Sho nuff. A Booswarm is the joking term for “when” we supposedly all go en masse to recommend a diary somewhere else, or vote in a poll, or–in this case–vote for “Best Blog of the Year,” and other categories. Here’s the link: LINK: Voting.
A friend just sent me this wonderful anecdote that George McGovern tells about Gene McCarthy:
George McGovern on Gene McCarthy:
There is an incident in 1957 with which I will forever associate Gene. I announced in March of that year that I would be giving my maiden speech on a certain date. My theme was the failing farm program of Agriculture Secretary Ezra Taft Benson–a high official in the Mormon Church. A number of my Congressional colleagues were present to draw me out in a series of queries. One of these exchanges angered a Congressman Hill of Colorado, who defended Benson as “a man of God.” To this, Gene observed that it would be difficult to continue the debate over agricultural issues if God were against us. This prompted Hill to rebuke him for ridiculing religion. I wish, he said, that the gentleman from Minnesota had seen a drama on TV that showed “some French girl” dying at the stake for holding fast to her faith in God. “Well,” said Gene, “I did see that show, but I don’t think Joan of Arc went to her death in defense of flexible farm price supports!” This prompted Congressman Tom Abernathy to say, “Mr. Speaker, if we’re going to debate this farm issue from a theological perspective, I ask unanimous consent to speak for the Methodists.”
Young Gooserock and Puget4 turn during our wedding reception mony a lang time ago. Puget4’s honorary Scottish parents are the couple at left.
And speaking of the topic of tonight’s cafe, the lines on the floor are of course for basketball. We rented a small Catholic school gym for the party so we could afford plenty of BEER!
(The things that turn up during a garage cleaning….)
It really wasn’t my fault what happened at IndyLib’s Office party. It was Second Nature who spiked the punch with too much Tequila. I can’t help it if I drank 9 glasses. It was so good—smelled and tasted just like Chanel #9.
I thought it was funny when I put AndiF’s chainmail bra on my head and danced the Hula Hula of Bagoola on the cardboard table while singing `Born Free’. I didn’t mean to break IndyLib’s Blackberry and don’t know why IndyLib would accuse me of jaywalking.
I don’t remember calling Bush’s wife a wicked horse—even though she looked like one with blue eye shadow and black lipstick!
And when I threw up on CaliScribe’s husband’s elbow, it was only because I ate too much carnitas fajitas.
After all that fun, I admit I was a little tired. So I fell asleep on my way home and drove my moped through my neighbor’s laundry chute. I don’t think that was any reason for my neighbor to call me a stupid Mr. McButterpants and have me arrested for nude snowboarding!
So, Santa…here I sit in my jail cell on Christmas Eve, all pissy and whimsical. And I’m really not to blame for any of this horrid stuff. Please bring me what I want the most—bail money!
Sincerely and timely yours,
DamnitJanet (Really a nice Girl!)
LOL!!!!! But… She just got out of kitty jail for pooping on the bathroom floor instead of in her brand new booda-dome. (I don’t think she likes it cuz it’s round and she doesn’t know which way to kick the litter!)
I’ve moved out of my office in the sun room (no sun right now, but lots of windows)and turned off the radiator and now am sitting in my armchair with my laptop on my lap. But the problem is that it and the cat do not both fit. Plus he likes to chase the cursor. Is anyone else experiencing bored cat syndrome? It’s too cold for the cat to go outside so he stays in here and torments me for fun: sharpening his claws on the Persian rug, yanking down my clothes from my clothes rack with his humongous claws–in the middle of the night.
No beer for me, thanks. I drank too much bad white wine at the Union party last night. Plus I have a cold. Basically I feel miserable.
So sorry to hear you’re feeling so awful, TW. Of course we sympathize.
I’d say keep the gentle liquds flowing through, keep yourself hydrated & well rested.
As for the cat, I’d highly recommend paper balls. Very thankfully for me, my feline woods-lover gave birth to a kitten this fall, so she’s got plenty to keep her busy right now. Otherwise, Bored Indoor Cat Syndrome would be a severe problem. As it is, they play insanely until they both collapse — only food & occasional lap-time required.
If you look closely you can just barely see the perfectly perfect roasted marshmallow of mine that 2.8 seconds fell off into the fucking fire. Always happens, I tell ya. Always.
First time it happened to my son… hindsight it’s hilarious now but back then… it was all we could do to keep the world on it’s axis.
