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Current Events => The DUmpster => Topic started by: franksolich on August 15, 2010, 08:07:46 PM
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http://www.democraticunderground.com/discuss/duboard.php?az=view_all&address=236x80015
Oh my.
The "backstory" on this is that some weeks ago, Mrs. Alfred Packer "won" a $100 gift certificate on some cooking and baking forum. She dithered around, trying to decide whether to buy one large expensive item (such as a pressure cooker), or several small items.
Mrs. Alfred Packer works in the kitchen at the local nursing home down there in northeastern Oklahoma, but hippyhubby Wild Bill takes her weekly paycheck away from her, in exchange giving Mrs. Alfred Packer an "allowance" of ten dollars per week. Paid with a counterfeit $10 bill.
So this prize was a big deal to Mrs. Alfred Packer, who at the time unwittingly revealed her bigotry and racism--she's a rabid xenophobic sinophobe; doesn't like yellow people and their products--by insisting she would not buy anything made in the socialist paradise of the workers and peasants with free medical care for all, Red China.
Mrs. Alfred Packer ended up buying a bunch of "saute" pans.
hippywife (1000+ posts) Sun Aug-15-10 06:19 PM
MRS. ALFRED PACKER
HAS NOT YET DONATED TO THE 3rd QUARTER FUND DRIVE FOR SKINS'S ISLAND!!!
Original message
Tonight I use my saute pan for the first time.
Chicken piccata with steamed broccoli!
I'm allowing my chicken breasts to lose a little of the chill from the fridge and my bread dough to rise at the moment.
It's taken me some time to convince Bill that this is not an everyday pan. He's been wanting me to fry burgers or make sloppy joes in it.
The hippyhubby Wild Bill probably wants Mrs. Alfred Packer to cook some homo sapiens steak on it too.
Phentex (1000+ posts) Sun Aug-15-10 07:33 PM
Response to Original message
1. YAY!
Let us know how you like it.
hippywife (1000+ posts) Sun Aug-15-10 08:19 PM
MRS. ALFRED PACKER
HAS NOT YET DONATED TO THE 3rd QUARTER FUND DRIVE FOR SKINS'S ISLAND!!!
Response to Reply #1
2. OMG! Dinner was soooooo delicious!
Made more so by having the right pan for the job. It made it so much easier than it would have otherwise been with just my regular skillet.
I ended up getting too excited and threw part of the butter into the sauce before I had reduced it. That was okay, I let it get a little golden and added the rest. I removed the chicken from the oven and put it back in the pan and tossed in the capellini I had cooked and drained to absorb some of the sauce. It all tasted so wonderful! Bill loved it, too. And there are tons of leftovers for the next couple of nights.
I love my new pan!
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http://www.democraticunderground.com/discuss/duboard.php?az=view_all&address=236x80015
Oh my.
The "backstory" on this is that some weeks ago, Mrs. Alfred Packer "won" a $100 gift certificate on some cooking and baking forum. She dithered around, trying to decide whether to buy one large expensive item (such as a pressure cooker), or several small items.
Mrs. Alfred Packer works in the kitchen at the local nursing home down there in northeastern Oklahoma, but hippyhubby Wild Bill takes her weekly paycheck away from her, in exchange giving Mrs. Alfred Packer an "allowance" of ten dollars per week. Paid with a counterfeit $10 bill.
So this prize was a big deal to Mrs. Alfred Packer, who at the time unwittingly revealed her bigotry and racism--she's a rabid xenophobic sinophobe; doesn't like yellow people and their products--by insisting she would not buy anything made in the socialist paradise of the workers and peasants with free medical care for all, Red China.
Mrs. Alfred Packer ended up buying a bunch of "saute" pans.
The hippyhubby Wild Bill probably wants Mrs. Alfred Packer to cook some homo sapiens steak on it too.
Did she buy several saute pans or just one?
With a $100 gift certificate, I'm going to look for something, or somethings, I can't find anywhere else, at a much lower price, and that I really really reallllly want.
If she's been coveting a $100 pan, she won the GC, she should have it and enjoy it.
