On a gloomy Friday morning, I thought it might be cheery to start the weekend off early with some humor. A sort of get you through the day kind of thing. You may also tell us what you are doing this weekend if you wish
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I will go first, with Airplane Humor:

Getting on a plane, I told the ticket lady, "Send one of my bags to New York, send one to Los Angeles, and send one to Miami." She said, "We can't do that!" I told her, "You did it last week!

The food on the plane was fit for a king. "Here, King!"

*This weekend we are going North! Upstate NYC-visiting friends in Woodstock!! I will be back Monday with flowers in my hair. Peace~

Thanks for the Friday chuckles, Scarlett. While you're being "groovy," I'll be catching up on some work piled at my desk at home. That is, if I can stay off Fodors!

A bit baffling...My daughter wants a pink Harley-davidson for her birthday,she is three. We are going to pick one out for her this weekend.

I can't accept that she will have a Harley before me!

Scarlett - don't forget to take the PACE flag with you : )

MsScarlett, Well at least <i>your</i> smiles are genuine today! Thank you for that. Have fun at Woodstock but we'll miss your levity here.

I doubt it'll be a sailing weekend so we'll be back in the furniture stores trying to hammer out the carpet selection. Right now I'm headed for that oriental area rug out of our own pocket. It is gorgeous. Hang the tile repairs...not my worry. There, smiling again here. That was easy.

Doc, your daughter shows signs of GREAT promise! You must be raising her well!

Statia come play with us for the weekend.....the desk will wait, and wait, and wait..there's gabbing to be done!

I'm sure I'll be here at some point Olive. That is, provided I can get on line at home. We are having serious server problems on the island, so I've only been able to log on from work this week. Bummer, huh?

Have a great weekend everyone!

The weather is glorious here now-
I think everyone should take the day off and head to NYC! I will meet you in Soho

Olive, could DH stand for DeadHead? I have a feeling I will be among them this weekend ~ I want to see all the photos of the new sofa and the new rug! D can pose
Statia, try to break free of the work now and then to keep your spirits up..I will be watching for you .
doc, my dad took me for a ride on his Harley Indian, when I was a wee baby She is bound to be coool~
donnabee, watch out for bending and spanking LOL

Pink Harley? That's a good one, Doc!

Here is my contribution:

&quot;Don't worry about the world coming to an end today. It's already tomorrow in Australia.&quot;
(Charles Schultz)

Scarlett, you said &quot; my dad took me for a ride on his Harley Indian, when I was a wee baby&quot;, but they are two different animals. Indian was a different brand name, and it is once again being built. Perhaps you rode on the Indian, but not a Harley? Or, of course, I could be all wet and maybe Harley did build an Indian but who knows (and, really it is Friday and who cares?)? The important thing is that you have a nice memory of your dad and that is what counts. Happy trails to everyone...yard work and house repairs will fill up my weekend (have to get ready so we can be off to Hawaii in a few weeks). Have a good one all.

Scarlett - maybe I should bend over the Harley? LOL

donnabee, Stop that !! LOL - that is too funny

Indian Motorcycles were made before Harley but I thought when my dad had one it was after Harley took over Indian..which may be just one of my childhood hallucinations
But yes, the point is that it was a good memory ~

Well, the Kansas State Fair opens today, and tomorrow we will be going. I'm really picturing it to be out of the movie &quot;State Fair&quot;, so I expect Pat Boone to show up singing. But, I'm going to taste my first Pronto Pup (aka corn dog) and munch on funnel cake, slush and alligator nuggets. Who knows what other Kansas delicacies I will try. And afterwards, there are all the rides on the Midway. I'd better pack a bottle of Pepto Bismol.

But here's some additional levity to brighten your day. Comments are from restaurant patrons.

Not even the belly dancer could convince me to go back.

For real Chinese food, not the place to go. For blondes in short black dresses, your appetite may be satisfied.

Prepare for a three Tums experience.

I bitched about the $17 espresso until I tasted it.

