Well I’ve put it off for a couple of months now, so I figured what the heck. I’ll get feed up in about 30 minutes and put it up again for another few months.
I’m a coffee snob now. I don’t like weekends because I have to make it in the big coffee maker instead of my little coffee press. Not as good. Oh well.
If by bedsheet snob you mean thread count, then count me in. Mine have to be no less than 500 but the majority of my sheets are 1000 thread count sheets. LOL
He’s very tactile that way. He loves flannel sheets, I used to hate them because they were so ghetto man. Then they started making the jersey sheets….I finally gave up and tried them because he was always looking so forlorn in the sheet isle I couldn’t take it. We are the wrong side of the tracks in the sheet department now and I have been converted. I still enjoy a fresh laundered every so slightly crisp bedsheet but I don’t miss them anymore. Pressed coffee with heavy cream will always be heaven though.
Because the Mr. wants coffee on the weekends and apparently wives are supposed to supply coffee to their husbands in the mornings. Weekends he just dashes out the door.
She was so funny at the dog park yesterday. She’s just like that annoying kid on the playground who brings something really cool and then won’t let you touch it. She found a knotted piece of rope and just paraded it around in front of the other dogs and then ran away when they tried to grab it. She ended up in a tug-of-war with a fat English bulldog named Daisy. I never laughed so hard.
It is a real trachea and it is a chew. They have buckets of things and a “body parts list” posted above. Knee bones, tracheas, tendons, cow’s ears. They don’t sell pig ears because they’re too high in fat. So lay off the pork rinds, FM.
OK I’m getting fed up with this wireless. It says it’s not connected, but it is. I can’t find where to secure it and I’m tired of going through the same things over and over and ending up at the same place.
Good morning all. Today we have boran2boy’s bowling party. Of course his actual birthday is about a week from now but family a get-together makes that date impossible.
in the last year we have managed to excise the cancers that plagued us; Terrel Owens, Bobby Clarke and now Allen Iverson.
I dont care if we lose every game in every sport for the next year (we will probably be very close to that)…..the cancer is gone and now we can start building our sports future.
Hmm — mid-day at the pond again, when critters’ activity tends to slow down.
At least it’s not frozen, however.
🙂
Hope everyone’s enjoying a truly lovely Sun Day & feeling a little warmth. Just woke up, myself — lost in a dreaming sea, without a homeward course. How very appropriate!
In any case, hope to hear the gentle sound of your active flippers sometime soon.
I’m sure this is little consolation, Andi, but after a fine walk in the woods I’d attack the laundry with pleasure.
I’m guessing it wasn’t too chilly out there today. Needless to say, I couldn’t romp about with the pups in spirit today (since I was in France) & couldn’t tell.
I’m afraid doing the laundry with pleasure is on my list of six impossible things before breakfast. The walk, though, was very nice and yes, the chill has moved off to bother some other place — it’s supposed to be in the low 50s all week so you should be able to easily schedule some psychic romping.
The Pack is sorry that you missed the deer carcase, especially as Jim decided to remove the remains before they were entirely through with it.
Oh boy!! Dead deer! Sensory orgasm for the Pack, no doubt! Did they eat any? And what did Jim do to dispose of it that wouldn’t clue them to its location?
Funeral pyre?
I sure do hope that I’ll be able to travel along those tender pathways with them soon. I could definitely use a little of that natural sensory excitement. The best I’ve got going for me now is the stimulation of sticky-tape & tinsel on my fingertips.
I see the Catskills are warm too — about 50 currently. Here we’ve got near 80, about 62% humidity (judging from sweat viscosity).
(far be it from my beloved pond-mates & I to refrain from the gross), I notice that my perspiration smells very different here than it did at home. I’m guessing it’s the tap water –which tends to taste rather fishy (in both senses).
In light of your extended travels, would this be possible?
They pretty well picked it clean. Jim just took the bones and put them in a trash bag and then in a garbage can. Although they bring home lots of deer parts, dragging an entire carcase home is very unusual (and means that Giddy did it since Hopeful’s back legs haven’t got the strength anymore and Sniff is too small).