I can't imagine having to turn over my paycheck to M and only getting $10 of it back....or have to ask "permission" to spend money. At most, I might mention, "this _____ is on my "to get" list, when I have the cash paper money".
Bless her heart....I hope she loves the jerk. :whatever:
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Did she buy several saute pans or just one?
With a $100 gift certificate, I'm going to look for something, or somethings, I can't find anywhere else, at a much lower price, and that I really really reallllly want.
If she's been coveting a $100 pan, she won the GC, she should have it and enjoy it.
I can't imagine having to turn over my paycheck to M and only getting $10 of it back....or have to ask "permission" to spend money. At most, I might mention, "this _____ is on my "to get" list, when I have the cash paper money".
Bless her heart....I hope she loves the jerk. :whatever:
If I tried that with 'Toots", they could make a new movie of, "I Was Married to an Axe Murderer"!
ETA:
A good saute pan can cost bookoo bucks, so it was probably just the one! I too, hope she enjoys it! With her, it's probly better than sex with hubby!
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With her, it's probly better than sex with hubby!
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If I tried that with 'Toots", they could make a new movie of, "I Was Married to an Axe Murderer"!
ETA:
A good saute pan can cost bookoo bucks, so it was probably just the one! I too, hope she enjoys it! With her, it's probly better than sex with hubby!
I think Toots and I think a lot alike .... :-)
I happen to be a fan of Calphalon pots and pans, and understand the "need" for good pans. I prefer to find my "add-ons" at Tuesday Morning( great place for expensive single pots or pans at half or more reg price), or Ross's or super-sale, rather than pay cooking store or department store prices. If the only way I could get one was on a $100 GC in an over-priced store....then I'd be blowing the whole thing on one pan too!
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I can't imagine having to turn over my paycheck to M and only getting $10 of it back....or have to ask "permission" to spend money. At most, I might mention, "this _____ is on my "to get" list, when I have the cash paper money".
Bless her heart....I hope she loves the jerk. :whatever:
I would let her have at least $25 of each check....... :lmao:
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I would let her have at least $25 of each check....... :lmao:
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Oh I love capers!
And OMG she actually hands over her check and gets an allowance? so called "progressive" men seem awfully demeaning, domineering and downright sexist. I'll be darned if I'm going to be put on an allowance like a child, and like any other woman I just buy what I need and let hubby know later. I have to figure out how to tell him about the new handbag coming this week, and the new hair extensions I bought today LOL.
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The ten bucks is for the weekly encounter in bed. :rotf:
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The ten bucks is for the weekly encounter in bed. :rotf:
OMG! :lmao:
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And OMG she actually hands over her check and gets an allowance? so called "progressive" men seem awfully demeaning, domineering and downright sexist. I'll be darned if I'm going to be put on an allowance like a child, and like any other woman I just buy what I need and let hubby know later. I have to figure out how to tell him about the new handbag coming this week, and the new hair extensions I bought today LOL.
As the late lamented Tangerine LaBamba reminded us during her all-too-short-time here, Mrs. Alfred Packer is obviously not married to a gentleman.
Wild Bill totally dominates her.
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As the late lamented Tangerine LaBamba reminded us during her all-too-short-time here, Mrs. Alfred Packer is obviously not married to a gentleman.
Wild Bill totally dominates her.
That's kind of sad. I can be pretty cheap and not buy many frivolous things, but everybody has to buy things now and then that are frivolous and shouldn't have to answer to anyone.
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As the late lamented Tangerine LaBamba reminded us during her all-too-short-time here, Mrs. Alfred Packer is obviously not married to a gentleman.
Wild Bill totally dominates her.
Wild bill, totally needs his ass kicked!
That's not how ya treat yer lady! Fer cryin' out loud, I'm in my fifties yet still enjoy a roll in the hay! Ya treat your honey like that and the rollin' is goin' to get few and far between!
Me, I give 'er anythin' she wants!
I get extras that way! Wink, wink!
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Wild bill, totally needs his ass kicked!
That's not how ya treat yer lady! Fer cryin' out loud, I'm in my fifties yet still enjoy a roll in the hay! Ya treat your honey like that and the rollin' is goin' to get few and far between!
