Well, now I know what the front of you looks like, since all the pics you took with Miss Moose were from behind!
<tossing big piles of confetti> WOOHOO! ELLEN!!! CONGRATS AND BEST WISHES AND ALL THAT THERE STUFF ON YA!!!
Kallessa, dahlin, do dish! Tell us all about it. We can’t wait to here.
-swampbear (who got drugs for the sinus infection from hell today)
meekly I have a terrible memory, even about fellow MMPers. May I offer you some conciliatory virtual chocolate cake, Kallessa?
I’ve never actually had grits, being from Canada and all. We only eat seals. And snow.
I’m saddened to report that my not-so-definite NO to TornaDope is now definite (I’m saddened, too, rue.) That weekend is our annual Greek Festival and I’ll be working it ALL WEEKEND. It’s our biggest fundraiser toward the Building Fund for our church. We recently completed our new Byzantine sanctuary and amphitheater, and it’s gonna take a lot of moola to pay it off!
But it’s a great festival and we all have a wonderful time feeding and entertaining everyone. If anyone is near Marietta, GA the weekend of May 14, 15 and 16, let me know…I’ll meet you at the gate and give you free admission! Opa!
Okay. The really important people have convinced me that I was missed, and so the others (and you know who you are) can ride on their (the important people’s) coat tails and read about my exciting week (if they (the not important people) can figure out how to ride and read at the same time).
I had to go to Medford for an arbitration. Woohoo! Please, contain your enthusiasm until all the thrills are revealed. The arbitration went well–the arbitrator carefully read the contract language during the first witness’s testimony and then looked bored for the rest of the hearing. Because I was arguing that the contract language was self evident, I take his boredom as a sign of victory.
It gets better.
We finished early. I’m in the southern part of the State, halfway to the part of Northern California populated by my various friends and relations. Not only do I take the rest of the week off, I get an extra day (with pay and without taking vacation time) to spend with them. Plus, my mileage reimbursement is enough to pay for my whole trip (even with $2.25 a gallon gas in Eureka) even though I only put down the miles between Medford and work.
Excited yet?
While I am visiting my childhood home, I turn my Mom into an unrepentant gambling maniac. We went to the casinos twice, and would have gone a third time except we stayed in our pajamas until 3:00 and then decided to go to Costco instead. I convinced Mom that it was much smarter to play at least two coins at once, then she found the dime slots and she was off and running. And winning (although, at the dime or two a pop, she didn’t win much at a time). And she talks to everyone–and makes friends! She got the attendent to bring her over a little footstool and when the guy next to her won big on a machine she had been playing earlier, he offered to give her 25 bucks (she didn’t take it) and the valet went over and got my car even though I hadn’t had the valets park it (she’d talked with him while waiting for me when I parked the car before we went in). If I hear that the free shuttle bus is making a special stop in front of her house, I won’t be surprised! She not a big spender, mind you, she’s playing the dime slots, but she still manages to get the high roller treatment.
I, on the other hand, lost 40 bucks at blackjack and had my drink forgotten by the server. Still, it was Mom’s money and empty calories, so I can’t complain. Well, I can, and in fact just did, but Bob’s your uncle. I’m Mandy’s aunt and we hung out at the mall for a while, which she found much more exciting than I did, except that it maintains my position as the “cool” aunt and that’s pretty thrilling. Plus, she hugged me in public, so it was indeed a red letter day.
Even more excitement follows.
There wasn’t much traffic so I got to drive my spiffy little car too fast around sharp corners on a narrow, winding road. Fun stuff and if you had been in the car, it would have been very exciting (except, if you were in the car, I wouldn’t have driven so fast because I take better care of my passengers than that).
Still with me? Hold on tight, here comes the best part.
When I got home, all four of my new bras had arrived–even the ones that were out of stock and not expected until April! And they are my favorite ones, so I’m glad I don’t have to wait for them. I can’t imagine anything that would top that news, so you can all let out those collective oohs and ahs that you’ve been holding back.
I now return you to the regularly scheduled MMP.
You know, I actually do have an uncle named Bob. So Bob is, in fact, my uncle.
Thank you.
lightingtool no you can’t, cause I HAVE an Uncle Bob. There can’t be that many Bobs in the world, right. Right?
Hmmm, from SPAM, Velveeta, other icky foods and shoes, to bras, Uncle Bob (I don’t have one) and gambling! We have almost come full circle.
However, just to contribute to the new twist, I bought some new bras too. I bought those new Victoria’s Secret bras they’ve been advertising. Very nice and comfy with plenty of good support I might add. I bought three of them at $40.00 a pop!
I NEVER, EVER, EVER, EVER win when I gamble, so I don’t go to the casinos anymore. However, I MIGHT go in May when I have to go to Wisconsin for work trip. It’ll be my birthday, so maybe I’ll have some birthday luck and win…FOR ONCE!
Taters
Perfectly comfortable in her new bra and still a loser at gambling
I always buy bras in set of more than one since I am really just looking for a good support group.
