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Oh, I love Mandarin oranges too.Quote:
Originally posted by slick
MMMMMM the Chinese Mandarin oranges are out now at my local produce shop........I could eat a million of them.
Thanks for OJ. It's the middle of the afternoon here now and I need a "pick-me-up". Is there any mulled cider left??
Mulled cider it is!
Edwina's Secretary, maybe Eddie has met my Luke. He snores too! Loud!:D
AHAHAHAHAHQuote:
Originally posted by Edwina's Secretary
I'm sitting here all alone reading this. It is very dark out with yesterday's time change. I keep hearing this strange noise............................................. .......................................
It is Eddie snoring! When did that start???
OOOOOOHHHHH,
EEEEEEEEE.........
Are you S U R E it is Eddie??
Gosh, it is so hot here now, that mulled cider doesn't sound too good. But let me think on it.Quote:
Originally posted by momoffuzzyfaces
Gini I've just been serving apple cider. Any ideas?
:D
A suggestion for the DOTD...
Black Devil Cocktail
2 oz. Rum, 1/2 oz. Dry Vermouth
Shake with ice, Strain into a chilled cocktail glass, Garnish with a Black Olive
Wow, I go to California for a few days and you guys open the Thursday bar on Monday!
I'll go with a glass of OJ with a dash of Club Soda too. Suffering from jet lag from my trip. It only took me 27+ hours to get home by plane. Took 6 hours to get out of Orange County/John Wayne airport and we almost missed our flight. They cancelled it once only to call final boarding call. Made it to Phoenix by the skin of our teeth. Had to spend the night there (with no luggage) and finally got home this afternoon.
What a nightmare you folks have in California. We stayed with my sister in Orange and there is ash and smoke everywhere. It frightens me that there are so many people in danger!
Please join me in raising your glass to those folks who are trying desperately to stop the fire from spreading. I also ask that you join me in a prayer for those who have lost everything and for those who have lost this fight by losing their lives - due to the stupidity of another arsonist!
That makes me sooooo MAD! :mad:
I'll take a hot cider as our little goblins will be in the SNOW. Thats my scary story for this week. We must all be really pithic opening the bar on Monday. The snow is supposed to start on wed. afternoon. the high temps are supposed to be a whopping 15 then.. I'm not ready for the winter yet. It was 70 on Sunday. Mother nature must be going though menopuse too.
ooooooo - spooooooooooky! Got me in the Halloween spirit!
I'd like just the black olive; a whole mess of them in fact. Don't know how they will tast with cider though.Quote:
Originally posted by RICHARD
Garnish with a Black Olive
Thoughts and prayers for everyone in California. Those fires are more frightening than any ghost story. :eek:
Moff,Quote:
Originally posted by momoffuzzyfaces
I'd like just the black olive; a whole mess of them in fact. Don't know how they will tast with cider though.
Thoughts and prayers for everyone in California. Those fires are more frightening than any ghost story. :eek:
thanks for the thoughts......You would not believe the TV, Newspaper coverage.....I think we have lost over 1,000 home so far....Donuts????
We may put you to work for our breakfast detail!!
Bear Claws!!!!! ummmmmmm!
Olives for you!! DONE!
Corrina,
Trade you a cider for some cold weather???
Done!
Robin,
OJ w/soda......for a while OJ was a bad word out here, :eek: Hope you enjoyed your visit, come back when we are in better shape!!!!
Done!
A toast to everyone even remotely dealing with the fires out here!!!!
Eddie is determined to get me in the Halloween mood! I reached under my desk to change the diskette in my drive and felt something furry instead! Eddie's tail. Sigh.....
Ok so here's the thing. Every year I bring in tons of halloween candy for the pigs, ooops, I mean people at work. This year I only spent $40 on candy and brought it in this morning (1 1/2 hrs ago.) It's 1/4 gone already!!!! Sheesh.
MOFF: I'll take a hot cider and will join you in demolishing those olives.:) :)
Corinna: you're getting snow??? Hope we don't live close-by.
