Good morning, and welcome to another edition of Hunky Hump Day. Tomorrow is Thanksgiving, so let’s think about what we are thankful for.
The artsiness of the black and white photo
or the way sunlight falls on skin.
An image of strength.
The famous
and the not-so-famous
(I figure Oso will comment on his baseball cap team.)
Bonus for the ladies, Jewstin, and Gabe only. The rest of you guys, if you click, don’t come bitchin’ to me. It’s over the line but hanging there like Wile E. Coyote, waiting for gravity to kick in. Yowza.
And that wraps up this poat. Thank you for your attention, and y’all have a good day.
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Niiiiiice.
*sends Roamy a towel wrapped pool boy*
Morning, children.
That Bonus is bonus-y… *thud*
*claps like an idiot
Is today going to be dead dead dead on the internet because everyone is traveling or cooking or cleaning?
I don’t have shit to do. I work at 5. Crack fat in 40.
Don’t have to cook or clean or go anywhere. Lions game at 12:30 or something with my daughter and that’s it.
And the crying continues. She came up for a little bit. I tried to get her interested in her ball, but she wasn’t having any of it.
*cries at Car in’s door
Carin and her dog are pretty whiney this morning.
She’s finally quiet. She’s probably laying at one of their doors.
Good morning all!
Paula worked her last shift as a student nurse last night. A few more exams, boards and then work as an RN. They’ve already offered her a job in the ER. I know I’ve mentioned that before but I’m proud about what she has accomplished. And I’m delighted she’ll be earning money!!!
Oops. Nope. She finally got someone up. She’s happy now.
Cool Jimbro. It’s time she earned her keep 😉
When I go to bed at night, the cat assumes this means it’s time to get fed. So Mrs. Jay has to get up then. I can’t do it. If I feed her it doesn’t count (the cat, not Mrs. Jay).
Threw her for a loop this week, and just slept in the guest bed. Cat sleeps til her alarm goes off.
Yay, sammiches for Jimbro!
Are you trying to starve your cat, J’ames?
Crap. It’s 18 outside. Can I really make it to crackfat?
Tubby little shit doesn’t need to be fed for a couple of weeks.
About fucking time!!!!
She really is a hard worker. Being a student and not earning her own way has been a minor crisis for her over the past few years. I don’t even dare joke about it because of the emotional fallout. She has had a bounce in her step the last few weeks knowing she’s almost done. And I’ve enjoyed the sandwiches!!!
Congrats to Paula Yay!
She laughs at my political obsessions but encounters members of the Free Shit Army daily in her work. She has the necessary mixture of disdain and compassion for their bullshit antics. When she looks at her paycheck stub now that it’s in a higher bracket she may start reading more of the websites I do.
Waiting for data to support technically. I’m hoping to discover very quickly that it’s crappy data and that’s why nothing works. I will call it a day very early in that circumstance and go lift things and have breffast and then take a nap.
Congratulations to Paula! One of the best words in the world, “Alumni!”
And huzzah for Paula.
GIGO leon. Always check your
opticsdata.Well done, Paula!
And you too, Jimbro for not joking about her situation when you know it’s a hot button. Excellent.
Cleaning day today, youngest comes home this afternoon, I want to “squeeeeeeeee” like Oso but I can’t because I’m more the “HELL YES!!!”although the sentiment is definitely the same.
Congrats Jimbro. Long road for both of you.
Oso better look at AOS. There’s a wiener pic on there for her.
Thanks guys! 🙂
http://www.wane.com/sports/hus-merryman-nails-long-buzzer-beater
I wish wiser was the announcer on this basket.
I dreamed last night that a nearby star went supernova. It meant the end of the world, and everyone knew it. Hotbride and I remained calm and just hugged while we perished. It didn’t hurt. Everything just went white. Then I woke up.
Somebody told me once that if you were to die in your dream, you would die in real life. Thankfully they were wrong.
So, who is doing what for Thanksgiving?
Wife and I are cooking for my wife’s family. They are coming to the farm at about 5pm for dinner. We do this so we don’t have to go to their tiny house and terrifying kitchen in Wyandotte.
Nonsense Hotspur. If that were true all of those “le petit mort” dreams with the Victoria Secrets models would’ve killed me a long time ago.
Jimbro, you’re a doctor, you know that kind just depletes your precious bodily fluids.
Hanging with my youngest daughter and husband. I will cook a traditional Thanksgiving dinner, we will watch football, there will be workouts and running and biking and maybe some shooting (hate to use my 9mm though).
My husband transferred most of our videos, cassettes and what not to our computer so we can watch family videos on apple TV. My daughter is going to laugh her head off.
MJ are you coming back to Tampa on Sunday?
