YSaC, Vol. 815: We gather together to GRRGCK! ACK! *crash*
2010 October 10
3 x 5 White Folding Table with Chairs ( Ikea) – $75
Thanksgiving is coming and you will need another table with chairs.Very Nice White folding table with chairs folds up and out of the way for those impromtu wrestling matches. Call Rick the Wrestler ###-###-####
Thanksgiving – a time for togetherness, overeating, and tryptophan comas. I know after I’ve just consumed my own weight in food, there’s NOTHING I want more than an impromptu wrestling match.
OK, maybe a few things.
OK, maybe a LOT of things.
Come to think of it, under no circumstances would I want to wrestle after Thanksgiving dinner.
Besides which, if you bought the table for the express purpose of facilitating wrestling matches, doesn’t that mean they are no longer, “impromptu?”
This table is a steal at $75… I just awoke passed out on one, still standing on all four legs (the table, not me). I feel like I was power-drived onto it, but it was probably just all the vanilla rum in my coffee last night…
As long as your butt wasn’t stuffed with cornbread dressing, and/or you didn’t have an apple in your mouth – I guess you’ll be OK………..
Well, maybe not after Thanksgiving, but it sure comes in handy on Festivus for the feats of strength.
Elebendy doors for you, as I was just fixin’ to post the same thing.
(That is the appropriate grammatical use of fixin’, right? I figured being from Texas and all, you’d know.)
Very good, IF, but the word after fixin’ should be t’post.
A’yup; She’s raht y’know.
Appen as mebbe, eck as like, na then, sithee.
*in best monster truck rally announcer voice*
Thursday. Thursday! THURSDAY!!!
Come on down! We’ve got turkey! We’ve got stuffing! We’ve got mashed potatoes and gravy! You will eat until you burst! Cousin Fred will get drunk and make grandma cry! Someone will need a trip to the ER after an unfortunate accident while removing the cranberry sauce from the can! WE’VE GOT IT ALL! Oh, and some wrestling…
You don’t need the table for the wrestling matches. Just the chairs, to smash over your opponent’s back. The table is really just a bonus feature.
So, who wants to spend Thanksgiving with Manda, Grampdaddy and the rest of the herd?
An offer I cannot resits, Manda. I’ll bring the wine…..
Heh! As you can tell, I’ve already started on the wine. Make that an offer I cannot refuse not resits (resits ???)……..
Resits. Of course. After you pour more wine you go back to your chair and resits. Makes sense to me! 😉
Retsina?
Y’all’re in Indiana, right?
Ah, the rare double contraction, not often seen outside the
maturitymaternity ward.Just emphasizing that I’m in
No’C’linathe south.Astro — an here I thought that SaraJean was the only one of us that could type North Carolinean.
BTW — Congrads on beating GHHS at bootfall … oh so did everyone else in the state. Maybe we can talk about the band instead.
“In the one corner, we have Tina the terrible turkey, burning to take down her opponent! In the other corner, there’s Mel, of the Mashed Potatoes! Let’s get ready to EAT!”
Yeah, that was dumb, but it was the first thing that came to mind.
NMN, that was HILARIOUS! If I wasn’t on my phone, which won’t allow it, I’d give you a door or !elebenty!!!
And Astro, you are correct.
Okay. Don’t abduct me for your Thanksgiving dinner when we go to Grand Nationals in Indianapolis.
Bands of America? I remember very fondly going to Grand Nationals. Who knew years later I’d end up living here?
I’ll totally come cheer for you if I can!
It is entirely possible that I, too, may be in Indpls. for Thanksgiving. (Mom & Dad live there). I will let you know and, seriously, I am all kinds of there. Astro, we’ll be sitting in the stands: Me, Manda, Lil’ Gracelynn Shorts-On-Head, and Grampdaddy if we can get him to take his meds first.
That’s perfect, provided you’re under 4’11” and 135 (and bloated with helium, apparently. I’m a foot taller and *mumble* lbs heavier and I fall into that size range).
This is why I shouldn’t post before coffee. Pretend this is down under Tank’s next comment.
I’d love to, Manda! Should I bring my own shorts hat or will costumes be provided?