Me, I give 'er anythin' she wants!
I get extras that way! Wink, wink!
What makes you think he asks first?
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What makes you think he asks first?
:bolt:
:exactly: :lmao: :lmao:
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What makes you think he asks first?
He sounds like the typical DUmmie.
Just takes what he wants and never says thank you for it, because it is "expected" from everyone else.
May his demise be as glorious as it it would be brief.
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When the primitives posted photographs of their weddings last week--the thread's here in the DUmpster, somewhere--I noticed with particular interest the picture of Mrs. Alfred Packer getting hitched to Wild Bill, in 1997.
This year was the Packers' 13th wedding anniversary.
Mrs. Alfred Packer got married at the age of 38 years.
Three years ago, I had seen a then-current photograph of Mrs. Alfred Packer, posted by her self on Skins's island, in which she was riding some sort of farming implement from the 1920s or something.
When it comes to internet safety, Mrs. Alfred Packer does it right, and deserves commendation for that; the photograph showed her in a far distance, her features indistinct, betraying only that she was (is) a, uh, "big-boned" woman with white, or grey-white hair.
This was when franksolich still had a Great Reservoir of respect and admiration for the hippywife primitive, and some here might recall that I called her "Grandma" during those days of delusion.
I thought she was just a, uh, "big-boned" old woman, circa her late 60s.
When Grandma publicly alleged her age on Skins's island, I thought "no way," because of that photograph; her alleged age made her one of the young 'uns in the cooking and baking forum (one can't think of any primitive younger than her, in that forum). The defrocked warped primitive, for example, could have been her babysitter, and the "elleng" primitive could've been her mother, almost her grandmother.
So franksolich has always had a problem, reconciling the 52-year-old Mrs. Alfred Packer with that squat babushka sitting atop that Calvin-Coolidge-era farming implement.
When Mrs. Alfred Packer posted the photograph from her wedding (in 1997, remember), that one showed a woman one could reasonably assume was, well, 38 years old.
That second photograph cleared up the mystery, this contradiction between a 38-year-old-looking woman, and an upside-down paper automotive oil-filter sitting atop a tractor-towed rake, or whatever that piece of equipment was.
Marriage has not been kind to Mrs. Alfred Packer; she aged rather, uh, quickly.
Life with hippyhubby Wild Bill has obviously been no bed of roses.
The late lamented Tangerine LaBamba had hinted at that during her surprise Christmas visit here, but alas franksolich had not been paying much attention at the time she illuminated us about the beings and natures of various primitives; although a resident of Skins's island, the late lamented Tangerine LaBamba disliked the same primitives decent and civilized people dislike, which says something for her impeccable good taste.
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I'm actually kind of feeling sorry now for hippywife.
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I'm actually kind of feeling sorry now for hippywife.
I am too.
At 38, she looked like a 38 yo woman, at 48...she looks 60? I'm not sure what 60 is supposed to look like, though I guess I will find out in 2 years....but I can guarantee, the hair isn't going to be white!!
Maybe the Jerk won't let her color her hair, or she could be one of those women who grayed very early and colored it until she got with him? My son's kindgergarten teacher's hair was totally white, with bits of darker gray before she was 30, and it was stunningly attractive on her, as it is on many women, and men. From Frank's description of her, it doesn't sound like it was attractive.
I didn't realize that she was so young. I don't understand why she would stay with someone who treats her so awful.
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Just a reminder to all that there are several things that can bring on premature aging.
Stress is one but so is overindulgence in certain chemical substances.
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I didn't realize that she was so young. I don't understand why she would stay with someone who treats her so awful.
I think the answer is fairly simple, deb...
The primitive revels in misery and pain, without which he/she/it feels isolated and shiftless, bereft of purpose, you might say.
Happiness to the primitive is as foreign and repulsive a concept as dining on a roasted cat. Oh wait...one of them tried that, huh?
Never mind.
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I think the answer is fairly simple, deb...
The primitive revels in misery and pain, without which he/she/it feels isolated and shiftless, bereft of purpose, you might say.
