Saturday morning at the Froggy Bottom Cafe
We’ve got all the coffee you can drink, newspapers, magazines too.
What are you going to do today?
Froggy Bottom Cafe – FREE Coffee! FREE Tea!
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katiebird
Get out of Iraq. Healthcare & a Living Wage for everyone. Two sentences: A Democratic Platform.
Can I get a triple iced Americano for the road, please? We’re going to see my mom and brother today … see you kids tonight.
Here Susan —
— Have a safe and pleasant journey
Hi, Katiebird. How’re you feeling today?
I love the photo. . .that’s one of your shots from NYC, isn’t it? Great angle.
Oh, and may I please have two eggs over well, crispy bacon, pancakes with lots of butter, and lots of hot coffee with cream, please? You did say it’s all free, right?
Hi kansas!
I feel much better — I’ve gotten some actual sleep the last 2 nights & even worked 4 hours yesterday!!!
Yes, that’s a sculpture that is/was in NY. I hope it’s OK to post the pic here.
OH! Darn it! You said, Over Well! Hang, on, I’ll be right back.
It’s all free of course, but I’m really worried about virtual obesity.
Triple icing, lashings of butter, cream? Not to mention the amount of beer and cocktails consumed here – often starting early in the morning.
Good Lord, you Yanks are repressed colesterolics.
Is there a good cardio-vascular expert out there?
Into the sauna with the lot of you! Then a run round the pond.
I fear that if we all plunge into your suana we will overflow it! And now, in the service of over-indulgence, I AM going out for those eggs and bacon. This place is a terrible influence.
I never hunger for the classic American breakfasts. Give me a nice piece of fish any time. This was a few weeks ago.
Unfortunately our one-eyed toto may need some post-surgery attention today so we’ll probably snack on the road while hunting down veterinary attention. The free tea will help us get organized as we wake up.
Gooserock is hereby nominated as Biohunk of the site – what do you say ladies?
Nothing like a bit of fog and mist to remind you that pure hedonism is not an option.
We’ve just had barbecued salmon with shrimp rice – quite Puget, don’t you know?
Here you go —
You kept the other plate, didn’t you?
Oh, dear. You’re so good at this that it’s making me really hungry. I may be forced to eat a great deal more than my words today.
I watched Battlestar Gallactica last night. God, I love that show. I remember a period when I used to be a tv snob. . .”What, me watch that trash?”. . .but Hah how the superior have fallen. I love lots of shows. And bacon. Also cream. I would hang my head, but my double chin makes that so difficult to do.
I laughed so hard, I had to stop and wipe real cheese off my monitor!
Double chin, you?!
I know what you mean about TV, I didn’t have it out of poverty in the 70s and out of my x’s anti-TV convictions in the 80s. But the first sign (for him) of trouble was when I went out and bought a tiny black and white TV. After the pleasure that little toy gave me, I’ll never trash (even trash — well ok, there’s trash, and then there’s trash) tv again!
When is Battlestar Galactica scheduled to be on again?
It’s on Friday nights at 9 (CST) on the SciFi network, channel 63. Unless you meant when will it be repeated? Dunno.
No, no, that’s what I meant — and that’s a good time for us (we’re usually done with video games for the night at about that time!)
Keep the coffee brewing, and keep the refills coming. I get to take care of the kids while my wife’s on vacation for another couple days.
Sure!
Morning everyone. Hi Katiebird, the cafe looks lovely and the buffet even better.
Anyone who wants to sign up on my new interactive blog ‘Village Blue’ can use the link in my sig line to hop on over there and get an account and post your ‘non political’ diaries.
I am still tweaking the design, but it is up and running and not at all like ‘Booman’ as its focus is ‘everything but politics’, and there is a prominant link on my site to get right back here whenever you want. See you over there.
I hope everyone will stay just a little cool today, where ever you can find a cool spot. Me, I am going to be tucked right in my room, with ac on and staying pretty cool till I have to venture out.
Back from the underside of of under the weather it is great to see you all here!!
Things look great, and even though I haven’t been commenting much the past week, I have been browsing around during the wee morning hours and enjoying all of your comments vicariously. What a great crew!
I am off to do a few house cleaning chores during the cool morning hours and then onto some diary writing. I’ll be popping in and out during the rest of the day to say howdy and drink some iced tea with y’all.
Glad you are feeling better Katieb, and anyone else who has been feeling less than whole and healthy. . .hope you are on the upswing too.
Hugs everyone
Shirl
About to get moving in the Scribe household…
Yesterday was a very special day; my dad-in-law turned 75! We had dinner over there last night; lasagna, green beans, and Caesar salad, with olallieberry pie for dessert (he gets his cake on Sunday at church). I brought the appetizer: stuffed mushrooms. First time I’d ever tried making them, and they came out quite well!
Today we hope to get some actual cleaning done; I’m trying to be optimistic but it’s not going well.
Hope everyone has a great day!
Ya learn something every day at BooTrib. I’d never even heard of olallieberry, but here it is:
olallieberry; olallie berry
[AHL-uh-lee]
Grown mainly on the West Coast, this cross between a YOUNGBERRY and a LOGANBERRY has a distinctive, sweet flavor and resembles a large, elongated BLACKBERRY. It’s delicious both fresh and cooked and makes excellent jams and jellies.
