Boomer and Katezbox???????

[graciegirl]

I haven't seen them type anything here for several days. I miss them.

[Boomer]

I haven't seen them type anything here for several days. I miss them.

Ohhhhh, Gracie.........

We do go back a long way around this joint...do we not?

And now, here you are, the attendance officer!!!!!! Oh my! (Yes! I know! I know! I once skipped school and went all the way to downtown Cincinnati and spent the day there doing important stuff that involved my hair! But Gracie! It was the 60's! There is a whole story that goes with that skip day! But now, I am having a flashback! My past is here to haunt me! Oh My! Oh My! Oh My!)

So, here's my excuse....

Dear Attendance Officer, Mrs. Gracie,

1. Well, first of all, I had made a New Year's resolution to not turn on the computer in the morning because I get way too sidetracked. That resolution lasted as long as the diet one. But the plan was to not look at TOTV until late afternoon or early evening. Well, that did not work. But there still might be hope for that one. As long as I do not post after midnight when I get way too sleepy and who knows what I might write.

2. And here is the main problem.....I am in the middle of a kitchen remodel. I have no appliances. The refrigerator is in the basement. But everything else is gone. But the coffee pot is sitting on the hearth and the milk is on the step in the garage.

We are living on sandwiches and cereal and ordering delivery and going out and I am so tired of that and I am completely immersed in details and telephone calls.

I am sleeping with my cabinet installer so he is doing fine. He planes those cabinets until that counter top will be an el-perfect fit. And that man sure can miter. (Is it midnight already???)

And the granite guy has been here to make the template. And the sink will soon be in. (Cast iron, Kohler, Smart-Divide.)

And then I got Talk Host to show me his drawers the other day so I could get a handle on his handles. And now my handles are ordered. So that part is done.

And my house is a mess with the stuff of the kitchen everywhere, waiting for the new place to be. And I must sort it and ask myself, "Do I really need this weird kitchen utensil that I do not even know what it is?"

And the coffee pot just started to leak....but that is a bonus actually because I wanted a stainless one anyway and there is a coupon from Bed, Bath and Whatever.

And, btw, I really like those xenon lights under the cabinets. They give a wonderful glow and actually cast a serious amount of light. I like enough light in a kitchen to be able to perform an emergency appendectomy on the counter top, in case a dinner guest might need one. (This is sometimes a problem because I am not a doctor, but hey, the lighting is good, at least.)

And who knew about this Xenon stuff? I like it, but I had always thought it was the name of Xena Warrior Princess' boyfriend or something.

And that, Gracie, is where I have been.

And there is more to the story.

But I must get back to work.....

And I do not know if it is 'counter top' or 'countertop' but I just do not care anymore....

Boomer, Face Down in the Stream of Consciousness, Once Again

[graciegirl]

Boy Howdy. You sure can write. I just love those West Siders.

P.S. PLEASE tell me which Parish you are in.

Remember, I am a WESTSIDER too. However, North of the beltway and only about a mile west of 75. That hardly counts to a true Cincinnati West Sider.

We do the best we can.

Glad you are alive.

Want to hear more about sleeping with the cabinet installer. Just the good parts.:popcorn:

[Army Guy]

Gracie, Kate is fine, just been busy. We have emailed back & forth several times since New Years.

Army Guy

[uujudy]

Boomer, don't you love those Xenon lights? And I also thought they were named after Xena's father/brother/boyfriend! I was afraid they would give the same kind of light as fluorescent and would be as ugly as the new lights at Spanish Springs, but nope! They emit a warmer light, but still give enough light to do surgery -- or help me identify the new stains on the front of Mr. Judy's shirt. (My new lights are in the laundry room).

I always thought it was easier to move than to remodel the kitchen. Good luck with your new kitchen!
Judy

[golfnut]

All this talk about Cincinnati, boy could I ever go for half a dozen cheese coneys.......gn

[Army Guy]

Yes, xenon will defintiely put out light!
Back in the day, we use to use xenon searchlights on our tanks, BOY would they light up a target, the only bad thing was it made you an easy target too! Got rid of them in 1981, and when to thermal sights which are way better!

