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What Are You Doing This Weekend?
Come in, come in. Has it been a long day? TGIF and all that...care for a beverage?
Some will toil this weekend like the days of the week are identical. Lots and lots of folks. The highly unappreciated and indispensable workforce. Only good thing for some is to smile widely when getting the table of their choice with no wait on a Wednesday night.
Others will take a well deserved break and catch up on yard work, or paint the spare room. Clean the house, we should probably all do that. No. Forget I said that. Never clean the house if you're lucky enough to be off over the weekend. Save it for a lousy day when you want to wring someone's neck. Don't worry! You''ll be sanitizing the place all the time. Except on the weekends.
So! Going to the mall, the movies, the mountains? A themepark, a theatre, a treehouse? Say a roadtrip, a romance, a rodeo? Maybe just a sh*t, shower and shave.
Our worlds are so diverse, our lives entertwined. But only if we talk to each other. Maybe find out a thing or two about that avatar with a nickname you've been arguing with for hours. I hope I'm not being a pest with these posts. I know this is TPM and I love it for it's true nature. For all of you who pour your hearts into politics and then articulate your thoughts in interestingly different ways, I salute you. I read and learn from your posts. This little spot I encompass each evening is just meant to be friendly and warm. A place to catch your breath...and mine.
OK, so make me jealous. What are you doing this weekend?












Comments (79)
Good evening, Melissa. Don't apologize; I've come to love these threads. btw, what on earth was up with billy glad the other night? I was perusing your thread the next day and found his remark to be quite toxic.
Re the weekend query... I plan on doing some wine tasting/food pairing with my daughter. We were musing the other night about what varietals might go well with guacamole and devilled eggs (she makes killer both). Might also go see new documentary, "Up the Yangtzee".
How 'bout yourself??
July 12, 2008 12:22 AM | Reply | Permalink
ps.. Am majorly overdue for a roadtrip. And don't even get me thinking about romance. I fear I've burned through my quota of that for this lifetime.
Rodeo, on the other hand.... am always up for catching a round-up..
July 12, 2008 12:27 AM | Reply | Permalink
Wine tasting and deviled eggs with your daughter. I can't think of a better way to say "weekend".
Does she use sweet pickle relish in her eggs?
July 12, 2008 12:36 AM | Reply | Permalink
And Billy? His comment I found funny. The fact that he showed up, and felt the need to use his fingers in a response I found interesting.
July 12, 2008 12:39 AM | Reply | Permalink
At the great risk of talking to myself again, thanks, Aunt Sam! You rock.
July 12, 2008 12:42 AM | Reply | Permalink
Hey There! Always got your back! BG is just a boring and classless instigator. Really not all that bright, but desperately wants to 'be a part'. His ongoing negativity and personal put downs are rude and tiresome. I try to call him on it whenever I see it.
July 12, 2008 1:22 AM | Reply | Permalink
Yes she does - an ongoing bone of contention 'twixt us. ;-)
Have I mentioned previously that she's my only child -- and the love of my life?? I was, due to circumstances (wife had cancer), able to be a stay-at-home dad for her first years. I wish every man could be so blessed.
July 12, 2008 12:47 AM | Reply | Permalink
You don't like the relish? It would be far too bland without it. Relish and a dust of paprika. Oh, and not too much mustard.
Yours is a beautiful example of triumph over adversity. Enjoy those eggs. They're fleeting.
July 12, 2008 12:53 AM | Reply | Permalink
I prefer more of a savory taste - say, dill relish. But, my baby likes the sweetness - and she's the boss. FWIW, her recipe kicks ass; I just like to grumble.
Yours is a beautiful example of triumph over adversity.
Ya lost me there, MM. How so?
July 12, 2008 1:00 AM | Reply | Permalink
Your wife had cancer, necessitated the "stay at home Dad" circumstance for which you are grateful. Misunderstood?