Oh, and thanks for the HHD Roamy!!
Only dreams Leon.
Dream=/=Action in this case.
First they came for the gun manufacturers….
http://www.foxnews.com/us/2013/11/27/judge-orders-calif-sriracha-plant-to-cease-operations-that-cause-odors/
…you know the rest.
We have a cocktail party/dinner with about 20 friends to attend tonight. Thank God it isn’t at our house.
Then tomorrow one of our daughters, son-in-law, grandson, his incontinent mother, and an AA guy who has no place else to go are coming over for traditional turkey, etc.
Meh…
Thursday at in-laws here in town, Saturday turkey with the immediate family and live-in laws.
I don’t like those mortal-peril type dreams…it usually means I’m not sleeping well…I have a snoring problem and will occasionally wake myself up if I’m congested.
Mrs. Pupster had a dream that I had stopped breathing and woke up in a panic and started shaking me and calling my name. I’ve had better ways to wake up.
“I’ve had better ways to wake up.”
That’s the dream I had last night.
Mrs. Pupster had a dream that I had stopped breathing and woke up in a panic and started shaking me and calling my name.
After I got done smoking the turkey last week, I woke up in the middle of the night smelling smoke (Duh!). I was convinced the house was on fire, and my heart was racing. So much for getting back to sleep.
Two nights ago I had a dream I could fly, more like defying gravity.
Pup, have you been tested for sleep apnea? Mine used to be pretty bad when I carried more weight and still ate wheat.
Found a completely accurate picture of my bangs.
http://tinyurl.com/qbso2ts
Dinner tomorrow at home with just us and the boys. I had a turkey dinner down in MA with my mom and sister last weekend. Football, fire in the woodstove and to cap it off we’ll watch Christmas Vacation with the tree lit to make the mental transition to the Christmas season.
I love dreams where I can fly. And ones where I can breathe under water.
*decides to answer Leon’s question after Thanksgiving*
“…we’ll watch Christmas Vacation”
Great idea! We watch that every year, this weekend would be good.
http://bostonherald.com/news_opinion/opinion/op_ed/2013/11/graham_a_granny_state_thanksgiving
“I understand that there are many people who would never shop on Thanksgiving. They hate the very idea of it. And that, according to Beacon Hill pols, is good enough reason to ban it.
You know — just like same-sex marriage and voting without a photo ID?”
We don’t have cable, so I can’t put any football on. Not sure what my son-in-law, the AA guy, and I are going to talk about. Maybe I’ll bring up Obamacare. (My daughter is a very touchy feely lib.)
Talk about feelings a lot, that’s always fun. How you “feel” about things.
Like, “I “feel” like punching your face when you talk about wealth distribution.”
Can’t you pick up a bunch of regular channels with an antenna, HS? The Loins will be playing tomorrow.
Maybe you’ll see Car in in the crowd.
Oh, Dear God, Hotbride just texted me. She just invited a guy from work who has no place to go. They’re all hippies.
I don’t have an antenna. 😦
Me (to Best Buy clerk): I need a tv antenna.
Clerk: A what?
Me: Oh, nevermind.
You can come hide at my house, Hotspur. Maybe I can get Mrs. Caruthers’s grandma talking about the aliens.
I’ll have the Loins/Fudgepackers game on, too.
Hotspur, one word….BOOZE.
My father at the last minute invited some friendly down and out drunk from his restaurant when he closed for Thanksgiving. We were told, ‘best manners!” He looked like Santa Clause and we had a great time.
I haven’t read this yet but it sounds like it may help:
http://washingtonexaminer.com/the-thanksgiving-guide-to-making-conservative-arguments-liberals-can-understand/article/2539862
And booze.
Hotbride says we can’t drink because of our son-in-law’s seventeen years of sobriety, his incontinent mother, and the AA guy who has no place to go.
What???
Thanksgiving ruined!
Hotbride says we can’t drink because of our son-in-law’s seventeen years of sobriety, his incontinent mother, and the AA guy who has no place to go.
WTF? Hide a bottle of wine in your room. And constantly excuse yourself to “go check something.”
My mil usually has sober holidays, which wouldn’t be so bad if there were something else to do. And if my bil wasn’t so annoying.
L to R: MSM, Obama
http://tinyurl.com/p9o6svp
HA! The few times I’ve told my husband to, “kiss my ass” his response has always been, “I’d love to.”
Kind of diffuses things when you’re both laughing.
My sound on this machine appears to be dead. That’s not good.
Sore. My shoulders are tired.
104 thrusters and 105 jumping pull-ups.
Ouch.
Fixed my sound. Now I’m waiting for more data, then squats/bench/rows.
Mare, this is where that’s from:
http://myshreddies.com/store/flatulence/
I do not believe these are real. It does look legit though.