We’d spent a considerable amount of time trying to show him what to do with the hot dog on the stick.
Don’t eat it raw. That took about 40 minutes.
Don’t wave it around like a freakin’ light saber, like you’re some kind of Oscar Mayer Jedi. – several years…
and then finally – he GOT IT. He roasted it and then wouldn’t you know it…. PLOP!
G-d has a really big funny bone. I know he’s up there just laughing their ass off. “let’s see how much of a stress monkey we can make Janet today”….
Oscar Mayer Jedi. My favorite new title. I’m going to have to find every excuse to use this in general conversation. Come to think of it, the only time this would ever come in everyday conversation is with you, DJ.
We left a nice cheap big Ohio house with a heavily used fireplace when we came to Puget Sound. Fireplaces and stoves are popular out here so Puget4 has to make do with sniffing intensely as we walk our twa Totos.
Which of course raises certain approach-avoidance issues.
I had a great day at work today … Found out I landed the new position at work I had applied for — a big step up. Woo hoo! It’s party time in Ottawa tonight — by that I mean, nachos and hockey. 🙂
I don’t have any knew photos, so I’ve dug into my stack and pulled out a couple oldies. Not sure if I posted this one:
My not-so-hippie sister arranged the trip for a friend’s 50th birthday, so the choice of destination lay in other hands. But you can give me a drink and park me on any beach that’s available and I’ll be happy.
I’m no good at beaches. I have never had the knack of lying still and doing nothing, although it always seems so nice when I see other people doing it.
OMG Olivia… Those are absolutely GORGEOUS!! The blue is my favorite, by far, but they all are beautiful! I started learning about flower gardening by choosing only blue flowers first, then purple… I’m a bit biased that way.
Big congrats on the new position at work too! Whoo-hoo indeed! 🙂
Learning flowers by colour … what a novel way to go about it! But, makes a lot of sense, cause you’re picking the flowers you’ll appreciate the most and therefore remember what you learn. Neat!
Ahh, lovely. Just lovely. Such a warm feel to the light, despite the snow.
I have a sense that I’d feel right at home in your ‘neck of the woods’ 😉
That’s an interesting tree leaning in the foreground; the bark looks unusual to me. Can you tell me what it is?
Sassafras! How lucky you are.
I was just reading recently about the incredible number of medicinal & practical uses the tree’s been put to traditionally. What a blessed ally to cultivate! I’m so sorry they’re uncommon here.
As for the mountains here, a native-born Scottish friend insists that they’re hills. So there you go 😉
‘It healeth opilations [blockages]; it comforteth the liver and stomach and doth disopilate; to give appetite to eat; in the headache, in griefes of the stomach; it causeth to cast out gravel and stones; it removeth the impediments that cause barrenness and maketh women to conceive; in the toothache; in the evil of the poxe and eville of the joints.’
–Doctor Nicolas Monardes, 1569, from Eric Sloane’s ‘A Reverence for Wood’.
Apparently, the doctor’s work fueled the popularity of medicinal sassafras to such an extent that it became the first money-crop produced here for the Crown.
Of course, there’s still coffee, too, and free food. Is this a great place, or what?
Please recommend this cafe and unrecommend the previous one, and don’t forget to . .
BOOSWARM. (See front page)
Yeah,…hot coffee sounds great. How’re you doing?
Hi, rumi. I’m having coffee, myself, though those full glasses do look delish. And I’m doing well, thank you. How about yourself?
Doing well thanks. Can you explain a Booswarm to newbies like me?
We can hoppit back out to the left for order, if you like.
Sho nuff. A Booswarm is the joking term for “when” we supposedly all go en masse to recommend a diary somewhere else, or vote in a poll, or–in this case–vote for “Best Blog of the Year,” and other categories. Here’s the link: LINK: Voting.
Best Series: Iraq War Grief Daily Witness by RubDMC
Best Community Blog: BoomanTribune
Most humorous series: Advice for Batshit Loopy by BostonJoe
Most humorous post: The Wizard of Oil by Bood Abides
A friend just sent me this wonderful anecdote that George McGovern tells about Gene McCarthy:
George McGovern on Gene McCarthy:
There is an incident in 1957 with which I will forever associate Gene. I announced in March of that year that I would be giving my maiden speech on a certain date. My theme was the failing farm program of Agriculture Secretary Ezra Taft Benson–a high official in the Mormon Church. A number of my Congressional colleagues were present to draw me out in a series of queries. One of these exchanges angered a Congressman Hill of Colorado, who defended Benson as “a man of God.” To this, Gene observed that it would be difficult to continue the debate over agricultural issues if God were against us. This prompted Hill to rebuke him for ridiculing religion. I wish, he said, that the gentleman from Minnesota had seen a drama on TV that showed “some French girl” dying at the stake for holding fast to her faith in God. “Well,” said Gene, “I did see that show, but I don’t think Joan of Arc went to her death in defense of flexible farm price supports!” This prompted Congressman Tom Abernathy to say, “Mr. Speaker, if we’re going to debate this farm issue from a theological perspective, I ask unanimous consent to speak for the Methodists.”
