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Hey you beautiful thing, you,

When you're ready, this is the reference point I use...It's the authority.

Leener's

In his very first day, Cheffy and his family found a house!!!!!!!Lancaster, Pennsylvania.

Not much time. More later.

Ahahahahaha! I knew I could count on you.

And congrats! :kiss:
 
I thought you were Evil Grand Vizier?

I am known by many names.


And there is always the "Play amongst yourselves" concept. :cool:

heh heh. Some of us don't have that option. Lucky you.


Nipping in (a quick break from editing) to offer you pizza and coffee. The pizza is homemade--including the dough and the sauce. I have not yet reached the level of madness of trying to make my own cheese (but if I keep hanging around with that Chefzilla, who knows!).

I have a plain cheese one and one with fresh tomato, ricotta and rosemary. And I hope you like hazelnut coffee. :)

Help yourself to the coffee. I've already put aside a gallon for the Bijmeister.

I made rugelah, too. You know, this stuff:

http://www.newyorkfirst.com/img/products/juniors_rugelach.jpg

:kiss:


YUUUUUUUUMMMMMMM. Yay!

I'm screamin' around today. This coming weekend is the Very Large Bigness that I look forward to all year. Wandering both house and shop for the next couple of days mumbling manically to myself. Tent, cookstove, bottled water, wench outfit, spray paint, coconut bra, pirate gear, beef jerky...


Hey you beautiful thing, you,

When you're ready, this is the reference point I use...It's the authority.

Leener's

In his very first day, Cheffy and his family found a house!!!!!!!Lancaster, Pennsylvania.

Not much time. More later.

WOOT for you! May all this transition be as easy as possible for you.

Changing your whole life for a woman you love is really good karma. So it'll all be a lot smoother than it might be. Cause I said so.

bj
 
I am known by many names.




heh heh. Some of us don't have that option. Lucky you.





YUUUUUUUUMMMMMMM. Yay!

I'm screamin' around today. This coming weekend is the Very Large Bigness that I look forward to all year. Wandering both house and shop for the next couple of days mumbling manically to myself. Tent, cookstove, bottled water, wench outfit, spray paint, coconut bra, pirate gear, beef jerky...





WOOT for you! May all this transition be as easy as possible for you.

Changing your whole life for a woman you love is really good karma. So it'll all be a lot smoother than it might be. Cause I said so.

bj

Lol. We make a fine pair today. I'm in the editing revisions stage of my book, and I'm sitting in front of the keyboard with a pencil tucked behind one ear, alternately screaming stuff like "HE CAN'T DO THAT: IT TAKES OUT THE VERB" and "BUT IT'S ONE WORD IN MERRIAM-WEBSTER!" And in between that I'm shreiking at the political pundits on tv. E-dub either really loves me or is deaf. Or both. :D
 
Lol. We make a fine pair today. I'm in the editing revisions stage of my book, and I'm sitting in front of the keyboard with a pencil tucked behind one ear, alternately screaming stuff like "HE CAN'T DO THAT: IT TAKES OUT THE VERB" and "BUT IT'S ONE WORD IN MERRIAM-WEBSTER!" And in between that I'm shreiking at the political pundits on tv. E-dub either really loves me or is deaf. Or both. :D

Well if he wasn't deaf before....


I heard an interesting stat that said most men experience their hearing loss right around the range of women's speaking voices.

Deliberate? I think so.

Just found a huge stash of inflatable scimitars left from last year. YAY! That's one less thing to buy. And turns out we had a bunch of skull-head keychains too.

Most people don't take 3 dozen skull head keychains camping. I think about that sometimes.

Off to paint my shoes.

bj
 
Well if he wasn't deaf before....


I heard an interesting stat that said most men experience their hearing loss right around the range of women's speaking voices.

Deliberate? I think so.

Just found a huge stash of inflatable scimitars left from last year. YAY! That's one less thing to buy. And turns out we had a bunch of skull-head keychains too.

Most people don't take 3 dozen skull head keychains camping. I think about that sometimes.

