Anyone do anything interesting?
Me?
Well, I played the derby, watched sports, worked, my sister and I took my mom out to dinner for mother's day.
Not much else.
What about everyone else?
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Anyone do anything interesting?
Me?
Well, I played the derby, watched sports, worked, my sister and I took my mom out to dinner for mother's day.
Not much else.
What about everyone else?
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Mine was nice. Went to the beach yesterday. Went to the pool on Saturday. Didn't win the lottery Saturday but no one else did either, so it's up to $27 million for Wednesday. Made some new paintings Friday evening and Saturday evening. Finished reading a memoir about Marie Antoinette, started a new one on Catherine de Medicis. Washed my car Saturday, as usual. Nothing out of the ordinary, just a nice weekend.
Went to a birthday party on Saturday night. The guest of honor was more of an acquaintance than a friend, but feeling obligated to bring a gift, I asked around to see what the dude likes. I was told he likes vodka. I suppose this is true because everytime I've seen him he's either drunk or on his way to getting drunk.
I arrived at the party early, took one look at the gift table and saw three other bottles of vodka sitting there in addition to mine. By the time gift opening began, there were 7 bottles of vodka and a set of shot glasses.
While at the party, I had an interesting conversation with a CCM grad who grew up in Florida. I openly wondered why he's still here, and he pretty much dismissed the cultural opportunities in the Sunshine State, comparing them unfavorably to the offerings here.
Sunday was spent celebrating Mother's Day, and it was a lovely time. We also celebrated several birthdays, including mine. Ma finally got around to giving me the birthday and Christmas gift she promised, and I was floored by her generosity. Since Dad probably has no idea, I'll probably slip some of it back to him. In the meantime, it looks like I'm buying some wrought iron patio furniture for neighborhood criminals to steal.
Now I can have AL over for steaks and merlot on the veranda.
Oh, I was in a minor accident at the Florence Lowe's on Sunday.
We both backed out about the same time, but due to the location of the impact, it appeared that I moved first by a second or two - meeting somewhere closer to where the other driver was originally parked.
I took the other driver's commentary as an admission of guilt:
"My husband is going to kill me."
ANOTHER car accident? Why am I so glad that you live one street over?
<font size="2" face="Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif">Tapping foot impatiently, wondering why the rest of us are not invited.Quote:
Now I can have AL over for steaks and merlot on the veranda.
Cap'n Whizbang-Sarcamo, you might like the place Erin took me for lunch yesterday. Kona in Oakley. Not bad. Not great, but really not bad.
<font size="2" face="Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif">Tapping foot impatiently, wondering why the rest of us are not invited.Quote:
Originally posted by gae:
ANOTHER car accident? Why am I so glad that you live one street over?
</font><blockquote><font size="1" face="Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif">quote:</font><hr /><font size="2" face="Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif">Now I can have AL over for steaks and merlot on the veranda.
Cap'n Whizbang-Sarcamo, you might like the place Erin took me for lunch yesterday. Kona in Oakley. Not bad. Not great, but really not bad.</font><hr /></blockquote><font size="2" face="Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif">You wanna drive me in your pick up truck to pick it up? Yeah, steaks are on me!
Actually, I'm thinking about heading to Lowe's tonight, and I'll probably just rent a truck for the evening. What's another $20?
Yeah. ANOTHER car accident. I'm telling you I'm a magnet for idiot drivers. And I swear this was NOT my fault. This flustered woman just wasn't looking. Please review the diagram below:
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*her car*-> <----*my car*
I had clearly begun reverse motion before ditzy chick begain her reverse motion. And you *know* how utterly slow I am backing up in my SUV due to the poor lines of vision.
State of Kentucky is no fault. So this shit ends up on my driving record regardless. Police said, "it's both of your faults." NOT.
I DON'T HAVE A TRUCK!!! I have a chick car.
<font size="2" face="Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif">Well then. You get burgers. AL gets steak - and not the kind one buys at Kroger. I'll go to the butcher shop.Quote:
Originally posted by gae:
I DON'T HAVE A TRUCK!!! I have a chick car.
Anywho, the only Lowes in the metro area who still had my set in stock is in Wilmington. Being the pushy bastard I am, my friend who has a summer home (read double wide) near Cowan Lake is going to pick it up either tonight or tomorrow when he heads up there for the night. Hopefully, it will fit in his pick up.
So this isn't a done deal yet.
Well, my patio furniture has arrived. Nothing fancy - just basic wrought iron stuff. I feel stupid that this has got me excited. Six years in my house and now I have something to sit on outdoors that's not plastic.
gae, I was just kidding about the burgers. You get steak, too.
Have to admit, I'm not good at entertaining. I find it rather stressful, primarily because I've not had the venue to have people over. Kind of hard when you're using the dining room as the bedroom.
Reason/Captain or whatever - I know exactly how you feel. When we bought our house (this house, actually) back in 1963 Jim had been laid off from so many jobs, had just gone to work again for Fernald, my parents had to co-sign for our loan and before we had closed on the house Jim was laid off AGAIN so we decided to rent out (it was already a two family house & we had intended to make it into a one family) the upstairs. So we (Jim & I & our two kids) moved in the three downstairs rooms. So we had a small kitchen, fairly large living room & a big dining room, which became our (all four of us) bedroom. Then after a month Jim was called back to Fernald on the 11 PM to 7 AM shift so I was here at home, with a toddler & an infant, living in three rooms with a husband who was working the night shift & TRYING to sleep during the day, a me trying to keep it quiet so Jim could get his rest & having little success at doing that. Right before we had our THIRD kid, in June of 1964 (we married in late November of 1960) we had to ask our tenant to move & we took over the entire house. Talk about hell!!!!!!!