I was supposed to do some crazy amount, but that’s all I could do. We had three minutes to do 21,15, 9 sets of thrusters (45 lbs) and jumping pull ups. I got through the first 21 of both, but didn’t get much further. We’d get a 2 min rest then the next “set”.
I think 45 was too high for my thrusters. Anyway, it was a hard workout, even if I couldn’t do it. No one could, actually.
*rubs shoulders.
So … I’ve been meaning to ask you guys something.
“Have you thought about signing up for health insurance on the new marketplace?”
“Would you like to take some time with me to sign up right now?”
“Seriously, when do you plan on signing up?”
[waits an hour]
“Have you signed up yet?”
Imagine hearing that crap on Thanksgiving, or any day.
Morning, everyone.
My glasses broke, so I’m reduced to wearing my BCGs. Sexeh. I’ve got to go fix them before I take the car in to get the oil changed, head to the printer, and then finally go into the office.
Mare [refers to printed out checklist] all the health insurance plans on the new marketplace provide free preventive care—including routine checkups, vaccinations and screenings.
And birth control!
Plus, the marketplace gives you an easy way to find plans, compare them and sign up for the one that’s right for you. You don’t have to complete the process all in one sitting, and you can do it over the phone, online, or in person.
It’s like shopping on Amazon!
Comment by Car in on November 27, 2013 11:47 am
It’s like shopping on Amazon!
Actually, it’s more like dating on Craigslist.
You’re gonna get screwed. It’s not going to be pretty. And it will end up costing you more than you were planning to spend for a lower quality product than you wanted.
As to the White House/Iran deal — when pathological liars negotiate with pathological liars — the White House has a pattern of lying to cover up its incompetence. Iran has a pattern of lying because, well, they’re muslims.
Don’t count on the press to go after the real deal.
“Hotbride says we can’t drink because of our son-in-law’s seventeen years of sobriety, his incontinent mother, and the AA guy who has no place to go.”
Shouldn’t matter. It’s their cross to bear not yours. Tell Hotbride she’s wrong. If indeed they are sober, they’re supposedly equipped to deal with the “real world.”
http://m.imgur.com/gallery/uY2ZgkT
A scene to be repeated at countless homes over the holiday
Ya know, metaphorically and shit like that
Good one, xbradtc.
Someone on facedick, please tell MCPO Happy Thanksgiving from mare.
Just ‘reply all’ on the Secret Santa email, Mare. Everyfuckingbodyelse is.
Oh, wait…are you doing Secret Santa this year, Mare?
*checks stack of H2 memos for the “exclude Mare from” list*
Pups, I told you to pizza!!!
http://tinyurl.com/kgcuty8
Merry Christmas, Ace!
http://tinyurl.com/mbr54fw
Smells like brads hamper, desperation, photoshop and out right lies:
http://tinyurl.com/kkdptnz
http://newsbusters.org/blogs/noel-sheppard/2013/11/27/cnn-and-msnbc-lose-almost-half-their-viewers-one-year
Comment by Colorado Alex on November 27, 2013 11:40 am
My glasses broke, so I’m reduced to wearing my BCGs
=====
Bolt Carrier Group?
http://m.imgur.com/gallery/uY2ZgkT
Day-um, that was fucking hilarious.
*scribbles an extra entry in the “Xbrad Funny” log*
“Before you slip into unconsciousness, I’d like to have another kiss …”
I suppose Chief isn’t around, so let’s see if anyone can place that one.
I have a opossum problem, Leon. You think you could help out?
Sigh.
SO BORED.
I hate you all.
*Shakes tallywacker at Carin.*
Did that help?
Sorry you’re bored, Ca rin.
Hope you can ‘Break On Through’ it…
Great. Now I’m listening to Drowning Pool.
My day is wreaked.
“Let the bodies hit the floor, let the bodies hit the floor, let the bodies hit the FLLOOOOOOOOR” !!!!
Bolt Carrier Group?
Birth Control Glasses.
Sorry you’re bored, Ca rin.
Hope you can ‘Break On Through’ i
I went on to LA Woman and now i’m listening to metal.
It’s a progression.
Sigh.
SO BORED.
I hate you all.
Do pushups.
*Shakes tallywacker at Carin.*
Did that help?
Not really.
But, you should air that thing out more often.
Do pushups.
You joke, but I was considering doing another workout. Not pushups, my shoulders are fried.
“But, you should air that thing out more often.”
You’re telling me!
But, you should air that thing out more often.
Last time he followed that advice he ended up with six months probation and a restraining order.
Greetings, basterges.
BOOYA! Daughter just called to say she’s getting on an earlier flight!
I have a opossum problem, Leon. You think you could help out?