If I said that I posted in the same thread as the [post=4679177]Great One[/post] then could I be one of the important people? (Lower case 'cuz I know I’m not as good as the Important People.)
P.S.
My uncle’s name is Bill.
Hee! Bob’s yer uncle, and so’s mine. We were also born on the same date, only quite a few years apart. Plus my parents were born on the same date, this time just a couple of years apart. That sounds kinda like a freaky family coincidence until you realize it’s not. Very handy for remembering when to give presents though.
I also never win when gambling, but that’s because I never play. Why play when you know you’re just gonna lose? Smart thinking, that is. Casinos are lovely places for finding outlets where I can buy plenty of very neccessary clothing. Victoria’s Secret and I don’t speak, since she refuses to regularily stock bras in my particular dimensions. Which are just one cup size above the most popular size, so really ol’ Vicky needs to apologize. Have you ever noticed how sometimes you can like the idea of how much you saved on a sale item, almost as much as you like the item itself? Or is that just me?
I have an Uncle Bob, my mom’s brother, but I think he’s disowned us. He didn’t come to my parents’ 50th anniversary party or to my dad’s funeral. That really hurt my mom’s feelings, so I’m very angry at him. I have an Uncle-in-law named Bob - actually, there were 2, but one died in January. My FIL is named Bob also. I guess I’m hogging a buncha Bobs, huh?
I don’t like to gamble, because I’m frugal. When I was deployed to Rota, Spain, and my husband came to visit me, we spent and evening playing nickle slots - we each started out with a roll of nickles and ended up broke with sore arms. On his way back to the states, he overnighted in the Azores and decided to go big time - he played the quarter slots and hit for $25, so he took the entire flight crew to the movies. (They were all military and the base movie was like $1 per)
As for my bras, I’m sorry, that’s creeping into TMI territory. I will say that they’re all white cotton and leave it at that.
I have nothing else to contribute.
If Ex checks in and finds out that the MMP has gone from cheeze whiz, spam and hash to talking about bras, his head’s gonna explode.
And since we’re talkin’ about underwear, I bought some new tshirts and boxer shorts last week. Tees are white but the boxers are in a variety of colors.
-swampbear (wearing a new tee, boxers and a new short sleeved shirt today)
Thank you, Ellen Cerise. Last night we had filet mignon with a nice mushroom sauce (loaded with baby portabellas, scallions, onions, a little lingham sauce in a nice roux (which is both french and reminds me of a certain MMP progenitor). Coupled with a 1998 Estancia Meritage (80% Cab, 17% Merlot) and some twice baked potatoes. Simple yet satisifying. 
Tonight I’m taking my Moms out to dinner at a Thai restaurant on Indian Rocks Beach so we can watch the sunset.
I’m doing a beef roast tonight. Any suggestions, Shibb?
Darnit, of COURSE I have to come in 3 pages late on a thread about Spam and Velveeta. I missed all the cool stuff. Now it’s all just chatter about bras and filet mignon. sigh
Do you mean for wines or how to cook it, LL Cool Lissla?
slortar, that’s the beauty of the MMP - just take it back to Spam and Velveeta if you want. Not only will Rue not mind - I expect he’ll add another tic mark to whatever system he uses to track hijacks.
That’s gotta be why he encourages them, right? It’s some sort of quota he has to meet, right? Can’t leave him with a hijack deficit, now can we?
Dammit!
Somebody better check in with a post about power tools or shotguns or something or I’m going to be really ticked off. Listen and listen good, people.
I do not want to read about women’s undergarments and the fitting and relative merits thereof. I want to see pictures (and possibly short videos, bandwidth permitting) of ladies in (and out) of their undergarments. This shouldn’t be hard to keep straight.
For the record, Bob’s my dad, and I can’t believe it took lieu so long to work a poop joke into a thread about Spam and Cheez Whiz.
Where in No. Cal, Kallessa? I grew up in Lake and Mendocino counties.
I don’t buy my bras at Victoria’s Secret, one because they don’t carry my size, and two, even if they did, I think they are overpriced. I don’t have any white bras, because you can see them under white shirts. And I think they are boring. All my bras are black or beige (which is boring, too, but it’s close enough to my skin tone that you can’t see it under my white blouses.)
I don’t gamble. (I have boringly few vices, but the ones I have, I do up big.) If I go to Atlantic City, I’ll play the roll of quarters you get on the bus and then wander off. I like to walk on the boardwalk and look at the ocean and the Velveeta-cheesy dollar stores.
I had a great-uncle named Bob, although he really wasn’t, he was named Ben, but he owned a hardware store (there you go, Ex, that’s the best I can do.) named “Bob’s Hardware” for a long time. His own wife called him Bob. So Bob was my uncle, too.
Oh, one more thing; despite growing up in Wine Country, I know very little about wines. However, I believe that with something heavy like roast beef, you’ll want a hearty red, like a Burgundy or a Pinot Noir. FWIW.