I’ll have my van back and operating. Then life will be good. Meanwhile, once I’m done posting, I need to empty the dishwasher, start loading it again, and start dinner. We’ll actually be eating in the dining room, which we haven’t done since Thanksgiving. And I expect I’ll be washing dishes daily instead of every 3 days or so. Oh well, it’s just for a week. I think. They haven’t said how long they intend to visit.
Oh, dear Og. This brings back years of babysitting - I was always the “responsible” one in the Indian community, so people regularly dumped their kids with me. I laugh at your discomfiture!
However, I don’t laugh at poor Brody. Hope he’s feeling better.
My weekend? Very plain and simple. I’m still workin’ my way through the Mahabharat, all 16 disks of this epic. :eek: I’m on disk 11, which is even more shocking considering how much I watch it. Also, my radishes have caterpillars! :mad: Little fuzzy green ones. Now my radish plants have been segregated so they don’t infest everything else. (I only do container gardening).
I know you’re not younger than me, but why would you say Daddy Daycare * as opposed to Mr. Mom? (If you were younger, I’d say you were showing your youth.) Mr. Mom * was oh-so-much better!
Well, I like to try new things. I’ve tried the Raspberry Iced Coffee, and that wasn’t terrible, and while I didn’t think coffee and coconut sounded like a great combo, I thought, “What the hell - maybe it’s better than it sounds.” But it wasn’t.
My fall back is French Vanilla. Caramel is good if they haven’t burnt it. My sister likes Hazelnut, but I don’t, so I figure I’ll give the Roasted Almond a miss, too. I’m not sure how many flavors that leaves to try.
My very favorite are the lattes, particularly the chocolate/strawberry one, but they are expensive.
LOL!!
FCM, re: the dog: you might consider taking a page out of **Swampy’s ** book and investing in a tranquilizer gun. Or maybe just the tranquilzers sprinkled liberally over Abby’s food. (Just kidding, of course!) But I must say she’s a darling little girl.
Time to go home for me. I’m all alone this week; Sister and BIL are working a show and won’t be back until next Sun. So I’ll be rattling around that big house all by myself. It’ll be weird.
Still recovering from hip surgery, slowly, wondering how older people get through all this nonsense. Everywhere I go, I look like a St. Bernard - I tuck the phone into a fanny pack and put it around my neck. Worst fear - “I’ve fallen and I can’t get up!”
Discovered Nibs - yummy bite size pieces of ice cream dipped in chocolate. Very convenient for people who rely on a walker to get from the kitchen to the living room.
Job # 2 called and wants me to produce a few printed objectives for dialysis tech program. Told them I charge double fee now, since I am titanium lady. Weak laughter from boss. It’s cool, a little cheddar would be nice right about now.
Got the statement from the surgery - doctor billed insurance $4900 and insurance agreed to pay $1400 and he accepted it! WOW, feel a little bit embarrassed but I guess that’s the way things work these days. I still owe 20% of all hospital costs, and for a 10 days stay that should be monumental.
Now it’s time for me to expose myself to ridicule and ask you, Swampy, why do you have to drain extra water out of your pool? Does having rain water in with your pool water void the warranty? or is there a structural imperative in effect that I don’t know about? Is it an above-ground pool perhaps? But if there was a level above which it shouldn’t be filled, you’d think they’d put in an overflow valve at that level, or sumpin.?
FCM: cute dog. I hope Bernies butt isn’t too sore from being cropped.
I’ll second, or third, the ground strap suggestion someone made earlier. It cured a multitude of sins on my old '53 Chevy Pickemup truck, (named ‘Truckus’).
For some reason, I would have liked to have seen that. I don’t think it’s that I’m especially enamored of Stacey’s thighs, though I suspect they’re probably quite nice, I think that I’d just like to see anything that makes her look silly, and that probably would.
I took Mom, and #3GrandDaughter, to a candy factory today. No, not a Willie Wonka* type factory, Just a regular place where actual people make candy. It was the high point of Mom’s trip so far. My Mother is an actual, card-carrying, chocoholic. Now #3GD is showing and explaining her Barbies to Mom. Quoth #3GD,* “You can never have too many Barbies.”* < Le sigh. >
Just what in the Hell was wrong with the original Gene Wilder version that they thought they needed to make another movie? What are they gonna do next? Casablance with Will Ferrell and J Lo?
That dogs can get all swollen because of their shots I had never heard of. I’ve noticed my cats can be lethargic (which is kinda hard to determine since cats are just meatloafs with extra furr sauce), but that’s about it. Did you take any pictures of Brody all swoll up? You can use them to tease him about it when he gets older.
taxi, don’t feel bad about burning your toe. A while back I was baking bread and turned on the oven to pre-heat. After a few minutes I went to put the pan in and noticed the racks needed adjusting. So I put the pan down and *reached in with my bare hands * to change the racks. That’s right, I grabbed onto a 400 degree oven rack without thinking to use mitts. So you see, you just made a little boo boo because of a bit of bad luck, I was an idiot with stupidity aforethought.
My mom’s getting a new knee in august! She hurt her knee thirty years ago and it’s finally time to get it fixed. Her doctor doesn’t know how she can dance twice a week, her knee is in such bad shape. I could tell him how she does it. She likes dancing, she is frighteningly determined. That’s how she dances on a knee that’s shot to hell.
So last night my fish sticks screamed at me. Well, maybe not at me in particular, but a scream was heard emanating from the toaster oven. I ate the haunted fish sticks anyway.