Live trap, split an apple and put half behind the trigger. Rub the other half on the bottom lip of the trap opening. Leave near where you’ve found opossum evidence.
After you’ve caught it, attach a chain or rope securely to the trap handle and toss it in the lake. Wait 2 hours before pulling it back.
I am willing to come and do all that for you, but only if you’re willing to pay my hourly rate. I’ll be including my travel time.
well, Mare’s happiness killed the poat.
Good job.
I am willing to come and do all that for you, but only if you’re willing to pay my hourly rate. I’ll be including my travel time
What if I pay you in creme brulee?
What if I pay you in creme brulee?
I’ll discuss it with the Mrs. Really, though, you should just get the trap and have one of your sons handle it if you’re squeamish.
I had planned on cleaning and preparing with a very easy schedule, lots of built in breaks to go online, listen to some country music, and what not, now I have to actually get in gear.
I always wondered why there where so many lakes in that state up north. Now I know.
*shakes fist at sky*
PAHH-SUMMMS!
“Opossum” is Carin’s code word for her vagina.
I have exactly 20 minutes to play, so everyone get naked and take one of these blue pills.
So I noticed that none of CArIN, Leon, or Hotspur’s plans included watching THE GAME on Saturday.
hahahaha….That lovable dick, Compos is back!!
I’ll take the pill but I’m not getting naked, I’ll run the video camera.
What state are you in these days, Mare? Besides the state of intoxication, I mean.
Compos, you think you can just waltz back in here, in your too tight purple gym shorts, smelling of poo, and we are supposed to be glad to see you?
http://tinyurl.com/m6r4wj6
Welcome back, Compos!!
http://tinyurl.com/osp8ss7
I’m in Texas. Sober…..for now.
“http://tinyurl.com/m6r4wj6”
You’re sweet. And that monkey-me has a bigger penis than I do. Win!
Saturday I’ll be at work all day.
Weird that compos returns on a HHD. And by weird, I mean gay.
Dammit. I thought “pat underarm” was the “disembowel” command.
*looks for monkey manual in the junk drawer*
Still in Texas, eh? Great state. Love their stance on capital punishment. And Shiner Bock. And the Cowboy’s cheerleaders. Jerry Jones is a tool, tho.
Have you been enjoying yourself?
So I noticed that none of CArIN, Leon, or Hotspur’s plans included watching THE GAME on Saturday.
I might watch. I’m not sure if I want to watch, but I might. Hoke’s not having a great year.
*gets nekkid, takes blue pill, waits for the magic; is disappointed again*
Yes, but I miss some of the funny people here who have left because they have lives….assholes.
Screw them and their “lives” mare.
Exactly, Carin.
is disappointed again*
You poor thing. What could have possibly made you so jaded?
If you turn around, you’ll notice Pupster is ready to have a good time. I always wondered what breed he is. Apparently he’s a Pointer!
Playtime’s over. I really do miss all of you wonderful idiots.
Happy Thanksgiving!
X X X Oh! Oh! Oh!
Hotspur, we get about 15 channels with an antenna.
Right now I am watching Mr Ed….FOR FREE!.
Scott, if they aren’t paying you to watch it, you’re still being overcharged.
http://twitchy.com/2013/11/27/youre-welcome-dont-miss-alisyn-camerotas-thanksgiving-eating-strategy/
Haha: I’ve been eating at a Thanksgiving level for a couple of weeks now.—
That “laziness” link from Xbad was high-larious! My Dad had that same sly smile too. Thanks for reminding me.
OMGOMGOMGOMG Pumpkin Pie is in the oven!!!
That was not a euphemism.
*cough*
Has jimbo’s go gone to work yet? Mama need a new flat screen.
Fuckin autocorrect can’t spell ho.
Autocucumber
HA! At some point, I saved that word to the lexicon on the iPud device. I made myself laugh all over again when I used that word again the other night.
Pie Update: The timer is about to go off!!
Okay; that might have been a euphemism.
I thought it felt like warm apple pie?
Tech support update: software was working fine, data was broken, proved it conclusively to people who are already on vacation.
Work week: concluded.
*drops keyboard into a slow-mo clatter*
Green Acres….FOR FREE!!!!!!!!!
My inbox is crammed with reply all goodness. And that is not a euphemism.
Is it still illegal to kill your dog with a shovel?
Green Acres is the place for me!
What happens in Connecticut stays in Connecticut.
Phemism would be a great first name.
Phimosis
Pheminism
Phenestrate
Phucking-A
Phiddlesticks
Phenomenalismness
*begs for spatula*
Hawt!
Obamajob time.
Phor Phux Sake.