July 12, 2008 1:27 AM | Reply | Permalink
Can't spell tonight. Yrros.
July 12, 2008 1:29 AM | Reply | Permalink
Ah! Got it - guess I'm prone to being dense. :-/
Wife survived, although ultimately the marriage failed. We remain closest of friends to this day, ironically enough; in many respects closer now than we ever were while 'legal'.
And, with daughter.... I hold even more 'daddy' cards than the norm. When she gives me gruff, I pointedly remind her that I changed her diaper some 10000 times -- and that she better not give me any shit as I've damn done my time there! Needless to say, her present boy (of whom both ex & self heartily approve) loves my approach -- did I mention my progeny is very strong, stubborn, and not at all afraid to speak her mind?? Yes, that's how we raised her..... Good thing she also inherited our uber-liberal values. :-)
July 12, 2008 1:41 AM | Reply | Permalink
She sounds wonderful. And very lucky to have such a great Daddy. Enjoy your weekend!
July 12, 2008 1:49 AM | Reply | Permalink
Ah, I understand. Especially about being closer now than...it's a confusing thing. Yet liberating.
Strong, stubborn and not afraid to speak her mind. Definitely my kinda gal.
July 12, 2008 1:59 AM | Reply | Permalink
Thanks, AuntSam.
And yes, Melissa... strengths indeed. My years of stay-at-home Dad served to propel me onto entirely divergent career path - went back to college and became an early childhood educator. Low pay; lower esteem. But integral work - particularly once I managed to hook-up with Head Start. I truly feel that that program represents the very best of our country's ideals.
An aside to Aubie: I, too, am a huge Mr. Loaf fan. :-)
July 12, 2008 2:10 AM | Reply | Permalink
I didn't pay attention when I should have. What you contribute is immeasurable, and you are owed a debt of gratitiude for putting others above yourself. Thank you.
July 12, 2008 4:35 AM | Reply | Permalink
Tomorrow, good friend and I are going on day trip 'out of country' to Yukon. Shopping and change of scenery. That is if weather permitting.
Sunday, going to try and not leave house all day as busy week ahead and I have to do some housework (hate it, but like clean place).
Anyway - what r you and yours doing?
July 12, 2008 1:26 AM | Reply | Permalink
I'll be working for a paycheck all weekend. Yours sounds wonderful. Are all of your Saturday's spent wandering?
July 12, 2008 1:33 AM | Reply | Permalink
I wish. Seldom, especially this time of year. Actually a day here and there are my vacations for awhile.
Sometimes, you just got to get of 'Dodge'.
It's normally a bee-u-tee-ful drive - but looks like it will be grey and moist tomorrow. Darn.
July 12, 2008 1:48 AM | Reply | Permalink
Yet, you'll still be "getting outta Dodge". Always a good thing that most don't recognize. Screw the rain. Then again? Embrace it - make it part of the whole experience.
July 12, 2008 2:11 AM | Reply | Permalink
On a hot summer night, would you offer your throat to the wolf with the red roses?
Will he offer me his mouth?
Yes!
Will he offer me his teeth?
Yes!
Will he offer me his jaws?
Yes!
Will he offer me his hunger?
Yes!
Again, will he offer me his hunger?
Yes!
And will he starve without me?
Yes!
And does he love me?
Yes.
Yes.
On a hot summer night would you offer your throat to the wolf with the red roses?
Yes!
I bet you say that to all the boys.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1fAPEUWowEc
July 12, 2008 1:45 AM | Reply | Permalink
Oh My God. I give up, you really ARE me.
July 12, 2008 1:54 AM | Reply | Permalink
You likey, dear?
July 12, 2008 1:56 AM | Reply | Permalink
Falling to the ground, unable to speak. How could you possibly know?
July 12, 2008 2:05 AM | Reply | Permalink
Lucky?
Gifted?
A kindred spirit?
The latter, most likely.
