<p>Actually we don't even heat water for our instant oatmeal...we add water, mix, and nuke it for a minute. So, how is thawing frozen oatmeal even in a microwave any faster or more convenient than that? They are BOTH heating in a microwave!</p>
<p>exactly! (10 char)</p>
<p>Happy dancing and drinks for all; Curmie's buying. His D's team just won the state championship!</p>
<p>Let's see how high we can run his bar tab before he even shows up :)</p>
<p>I'll have one on his tab, too! Congratulations on the big win! How exciting!</p>
<p>Did I hear free drinks on Curmie?</p>
<p>line em up we are drinking to mudgette. hey I'll drink for her since she is not old enough to drink :D</p>
<p>Nothing like big spending in absentia....</p>
<p>What's a nice expensive wine?</p>
<p>Where do we line up for the autographs? </p>
<p>I 'spect my drink to be Texas-sized :D This party might could go on a long while.....</p>
<p>while the cat's away....</p>
<p>Can we order up some grub??</p>
<p>It takes four times as much energy to freeze something (per degree) than to heat it. So it's not like it really saves energy.</p>
<p>Isn't it easier to keep something in the cabinet than in the freezer? Why displace ice cream for oatmeal? Not kosher in the Athena kitchen!</p>
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As per usual, aries gets to the crux of the issue ;).</p>
<p>so I hear curmudge is buying drinks?
I will have a tequila shooter- which I will take before going to the winner goes to state- loser out game tonight- over on the eastside- where I was last night and got lost, even though I used to live over there for 20 years ( although that was 20 years ago)
( ok maybe I better wait until I get back)
Ill just stick to the ice cream ;)</p>
<p>Thanks, Jmmom.</p>
<p>Maybe we jsut have to eat the ice cream to make room for the oatmeal. A whole pint of Godiva Belgium Chocolate, all at once, so it doesn't go to waste.</p>
<p>I'm not going to offer anyone any brownies. My ability to make them ends where the directions on the box end. My best friend taught me that sangria is great fun at parties, especially if you make it at the party, because by the time everyone has adjusted it to the right taste, nobody cares about the taste any more. So I wouldn't put any Gran Marnier in that sangria, or a bottle of really good syrah either. But some good cheap fruity Australian stuff ought to do just fine.</p>
<p>Hey - where's the proud dad? We've all drunk ourselves under the tables without him...</p>
<p>He's on the road for scholarship competitions, my understanding is they hardly had a chance to catch their breath. No rest for the weary, I'm sure he'll be checking in.</p>
<p>Oh that's right. No rest for the weary indeed. We will keep some Gatorade next to the Johnny Walker for him.</p>
<p>Plus coffee and high cocoa content chocolate...</p>
<p>Well, as loin...no, I mean, as long as Curmie's buying, I'll have a Absolut citron vodka martini with a lemon twist, fresh lemon juice, and crystalized sugar around the rim, puhleeze. Ahhhhh...back from the Mother-*#!! Land from which I sprung, the land of Hummers and guys named Skogie. ;) </p>
<p>The land where kids scream for pleasure. No, really, they do. Screaming has replaced normal laughter because they play in places that scare the holy bejeebers out of them, but when all you've got is a yard full of sharp rocks, jumping cactus, and the occasional black widow, screaming is the usual response. </p>
<p>Laughter may follow, but it's short-lived because somebody's parent may have just discovered that you and your friends are playing too close to their 45 Maximus Poker Cigarette powerboat. The response, then, is to initiate the universal kid alert (scream) and run away (scram). This is just the way things are done in Southern Nevada, and if you grew up there, you know what I mean. :D</p>
<p>Glad to be home. Make it a double. :cool:</p>
<p>Welcome back...spent time in hummer land where the wild horses plunder water lines looking for a cool drink...thankfully they haven't heard about this place yet.....opps I'm out of here....thundering hoofs, a run of black widows....kangaroo mice...what did you bring with ya?</p>
<p>Slugg, so happy to have you back. Just in time to hear latest installment of "dogs from hell." </p>
<p>I believe you all have been introduced from my mother's lapdog from hell, the one she wears in a sling and breastfeeds? </p>
<p>Well... this story involves one of my Dad's two hounds-- who are much friendlier and less psycho than my mom's schizo pooch, but are also huge, slobbery and very badly behaved.</p>
<p>My dad recently sprung for a UC Davis $3600 operation that rebuilt one of the slobber-dogs knees. Evidently, according to the vet, it is only a matter of time till the other one needs to be replaced... This would bring the total UC Davis vet tab for this one dog to roughly $15K-- and she is only about 7 years old.</p>
<p>Anyway-- the vet said my Dad had to keep the dog VERY quiet post surgery for her recuperation. They had to lift the hobbled dog into the car, carry her into the house, etc. So after feeding her and giving her lots of petting, my dad gave her a giant tranquilizer, and put her in his office to chill for a long winter's nap.</p>
<p>About an hour later my folks became aware of a loud noise coming from the office. Opening the door, my Dad was greeted by the sight of wood chips, plaster dust, gypsum, and shredded cardboard-- and a grinning, wagging, limping dog.</p>
<p>The dog had chewed right through the molding and the wallboard in a vain attempt to tunnel her way to freedom around the closed door. :D</p>