I have the ice cream maker attachment for my KitchenAid - no salt or ice, but you do need to keep it in the freezer a couple of days.  I sadly actually make ice cream with it during the summer for my nieces and nephews.  I was never a big ice cream eater, so I can do that without wanting to eat the whole quart myself!

LOL - while you were out partying in New Orleans, I'd be going through their cemeteries and touring all the old plantation homes.  Such history!  

Well, okay, I'd be out partying with you every night, but a girl has to have something to do in daylight!

My wife and I talk about this all the time... so here's mine

1. pay off our house and call the contractors to remodel the inside! We love our house, it just needs updating.

2. Pay back my mom for the down payment on the house

3. Remodel my daughters home and let her pick out vehicles for her and her husband. Set up my grand childrens college funds.

4. Buy a farm up where I grew up and get back into horses (that i had to give up when i gained all this weight) with a full facility barn!

5. Have lasic surgery on my eyes so I can see the new body i will have by then..

6. pay off my two best friends houses and get them new vehicles!

7. Book trips to Italy, Ireland, Greece, Bali and Cruises to all the warm tropical places!

8. Pay off my wife's parents home...

9. Build an extra room on our house for all the pets we already have! and give money to our local shelter for a free spay and nueter program for people who cannot afford to have their animals fixed.

10.  Call in the landscaper to build a flower garden exactly how I want it with a waterfall and koi pond as the centerpiece. It killed me to have to leave my koi pond and garden when i moved.

Ok so that is way more than 5. But when you dream, dream big. The best dream tho is to be normal sized and healthy so i will feel great and be able to enjoy all of these wonderful things!

Ooh...crazy old cat lady in the house!  It all started about 21 years ago when cat had 3 kittens in my friend's back yard.  One kitten, a calico, was spoken for immediately.  The other two, identical black cats, not so much.  I had never had a cat before (always thought of myself as a dog person), but my friend talked me into taking one of the black ones.  And then she guilted me into taking both of them, since "they were twins, and shouldn't be separated".  

Sydney (named after the city), and Maalea (named after a beach on Mauii) came to live with me and we became inseparable.  At 8 years of age, Maalea lost a lot of weight and vomited all the time.  Tests revealed that she had a large cancerous tumor, and it was only a matter of time.  I took her home and asked her to tell me when it was time.

About 3 weeks before she died, a neighborhood stray I'd been feeding brought her litter to get in on the free food.  These were feral cats, so I was only able to watch them from a distance.  One day, I put out the bowl of food as normal, and mama and her brood came up my porch step to eat.  As I walked in my door, the little black kitten followed me in.  Thinking it was a fluke, I kept the door open, and she soon went back out again.  Next night, she followed me in again, and this time jumped up on my couch and sat on my chest.  Being a great fan of black cats by this time, I decided that she had adopted me, or Maalea had asked her to come ease the pain of her passing (I did have to put her to sleep when she stopped eating).

I set up an appointment to have Grace fixed (I figured she was grace from above), and had to cancel it to go on an out of town business trip (El Salvador as it happens).  In the meantime, I let her adjust by living outdoors, only having her come in at night.  I got back from my business trip and she became 100% indoors, which she was happy to do.  Before I could set up a new appointment for getting her fixed...

Sometime middle of the night, May 1, 1998.  Grace is curled up in my arms sleeping as normal when her body tenses enough to wake me up.  Thinking she was having a nightmare, I pet her and talk to her.  Not getting any better, I thought she was having a seizure, so I got out of bed and turned on the lights.  Not a seizure, not a nightmare - she had just given birth to the first of 4 kittens!  

I retired to the couch and let mother nature do the rest.  The next morning I discovered 4 completely different kittens, obviously from 4 different fathers.  One was all gray, one was obviously Siamese, one a long haired tuxedo cat (black and white), and the fourth a tabby.  I knew from that moment that couldn't give them up and that I was truly mad.

Sydney lived to be 19 1/2 years old, and died of natural causes.  The 4 kittens?  They're all gone now too, from kidney disease, cancer, and assorted illnesses.  Grace is still around at 16, is still as tiny as a kitten (5 pounds), and suffers from chronic kidney disease and liver disease (we have that under control).  She's the last of my brood, and I love her to pieces.  When she goes, I fully intend on adopting two kittens and loving them forever, just like I will forever love their predecessors.  

Grace:

Blue, her kitten:

Scottie, her kitten:

Sam, her kitten:

Actually it's 1/6 of a husband.  I have 5 sister wives plus a husband.