The dough for Parker House rolls feels soft and silky. Because it is full of butter, eggs, milk, cream, and butter. I translated a yeast recipe to sourdough and it seems quite clear that there is going to be no misunderstanding.
This thing wants to be delicious. All I have to do is get out of the way.
So I noticed that none of CArIN, Leon, or Hotspur’s plans included watching THE GAME on Saturday.
I’ll watch it, Pups. Even though I don’t want to, because I know it’s gonna hurt real bad this year.
*replies all
heh. I muted that thing yesterday.
I am exhausted! Working in the bakery was different. I learned you don’t want to piss off the cake decorators. Woman wanted a cake for pick up tomorrow. We’re closed. Lynette could have filled her order for a 6pm pickup, but the woman was rude. I wish I’d found $20.
Roamy, I H8 the *ping of an aluminum bat. Can’t stand college baseball. Now college baseball players…
* punches out *
Howdy, cretins and wayward girls!
Who has pumpkin pie?
Mcpo, I stocked 4 pallets of punkin pie today. Does that count?
Really!
Well, I’ll try to come back later when it’s not so busy. . .
MCPO, so good to see you here.
Happy Thanksgiving! Are you going to be spending it with your adorable Granddaughter?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tJe58VNS7aw&feature=youtu.be&t=10s
No expense was spared.
Cooming Soon!!! LOLOL
Mare, I relayed your message to Mcpo. He’s making bread and prepping the Hobbit Hole for the eminent arrival of DG and her parental units.
TEBAATUSASULA-NADO, coming soon to SyFy channel
Thanks, Oso.
For Oso, not the rest of you scum:
Jimbro, congrats to Paula!
PJs kids are with their Dad at the XMiLs for Turkey Day. I told her she could come hang out here if she gets lonely.
Happy Birthday, Mesa.
Pie making time! The Hobbit Hole is STILL smells of fresh bread.
Hi, Mare!
I packaged 12 towers of yeast (SYWM) rolls today. 36 rolls to a package. We were almost sold through by the time I left at 2.
Thanks Oso!
Hola Chef Chief!
32 sourdough Parker house rolls slow-proofing in the fridge overnight. Emailed a girlfriend about taking half of them from me, for her family.
I usually give her, and a couple of other people, a cassatta, but it’s just too expensive to do so many this year. 😦
Supplies are getting very dear, my cakes are getting smaller…just seems like everything is getting sad and cheap. I am getting very sick of this lifestyle.
Three more years to go. It will all pass like a bad dream.
Wow! I was thinking about Jewstin as I was working in the bakery today. And Beasnes. Lauraw is all in on the bakery talk. Proofing and what not. I still smell like yeasty bread rolls.
Dammit Lauraw! My heart is breaking for the Ws, Wiser, MJ, and the Leons. You people are wearing out my new rosary.
Oh, damn. Please save your rosary for the truly needy, not for people who bitch about small cakes!
#ashamed
I’m just using my rosary. I haven’t started torturing Sts for you people yet….yet.
I don’t have a rosary but I do have a leather surf necklace with a Fender guitar pick.
I’m not usin it right now
Oso, thanks, but we’re okay. God will bless us with a child when He’s good and ready.
Just had to do a system restore on my netbook, and my biggest worry was whether I could find one with Windows 7 to replace it rather than Windows 8. Tells you how dire things are for us.
Did anybody catch anybody else trying to nonchalantly pull their underwear out of their crack today?
Leon, still Praying to St Jude and St Gerard for you.
Sean, I just do the nonchalant shake. Much better than the actual adjust.
Did anybody catch anybody else trying to nonchalantly pull their underwear out of their crack today?
Wear a thong and this is never an issue.
Word.
Sausage Stuffing is done and is a masterpiece. Maybe a pinch shy on butter.
And I got Googleman to help make it this year.
I miss Sohos. Having panty lines just aren’t the same without her…
WTG Cynabuns! Teach those boys to cook.
Next on the list to make is Green Jello.
BUT NO FUCKING CARROT SHAVINGS.
I was surprised at how eager he was to help; then again, he remembers how awesome the stuffing is.
He even learned the fine art of peeling the celery.
*wipes away a proud tear*
Peel… celery?
Yep. Gets rid of the strings and it will soften nicely in the butter with the onions.
the fine art of peeling the celery.
http://is.gd/9JeIFt
THIS!!!! So last night, I got home and saw that Dan had put carrots in his chili. I was like WTF? Who puts carrots in chili? I didn’t say anything, because he gets all passive aggressive about complaints about his cooking. Fast forward: Chili was sooooo hot, I was glad for the carrots. I H8 carrots.
FLASH FORACT: DEFCON 3 REPEAT DEFCON 3 CODEWORD ROUND HOUSE INCREASE IN FORCE READINESS HO LEE FUK
Just dice it finer. Life’s too short to peel celery.