Army Guy

[bluedog103]

Remember, tracers work both ways.

[chuckinca]

Yes, xenon will defintiely put out light!
Back in the day, we use to use xenon searchlights on our tanks, BOY would they light up a target, the only bad thing was it made you an easy target too! Got rid of them in 1981, and when to thermal sights which are way better!

Army Guy


Also used by the 1st Searchlight Battery, USMC, in Vietnam 67 - 69 to lighten up perimeters.


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[Pturner]

After asking Talk Host if she could see his drawers and handle and raving about how beautiful they were, Boomer now confesses to sleeping with the cabinet maker.

Meanwhile Katezbox is carrying on privately with Amy Guy.

Do I have this right?
:popcorn:

[golfnut]

wow, boomer saw th's handle....gn

[BobKat1]

Ah hah! All of that stuff in Leisureville WAS true!

[Pturner]

Oh good, Katezbox is back! Giving excellent advice as always.

But, Katezbox, don't stay away so long. Somebody might start rumors about you. :lipsrsealed:

[kyblue]

Is that Skyline or Goldstar?::wave:

[Boomer]

Someone's in the kitchen with Booo-mer. Someone's in the kitchen I know-o-o-o.........

I know that you can see it. Just admit it. You can see it. I know you can.

I could see it the first time I ever laid eyes on one of those things. But I did not care. I wanted one. And I wanted a big one. The biggest one I could find. But I see it. I sure see it. And I know that you can, too.

But I never dreamed that it would come to mock me.

It’s right there. Plain as day. Actually, plain as the nose on your face even.

Yes. It’s right there. Can’t you see it?

The thing has a long narrow nose. A big wide mouth. And one big eye.

Or is it winking at me. Yes. Yes. That’s it. Winking.

And I do believe I can see it smirking. Yes. I know it is. Winking and smirking and mocking me and saying, “Go ahead. Just go ahead. Go ahead and try to shove me. You can’t shove me. I am way too big. I ain’t never gonna back up. You shoulda bought a counter-depth.”

You see, in my little kitchen, there now stands, a brand new, shiny, honkin’ French-door, standard-depth refrigerator. (And it looks like it has a face. Notice the next time you see one.) WhatinthehellwasIthinkin??? I was so convinced that I needed 5 extra cubic feet.

For what? Hummus and Chardonnay???

My kitchen is cozy….OK…it’s little. This refrigerator looks enormous. This thing is enormous. It sticks out way too far for its place.

But Mr. Boomer says it looks fine. Mr. Boomer has no decorating talent. Mr. Boomer is probably dreaming of filling it up with beer and every kind of cheese imaginable.

“Yeah,” I told him. “Yeah. Right. It looks fine if we belong to some kind of cult that worships giant French-Door, stainless-steel refrigerators.”

(I am going to tell him to go build me a tree-stand. This thing looks like a meat locker. Does anybody know if I can butcher on granite?)

Why in the world does Mr. Boomer think this huge refrigerator looks just fine? (I tried to take a picture of it so I could show it to you and get you on my side. But have you ever tried to take a picture of a huge, shiny, stainless-steel refrigerator when the camera flashes? That winking, smirking thing continues to mock me.)

Why does Mr. B want to keep it? Why can’t he see how goofy it looks?

Ohhhhhh, noooooo…....I just realized! That’s it! It’s finally happened. Just like I told you long ago. I told you about how I just knew. I always knew. Down deep in my heart, I knew that the only woman Mr. Boomer would ever leave me for is Paula Deen!!!

Yes! That’s it! Mr. Boomer wants to keep the giant refrigerator because Paula Deen is moving in and I am moving out. That has to be it! Oh woe is me. (Or is it woe is I?) I am devastated. I cannot compete with that butter and sour cream hussy. She will fill that huge refrigerator up with all manner of wicked and forbidden foods. That has to be why Mr. Boomer wants to keep it. I just know that has to be it.

(But yet, I know, that if only it were a counter-depth French-door, I could grow accustomed to its face.)

