Well, when are you going to post them?

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We had fun, too. But we don't have pictures.

But we bought 2 cases (a total of 48 bottles) of bungabeer.

As soon as we succeed in getting them off the camera phone.

The one of me was best, but Neaksis and Mom were pretty cool, too.

Shoot, with 48 bottles of beer, you don't NEED pictures, since you wouldn't be able to see them anyway. <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/rolleyes.gif" alt="" />

I can't post any of mine until I re-charge the battery so they can be sent to somebody's computer. Tomorrow Neak can talk me through it, but America's Funniest Home Videos is over, and I'm on my way home to slip into something a little more comfortable...

a coma. <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/grin.gif" alt="" />

t&l

It's non-alcoholic....if you drank it all, the only reaon you couldn't see the pictures would be because you were in the bathroom/restroom/loo/wc/lav/potty/head/latrine/down the hall.

Still no pix in my email box. *pout*

YES, PICTURES !!!

WE WANT PICTURES !

We also want the pie story. I won't ask again though, I'm trying to be more polite. I'll just leave this innocent comment about it without asking, pleading, or begging.

Neak, hows the truck driver doing?
And just as important, how's his W, and family getting along?

I would really like to know.

Rella,
That's a lot of candy. You sound like me, I get some, and I eat a little a few times a week. Drives my kids nuts, they want to eat it all NOW!

SS

Once upon a time, there was a husband and wife. They loved each other and wanted to do nice things for each other.

One day they were shopping in a store, a Stupor Sentre. As they cruised up and down the produce aisles, the husband, we'll call him CJ, paused to admire a froaen coconut creme pie. All ready to eat, just thaw and serve. Not wanting to spend the $4-5 to purchase it, CJ bravely wiped the drool from his chin and went on, forgetting all about his dreams of white fluffy coconutness.

His wife, we'll call her Sneak, did not forget. The next time Sneak returned to the Stupor Sentre, she decided to reward CJ for his hard work, and purchase the pie to surprise him.

Well, he was surprised before it was all over.

The first several servings went well. CJ had a couple of pieces, and so did Crandpa. After the children went to bed, Sneak went out to get herself a piece. With gentle precision, she carved out a wedge, not too large, not too small. Steady-handed, she transferred it to a plate, mouth watering genteelly. There was still a half-pie remaining.

Sneak frowned with concern as she carried the pie back to the refrigerator. The lid did not snap on, as one would expect for a pie costing more than $4. She splayed her fingers to hold the dish more securely, so as not to drop it while she opened the magnetically latched do.........

[color:"red"]SPLAT!!!!!!!! [/color]

Who would have thought whipped cream could be so heavy? It did not tumble at all; it simply turned upside-down and dropped like a stone, landing just inside the door of the refrigerator.

Like a white swell of pounding surf, the majority of the whipped cream rolled underneath the vegetable drawer. The custard broke the fall for the crust, which was cracked but relatively intact.

At least until Sneak scooped it up the best she could, and placed it back in the pie tin. All of the custard was still good, and she was even able to salvage a small portion of whipped cream. The shriveled, tufted heap reminded for an odd moment of her brother Lard's early taxidermy effort, "Study Model of a Mouse".

Love is nothing if not sacrificial, so with the barest sigh, Sneak wrapped up the perfect, majestic piece of pie, ready for when CJ asked for it at lunchtime the next day.

She told him what had happened, though not that the "one good piece" remaining was to have been her own.

The next day after lunch, CJ asked for another helping of pie, and duly received and consumed that one piece.

That should have been the end of the story. But no.

After supper, CJ felt a yearning, for just one more piece of that scrum-diddly-umptious coconut cream pie, and asked Sneak if she would bring it to him. She cautioned him, reminding him that the portion that was left, about one third of a pie worth, was substandard.

CJ didn't care. Coconut pie he wanted, and coconut pie he would have.

Words fail. It really is kindest to draw a veil over the next few moments, as Sneak took the pie out of the refrigerator, taking extra care to be mindful of the lid's inability to fasten properly.

A shriek - or was it a bellow? - a snarl, a hiss, and a sobbing moan later, Sneak bent over the now-familiar crust, hoping she would at least be able to salvage enough off the floor for a single piece.

It took some careful molding, but she pulled it off. There was even a single tiny dab of whipped cream, about the size of a soy bean, perched jauntily atop the swirling mass.

As Sneak stared at it with glazed eyes, her sister, Sneaksis, took pity on her. "Here, I'll take that to CJ for you. You look too guilty."

A few minutes later, CJ called Sneak aside. "I certainly was surprised that Sneaksis brought me the pie. That was very nice of her!"

Sneak smiled weakly and said nothing.

Who would have thought an emotional need for coconut cream pie would be so hard to meet?

Only an author -

It was worth waiting for.

The agony, and the ecstasy - only without the ecstasy. <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/crazy.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/crazy.gif" alt="" />

Sorry Neak. Should I send you another $5 ??

Just so you know, I clean it up as best I can, and eat it too. Sometimes it's hard.

I didn't know if I should laugh, or cry. Always the sign of a good story.

SS

Hope that CJ never reads here and find out all the places the pie hit before it hit his mouth.

By Neaksis' party on Friday, it had become only funny to me.

