Good morning, all! Before I begin whining, I would like to say the following:
Great OP, Fae. And an interesting idea. I don’t know if I could handle being homeless for a night–I don’t even like camping.
And of course lefties are superior, I don’t know why we’re even talking about it.
Now, to my bitching.
I actually had a lovely Thanksgiving which included a family-wide men vs. women game of Trivial Pursuit (about 30 people, total). I need not tell you that the women won.
Friday, I spent the day working on National Novel Writing Month, as per my plan, and made it to 43,000 words. Then Saturday morning, my roommate called me from Texas to tell me one of our friends was having an existential crisis, and despite the fact that I wanted to sit alone in the house and write and most especially not talk to anybody, I had to call up said friend and invite her out so she didn’t sit in her basement and dwell all night. So, that was no writing on Saturday. I had hoped to actually be finished on Saturday night.
Yesterday, I woke up with bronchitis. So, to the doctor, then home to rest, and still no writing. I had things I wanted to do every night this week, too. Wah.
And my MP3 player has decided the screen doesn’t want to work anymore. I need the screen. And I just told my mother not to buy me an iPod for my birthday. Grr.
First thing this morning, my computer at work freezes, I can’t do anything. I’m just annoyed all over the place.
Good morning everyone! This is my first opening of a MMP in many a moon (since Rue’s day), but the title grabbed me (I love Wuthering Heights).
My weekend entailed a 5.5 hour drive home from my dad’s (where I visited for Thanksgiving), and a Saturday night Thanksgiving pot-luck at a friend’s. At the end of the night I volunteered to take home the turkey carcas and remains, and so on Sunday made turkey soup for the first time. I’ve never made soup with anything other than bullion cubes. A pot of water with the turkey, onions, carrots, and cellery sat simmering on the stove for hours. The apartment smelled wonderful all afternoon.
** BooFae**, ( if I may speak in the familar) inspiring OP. I have to admit, I’ve never donated time, which in many cases is much more valuble than mere dollars.
IT’S SNOWING! It hardly ever snows here. Well, actually, it snowed last night, but it’s still on the ground.
The entire area is virtually paralyzed. We have less than an inch, and schools are closed. Hubby worked yesterday (24 hour shift) and has been held over until 9:30 this morning because people couldn’t make it in.
I know exactly how this morning went for those folks:
Alarm goes off. Get up to the bathroom. Look out the window. See white stuff. ( even though the roads are bare and wet.) Call the boss to say, “I’m snowed in, we have 6 inches in the driveway.” Hang up, snicker to oneself, climb back into bed.
Lather, rinse, repeat for everyone scheduled.
It is supposed to stay clod all week and we may get more snow before it gets warm again. The good news is Hubby starts his “Kelly” week (five days in a row off) so we won’t be bothered with the “snowed in guilt.”
I forgot to comment on the innate superiority of us lefties. It’s interesting how many of us here are sinister. In the best possible way, of course!
Speaking of lefties, I noticed something interesting yesterday. Papa Tigs, who is also a southpaw, stirs things counterclockwise. I stir clockwise. What might be the significance of this? Why does he insist on doing it backwards?
My passport is current. I could catch the next flight and be there for tea tomorrow.
Please tell her to include crumpets.
Did 'im indoors do this with you? 'Cause that would make him 'm outdoors…I am so funny!
I am just back from the eye doctor. Got my pupils dilated, but while I cannot read print on paper, I can read the Dope. I find that weird. Almost done with my part of the group project and need to do some work on the Paper. (shut up, swampy ). Eye doc recommends bifocals for me, since I do so much up close and then distance stuff…funny, I haven’t gotten any AARP material in the mail. #2 son also went to the eye doctor and got a good report. Yay!
My guess is he’s ashamed of his left-handedness and is attempting to assimilate better into righty culture by doing things their way. He has evidently not yet come to terms with his superiority in all things gauche.
Crumpets? She’ll be mortified if I ask for those. Hot potato scones and bannocks, that’s what you’ll get. And if you ask really nicely, she’ll make you some clootie dumpling…
Great OP, BooFae. I don’t donate my time, but I do donate money occasionally to various charities. I made a donation to the Food Bank before Thanksgiving. Even small things make you feel good!
