Sybilrose - Far Above Rubies

[DiJiT]

ROTFLMAO....so did MINE...dam I HATED that stuff....orange jello with carrots and raisins....YUCKY

Thanks for jogging my memory George....thanks for the smile

Sounds too healthy for my family.

My Mom just kept it simple and uses whipped cream

 

[DiJiT]

Weather is beautiful here DiJit...going to go put some clothes on and head out for a ride in hopes of changing my attitiude...it needs a little adjusting today

hmm.....changing a bad attitude.

Sounds like we'll need th BIG tools for this job.

 

[Beam_of_lite]

hmm.....changing a bad attitude.

Sounds like we'll need th BIG tools for this job.

LOL...tools...toys....

 

[DiJiT]

LOL...tools...toys....

*Looks over the problem*

"Nah, Looks like we gotta take this one back to the shop. May have to keep it over night"

 

[Beam_of_lite]

*Looks over the problem*

"Nah, Looks like we gotta take this one back to the shop. May have to keep it over night"

I don't know if overnight is going to do it...might need a complete overhaul

 

[DiJiT]

I don't know if overnight is going to do it...might need a complete overhaul

Well lets just hope we don't have to order new parts

 

[Beam_of_lite]

Well lets just hope we don't have to order new parts

geeze lets hope not!!! I just got a new BOX..hope it came with a warranty The headlights seem to be working perfectly....I just checked

 

[DiJiT]

geeze lets hope not!!! I just got a new BOX..hope it came with a warranty The headlights seem to be working perfectly....I just checked

Well that seems good, but I think we need to check your fluid levels too while we're here.

 

[george55]

Sounds too healthy for my family.

My Mom just kept it simple and uses whipped cream

believe me, your mom's was better..........

 

[MaverickMan]

I think that's why everybody can see the picture - they already have one, I just stirred the jello around a bit for the picture to be bought to the surface...

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Maybe,.............. But most people would have written, "There were a couple of cute little girls out sliding in a mud puddle out in front of the house and one almost fell on her ass in the water!

 

[MaverickMan]

my mom made jello with carrots and raisins.....

Lime or Orange jello?

My mom made the same thing!

 

[MaverickMan]

geeze lets hope not!!! I just got a new BOX..hope it came with a warranty The headlights seem to be working perfectly....I just checked

I'd be more than happy to throw in a complementary lube job! Get you fixed up right and proper!






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[george55]

Lime or Orange jello?

My mom made the same thing!

lime.................she wanted the color..........

 

[MaverickMan]

lime.................she wanted the color..........

I guess the orange carrot and the purple raisins went better with the green. My mom did both at one time or another but mostly the lime jello.

And mandarin oranges with lime or orange as well.

 

[TheBloozeMan]

Maybe,.............. But most people would have written, "There were a couple of cute little girls out sliding in a mud puddle out in front of the house and one almost fell on her ass in the water!

Really? Do you think? But that wouldn't capture it at all. If it wasn't for the "rules" and honcho girl's insistance that the they be followed to the letter , then the thing was annoying and two noisey kids making a mess.

I think it would be sad if someone were to look at what I did and all they saw was two noisey kids making a mess.

I like to think that the whole world would have laughed when honcho girl indignantly declared "...and No sitting down." as her friend or cousin was struggling to keep her ass out of the muck.

Its like, the tape recorder says, "Mr. Buck, your mission is to tell the people what you saw and heard." I think a lot of people would have heard and seen what I saw, but they think there is some mystery thing to tell people what you saw and heard on paper as to telling them from across the coffee table. Once you learn that you can write down the coffee table conversation, you got 'er whipped.

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[TheBloozeMan]

I guess the orange carrot and the purple raisins went better with the green. My mom did both at one time or another but mostly the lime jello.

And mandarin oranges with lime or orange as well.

Oh yeah, I loved that, mandarin oranges and lime jello. I liked some sort of fruit jello always. Canned pears in the raspberry jello. Peaches in the Orange. With four boys and a miner for a husband, my Mom would make something like that a couple times a week. One of the big family size boxes and a 303 can of some fruit - would damn near fill the large mixing bowl. Then she would watch as it all disappeard in a matter of Nano seconds after it landed on the table. Like one of those videos of the parania and the paca, now you see it, now you don't.

And the only thing that remained was an argument over who got the last pear, and the incessant clanking of spoon to bowl as my youngest brother tried to make sure he hadn't missed a drop.

That is interesting, Jello was such a mainstay in the household back then - I wonder how it is faring in the data/digital era...

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[Beam_of_lite]

Did you ever chop up the jello with your spoon and then pour milk on it?....or am I the only wacky one???

 

[TheBloozeMan]

Did you ever chop up the jello with your spoon and then pour milk on it?....or am I the only wacky one???