Each year I try to buy "good" candy for the kids. Well, I confess, it is usually stuff I love - like mini Babe Ruth's, M&Ms with peanuts, Snickers bars...........
When the kids (that I have never seen before in my life) show up at my door and realize I am giving away something good - they go around the corner - regroup - and come back for seconds.
Like I would not recognize the costumes. Nice try though:rolleyes:
Olives - any kind - black, green, Greek, bring them on - I will fight you for them.
It's too early to think about a drink!
I'm in "below the radar mode" here at work. This really cuts into my PT time. The company owner is not in the best of moods and the morale is getting ugly. I've taken a temporary pay cut (right after I buy a car - yikes). Richard - a DOTD please.
Quote:
Originally posted by gini
Each year I try to buy "good" candy for the kids. Well, I confess, it is usually stuff I love - like mini Babe Ruth's, M&Ms with peanuts, Snickers bars...........
When the kids (that I have never seen before in my life) show up at my door and realize I am giving away something good - they go around the corner - regroup - and come back for seconds.
Guilty as charged!!
Slick,
I get the "are you bringing in something???? could you get the Lady Godiva milk chocolate individually wrapped bite sized candy?"
I don't think so.....
Cider for you! Olives for Gini!
DONE!
Catland,
I know the feeling- I had just bought my first truck and we went on strike....it took me a year to get back on track......sheesh
Double for you!!
DONE!
Here's a shorter ghost story:
THE VISITOR
By Pamela Morrey
Amanda and David Trenby and their three children Marc, Emma and Penny had recently moved into a Victorian five bedroom cottage in the village of Oakley, North West of Oxford. David had recently taken up a partnership with a firm of solicitors in Oxford and this had initiated their move.
After the family had left for work and school Amanda decided to unpack the two remaining crates of crockery. Perhaps it would take her mind off the strange feeling of not being welcome in her new house. How could she possibly explain to the family how she felt? When they had all settled in so well.
She was awakened from her thoughts by a loud knock on the door. Leaving the unpacking, she answered the door to a young lady attired in old-fashioned dress. Young people these days do wear odd clothes, must be a neighbour calling to introduce herself; she thought. Without a second thought she had invited the visitor in – showing her into the lounge.
Amanda had a strange feeling that she was somewhat not in control of the situation. She was so eager to impart to the visitor intimate details and aspirations for the future – something she was not in the habit of doing. Eventually the young lady stood up and thanked Amanda for her hospitality and left.
The strangest thing was that Amanda no longer felt that the house rejected her, she had a feeling of being more than welcome which seemed to overwhelm her. What did perplex her, was how readily she had been to invite the visitor in, and her eagerness to talk about her family. But most of all, not once did she have any desire to question or to know the visitors name.
Life in the Trenby household settled down to normality, occasionally Amanda would think of the visitor, but then she would quickly dismiss it from her thoughts. A few weeks later David decided he would store a few unwanted possessions in the attic. Amanda and the children joined him and very soon they had found an old chest which contained a diary and photograph album. The album contained photographs of a young lady with a handsome young man; she was the girl who had visited Amanda a few weeks earlier. Amanda then decided to tell the family of the visit and how she had reacted to this strange visitor.
Upon reading the diary a very sad story emerged. The young lady was named Charlotte Ramsey, she had married Robert Ramsey in 1923 and had moved into the cottage with high hopes of having a family and sharing many years together. It was not to be, six months later Robert died of pneumonia - here the diary ended. Amanda had to know what had happened to Charlotte. On looking through church records she had found that Charlotte had died six months later, without child, from a broken heart.
Further enquiries revealed that the house had changed hands many times and that all previous owners had been childless. Amanda now knew why Charlotte had visited her, the house was now a home for a family with children which sadly was never to be for Charlotte and Robert. Thirty years had passed since the visit of Charlotte. There had been much laughter and a few tears over the years, but always Charlotte and Robert remained part of the family.
The End