Well, good for them (& good for Jim)! I’m guessing you didn’t want them to get at the bones ’cause of the splinters?
In any case, they’ve just had one of the best meals possible (& they know it, too!). I’d expect them all to get quite springy anon. At least that’s what deer meat always did for me.
I always allowed my kitties to hunt for themselves as preferred & encouraged them to enjoy the fruits of their labors. Not that they needed much encouragement. Couldn’t find a finer diet for them if I paid $30 a can!
Hi Andi, Hi WW, I went to the art museum this morning and saw a wonderful exhibit of Rembrandt etchings. It’s amazing that art created hundreds of years ago is just as fresh as if it was done yesterday.
Other than dead deer and fishy B.O., how are you both 🙂
Just experienced the oddest vision: bands of rag-tag, spaced-out Rembrandt fans following the exhibits ’round the country like Deadheads.
🙂
I’ve got to say that I prefer the paintings, too — but I’m sure I’d find the etchings as fascinating as you have. When one considers the endurance of our creations related to our mortality, it’s, like, a real trip, man.
Hope your weather’s a bit friendlier, maryb. Are you pleased with your tree?
My tree looks nice except I still can’t find the star for the top. I don’t think I’ve put up this tree since I moved into this house 6 years ago. Maybe I lost it in the move 🙁
I guess I need to get a new one. I have an angel but she goes on the big tree — on this little one she looks like she has a tree stuck up her butt
I’ve been decorating in spurts for a few days now — mainly for newly widowed Mom, as she enjoys it. I haven’t decorated (nor spent Christmas with her) in at least 20 years!
Yep, I’d say you left your star behind at your old digs & I should definitely find one to fit your tree. We hate to see angels uncomfortable.
‘Course, I mean that you should find a star for your tree, as any effort on my part would probably prove highly impractical. Plus, I’m generally disabled by sticky-tape.
Alas, Mom’s just brought in a few more garlands, so I’d best get to it before she throws a hissy.
I found the Rijksmuseum first and then the Dayton site.
Manny’s in Tucson — not exactly a hop and a skip from Phoenix. It’s going to be in Portland, too — we’d been thinking of taking our summer hiking trip in that area so that’s also a possibility.
heh, I figure if I got as close as Phoenix I’d figure out a way to see him. Portland would be good. You going to do mountain hiking? Or the Willamette Valley? Or the coast? (So many options in Oregon).
If we go, it will be mostly mountains. The last time we went we developed the hots for Mt. Jefferson but only saw it from a distance so hiking around there is high on the list. I also really want to go hike the John Day Fossil Beds but I think I’m afraid it is too hot in the summer.
Andi, before I check out to go manipulating plastic tree-boughs, I’d just like to say that I adore the notion of ‘developing the hots’ for Mt. Jefferson.
The bronchitis is gone, but I’m still sneezing all the time. On top of everything else, FMom has a bad case of asthma. If she wasn’t so damned stubborn, I would have had her to the doctor last week.
BTW have you ears been burning. If you haven’t been to FARfetched b, go and read about his Xmas broadcast. 🙂
Morning Andi. Beautiful picture above.
I’m trying to get my wireless hooked by up again, so if I go out all of a sudden you’ll know why.
I’m impressed that you’d mess with ‘puter stuff so early in the morning.
Well I’ve put it off for a couple of months now, so I figured what the heck. I’ll get feed up in about 30 minutes and put it up again for another few months.
I’m a coffee snob now. I don’t like weekends because I have to make it in the big coffee maker instead of my little coffee press. Not as good. Oh well.
Lets see. You’re a coffee snob and a bed sheet snob. Is there no end to your snobbery. 🙂
Apparently not.
Your brain seems to function best in the morning, while mine sleeps in until at least 7 PM.
If by bedsheet snob you mean thread count, then count me in. Mine have to be no less than 500 but the majority of my sheets are 1000 thread count sheets. LOL
He’s very tactile that way. He loves flannel sheets, I used to hate them because they were so ghetto man. Then they started making the jersey sheets….I finally gave up and tried them because he was always looking so forlorn in the sheet isle I couldn’t take it. We are the wrong side of the tracks in the sheet department now and I have been converted. I still enjoy a fresh laundered every so slightly crisp bedsheet but I don’t miss them anymore. Pressed coffee with heavy cream will always be heaven though.
