<p>Rosh – Since no actual marmot fur was used in the manufacturing of these coats and in the interest of truth in advertising, I think REI should change the name to Bald Marmot PreCip Jackets.</p>
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LOL – Also, not on the menu: BBQ’d kitten wings and Baby Panda breakfast sausage.</p>
<p>okay, totally hijack of thread, but well:</p>
<p>So i get an IPOD for Christmas. I am enjoying it , in car, doing a bit of humming and lip syncing I guess, and Husband says to Daughters, hey, I have a new game…lets see if we can guess what song mom is listening to!!!</p>
<p>Hrmfffpphh</p>
<p>Hey I think CGM needs to be lifted up onto the bar where she can croon for us! We’ll sing along, even if we don’t know the words. (Just ignore those few in the back who are playing “Name That Tune”.)</p>
<p>And by the way, there’s no such thing as hijacking any SA thread, it’s a constantly morphing and beautiful thing to behold.</p>
<p>(Oh, and for those with short memories… here’s that photo I took in Austria last summer of the container of Marmot Salve (“Cream of Marmot”) which I couldn’t bear to purchase.)</p>
<p>((((CGM))))</p>
<p>I am very, very careful not to sing along to my new Ipod.</p>
<p>wait, sluggbug, why are you in Boulder City? I have actually been there recently attending a painball tournament with Team Drama…and yes, you’ve got it dead-on…the crustiness, the desert rats and all…
the rest of the team stayed at Charlies Boulder Inn, but I left for the outskirts of town and a more “upscale” hotel after security practically busted our door down because the boys were jumping around the room playing house ball…dad stayed behind with the boys. Then there were the busts occurring nightly out in the parking lot just to add to the ambiance…
omg, THE SMOKE in the casino there, and even in the restaurant…that was my most lasting memory of the place; the “non-smoking section” was totally infiltrated with smoke, you couldn’t escape it
I had to stay inside from 11- 3; the heat was incapacitating
yes, we’ve seen some <strong>interesting</strong> sights out on the paintball tournament circuit.</p>
<p>back on topic—my d sings along VERY LOUDLY to her IPOD…well, at least she isn’t inhibited</p>
<p>mommusic and slugg, Whew! Thanks, that is quite a relief! (Those jackets are great for layering on trips and very breathable).</p>
<p>mootmom, Great photo! </p>
<p>CGM and mathmom, Neither of you can possibly be a worse singer than me. The universal reaction to my singing looks something like this :eek: Speaking of which, because of my horrible voice, H (who has perfect pitch and is very musical) used to tell me that I was “tone deaf.” I vigorously rejected this label, insisting that in fact, I KNEW I was off key, but couldn’t help it. One time I looked it up, and sure enough, one of the definitions of “tone deaf” is indeed someone who cannot carry a tune!!!</p>
<p>Got my martini bucket, and I’m mixing tonight. Anybody want a slugg special while we listen to the mellow song stylings of Rosh and CGM? It’s my own recipe: </p>
<p>Sluggy’s Own Slugg Martini</p>
<p>(Warning: This martini will make you want to sing along and do the Twist to Wayne Newton’s, Danke Schoen.)</p>
<p>Splash of Sauza Tequila Extra Gold over crushed ice;
A generous shot of Absolut Citron;
Shake – Pour the whole mess (crushed ice & all) in a frozen martini glass over 3 Jalapeno stuffed olives.</p>
<p>Best enjoyed while listening to More by Bobby Darin, but tonight at the hippest club in CC, Rosh and CGM will tap dance on the bar and sing a duet to that old Sam Butera and The Witnesses classic, Dig That Crazy Chick. I can dig it. :)</p>
<p>Yummm. </p>
<p>I’m officially an Empty Nester now, so I can drink Slugg Slushies on Monday nights if I wanna. Slugg, I love it when you go to Nevada. Something about Nevada makes you write some real crackers.</p>
<p>I guess they don’t have Second Life in Cigaretteville :). Our gain.</p>
<p>…Nabisco cracker corpse…</p>
<p>lol</p>
<p>My version of this disease appears to be endless. I am expecting a miraculous cure via Slugglaughing.</p>
<p>well, i find myself dancing, disco no less, while walking my dogs in the park i the morning…love KC!!!</p>
<p>its my Bday tomorrow, so everyone have a shot on me, rounds for the house!!!</p>
<p>HAPPY BIRTHDAY CGM!!!
Hope your day is FANTABULOUS!!! :)</p>
<p>~berurah</p>
<p>Bought a red marmot ski jacket Friday afternoon. H doesn’t understand why I need multiple outerwear. Planning on taking it to Colorado next weekend for our UC Boulder ski trip. Will have a round for all of you. Any suggestions as to possible drinks. Sluggbugg - would have never thought of tequila and absolute citron. Suppose it works with the stuffed olives. Typically drink dry martinis with Ketel One or Absolute Citron.</p>
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<p>Roshke, me too, me too! I know I’m hitting the wrong notes; I just don’t know how not to. I summarily reject that definition of “tone deaf”! LOL.</p>
<p>i love to sing in my car–by myself! i have tried to enforce the “no sing-along rule” when riding with my husband. neither one of us can carry a tune–even if we had a bucket…</p>
<p>A few weeks ago was the lady on the treadmill next to me at my gym was unconsciously singing aloud to her ipod. Loudly. Not particularly tone deaf, but not exactly Jennifer Holiday either. Sooooooo funny, I was in stitches, having major eye contact & grins with the other nearby patrons… </p>
<p>She was obviously grooving on the exercize-- clearly had no idea she was audible.</p>
<p>My DH was in a primary school choir. His mother drove him to countless rehearsals. AFter the first performance, she was surprised she didn’t hear his voice which was very deep for a child’s voice. He told her he was only allowed to mouth the words becasue the choir master had discovered that he was tone deaf and couldn’t carry a tune. Needless to say, she didn’t feel she needed to drive him to practice anymore.</p>
<p>I sing but both sons are also tone deaf. However, saince they’ve been little little boys, they sing out at the top of their lungs–in the car, in the house, in the shower, at a party–doesn’t matter where. When that happens, I know they are really feeling good about themselves. I love to hear those off-tune voices. </p>
<p>After complaining about Chapel for years, S2 and his friends spent every graduation party belting out–you got it–traditional Anglican hymns.</p>
<p>I love to sing in the car…to the oldies…and it is even better if I sing to my Ds radio stations (blech) when mom says those lyrics, it jsut sounds gross…so they put back on my music…hehe</p>
<p>off to play…boogie on</p>
<p>Happy Birthday CGM! :)</p>
<p>Pop back in tomorrow for the official day and you will be treated to a chorus of the B’day song in 12 part harmony 
at least, in various languages, accompanied by kettle drums (with real kettles), harmonicas made from combs and tissue paper, and some old soul in the corner booth musically blowing on their empty stubby!! I shall play the harp made with elastic bands strung between the bar stools…</p>
<p>The Nuns at my school started up a “Jug-Band” (school was too poor for musical instruments) and after we’d learned many old time favorites (“Wait 'til the Sun Shines Nelly” variety) we were heavily booked to entertain at the Old Folds (sp keeper!) Home…I think it made facing the end easier for some of them…the ones that weren’t tone deaf :D</p>