You took the words right out of my mouth
Oh, it must've been while you were kissing me!
July 12, 2008 2:12 AM | Reply | Permalink
Mellisa,
This weekend I definitely will be delivering lost airline luggage.
I might also have one of two clients write an offer on one or two $500K 4-plex investment properties here in San Diego.
I probably will write a blog or two somewhere, certainly on my own Blog, probably here.
Will visit with some San Fran friends who are in San Diego for the weekend.
Will smoke cigarettes and drink martinis, if I have the money.
Will read a ton of diverse stuff.
Will cook fab food, for me.
Will shave, at least once.
And will keep a close eye on your (sentimental) posts.
And will respond more frequently to them.
July 12, 2008 1:48 AM | Reply | Permalink
Will you thank the worker who makes all of the above (at least some of, OK) possible? They are there. At least smile.
Hope to see you again. I really look forward to it. 'Night
July 12, 2008 2:18 AM | Reply | Permalink
M,
I'm the worker.
F
July 12, 2008 3:02 AM | Reply | Permalink
Me, too. Would like more folks to say "thanks". Just as I thank you for what you do.
July 12, 2008 3:15 AM | Reply | Permalink
I'll be gone soon, 6:30 AM is right around the corner. Life calls. Sigh....probably have another 45 minutes in me. A rec. or two will keep this around; funny, I never give it a thought 'til I'm leaving. That's when I want to come back. Grab a nap and get right back into the casual. Just before the intense begins. How 'bout you?
July 12, 2008 1:50 AM | Reply | Permalink
But ... but ...
Baby we could talk all night ...
July 12, 2008 2:16 AM | Reply | Permalink
But that ain't gettin' us nowhere...
July 12, 2008 2:26 AM | Reply | Permalink
Guess I walked into that one, huh? ;-)
Did you check last night's thread today? I'm sorry I had to run off last night, but there were unavoidable circumstances. I checked back in this morning and had a brief conversation with wwstaebler.
Missed you, though.
July 12, 2008 2:42 AM | Reply | Permalink
I've given up on the nap, consuming major amounts of coffee. Please, still recommend if it suits you, I just hate to say goodbye.
July 12, 2008 4:39 AM | Reply | Permalink
I must rise in the morning and shuck, silk and cut corn from the cob for freezing. Then I must go to the grocery store and spend way more money than anyone should ever have to spend for groceries. Finally, a little R&R, as I have plans to join friends on the lake for a little boating and alcohol abuse.
Capping it all off, tomorrow night I'll sign on to TPM, find Melissa's thread and seduce her with my stupidity.
All in all, I've a balanced day planned!
July 12, 2008 2:01 AM | Reply | Permalink
None can be stupid like you can. At least, not to me. Can't wait to see you.
July 12, 2008 2:31 AM | Reply | Permalink
Um, thanks?
July 12, 2008 2:44 AM | Reply | Permalink
Stupid to me means being yourself, not trying to put on a face. It's saying what you mean, even if you didn't mean to. It's giving a sneak peak into yourself that you didn't mean to give. It's what I love about you. And so many others.
July 12, 2008 3:02 AM | Reply | Permalink
Me feel better now.
July 12, 2008 3:06 AM | Reply | Permalink
I've long felt this to be one of the most heartfelt love songs ever penned:
I was lost till you were found
But I never knew how far down
I was falling
Before I reached the bottom
I was cold and you were fire
And I never knew how the pyre
Could be burning
On the edge of the ice field
And the now chilly california wind
Is blowing down our bodies again
And were sinking deeper and deeper into the chilly california sand
Oh I know you belong inside my aching heart
And cant you see my faded levis bursting apart
And dont you hear me crying:
Oh babe, dont go
And dont you hear me screaming:
How was I to know?