At least the cockroach enjoyed my salad.

Feels like the kind of place William Wallace [Braveheart] would eat at.

One of the last places where a two (or three) martini lunch is still in vogue.

Don't be startled by the occasional thud of free weights hitting the floor of the gym above.

I saw a woman lick sauce off her husband's elbow.

The city hasn't seen this much cheese since the Three Tenors played Dodger Stadium.

Duck must have had a long flight -- tired, tough and took 90 minutes to arrive.

Portions so small I started laughing -- prices so high I started crying.

Too snooty, but so am I.

Eat the crayons. They taste like the calamari.

The valet parking guys went home with our car still in the lot.

Have yet to learn that heat is an integral part of the cooking process.

Abandon tastebuds all ye who enter here.

For the price, the lobster should have come via overnight express, not pony express.

Someone please close this restaurant. The food is as old as the customers.

Heart-stopping food in a life-taking neighborhood.

Even Jesus would have a hard time getting at table on Saturday night.

A woman selling flowers table-to-table told me to have a beautiful sex night.

The lobsters and shellfish on the plate are livelier than the clientele.

Am I really admitting that I've ever been there?

The stench of testosterone and desperation doesn't quite cover up the fact that this place stinks.

'Breaking bread' should not mean you have to use the side of the table.

Fun place for an after-work pupu or two-two.

The quiche of death.

My Russian mother makes better French food.

I've had much better Cajun, but I'm not going to tell you where.

Should shut down the restaurant and just serve the view.

Food [is] is served as cold as the faux-stone pillars, and as slowly as the Romans advancing over the Dolomites in a particularly harsh winter.

I think one of the ceramic pigs that adorn the walls could have given better service.

Noses are still up in the air. Should come back to earth.

The waiter flipped our pizza onto the floor, face down. He scooped it back up and told us it was okay.

Why does it always smell like mildew?

Wear black -- bring attitude -- get hicky.


Food humor:

&quot;The quiche of death.&quot;

Thank you Leslie !!
Do tell us all about the Fair afterwards I used to Looove State Fairs in the South.
In those days, I loved Pat Boone too LOL

Well, being from the northeast, I am used to seeing ice sculptures throughout Boston Common on New Year's Eve and Day, but in Kansas, at the State Fair, there is actually a butter sculpture exhibit. And here's some trivia that I read in the newspaper today - the average sculpture is made from 600 to 1000 pounds of unsalted butter and takes 120 to 300 hours to make. The sculptures are kept in 40 degree glass enclosures for viewing.

Now, I wonder if by using salted butter the sculptures would melt. And, it wouldn't be a butter sculpture exhibit if margarine was used .

My boyfriend has promised to show off his prowess skills and win something for me at the arcades. I don't even care what it is as long as he wins something, and I get the prize before one of his two nieces snag it.

What do they do with the butter sculptures after the Fair is over?

Faina
They spread it on Toast sculptures ~lol

Good question, Faina. There are bake offs and other cooking contests all week long, so I wonder if the sculptures begin disappearing and become an ingredient in other masterpieces. Besides, there's so much fried food available at the Fair, I'm guessing that there must be a use for it. But, I do like the idea of recycling.

LOL! You guys are funny. I'm home with my son today: he had surgery at 7:30 a.m. and he is already sitting up playing the guitar at noon! That's a teenager for ya. This weekend I hope to be shopping for clothes for France and for a sink and range for our kitchen remodel. Busy busy busy! And watching football--go Raiders! Happy Friday, y'all!

QueenMab: of course I don't know what kind of a surgery, but watch your son when the anesthesia starts to wear off. The next day is usually the most difficult one. I wish your son speedy recovery. Take pictures - they love to show them off to their friends. Unfortunately I have plenty at home with different body parts of different children affected. It's all part of being a mother I guess.

Thanks for the tips, Faina. I'll ask if he wants any pictures. It was out-patient hernia surgery and went smoothly, but you are right: the local has not totally worn off yet. I just went and got him 5 movies and DQ.