OFFICIAL: Gaztastic's thread.
 

Apologies to RW. We didn't mean to hijack your thread. I blame Guinness and me just being half zoned on my evening Clonazepam.

Ok! Important discussion:

NO!

Discuss.

Oh boy.... I posted it in a message on your profile.

And here you did a whole thread devoted to my story. Boy, I feel honored.

Maybe RW wants to hijack this thread???? :D


I mean, we deserve as much. Right?

RW's been quiet. But she can hijack this thread if she wishes to. :D

I think she MAY be ensuring her ingredients are safe before the hurricane tomorrow. ;)

One of the traditions I grew up with was, for some odd reason, caviar on crackers on Kentucky Derby day. My mom and I would sit down to watch the Kentucky Derby and eat caviar on crackers. I thought it was fun.

So I continued the tradition when I moved out and my daughter hated caviar. My son never tried it. I got a bit stingy with the caviar. ;)

Anyway, one Kentucky Derby day I was sitting in my living room and my son and his friend, Phil, came in as I was munching on caviar and crackers. My son, being a teenage boy and naturally hungry all the time, and his friend, who was the same way, asked what I was eating. I told them.

Neither had had caviar before. They asked me to leave them a bit. So I did. Put it in the fridge.

Now there was one thing that you had to know about my son and his friend Phil. You didn't leave them alone together. You just didn't. You didn't know what was going to happen if you did.

Phil would write things on my write-on-wipe-off board. Things like "Note to self: eat lollipop not stick." Or for my H, "Things to do: Vasectomy reversal."

After a while, you got used to it.

One day, I was bleary eyed early in the morning and went downstairs to get some peanut butter and slather it on toast, get a glass of milk, and sit down to read the paper. So I opened up my corner cabinet to grab the peanut butter and came face-to-face with a jar of "Penguin Preserves" complete with a lovely drawing of a penguin on it. There was NO peanut butter in my corner cabinet. Just a jar of Penguin Preserves.

Not being daunted by this, I opened the jar of Penguin Preserves and slathered it on my toast, got my glass of milk, and went to read the paper.

Life around my house was normal.

Ok, so the day after the Kentucky Derby I came downstairs to find Phil sleeping on my couch. That would have seemed abnormal except that he had come over one day about a year previously and somehow had never seemed to leave. Oh he went home (two doors away) to shower and get a change of clothes, but he slept on my couch every night.

It used to disturb me a bit and I'd walk around very carefully so as not to wake him. But after a month of that, I just sort of started living in my living room again. It didn't seem to disturb Phil. So I reasoned that life was good.

Back to the morning after the Kentucky Derby. I was vacuuming the living room when Phil decided to wake up. My son came downstairs shortly thereafter. This was good. Because now I could sit on my couch again.

After they had a short conversation in the kitchen, my son and Phil came back to the livingroom where I was sitting down to read the newspaper. My son said, "Mommy, I have something important to tell you." I considered asking him if he and Phil were going to move into a trailer together (long story and involving a different friend who decided that he was going to move into a trailer with my son when both of them were in daycare (age 4)), but decided that was probably not what he was going to tell me.

So I asked him what it was. And Phil replied (not sounding at all like my son): "Never eat caviar with marshmellows." And my son said, "Caviar is disgusting. I'm never going to eat it again."

I was confused. Which one was my son??

But I decided to plunge forward and go with their looks: To the Phil one I asked "WTF would make you think that THAT WAS A GOOD COMBINATION????????

WTF WOULD YOU PUT CAVIAR WITH MARSHMELLOWS ANYWAY when there was a PERFECTLY GOOD box of crackers in there?????????"

Phil considered it for a minute and then my son replied, "Because we thought it sounded interesting."

I strongly considered whether something serious had happened to both Phil and my son at some time earlier in their formative years to mentally unhinge them this way. But for my son, I couldn't come up with anything other than me singing "The Farmer in the White House" to him. Phil I couldn't answer to.

One lingering question, what was in the Penguin Preserves?!

Peanut butter.

They'd stripped the label off, designed a new one, and put the Pengin Preserves back in the cabinet. It was business as usual.

Phil cracks me up. He and my son would go on Monty Python binges.

Life was never dull around my house.

LOL nice nice.

Gimme a sec, I will show you a sexy broadsword via screenshot. How's that beer going? :) IS YOUR BED MADE? HAHA.

This is my Shadowblade. She is too cute! And that's one heck of a sword! (Btw, Dark Age of Camelot was what got me through limbo period, big time.)

http://www.eyesickle.com/dmp/upload/sshot001.jpg

V-E-R-Y nice. Love the tooling on it.

They're heavier than you'd expect and not so easy to swing as you'd think. Definitely two handed is better. But then again, that may be more on the lines of a Bastard Sword or Long sword--all in the realm of broadsword, however.