I am too hot natured for flannel or jersey sheets. LOL
Shouldn’t we be rushing around doing chores?
I should be but I will do them when I get home tonight. LOL
RF, I need your opinion on a plot twist. Check your mail at the acct on your BT user page.
why can’t you use the coffee press on weekends?
That’s a good question.
Because the Mr. wants coffee on the weekends and apparently wives are supposed to supply coffee to their husbands in the mornings. Weekends he just dashes out the door.
I mean weekDAYS he just dashes.
Why not make coffee for yourself in press and don’t share it with him and let him have the coffeemaker coffee.
Too much work. But sometimes I claim that I forgot it was a weekend since he sleeps several hours after I get up. I’m a very bad wife.
normal human being. 🙂
A wives work is never done. Just be happy you’re not living on a farm. You could be pulling a plow. 🙂
My sister has a little farm and it’s awful and depressing. Nothing like a storybook farm where the animals are all smiling and it’s always sunny.
In other words a normal farm.
Then make a big pot for him and use the press for yourself. LOL
Hopeful seems bummed that I’ve interrupted her game of plastic pot deck-hockey.
Easy solution. Get Hopeful another dog to play with. Think of all the joy you’ll have.
I think she looks perplexed that you don’t want to join in.
She was so funny at the dog park yesterday. She’s just like that annoying kid on the playground who brings something really cool and then won’t let you touch it. She found a knotted piece of rope and just paraded it around in front of the other dogs and then ran away when they tried to grab it. She ended up in a tug-of-war with a fat English bulldog named Daisy. I never laughed so hard.
Much better than the Pack chasing each other to get the deer leg.
I bought her a cow trachea yesterday. She looooves it.
okay, showing my ignorance here — is this some sort of chew?
I thought she meant a real cow trachea.
It is a real trachea and it is a chew. They have buckets of things and a “body parts list” posted above. Knee bones, tracheas, tendons, cow’s ears. They don’t sell pig ears because they’re too high in fat. So lay off the pork rinds, FM.
Haven’t eaten pork rinds since I was a kid. Now cow’s ears sound tasty. 😉
Funny thing is, the cow ear was smaller than Hopeful’s ear.
My dogs have a similar list (though heavier on the bone side) but it’s built around deer, raccoon, and squirrel parts and they do their own shopping.
HJ has to improvise.
I think we’re going to go improvise a walk.
See ya later.
ROTFLMAO!!!!
I should probably mention that I get many, many “awwws” over her name and I never tell them I stole it.
Not stolen, named in honor of.
okay. 🙂
What a cute puppy and I agree with Familyman, shee needs a puppy playmate.
This is the canine version of what I see many times each day at school. I call it the “Wha’d I do?” look.
OK I’m getting fed up with this wireless. It says it’s not connected, but it is. I can’t find where to secure it and I’m tired of going through the same things over and over and ending up at the same place.
Maybe in another two months.
Well George is ready to go out and I’ll be damned if I’m going to let this wireless beat me today.
See ya’ll later.
Good morning all. Today we have boran2boy’s bowling party. Of course his actual birthday is about a week from now but family a get-together makes that date impossible.
Morning Boran2!!!! Have fun at the bowling party. I have the Stonewall Democrtas Holiday Party this afternoon and am looking forward to it.
Good morning, refinish! Have a good time at the party!
I will. Sorry my answers are late in coming this am, but I am still doing a lot of work on my design site. LOL
its a bright morning in philly
in the last year we have managed to excise the cancers that plagued us; Terrel Owens, Bobby Clarke and now Allen Iverson.
I dont care if we lose every game in every sport for the next year (we will probably be very close to that)…..the cancer is gone and now we can start building our sports future.
I was wondering about the reaction to Iverson. But we still have one Philly sports legacy from my day to deal with, Jim Bunning.
Hmm — mid-day at the pond again, when critters’ activity tends to slow down.
At least it’s not frozen, however.
