**MetalMouse **- I do check my account on line every few days, but I like the false sense of security I get from having transactions monitored this closely. 
I forgot to bring a knife to irk today; no not to go postal against any cow-orkers but to make lunch more bite-sized pieces. A plastic butter knife isn’t so great against a hunkocow.
Happy Toosday!
Home from the park. It is supposed to be hot today, high of 86.
I guess I am the anal one, I check my accounts, savings, checking, and credit cards every day. If text messaging is offered I use it.
We have to go pick up groceries today.
and of course there is irk.
Up, caffeinated, and sheveled. Off today. I had a hurricane conference call this morning. Looks like I might be getting Tropical Force winds by Wednesday night.
Spidey, a plastic butter knife? That’s not a knife. this is a knife.
Meat cleavers. And handy in case ICP is in town.
And for really tough cuts, det cord.
That’s STILL not a knife; THIS is a KNIFE!
Today has been annoying.
I have a dr appt coming up in two weeks and I need to get some tests done, Got one scheduled, can’t find out how to schedule the blood test. She wrote out the order form to a different lab and while their website is very informative, tells me all about their certifications and how great their staff is, they have several new locations and even valet parking! However, it has absolutely no information on how to schedule an appointment. One other test is just not going to happen anytime soon, I am allergic to pain. The last test I have no idea wth I am supposed to do to schedule it. The dr gave me a pamphlet with the information, which says she has to order the test. I think I have to verify that my insurance will cover it? Then she will order it?
Too annoyed to call anybody today.
Then again I am too annoyed to call anybody every day.
I need a secretary.
The new neighbors next door swept my sidewalk and porch. It was very nice of them but I don’t know why. Maybe a subtle way to tell me hey you lazy bitch, get out here and sweep up your walk. I don’t know, the upstairs neighbors mowed my lawn, the downstairs neighbors swept the sidewalk and porch.
I think we started it by mowing our neighbor’s lawn, but she is 76, lives alone, and it is a neighborly thing to do. And it seems a bit weird that the neighbor mows my lawn and we mow the other neighbor’s lawn, so I suppose she should do the next lawn up and keep it going?
Anyway, I appreciate it.
My son is mad at me because I want to get another dog, he says no way. I also asked him how he felt about moving to WV and he really got mad - he is NEVER moving again. I guess I will hold off sending an email to the breeder to see if another litter is coming anytime soon. I started looking at a rescue site but that was just too painful. Most of the dogs are mixed (supposedly) with shar pei, but I sure didn’t see it. The few pure breeds were just sad looking and I want all of them. I don’t know where all these shar pei mixes are coming from when it is so damn hard to find a a pure bred. I want one from Ripple’s breeder though, he is nice looking, but more importantly he is healthy, and has a good disposition.
Every now and then I run into somebody who is familiar with shar pei and they are always surprised by how calm and friendly he is.
Howdy Y’all! Today I spiffed da cave, laundered, bothered folks about movin’ pavers, made sup, and accomplished nappage. Who says retired [del]drains on society[/del] folks don’t keep busy!
About an hour left to go of Roxy wranglin’. We just came in from a walk around the yard. I think I’ll let her play in the tub for a while, then give her a bottle and shuffle her off to bed. She’s a hoot and a half!
peaches, I think you got rooked at the laundromat. The last time I was in a public one was about three years ago and the biggest of the big was only $4. I only used the public one when the washers in my complex laundry room were all full.
I got a few things caught up today. Tomorrow, I should begin actually irking on September stuff. 
I took the car to the dealership to have the Bluetooth connections checked out tomorrow. I have a 2019 Accent as a loaner. Boy, am I spoiled. It isn’t a bad basic car, but my Elantra gets better gas mileage. It also reeks of cigarette smoke (funny how that didn’t seem to bother me when I smoked ).
Our airport is getting a lot of military traffic since Dorian kicked up. When the USAF deeded it to the town when they closed the base, one of the conditions was that it still serve as an evac airport for the military when needed. It doesn’t bother me or Nelson, so it’s no big deal.
After supper and KP, I’m chillin’ in the studio.
Irked all day on EOM/FOM stuff and hardly made a dent. Holiday screwed me up but the stuff that has to go to the region (Jacksonville) is in no hurry since they are closed for hurricane at least through Thursday.
I had a Dr. appt today to get my trigger thumb checked out and forgot the appointment. The Dr’s office never called to remind me and I am an adult so no excuse. Later they did call and said they had two cancellations for tomorrow so I took one of those.
Sari I totally get wanting another dog. If I didn’t work I would have two. This one I have now,Buddy, is a little stinker and so smart. He is just so much fun. His little teeth are very sharp though and will inflict damage very fast. He does not complain at all about being cooped up in his compound most of the day. He is just glad to finally get out when I get home. Since hubby hasn’t been feeling well he is home more.
The procedure that will hopefully fix up hubs is not until next Moanday. He called the Dr. today and told them he can’t wait that long but there is nothing they can do as I guess they are just that busy. He is in the schedule so Moanday it is.
I check my checking account almost every day and even though you aren’t supposed to I look in on my 401K a couple times a week. That has been really depressing lately.
Have a great new week everyone.
Some post-run excitement at the brew pub tonight; bambilance was called for someone having a seizure. Unfortunately it’s a tasting room of what they brew & not a full bar; otherwise we coulda had a James Bond martini - yanno, shaken, not stirred.