Off to paint my shoes.

bj

Hmmm. Inflatable scimitars vs. comma splices. Wanna trade? :)
 
Hmmm. Inflatable scimitars vs. comma splices. Wanna trade? :)

o HELL no.

I am having a blast.
Okay, yeah, I'm about to work harder this weekend, far harder, than I do at my actual job, but still. It's sacred piracy vs. endless proofreading. I'll take the coconut bra.

On the other hand, I bet I'm spending more money than you're making. Maybe I should re-think this.


naaaaaahhh.

bj
 
I have put togther the most awesome wench outfit ever
complete with way too short a skirt, corset and sharp blade, oh yes and of couse a purse for ill gotten bootie:D
 
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I have put togther the most awesome wench outfit ever
cmplete with way to short skirt, corset and sharp bladeoh yes and of couse a purse for ill gotten bootie:D

Whose bootie are you ill getting???

I do know that BJ is bootielicious, but...
 
Whose bootie are you ill getting???

I do know that BJ is bootielicious, but...

You're not so bad yourself, thar, matey.

We're spending this coming weekend being pirates for charity. So anyone who comes near us takes the risk of losing booty.

Or at least trading.

This is loststar's first time wenching. I'm so proud of her already I could just arrrrrrr....

avast. and similar sentiments.

bj
 
earth rising, but a majority of the monies will be earmarked for a playground, bj has far more details, I'm just a pretty face that trades bootie:kiss:
 
What she said.

We do more normal charities most of the time, like the Humane Society. But twice a year we work for a small piece of pagan-owned land in Kansas called Camp Gaea. It's an all-inclusive property that holds safe space for the Weird, the Pagan, the Alternative and the Strange in our culture. They have things like men's festivals, women's festivals and open pagan holidays there.

I'm quite fierce about this land, since I remember (rattling her false teeth and banging her walker for emphasis) way back when a space like this didn't exist around here. So this weekend is about helping them pay the rent, basically, to make sure the space continues to exist and thrive.

And in this case, it's about installing a playground there, for the next generation. And mostly to keep those noisy, unpleasant short primates away from me in the morning.

nuff said about that. the Tribe does more normal causes too, and at Xmas we really go all out for Adopt-a-Family. Wenching for the Children has a certain appeal.

oy. I'm outie for the evening. Must go throw things into bins.

bj
 
this one has been beating around in my head all day, and while the words have finnaly come out i wanted to share them, and again I ask for advice, this one needs alot of polishing

seeds of words

words slip in, words slip out
around and around they spin about
my crystalline heart reflects snipits of light
caught in the beauty of the world
existing for only a moment before they are gone
yet tainted by what I know
a piece of my heart found in the road today
flesh squished flat
hope and blood leaving its stain on the pavement
but it shall be baked away but the sun
the sun whose happiness I can not shut out
it will burn away my skin
and I shall be glad for it
until the cancer of denial appears
after years and years of hiding in the drug of happiness
 
earth rising, but a majority of the monies will be earmarked for a playground, bj has far more details, I'm just a pretty face that trades bootie:kiss:

God, but I wish I was in Kansas.

* Did I really say that? *
 
So, how lovely a reason to be all piratical... I keep imagining you swilling grog and saying, "Arrrr"... while the commune hippies quietly cheer you on over at their daisychaining table in the corner.
 
do you need more of a reason? Come on you know you want to come out and open shop here, besides you already have 2 friends, and dozens more once bj getts a hold of you, speaking of getting a hold of you...need I say more? Kansas may not of changed much, but im sure the secenery is a bit better...;)
 
heh heh. Some of us don't have that option. Lucky you.

bj

That option has already shown itself to be a very, very good one.

To everyone here, yours truly is happy beyond his own patetic ability to express. My heart dances so high above the ground that it has forgotten what the earth feels like beneath its' feet.

My public and heartfelt thanks to you, bij, for your incredible advice and support throughout all of this. You are a gem, rare and beautiful and valuable and I want to attach you to a wire setting and string you on a necklace. Or something like that.