Im in the middle of nowhere
Near the end of the line
But theres a border to somewhere waiting
And theres a tankful of time
Oh give me just another moment to see the light of the day
And take me to another land where I dont have to stay
And Im gonna need somebody to make me feel like you do
And I will receive somebody with open arms, open eyes,
Open up the sky and let the planet that I love shine through
For crying out loud
You know I love you
For crying out loud
You know I love you
For crying out loud
You know I love you
I was damned and you were saved
And I never knew how enslaved
I was kneeling
In the chains of my master
I could laugh but you could cry
And I never knew just how high
I was flying
Ah, with you right above me
Im in the middle of nowhere
Near the end of the line
But theres a border to somewhere waiting
And theres a tankful of time
Oh give me just another moment to see the light of the day
And take me to another land where I dont have to stay
And Im gonna need somebody to make me feel like you do
And I will receive somebody with open arms, open eyes,
Open up the sky and let the planet that I love shine through
For crying out loud
You know I love you
For crying out loud
You know I love your
For crying out loud
You know I love you
For taking in the rain when Im feeling so dry
For giving me the answers when Im asking you why
And my oh my
For that I thank you
For taking in the sun when Im feeling so cold
For giving me a child when my body is old
And dont you know
For that I need you
For coming to my room when you know Im alone
For finding me a highway and driving me home
And you gotta know
For that I serve you
For pulling me away when Im starting to fall
For revving me up when Im starting to stall
And all in all
For that I want you
For taking and for giving and for playing the game
For praying for my future in the days that remain
Oh lord
For that I hold you
Ah but most of all
For cryin out loud
For that I love you
Ah but most of all
For cryin out loud
For that I love you
Ah but most of all
For cryin out loud
For that I love you
When youre crying out loud
You know I love you
July 12, 2008 2:14 AM | Reply | Permalink
True dat!
"Bat Out of Hell" is a seriously underrated work of rock and roll art. Mr. Loaf, as Ms. Macklin referred to him, failed to get the acclaim that he deserved.
If it's any consolation, Meat, you're getting it here tonight!
July 12, 2008 2:21 AM | Reply | Permalink
Excuse me, it was you who referred to Meat as Mr. Loaf.
My apologies.
July 12, 2008 2:23 AM | Reply | Permalink
Indeed, twas me. I interviewed Meatloaf in Hollywood back in the day; he asked me to please refer to him thusly.
BTW, am huge RHPS fan. You?
July 12, 2008 2:30 AM | Reply | Permalink
RHPS??
Pardon my stupidity.
July 12, 2008 2:37 AM | Reply | Permalink
Were you --- are you --- a journalist? I worked for 12 years in newspapers before I decided I'd rather eat.
July 12, 2008 2:48 AM | Reply | Permalink
You're wonderful. And like Cowboy, seem to read my mind.
I treasure you for this.
July 12, 2008 2:37 AM | Reply | Permalink
Melisser?
We may make 50 again!
Yay, you!
July 12, 2008 2:50 AM | Reply | Permalink
This weekend? I do what I do every weekend.
July 12, 2008 3:25 AM | Reply | Permalink
Hi Lis, good to see you. What is it you do?
July 12, 2008 3:29 AM | Reply | Permalink
Let's all just agree to be dead in the later hours, shall we? But laugh at least once about it. Remember the things said, and read, that made staying up memorable. I will. Thanks to you all....
July 12, 2008 3:25 AM | Reply | Permalink
Fine, then, Malkin. Ignore me.
Heh.
July 12, 2008 3:28 AM | Reply | Permalink
I'm lost...
July 12, 2008 3:35 AM | Reply | Permalink
I arrived late. I'm amazed you're still up.
July 12, 2008 3:45 AM | Reply | Permalink
I feel like Joe Strummer, a White Man in Hammersmith Palais.
July 12, 2008 3:30 AM | Reply | Permalink
Oh, God. Here comes the Clash fetish again!
*Yawn!*
;-)
July 12, 2008 4:02 AM | Reply | Permalink
;) Be nice.
