Copy Cat

Viewtiful_Justin tagged us all and given that I don't have anything particularly interesting going on in my life right now you get the following.

How I like it...

Here are my answers:
1. weather - Thunderstorms.
2. eggs - Omelets.
3. movies – Comedies, Sci-Fi or Fantasy.  No horror.
4. showers – Hot and in a two-person shower even hotter.
5. sex – Anytime anywhere.
6. parties – Good friends, good food and hopefully a game of cards.
7. drinks – Pepsi and Mountain Dew are the nectar of the gods.
8. hair – Coiffed.
9. dates – Dinner at a special restaurant.
10. kisses – It’s all about the tongue, Baby.
11. cars – Sleek and fast or large and comfortable.
12. clothes – I’m a Ralph Lauren kinda guy.
13. music – Anything but CW or Rap.
14. bed – Firm mattress.
15. airplane seat – Aisle so I have more leg room.
16. sunday afternoon – Work out and dinner prep.
17. steak - Medium Rare.
18. vacations – Without an itinerary.
19. coffee - Rarely.
20. friends – Many.
21. porn – I’m a gay guy.  What do you think?
22. books – Mostly fiction.
23. workouts - Daily.
24. movie endings – Happy.
25. gadgets – Kitchen gadgets…oh yeah Baby.
26. boobs – Pierced.
27. pizza – Anything but canadian bacon and pineapple.
28. girl's pubic hair – Exists.  I’m sure somebody enjoys it.
29. oysters - In stew or stuffing.
30. video games - Never.
31. chicken – I don’t date boys.
32. milk - Skim.
33. humor – Ranges from raunchy to dry.
34. computer desktop – The Wizard says it needs a lot of work.
35. ice cream – Sorbet, please.
36. dirty talk – I presume this means during sex.  I’ve always considered it…well…insincere.
37. peanut butter – Don’t care for it.
38. bagels – Rarely but only if toasted and with cream cheese.  Hold the lox.
39. snacks - Salty.
40. women – I know lots of them.  Friends with many of them.  Love quite a few of them.  Made love to none of them.

You Oughta Be in Pictures

You know you're having a fabulous day when you spray ovary juice all over your pant leg.

Just a few pictures from the Beaujolais Nouveau party and Special Someone's Christmas decorating.

The table set before the guests arrive.

The other two cases of wine were left outside to chill appropriately.

Special Someone made this arrangement for the event.

The Usual Suspects arrive.

Time for food and fun.

Dandy Andy in the doorway.

Look at that light glare off Scott's bald pate.  It was the first time any of us had ever seen him a) dressed up and b) sans baseball cap.

Bill makes quite the fashion statement with those white socks.

Special Someone's roommate, Chris, is in the sweater on the right.

Your's Truly and Scott.

Deviled Eggs and Beaujolais Nouveau make for Strange Bedfellows.

Still plenty of pork loin.  This was just shortly before Brian spilled wine on his shirt and started stripping in front of all of us.  You'd be amazed at how often that happens at parties...

Dawn, the heathen, was drinking beer at the party.

A picture of Campbell House in its heyday.  The porch was removed after a fire on the third floor in the early 1900s.

Brian's array of desserts.  Notice the little card indicating what is what.  Also note a more contemporary painting of Campbell House hanging over the buffet.

Brian flipping Special Someone off.  His wife made him call and apologize the next day.  HA!

And now...for Christmas!

Assembled decorations.  I don't where he was hiding all this crap...

Lights, anyone?

Roommate Jon expresses his feelings about the candy canes.

As a card carrying member of G.A.G.Y.A. (Group Against Gaudy Yard Art) I shudder at the display.

That penguin is just too frickin' creepy.

Amy works on the lights.

Christmas tree with gazillions of lights.  It took hours for SS to wrap the branches.  Pretty...yes?  At least then it was.

Amy gets ready to load up the tree.  Imagine two florists and a shitload of ornaments.  They finished the tree at about 3:30 am Sunday morning.

The crash occurred at roughly 4:30 am.

With 4 possible directions to fall without harm the tree came right through the door...the only spot for potential damage.

Sad little shards of ornaments.

And this is the reassembled product.  Apparently only about 50% of the original ornaments.  The tree is now attached to a LAG BOLT in the wall with industrial strength zip ties.

Ooooooooooooooooh...pretty.

Note...my chafing dishes have made it from the Beaujolais Party to Sioux Falls for the Xmas Party this weekend.

Next time I'll have pictures of my decorations.  That is...if Zippy hasn't disassembled the tree by then.

Treed

Thanksgiving turned out well.  The bird was nicely browned and moist.  The company was delightful.  And for once I didn't break a wine glass while washing up.

This weekend is all about decorating for Christmas.  Next weekend is Special Someone's Christmas party.  Then it's my Christmas party.  And then it's Christmas.

And then another year will have gone down the chute.  Why do they go faster the older I get?

INTJ

According to the Meyer Briggs personality scale I'm an INTJ.  According to a blog type-analyzer my blog content is also INTJ.  Go figure.

The Beaujolais party was a lot of fun.  I was busting ass to get all of my dishes prepared in the space of 12 hours.  Fewer people this year but the 4" of snow we got on Saturday didn't help our attendance.  Pictures will be forthcoming as soon as I get them downloaded from Special Someone.

Today I'm paying the rent with Old Lady Guts.  Now doesn't that sound special?