🙂
Hope everyone’s enjoying a truly lovely Sun Day & feeling a little warmth. Just woke up, myself — lost in a dreaming sea, without a homeward course. How very appropriate!
In any case, hope to hear the gentle sound of your active flippers sometime soon.
I’m lost in a sea of dirty clothes making the journey to clean — I like your lost horizons better. 😉
I’m sure this is little consolation, Andi, but after a fine walk in the woods I’d attack the laundry with pleasure.
I’m guessing it wasn’t too chilly out there today. Needless to say, I couldn’t romp about with the pups in spirit today (since I was in France) & couldn’t tell.
I’m afraid doing the laundry with pleasure is on my list of six impossible things before breakfast. The walk, though, was very nice and yes, the chill has moved off to bother some other place — it’s supposed to be in the low 50s all week so you should be able to easily schedule some psychic romping.
The Pack is sorry that you missed the deer carcase, especially as Jim decided to remove the remains before they were entirely through with it.
Oh boy!! Dead deer! Sensory orgasm for the Pack, no doubt! Did they eat any? And what did Jim do to dispose of it that wouldn’t clue them to its location?
Funeral pyre?
I sure do hope that I’ll be able to travel along those tender pathways with them soon. I could definitely use a little of that natural sensory excitement. The best I’ve got going for me now is the stimulation of sticky-tape & tinsel on my fingertips.
I see the Catskills are warm too — about 50 currently. Here we’ve got near 80, about 62% humidity (judging from sweat viscosity).
(far be it from my beloved pond-mates & I to refrain from the gross), I notice that my perspiration smells very different here than it did at home. I’m guessing it’s the tap water –which tends to taste rather fishy (in both senses).
In light of your extended travels, would this be possible?
It wouldn’t surprise me but I’m not that a sensitive to smells so I haven’t ever noticed. I think we need a biologist.
Heck, I’ll just go with intuition & add it to the ‘Reasons To Go Home’ list — #52.
They pretty well picked it clean. Jim just took the bones and put them in a trash bag and then in a garbage can. Although they bring home lots of deer parts, dragging an entire carcase home is very unusual (and means that Giddy did it since Hopeful’s back legs haven’t got the strength anymore and Sniff is too small).
Well, good for them (& good for Jim)! I’m guessing you didn’t want them to get at the bones ’cause of the splinters?
In any case, they’ve just had one of the best meals possible (& they know it, too!). I’d expect them all to get quite springy anon. At least that’s what deer meat always did for me.
I always allowed my kitties to hunt for themselves as preferred & encouraged them to enjoy the fruits of their labors. Not that they needed much encouragement. Couldn’t find a finer diet for them if I paid $30 a can!
Splinters and the fact the by spring the area around the house looks like a paleontologist’s worksite.
As for allowing them to hunt, all they have to say is “snort”.
Indeed. And wag wag.
I can definitely relate to the springtime bone-yard. Up at my place, it was usually porcupines, for some reason. Of no interest to kitties whatsoever.
Truly love today’s brooding image, Andi. What I wouldn’t give for a few subtle blues & a little nip.
(In the air, I mean.)
Hi Andi, Hi WW, I went to the art museum this morning and saw a wonderful exhibit of Rembrandt etchings. It’s amazing that art created hundreds of years ago is just as fresh as if it was done yesterday.
Other than dead deer and fishy B.O., how are you both 🙂
glad that my laundry doesn’t have look like a dead deer or smell like fish.
The exhibit sounds wonderful, though I prefer paintings. The exhibition of Dutch art from the Hermitage that toured some years ago was spectacular.
I like painting better too so I was surprised by how much I enjoyed this. They provided magnifying glasses so you could enjoy the detail.
There is a Rembrandt exhibit right now in Dayton, but only through the beginning of January. Then it goes to Phoenix and Portland if I remember.
Just experienced the oddest vision: bands of rag-tag, spaced-out Rembrandt fans following the exhibits ’round the country like Deadheads.
🙂
I’ve got to say that I prefer the paintings, too — but I’m sure I’d find the etchings as fascinating as you have. When one considers the endurance of our creations related to our mortality, it’s, like, a real trip, man.