I must get a plan. A plan. I need a plan………

Mad, Mad Boomer

[sschuler1]

Boomer - I brought my counter depth, side by side, bright and shiny refrigerator all the way down here from Detroit hoping against hope that my husband would put the fridge that came with the house in the garage and install this one in it's place in my new kitchen. But my hubby got one look inside the fridge and fell in love with the extra room. (He can now fit a pizza box in this fridge!) I had him all trained from our old house (having not told him that the fridge I bought for that house was counter depth, he didn't know the difference!), and now he has found out my deception. He has refused to move this monster, and my old friend is now in the garage. I hate to say how easy it was to fill up that extra space too! More room for food to go moldy because no one remembers that it is there!

I would highly recommend that you find out if you can butcher on granite before you attempt an appendectomy on any of your dinner guests. You would certainly not want to stain or mar your new countertops.

This affair you are having with the cabinet guy is giving you a false sense of your own attraction quotient if you think even the appliances are winking at you!

[Boomer]

Oh but, SS, it is not one of those charming winks. It is a cruel, know-it-all wink. Like it is saying, "I am here to stay and you cannot budge me."

And, btw, guess where I have been this weekend? Michigan. It sure is cold and dreary up there. You are a smart woman to leave town. We were in your old neck of the woods. We did a quick tour and it was fun to see the family. Got back to Cincinnati tonight (not exactly sunny or balmy here though either) -- and the refrigerator still looks as goofy as when I walked out on it early yesterday morning.

A plan. I think I might have a plan. But it is almost midnight so I had better stop typing.

Boomer

[chelsea24]

Boomer!!!! If I were you, I'd sleep with one eye open and sell the chainsaw! Perhaps Mr Boomer wants Paula Deen in, but will be moving you out in pieces!!! EEEKS! (OK, I've been watching way to many scary movies!):mornincoffee:

Why don't you name it??? When there's something I have to live with or around that gets to me, I name it so I feel more compassion for it. In Illinois we had to live with a giant mountain of dirt outside out front window for about a year. (Still building around us.) So I named it Arthur. And everyday, I would wake up and say "Good Morning Arthur. How are you?" Much better than saying, "when are they going to move that damned mountain!"

Well, one day... sniff... Arthur was gone. Sigh. And I actually felt sad... for about 15 minutes.

Just a thought... :laugh:

[another Linda]

... But Mr. Boomer says it looks fine. ...

Of course he does! I tell you it is on the Y chromosome.

[Boomer]

Boomer!!!! If I were you, I'd sleep with one eye open and sell the chainsaw! Perhaps Mr Boomer wants Paula Deen in, but will be moving you out in pieces!!! EEEKS! (OK, I've been watching way to many scary movies!):mornincoffee:

Why don't you name it??? When there's something I have to live with or around that gets to me, I name it so I feel more compassion for it. In Illinois we had to live with a giant mountain of dirt outside out front window for about a year. (Still building around us.) So I named it Arthur. And everyday, I would wake up and say "Good Morning Arthur. How are you?" Much better than saying, "when are they going to move that damned mountain!"

Well, one day... sniff... Arthur was gone. Sigh. And I actually felt sad... for about 15 minutes.

Just a thought... :laugh:

Chelsea! :22yikes::22yikes::22yikes: I had not thought of that! And there is a big ol' Stihl chainsaw somewhere around here.

(And, btw, I never, ever watch scary movies. I tend to scream when things jump out at me. Been that way all my life. Even when I was a kid in grade school, going with my friends to those terrifying werewolf movies, I would hide under my coat for almost the entire time. It is the jumping out from behind trees and doors and buildings that makes me scream -- and I am talkin' screaming bloody murder here. Maybe if those werewolves and monsters of all sorts would politely announce, "Good evening, I am coming out from behind this tree now. Please brace yourself." -- if they would just do that, maybe I could watch scary movies.......Nope! Will never happen.)

But here I am now, worrying about a Stihl chainsaw. And there is a hulking stainless steel standard-depth refrigerator still standing in my kitchen. Steel? Stihl? Is a pattern emerging here? Oh my!

