The Margarita has suffered terribly in modern times. In an effort to make it hip, quick, trendy, and cheap it has been bastardized far worse then any cocktail before it. Whether it is the use of inferior (or just plain wrong) ingredients, or commercially made mixes, the common Margarita these days tastes more like a Limeade with a splash of orange juice then it does the delectable cocktail that it once was. – more
Even when I was hostessing the orgies had stopped. Nobody’s heart was in it anymore — not after Scalia made it clear that even he enjoyed an occasional orgy.
Besides, supersoling still has never returned the lotion.
It would be strange if I didn’t remember the orgies. At least the first one. Which, by the way, Second Nature started. Then she left me alone and on my own.
Afternoon frog fans — just got in from school, and I’m already totally screwed. The Econ class has WAAAAAY more math than I expected, plus it’s in one of the classrooms with the postage-stamp sized seats; after a couple of hours I was feeling like a goddammed pretzel (extra-large, of course).
My morning class (International Business) is going to be a lot of fun — comfortable seats, small enough to be companionable, but a hell of a lot of work. The teacher is awesome (memo to DJ — he’s a Sharks fan!); he’s actually going back to law school to refresh his knowledge of constitutional and contract law, so he can take over the Business Law courses next year when the guy who now teaches them scales back his workload even more in preparation for retirement. Guess I’ll be waiting to take Business Law till Fall 2007… 🙂
His “green sheet” (aka course syllabus) has an awesome quote about Critical Thinking (we have to do 5 article analyses at assorted times during the quarter) which I may have to diary, especially since the NCLB era of rote testing has virtually eliminated critical thinking from many classrooms (would love to hear some teachers’ take on that — you out there, Teacher Toni?)…
Naturally, I’m the oldest student in both classes — a bit offputting when I realize that I’m old enough to be the mother of the vast majority of my fellow students. (Thank FSM I’m not old enough to be the mother of either of my teachers! Younger sister, perhaps…)
Unfortunately, my Aquacize class got cancelled — low enrollment. Maybe a good thing though — don’t want to wear myself out too much, and will give me more time at home to get the damn homework done.
Speaking of which, I have to go register for a special online study course for Econ…later, kids…
When I lived in NM, if you ordered a side of chili, you got a bowl of roasted green chilies. Mmmmmmm. You could even get green chilies on your burger at MacDonalds.
I live mexican food, and I’m the only one in the whole state who knows how to make. Although, I have yet to figure out how to make tamalies taste right without the corn husk wrappers.
No you can’t and the husks from sweet corn are too small to work properly – trust me, I tried.
I’m not sure you’d get the wrappers past customs. As an island with a huge fruit and vegetable industry there are very few food stuffs that can be brought in. You’re not even allowed to bring back unprocessed food from a trip mainland Australia. They have sniffer dogs greet you at Hobart airport. Which is a good thing in the long run.
If you want Italian, Indian, Greek or even most asian food, you’ll find something pretty good to excellent. And, due to Tasmania recently “adopting” about 80
Somali refugees, we even have a African hybred resturant called “Afritas.” I don’t know if their food is any good because they don’t have much in the way of vegetarian food. In fact, vegetarian food is pretty hard to find here, although it seems to be getting more common.
There are two mexican resturants, and I’ve been warned off both of them.
Eating out tends toward the pricy, unless you just want Australian staples like meat pies, sausages, or fish and chips, and since the influx of American style fast food, burgers of course. So, when Imogen and I do go out to eat, it tends to be a bit of a big deal.
I regularly suffer from second-time syndrome. So, for example, I would be willing to do parachute jumping the second time but I’m not about to do it the first time.
My second-time syndrome consists of an amazing natural ability to do most physical tasks nearly perfect the first time, and then just awful the second time. First time ice skating, a natural – second time, a sore wet butt. The same is true of games. I bid and played out some fantastic no trump hand the first time I played Bridge, and then promply forgot how to play after that.
Wow, Manny, that margarita makes me so thirsty for a really good one. Last one I had in Detroit tasted like it was seasoned with diesel fuel – or maybe Kool-aid mix. Just awful.
And I”m going to make myself some nachos right now. Got some good crisp tortillas, cheese. . .maybe I won’t miss the drinks.
sounds so good. The last time I had friends over to my place, we had a nacho party with tons of ingredients. Instead of nuking the cheese on the stove or microwave tho, we put everything in the oven. Good stuff.
There is actually a good australian made chili sauce. And just I love the picture of the red-haired Aussie guy in the sombrero on the label. Northern Australia (where Byron Bay is located) is very tropical and they grow lots of chilies, avocados, banana, etc.
We also have a local family that’s from Chili, who make an awsome salsa that they occasionally sell at the local swap meet. I stock up when I see them.