be trusted with beer & scissors?
: p
what the hell, it’s all virtual anyway! wanderindiana posted the coolest thing ever over at epluribus. it’s a virtual paper-snowflake maker!
Montgomery’s Rant, specifically.
Young Gooserock and Puget4 turn during our wedding reception mony a lang time ago. Puget4’s honorary Scottish parents are the couple at left.
And speaking of the topic of tonight’s cafe, the lines on the floor are of course for basketball. We rented a small Catholic school gym for the party so we could afford plenty of BEER!
(The things that turn up during a garage cleaning….)
http://members.aol.com/frogiearno/dearsanta.htm
Here be mine:
Santa Clause
North Pole, Earth
Dear Santa,
I have been a good Girl.
It really wasn’t my fault what happened at IndyLib’s Office party. It was Second Nature who spiked the punch with too much Tequila. I can’t help it if I drank 9 glasses. It was so good—smelled and tasted just like Chanel #9.
I thought it was funny when I put AndiF’s chainmail bra on my head and danced the Hula Hula of Bagoola on the cardboard table while singing `Born Free’. I didn’t mean to break IndyLib’s Blackberry and don’t know why IndyLib would accuse me of jaywalking.
I don’t remember calling Bush’s wife a wicked horse—even though she looked like one with blue eye shadow and black lipstick!
And when I threw up on CaliScribe’s husband’s elbow, it was only because I ate too much carnitas fajitas.
After all that fun, I admit I was a little tired. So I fell asleep on my way home and drove my moped through my neighbor’s laundry chute. I don’t think that was any reason for my neighbor to call me a stupid Mr. McButterpants and have me arrested for nude snowboarding!
So, Santa…here I sit in my jail cell on Christmas Eve, all pissy and whimsical. And I’m really not to blame for any of this horrid stuff. Please bring me what I want the most—bail money!
Sincerely and timely yours,
DamnitJanet (Really a nice Girl!)
P.S. It’s only 3 bucks!
Hey DJ!!! How ya doing? I saw that you were back here at BT, but haven’t had a chance to say welcome back. We missed you.
((((((DJ)))))))
Hey Olivia!!!
We’ve got Joe Thornton!!!! Christmas came early in San Jose 😉 Whoooot.. even though I’m in Portland now.
Gotta run into Cedwyn soon.
lol! that’s great! all the weirder because i really do have a chain-mail bra!
LOL
Well I’m glad that’s straightened out because I knew I didn’t have one. Just a case of mistaken identity.
🙂 I’ve seen those bras…Not yours obviously 🙂
I hope to meet you very soon! (((Ced)))
you silly goose! and dammit ryan, too! will he still be on the east coast?
who hasn’t already recommend the dkos diary for today:
http://www.dailykos.com/story/2005/12/15/5532/3685
i’m using and mine and not steven’s because it’s got a head start.
thanks!
Ah, finally home with a nice cool glass of chardonnay in my hand!
LOL!!!!! But… She just got out of kitty jail for pooping on the bathroom floor instead of in her brand new booda-dome. (I don’t think she likes it cuz it’s round and she doesn’t know which way to kick the litter!)
I’ve moved out of my office in the sun room (no sun right now, but lots of windows)and turned off the radiator and now am sitting in my armchair with my laptop on my lap. But the problem is that it and the cat do not both fit. Plus he likes to chase the cursor. Is anyone else experiencing bored cat syndrome? It’s too cold for the cat to go outside so he stays in here and torments me for fun: sharpening his claws on the Persian rug, yanking down my clothes from my clothes rack with his humongous claws–in the middle of the night.
No beer for me, thanks. I drank too much bad white wine at the Union party last night. Plus I have a cold. Basically I feel miserable.
is my favorite feeling-miserable drink; diet 7-up cuts down on the sugar a bit.
