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That can be hard work Bali. No wonder you are parched. Poor kitties
Posted by: jug | March 27, 2008 at 10:45 PM
I'm an equal opportunity drinker, jug. I like beer AND wine, but not together. Whatever's closest will do.
Posted by: Just Ducky | March 27, 2008 at 10:46 PM
cg has already put both of her feet down; no recliners. She explained that most of the folks just roll up in their vans, shove their stuff out and crawl back in to sleep. We were loading her stuff in the truck today and she said, "Huh. I need a truck." She didn't know that full size pick-ups have an 8-foot bed. Her usual huge load neatly tucked over on one side. All the rest is the stuff to amuse me, including the trailer full of toys. One of the bands isn't gonna be able to bring their Wash-tub Bass, she emails; I actually already have most of the tools and makings to build one there, loaded. I'm gonna have fun while she does...art stuff. I believe gjd and casey are coming as well, so there will be pics.
Posted by: CJrun | March 27, 2008 at 10:46 PM
mmmmm....Cats is fun.
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | March 27, 2008 at 10:49 PM
Slides Ducky a beer and another one to Bali (because 1 beer doesn't always cure 'parched')
CJ, sounds like you can make your own recliner once you get there
Posted by: jug | March 27, 2008 at 10:50 PM
Thanks, bali! YUMMMMMM!!! It's one of my favorite desserts.
CJ, you're gonna have a blast. I'm so jealous! Well, you'll just have to be jealous when I'm at the Post Hunt with Jan and Andy and probably sthnbelle, too (and meeting the marvelous mudstuffin on the way). ;)
Posted by: Diva | March 27, 2008 at 10:50 PM
Ducky, all my stuff's blowing your way. Sorry. (DUCK!) Crazy wind...
Jug, the cats are fine. After all, they're armed. And my pup, at least, knows Satan 1 and 2 live under the bed. 'Nother beer, please.
Posted by: baligurl | March 27, 2008 at 10:52 PM
Look how great minds think alike, Jug! You gotta keep me on your short list.
Posted by: baligurl | March 27, 2008 at 10:54 PM
Satan 1 and Satan 2? HOOT!
Slides another beer to Bali
Posted by: jug | March 27, 2008 at 10:55 PM
You are on the short list Bali. All 5'2" of you
Posted by: jug | March 27, 2008 at 10:56 PM
Thanks, jug! But no short jokes--bali's taller than me.
The wind's been wicked here, too, bali. We're not in Kansas any more.
Posted by: Just Ducky | March 27, 2008 at 10:57 PM
Hey, Jug, we're gettin' tight. Not drunk yet, but fairly tight.
Posted by: baligurl | March 27, 2008 at 10:59 PM
Well, geez. The two of you make me feel like an Amazon at 5'4"!
Posted by: Diva | March 27, 2008 at 10:59 PM
Just how windy is it Bali? I have to fly down that way tomorrow and I don't like bumpy flights.
Posted by: jug | March 27, 2008 at 11:00 PM
JD, the way it's blowin', even Kansas isn't in Kansas anymore.
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | March 27, 2008 at 11:00 PM
I'll remind you later to take two Advil before bed then.
Posted by: jug | March 27, 2008 at 11:01 PM
15-25 mph, Jug, which ain't much for you Chicago types, but it's flat here, so we get hit by flying cows alot.
And that's why there's a dent by the gas tank of my car. I did NOT drive off with the pump handle still engaged.
Posted by: baligurl | March 27, 2008 at 11:04 PM
Oh that's not too bad. We had that earlier today, with snow mixed in. Its almost April, and there is snow on the ground.
Gotta watch those flying cows, Bali. They are hell on gas tanks
Posted by: jug | March 27, 2008 at 11:07 PM
Ok, what was that movie with Helen Hunt about tornadoes? It had a flying cow in it.
Posted by: jug | March 27, 2008 at 11:09 PM
The one with the nice Dodge truck? 'Twister.'
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | March 27, 2008 at 11:10 PM
You have snow. *stops kvetching about a little wind*
I always drink a glass of OJ before bed, it helps the liver do it's job. (A nutritionist pal told me.)Reckon the vodka in it's a wash?
Posted by: baligurl | March 27, 2008 at 11:11 PM
Annie, way up there^, that Cav pic is great! Mine looks like the tricolor, and that's just how they look tearassing thru the house.
Posted by: baligurl | March 27, 2008 at 11:16 PM
That's it! Thanks Annie. Now when Bali talks about flying cows I can get a proper mental image.
And yes Bali, the vodka in the OJ is to help 'guide' the Vitamin C to the liver.
Ok, I won't fuss about the wind any more. Heck, I am grateful to be going where its warm. All I have to do now is figure out how to smuggle a bottle of booze into the wedding and it will all be good.
I really don't think my new step mommy to be understands the medicinal qualities of alcohol.