I hate to disabuse you. Just perused the web site. States such as Vermont associated with Chili?? I’ve been to Vermont. Vermont is one of my favorite states. Vermont is well known for many foods, but Chili isn’t one of them.
If it has beans in it, it isn’t Chili. Not really. Especially kidney beans! If you are going to spoil your chili with beans, for the Flying Spaghetti Monster’s sake, don’t use that Yankee travesty of short-cut excuses for not cooking your pinto beans the correct length of time with the right kind of spices. Kidney beans, pshaw, my grandmother would say. The very idea, putting beans in good chili. Just because a bean is the color of Chili doesn’t make it suitable for putting in Chili. What a silly idea!
OK, Southerner/Texan/ rant is over. I really do have to eat, the stove is beeping.
DrinkBoy weighs in on the State of the Drink.
I’m hungry. Now I’m thinking I want a little Mexican. 😉
Good thinking — if your mouth is buring, you won’t notice your arm nearly as much.
Go for it; we won’t tell Mr. Nature when he gets back 😉
I was hoping to entice Manny, but I guess you’ll do.
I’m always second choice 🙁
Well we are overdue for a froggybottom orgy. Things have not been the same ever since you relinquished Saturday hosting duties.
Even when I was hostessing the orgies had stopped. Nobody’s heart was in it anymore — not after Scalia made it clear that even he enjoyed an occasional orgy.
Besides, supersoling still has never returned the lotion.
And you can’t have a really good orgy without ej.
I want to be on your team if we ever get around to playing FroggyBottom Trivia.
It would be strange if I didn’t remember the orgies. At least the first one. Which, by the way, Second Nature started. Then she left me alone and on my own.
What a relief that that travel restrictions were eased before the midwest meetup — now you can carry on as much personal lubricant as you need.
I see that we must completely re-think our wardrobe and supplies for this upcoming trip. Not to mention camera equipment.
Of course, as befits the second most boring couple in the world, Jim and will just watch.
BUT SN isn’t coming (in any sense of the word 🙂 )so there really can’t be an orgy.
But Mary, you’ve been there, done that, and what with your excellent skills of observation, we can watch you demonstrate it all.
I did NOT expect that comment from YOU (who usually seems so decorous!)
All I can say is … my reputation is completely blown out of proportion. You will agree once you meet me in person 🙂
Bootheel women know when to be hot and when not.
I guess kidspeak won’t need to pack all that leather after all.
You’ll have to have the orgy without me, maryb. Even if I was there my effexor assures I won’t be coming in that other sense of the word.
like the best of them 🙂
I’m going to watch GG. I’ll be back during commercials maybe. And after.
3 ounces? 🙂
Afternoon frog fans — just got in from school, and I’m already totally screwed. The Econ class has WAAAAAY more math than I expected, plus it’s in one of the classrooms with the postage-stamp sized seats; after a couple of hours I was feeling like a goddammed pretzel (extra-large, of course).
My morning class (International Business) is going to be a lot of fun — comfortable seats, small enough to be companionable, but a hell of a lot of work. The teacher is awesome (memo to DJ — he’s a Sharks fan!); he’s actually going back to law school to refresh his knowledge of constitutional and contract law, so he can take over the Business Law courses next year when the guy who now teaches them scales back his workload even more in preparation for retirement. Guess I’ll be waiting to take Business Law till Fall 2007… 🙂
His “green sheet” (aka course syllabus) has an awesome quote about Critical Thinking (we have to do 5 article analyses at assorted times during the quarter) which I may have to diary, especially since the NCLB era of rote testing has virtually eliminated critical thinking from many classrooms (would love to hear some teachers’ take on that — you out there, Teacher Toni?)…
Naturally, I’m the oldest student in both classes — a bit offputting when I realize that I’m old enough to be the mother of the vast majority of my fellow students. (Thank FSM I’m not old enough to be the mother of either of my teachers! Younger sister, perhaps…)
Unfortunately, my Aquacize class got cancelled — low enrollment. Maybe a good thing though — don’t want to wear myself out too much, and will give me more time at home to get the damn homework done.
Speaking of which, I have to go register for a special online study course for Econ…later, kids…
I can’t wait to hear about your international law class.
Chili cures whatever ails you.
When I lived in NM, if you ordered a side of chili, you got a bowl of roasted green chilies. Mmmmmmm. You could even get green chilies on your burger at MacDonalds.
I live mexican food, and I’m the only one in the whole state who knows how to make. Although, I have yet to figure out how to make tamalies taste right without the corn husk wrappers.
mean they make other types?!? :0
Can’t you get corn wrappers in Tasmania? We could almost certainly arrange a small shipment.