Either that or a cup of hot tea… 🙂
My fav is half OJ, half water, heated in micro.
Poor baby!
Bored Cat Syndrome, yes.
Cat Owner Driven Crazy Syndrome, yes.
So sorry to hear you’re feeling so awful, TW. Of course we sympathize.
I’d say keep the gentle liquds flowing through, keep yourself hydrated & well rested.
As for the cat, I’d highly recommend paper balls. Very thankfully for me, my feline woods-lover gave birth to a kitten this fall, so she’s got plenty to keep her busy right now. Otherwise, Bored Indoor Cat Syndrome would be a severe problem. As it is, they play insanely until they both collapse — only food & occasional lap-time required.
‘Evening, all. Glad to see us all doing reasonably well — after all, we’re here.
Please allow me to share a little seasonal warmth.
My blessed neighbors shelter me
Throughout the summer season
And when harsh winter winds do blow,
They keep my ass from freezin’.
That’s beautiful, ww. Would it be okay if I used it to decorate a Cafe some time?
Absolutely no problem, kansas. I’d be honored!
Thank you! It makes me feel warmer just to look at it.
Wonderful.
Hopefully there isn’t too much time left for it to keep that purpose 😉
If you look closely you can just barely see the perfectly perfect roasted marshmallow of mine that 2.8 seconds fell off into the fucking fire. Always happens, I tell ya. Always.
🙂
It’s sticking to my hot dog.
ROFLMAO!!!
First time it happened to my son… hindsight it’s hilarious now but back then… it was all we could do to keep the world on it’s axis.
We’d spent a considerable amount of time trying to show him what to do with the hot dog on the stick.
Don’t eat it raw. That took about 40 minutes.
Don’t wave it around like a freakin’ light saber, like you’re some kind of Oscar Mayer Jedi. – several years…
and then finally – he GOT IT. He roasted it and then wouldn’t you know it…. PLOP!
G-d has a really big funny bone. I know he’s up there just laughing their ass off. “let’s see how much of a stress monkey we can make Janet today”….
Oscar Mayer Jedi. My favorite new title. I’m going to have to find every excuse to use this in general conversation. Come to think of it, the only time this would ever come in everyday conversation is with you, DJ.
Hey I can think of another reason to use it.
When your dude is walking around the bedoom buttusnekkidus and his weiner is flopping around with each stride.
“Hey, what do you think you are an Oscar Mayer Jedi?”
See, that’s why you’re the queen. I never would have thought of that. I’d have just laughed my ass off as usual without the witty remark.
We left a nice cheap big Ohio house with a heavily used fireplace when we came to Puget Sound. Fireplaces and stoves are popular out here so Puget4 has to make do with sniffing intensely as we walk our twa Totos.
Which of course raises certain approach-avoidance issues.
I had a great day at work today … Found out I landed the new position at work I had applied for — a big step up. Woo hoo! It’s party time in Ottawa tonight — by that I mean, nachos and hockey. 🙂
I don’t have any knew photos, so I’ve dug into my stack and pulled out a couple oldies. Not sure if I posted this one:
Scarlet runner bean, taken 8.28.2005 (view large)
Cosmos, taken 8.28.2005 (view large)
And and old one of my favs:
Cosmos and dew, taken 7.17.2005 (view large)
Perfect & Pretty Patriotic Petals provided by persistent, patient photographer
on your promotion. Mazel tov. And a toast to you (and your always beautiful flowers).
Umm, Andi? Not to ask a rude question or anything–certainly not in the Cafe–but is that a marmot in your martini?
is the specialty of the house — the dirty marmotini.
I figured either it was a marmot, or you were just glad to see us.
or it’s both.
Congratulations, olivia! Glad to hear the good news.
Thanks for sharing these absolutely stunning photos. Truly magical. Amazing.
Great news and great photos!!
I’m excited. It’s a good Christmas present. 🙂
I should have added:
Precious Promotion 🙂
Congo rats elation!
Congo rats elation? lol! I will nevr be able to say congratulations again without laughing.
This is what we’ve been missing around here. So good to have DJ back!
Congratulations on the new position, olivia! What great news.
And great photos too!
You wouldn’t happen to have a nice beach photo for us, would you, e?
This is Fort Lauderdale about 3 years ago. It was kinda cloudy, but still beautiful weather.
jealous, as she huddles in our Puget Sound cold snap.
The weatherman has been using the ‘T’ word way too much (‘thirty’).
