Post by Captain Hygiene on Sept 18, 2010 21:54:15 GMT -5
I'm curious about the Milk-Bones. Was this some sort of secret treasure trove? Had the dogs secretly been stockpiling treats for the day when they'd finally depose you? Were they some secret sign left by the alien race which had constructed your house in some forgotten era? We may never know.
The house was built by dogs, and that's why there are so many problems.
Is there a toilet in every room? ;D
You dated yourself and didn't even get to first base.....Phantom Engineer
Great, now you've turned this into a fart thread of which there are of 20,000 too many already. --Mitchell
Crowfan: When you care enough to send the very best.---CBG
Crowfan and evil go together.---spicy
Installing insulation. Lucky me, husband changed his mind and decided he would be the one to crawl around on his back, work with his arms over his head, and have fiberglass fall in his eyes. All I had to do was cut to size requested and hand it in. And keep the staple gun refilled.
Some of the most important work on a job site. Good on ya, Mrs. C!
Post by Mrs. Castleton Snob on Oct 9, 2010 7:19:17 GMT -5
The wet had gone through the backer board and all the way to the sheetrock in the kitchen. After all that pounding, mashing, and twisting to get those horrible rotten "support" boards out, there's now an apple-sized hole visible from inside the kitchen.
Ah, and guess who had the brilliant idea to mount a piece of plywood over the windows? Guess who scoffed at that idea, did it anyway, then later said "Okay, it was a good idea, especially with that stubborn bit of rotten header that came out with some problems and bounced down the wall/windows on its dismount?"
See, I do have good ideas sometimes.
That original 1934 insulation is some weird stuff. It's heavy, like a brick, with a texture kinda like that oasis stuff you use for flower arranging (the green base the flowers get pushed into). We're still not sure if it's an earlier version of cellulose or maybe even actual cotton. It crunches if compressed and doesn't really spring back too well -- but that might be because of its age.
So, only in the low 60s today, with a little bit of a wind. :-( Maybe that will make us hurry up and get DONE.
Post by Mrs. Castleton Snob on Nov 2, 2010 12:36:26 GMT -5
Today I'm trying a new bread recipe, found on the back of the King Arthur bread flour bag. Oatmeal-honey bread-- it's risen pretty high in the pan and it's baking now, so I'll letcha know how it comes out.
Post by Mrs. Castleton Snob on Nov 22, 2010 13:51:01 GMT -5
So today I am making my very first fruitcake. I love fruity, nutty things, like chocolate bars (Cadbury's has a fine example) and I like cake, so I never understood why I hated fruitcake. I never had anything but commercially prepared types. We decided to try making our own and then experimenting/adjusting to our taste.
We purchased a container of the candied citrus peels and candied maraschino cherries and all the other stuff yummy stuff. Putting it together, the only thing that seemed questionable were the candied citrus peels and maraschino cherries....so we'll see. I may just have to stick with the straight Fanny Farmer Cookbook version that doesn't involve gelatinous, brightly-colored stuff.
Our son is GOB Bluth, a character from the show Arrested Development (one I highly recommend to people whenever I can)
Genius! I sure hope every time some schlub failed to guess his costume, he exclaimed "COME ON!"
Peter Graves’s life and career were marked by a generosity of spirit and loving attitude toward his fellow man, which were altogether missing in the pitted soul of James Arness. Often, James Arness’ mother would remark to friends that she loved her son Peter Graves so very, very much. While she hated James Arness, and cursed the day her womb had been blighted with such a creature.