[graciegirl]

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

[Boomer]

Originally Posted by graciegirl

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.

[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]

Originally Posted by 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

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?

[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.

[kyblue]

Is that Skyline or Goldstar?:

[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