A nice beach photo would really hit the spot right now! (We’re expecting a lot of snow tonight…)
about to get what we just got here. About 7 inches of snow since last night.
This guy doesn’t like snow either.
Lovely images, all — just as ice-chunks begin battering the roof above my head. A very interesting accompaniment..
Have another in honor of your new job.
Before Wilma. Unfortunately the hotel where this was taken took heavy damage–won’t reopen until at least next spring.
butI really feel that hippie should be in baja, not cancun.
My not-so-hippie sister arranged the trip for a friend’s 50th birthday, so the choice of destination lay in other hands. But you can give me a drink and park me on any beach that’s available and I’ll be happy.
I’m no good at beaches. I have never had the knack of lying still and doing nothing, although it always seems so nice when I see other people doing it.
I have learned the fine art of lying still and doing nothing from experts–my cats.
I read the title of that post as
“I’m not too picky about my belches”
Beach + several drinks = belch.
OMG Olivia… Those are absolutely GORGEOUS!! The blue is my favorite, by far, but they all are beautiful! I started learning about flower gardening by choosing only blue flowers first, then purple… I’m a bit biased that way.
Big congrats on the new position at work too! Whoo-hoo indeed! 🙂
Learning flowers by colour … what a novel way to go about it! But, makes a lot of sense, cause you’re picking the flowers you’ll appreciate the most and therefore remember what you learn. Neat!
to make everybody all feel warm inside and out —
Ahh, lovely. Just lovely. Such a warm feel to the light, despite the snow.
I have a sense that I’d feel right at home in your ‘neck of the woods’ 😉
That’s an interesting tree leaning in the foreground; the bark looks unusual to me. Can you tell me what it is?
Thanks — I’m sure my woods would feel almost like home to you (except for having hills instead of mountains).
The tree is a sassafras. The bark is deeply grooved, which is hard to see in an image that small.
Sassafras! How lucky you are.
I was just reading recently about the incredible number of medicinal & practical uses the tree’s been put to traditionally. What a blessed ally to cultivate! I’m so sorry they’re uncommon here.
As for the mountains here, a native-born Scottish friend insists that they’re hills. So there you go 😉
The wood makes a pretty, soft brown lumber — we used it for our cabinets. And most people around here are fond of sassafras tea.
And no wonder:
‘It healeth opilations [blockages]; it comforteth the liver and stomach and doth disopilate; to give appetite to eat; in the headache, in griefes of the stomach; it causeth to cast out gravel and stones; it removeth the impediments that cause barrenness and maketh women to conceive; in the toothache; in the evil of the poxe and eville of the joints.’
–Doctor Nicolas Monardes, 1569, from Eric Sloane’s ‘A Reverence for Wood’.
Apparently, the doctor’s work fueled the popularity of medicinal sassafras to such an extent that it became the first money-crop produced here for the Crown.
Hey… for some reason I’m hearing tunes in my head from Peter and the Wolf.
((Andi)))
Do I get to pick my own part because if I do I’m going for the duck.
(slammin a buck on the counter)(and spitting on the floor)
The New Old Pale Stale Ale with the foam on the bottom! A ‘Holidays’ midwest favorite from Iron City beer.
(hic)
I sense the potent 4s are coming.
🙂
Yep. I think katiebird’s gonna need a minder.
where I stretch out on the floor and look at the unpainted ceiling.
(yawn)
(hic)
I think beers are stronger that 4s and I might just go to sleep.
Soonish!
I sense the potent 4s are coming.
Naw, just some diplomat wannabes or pretentious potent8s.
Congratulations on the job. I meant to post this sooner but I got distracted.
😉
Job? I missed something???
You need your ceiling painted?
😉
Read olvia’s post with her flower pictures.
I’m fading early. We’re over 80 comments. Do you think I should let this one roll all night, or put up a fresh one?
This distraction wouldn’t have anything to do with Anna’s advice now would it? 🙂
I’m not sure which advice that is. It’s all been good advice,…right? I get lost in these cafes so easily. They fill up quick.
Why yes, yes it is. I swear you must know me somehow and that’s another reason to like it here at the frogpond.
😉
…wonderful advisor, she is.
I’ve had a little too much holiday cheer this evening. Although everyone here seems very cheery.
Sorry to close down this cheerful place, but I think you’ll like the new one, too.
Don’t forget to unrecommend this one on your way out, please, and then rec the new one. Thanks.