Thanks for sharing the screenshot! Cool.

Maybe I'll have to look into it. But I don't know if my computer's up for gaming.

Gotta go drink the Guinness. The bed's made and I'm tired!! :)

Are you positive that was your son?

My son slipped the cover out of a DVD case and replaced it with a label with a pic of a clown putting on his bow tie called *Tie Bow, an exercise DVD*.

He wrote *Shut the He!! UP!* on a cup, and handed it to his sister "Hey, would you like one of these?" when she annoyed him.


Of course whatever I did to make him that way, I must have done the same to her. She pondered aloud, while walking through the grocery store, why *mole* was cheaper than just *molasses*.


:rolleyes:

I've wondered that through the years, Cathy. Thought maybe both my kids got switched at birth. Unfortunately for his wife, I do think he's my kid. He acts a lot like me in the goofy department. Together, he and I can drive his wife batty. :) Sometimes we've done it on purpose just to see if we could annoy her and then we stop right away when she gets disgusted with us. :D She's a good sport about it, however.

Love the exercise DVD. I've seen some pretty weird contortions going on when guys try to tie ties, so it's possible. Clowns have huge ties, generally, so I could only imagine.

And the cup. Well, that sounds about right. I have an "Ancient Chinese Tilt Mug" that pretty well espouses some of my view of life when tilted. Maybe your daughter should go to ceramics class one day and paint him a mug like that and give it to him for Christmas. Aaaaah, the memories.

Now your DD and my son and Phil would have had a high time together in the grocery store. She posed quite the good question. I'll have to ask my son what he thinks about that problem. My first response would be to say, "Prime cuts are always more expensive."

Hilarious story Gazelle - sounds like there was never a dull moment in your house. :D

Laura, awesome screenie of your SB - now THAT'S a sword! Hey, you trying to get Gazelle to play DAoC? Hmm, maybe we should start recruiting here? :Grin-Nod:

LOL Yes, I think she's recruiting. :D

LOL!! Hey, I am the Druid Team Leader for the game... never know! <~~ talk about my built in geek factor!

That's a Dragonfury on my Shadowblade. I was SO thrilled when my friend gave me that. 6.0 speed (slowest weapon, therefore, hits for a TON of damage).

My friend who plays a Shadowblade actually smacked my Druid with a Dragonfury for 1530 damage. :eek: My Druid has around 2400-2500 total hit points! I still turned around and whopped his butt :D

Yeah DAOC is FUN FUN. I could see it though. Gaz installs DAOC, does the tutorial, kids walk into the room, "WOAH what's THAT???". Next thing you know, Gaz loses her computer to kids fighting over the game wanting to play ;)

ok inquiry minds want to know did we spill the holy water on the freshly made bed?

Oh NO. That is NOT going to happen. Kid lives in Virginia and I live in another state! He has his OWN computer. LMOA

The integrity of the holy water was not besmirched by cotton last night. :D
In other words, it was GREAT! That was my last Guinness though. I will have to get another six pack of draught cans. ;)

i wasnt sure if I should say spill holy water or ask if you wet the bed:rolleyes::rolleyes::eek:

good morning

Thanks, Frank, for not asking if I wet the bed. :rolleyes:

I feel so.....adult.....now. :p

Good morning. I should go eat. I've been saying that for hours.

But the eggs in my fridge are calling my name.

enjoy your breakfast

MSCherokee, Gaz and I should all roll newbie 'toons' in Dark Age and play together. Oh man that would be fun :D

:I-Agree: That would be a blast and there will be no worries about kids seeing how cool the game is and stealing the computer! :D I rolled a couple /level 20's on Hib Bedevere the other day. Hmm, which server/realm were ya thinkin? ;)

If we play Hibernia I'm making another Druid, duh!

Or I'll play my realm rank 11 Druid on Devon cluster ;D

But wait!
 

What the heck is, 'I couldn't come up with anything other than me singing "The Farmer in the White House" to him.'

Is said farmer related to the one in the dell? :confused:

Yes, but it related to Jimmy Carter. :D

Gaz, I think our kids just might hit it off...

I've always been partial to that Murphy Brown bedtime lullaby - The Watergate Burglars Came to Town...

(sung to the tune of The Wheels on the Bus Go Round and Round)

thus, my kids grew up warped, just like ol' mombo.

they've been known to serenade me with Jackson Browne:

Doctor, my eyes
Cannot see the sky
Is this the price for having
learned how not to cry?

or a bit o' Foreigner:

Fill my eyes with that double vision
No disguise for that double vision
Oooh, when it gets through to me,
It's always new to me
My double vision gets the best of me

kids are such a kick!

:p :D :p

Cayo, I LOVE your kids! :D

They can play with mine (and my son-in-law) any time.

:eek::eek::eek: I started singing the song to that tune before you EVER SAID ANYTHING. How scary is that????

:D