The flavor is so much better. It’s really worth the extra effort.
O.o
Right, like you’re not just sitting by the Christmas tree, drinking.
DG has arrived safely at the Hobbit Hole!!!!!
I might be drinking while peeling celery. You don’t know.
There are people that actually use the leafy parts of their celery in their cooking!!!! Celery is good for scooping olives out of a Bloody Mary.
*coughs and raises hand on using the celery leaves*
STOP LOOKING AT ME LIKE THAT!!
It’s from the old world way of cooking.
Really!
The flavor is so much better. It’s really worth the extra effort.
I swear now and forever that I will never make any effort whatsoever to discover the truth of this.
Can’t say I’m not surprised.
*harumphs and noshes on a peeled celery stick*
Celery leaves are a delicious herb in omelets. Sprinkle the chopped leaves on top, right after you dump the whisked eggs in the pan.
Can’t say I’m not surprised.
So you’re surprised? I am dubious.
Peeling celery? What’s next, snapping carrots?
Back when I cared about my diabetes, I used celery as a free food.
The leaves are great in homemade soups, and I save them for when I boil the turkey gibs after the bird goes in the oven. Makes for awesome gravy with the bird drippings.
Peeled Celery, yeah, right…
My little sister went to high-school in France for a year, long after I left home.
She was gonna make a rhubarb pie for her roomies.
They looked at her slicing rhubarb and were aghast!
Are you not peeling it?!?!?!!!1
WTF, O?
“Can’t say I’m not surprised.”
I HATE double negatives!
I get so confused about what the person really means…
True Story: I come from a Stuff the Bird family!!! Dan’s family stuffs the bird with 1 lemon, 1 onion, 1 lime. Stuffing/Dressing on the side. Rayciss.
I learned to peel rhubarb too. HAHA!
I never knew why until now… my grandmother is French. Thanks Chrispy!
I don’t even peel horseradish.
Evening.
JEW!!!! While I was working in bakery today, I totes thought of you. Proofing trays, fancy ovens, etc. You rock!
>> Right, like you’re not just sitting by the Christmas tree, drinking.
The two things, DEFCON 3 and drinking by the Christmas tree, these are not mutually exclusive.
Eldest is flashing a blade now. Shit gettin real.
Today I packed off sixty (60) of these:
http://tinyurl.com/oke2zms
built one (1) of these:
http://tinyurl.com/kf46v35
and two (2) of these:
http://tinyurl.com/ny9zpyn
DiT, Christmas tree or Crap tree?
actually the trees go up on Saturday
Jew, I really want one of those camp kitchens.
As adorable as DG is, a part of me is sad that the “Hair” has been tamed.
Here’s a picture of me at work today:
http://tinyurl.com/mjtgvvx
The two things, DEFCON 3 and drinking by the Christmas tree, these are not mutually exclusive.
Eldest is flashing a blade now. Shit gettin real.
Uh- huh. You sound very terrified. Is ‘blade-flashing eldest’ fixing to cut an ice cream cake now?
Evening Hostages.
Oso, we make a bunch of things I would like to put in my pocket and take home.
But my pockets aren’t big enough, so I satisfy myself with hard rivets and screw driver bits.
>> Is ‘blade-flashing eldest’ fixing to cut an ice cream cake now?
She crudely attempted “emotional cruelty” for which her kid sis has had radar and effective countermeasures in place for years, including “your face is stupid”.
I think eldest is a bit off her game tonight.
“Your face is stupid”
That’s quality sibling trash talk right there.
I just cannot even express how wonderful it is when the climate decides to have perfect timing in turning my enclosed porch into a gigantic refrigerator. Cakes, taters, meats…all out there, safe and cold and lovely. Feels like the whole world is my fridge. And, it kind of really is.
I love you, Northeast America climate. Wish I could give you a big ol’ kiss.
NE Crow looks at Lauraws porch. Crow says Caw. What does the fox say?
It’s 36 here tonight. Texas could be your overflow cold storage.
I remember seeing these things on cabins in a camp outside Tucson, “bars around open windows” which in the winter were used to store foods like a fridge.
I bet the bears killed everybody though
Feed a bear. Kill a bear.
I heard bears could smell when women menstruate.
That’s just great, now we’re gonna have bears in the news room,
Fog’s rolling in…
NSFW
An Obamacare Thanksgiving:
ok. NOW I punch out for real.
16 hours bitches.
Bears don’t placate! Bears get shirts.
Punch out? Or Knock out? (Goes all ghetto on ScottW)
I only did 12 today.
Lame of me, but there it is.
Hahaha Thanks Pups. O H
Feed a bear. Kill a bear. Eat a bear.