July 12, 2008 4:27 AM | Reply | Permalink
It's okay, sweets. I like your sofa.
July 12, 2008 3:43 AM | Reply | Permalink
I like you sharing it.
July 12, 2008 3:51 AM | Reply | Permalink
It's roomy, and it's tall enough that I have leg room.
Sofa's aren't usually this comfy for one 5 9.
July 12, 2008 3:54 AM | Reply | Permalink
Okay, here's what I do on the weekends: I read political posts here at TPM and then unwind with my TPM friends. And when I'm not doing that, I listen to the Clash and daydream about Paul Simonon.
And when I don't do that, I contribute to Obama.
And when I don't do that, I watch silly talking heads on Sunday morning while avoiding doing my laundry.
That's my weekend. In a nutshell.
Nice sofa, btw.
July 12, 2008 3:50 AM | Reply | Permalink
I invite you to unwind with a few of us later on. It's really a pretty cool place to be, I think you may like it. Just to relax, just to breathe. If for only one moment in time. Hope to share the moment with you, and be enriched by you-
July 12, 2008 4:01 AM | Reply | Permalink
Crossroads, seem to come and go.
The gypsy flies from coast to coast
Knowing many, loving none,
Bearing sorrow havin fun,
But back home hell always run
To sweet Melissa.
Freight train, each car looks the same.
And no one knows the gypsys name
No one hears his lonely sigh,
There are no blankets where he lies.
In all his deepest dreams the gypsy flies
With sweet Melissa.
Again the mornings come,
Again he's on the run,
Sunbeams shining through his hair,
Appearing not to have a care.
Well, pick up your gear and gypsy roll on.
Crossroads, will you ever let him go?
Will you hide the dead mans ghost,
Or will he lie, beneath the clay,
Or will his spirit roll away?
But I know that he won't stay
Without Melissa.
***
Don't let the bedbugs bite!
July 12, 2008 4:09 AM | Reply | Permalink
Staying up. You?
Anyone?
July 12, 2008 4:43 AM | Reply | Permalink
I's here.
You's here?
July 12, 2008 5:05 AM | Reply | Permalink
Yep. I'm gonna regret this in a few hours. But not now.
July 12, 2008 5:14 AM | Reply | Permalink
Guess you're gone...for now.
July 12, 2008 5:25 AM | Reply | Permalink
Thanks again, Cowboy, for making my day.
July 12, 2008 5:05 AM | Reply | Permalink
Melissa, I know of no one's day I'd rather make. I'm growing very fond of our meetings here. I enjoy so much sharing my stupidity with you.
July 12, 2008 5:07 AM | Reply | Permalink
Off to work I go! Have a great day, everyone. See 'ya later.
July 12, 2008 7:22 AM | Reply | Permalink
Today I am going to a birthaday party for all thepeople in the family that have a birthaday in July. There are quite a few of us.
Tomorrow I am doing voter registration in the bluest presinct in the bluest city in this red state to try and turn it blue this fall.
July 12, 2008 9:19 AM | Reply | Permalink
Happy birthday to all of you.
Sounds like you'll be working tomorrow, too. Just wish my job seemed alittle important compared to the one you'll be doing. Alas, nope.
July 12, 2008 6:21 PM | Reply | Permalink
Data recovery (a friend's hard drive died). Then I'm watching "Spirited Away" for the hundredth time. And beer.
July 12, 2008 10:49 AM | Reply | Permalink
Next time I have "technical difficulties", I'm calling you. Enjoy your show, sounds like a definite favorite. And your favorite beer - Cheers!
July 12, 2008 6:24 PM | Reply | Permalink
Hey Melissa:
How are you? Thanks for the drop by policy, which I value more every day. It was a brave thing you did -- emotionally risk-taking -- to put this down-time option out here, night after night, before the groundswell of the faithful grew.