No no, not wacky... that was good. Mom would break out a can of evaporated milk and toss that into the fracus as well...

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[Beam_of_lite]

evaporated milk reminds me of my Mom's creme dried beef on either toast or mashed potatos....comfort food in it's day

 

[george55]

evaporated milk reminds me of my Mom's creme dried beef on either toast or mashed potatos....comfort food in it's day

Hey, we called that shit on a shingle!!!!


not in front of mother though...

 

[Beam_of_lite]

I'd be more than happy to throw in a complementary lube job! Get you fixed up right and proper!






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Fixed up right and proper is EXACTLY what this lady needs

 

[Beam_of_lite]

Hey, we called that shit on a shingle!!!!


not in front of mother though...

My dad used to call it that too...and he would call chicken breasts... chicken tits...he would do that just to annoy my mother

 

[george55]

My dad used to call it that too...and he would call chicken breasts... chicken tits...he would do that just to annoy my mother

The 'shit' came from school lunch talk, not sure 'tits' were allowed in house.......wait there were four daughters so there were a whole passel of breasts

 

[TheBloozeMan]

LOL - sorry to drop out on you guys like that. See, I just laid down for a minute to rest my eyes...

I think I was suffering a bit from ti many martooni disease, mainly in the form of CJ's box of wine and RJ's bong. I had just returned from our little mortgage burning party. We sat around over to their house and talked about it. More than 40 years of having a significant percentage of my paycheck spoken for by the roof over our head. Now that was done. It is mine. Not me and the bank, but mine. Housing is now $100 a month for an escrow type account for taxes and insurance. I can handle that.

CJ says, "Wow Dad, that is so big - you should be proud." I guess I am. It is pretty neat.

So anyhow, I played guitar with little C while we waited for dinner to finish up, bar-b-qued pork loin and fresh corn on the cob. Little C was having trouble concentrating on playing, he kept looking toward the kitchen and swallowing another mouthful of spit so he didn't drool on his guitar.

While we ate, we reminisced about 50 lb bags of corn that we used to get from the road side stands down in Eastern Colorado when it was in season. Seems like we always made a run down there, or hit one of the ole guys with a pickup truck that hauled some up into mountains to make a buck.

A 150 pounds of corn. It would eat a pretty big hole in a Saturday, shucking it, cutting the ends - intermitant little squeals when somebody ran across one of those worms. Cutting most off the cob, into small freezer bags, but keeping the really nice ears on the cob for a treat now and then. Filling the freezer for the coming winter, just like butcher day for the elk or deer... providing for the family as best you can.

CJ is becoming a Perma-Culture freak, books all over the house, it is about all she can talk about, her plans for her little backyard. I have offered her my backyard as well. She swooned. I started laughing, LMAO really. All the years, all the crap I took. Dad and his guns; Dad and his fly rods; Dad and his skis; Dad and his guitars... RJ and the kids knew what I was laughing about, so did CJ - her cheeks coloured and she smiled and acknowledged, the acorn had indeed, not fallen far from the tree.

When dinner was over, the table cleared and the dishes in the dish washer it was time. I got the payment book I had brought over for the occasion. When you think about it, the payment book is more representative of the ball and chain. The bad months when you stared at the thing trying to figure which Peter and Paul you could pilfer to pay the thing, adding in the horrendous late fee you decided to take to make it to payday before you paid it. A hell of a task master, a payment book.

No need to burn important paperwork, the payment book would suffice. I opened it and kinked a bunch of the remaining pages so the thing would stand on edge, placed it in the the grill with the grate removed and doused it with charcoal lighter fluid. Then I torched it.

Just as the flames flashed and the thing started really burning RJ says, "Too bad you didn't have the camera ready."

"Shit!" CJ took off a dead run for the house and the camera. Instead of chanting "burn bitch, burn" we started imploring, "no no no, not so fast, slow down.." That gave the kids the giggles, they said we looked like we had lit the wrong book.

CJ made it back pretty fast and we managed to get some pics before the thing was entirely consumed. I've attached a few of the better ones below.

So I missed the discussion about SOS, a term I hadn't heard until I joined the Navy. In fact, that was my very first breakfast in the Navy, Shit Onna Shingle, for breakfast, at 4 in the morning. I had a moment to wonder at my decision to enlist...

Well good, the coffee is done percolating. Welcome to another week gang. Lets believe that this is the first day of a good week - see if we can make it to Friday without being totally wasted...

The second picture is a bit out of frame, it was the result of RJ mocking CJ, saying get a little closer - the previous shot had been a little warm on the side of my face...

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[MaverickMan]

LOL - sorry to drop out on you guys like that. See, I just laid down for a minute to rest my eyes...