Must not picture Grampdaddy in wrestling shorts. Must not picture Grampdaddy in wrestling shorts. Must not picture Grampdaddy in wrestling shorts. Must not picture Grampdaddy in wrestling shorts. Must not picture Grampdaddy in wrestling shorts. Must not picture Grampdaddy in wrestling shorts. Must not picture Grampdaddy in wrestling shorts. Must not picture Grampdaddy in wrestling shorts.
Must not picture Grampdaddy in wrestling shorts. Must not picture Grampdaddy in wrestling shorts.
Must not picture Grampdaddy in wrestling shorts. Must not picture Grampdaddy in wrestling shorts.
Must not picture Grampdaddy in wrestling shorts. Must not picture Grampdaddy in wrestling shorts.
Must not picture Grampdaddy in wrestling shorts. Must not picture Grampdaddy in wrestling shorts. Must not picture Grampdaddy in wrestling shorts. Must not picture Grampdaddy in wrestling shorts. Must not picture Grampdaddy in wrestling shorts. Must not picture Grampdaddy in wrestling shorts.
How about a singlet? Or those brightly colored spandex briefs?
Or those Mexican face masks….
kelli, are we there yet?
Must not let kelli imagine me without wrestling shorts. Must not let kelli imagine me without wrestling shorts. Must not let kelli imagine me without wrestling shorts. Must not let kelli imagine me without wrestling shorts. Must not let kelli imagine me without wrestling shorts. Must not let kelli imagine me without wrestling shorts. Must not let kelli imagine me without wrestling shorts.
If you have a shorts hat of choice, feel free to bring it along. If not, extras will be available. I wouldn’t want anyone to feel left out if they forgot to bring one.
If you are not comfortable with a shorts hat, you can also feel free to wear your socks on your hands. We’re all about inclusion!
I know how cold it can get in late November up there in Indiana, so I’ll bring extra socks and shorts just in case. I’ll grab a few empty tissue boxes as well, don’t want anyone’s feet getting cold!
Thank God. I was worried that I would have to start shopping on CL for something to wear to meet y’all and cheer for Astro at Grand Nationals. But I kinda had my eye on this little number.
I’m sure that would look lovely on Grampdaddy! So kind of you to think of him! 🙂
Y’know, it’s Thanksgiving in Canada tomorrow. Have you defrosted the turkey yet? (Because, I mean, in the interests of international fraternity and all, it makes sense to celebrate Canadian Thanksgiving no matter WHERE you are. And…well…turkey’s always nice.)
Well, our federal employees, and many banks, and random businesses in mostly the eastern time zone will close on Monday.
They allege that they are celebrating an Italian fellow, one who got lost, misidentified where he was, then impressed same into imperial servitude under a foreign sovereign, oh, and let his sailors not only spread old-world diseases among the natives, but take back a couple of new world ones, too.
Seems rather silly to me. We ought be celebrating a different Italian, one who knew where he was going, found it exactly where the math said it should be, and the only thing he left behind was his name. But, calling them Amerigo Vespucci Halls would not be melodious.
Be simpler to just celebrate Canadian Thanksgiving.
I know I always have an “impromptu wrestling” match with the oldest relative at Thanksgiving. They’re much easier to beat if I remember to hide their cane first.
Actually, they’re much easier to beat if you use the cane…
Oh.
Not that kind of “beat.”
Never mind.
My t-shirt reads:
“Next Person to make a Crack about my Age is getting beaten with my Walker”
In all fairness the silhouette of “My Walker” does appear on the t-shirt as well. Dunno why every one gets in a huff afterwards . . . <muttermuttermuttermutter>
[matt]Says who? Who are you to say that I will need another table with chairs? Well, you can forget it Sparky, because we’re the relatives who always go mooch off someone else on Thanksgiving! Ha![/matt]
I always try to mooch off my aunt … why make my own Thanksgiving or Christmas dinner if someone ELSE is making one? (she’s a great cook)
We always mooched at Thanksgiving too. We hosted a couple times, but most of the time we went elsewhere. And even now, living 3000 miles away from the rest of my family, I still find a friend who’s already cooking and go there for dinner. 😉
If you get a reputation for being able to cook, and also handle the chaos of feeding the frenzy which is too many related people too close for too long, you can get invited to many of these evolutions.
