Monday Night Lounge
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Beer – it’s what’s for dinner
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Please recommend
(and unrecommend the Cafe/Lounge from earlier) |
May the 4’s be with you
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Beer – it’s what’s for dinner
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Please recommend
(and unrecommend the Cafe/Lounge from earlier) |
and rounds of Kumbaya will begin promptly at 9:00 PM.
I’ll make sure I am passed out before the singing starts. LOL
Oh c’mon – I was hoping you’d bring Bette and Reba to accompany.
If you heard those two barking at full voie you would change your mind. Reba(the big one) has a piercing bark that I truely think could peel paint off a wall.
I’d prefer gingganggooliegooliegooliewashwash for a campfire song.
Myriad forgot to sign out – that’s really me above.
Thats a new one. Hi there Myriad!!!
LOL Okay Hi Keres.
The funny thing is, despite our growing up half-the-world apart, Imogen/myriad and I can actually both remember (and still sing) gingganggoolie this nonsense song.
I’ve got the campfire and there’s no way I can use it right now.
Is it too cold for fire? And that weenie…
It’s definitely too cold outsdie for an exposed weenie.
But if you expose an weenie to heat isn’t it supposed to expand and explode as comparied to a cold weenie.
Are we talking about your average Alabama weenie as compared to your Antarctica weenie?
Thank god I was born in the south then. 😉
Oh how we brag. No wonder you never venture north anymore – major shrinkage.
Hey Familyman, Here`s a “pear” from the cactus in an earlier post. Shaving them is the hard part. The fruit is delicious but is as seedy as a pomengranet, & stains as much also. It took a while, my photos are filed by memory & out of over 500 gigs of images, I have to use my memory retention tricks, those I can remember, anyway. According to Kidspeak it`s starting to fail though.
Now that I see it, I do remember it. Although we never did anything with them, I wish we had just to see what it would taste like.
shocked…to think you don’t acknowledge that THIS one is the definitive down under campfire song [mp3 2.5Mb]
march on the pentagon: 3.17.07
It is indeed, and you found a version complete with wobble board! Well done.
I’m going to get some chaw so I can ostentatiously spit on the lounge the whole time you’re singing.
EWWWWWWWWWWWWWW
Who let the goat-roper disguised as Andi in here??
but having checked the definition, some people would say it’s a synonym for hoosier.
Everytime I hear hoosier I think ‘daddy’
well that’s among the less than complimentary explanations.
Unlikely, unless they’re transplanted Texans. (Might be a few from Upper Texas, aka Oklahoma), some who’ve drifted over into Louisiana, etc.
Oh, I guess goat-ropers can be found anywhere. Anyhow, just one goat roper joke, and then I have to go clean. Can’t postpone it any longer:
If someone is telling you about a satellite and you respond that you don’t think you have ever seen a saddle with a light – you may be a goat-roper.
OK, it is corny, and not really funny. Better is my conversation with my paper “boy” (in his late teens, I’d guess) when I moved to East Texas:
He was dressed in a 10 gallon hat, cowboy shirt, boot-cut levis, with the outline of a round snuff can worn in the rear pocket. Also a leather belt with a huge fancy brass buckle, and conspicuous green and yellow cowboy boots. Driving a spotlessly shiny and unscratched Ford pick-up with whitewall tires and double gun rack, without guns.
“Hah, mah nayum is Frank Graham. Ahm yore paper boh.”
OK, I was born in Mississippi, and I do speak Southern – even now, when pressed (Andi can testify), I can still speak it pretty fluently. I was sure I could understand every word.
I wrote him a check: “Pay to the order of Frank Graham, etc. “
I gave him the check. He became extremely upset. “NO,” he said, “NO, Mah Nayum is Frank Grae-yum.”
OK, I thought. “but that’s what the check says. ”
“NO, it sayuz Frank Grae-yum. Mah name is Frank Graeeyim”.
I was floored. I didn’t hear any real difference. I asked him to spell his name.
“It’s spelt just lak it sow-unds! Gee Are Ah Eeym. Grae-yum!”
[Translation: GRIM. Frank GRIM was speaking a language that sounds Southern, but is not: East Texan. Check GWB for a reasonable fake of same accent).
“Laydee, eyuu must bee uh Yangkee!”
Genuine goat-roper.
I used to work with a guy whose last name was “Nail.”
He explained that it had been O’Neal, until a couple of generations ago when the family had moved to Texas and were constantly asked “whut the f#@ks the ‘o’ fer?”
That’s about like the folks up here that I’ve seen spell Barack Obama’s name O’Bama.
Must be one of those “black Irish.”
ROTFLMAO!!!!!
When I was sentenced to Texas Tech for the first time, my Philadelphia accent and East Coast style of play on the basketball court stood out. A kid from a small New Mexico town asked me if I was from England. When I told him I was from Philadelphia, he asked what city in Philadelphia?
To be fair, we became pretty good friends. I went to his house one time and was mystified by his family’s evaporative cooler until he showed my how it worked. Later, we went for walk around the place and I was stunned when a rattler blocked our way. His younger sister blew its head off with what I thought was the world’s largest pistol. She was a year younger than me, (the sister, not the snake), and I had a terrific crush on her (once again, the sister, not the snake.) Her possession of a pistol, her fearlessness of the snake, and the accuracy of her shot gave me pause to consider acting on my attraction. Turns out his mother thought I was a nice kid, but kinda slow, and steered his sister away from me. No doubt for the best all the way around.
“Chaw” takes me back to my brief and misguided membership in my high school’s chapter of the Future Farmers of America. And definately not in a good way.
Ohmygosh – I’ve never met someone who was in the FFA.
