January 2010
Movies backburnered for the Twilight Zone Marathon
How is it all of a sudden a Saturday afternoon in 1975 in my family’s basement with the cigarette burns in the carpet?
December 2009
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Ah, that's better
I begged off the late night plans for revels at our friends’ house, ordered Chinese (just delivered) and have some movies lined up. First for the girlie, Mary Poppins, then after she dozes off (which she will because she played hard AND hit her head again today), Stand By Me and Blues Brothers.
No driving in the freezing rain that’s supposed to turn back over to snow late. No out...
Damn, PR, I had to remove my cardigan after that...
frageelaytwit:
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(and bra and shoes and wedding band and all sense of decorum…hey-yo)
I’d like it noted ON RECORD: PANTS ARE STILL ON.
Well, mine were off hours before that post, so I cannot tell a lie. But my pantslessness is totally unrelated.
Damn, PR, I had to remove my cardigan after that...
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(and bra and shoes and wedding band and all sense of decorum…hey-yo)
Eva Cassidy ~ Stormy Monday
Happy Birthday Davina...
On "Family Feud," the question was "What do people...
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Did anybody say “raincoat”? ‘Cause that would’ve been my answer.
I’m doing this from memory: Top answer was “raincoat”; then “condoms”; then “bulletproof vests”; the last two were “guns” and “sunscreen”. The other two: “sunglasses” and “helmets.”
Tin foil pyramid hat. Duh.
I wonder
if Chris loves me enough to wear a soiled linen painter’s smock to bed…
It’s prolly worth asking.
Who me?
Oh, just in my tub. Sipping wine. Watching The Prime of Miss Jean Brody on my laptop that’s sitting on the toilet lid.
I love holiday vacation.
Love this movie.
I am a troubleshooting badass
when I’m avoiding my real work and dicking around with a potentially sexy new piece of equipment. And yes, the stupid Squeezebox™ does indeed have a faulty receiver. My network recognizes the controller, but not the receiver and for that I am going to enjoy the hell out of a glass of the grape tonight while I listen to my music the old-fashioned way.
I now understand how to add components...
Mama's got a Squeezebox™
and the farker won’t play.
Chris got me this supposedly awesome audio server so I can stream my iTunes library, plus a bunch of other internet based radio services directly to my home stereo via wireless network. The receiver isn’t picking up the signal even though the sexy little digital display controller shows my computer and the network as choices. Logitech says it’s likely...
WatchLila discovered the Flip today. She narrates this short video of our snowfall in song. This is what our life sounds like most of the time… a Disney musical.
Wishing flummery and his lovely family safe...
Aw, Cary
Sending you hugs. I’m sorry ‘bout the loss of your friend.
Woooshie Cushion
Santa understand what makes our family tick and so Lila got a Whoopie Cushion in her stocking.
she’s currently enjoying an extended laugh-riot on the couch…
“Did you HEAR THAT, Mama? It was my Wooshie Cushion!”
::giggle giggle:
“I’m doin’ alla that gas!”
"Rubbing the brisket"
flummery:
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it is TOO a thing.
I got into this little habit myself this year. Must be the new designer drug thing.
I realized after I posted eleven times yesterday about my brisket and all the rubbing that I never mentioned you (flummery) were the one who turned me on to the whole idea. It’s my new favorite meat. And euphemism.
The chillaxinating continues
I did put on my pants today, but I’m about to run (stagger) upstairs to change into my new flannel cupcake jammie bottoms. It’s just about 5:00 and the sun’s setting and I’m done with big people pants for the day.
The Teenager is baking chocolate chip cookies to bring to his D & D thing tomorrow (minus the eleven I intend to eat after dinner). Lila is hounding him for...
forrestgoat:
I had a wonderful and relaxing wine drenched Christmas and birthday. I don’t feel so hot today, but it was well worth it. Audrey and Finn had a great Christmas too. I don’t feel great, but I do feel fortunate.
Happy Birthday a day late! and dude… HYDRATE.
I hate the smell of tapioca.
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it’s not exactly winning any awards in the texture department either. Gag.
I can't seem to NOT nap today
which is fine because I have nothing to do but wait for that well-rubbed brisket to finish cooking. My house smells so meatalicious and I should have started the massage earlier, but it was one more thing in a long line of things over the past few days that I decided to not get all bunched up about. This may be the most relaxed holiday I have ever had in my life and I have a little extra mellow if...
"Rubbing the brisket"
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it is TOO a thing.
Buuu huu huuuzzzed
I know… deeeRUNK has a better ring… but the connotation…
is Santa here yet? Can I go to bed?
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Mission Accomplished
the wrapping is done, chicken sausage pizza’s in the oven, I’m sipping a strikingly smooth martini and the girl is playing with her (God save me and the King to boot) new Casio keyboard that has a Car Horn setting. The boy is playing some zombie slaughter game with my brother on the X-Box 360 down in the basement, the husband almost fell out of his mom’s garage attic onto an iron...
