When I ran across this Sunday from 2010, I had to choose it for today’s classic A&J, because a couple of dear friends of mine are leaving this morning for a vacation in France. I wish them a hearty bon voyage, and of course I envy them. Though, when it comes to the average passenger manifest, Janis Goose probably is closer to the truth than Arlo Goose. You’re going to roll your eyes at this next bit. I’ve talked about it on several occasions in the past, but you have to admit: some of the things I dwell on here to no apparent end do sometimes produce results, eventually. I am again/still giving my online presence a lot of thought, and I now, finally, realize this will mean a lot more than a cosmetically revamped traditional Web site. When it does happen, a lot of you aren’t going to like it at first. There are a lot of things I won’t like so much either, but social media are were creativity is headed. It’s largely there already. I do believe, however, that ultimately nothing we enjoy now will be lost, and a lot will be gained. I hope it happens sooner than later, if only because I can stop worrying about it.
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TR, Ruth Anne, thanks for the information. As the fundraiser goes until December, should be able to come up with some $. Thanks for sharing it. 🙂
Jackie, when you say your home suite is “Chippendale”, you are referring to furniture and not the dance troupe, aren’t you?
Absolutely. Most Chip and Dale’s are not hetero.
Furniture. Big heavy rosewood backed folding bed frame that reaches ceiling. Would not want that to fall! Removed the curtained sides, absolutely too lords chambers.
Besides the look of a curtained bed, imagine the cats climbing on them. They are bad enough with drapes in a window!
You will remember my house has no drapes, only plantation shutters on Windows. You can flip open shutters or open entirely but no drapes.
Not to alarm anyone but I am feeling punny up here. My ears are beginning to hurt, eyes burning and scratchy, sore throat, etc. Hope it goes away. I am crawling back in bed.
Oh, geez, Jackie. Not the crud, I hope.
You brought it up. so I gotta ask…four-poster bed?
Yes. It had a big flat canopy across top and wooden cross boards, side drapes on all four posts which I am not doing now. They overwhelmed the low ceilings and small rooms in my present cottage.
It is beautiful wood. Reproduction but has moved to antique finally. One of my last minions hung sheer panels all around it which was interesting. I took them down. Cats loved them.
Tried to find a similar design. All the ones I found were simply open fret work frames. This one is solid wood, back is eight feet tall and hinges in middle so it can be moved. Weighs a ton.
Good morning Villagers…
Spoke with the neighbor, and it’s not their kitten. Husband has already name him…Spike. Remember the cartoon dogs Spike and Chester? I see a vet bill in my future.
Ian found another rooster…he pulled him out of one of the bottom cages, and put him next to my Golden Boy. He’s not as pretty as Golden Boy, he’s all white.
Got my crock pot out, picked up a chunk of sirloin and will be coming home to a yummy meal.
have a blessed Lord’s day……
GR 😉 flesh colored??? Good one, and there was a time in my life I was….
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=99svrFj-G_g
today’s grin:
https://i.chzbgr.com/full/8974374400/hEAA9518F/
It’s 6 a.m. on Sunday morning and I woke up even without the alarm after I finally figured out how to change it on phone. Pavlovian trained sleeping pattern. The dog of course is curled up asleep. Have a date with a good looking Dutch boat designer and builder down on my boat. Unfortunately it is about the boar. I own a boat more beautiful than I and with as many issues.
Boat damn it Hal! It is 8 a.m. now and the reset alarm has gone off. Dog kissed me enthusiastically and went back to sleep on my leg.
It is down right cool up here in the 60s and I mostly have a wardrobe packed for Corpus Christi and Gulf Coast. Lows have been in 40s and highs in 60s and southerners usually declare that winter.
Here’s a story that will probably interest Ghost and emb; http://www.chron.com/entertainment/things-to-do/myspy/article/San-Marcos-pays-homage-to-its-mermaid-past-9229704.php
Hauled many a beauty queen in parades in my red Malibu convertible, plus in a borrowed Mustang and a Mercedes . No mermaids, but some with cute tails, nevertheless. No beauty queens in bikini tops, either, come to think of it.
Ghost: I don’t want ’em, you can have ’em, they’re too much for me. Peace,
Sitting in boat cockpit discussing my project and a baby seal with spots like a puppy was swimming around with a fish in its mouth. It hung around marina and surfaced periodically.
Going in search of lunch. Missed breakfast.
Oh my, where did that pale blue convertible come from? I intended to exit there. Looks like BMW, IT IS.
Started doing this earlier and had to rush to get down to marina and boat. Here is the famous SNL audition of Patrick Swayze and Chris Farley to be Chippendale dancers. And no, I am not so much a SNL fan as I was a Swayze fan.
https://youtu.be/Qflfp736qoo
Have not caught up but
Steve F RO
were pretty rare and I have left them uneaten. It is just not appetizing nor do I like the taste of raw meat. Since the food poisoning episodes (even though I have been told the burgers have reached the proper temperature ) I still insist on cooking my meat more when I see it rare or medium.
When I do hamburger I make it with bread and an egg – then use a metal cup over it while frying.
That makes a juicy burger even well done.
Grind your own meat for burgers – less area for pathogens to develop.
As a kid we ate RAW ground beef on Caraway Rye, raw onion, and a raw egg.Salt & pepper.
In this MN community any open house or gathering they had “cannibal meat” –
ground raw beef with spices. but if you are brought up on it and are scrupulous about being clean – there was never a problem.
GM Debbe
What ARE we doingoing? I am sitting out at picnic table and a Diet Coke, Dickens and the remains of a banh mi Vietnamese sandwich watching people, water, yellow jackets and rain clouds rolling in.
Ghost, in the early ’80s, my tiny black and white TV gave out. I was without one for over a year. I’d probably miss it after a few weeks now, but didn’t then.
I let one of the wretched things in with my first child over great protest. I should have been more stalwart and firmer in resolution. I don’t miss one at all now. It has been one year nine months but I am not counting.
The idea of a man who has an unused television in an armoire appeals.
Where Jackie’s been for the last week: http://www.ptleader.com/news/photos-th-wooden-boat-festival/collection_4be19d54-7b6e-11e6-b45d-bf95bb24a214.html