Happiness to the primitive is as foreign and repulsive a concept as dining on a roasted cat. Oh wait...one of them tried that, huh?
Never mind.
I know.
I also know that regardless of political party...there are a lot of women out there who think they don't deserve any better. They stay, and they make sure everyone around them is just as miserable as they are. I've known several over the years....
Even though I know it has something to do with their own psyche....I don't understand the "need" it seems to fulfill in these women.
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I think that Frank took some literary license when he told you all that Bill gives Hippywife a counterfeit $10 bill, while confiscating her paycheck. I think.
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I am too.
At 38, she looked like a 38 yo woman, at 48...she looks 60? I'm not sure what 60 is supposed to look like, though I guess I will find out in 2 years....but I can guarantee, the hair isn't going to be white!!
Maybe the Jerk won't let her color her hair, or she could be one of those women who grayed very early and colored it until she got with him? My son's kindgergarten teacher's hair was totally white, with bits of darker gray before she was 30, and it was stunningly attractive on her, as it is on many women, and men. From Frank's description of her, it doesn't sound like it was attractive.
I didn't realize that she was so young. I don't understand why she would stay with someone who treats her so awful.
Her confidence level must be close to zero, it's sad that there are women out there who feel they need to constantly give in to the demands of controlling men, by doing so they lose a piece of themselves. I just washed the hair extensions I bought yesterday and told hubby to let them dry in the basement and not touch them, he said OK but didn't ask where the heck they came from..........YET LOL.
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I know.
I also know that regardless of political party...there are a lot of women out there who think they don't deserve any better. They stay, and they make sure everyone around them is just as miserable as they are. I've known several over the years....
Even though I know it has something to do with their own psyche....I don't understand the "need" it seems to fulfill in these women.
I do wonder if party can fully be put aside when it comes to issues like this? I know the same thing can happen to Republican women, but Democrats tend to wallow in misery and have the woe is me attitude constantly, they're never happy, and you have to wonder if the Democratic Party is just a reflection of their followers. Before girls even start venturing into the dating world they really do need to make sure they have self esteem, and as women they need to realize that some things can be compromised on, but there are things that can't, and if a man tries to demean you that's a sign right there to get the heck out. I'm stubborn, strong-willed and opinionated, and I'm glad I found someone who loves that about me, and he's stubborn and strong-willed too and I love that about him, and neither of us tries to take that away from the other.
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I think that Frank took some literary license when he told you all that Bill gives Hippywife a counterfeit $10 bill, while confiscating her paycheck.
I think.
Of course it's poetic license, or exaggeration, madam, just as the part in Christmas with Grandma, where it's mentioned Wild Bill keeps her shoes locked up, so she can't run away.
The point being in actual fact that Mrs. Alfred Packer is no "liberated" woman.
Of course, she's also a prisoner of her own bigotry and intolerance, which keep her down more firmly than a domineering husband could. Note, please, that Mrs. Alfred Packer is surrounded by hordes of wonderful people, remarkable people, decent and civilized people, the strong stalwart good-hearted people of northeastern Oklahoma, but she loathes them.
One wonders how many times the hand of friendship has been offered to Mrs. Alfred Packer, and she bit it.
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Thanks to Frank, I picture Hippywife's husband in lipstick, wearing a suit made from the skins on plus sized women, looking at himself in the mirror and saying seductively, "I would f*ck me". :thatsright:
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Thanks to Frank, I picture Hippywife's husband in lipstick, wearing a suit made from the skins on plus sized women, looking at himself in the mirror and saying seductively, "I would f*ck me". :thatsright:
Actually, sir, Mrs. Alfred Packer posted a photograph of hippyhubby Wild Bill a week or ten days ago, and Wild Bill looks like an old hippie, pretty much the way I always saw him.
I'm now wondering if hippyhubby Wild Bill might not be illiterate, too.
Remember, Mrs. Alfred Packer and Wild Bill don't "do Christmas," on the insistence of the domineering misanthrope Wild Bill (where in the civilized world is there a woman who doesn't like to do Christmas?).
The hippycouple instead spent last Christmas listening to a "talking book" from a program on National Public Radio.