Not much happening today. Gonna do a bit of laundry later. Maybe make some spaghetti sauce. Hubby is back to work, but says it might be a slow day, and might be home early.
Still warm here in Houston, but after over a week of beautiful weather, it’s finally raining. We actually need it, so I don’t mind.
Hmmm, very interesting. My son is a Leftie. I am a Rightie, but I can do lots of things left-handed. (I cannot, however, write with my left hand) I can throw equally well with either hand, too.
I also stir counterclockwise - and so does my son. Other righties stir clockwise. That was brought up at a Thanksgiving dinner years ago, among a family full of Righties, with my son and my niece being the only Lefties. The three of us were the only counterclockwise stirrers in the bunch. To try and stir clockwise feels very wrong.
In my Fire 1 class, the instructor has commented that I tie knots like a lefthanded person, but with my right hand. He was watching me, gave me a funny look, and said, “You’re doing something weird with your hands. Are you right or left-handed?” I said I was right-handed, and he just shrugged and said as long as the knots are correct, it’s okay.
They always come out correctly, and I when I tried it, I realized I can tie them equally well with either hand.
Aye-Scots, are we? Singin’ hinnies or baps*, anyone? C’n I just have a scone, good woman? and clotted cream. Ta.
I now work at the library, as many of you know. Well, I keep finding books there that interest me (who knew?). I found a children’s cook book series, called, “let’s cook the_____ way.” I brought home Let’s Cook the English Way, French, Norwegian and Chinese! So, guess what is for dinner on Wednesday-here in Midwest world?
Toad in the Hole! I’ve had Yorkshire pudding my whole life (with roast beef, of course), but this looks awesome. I’ve read of it, but always pictured something way different–more like bread with a hole cut in the middle, with a fried egg inside the hole kind of thing…
I stir BOTH ways. So there. I’m right handed to the extent that if you chopped off my left hand, I’m not sure I would miss it (except for typing).
*do they eat those in Scotland or is this Yorkshire food? And do we really care?
Great OP, BooFae. My church did a sleep out recently too (and it gets cold at night in MN!!), but I didn’t participate. They raised a lot of money, which is good.
I tend to do my part by making cookies/brownies/other goodies for the dinners that they take to a local shelter. It’s what I’m best at, and I hope maybe it brightens someone’s day to have homemade goodies.
T-day was good. KeithT’s mom is a good cook, and they’d gotten a free-range turkey, which was very yum. I like his family. I’m not a big fan of his family’s dogs, but oh well. I’m a cat person, what can I say?
And we made progress on wedding stuff while at his family’s. Picked up the rings from the jeweler there; had a consult with his sister on makeup (She works for Major Cosmetics company at a local department store.); met with the violinist friend of the family who’ll be playing at the wedding. So we’re getting there, but we still need to pick out the last few ornaments, find black dress shoes for KT, get back menu selections from everyone, and make other final decisions about the reception. ::sigh:: I thought this was going to be easy.
double post and I don’t care…my eyes have gone all wonky on me, so I’m off to take a mid-morning nap. Tough life and all…
Hey-#2 son coined a NEW WORD today. Twinch. It’s the cross between a twitch and a wince. I like the way it captures the sudden, evasive but still slightly painful movement of both of the words. Use it in a sentence! Expand your mind! “Tommy twinched when he pulled the fish hook from his upper lip.”
You’re getting into dangerous territory there, rigs - crumpets north of the border are more like thin pancakes, completely different to what us southerners call crumpets. Baps? Depends entirely on where you are! Round here, they’re soft white bread rolls.
Toad up the pole? That’s easy - it’s just batter with sausages in it.
Very nice OP BooFae! I did rock-a-thons and stuff like as a kid with my youth group. In my adult years I’ve given money to various causes. They had a similiar to your fund raising deal in Seattle a couple of years ago.
It’s snowing off and on again. My commute was horrendous. Although I didn’t have any snow, the ice was atrocious. My whole commute was spent doing a maximum of five mph. It took me from 6:15 until 7:45 to go 17 miles. It is very, very, slick down here.
