The Shed 23

Nice to see Joe, Tom, and the long lost Gordi popping in today.

I wish each of you the best.

originally posted by: DictionaryOfExcuses
a reply to: Night Star

If only windows were as easy to stain as clothing!

No kidding, I still cannot eat spaghetti without getting sauce all over my shirt. Yet I won't cave and wear a bib. I always hear people say "fake it til you make it"...

I do the same thing when I eat chili (like today). Of course I am wearing one of my nicest shirts today for better effect.
Guess I can change my name to Spot now.

a reply to: LookingForABetterLife

My wife won't let me eat chili anymore

originally posted by: LightSpeedDriver
a reply to: Nyiah

You sound like an awfully funny lady, it's great. To pick up on a single element of your story though, now you have to practice your surprised face when present-opening time comes around?

"Oh Wow!!! I TOTALLY never expected...this." Scans room for reaction...

I wish you luck and hope hubby doesn't read your ATS posts.

< chuckles > Too many years married to a sarcastic wannabe-stand-up comic, my own funny skills have been long-since honed

The surprised face won't be necessary, but I definitely appreciate the thought for a hobby supply that I'll actually use. Considering it's mostly Greek translated to Chinese translated to Egyptian hieroglyphs to him, he did dang good on the try with no hints or help!

Speaking of that humor, I've got to try to find some of it tonight. The cat's yea-shy from being the world's first flying cat. I know he's old and getting ornery, but tonight was just uncalled for. He wanted the meat from dinner pretty bad (handing him food from the table is verboten) So he got pissy after everyone telling him "no" and shooing him away, and bit the younger kid's finger when she tried to stop him from outright stealing a piece of meat off her plate. I don't think he intended to, her finger just got in the way of the target there. She's still mad at him.
I kept having to shoo him away from the table to leave the kids alone, so the old SOB went upstairs and showed just how displeased he was with being told "no" so much -- left a lovely pile in the middle of our bedroom floor. It cleaned up easily enough, but I shampooed the carpet to make sure it was CLEAN clean.

Now, if the cat had just waited, he'd have had a portion cut up for him & put in his food dish, but no, he had to go Full Asshat. Suffice it to say, he did not get any of it tonight -- you blew it, dude.

Oh, and we made some gingerbread cookies and sugar cookies yesterday. Except, an error on my part yielded us almost 10 dozen cookies in total (holy crap...) I rolled the gingerbread dough a little too thin and ended up with crispy, almost ginger snap-like snowflakes, trees and gingerbread men. The sugar cookie count was the 3 dozen it's supposed to be, but I really screwed up the gingerbread cookie thickness and ended up with over twice what I should have, lol. The kids channeled Bob Ross, "It's a happy accident, more cookies, yay!" XD
I made royal icing & iced the snowflake sugar cookies with the kids tonight, and decorated them. Some are still reserved for tomorrow to add additional royal icing colors to for the snowflake details. Today, we just used sprinkles and such. Tomorrow, I get to tackle the 6+ dozen gingerbread cookies. I'm...paying closer attention to the damn dough thickness next year.

We have entirely too many cookies, even the kids said "Wow mom, that's way too many..." Their idea to reduce the amount is to decorate everything fancy-schmancy, then box them up & give them to their best friends' families for Christmas. Actually, that's not a bad idea, it'd be a really easy way to make sure a couple dozen don't end up wasted here, AND make 4 other kids happy as hell.

originally posted by: DictionaryOfExcuses
a reply to: Night Star

If only windows were as easy to stain as clothing!

No kidding, I still cannot eat spaghetti without getting sauce all over my shirt. Yet I won't cave and wear a bib. I always hear people say "fake it til you make it"...

Whoa, you and me are cut from the same cloth on this one. I can't eat without getting it on my clothes, either. Hubs and the kids actually place money bets on whether or not I end up wearing some part of dinner. After 15 years of dating and marriage to the guy, believe me, I've heard all the damn bib jokes the universe has to offer, lol.

My younger brother is the King of Food Wearing, though. Nobody was ever sure how the hell he managed to get food on the back of his shirts, or head when we were kids. Somehow, he did it. Now that's a hell of a high bar.

a reply to: DictionaryOfExcuses

My condolences to you for missing out on such an important part of life.

a reply to: LookingForABetterLife

Between the stained shirts and the ensuing smelly farts, I accept her decree with only minimal begrudgement. (Is begrudgment even a word?)