I think I was suffering a bit from ti many martooni disease, mainly in the form of CJ's box of wine and RJ's bong. I had just returned from our little mortgage burning party. We sat around over to their house and talked about it. More than 40 years of having a significant percentage of my paycheck spoken for by the roof over our head. Now that was done. It is mine. Not me and the bank, but mine. Housing is now $100 a month for an escrow type account for taxes and insurance. I can handle that.

CJ says, "Wow Dad, that is so big - you should be proud." I guess I am. It is pretty neat.

So anyhow, I played guitar with little C while we waited for dinner to finish up, bar-b-qued pork loin and fresh corn on the cob. Little C was having trouble concentrating on playing, he kept looking toward the kitchen and swallowing another mouthful of spit so he didn't drool on his guitar.

While we ate, we reminisced about 50 lb bags of corn that we used to get from the road side stands down in Eastern Colorado when it was in season. Seems like we always made a run down there, or hit one of the ole guys with a pickup truck that hauled some up into mountains to make a buck.

A 150 pounds of corn. It would eat a pretty big hole in a Saturday, shucking it, cutting the ends - intermitant little squeals when somebody ran across one of those worms. Cutting most off the cob, into small freezer bags, but keeping the really nice ears on the cob for a treat now and then. Filling the freezer for the coming winter, just like butcher day for the elk or deer... providing for the family as best you can.

CJ is becoming a Perma-Culture freak, books all over the house, it is about all she can talk about, her plans for her little backyard. I have offered her my backyard as well. She swooned. I started laughing, LMAO really. All the years, all the crap I took. Dad and his guns; Dad and his fly rods; Dad and his skis; Dad and his guitars... RJ and the kids knew what I was laughing about, so did CJ - her cheeks coloured and she smiled and acknowledged, the acorn had indeed, not fallen far from the tree.

When dinner was over, the table cleared and the dishes in the dish washer it was time. I got the payment book I had brought over for the occasion. When you think about it, the payment book is more representative of the ball and chain. The bad months when you stared at the thing trying to figure which Peter and Paul you could pilfer to pay the thing, adding in the horrendous late fee you decided to take to make it to payday before you paid it. A hell of a task master, a payment book.

No need to burn important paperwork, the payment book would suffice. I opened it and kinked a bunch of the remaining pages so the thing would stand on edge, placed it in the the grill with the grate removed and doused it with charcoal lighter fluid. Then I torched it.

Just as the flames flashed and the thing started really burning RJ says, "Too bad you didn't have the camera ready."

"Shit!" CJ took off a dead run for the house and the camera. Instead of chanting "burn bitch, burn" we started imploring, "no no no, not so fast, slow down.." That gave the kids the giggles, they said we looked like we had lit the wrong book.

CJ made it back pretty fast and we managed to get some pics before the thing was entirely consumed. I've attached a few of the better ones below.

So I missed the discussion about SOS, a term I hadn't heard until I joined the Navy. In fact, that was my very first breakfast in the Navy, Shit Onna Shingle, for breakfast, at 4 in the morning. I had a moment to wonder at my decision to enlist...

Well good, the coffee is done percolating. Welcome to another week gang. Lets believe that this is the first day of a good week - see if we can make it to Friday without being totally wasted...

The second picture is a bit out of frame, it was the result of RJ mocking CJ, saying get a little closer - the previous shot had been a little warm on the side of my face...

$

Heigh, ho, the bitch is dead.
The wicked old bitch, the wicked bitch,
Heigh Ho,
the wicked old mortgage is
Deeeeaaaaaaddddddd!!!!
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Morning Gang.

Went to the ballgame yesterday. The temperatures were fairly moderate and there was a little breeze and with cloudy skies it promised to be a wonderfully comfortable day for baseball.

With a wonderful seat behind home plate, I had a great view of the Negro Leagues pregame celebration. Lots of old timers were present and Minnie Minoso threw out the official first pitch. (If you don't know who he is, he was the American League Rookie of the year in 1951 for the White Sox.)

Being the 60th anniversary year of Jackie Robinson's entry into MLB, The Royals chose to wear the 1945 Monarch's uniforms (the only year Jackie played for Kansas City). The Royals manager and coaches wore number 22, in honor of Buck O'Neil (first black coach in the Major Leagues), who passed last summer (it was his Monarch's number). 20,000 fans got the cap from that year.

The coolest thing occured just as the game was starting. They had a young fan on cam who called "Play Ball". The players and the umpires were in place and just as the home plate umpire stepped behind the catcher for the first pitch...........

The Royals apparently had arranged with a higher power to magically turn the sun on at exactly that moment. The entire stadium was suddenly bathed in bright crisp sunlight for the opening pitch!!

Have a wonderful Monday all.