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Post by Rob Allen on Nov 1, 2018 12:24:16 GMT -5
Took me a while to realize what you all were talking about - the conventional spelling is "hot toddy". en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hot_toddy"... typically a mixed drink made of liquor and water with honey (or, in some recipes, sugar), herbs (such as tea) and spices, and served hot."
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Post by Confessor on Nov 1, 2018 17:04:36 GMT -5
Took me a while to realize what you all were talking about - the conventional spelling is "hot toddy". en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hot_toddy"... typically a mixed drink made of liquor and water with honey (or, in some recipes, sugar), herbs (such as tea) and spices, and served hot." Yeah, I clocked that too. Thought "hottie tottie" was just the American name for a hot toddy. Certainly we've always called it a hot toddy over here in England. That said, it's something I tend to associate with Scotland. Hot totty is something else altogether.
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Post by adamwarlock2099 on Nov 2, 2018 10:01:42 GMT -5
Took me a while to realize what you all were talking about - the conventional spelling is "hot toddy". en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hot_toddy"... typically a mixed drink made of liquor and water with honey (or, in some recipes, sugar), herbs (such as tea) and spices, and served hot." Yeah hot toddy is actually what is said here. I had never heard of them before moving to the south myself. But that night I was cold, wet and intoxicated so I am going to use that as an excuse for botching that post.
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Post by beccabear67 on Nov 2, 2018 13:30:24 GMT -5
Our mostly English but also Dutch family always had hot buttered rum, sounds similar. I guess that makes me a Yankee? My great grandmother was born in the Northern U.S. (but on the other side we still have relatives who settled in California). We drank hot tea every day practically (I still do, Yorkshire or Tetley, rarely drink coffee), I'm sure someone working outside might add a drop of something to theirs.
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Post by Slam_Bradley on Nov 6, 2018 18:57:04 GMT -5
Youngest son got his acceptance letter from Boise State. Nine months until he flies the coop.
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Post by beccabear67 on Nov 6, 2018 21:22:44 GMT -5
Youngest son got his acceptance letter from Boise State. Nine months until he flies the coop. Kuna-gratulations! You must be Rigby proud. (attempt at Idahoan humor)
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Post by Prince Hal on Nov 7, 2018 20:42:18 GMT -5
Youngest son got his acceptance letter from Boise State. Nine months until he flies the coop. Also, nice job, Idaho voters, on the ACA vote.
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Post by Slam_Bradley on Nov 7, 2018 20:43:13 GMT -5
Youngest son got his acceptance letter from Boise State. Nine months until he flies the coop. Also, nice job, Idaho voters, on the ACA vote. About the only thing there was to be happy about in Idaho on Tuesday.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 8, 2018 13:35:29 GMT -5
Left Ear UpdateI don't need to wear my left hearing aid for most of the day and only with family and friends during the evening. Right now, with the left aid -- I have to turn up the hearing aid 2/3 of the way up and my other aid down a third a way to make it work for me. It's great for restaurants and social settings. I'll probably wear that about 3 out of 7 nights a week and for my club events that comes by on a monthly basis. I'll wear it when I visit my LCS on a monthly basis, movies, and walking around my neighborhood. Just got it operationable again after nearly 2 years of not wearing it. It will be another period of adjustments that I need to make and I haven't worn an aid for nearly 2 years in my left ear at all and I've wanted to ensure that my left ear is well protected and all that. At movies, I have to turn them down in my left aid a third and my right aid down by 2/3 to make it work for me. That's all for now. Happy to have my left ear working again ...
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Post by Slam_Bradley on Nov 11, 2018 21:44:27 GMT -5
In Flanders Fields the poppies blow Between the crosses row on row, That mark our place; and in the sky The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard amid the guns below. We are the dead; short days ago We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, Loved and were loved, and now we lie In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe! To you from failing hands we throw The torch; be yours to hold it high! If ye break faith with us who die We shall not sleep, though poppies grow In Flanders fields.
-John McCrea
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Post by Prince Hal on Nov 12, 2018 0:37:59 GMT -5
And may I add this poem on a day that the "president" refused to walk in the rain to honor the dead because it might mess his hair?
Dulce et Decorum Est
Bent double, like old beggars under sacks, Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge, Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs And towards our distant rest began to trudge. Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind; Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots Of tired, outstripped Five-Nines that dropped behind.
Gas! Gas! Quick, boys!—An ecstasy of fumbling, Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time; But someone still was yelling out and stumbling And flound’ring like a man in fire or lime... Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light, As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.
In all my dreams, before my helpless sight, He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.
If in some smothering dreams you too could pace Behind the wagon that we flung him in, And watch the white eyes writhing in his face, His hanging face, like a devil’s sick of sin; If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs, Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,— My friend, you would not tell with such high zest To children ardent for some desperate glory, The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est Pro patria mori.
--Wilfred Owen
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Post by beccabear67 on Nov 12, 2018 1:10:47 GMT -5
For the last two months I've had the strangest problem; I smell a sort of gasoline exhaust and burning plastic smell a lot of the time and there is nothing like that around to smell. It happens in all times and locations. I am actually going to go and get checked for a possible tumor of some sort after reading up about it. What triggered this may be I hit my head fairly badly before this started, or being exposed to really bad quality air a few times for days over the last couple years from fires. I'm a bit anxious about it but mainly getting pretty tired of it. I'm experiencing it right now and have been for the last number of hours. A very weird thing I have never experienced before. I'm glad it hasn't affected by appetite or taste at all.
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Post by Icctrombone on Nov 12, 2018 6:38:35 GMT -5
Yesterday I went to a place in NJ called Grounds for Sculpture , It's a large outdoor area that has many sculptures throughout the land. I happen to run into Prince Hal.
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Post by Prince Hal on Nov 12, 2018 11:50:53 GMT -5
Icctrombone, that was in my younger days, when I could ride a bike without wheezing.
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Post by The Captain on Nov 13, 2018 7:37:09 GMT -5
Feeling old today. I had to go into the Control Panel on my work laptop today and increase the magnification on the Display from Medium (125%) to Large (150%) because it's been getting harder and harder to read the smaller font size on the screen.
Bah.
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