Posted by: jug | March 27, 2008 at 11:17 PM
Vodka hides nicely in a Dasani bottle. I hear.
Posted by: baligurl | March 27, 2008 at 11:18 PM
Oh it does huh? Have you tried that? I forgot, you live in the part of the world where dancin and drinkin is not a contact sport.
Posted by: jug | March 27, 2008 at 11:20 PM
bali - you have a Cavalier? My bff does too and she's a beauty. SUCH a spoiled little dog!!
Posted by: Diva | March 27, 2008 at 11:20 PM
Pleading the 5th...or is that pouring? Whatev, sometimes a gal needs a li'l snort to deal with the (ex)in-laws. Thank God that's over.
Yes, Diva, my Cavi's named Malcolm, and he's quite brilliant.
Posted by: baligurl | March 27, 2008 at 11:25 PM
jug, you're going to an alcohol free wedding? Are you staying in a hotel? If so, I'd have a couple of drinks in the room first. :)
Posted by: Eleanor | March 27, 2008 at 11:26 PM
I'll let you know how that works. Thanks for the tip.
Posted by: jug | March 27, 2008 at 11:27 PM
LOL, bali - on the fifth.
My friend's is Fiona. She's a very smart little dog. She figured out on her own how to sneak money from BFF's dad's room and bring it to BFF.
Posted by: Diva | March 27, 2008 at 11:27 PM
I am going to my father's wedding Eleanor. The Future Step Mom does not drink, and in fact got my father to swear off alcohol. I am staying with my sister, so I reckon we will have a couple of courage builders before the wedding, even though that means drinking at 10 am.
He's 79; its an early wedding. I suspect he is afraid of sleeping through his wedding night
Bali, you still coming down?
Posted by: jug | March 27, 2008 at 11:31 PM
She got him to swear off booze? Wow. THAT's love.
Posted by: Diva | March 27, 2008 at 11:32 PM
Well, kids, time to call it a night. I'll bring the coffee cake in the morning, but somebody better remember to plug in the coffee. PLease. If I miss you in the AM, have a safe flight, Jug!
Nite!
Posted by: baligurl | March 27, 2008 at 11:33 PM
Heck Diva, she even got him to start going to church. My siblings suspect she spikes his food.
Posted by: jug | March 27, 2008 at 11:34 PM
G'night Bali. Don't forget the OJ
I'm outta here too. I have to go pack. Good night all
Posted by: jug | March 27, 2008 at 11:35 PM
Night, jug! Have a safe trip! Have fun with bali!
Posted by: Diva | March 27, 2008 at 11:36 PM
Well, it's getting late out East and we have driving to do. Catch you next darkness.
Posted by: CJrun | March 27, 2008 at 11:48 PM
Have fun, jug, and remember, a guy's gotta do what a guy's gotta do!
*zips out*
Posted by: Eleanor | March 27, 2008 at 11:49 PM
Drive safely, CJ. :)
Posted by: Diva | March 27, 2008 at 11:50 PM
sigh.
Posted by: judi | March 28, 2008 at 12:00 AM
wassamattah, judi? Sorry I missed everyone, but my Legoland post is finally up. I'm getting a RL beer and I'll be back in a minute.
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | March 28, 2008 at 12:06 AM
Great read as always Annie. As for the thread topic, the burgled woman should try out for a role on CSI: Miami. She couldn't be any worse than Caruso.
Posted by: Doc Rick | March 28, 2008 at 12:20 AM
Nice segue, Doc. I'm not a fan of Caruso, either. My old house was once broken into. I came home to chaos, went to use the phone to call the cops and gasped. There was a stank of body odor on my phone. The creep had used it!
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | March 28, 2008 at 12:33 AM
EWWWW!!!! Not pleasant at all I can imagine. I've been fortunate in that I've only had one attempted theft of my stuff. Back in Waco, somebody got in through the sliding rear window on my truck. All I had inside was some CD's, but nothing was missing. Guess he didn't like Phil Collins Greatest Hits or Clint Black.
Posted by: Doc Rick | March 28, 2008 at 12:40 AM
Isn't that kinda insulting, that someone breaks in and your stuff isn't worth taking? I mean, he made that effort to break in and you let him down.
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | March 28, 2008 at 12:45 AM
Yeah, but my sucky taste in music might have discouraged him from trying to rip my CD player out of the dash. He might have seen my taste in music and figured it might pollute him some how.
Posted by: Doc Rick | March 28, 2008 at 12:55 AM
I like Clint Black. Collins is ok. I had my Blaupunkt system ripped out of my dashboard in college. I had to wake the security guards to tell them. Yes, I filed a complaint on them.
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | March 28, 2008 at 01:01 AM
It probably didn't accomplish much but you still should have filed the complaint. Just imagine if a rapist or mugger had been hiding there waiting on one of you. We had 3 car break-ins at FOX on the overnight shift because our security guards were too busy yaking with people in the Master Control suites. Not that they could've done anything since they were unarmed.
Posted by: Doc Rick | March 28, 2008 at 01:10 AM
But I sure got the stink eye from the college cops when I walked into their station to file it.
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | March 28, 2008 at 01:17 AM
Yeah, college cops are more or less rent-a-cops with badges. Generally a lazy bunch who'd rather eat jerky and stare at the co-eds jogging than do any real patrolling. Just in case, if any of you in blog land are college cops or work security, I'm sure you do your job excellently. ;)
Posted by: Doc Rick | March 28, 2008 at 01:32 AM
Yes, and I'm sure any cop bloggers would never ever have p0rn mags in their back seats like these goobers did.
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | March 28, 2008 at 01:40 AM
Of course not. Or a flask of something that might not be considered suitable for work. Like this guy for example. *zip to the 1:19 mark in the video*
Posted by: Doc Rick | March 28, 2008 at 02:01 AM
snork - 'night, Rick.
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | March 28, 2008 at 02:06 AM
Goodnight Annie. *flips blog bar lights down to dim, sets coffee maker to extra strong mode, and orders the donuts from the Sugar Shack which he hopes is not a strip club instead* To any late night drinkers still lurking, the keys to the liquor cabinet are under whatever it is that the blogettes are going to be waving at Hammie later today. ;)
Niters peeps. Catch ya on the flip side.
Posted by: Doc Rick | March 28, 2008 at 02:24 AM
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Posted by: Jones2008 | March 28, 2008 at 05:42 AM
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Posted by: Jones2008 | March 28, 2008 at 05:43 AM
Great. Spam for breakfast.
*sigh*
Posted by: Punkin | March 28, 2008 at 07:39 AM
TGIAV, Punkin. Never have to worry about the Spam for breakfast problem. although i'm not thrilled about oatmeal either.
Posted by: wickedwitch | March 28, 2008 at 07:43 AM
"...orders the donuts from the Sugar Shack which he hopes is not a strip club instead* ..."
Posted by: Doc Rick | 02:24 AM on March 28, 2008
Rick, I was going to post that it isn't around anymore, but used to be a Wisconsin place for "ladies only" back in the day. Well, lo and behold, a quick Google tells me the Sugar Shack is alive and well, and has widened its horizons, so to speak, with something now for both genders. It's 6:45 in the morning here in Chicago, so I'll leave the rest of the clicking to you.
[Signed: Cat, who would never have patronized such an establishment back in the 80's on a Girl's Night Out and really has no idea what you're talking about; those photos are not of me, and I have never liked rum and Coke, so there.]
Posted by: Cat R | March 28, 2008 at 07:47 AM
If I've done nothing else today I've inspired a blogette to research and discover that an old haunt of hers is alive and well. God bless the interwebs! ;)
Posted by: Doc Rick | March 28, 2008 at 08:19 AM
Good morning!!
Green eggs and Spam™, anyone???
*grabs coffee and heads out to shower*
Posted by: Siouxie | March 28, 2008 at 08:36 AM
Hi there guys, hey, hey it's Friday.
Posted by: Mot the Hoople | March 28, 2008 at 08:49 AM
But you have to be careful about that Rick. I mean, really, that could lead to all kinds of dangerous places. Today, its just an old haunt, but the next thing you know the BeeGees will be blasting, and leggings will be back in style. I ask you, do we really need to live through that again?
Posted by: jug | March 28, 2008 at 09:08 AM
Doc & Kat, I can tell you in all honesty that I go by the Sugar Shack every time I drive from my mother's house to my sister's.
And no, my mother and sister are not Siouxie and D-Diva.
Posted by: padraig the cheesehead | March 28, 2008 at 09:09 AM
Morning guys. No Jug, we really don't need to but if Cher can keep having comeback tours then anything is possible.
Posted by: Doc Rick | March 28, 2008 at 09:18 AM
I'd welcome a BeeGees revival if I could substract the years from my age.
Posted by: Mot the Hoople | March 28, 2008 at 09:31 AM
Leggings and the BeeGees again??? *shudders and looks around for a little hair of the dog to 'sweeten' the coffee*
Posted by: Texgal | March 28, 2008 at 09:31 AM
padraig, wasn't it out of business for awhile? Or did it just move? My girlfriends and I used to drive up to Lake Geneva for other, more ladylike reasons -- like skiing and snowmobiling at Interlaken Resort on Lake Como -- and I thought the place was gone for awhile. We only went to Sugar Shack
oncetwice.All right, blogits. Stop snorking coffee all over your keyboards. Yes, I used to ski. I even parasailed once. I did have a life, once. ;P
Posted by: Cat R | March 28, 2008 at 09:32 AM
Morning, all! Mot, I don't think it works that way.