Tough part is that no one wants to pay catering fees (not even in leftovers and distilled spirits).
Can be simpler to just know 3, 4 people you’d eat with any other weelend and do just that.
Of course, it can be handy to not feel contrained by tradition, too. Turkey, ham, and andouille sausage jamballaya; or turkey curry, or the like.
Best TG in the last remove was one that was terribly traditional. Every one brought a little something. So, there was a wild turkey, a pheasant, some smoked trout, even scallops and shrimp–good stuff.
Ah, that relative was me for many years. Not that I minded at all, when I cooked I knew I was going to like everything on the table. I don’t get many takers these days, something about the word “tofurky” has my family running for their own cookbooks. 🙂
Well, far better tofurky than mashed taters indistinguishabl efrom grits or gravy (or finding out that the grits are really creamed chipped turnips).
The amounts of bad food (less-well made/served, rather than the quality of the starting product) deemed acceptable, “just part of the experience” continures to frighten me.
But, maybe I grew up with too many people who wanted to enjoy their food, to serve it well, to have others revel in the food as well as in the comraderie.
“everyone was kung-fu fiiiiightinnnnnng!”
For the wishbone, that is.
I’m sorry, but what broke the deal for me was that it’s from Ikea. If these chairs and the table broke, I wouldn’t get the strgglenumskin* from the klojftdes* plant in Ighnijlopder* in time for Thanksgiving.
*If I weren’t to tell you that I made up those words, would you know? Or do you dislike Ikea instructions as much as I do?
NMN, I thought you had the key to getting stuff replaced! *throws notes away*
I’m convinced that those leaflets they throw in the box with the furniture parts are not instructions but rather coloring books that were supposed to be delivered to the kid drop-off area.
I think “folding table from Ikea” is code for, “I couldn’t figure out how to assemble it so it’s still in pieces.”
Ah, ever noticed that the brick-n-mortar Ikea have bins of the nøvçïï and droošen and m
ookrlÿnr for when the box turns up short ?Never thought to hand crayons to the person in charge of the ikea assembly destructions; would definitely count as a stress reliever.
They took those bins out of our IKEA! I was so sad to see that. Lucky for me I have a whole drawer dedicated to IKEA leftovers. You just don’t know when your going to need a steel dowl pin or a few dozen cam bolts.
This is the perfect size for a kids table at Thanksgiving.
Except, one should never set a kid at a white table. That’s just begging for a food-stained version of impressionistic art. Do you know how hard it is to get rid of a cranberry and gravy stain?
Yes. Yes, I do.
I don’t need kids to leave cranberry and gravy stains on my dining table. I can do that myself.
Way to keep up your independence there, ratwoman. I kid.
Wait, LL, you mean you HAVE gotten cranberry juice stains out of a white table? Please tell me your secrets! My solution is to move the table into the garage or utillity room and go buy a new one for the kitchen.
I call it a plastic tablecloth…
Hey, white butcher paper and crayons and cranberry sauce and excellent way to teach martha stewart entertaining to the toddlers . . .
(Ok, do have to admit that when “Unc’ mark” shows up with the visqueen and duct tape a la Dexter, with “a plan” for the “kids’ table” that sometimes you don’t get invited back–not always a bad thing . . . )
I totally have a fictional character crush on Dexter. Is that weird?
Only if you get the first couple seasons in Portugese <G>
What’s not to like about Dexter? nerdy-smart, calculating, calm, that under-emotionless shall begging to be cracked open . . .
Ok, deadly serial killer makes for a tricky dating situation . . .
Why should I pay $75 for a white table when I can get a red one for free?
You should always pay more for a clean slate.
That’s why babies cost more than toddlers. Not that I’ve sold or bought any. Child WHAT is on the phone?
LL, did you EDIT your comment while I was typing mine? I swear it said something else previously.
It did… I was trying to keep the line from calling the cops…I’m drug affected — not addicted.
Lucky for me, my reply works with the edited comment too.
And it’s less likely that you’ll need to post bail for it, either… 🙂
Geez, now I want to know what the original said.
LL seems to have a habit of that.