So anyway, Chelsea, I tried that thing you suggested about naming the too-big refrigerator that is really messing with the look I want in the kitchen.

And you know what....it worked....for about 5 minutes. But then I decided that Steely Dan just has to go. (I just can't take any chances where Paula Deen is concerned.)

Another Linda,

That is sure right about those y-chromosomes. While form and function are a beautiful combination and that's what women want, most men can be happy with just the function part. And if the function is really good, they can ignore form completely.

Boomer

PS: To kyblue -- Skyline is mine. Love those cheese coneys. And for the rest, I am either a 4-way or a 5-way, but in either case, the onions have to be on the side. I have always thought a Skyline would be a goldmine in TV, especially with a Graeter's next door.

[villages07]

Hey Boomer....

How about Steely Deen????

Best of both worlds...

:icon_hungry::evil6:

[Boomer]

Hey Boomer....

How about Steely Deen????

Best of both worlds...

:icon_hungry::evil6:


Ouch! 7! Ouch! Groan! :laugh:

Boomer

[graciegirl]

Hey Boomer....

How about Steely Deen????

Best of both worlds...

:icon_hungry::evil6:

And 1f it were a side by side, which it isn't (there are three of them, don't tell) but if it were a side by side it could be Steely Deen and John Ford Cooley.

What would the third unit be called?

[Boomer]

Hey! Guess what!

Mr. Boomer and I have been losing weight and we did not even realize it.

As usual, I have been parading my trials and tribulations here on TOTV, this time telling you all about this kitchen remodel thing we are into, up to our eyeballs.

Last week I told you all about the giant refrigerator that I just cannot let live here. Well, Steely Dan should be hitting the road this week. His little brother is on order but not here yet. So the big guy is still standing there in the little kitchen, kind of looming and lurking. Right there, in the way, unused and unplugged, still new, and oh so shiny, waiting for the truck to come to whisk him away to his new career as a floor model.

(Appliance Guy understands me. He said the last woman who did this cried. I did not cry. I just explained that I am, in fact, an idiot, and that they could hang my picture up in the store if they want to. Use me as a bad example. Or would it be a good example of what NOT to do? Have people call me when they get all wide-eyed over cubic feet. Whatever it takes. Just please, trade me refrigerators. Just trade me refrigerators. -- So that is what is going to happen -- soon.)

This really is not a big deal. By this time in our lives, we all know that getting a problem that has an easy solution, or a solution at all, is really not a problem at all.

And meanwhile, there is actually a hidden benefit. It turns out that Mr. Boomer and I must not be eating as much. Or we are walking more. Not sure. But whatever it is, we are down a few pounds.

You see, the old refrigerator was moved to the basement. That means, of course, that every time we think we might want something from the refrig, we have to go down 12 steps and up 12 steps.

Mr. Boomer's after dinner buffets of Ritz crackers and cheese have come to an end. (Our geriatric dog Annie is sad about that. Mr. B always shares.) And I do not even think much about that pint of Graeter's Chocolate Chip down there in the basement.

12 steps down. 12 steps up. 12 steps down. 12 steps up. 12 steps down. 12 steps up. So this is what a 12-step program can do. Who knew????

Boomer the Svelte -- (Well, not really svelte, but my jeans are looser by a little. And I just love the word 'svelte' and I just wanted to use it.)

[uujudy]

Well, this explains a LOT! (Notice I didn't say ton?)
The reason for the 'Freshman 15' at TV is NO STAIRS! :doh:
And I was blaming it on all the restaurants and happy hours.

Now I can continue to eat out :icon_hungry: and enjoy happy hour again. :beer3:

My new excuse is: I can't help it if they don't build these houses with basements.
(I tried blaming it on sunspots, but there haven't been many sunspots in the last year).
Thanks for the explanation, Boomer!

[Pturner]

Good riddance, Steely Dan. I'm happy for you Boomer that he's soon to be outta there. Plus, now I don't have to answer Gracie's three-unit question by suggesting Blood, Sweat & Tears...