And speaking of swelling -- please do feel free to have a laugh on me this evening, as I discover that it is hard to type while holding a pack of frozen rasberries on my face -- necessitated by the incredibly stupid blunder I made in the stable a while ago.
I was putting down new bedding in Everest's stall when I did a bad Roadrunner cartoon imitation; I was wrestling a bag of bedding that was too heavy for me onto the handtruck, which -- because I was careless -- promptly pivoted from the weight of the dropped bag so that the handle hit me in the nose, hard. Ouch. But this hurts my vanity more than anything, as I quite like my nose (which for good DNA reasons looks a lot like my avatar's). But it surely doesn't look at all like itself at the moment. (Never mind. I ask you, with appropriate shame -- can it really be more all-about- me?)
So, switching focus to your topic, and in immitation(sp?) of Garrison Keillor,I'd like to point out that it's been a powerful week, here, on "Lake" TPM. So I've been spending my weekend thinking.... thinking about what I've learned -- not only from you, but also from Aubie84, Coralsea, Ad-Absurdum (is that right? the guy with the wine glass and the dog?), Quinn, Jason Miller, LuxUltraDei (that's not right; damn- but I'm too lazy right now to look him up), Liam, Joe Perez, Clearthinker,Raider99, Ripper and, of course, Jade, Elizabeth2, Tena, CarolBG and Aunt Sam....and where, by the way, were KateO, Deannie Mills, LisB and TheraP???? But also I've learned a lot -- and this is important -- from the people who raise my blood pressure while still having something to say. (I won't list them, because that falls into negative namedropping, if not name-calling.)
Sorry, just took a little time out here to go look in the mirror and it's not a pretty picture; oh well.
Here's the bottom line: my life is enriched by learning, and y'all never stop pointing out something I never considered, by framing an argument from a perspective I would never have seen. So I thank you -- all of you..... even those of you who drive me up the wall with your unnnecessary namecalling and use of certain words (how do you spell c***t?) that offend as they discourage discourse.
Speaking of which, there is a fine thread about Obama as he may, or may not, resemble Tony Blair. Do read it before it disappears. Now that's debate, in its best form.
July 12, 2008 9:49 PM | Reply | Permalink
Bummer to hear about your nose mishap, ww; healing thoughts sent your way.
What, pray tell, have I written that managed to "learn" you about something?? I find my postings here rather trite and juvenile, for the most part. But thank you for writing that; I'm always up for an ego boost. ;-)
July 12, 2008 10:49 PM | Reply | Permalink
Coralsea: I've moved through life -- wherever I've been -- with my southern mother's mantra of keeping it relatively "light and bright." That cover's been useful to me, as I've been reluctant to reveal the darker side of things I experienced along the way -- other than a hurricane -- that frightened me to the core. That's why your straightforward description of being a husband to a wife with cancer, and your description of your life now as a single dad -- a dad who obviously loves and takes great pride is his daughter -- not only touched me, but taught me a thing or two about the value of candor as compared to cover. I thank you for it.
By the way, deviled eggs are great with all of the above and/or an added dash of curry and a tsp. of white Balsemic vinegar.
July 13, 2008 12:13 AM | Reply | Permalink
Good Grief, Everest's mom! Are you really alright? I cannot imagine most, if any, people posting the way you just did under ideal circumstances. With a possibly broken nose? Totally amazing.
Seriously, will you let me know that you are alright? I am worried...
July 12, 2008 11:08 PM | Reply | Permalink
Melissa --
Thank you for your concern, which really does mean a lot to me. I'm O.K., will be fine and I'll soon be off to bed. Endlessly on again/off again spouse (another story) is now home and just very kindly provided a tall glass of good wine. You could probably use the same -- the good wine that is, not the enigmatic spouse. I'll check in tomorrow to see what I missed. Good night and sweet dreams.
July 13, 2008 12:24 AM | Reply | Permalink
Yo' momma, that's what!
July 12, 2008 11:24 PM | Reply | Permalink
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