She teases us with something, gives it a minute till she knows that someone will be replying, then goes back and changes her comment to something completely different in the hopes of making someone else look completely out in left field…
No… not trying to tease… just trying to not be all ‘out’ there. Gotta keep some modesty, ya know. I’m a female on prescription hormones now. I’m allowed to change my mind any damn time I want to.
*take that line*
LL, that comment makes me think of the movie “TransAmerica.” I loved that movie, loved the crazy plot, and can’t wait to own the DVD some day. I even write how I want it to end sometimes. 8) So cool.
The table is perfect! Now I just need a pop up canopy and a patio heater, and we can put smelly Uncle George and the kids out in the snow. This could be the best Thanksgiving ever!
Can we *tie* the kids to the chairs? You know, it would be a lot quieter that way and they won’t be running around and getting their fingers in the pie.
Bear, that’s a great idea! Uh, do you have some rope I could borrow?
Bad idea, kids can do a lot more damage running around with chairs sticking off their backsides.
Okay, so put the chair legs into concrete. Got it.
Or bolt the chairs to the ceiling…makes more floor space that way, and the kids will be so terrified of sustaining Traumatic Brain Injury that they won’t squirm as much.
Is a little tricky on the “keeping food on plates” side, though.
Well, the whole concept, that we can thrust children into a strange situation, in strange place, with strange foods, among some strange characters, and they are not going to be a bit wacko is bordering on daft to me.
Instead, we should embrace it. Big bowl of tater-tots, finger foods, mac-n-cheese; Tia Loca’s mashed tater paste–presume it will be a modern art masterpiece during and after.
For the older kids, pizza (Domino’s delivers); the teeners, get them involved, make stromboli and calzone from the ingredients already at hand. (and turkey with taters and gravy and cornbread dressing makes a spiffy stromboli).
Ah, but, that’s me; others clearly differ.
Am I the only person surprised that “Rick the Wrestler” shops at Ikea? I can imagine *that* trip to Ikea was like a skit on SNL…and I think I’m have a Wayne’s World flashback right now…with Hulk Hogan as Rick the Wrestler and Tina Fey as the uninterested Ikea salesperson. Anyone want to write that for me?
This sounds like a job for….. someone else.
This sounds like a job for….MINDFIELD!*
*Am I the only one who think’s Smiley Dog’s name sounds like a superhero’s name?
Nope, I do too.
Rick the Wrestler works for IKEA. That’s how they flat pack everything. The weaker items are intimidated by his tough guy monologues and fold themselves up into small packages. The other, bolder items get body slammed into submission.
I’VE GOT A PLASTICK TABLE FOR SALE! TAKE IT FOR FREE! I’VE GOT A PLASTICK TABLE FOR SALE! TAKE IT FOR FREE! I’VE GOT A PLASTICK TABLE FOR SALE! TAKE IT FOR FREE! I’VE GOT A PLASTICK TABLE FOR SALE! TAKE IT FOR FREE! I’VE GOT A PLASTICK TABLE FOR SALE! TAKE IT FOR FREE!I’VE GOT A PLASTICK TABLE FOR SALE! TAKE IT FOR FREE! I’VE GOT A PLASTICK TABLE FOR SALE! TAKE IT FOR FREE! I’VE GOT A PLASTICK TABLE FOR SALE! TAKE IT FOR FREE! I’VE GOT A PLASTICK TABLE FOR SALE! TAKE IT FOR FREE! AM I ANNOYING ANYONE YET! HOW ABOUT NOW!
Hooray for copying and pasting.
I actually originally did “PLASTIC” but then remembered…I think it was wilbarro guy….spelled it “PLASTICK.” So I rewrote all the PLASTICs to PLASTICK.
I don’t know about you, but when I have impromptu wrestling matches I like to keep the chairs out. They are the perfect impromptu weapons. And if Grandma can keep her walker out during our wrestling match, I sure as hell get to keep my chair.
Back in the wrestling heyday of the eighties, we probably could have used an extra
proptable. With my two brothers and countless male cousins under the age of twelve, I’m sure we ended up with a broken chair or two. Probably some broken bones as well.At least it comes in Very Nice White. (Which totally sounds like a designer paint color.) Most folding tables just come in grey, or brown, or Sorta Dingy White.