It seems to me only two sorts of people would use "talking books."
The blind, and the illiterate.
It's reasonable to assume that Wild Bill isn't blind, so.....
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Actually, sir, Mrs. Alfred Packer posted a photograph of hippyhubby Wild Bill a week or ten days ago, and Wild Bill looks like an old hippie, pretty much the way I always saw him.
I'm now wondering if hippyhubby Wild Bill might not be illiterate, too.
Remember, Mrs. Alfred Packer and Wild Bill don't "do Christmas," on the insistence of the domineering misanthrope Wild Bill (where in the civilized world is there a woman who doesn't like to do Christmas?).
The hippycouple instead spent last Christmas listening to a "talking book" from a program on National Public Radio.
It seems to me only two sorts of people would use "talking books."
The blind, and the illiterate.
It's reasonable to assume that Wild Bill isn't blind, so.....
This just keeps getting sadder and sadder, they don't celebrate Christmas? :(
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This just keeps getting sadder and sadder, they don't celebrate Christmas? :(
No way.
You, madam, apparently never read Christmas at Grandma's.
http://www.conservativecave.com/index.php/topic,38146.0
This story was from last December, and was just a rough draft; the late lamented Tangerine LaBamba had inspired me to write it, and I had just sent her this first draft for her professional opinion (for considerable revision and much polishing), when alas the late lamented Tangerine LaBamba departed this time and place, for the Eternal One.
The late lamented Tangerine LaBamba and franksolich got the same idea at the same time, when around Thanksgiving 2009, Mrs. Alfred Packer (at the time still "Grandma," as at the time franksolich still thought the "hippywife" primitive a peach of a banana, thought the world of her), started sounding a little bit too defensive about not doing Christmas.
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This just keeps getting sadder and sadder, they don't celebrate Christmas? :(
For your further illumination, madam, these were other observations of Mrs. Alfred Packer, by the prescient Tangerine LaBamba:
Hippywife. She needs to have her hands duct-taped behind her back while she's forced to watch the destruction of her keyboard and the donation of her computer to a good charity, something having to do with homeless kids - that would be my preference.
.....Hippywife chimed in with the idea that she, the cancer patient, had to eat organic - everything organic. I chimed in with the observation that not everyone had physical proximity to stores or coops or farms that sold organic goods; nor could everyone afford it, that some people lived on food stamps, and that wasn't any kind of money that could allow people to live on organic food.
Hippywife went ****ing nuts. Out of her mind. Because I had used the phrase - trite as it is - "not everyone has the luxury of being able to afford organic foods," the woman posted about half a dozen photographs of her home to show me that "I don't live in the lap of luxury," which wasn't at all what I had written. She also wrote long descriptions of each photograph, each more uninteresting than the other.
That was when I started getting PMs that Hippywife (who misspelled "hippie" and just labeled herself as a woman with a large pelvis and, perhaps, trouble getting through doorways) was a woman who had previously written about her bi-polar problems, her unfortunate family history, and how badly she behaved when she ran out of money to buy her medication.
But she pointed out to me that there were organic meat places that took food stamps - yeah, with beef at $14/lb. I pointed out to her that that wasn't realistic thinking, and she went insane on me.
Disappeared for a while. Had the mods take down the whole photo and commentary extravaganza. It was nice without her. We had fun. Then she returned, and my pal, Shakepeare, a very nice broad, said "**** this," and quit DU. I missed her. She was very smart.
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That is so sad. :(
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That is so sad.
But it's Mrs. Alfred Packer's own fault.
With her large and loving and caring family up in Ohio, she was obviously destined to be the maiden aunt, the one whom nieces and nephews remember fondly. And one of the spinster "church ladies," who decorate the altar at Christmas and Easter, and play bridge with the priest's housekeeper.
Spinster "church ladies" (at least in the church Mrs. Alfred Packer and franksolich were born) always fixed the best chow at church potluck dinners.
That appears to have been the fate for Mrs. Alfred Packer, but no, Mrs. Alfred Packer didn't want that.
When one goes against one's destiny, one really screws things up.