MyDearFriend wrote:Happy Excessive Drinking Day to all.I am going out to do some drinking, and when I get back, I plan to shovel some of this be-damned snow that is still falling.
We will see if I can post while drunk with frozen fingers and still spell "meteorologists" and "geography."
Thanks, but today is Xmas baking. My new cream cheese filled cinnamon and sugar dusted soft pretzels. With loads of red and green sprinkles.robbidobbs wrote:It's a good day to catch up Rhino.
You are quite welcome. Enjoy in peace and warmth this holiday season, no matter your religious belief. I also want to see and hug every Eplayan. That kind of feeling from you, Ratty, is why you are loved.Ratty wrote:My husband is making me a delicious chicken pot pie for dinner tonight. (Thank you Rhino).
Loving you both Rhino and RattyRatty wrote:My husband is making me a delicious chicken pot pie for dinner tonight. (Thank you Rhino). Happy hour started just a few minutes ago and I'm getting into the swing of it. Thank you Robbi Dobbs wherever you are. I used my xmas gift at the See's candy store today. Proudly. I spent $80 at a garage sale buying fabric. Without exaggeration it is 4 bins of new cotton fabrics in colorful themes and mountains of costumes, notions and hats. I have NO self control when it comes to sewing stuff. No. There is no way to put it away in this house. Good thing my husband doesn't care about the clutter. When I went to work today somebody had taken my laptop. Yay. I came back home. Any excuse not to work is good enough for me. I'll go hunt it down tonight. We have 100 cameras going so it doesn't bother me. The drama on Eplaya comes and goes. Hope it doesn't affect peoples ability to enjoy their vacation in the desert. Tamaraka has a great attitude. Don't mess with my burn. I, on the other hand want to see and hug every Eplayan. Why on earth do I even make plans? I've been to enough burns to know that plans are useless. OK. The wine is taking effect. It's time to sign off. Love you more.
So I am just going to say that I love you Ratty! I have piles of fabric everywhere too, like the pile of other people's jeans that I am going to make into a big swirly coat someday and the bags of old ties that I am going to sew onto the skirts I made from cut-off chinos that are just too damn short to sit on the subway in. Not to mention the bags of old tee shirts that are going to become something really fabulous, once I decide their destiny. And the odd yards of leftover stuff that always eventually become perfect for something. Piles piles piles of stuff. On top though is a huge old sweatshirt I am planning to cut into a cardigan. I have found the perfect button for it. 
Someday!!! Oy - I've found the same thing! I've finally realized that once the ambien is on board, the phone and computer have to go away. I went through a spell where I was shopping on amazon in my ambien-haze and had no idea until random items started to appear. nothing like having a 50 pack of grits delivered to you at work.. haha.tamarakay wrote:I ambien type. The stallion has gotten better at hiding the computer from me after I've taken my pill, but occasionally he forgets. It's ugly, really really ugly.
Robbi, that's happened to me, too, when I spend too long before sending... now, if there's any doubt at all, just before hitting 'submit', I highlight the whole thing, 'copy', then 'submit'. If it fails, just open up another reply window, 'paste' and submit. It only took me two or three frustrating losses-of-long-posts to catch on.robbidobbs wrote:Fuck this mess. I just spent 30 minutes writing and I got thrown off.
'dang friggin' fracken computer contraption ' < I love this. Creative alternative profanity.Patsh wrote:Robbi, that's happened to me, too, when I spend too long before sending... now, if there's any doubt at all, just before hitting 'submit', I highlight the whole thing, 'copy', then 'submit'. If it fails, just open up another reply window, 'paste' and submit. It only took me two or three frustrating losses-of-long-posts to catch on.robbidobbs wrote:Fuck this mess. I just spent 30 minutes writing and I got thrown off.
(dang friggin' fracken' computer contraption, anyway...)
AwesomeRatty wrote:So..... John and I are having a lovely dinner while I'm reading Skeptic mag and the conversation turns to my experience at the 'Holy Sheep Dip'. I must have been 10 or 11 when I unwisely answered the call. The minister said, " Does anyone here tonight accept the love of Jesus Christ into their heart?" Hey. I'm 10 years old. Other people raised their hands. It might get me candy or something. Next thing I know my Mother is crying and we're holding hands in the back room having a group prayer. Next stop...baptismal school. I suppose I had plenty of chances to recant but WTH, I didn't see the harm. Then one night instead of school we went to the big church. I didn't even know there was an upstairs room. It had the feel of a backstage dressing room in a girlie show. What do you mean take off my clothes?!? That has never happened before at church. A half dozen of us waited in line and one by one were lead into the warm, waist high tub. Now this peep show was on the 2nd floor with doors thrown open to the church below. I saw a gaggle of crying women down there and some old men in the back row with hands in their pockets. I had faith. I wouldn't be suffocated by the guy putting a hankie over my mouth and nose. He dunked me. The wet 'gown' provided didn't hide my nipples. I dried off and we went home.
I grew up in Pico Rivera. I've seen baptisms. Babies sprinkled, smoking balls, latin. All very neat and clean. (Except for some oil on the baby.) Repeatedly I've heard from my friends about befriending a goat that you think is your new pet. Well, he is really dinner. At the Baptist church they didn't throw me over the picnic table and slit my throat but to a 10 year old it was pretty darn close. I think my faith took a hit that day. No biggie. In a few years I discovered what my birgina is really for and the church could eat my dust.
Just sayin. I mean no disrespect to believers.
caro. wrote: I went through a spell where I was shopping on amazon in my ambien-haze and had no idea until random items started to appear. nothing like having a 50 pack of grits delivered to you at work.. haha.
No it won't look like every other burner hovel you've been too and I'm usually there weekly.robbidobbs wrote:Meh.
6 beers back. I just had my hat blown in the creek by Morris Hotel.
I gotta go there now.
I'm sure I'm burnier than thou, and it will look like every other burner hovel I've been to, but what it was and became is surely noteworthy. Thanks Maryanimal for pointing it out.