Wonder how Rick managed to get it to stay Very Nice White through all those “impromptu” wrestling matches? It folds up!
I just noticed – those aren’t “impromPtu”wrestling matches, they’re “im-prom-tu.”
Clearly, this is the perfect folding table for getting out of the way when you get to the traditional wrestle-off to determine the Prom Queen at the Thanksgiving-themed prom. I hear it’s all the rage in today’s high schools.
You’re right! And Very Nice White goes great with mint/ice green prom dresses so it all makes sense.
It’s Rock em Sock em Turkeys by Marx!
Diner#1, They are slugging it out in the middle of the table!”
Announcer, “It’s a hard right to the Popes nose!”
Diner#1, “I knocked his stuffing out!”
Diner#2,”His stuffing is knocked out?”
Announcer, “Sure, but you can press it right back in again.”
I think I may have a cold. If I do, it’s fairly mild, but it’s still clogging up my brain. Blah.
But do you know if you have a bike?
See, I could totally see wrestling after Thanksgiving dinner or, in fact, any dinner, as long as I was wrestling with a puppy. Coincidentally, there happens to be one waiting for me to come home for Thanksgiving, so I may actually do so.
Sari, I certainly hope there are photos taken of the event, and that you give us a link to their whereabouts. 8) We LOVE cute puppies here! And kitties. And birdies. Etc.
And llamas and geckos and stuff, yeah, we’re all about stuff here, but only the good stuff.
Indeed. But we could do without winking hobo(e?)s*
* That’s a word I have never had the pleasure of typing before, so I have no idea if the e is necessary
[corey]Firefox says that the word hobos is spelled without an “e”.[/corey]
**winks at Lou**
Teehee.
Just don’t wrestle HamCan’s puppy.
How about your small bear? You have to get uncle Fred pretty drunk before he starts wrestling bears.
Question, did anyone else have to read “tryptophan comas” twice, so as to not go look up an obscure form of punctuation?
Or am I just that drowsy from a long night at drill?
Well if you’re going to wrestle with furniture, it might as well be Ikea. I don’t own any Ikea items but from what I hear it’s relatively cheap and not very sturdy.
The solid wood stuff is pretty sturdy, but most of the veneered stuff is pressboard and honeycombed cardboard. I’ve put countless holes into the top of my work table, even with a surface protector. But I spent a grand total of $12 on the top and legs so I’m not too fussed about it.
Thanksgivings are so rough with the rhyming, wrestling giant. Anytime the dinner isn’t ready, it ends with a WWE smackdown.
WooHoo! 82 comments! 82 is a favorite number of mine!
Curry is good for supper too (in case we needed more reality-based non sequiteur <G>)
The Husband Monkey is making palak paneer tonight and I am very happy about that.
And I made owl cookies! 😀
Not for dinner, however.
Give a hoot… share the loot?
LL, I would door you were I not mobile right now.
They are destined to be devoured by a classroom full of preschoolers tomorrow. However, I made about 3 times more chocolate icing than needed, so we could just stand around the bowl of chocolate icing with spoons and eat that. Decorating also involved chocolate chips and candy corn so a sugar buzz is guaranteed.
OT and probably too late for anyone to care:
I was just browsing Etsy by phone and got this message at the bottom of the page:
Hi! Looks like you might be in %region%.
See all prices in: %symbol% %name% %code%.
Well, not too late for me, and I do care, in some amount.
And I’m jones-ing for that next Dexter episode–take no notice of the rolls of 6mil plastic or any sing of a demented expression on my part; Ooh! Izzat a sandhill crane? *points*
Also OT: I just noticed that my name is linking to http://Yourwebsite because I’ve never cleared the prompt from the website field. Sorry if anyone has actually been clicking on that.
Huh. A Whole Day and no one looked at the Golden Lotus. Kae was even here, and never mentioned her own appearance there. Oh well.
Kae! Punchity Punch Punch!
G’Night, Plymouth Rock!
I’m modest…and afraid of being punched.
if you are in an apartment that is confined, then folding tables would be very well suited for you ‘;: