Fire and Rain
The weather wasn't quite as bad as they were expecting, thankfully. Although, I haven't seen a really good icestorm since Kansas City (try going through that with a dad who worked for KCP&L).
We've had massive amounts of rain since we've moved here in August - as devoted readers (Bless your poor, bored li'l hearts) can remember from the various basement flooding incidents. But I guess it took a real wintry mix to make the inefficient woodstove that we can't use because of the unsafe, has to be rebuilt from the basement up chimney, to spring a steady trickle. Good thing that brick hearth is pourous, eh?
This is a nightmare. I just want it to stop.
I also want world peace, a trustworthy government and to be a size 8 again but that just ain't gonna happen. I'll settle for the end of the nightmare and a pint of Cherry Garcia, with hot fudge sauce, instead.
Mmmm...hot fudge sauce.
posted by The Warbler | 12/16/2005 10:23:00 PM
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Dude, I mean Warbler, there's nothing worse than a wood stove that leaks water out the bottom. Yucky-pooh!
A MAN'S PERSPECTIVE
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I was reading a story about how some upscale stores are serving beer, pizza, and football on the TV to get men into the store. Man, that would work for me - I hate shopping. And don't ask us men what size their woman's clothes are - we wouldn't know a size 8 from an 80. Nope, you pick a clerk - "She looks that one one over there." So now ya got two lady clerks modeling for ya, a can-o-beer, a nice butt-chair, some drippy pizza, and catching the score on the TV: does life get any better? Impress the sales ladies by buying TWO of each thing.
WARMTH
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As to fire and woodstoves, that's pretty manly, too. We had a chimney that leaked and was full of bird nests and looked like it would start a chimney fire and then fall down. So I bought some metal flue pipe and those elbow thingies and routed that puppy out a window pane, using a piece of tin. It took some experimenting to cut the tin right - some cuts and cussing of course.
Nothing but nothing beats a nice roaring fire warming your tootsies, watching the TV, with a can-o-beer and some sloppy pizza. Oh, and this time of year, maybe some 'Jinglebell Rock.'
Extra points for naming at least two groups that played that song. /sam
Jinglebell rock:
The block island ecumenical choir and the mormon tabernacle choir?
Brenda Lee and Hall & Oates. Also Alabama.
Hey, did you know the Mormon Tabernacle Choir actually did a recording of Paula Anka's "She's Having My Baby"? Just think of it...
Paul Anka, I mean. Habitual typing.
"Gonna have some hot fudge baby this evening..." - seems we share the same wants (except that I slept through a size 8) Warbler, try to play the role of 'Pioneer Woman'- (it worked on Little House on the Prairie)...
Funny you should say that. I was putting my former career to work for me - method acting my way to a more positive mindset and a better grip on reality (I really am losing it...my daughter says I'm not crazy but she's 13, what does she know?) and I realized something very important. If pioneer women were at all like me, then the west never would have been settled at all. I'm more the Pampered Princess kinda gal. But I did manage a decent batch of homemade cornbread last night so I guess there might be hope for me after all.
See - it's all about baby steps - just ask the little guy - it's important to keep a forward direction (or you drown)((more swimming with the fishes))
Forward...that's, like, ahead, right? You mean go in the direction where the big brick wall is and beat my head against it? Oh, I can do that. Or did you actually mean to learn to bake fluffy chocolate mousses from nothing more than two ears of corn, a batch of weeviled flour and some alfalfa while hauling water from the crick and referring to my husband as "Lord and Master". Or, perhaps, you just meant take it one day at a time.
I think all my recent posts and comments have a reference to choclate. Well, you know what they say about endorphins and all that.
Hey, am I the only one who has such a damned time with these stupid-assed word verification letters? How many times do I need to type them in before I can tell the difference between a 'g' and a'q'?
I have the most trouble on my own blog for some reason. Why should I, Lord and Master of my own blog, have to submit to such depredations? What is this, a modern kind of self-rejection? And those little letters dancing there, secretly saying something dirty in a foreign tongue.
Yeah! who the hell can read all those tight together letters,and anyway most of them all look the same to me. BTW I thought the reference to Cherry Garcia was to some sort of a nasty drink 'til it was 'splained to me by one of the younger generation! Believe it or not Mr. Ripley, I don't like ice cream! Weird huh?
I'm sorry - don't like ice cream? I don't understand. What language are you speaking. Does not compute.
BTW, now that I've complained about the word verification letters, mine keep getting longer and longer. Punishment?
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