'CJ' had enough ecstasy for all of us. But he said next time I could get a banana cream pie if I wanted. <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/pfft.gif" alt="" /> Blech. Besides, a banana cream pie is not nearly as sturdy as the coconut. <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/eek.gif" alt="" />

It's kind of funny, but after spending my growing up years camping all over the country, I would not be able to bring myself to throw something away just because part of it fell on the floor. Well, except maybe soup. ("That's all right kids - here's a straw for each of you. Hurry now, while it's still hot...") Bwaaaaaa!!!!

Mom is going to try and send me the pix again tonight. She just hasn't been able to get it to send yet.

Tomorrow I am leaving town with the truck driver. This time I will have internet access, and possibly even a short while here and there to use it. Neaksis will stay with the 4 school children and Grandpa, while I take the 2 home school problem children. (Tasmanian Devil Chile, as Melody Lane says.) The dog will come home, but has been living it up in the meanwhile, now somewhere in WA along 97.

As to how he/we are doing, the short version of a complicated answer is pretty well overall. He has been frustrated lately that I'm not doing better, ie I still have trouble stringing my thoughts together and remembering to do things on a frequent basis, I am frustrated by my forgetfulness, extreme startle-ability (ask Neaksis), and so on, even though I am worlds better than I was last year or even last month. As I told him, sometimes I actually recognize myself again, the happy joyous person I used to be. I think he feels that since he has tried so hard (and he has!), that it should all be over with. It seems to be for him, I am not there yet.

Just think how long the long answer would have been. <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/rolleyes.gif" alt="" />

In other news, the septic people are starting work today, and our gate will get fixed tomorrow or the next day. HOORAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

B - ROFL!!!!!!!!

CJ had to suspect something....he knows we still have several 'pieces' of 'pie' left, he sends me out to the kitchen to get some, hears a crash and a yell, and then some while later gets this dilapidated pile of pudding and crushed crusts, hand-delivered to him by a smirking Neaksis, and then had me tell him sadly there was no more pie left.

I satisfied (in my own mind) the PORH by letting A....I mean CJ know that the story was on here. If he doesn't make time to read it, well that's not my fault, is it??? Lol.

We're going camping in 2 weeks. I'm going to have to inspect closely any food he so kindly brings me. <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/grin.gif" alt="" />

"It's payback, Baby!"

So, did the pie hit the floor or bottom of the frig once or twice?

1x bottom of fridge

1x floor

Bless your heart, I suggest you buy another pie sometime soon. And be sure you get some.

I did get one piece, between disaster #1 and #2.

I would have gotten another one already, but since he wants banana next, I am hoping that I go in there when they are all out of banana and only have coconut left. "Aw shucks, it was all they had, Dear. I know how much you wanted the banana, too."

HP is very fond of playing computer word games with me. I don't know exactly why. Maybe because he not only gets to look over my shoulder and tell me what to do without my complaining about it, but I actually do what he says...who knows? But he's been playing TextTwist with me for months now, and we have a good time without any of that uncomfortable personal interaction stuff! <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/eek.gif" alt="" /> A couple of weeks ago, I introduced him to Bookworm (also on games.yahoo.com, in case somebody's looking for a new way to waste their time!), and he took to it immediately. The first game we played together, we went 13 levels higher than I'd ever done on my own before burning up the library.

Yesterday I had a whole bunch of stuff planned to do, but he decided to keep his sore throat home sick, and we spent an inordinate amount of time playing Bookworm. In the process, I noticed something extremely interesting. Our game playing is the perfect metaphor for our marriage. Over and over, we will select the very same set of letters at the very same time--only he'll read them from one end, and I'll read them from the other. (Examples: sward/draws; spot/tops; emir/rime, etc.) In so many life situations, we do the same thing--looking at the same set of events and circumstances, but coming up with the opposite conclusions or solutions. It was just weird to see this dynamic play itself out in a game, without any conscious decision to make it that way. The Odd Couple...<img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/grin.gif" alt="" />

t&l

that big wet SPLAT you all heard against the screen was the coffee I snorted through my nose as I fell off my chair laughing about the pie!! lol <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/grin.gif" alt="" />

Rather ro-man-tic though!! <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/pfft.gif" alt="" />

So glad you are feeling great neak and getting better every day!!

hi SS & rella & tl hope you guys are all doing well.

me I'm happy as .... cause <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/tongue.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/grin.gif" alt="" />

Neaksis - call your photo lady.

You know T&L,
I was talking with my W one day, and expressing how different we were, and how it drove me crazy.

She seemed unmoved by my rant.

After a while, she winked at me, and she said "I thought you LIKED the differences."

It stopped me cold, and I haven't complained since. Maybe we are different for a reason. I know it drives me nuts, but maybe it's supposed to be.

You've probably already thought of that, but I needed to exercise my fingers.

Neak,
Have a fun trip. Or at least enjoy the change. You know what they say about change.......... anyway.

I think he feels that since he has tried so hard (and he has!), that it should all be over with. It seems to be for him, I am not there yet.

Says a lot. We'll keep praying. You keep trying.

HI Beliver. Hope you guys aren't too busy with injured people coming back from Afghanistan.

AW,
you do seem happy most of the time. Good for you. I'm sure Mikey makes sure you get plenty of exercise, so I won't encourage you on that one.
Hope the next news about Aussie is good news.

Neaksis,
I'd tell you to have fun these next few days, but I don't want to be accused of being sarcastic.
In your case, I don't believe a change will be even close to as "good as a rest." I'm sure you'll make the best of it though.

SS