BTW, our payments were $78.00 a month & in 1971 we put the addition on the house (because we were expecting Katie then) & I lay awake many a night worrying if we were going to be able to make the new house payment which had gone up to $111,oo a month. Those were the "good old days" for us! [img]redface.gif[/img] [img]redface.gif[/img] [img]redface.gif[/img] [img]wink.gif[/img] [img]graemlins/beer.gif[/img] [img]graemlins/wilted.gif[/img]
<font size="2" face="Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif">Wow.Quote:
Originally posted by Sluggo:
Reason/Captain or whatever - I know exactly how you feel. When we bought our house (this house, actually) back in 1963 Jim had been laid off from so many jobs, had just gone to work again for Fernald, my parents had to co-sign for our loan and before we had closed on the house Jim was laid off AGAIN so we decided to rent out (it was already a two family house & we had intended to make it into a one family) the upstairs. So we (Jim & I & our two kids) moved in the three downstairs rooms. So we had a small kitchen, fairly large living room & a big dining room, which became our (all four of us) bedroom. Then after a month Jim was called back to Fernald on the 11 PM to 7 AM shift so I was here at home, with a toddler & an infant, living in three rooms with a husband who was working the night shift & TRYING to sleep during the day, a me trying to keep it quiet so Jim could get his rest & having little success at doing that. Right before we had our THIRD kid, in June of 1964 (we married in late November of 1960) we had to ask our tenant to move & we took over the entire house. Talk about hell!!!!!!!
BTW, our payments were $78.00 a month & in 1971 we put the addition on the house (because we were expecting Katie then) & I lay awake many a night worrying if we were going to be able to make the new house payment which had gone up to $111,oo a month. Those were the "good old days" for us! [img]redface.gif[/img] [img]redface.gif[/img] [img]redface.gif[/img] [img]wink.gif[/img] [img]graemlins/beer.gif[/img] [img]graemlins/wilted.gif[/img]
I have to admit, part of my condition is by choice. To make renovation economically feasible, I felt I needed the rent, so I "suffered" - or should I say sacrificed - for six years.
The house is still a dump, but progress is being made. The decision was made last night to turn the upstairs kitchen into a laundry room - something that should be a rather simple process (knock on wood).
Sluggo's situation sounds somewhat like my parents'. Four kids shared one bedroom in a two bedroom matchbox house in Oakley. Not until the oven of an attic was renovated did we have third bedroom. No air conditioning, and the stairway came up from the kitchen, with the gas stove sitting at the bottom. Only one small window on each end of the house for ventilation. My God, it got hot.
As a matter of fact, the sound of a box fan became so sweet that to this day I go to sleep with a small fan running, no matter the temperature, no matter what time of year. Sometimes I take the fan with me on trips, just for the noise.
<font color="#FFFFAA" size="1">[ May 11, 2005 09:56 AM: Message edited by: Captain Whizbang ]</font>
Cap'n Sarcazmo,
I know I get steak. If Trav were in town, you know the truck would have been yours for the asking.
Your house isn't a dump. I have fond memories of stopping over to see the entire stairwell covered with the stuff that's supposed to take paint off. [img]smile.gif[/img] Oh, and the plentiful organic vegetables growing on the back 40.
And my I suggest ceiling fans in lieu of box fans? Easier to clean, same white noise.
Sluggo, my parents built their house in '64. I was just a kid, but I remember them wondering if the $100 mortgage payment would put them under for good.
<font size="2" face="Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif">Oddly, I don't like the breeze ceiling fans create. I NEED THE WHIR OF A BOX FAN. MUST...HAVE...WHIR.Quote:
And my I suggest ceiling fans in lieu of box fans? Easier to clean, same white noise.
There's nothing like a weekend morning when I don't have to get up, and I can just lay there listening to the whir of the fan.
Sorry, gae...ceiling fans don't do the trick.
<font size="2" face="Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif">Well if you want to see the finished stairs (and the ones I painted up to the attic) I'll be moving stuff up Saturday and Sunday, and you can stop by and see the work that still needs to be completed.Quote:
I have fond memories of stopping over to see the entire stairwell covered with the stuff that's supposed to take paint off.
The place will be filthy and a wreck, but I'm at the point I don't care.
BTW, anyone know someone who will remove and haul three radiators (one small, one large, one huge ass) for a reasonable price?
If you call the city and let them know, they'll pick it up for "free". Your tax dollars at work.
<font size="2" face="Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif">What I need is for somebody to remove them from the second floor.Quote:
Originally posted by gae:
If you call the city and let them know, they'll pick it up for "free". Your tax dollars at work.
<font size="2" face="Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif">What I need is for somebody to remove them from the second floor.Quote:
Originally posted by gae:
If you call the city and let them know, they'll pick it up for "free". Your tax dollars at work.
WHAT????????? Do you mean that the Sanitation Engineers don't do that???? Amazing!!!!!!!! [img]wink.gif[/img] [img]frown.gif[/img] [img]graemlins/thumbs_down.gif[/img]