No you can’t and the husks from sweet corn are too small to work properly – trust me, I tried.
I’m not sure you’d get the wrappers past customs. As an island with a huge fruit and vegetable industry there are very few food stuffs that can be brought in. You’re not even allowed to bring back unprocessed food from a trip mainland Australia. They have sniffer dogs greet you at Hobart airport. Which is a good thing in the long run.
you like your salsa extra spicy. 😛
Ah, here you all are.
Andi, I left you a reply in the last FB.
This is probably a stupid question … but how’s the ethnic restaurant situation in Tasmania? Many? Few? All one kind?
If you want Italian, Indian, Greek or even most asian food, you’ll find something pretty good to excellent. And, due to Tasmania recently “adopting” about 80
Somali refugees, we even have a African hybred resturant called “Afritas.” I don’t know if their food is any good because they don’t have much in the way of vegetarian food. In fact, vegetarian food is pretty hard to find here, although it seems to be getting more common.
There are two mexican resturants, and I’ve been warned off both of them.
Eating out tends toward the pricy, unless you just want Australian staples like meat pies, sausages, or fish and chips, and since the influx of American style fast food, burgers of course. So, when Imogen and I do go out to eat, it tends to be a bit of a big deal.
I’m relieved my surfing days never started — though watching people windsurf on the Hood River did look pretty appealing.
I don’t know. Having been a lifeguard in my youth, watching newbies do any kind of surfing is just a state of constant fear and dread.
I regularly suffer from second-time syndrome. So, for example, I would be willing to do parachute jumping the second time but I’m not about to do it the first time.
a side-effect of being the second most boring couple in the universe?
It’s at least how you live long enough to become the 2nd most boring couple in the world (I’m agnostic on the universe).
My second-time syndrome consists of an amazing natural ability to do most physical tasks nearly perfect the first time, and then just awful the second time. First time ice skating, a natural – second time, a sore wet butt. The same is true of games. I bid and played out some fantastic no trump hand the first time I played Bridge, and then promply forgot how to play after that.
Well, at least you get the experience. OTOH, my syndrome is probably better suited to my natural abilities — which are nil.
Right now my “natural abilites” are just about up to a book and a bath, with the challenge being keeping the book out of the bath. See y’all in a bit.
Wow, Manny, that margarita makes me so thirsty for a really good one. Last one I had in Detroit tasted like it was seasoned with diesel fuel – or maybe Kool-aid mix. Just awful.
And I”m going to make myself some nachos right now. Got some good crisp tortillas, cheese. . .maybe I won’t miss the drinks.
sounds so good. The last time I had friends over to my place, we had a nacho party with tons of ingredients. Instead of nuking the cheese on the stove or microwave tho, we put everything in the oven. Good stuff.
Good idea. It’s cold here right now, and I don’t want to turn on the heat. But the stove would heat up the kitchen. Will take that advice.
Nuked cheese! Shame.
Nachos always go in the oven. Except for the guacamole, salsa, and the sour cream, which go on after you take the natchos out.
I wonder if Omir is prepared to renounce Pace Picante Sauce once and for all.
My microwave hardly gets used, if I had my way all of my meals would be cooked over a wood-fired stove.
Well, better Pace that one of those horrors they serve around here with (shudder) sugar in the salsa. And I am not kidding!
Pace? Pace? The horror, the horror.
There is actually a good australian made chili sauce. And just I love the picture of the red-haired Aussie guy in the sombrero on the label. Northern Australia (where Byron Bay is located) is very tropical and they grow lots of chilies, avocados, banana, etc.
We also have a local family that’s from Chili, who make an awsome salsa that they occasionally sell at the local swap meet. I stock up when I see them.
I hate to disabuse you. Just perused the web site. States such as Vermont associated with Chili?? I’ve been to Vermont. Vermont is one of my favorite states. Vermont is well known for many foods, but Chili isn’t one of them.
If it has beans in it, it isn’t Chili. Not really. Especially kidney beans! If you are going to spoil your chili with beans, for the Flying Spaghetti Monster’s sake, don’t use that Yankee travesty of short-cut excuses for not cooking your pinto beans the correct length of time with the right kind of spices. Kidney beans, pshaw, my grandmother would say. The very idea, putting beans in good chili. Just because a bean is the color of Chili doesn’t make it suitable for putting in Chili. What a silly idea!
OK, Southerner/Texan/ rant is over. I really do have to eat, the stove is beeping.
Yes, do eat something.
I haven’t purused the site, so I’ll take your word for it’s associated travasties. That said, they do make a fine salsa.
Y’all are making me hungry. I’ll be back in a while.
I’ve posted a reminder meetup diary.
Rec’s appreciated.