And what the heck’s a “youngberry?” Turns out it’s a hybrid Blackberry variety with dark red color and sweet, juicy flesh.
happens to be my dad-in-law’s favorite pie; probably something from his childhood.
We don’t always go for cake in the family; my mom-in-law usually requests strawberry-rhubarb pie. 🙂
I’ve gotta go and run some errands. The coffee and buffet are programmed for automatic refills and I’ll see you in a couple of hours!
I’m in a bit of a funk today, so I’ll take a nice lunchtime chocolate stout.
I don’t usually like to pimp diaries, but this one took a lot out of me, and explains my funk.
I’m just stopping in for a bit, I’ve got a wedding to get to today as well (talk about conflicting emotions!).
A misty morning somewhere in Puget Sound.
Good afternoon/evening all,
Arrived in Norway yesterday for vacation. Yay.
Picked up the asklets from their summerschool as they have a break this weekend. They’re headed back to school tomorrow, while curly and I will take a 4-day trip to the west coast/fjord country.
Brought my laptop and mobile modem to stay connected, but discovered today that the card has an error. Bummer. So no blogging on the trip.
‘See’ you all next week sometime.
have a great time, see you next week!
I am so tired this evening. My craft demo today didn’t go so well — there was no one to see it. Hubby rightly pointed out that the big shopping days are the weekends adjacent to the 1st and 15th of the month. Hmmm… so everyone is broke already? Guess so.
One odd/sad encounter: An elderly woman with no teeth asked me to help her find a styrofoam heart. I remembered seeing one earlier in the week and led her back to the styrofoam aisle where we were joined by her friend, also elderly and utterly toothless. In case you’re not getting it, these were seriously dirt poor people and I made that judgment from their hand-me-down men’s clothes, their poor grammar, their lack of general hygiene and, of course, their inability to afford dentures.
The styrofoam heart was too small and still being unclear as to her purpose I suggested getting a sheet of styro and cutting out the heart in her desired size. “How would I cut it?” She asked and I told her a serrated kitchen knife would do the job. Then I asked how she was going to cover the styro — with fabric or dried flowers. No, she hadn’t planned on covering it with anything, just a plain white plastic heart was what she wanted.
And besides, “I don’t have the time to do that; need it tomorrow to put on my son’s grave.” My eyebrow went up involuntarily so she elaborated, “Got his self killed like I knew he would and he’s going in the ground tomorrow. I jus’ wanted a plain old rain-proof heart. Was thinking I’d put a stick in it and stick it in the dirt, ya know.” She said this without any sign of grief or remorse and I thought a white plastic heart really was kind of symbolic of her feelings.
Even so, I took her around to the wreath aisle and showed her a heart shaped out of rolled hay and another twisted from grape vines. So she’s holding both options and her friend takes the hay heart and says, “This one just ain’t you.”
WTF? The rolled hay looked too soft? Too feminine? Too finished? Not mean and hard and twisted enough? She asked me which one would hold up best in “da’rain” and I recommended the grape vine because it would be easy to jab a stick into the heart’s point and stick it in the dirt.
I’m feeling tired and a little depressed about mothers who lose their sons long after they’ve already given up on them and now feel nothing but the need for a heart-shaped piece of plastic. And, I’m wondering if her son was the one that got killed at a motel last week during a meth deal that went bad…
Good God. That is the most troubling and depressing story I’ve heard in a long while. You don’t know who to feel sorrier for in that case and who gave up on whom.
It’s hard to imagine a mother not feeling much of anything at her child’s death, no matter what he had done in his life. Maybe she’s just showing her grief differently?
I’m sorry your craft demo didn’t turn out today. Maybe everyone’s like me and it’s so damn hot that they all stayed home!
Girl, you do need a drink after your depressing day. But doesn’t it make you feel even more grateful for your life? I know I do.
don’t show emotions — except anger. They’re really good at that. Country women are the hardest people I’ve ever met. Mean hard. They’ve been so frustrated, so abused by life that they’ve build up shells encrusted with barnacles. At some point, they really do stop feeling. How else could they cope?
for a funeral; the son had been cremated, and it was his mother who set the box in the ground and tossed in the first shovel of dirt.
I can attest from playing funerals for country people from the U.S. and U.K. that they don’t stop feeling, but they definitely do cope differently from those of us whose range of sorrow and outrage has been much less.
Gooserock, I committed a vast over-generalization. I should have specified that I meant dirt poor country women with abusive husbands and/or nere-do-well sons. I used to volunteer at an abused/homeless women’s shelter and I guess I’ve see too many women like the one I met at Michaels.
It was so hot here, and I was so cranky and pissed, that I spent most of the day asleep.
Waiting for the spouse to get out of the shower…I think I’ll give him an extra big hug…
Thanks for sharing that — we all need a reality check once in a while.
Black coffee… strong. And a Sambuca Black, a double please….. what have I missed?
it’s time for a drink, and then some rest.
I don’t know what’s go’n on at the moment, but as far as missed, uhhhhhh, I got it…another shot ; )
No, no – I’m not really back, but I have found a computer in the wilderness and wanted to pop in to say hi, I’ve missed everyone. I may not be around long enough to reply to anyone – sorry. You are all hereby forewarned… I will need news in enormous quantity on Wednesday, please prepare….
Kisses, having a great time, wish you were here.