Feed a bear. Kill a bear.
God Bless ‘Murica
Happy B’Day Mesa…
I O
I will probably only put in about 12 hours tomorrow.
stupid family obligations
Computer scheduler gave me 5 days off in a row. I volunteered for Bakery today. Managers are like WTF with my boss for not tweaking the schedule.
I’m so SQUEEEEE!!! about this wknd. Go Bucks! TBDBITL!!!
Nice. That’s almost like a vacation, Oso.
All DEFCON aside, I am surrounded tonight by my kids and their insane dogs, at my home. Getting ready for the patriarchal thing that passed to me some years ago. I’m not even sure how or when that happened. It just happened and I sort of fell into it.
I am a fortunate man. I still think I’m the most fortunate man I know.
Goodnight my friends. May your day tomorrow be full of good things with people you love, who love you back. A great part of my fortune is calling you my friends. It’s a good part.
…
I will resume dogging on your asses around Saturday. It’s only a 48 hour pass.
I know! I’m going to put up my dachshund tree and my Oso Nativity. I have wiener dog outdoor art going up too.
DiT, we love you too. And your crap tree. But mostly the love you share with your darling girls. And Moses.
I’m so happy!
I’m so happy for you!
Thanks, Oso!
Why?
DG is safely arrived at the Hobbit Hole!!!!
It’s a FB thing.
Still happy for MCPO.
Scott – Kids drove from Michigan to central PA in some crappy weather. Arrived safely.
DG is so beautiful!
What a wonderful child!
Anita showed me her picture on FaceAss.
MCPO is a lucky old Grandad!
Happy T’Day !
ChrisP, I Know!!!! Love my DG pics!
http://www.viralnova.com/zombie-house/
Sheridan’s Mom and Dad are always so positive and I am still so angry. Their Thanksgiving posts on Facechimp make me feel so small. Crying here for a few minutes before I go back to clown town.
I’m tired of hearing Obamacare referred to as a trainwreck.
Henceforth, it shall be “dumpster fire.”
Once more into the breach…
>>>Once more into the breach…
Half a league, half a league,
Half a league onward,
All in the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
“Forward, the Light Brigade!
“Charge for the guns!” he said:
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
That’s the one, Bcoch.
Background. Almost 2 years ago, my cousin lost her 8 yr old to cancer. We are approaching a few anniversary’s. I’m still angry. My cousin and her hubby are awesome.
http://themetapicture.com/compilation-of-aircraft-close-calls/
The Light Brigade rode into infamy during the Battle of Balaclava. Which took place on the 25th of October. My B’day.
I really need to write it up some time. Lots of interesting battles on my B’day.
blerg
That would be great, XB. The POS that I dated for 3 years also shared your 10/25 birthday. He gave me the “I think we should see other people” speech in order to date a stripper the day before Dan asked me out. 25 years ago. Good times. LOL
Oso,
How are him and the stripper doing?
Hahaha It didn’t work out and he became a crazed stalker. It was like living in a special episode of Blossom for a few months.
My wife’s aunt and uncle came in from Salem, OH today. They’re older and retired, but good people. He worked for an industrial furnace company and they have lived all over the world installing heating systems in massive factories.
Kinda boring sometimes, but they don’t expect to be entertained. Just watching TV and talking is cool with them.
Today, my aunt, wife and daughters spent the day baking pies for the 20 people (all my wife’s side) that will be invading our house tomorrow. I bravely went out and bought booze.
Plus I made my football picks and set my fantasy lineups for the turkey day games. Good day.
He was only 5’11. He was a logger. He played football. He actually punched me when he realized I was moving on. 25 years later and Dan still wants to kill him.
Phat, are you watching THE GAME and rooting for the good guys or TTUN?
Oso,
Only game I care about on Thurs is the Cowboys.
I was born in Irving (site of the old Texas Stadium). It’s in the DNA.
What does the all caps ‘game’ signify?
Also, my speech to the ROTC cadets at SIU last weekend went very well. Cadets loved it, the commander loved it. Tells me more about how much their last speakers have sucked than how good I was. The university put me up in what used to be the ‘president’s house’, but is now used as a small conference center and B&B for VIP’s. It was really nice, but very weird because I was the only person there and it is a GINORMOUS house.
Went to a kegger after with the cadets (hey, I’m a civilian now). It was fun, but a little weird.
The Ohio State University and TTUN. You can watch your Cowboys on Thursday.
Phat, you represented the Moron lifestyle FTW. We love you in spite of the whole AFA dealio. GO Navy! Beat Army!
Eh, I’ll probably root for OSU. I like the fact that Urban Meyer has to hang a SHITLOAD of points on teams just to improve his standing in the rankings.