Hope your weather’s a bit friendlier, maryb. Are you pleased with your tree?
that’s quite a vision 🙂
My tree looks nice except I still can’t find the star for the top. I don’t think I’ve put up this tree since I moved into this house 6 years ago. Maybe I lost it in the move 🙁
I guess I need to get a new one. I have an angel but she goes on the big tree — on this little one she looks like she has a tree stuck up her butt
Are you decorating today?
I’ve been decorating in spurts for a few days now — mainly for newly widowed Mom, as she enjoys it. I haven’t decorated (nor spent Christmas with her) in at least 20 years!
Yep, I’d say you left your star behind at your old digs & I should definitely find one to fit your tree. We hate to see angels uncomfortable.
‘Course, I mean that you should find a star for your tree, as any effort on my part would probably prove highly impractical. Plus, I’m generally disabled by sticky-tape.
Alas, Mom’s just brought in a few more garlands, so I’d best get to it before she throws a hissy.
bye, I think I’m going to take a nap.
Sounds very nice on a winter Sunday. Sweet dreams, maryb.
I’m sure it’s like riding a bike — you don’t forget how to decorate. I’m glad your mother enjoys what you’re doing.
Yes, she does. I couldn’t be bothered otherwise.
Now if she’d only stop fretting when I climb a 3′ stepladder ..
The exhibit sounds interesting — Jim and I might have to think about taking a trip to Dayton when we’re off.
You could see Indy 🙂
Did you find the website? It’s only there through the 7th. After that you have to go visit Manny to see it.
I found the Rijksmuseum first and then the Dayton site.
Manny’s in Tucson — not exactly a hop and a skip from Phoenix. It’s going to be in Portland, too — we’d been thinking of taking our summer hiking trip in that area so that’s also a possibility.
heh, I figure if I got as close as Phoenix I’d figure out a way to see him. Portland would be good. You going to do mountain hiking? Or the Willamette Valley? Or the coast? (So many options in Oregon).
If we go, it will be mostly mountains. The last time we went we developed the hots for Mt. Jefferson but only saw it from a distance so hiking around there is high on the list. I also really want to go hike the John Day Fossil Beds but I think I’m afraid it is too hot in the summer.
Andi, before I check out to go manipulating plastic tree-boughs, I’d just like to say that I adore the notion of ‘developing the hots’ for Mt. Jefferson.
Cheerio! See you later (sans faux icicles).
I just looked up the fossil beds and it says they’re in a desert. So I bet they would be hot in summer.
I’d head for the mountains 🙂
I’m going to go take a nap. See ya later.
I just get back and miss everybody.
Who is around?
Hi FM … How are you doing?
Hi Olivia.
It’s good to see you. How’s things up in the balmy north?
Well I guess I lost ya.
I thought we were doing the 1/2 hr thing … 🙂
Nope not today. Have you finally gotten over your cold or is it still lingering?
How about you and FMom?
The bronchitis is gone, but I’m still sneezing all the time. On top of everything else, FMom has a bad case of asthma. If she wasn’t so damned stubborn, I would have had her to the doctor last week.
BTW have you ears been burning. If you haven’t been to FARfetched b, go and read about his Xmas broadcast. 🙂
that’s not good … you guys need to get better! that’s an order … 🙂
I haven’t been doing too much w/ b’s this w/e … I’ll have to go take a look.
Yes Mam. I’ll take that order.
Yeah I noticed you haven’t been around much for the past couple of days.
Guess what. I finally got my wireless router fixed. I don’t know how, but it’s fixed just the same.
wow … I’m very impressed … way to go. 🙂
You lost me. Way to go on saying I would put in a podcast or that you haven’t. 😛
Or were you talking about my b.
you’ve got it working after all this time … 🙂
Oh OK. Yep I’m proud, but still don’t know what I did. 🙂
didn’t your mothers ever tell it was impolite to bust the margins?
She sure did. I think when I was about three years old.
I’ll go and open a lounge.
no … that’s one thing she has never told me … 🙂
how she could have slipped up like that.
So I don’t think I’ve talked to you since you went to the hockey game — how was it?
That has to be the longest address I’ve ever seen for the new cafe, so you know how to get there.