That’s all I’ve got for now. I’ve got tons to do here at work.
I think it’s time for lots and lots of lunch. When I got home yesterday I made a sponge cake spread with lime curd and a macaroni casserole with chicken and cheese.
I didn’t mention that Attacks Husband come over on Saturday to feed the cats, and cleaned my stove, including taking out the burner plates and scrubbing them. He’s still single. Why?
Oh, and Mr. Lissar has gained about twenty-five necessary pounds since we got married. Six foot three and 155lbs. Cripes.
We had a power outage at work. Well, the main building had a power outage. My building had power. However, since power was out “up front” that meant no phone lines or :eek: internet :eek: until about half an hour ago. According to the “Light” man we had some bad power cables to our transformer that had to be replaced. It took four trucks to do it but they did it. We called him “Light” man cause he works for Water, Gas and Light and was here because of our lights.
Anyways…
A Redneck Biker Birthday Party with Beer, Fire and a Chainsaw
or
What I Did This Weekend
By
swampbear
My sis and bil have some, umm… interesting friends. BIL likes to ride and to some extent so does sis. She has an automatic motorcycle with training wheels on it. It’s cute. Well, since I was up there for the weekend and all, they invited me to go to a birthday party for one of their biker friends who was sixty-five on Saturday. So, naturally I said yes. I mean, how could one turn down an invite to a redneck biker birthday party after all? If I haven’t mentioned this before, I have just enough redneck in me to get all excited about stuff like this. Besides, free beer. One cannot turn down free beer very well either, can one?
It was an interesting experience. When we get there (to a trailer out in the woods), there’s this big bonfire going out in the back yard. They were ever mindful of fire safety however. The fire was in a fire pit. It was nice cause it was kinda cool outside and that’s where most of the partyin’ was goin’ on although the munchies were set up inside along with the karaoke machine should one feel the need to partake of either munchies or karaoke. I may or may not be spelling karaoke right, but that doesn’t matter. Pay attention!
So there we have redneck biker birthday, fire and beer. Now comes the chainsaw part. It became a matter of great concern that there might not be enough wood to keep the fire going all night. Luckily for us, somebody thought to bring a chainsaw. Even luckier, there was a pile of scrap lumber just waiting to be chainsawed and made into firewood. All I know is I was standing around the fire [del]droolin’ over bikers[/del] having loveley intellectual chitchat when all of a sudden I hear VRRRROOOOOMMMM VRRRROOOOOMMMM VRRRROOOOOMMMM, that unmistakable sound of a chainsaw being fired up. Bear in mind this was before I knew that somebody had had the forethought to bring along a chainsaw to a birthday party. Thus scrap lumber was chainsawed up so that there would be a continuous source of wood for the fire. Lest you think these folks were being all careless and footloose with chainsawin’, they did take precautions. Somebody turned their truck lights on so they could see to chainsaw up the scrap lumber. So now we have redneker biker birthday, fire, beer and a chainsaw. Lovely ain’t it?
Oh, and just for gotti, there was a veritable buffet of burly biker bear to behold. Just thought you’d want to know that.
Great job, boofae! I don’t think I could do it. My idea of camping these days is the a nice Holiday Inn beachfront. I have done my Xmas good deed already, though. The company supports a program of providing presents for needy families. We each get a family member to shop for and fifty bucks. I always plump up the dough with a bit of my own. This year I have a 14-year-old who’s wish list was a CD player, Latin Regae CDs and purple fluffy slippers. Chez Target had everything on the list.
Lefties are the only ones in their right minds. So there!
Kai, how are the bamboo floors holding up under llittle doggie toenails?
Things continue toxic at the Grumpus apartment. Nurse Debbie[sup]TM[/sup] arrives this afternoon for a week to give Barbee and I a break. Good thing because I am at the end of my rope.
I have done my Xmas good deed already, though. The company supports a program of providing presents for needy families. We each get a family member to shop for and fifty bucks. I always plump up the dough with a bit of my own. This year I have a 14-year-old who’s wish list was a CD player, Latin Regae CDs and purple fluffy slippers. Chez Target had everything on the list. 