It just exposes the stupidity of the NCAA in a way that I find amusing.
I H8 the BCS. It skews SEC and I H8 the SEC. My Buckeye roots are showing.
probably off to bed.
G-night!
G’night Phat. Happy Thanksgiving.
I find this video of xbrad popping one of the zits on mare’s ass offensive and rude.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ynQ_cw6oHMg
I can’t believe how much this blog has gone to hell.
Just kidding. It’s always sucked this bad.
Happy Thanksgiving mofos!
FU Rosetta! We want Henry pics STAT!!!
Oops. Sorry. may we have some pics of Henry and the Bullies please?
Good Lord. Didn’t stop in time. listening to Crystal Gayle and Helen Reddy. But you knew that.
Your mother told you stories
You substitute with girls who tell you more
Suddenly you sight a fancy chance
Since derp is at your door
Eh, I’ll probably root for OSU.
And you seemed like a nice guy in real life.
You are dead to me.
http://imgur.com/gallery/T0t4d
Happy Thanksgiving, everybody!
After I was so overjoyed that the weather got cold enough (just in time) for putting all this food out on the porch, I dreamed that it was invaded by mice and they contaminated everything. Woke up with my heart pounding.
Good times. So, you know where I went the very moment I got up.
It’s all there. Clean. No problems. Phew.
Heh, my Spanish-language soap opera has an actress named Ana Layevska.
Half an inch of snow here. Snowmaggedon!
There is shooting going on, on the other side of the swamp. Seems a bit late for a turkey shoot.
Some bald dude in a snuggie and dick slippers stopped by the blog last night. Who left the fucking door unlocked?
Good morning all!
I forgot to put the rising bread in the fridge last night.
Breadageddon.
Cold, bright, and very windy here today. Big gusts.
Disturbing
Happy Thanksgiving, ya goofballs.
>> There is shooting going on, on the other side of the swamp.
Ducks?
Possibly. Sounded like a shotgun.
BOOM
Morning, children. Happy Thanksgiving.
>> There is shooting going on, on the other side of the swamp. Seems a bit late for a turkey shoot.
shopping
Wakey wakey. Shower, then to the Lions’ game I go.
Our lake is frozen. It’s big, and deep, so it doesn’t freeze right away.
It’s chillin up here.
Second cup of coffee. It’s snowing. All the leaves are gone and I can see way into the woods.
Fire going in the fireplace. Bewb perusal underway.
Try not to link anything funny until tomorrow, I hate repeat gifs.
54 degrees yesterday, down to 29 today. We had lots of wind and rain yesterday. Quiet and sunny now.
First round of dishes are done and turkey’s going in the oven.
GO LOINS!
I’m glad they brought back the traditional Lions/Packers game on Thanksgiving Day in Detroit.
When I was a kid Thanksgiving was always at our house because we lived far enough north of Detroit that we could pick up WJIM in Flint, and so we could watch the Lions home games. So all my uncles and aunts and cousins would come and we’d have this huge fucking Thanksgiving celebration. After dinner the women would clean up the dishes, and the men would smoke and talk politics and sports. The girl cousins would have to help clean up, but we boys could sit with the men, but only if we kept our yaps shut.
Then when the women were done the card tables would get set up and the grown ups would play Euchre. We kids could watch, but only if we kept our yaps shut. When someone needed a beer we took turns getting it.
When it was bedtime we’d get piled four and five in a bed, or all over the floor in the bedroom.
When it was time to go home my cousins would get woken in their jammies, stuffed into their coats and carried out to the car like sacks of potatoes.
Usually one or two families, as well as my grandparents would spend the entire weekend because there was so much leftover food.
I have four aunts and uncles and 27 cousins. In all those years there was never so much as a cross word spoken. And my uncles could tease like the Dickens, but there was never a heated argument, or fight.
I should write a blog about those years. They were magical.
Good Happy Morning Thanksgiving Cool Kids.
Lions and Packers at Detroit = classic football. May I recommend you watch it with a slice of apple pie and a scoop of ice meem, or perhaps a tangy key lime?
Morning, Cyn. The coffee’s in the kitchen. Psssst… There’s some Old Granddad over to the side.
See? Dave knows wh’msayin’.
I sometimes wonder what it would have been like to be raised by nice people.
But then, I wouldn’t have these awesome memories of my Dad and my uncle rolling around on the kitchen floor, punching the shit out of each other.
These are the moments that make us who we are.
Laura, they had to toughen you up.
It was the only way.
You didn’t just persevere humpy. You won.
New Poat
Parker house rolls in the oven. I’ll let you know.
My cousin June and I were really close buddies. I remember one Thanksgiving she made me laugh so hard Coke shot out my nose. We could.not.stop cracking up.