Hot dog!

Now we know the story behind the famous Wiener Tiara Bake, subject of one of MizBubs' only known posts on this blog, way back in October 2007.

More married life (and more risque content)

One of the neat things about being married to MizBubs is that she's always bringing home cool stuff for me. Since she works at the library she sometimes gets to see used books that are brought in as donations to Friends of the Library before they go on sale. She has a particularly keen eye for pulp paperbacks. Not too long ago she brought home these two gems:



"More" was published in 1965 and contains material going back to 1954; "Still More" came out in 1968. Much of what passed for swanky humor back then is now more likely viewed as a series of tacky jokes about date rape, adultery and office sexual harassment. Still, there are some good times to be had, in a sort of retro/atomic fashion:

"What's that drink you're mixing?" the stranger asked the bartender in the exotic Caribbean bar.

"I call this a rum dandy" said the bartender.

"What's in it?" asked the stranger.

"Sugar, milk and rum" said the barkeep.

"Is it good?" asked the stranger.

"Sure," said the bartender. "The sugar gives you pep, and the milk gives you energy."

"And the rum?" asked the stranger.

"Ideas about what to do with all that pep and energy."

Then there are the limericks:

A limerick packs laughs anatomical,
Into space that is quite economical.
But the good ones we've seen
So seldom are clean
And the clean ones so seldom are comical.

God's plan had a hopeful beginning,
But man spoiled his chances by sinning.
We trust that the story
Will end in God's glory,
But at present the other side's winning.

And, of course, there are the cartoons. Leroy Nieman's Femlins (think female + gremlin) decorate the covers of both books and appear on nearly every page inside.

I picked two of these cartoons to post on our anniversary. Our roles are not so locked in as the characters in the drawings. We mix it up. Scroll down to see 'em.

***WARNING NAKED CARTOON LADIES BELOW***

Married Life (warning, risque content)

Well, for these first 23 years I'd have to say I've liked it very much.

23 years ago today, at St. Thomas of Canterbury in Uptown, my bride made me the luckiest man in the world. She continues to do so.

Finished product

MizBubs finished the necklace she started Saturday. Here's a couple of pictures of the finished product:



I think she's especially pleased with the clasp. When she does a piece she really likes she never uses store-bought findings. This was created with sterling wire:

Over the years she's given a lot of pieces away as gifts to family and friends, but she's never sold any. I always tell her she should.

Sick

It started Saturday afternoon. I didn't know what was wrong, but I knew something wasn't right. Kind of a dull, queasy feeling.

We had a party to go to Saturday night, and as of 9:30 am that morning we didn't have a costume. We've talked about going as Gomez and Morticia for years now, but haven't done it. Likewise Elvis and Priscilla. So, like I was saying, the day of the party arrived without us having any idea of what to go as. For a while we looked toward a helpful post from Grant Miller Media and considered going as victims of the new depression, with sandwich boards and a cup full of pencils for sale.

I found a list of last-minute costume ideas, and one of them was mummy. It involved buying a set of neutral long underwear and a bunch of bandages, then soaking the bandages in tea or coffee to stain them. MizBubs, girl genius, saw this and promptly announced that if I went as a mummy, she'd go as the archaeologist who dug me up. She also mentioned that it would be easier and cheaper to buy gauze and some burlap at a fabric store. Off we went, and by 1pm we had all our stuff. It ended up like this:

The party was a blast, but I felt worse and worse. I took some pleasure in the fact that, when I stood very still against a wall, or sat down in the room where the beer cooler was, and someone walked in, they'd get startled when I moved. I got mistaken for a decoration a few times. It would've been more fun if there had been small children to scare.

MizBubs had to drive me home, and by the time I unraveled myself I was spent. The effort of cutting myself out of my costume left me with a fierce headache. I hit the pillow by 11:30 and was out.

Mmmmm...

Can't afford that Standing Rib Roast for the holidays? Here's an entree with all the panache, at a fraction of the price!

Yes, it's a Wiener Tiara Bake, courtesy of Stitchy McYarnpants, craft Diva extraordinaire! Serve it up with some red Kool-aid and Jello salad, and it's a feast nobody could resist! The question is, what's for dessert?

Five Things You Don't Know About MizBubs

1) I am not a girl-genius.

2) In 1979, I rode on Ozzy Osborne's tour bus. Unfortunately, I didn't know who he was at the time.

3) I used to teach Sunday School at our church.

4) I once used paper towels and strapping tape to bandage a drill injury on my hand. I subsequently received 7 stitches.

5) An ancestor, Abraham Clark of New Jersey, signed the Declaration of Independence.