I've always refused to shop the day after Thanksgiving (Black Friday) because I hella against fighting the crowds.  Apparently many stores now offer Black Friday specials online as well.   THAT could be dangerous for my wallet.

I'm cooking for Thanksgiving...how about you?

Random

-The Beaujolais Nouveau has arrived.  Now all I have to do is the cooking.

-One of my guests is bringing a turducken to Thanksgiving dinner.

-Calluses are my nemesis right now.

-Does spicy spinach dip baked in a wonton sound good to anyone else?

-I didn't get to poke any little kids at the POD.  I was too busy directing traffic.

-Little kids don't follow directions very well.

-Neither do teachers who teach little kids.

-If it's going to be cold it might as well snow.

Butt Kickin' Busy

There's just way to much to be done this week.   And people just keep finding more fun things for me to do.

Tomorrow is our Point of Dispensing (POD) exercise.  We'll bring 3500 kids from K-12 through the arena and give flu vaccinations.  In roughly 7 hours.  Probably only 1000 will actually get vaccinated.  The rest just go through the motions.  It's an extension of Disaster Preparedness and Home Security.

Which means I get to poke little kids' arms.  Revenge is Mine!

And on a lighter note...

A game warden was driving down the road when he came upon a young boy carrying a wild turkey under his arm.

 

He stopped and asked the boy, 'Where did you get that turkey?'

 

The boy replied, 'What turkey?'

 

The game warden said, 'That turkey you're carrying under your arm.'

 

The boy looks down and said, 'Well, lookee here, a turkey done roosted under my arm!'

 

The game warden said, 'Now look, you know turkey season is closed, so whatever you do to that turkey, I'm going to do to you.

 

If you break his leg, I'm gonna break your leg. If you break his wing, I'll break your arm. Whatever you do to him, I'll do to you. So, what are you gonna do with him?'

 

The little boy said, 'I guess I'll just kiss his ass and let him go!'

Bring it On!

The Stupid Stick has been particularly active today.  I actually considered ripping my phone out of the wall.

Miss Melissa's long delayed birthday party is tomorrow night.  There will be eight of us for dinner.

The menu:

Starter: Crab cakes with cilantro cream sauce.

Salad: Spring mixed greens with orange slices, shaved almonds, fresh shaved guyere and a balsamic vinaigrette.

Main: Ribeye roast, roasted red potatoes with parmesan and garlic, baked asparagus and dinner rolls.

Dessert: Homemade apple pie with homemade Rocky Road ice cream (birthday girls choice).

Coffee and liquers to follow.

Pepto Bismol available upon request.

Is it Winter yet?

Overcast, cold and blustery outside.  Little precipitation for which I am not the least bit disappointed.

Our "Birthday" gang went to Mitchell for lunch today.  Friend Jim is an instructor in the Culinary program at the Vo-Tech.  His students run The Oak Room, a by-reservation-only lunch.  It was nummy.  I had baby beef liver smothered in sauteed onions and bacon.  Sluuuuurp.

Big day for surgicals.  Once again the rent is being paid by prostate.

Bored yet?

Enjoy.

Blathering

According to Xanga I can now change my blogname.  Since I haven't changed since I started blogging (unless you count a different hairstyle as change which I don't since I consider it a Work in Progress) I don't plan on changing my blogname.

I also refuse to switch to the new Xanga profile format.

So there.  I really am turning into an old curmudgeon.

I managed to get 60% of my Xmas shopping done this weekend.  The rest will be done online or in the form of cash.  Most of my family prefer cash.  Go figure.

Special Someone presented me with a gift on Friday evening.  It was wrapped in plain brown paper and read "From Special Someone to Karl for Special Someone." (And no...Special Someone is short be even he didn't have that much plain brown paper.)

I got knives.  Wusthof to be exact.  After complaining for months about the Pampered Chef knives that he used (crappola that couldn't hold an edge) he decided that I would need good knives if I was going to help with his Xmas party.

He knows me so well.  And yes...I AM that much of a Kitchen Diva.

I had a little "accident" this weekend.  It doesn't help when your SUV sits 2 foot taller than the car that decides to go behind you when you are backing up.

And just for grunts and giggles...

Lipstick in School

According to a news report, a certain private school in Washington was recently faced with a unique problem.
A number of 12-year-old girls were beginning to use lipstick and would put it on in the bathroom.  That was fine, but after they put on their lipstick they would press their lips to the mirror leaving dozens of little lip prints.  Every night the maintenance man would remove them and the next day the girls would put them back.

Finally the principal decided that something had to be done.

She called all the girls to the bathroom and met them there with the maintenance man.  She explained that all these lip prints were causing a major problem for the custodian who had to clean the mirrors every night (you can just imagine the yawns from the little princesses).

To demonstrate how difficult it had been to clean the mirrors, she asked the maintenance man to show the girls how much effort was required.  He took out a long-handled squeegee, dipped it in the toilet, and cleaned the mirror with it. 

Since then, there have been no lip prints on the mirror.

There are teachers. . . .and then there are educators.

Disappointment

As with many a (potential) boyfriend in the past, I was promised seven inches and presented with much less.

I don't think we even got an inch of snow.  Just icy roads and whole lot of wind.

I'm off to Sioux Falls for the weekend.  Time to start the Xmas shopping.  I hear the economy needs some stimulating.

And so does Special Someone.