I'm really tired of losing friends and family. I want everyone here to live another 100 years, then pass peacefully in your sleep. That's an order.

(Yes, I'm throwing a temper tantrum. I'm really tired of bad news.)

Unlike the stereotypical Southern Lady of a Certain Age, I am not generally inclined to dig around in the dirt encouraging little things to grow. Don't get me wrong, I love a well landscaped and manicured lawn, but not at the risk of my personal manicure. After all, isn't that the reason God created muscular, good looking yard lads??? There is a ( Read more... )

O.K. So it's been forty-two forevers since I've made a real post. Don't know that this will be one either. What does it take to constitute a "real" post? Which way is up? Why is the sky blue ( Read more... )

This was the start of a heart-felt post that seems to have gotten "shelved" for some reason. Sounds like a good start, but I don't have the impetus to finish it. Read what's here, and look for what I will post soon ( Read more... )

Yeah, whatever. Things are running apace, and I have given up trying to keep up. Baronial Investiture is less than three weeks away, and not only has little gotten done, but I'm not sure we even know what needs to be done. I know that a lot of it, unfortunately, rests on TwinkleToes' shoulders, and he doesn't have time for day-to-day interaction ( Read more... )

7 lb. of pork roast (to augment +/- 15 lb. already prepped ( Read more... )

Don't tell a soul: We're having a secret Peer meeting at our house this weekend. Four Laurels and three Pelicans under one roof. What constitutes critical mass???

Don't hate us 'cause we're plotting (we're not), hate us 'cause we're gonna have FUN! Much food and shenanigans will ensue.

That phrase pretty much sums up my psyche. I do or don't do. No gray areas, not much moderation, all out or dead stop. The start/stop switch is hair-triggered, and operated by the strangest things ( Read more... )

O.K. So, it doesn't need to stop, but a slow-down would be much appreciated. I need three more hours in a day, one more day in a week, and a bevy of multi-talented cabana boys to do my bidding. If someone else would do the things I HAVE to do, I could do the things I WANT to do ( Read more... )

I was all but done with the Lion's Tourney feast Saturday night when it occurred that it will possibly be 3-4 years before I can cook a feast at "home" again. I suppose I could bitch my into doing one while I'm Baroness, and I won't say that I won't try it at some point, but it may be time for me to move on to a different type of art/service, and ( Read more... )