Shh, sneaks in with trepidation, sniffs around, . Any cookie crumbs or an open whiskey barrel ? I brought some remnants from the old Sheds.
Kaelci one of our story tellers, posted this way back and Martin provided this little, almost non kosher tid-bit.
It's all X-massy.
And here is a little thing for FIN
Runs out again. Whoosh

originally posted by: Nyiah
Nobody was ever sure how the hell he managed to get food on the back of his shirts, or head when we were kids. Somehow, he did it. Now that's a hell of a high bar.

Are you sure your brother isn't some sort of mess-wizard? On the back of the shirt is nothing short of magic.

originally posted by: DictionaryOfExcuses

originally posted by: Nyiah
Nobody was ever sure how the hell he managed to get food on the back of his shirts, or head when we were kids. Somehow, he did it. Now that's a hell of a high bar.

Are you sure your brother isn't some sort of mess-wizard? On the back of the shirt is nothing short of magic.

It's been a long-standing family ribbing that he still hasn't lived down. The kid was talented, I'll give him that much. Mess-Wizard is extremely apt, since magic is about the only way to explain that. Or he was secretly the Tasmanian Devil from the 'toons?

a reply to: WalkInSilence

Oh phooey! Looks like I just missed you sneaking around the crumbs of yesterdays dinner.

At least the donuts for breakfast tomorrow have arrived. Help yourself to them if you are still here.

Oh, people! I got behind. Busy, will check in later. HUG!

Fin, where are you?

a reply to: Nyiah

Hey Girl, Toss some cookies our way, I want ginger bread. Now
Kitty sounds very determined.
Merry Christmas to you and yours.

originally posted by: LookingForABetterLife

Oh phooey! Looks like I just missed you sneaking around the crumbs of yesterdays dinner.

They were a little "stale", so I went straight for the Wine Cellar.

At least the donuts for breakfast tomorrow have arrived. Help yourself to them if you are still here.

I am always here, in my heart. This guy looks comfy to settle with, let's have our doughnuts here. Christmas hugs to you.

originally posted by: LucidWarrior

*Pulls gordi, light and fin(and you lurkers) into a huuuge group hug*

Hugs back at you

*Whispers loudly* THIS IS WHAT HEALING FEELS LIKE!

So good to see young warrior I enjoy your prose. Pull up a seat and have dram.

originally posted by: khnum
Ive always believed my animal guide the crow they are pretty smart critters,this goes a little over 3 minutes I hope you'll be just as amazed as I was

Crow is a familiar to me among others. Since you appreciate story telling you may like this. Crow walked into my life many moons ago. I found 'him" unable to fly in a grave yard. Thinking it was a young injured crow I captured him in my jacket. We drove home in silence while I tried to keep him from pecking out my eyes.
He couldn't fly and I put him up in a small room with a window. He didn't respond very well to the food I gave him so I took him to my vet. My baby crow was full grown but had eaten a poisoned critter, it will paralyze their flight ability for a period of time. Long enough for them to die of dehydration, hunger or be devoured by a cat.
So I fed him raw meat, named him "Jokum" and he adored me.
After a month or so he could use his wings and I opened the window. I still feel the sorrow of seeing him fly out that window, never to return so I could touch his velvet soft feather or feel his beak gently touching my hands and face.
he remained around the house for a couple years, I loved him much.

This is the type of crow, known in Europe as "The Grey Crow". I learned much about crows/corvids they are much like wolves and us. I could go on but … so much to say.

Fire cleanses. Warming frozen toes.

a reply to: WalkInSilence

Crows are a messenger to me,often they will appear during turmoil or changes,or as a warning that turmoil or drama is coming,they are not however a harbringer of death, that in my family is done by a bird called the curlew if you hear one of those at 2 or 3 in the morning someone may well of passed.

Crows and ravens do not get on I have actually been attacked by a raven and they are a bird that gravitate towards darker places such as the Tower of London and there was one place in Lithuania where there were thousands of them where I got the same feel as the killing fields in Cambodia,some say however Ravens have protected Saints and been involved in prophecy but I am wary in their presence whereas crows have walked straight up to me.

a reply to: WalkInSilence

Love all your posts tonight! Those birds are beautiful! I've never heard of that breed before. Thank you for sharing!