I'm going to go back to my crowded bed and try to figure out how to smile so that my face doesn't hurt from the act of smiling,

My love to everyone, as this crowd has become so valuable to me, and I want to spread a little bit of the suffusion of joy that I feel right now.

:heart:
 
I too uprooted for the man I loved infact I practically eloped, not quite in the middle of the night but pretty damn close. All my friends said women approaching 50 didn't do things like that they knuckled down with what they had that I was too old to be skedaddling off with a man who was nearly old enough to be my father. They said in ten years time you could be pushing him around in a wheelchair but I couldn't bear to let him go so I fought for him with every dirty trick in the book. I was told men don't leave their wives for their mistress but she didn't want him as much as I did and she didn't fight for him like I did. He taught me what love was I realised I didn't know what it was before. No one had ever given me the example to follow and before Ron I had wasted what I thought was love on anyone who had shown me the least bit of affection. When it first came to light and we got told to end it I got so hysterical I couldn't walk my legs gave out ... now isn't that the stupidest thing? I would have done anything (and I did do a lot that even to this day I am not ashamed of) to keep him and I faced every bit of criticism and hostility that was thrown at me and I won. I got accepted too by his friends and his family because as they said they had never seen him so happy in years. It wasn't his money (as one of his sisters so kindly said in the beginning) I had my own. it wasn't even a sex thing as precious little of that had actually happened...... it was something I have no words for and I am so grateful I found it and that I had the sense to know I had found it and I wasn't going to let it go. Ron says he wishes he had found me years ago when he was younger but perhaps it wouldn't have been the right time then who knows. The only cloud on my horizon is the age thing ... how do I exist if I have to let him go? That's one battle I can't win ... so now I better shut up as I am upsetting myself. Thankyou for being there with all your own battles and your different lives from mine but just as precious.
 
This is a great story UYS. Women who think men don't leave wives for their lovers are just deluding themselves. They can and will: if the lover is the right one.
 
do you need more of a reason? Come on you know you want to come out and open shop here, besides you already have 2 friends, and dozens more once bj getts a hold of you, speaking of getting a hold of you...need I say more? Kansas may not of changed much, but im sure the secenery is a bit better...;)

It certainly is now!!! Oh, and by the way, if BJ gets a hold of me, do I want her to let go?
 
I too uprooted for the man I loved infact I practically eloped, not quite in the middle of the night but pretty damn close. All my friends said women approaching 50 didn't do things like that they knuckled down with what they had that I was too old to be skedaddling off with a man who was nearly old enough to be my father. They said in ten years time you could be pushing him around in a wheelchair but I couldn't bear to let him go so I fought for him with every dirty trick in the book. I was told men don't leave their wives for their mistress but she didn't want him as much as I did and she didn't fight for him like I did. He taught me what love was I realised I didn't know what it was before. No one had ever given me the example to follow and before Ron I had wasted what I thought was love on anyone who had shown me the least bit of affection. When it first came to light and we got told to end it I got so hysterical I couldn't walk my legs gave out ... now isn't that the stupidest thing? I would have done anything (and I did do a lot that even to this day I am not ashamed of) to keep him and I faced every bit of criticism and hostility that was thrown at me and I won. I got accepted too by his friends and his family because as they said they had never seen him so happy in years. It wasn't his money (as one of his sisters so kindly said in the beginning) I had my own. it wasn't even a sex thing as precious little of that had actually happened...... it was something I have no words for and I am so grateful I found it and that I had the sense to know I had found it and I wasn't going to let it go. Ron says he wishes he had found me years ago when he was younger but perhaps it wouldn't have been the right time then who knows. The only cloud on my horizon is the age thing ... how do I exist if I have to let him go? That's one battle I can't win ... so now I better shut up as I am upsetting myself. Thankyou for being there with all your own battles and your different lives from mine but just as precious.

Thank you for posting this. The age issue is the one battle I am guaranteed to lose too.

I could say more (and had, but deleted it) but I won't.

The bottom line is that I strive to live every day with my loved ones as if it were a lifetime in itself. I could live a thousands lives with each, and still want for a thousand more, so each day is allowed to be quietly precious. That is all I can do.
 
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