Posted by: Texgal | March 28, 2008 at 09:33 AM
Buenos Dias!
Pad, good thing you cleared that up. I didn't think I had a son OR brother.
jug?? don't you have a plane to catch???
Posted by: Siouxie | March 28, 2008 at 09:36 AM
One can dream Tex. Actually, if I turn my age upside down I'm back to being young and virile.
Posted by: Mot the Hoople | March 28, 2008 at 09:37 AM
Mot, I do not want to go backwards no matter how old I get. Somewhere along the line I'd get the first wife back and I'd really rather get old. Plus, I can buy beer now to make the Bee Gees tolerable unlike the first time around.
Posted by: Doc Rick | March 28, 2008 at 09:37 AM
But Doc, if you could go back with today's knowledge you'd not make the same mistakes. Youth is wasted on the young.
Posted by: Mot the Hoople | March 28, 2008 at 09:41 AM
What is wrong with a BeeGees comeback??? hmm?? Course I couldn't possibly fit into my 80's leggings now. But I still love 80's music.
Cat, same here. I've
skied skiyed skiiedwhat you said. And I also used to dive. That was all before motherhood when I did have a life. ;-)Posted by: Siouxie | March 28, 2008 at 09:46 AM
But youth is supposed to be fun Mot. I look back on it fondly every day and do wish to go back there at times. The problem is if you do and correct all of the mistakes you eliminate the good memories you have of the in betweens of the good and bad times. If I don't marry the first wife I don't move to Waco, get a job in a field I always wanted to be in and meet some friends who have help shape my life. Screwed up as my life is, I want to stay in the here and now and wait it out until the pendulum swings in the other direction. Thus ends the CJesque rant.
Posted by: Doc Rick | March 28, 2008 at 09:54 AM
No, Souxie, I don't fly out till late afternoon. I just hope the theme song for the flight isn't "Staying Alive'
Posted by: jug | March 28, 2008 at 09:55 AM
ohhh..don't forget to take the booze in a clear plastic container. Sounds like you're gonna need it.
Posted by: Siouxie | March 28, 2008 at 09:57 AM
Sooz those falsetto voices and Barry's cheesy hairstyle used to set my teeth on edge.
Posted by: Mot the Hoople | March 28, 2008 at 10:00 AM
I have already planned that out, Siouxie. Dasani bottle, with Vodka in its place. It should be an interesting weekend.
Posted by: jug | March 28, 2008 at 10:02 AM
Jug, you could put the booze in an empty bottle of Smart Water. That way when someone says "Think you're smart, donchya?", you can hold up the bottle and say "Well...yeah."
Can't wait to see that. Send me the addy in case I can get down there, k?
Posted by: baligurl | March 28, 2008 at 10:03 AM
LOL Mot, I had the biggest crush on Barry! Now he looks like caca, but back then...I'd drooooooooool.
Smart guy, jug! (like bali said)
Posted by: Siouxie | March 28, 2008 at 10:06 AM
If we're talking hot 80's singers, I'll have a scoop of Rick Springfield, please. Yum. (He still looks good, too.)
Posted by: baligurl | March 28, 2008 at 10:09 AM
Smart water? Good plan Bali. Photos will be taken, but no Siouxie, I didn't pack the red pola dot thong.
Posted by: jug | March 28, 2008 at 10:11 AM
dang, jug. You did promise to show me!!
bali, I LOVED Rick Springfield too. YUMMMO!
Posted by: Siouxie | March 28, 2008 at 10:14 AM
Rick Springfield? I have one of his albums (vinyl-yes I am old school). The one with the dog on the cover. It rarely gets played. Dylan, The Moody Blues, the Beatles, Traffic or a host of others usually win out over RS.
Posted by: jug | March 28, 2008 at 10:16 AM
jug, the Beatles (and I have most of their albums (vinyl), ALWAYS win over any other artist - imho.)
Posted by: Siouxie | March 28, 2008 at 10:22 AM
*zips in*™
Good morning, all.
When I was still married we were burglarized. I was in the bedroom when the Dep. Sheriff came, wondering why the burglar ransacked my underwear drawer (?) and I heard him ask my ex what we did for a living, and when he told him I was a CDA, the cop burst out laughing!! Not very nice.
Posted by: Eleanor | March 28, 2008 at 10:33 AM
Back to the Shack with Cat... (sounds like a fun afternoon, btw)...
I believe the Sugar Shack did close for a while, which left my older sister with some time on her hands, but it keeps springin' back to life, as it were.
The original owner, Dana Montana, is said to spend most of her time these days tending to her herd of fine Arabian stallions. So, not much of a career change.
Posted by: padraig the cheesehead | March 28, 2008 at 11:09 AM
LOL, pad!
Posted by: Cat R | March 28, 2008 at 11:35 AM