::crawls into handbasket::
Sharks with frickin’ laser beams on their heads are so old school.
Way too many of them, including some snotty types who have yet to learn that even if Mama called them Prince/ss, they aren’t royalty to anyone else. Starting to really hate getting callers born after about 1990. The stereotype of the overpampered entitled millennial exists for a reason, IME.
Surprised my throat survived today, hoping it’ll be in better shape tomorrow.
Udder failure.
(Hey, Somebody was going to say it!)
This handbasket is full Spidey. You’ll have to wait for the next one.
Idk about being taken to the cleaners at the laundromat (heh), Red. Maybe so. But the clothes are clean and folded (because peer pressure is a thing, and I couldn’t just walk out with baskets of unfolded clothes while the 80-ish lady was folding hers.) So maybe worth the price. I’ll check prices at other places if I have to do it again, but I have skivvies for hurricane wear, and won’t complain too much.
Meanwhile, I just had to threaten my mom with automotive sabotage. Nancy has recently become the person making medical decisions for her cousin. (Cousin gave her a medical POA years ago, and recently had a bad event, so we’re using the only paperwork anyone has. Turns out that Cuz was dxed with dementia a couple of years ago, but told no one and discontinued treatment. Plus he’s been legitimately crazy for a long time.) Anyway, after his bad event, Uncle J landed in the hospital, and then involuntarily committed by his doctor. He can’t live on his own any more. A nursing home placement was found, and he was transferred today.
My mom called this evening to tell me that she was driving to hometown tomorrow to get necessary paperwork for Uncle J’s care plan, because it must be completed within 72 hours of his placement.
“Uh, no Mama. There’s a hurricane coming. Any available route from your house to hometown is 80+ miles through tropical storm conditions tomorrow.”
“But it has to be done in 72 hours! I have to go now!”
“You aren’t driving a small SUV through those conditions tomorrow. That’s asinine.”
“72 hours! Lather, rinse, repeat!”
“I will come steal your battery cables if you don’t promise me that you will wait until Thursday.”
“Fine. But 72 hours!”
I have a suspicion that my brother or husband is going to be driving Ma to hometown on Thursday, and I hope they won’t need the 4wd and tow straps to get past obstacles. But the whole route is through the middle of nowhere, so that’s probably optimistic.
There’s a reasonable chance that my hurricane beer is going to be gone before the hurricane gets here.
What part of W-by-god-V are you considering? I know nothing is planned but -------- I’m just the Camden Park curious type. 
Saying it is fine; just don’t milk it.
The hurricane beer is now a memory. Gotta restock in the morning.
The Boy moved into the fraternity house, which is still undergoing renovation. It’s also surrounded/covered by big old trees.
Texting tonight:
Me: if things start getting ugly tomorrow, would you take your sleeping bag and go to your sister’s? The girls [daughter and 3 roommates] are all fine with it, and there’s a vacant bedroom and bath just for you. I’d feel better if you were under a newer roof and fewer trees, and if you and your sister were together to watch out for one another.
The Boy: I’m fine right here. This house is hundred years old.
Me: True, but those trees…
Plus, your car won’t ford more than a puddle. Your sister has the big SUV. If flooding happens, the two of you can team up to get food in her vehicle. And you are savvy enough to help if this becomes another Hurricane Matthew situation. Your sister doesn’t have that type of street smarts, and the roomies are all from places without hurricanes.
The Boy: You’re being lame.
Me: No. I’m being mom. Please humor me and don’t make me bring up labor and delivery horror stories to guilt you into humoring me. Pretty please?
The Boy: I’ll let you know tomorrow.
Ugh!
Good Mornin’ Y’all! Up and caffeinatin’. YAWN ‘Tis 74 Amurrkin out and clear (‘tis true, I looked out and saw twinkly stars!) with a predicted high of 95 and partly cloudy (partly N.O.S.?) for the day. Today I shall vary my routine. :eek: Mowage shall get accomplished instead of goin’ to the Pubic Sto’ to lay in provisions. Da cave yahd is in need of mowin’ and there is a possibility of rain/tstorms/apocalypse tomorrow so I shall do so today. Maybe I’ll go to the sto’ this afternoon. Or not. Sup shall be pepper steak ‘n rice. We shall attend the visitation for Bill this evenin’.
Peaches sorry about your cousin. Went through all that with an uncle and havin’ to do the paperirk stuff. Trust me, the nursin’ home will not have a hissy if this is not done within seventy-two hours. Also, with your son, remember you can always pull out the deprivation you suffered just to provide a good life for him.
Now I need more caffeine and to feed rumbly tummy. Then, onward into the day. Rah.
Happy Hump Day Y’all!
I survived Roxy duty!! She was actually a lot of fun last night - at least for me. Poor **FCD **got headbutted in the tender bits. :eek: It wasn’t an attack - RoxStar just gets overly enthusiastic at play sometimes.
Today may well be the last gasp of summer (tho probably not) with temps in the 90s, while starting tomorrow for at least 10 days, highs will be high 70s/low 80s. We shall see, but I’m more than ready!
Meanwhile, another busy day ahead. Onward! And Happy Wednesday!!
Up, caffeinated, and sheveled. Off to work. Probably a couple of back to back troubles because of Dorian related issues.
It’s actually hard to defend against. It’s difficult to hit a moo-ving target, ya know.
Peaches, sorry about all the drama.