I dated the chapter president. LOL
I’m thinking this wasn’t Patty the farm girl?
LOL it was patrick the stud and he did not chew or dip. LOL
Fell for a boy in that blue corduroy jacket? It was quite fetching.
LOL the wranglers did more for me than the jacket. LOL
I can’t imagine you doing anything ostentatiously.
Spiders on drugs.
Hi Manny,
I recognize John Goodman, but what’s the movie?
probably the scariest movie I’ve ever seen in my life: Arachnophobia.
🙂
Aw, Manny – I liked that movie. It’s a good B movie to eat popcorn by.
I hate spiders so I never watched it. LOL
You are a sick sick woman. Didn’t it occur to you that there might be spiders in that popcorn?
I don’t mind spidery or ghosty movies, I just hate all of the slasher ones. Now if there was one about an infestation of palmetto bugs….oh yeah, that’s my house in the summer. Nevermind.
“Palmetto bug” sounds so inocuous, when what you really mean is Humongous Flying Cockroaches. Millions of them. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.
State bird of Texas.
or the bee hive of the woman in front of yall. LOL
day I check under the lampshade before turning it off.
I don’t know why I watched the whole thing, masochism at its lowest form.
All it took me was a few seconds of the preview and I was out of my seat and up the aisle.
and I were watching it a few years ago and at one point I twitched so hard that I sent a glass of tea flying across the room and shattered it on the wall. I wish I could tell you that it was my first time viewing that paragon of horror flicks, but no.
You better not look at CBtE’s spider pictures from Big Bend, then! 🙂
(Who knew tarantulas grew in the wild?)
You failed to give the arachnid warning!
This is supposed to be an arachnid-free zone, or time given for some of us to avert our eyes! I had my glasses off and clicked the Q#$%#$ arrow!
I did put spider, but I hear your pain and will endevor to do better next time.
had dial-up that would have never happened.
I really do have to join the Church of Luddites. It would make some things so much simpler.
I’ve been gone for a couple of days, and BA-Booooommm
gesh, c’mon people…..
Cherokee Lore
An old Indian Grandfather said
to his grandson who came to him
with anger at a friend who had
done him an injustice……..
Let me tell you a story. I too,
at times, have felt a great
hate for those that have taken
so much, with no sorrow for what
they do. But hate wears you
down, and does not hurt your enemy.
It is like taking poison and
wishing your enemy would die.
I have struggled with these
feelings many times.
He continued……
It is as if there are two
wolves inside me;
One is good and does no harm.
He lives in harmony with all
round him and does not take
offense when no offense was
intended. He will only fight
when it is right to do so,
and in the right way. He saves
all his energy for the right
fight.
But the other wolf, ahhh!
He is full of anger.
The littlest thing will set
him into a fit of temper. He
fights everyone, all the time,
for no reason.
He cannot think because his
anger and hate are so great.
It is helpless anger, for his
anger will change nothing.
Sometimes it is hard to live
with these two wolves inside
me, for both of them try to
dominate my spirit.
The boy looked intently into
his Grandfather’s eyes and asked…
Which one wins, Grandfather?
The Grandfather smiled and
quietly said……
The one I feed.
wado my friends….peace be with you..always ; )
I think you need to post that story in the meta dairies where they keep picking at the scab so nothing heals.
I did mean to add that is a beautiful story and also very true.
Shhhhhh. I think it’s quieted down now. Don’t jinx it.
Okay. I will cross my fingers also.
nothing more need be said
peace bro
march on the pentagon: 3.17.07
Beautiful picture Dada!!! I love wolves. They are such beautiful and intellegent creatures.
Hi ya’ll. Everybody good??
I’m doing great and hope you are.
Hiya Oneal
How’s your day been going?
56 and feeling every day of it (and more, most days)
Well Happy Birthday Oneal.
And many more.
Thanks pal.
Birthdays are special around here. You can always expect a cake and other goodies.
Usually the cake is for elves, and we adults are supposed to take a little piece. Not in my house they don’t. My nieces and nephews know they’d better dig in if they want any, because I’ll eat it all.
what a cutie!!!!
You guys are sooooo sweet! Thank you.
That’s what family is for. Hope you have a great birthday!!!!
ice cream and cake time!
I scream
You scream
We all scream for ice cream!
Thanks Andi.
And I happy to note that I out-geezer you by four months.
Looks good, but where are the candles and icing? 🙂
OK Icould do without the candles, but a little icing maybe?
another cutie!!!!
All dirt poor and so happy. They all show up here almost every day now (summer holidays, schools out yippeeee!!) to swim in the pool and play with the dogs and eat cake and hambugers and home-made bread and generally to bring a lot of sunshine into my life. I hav erecently started teaching them English (which they are all dying to learn) and this month we’re starting a dental program for them.
How sweet of you.
Hate to cut it a short night, but I think I’m going to take somemore migraine medicine and go to sleep.
Hope everyone has a good night in the pond.
Happy Birthday again Oneal.
See you soon.
See you soon.
Remind me never to follow a link in another diary no matter how interesting it sounds.
I need to take a break from the site for awhile but I’ll still be reading.
I’m feeling creeped out by the level of unmitigated hatred toward me on another site and it’s creeping me out because I’ve shared pics of my kids and some personal information, and it’s just scary that someone I don’t know at all would have that level of venom directed at me.
Sorry everyone.
oh I am sorry to hear that. You know we love you and are hear for you.
Welcome to my life. I’m sorry, SN.
I’ve been cooling my jets, waiting for the water in the pond to warm up a bit– been kind of frosty around here for the last few days. Let’s get back to it now. Love to all. Thanks for the birthday greetings.
opened here.