Dessert is bourbon & bitters.
Oof, I’m stuffed!
{{{{Dice}}}}
One of the few bits of Navy terminology I still use. 
The Zoom thing went well. In addition to Lady SCAdian, both of our daughters, and myself, there were her parents, both of her sisters, and her uncle, with all of their spouses and the one sister’s daughter, plus assorted cats and dogs. Maybe I’ll try to Zoom with some of my nieces and nephews on New Year’s Day.
Ah, yes – food. So far today I’ve had a beef-and-cheese chimichanga, coffee, two pieces of toast, a York peppermint patty, and a couple handfuls of trail mix. There will be ham, mash, and other things around 0200, after the housemate gets home from work.
I believe the culture is the “I like blowin’ stuff up, so screw the rest of you people” subculture so prevalent today. My upstairs neighbors are celebrating by playing heavy metal with the bass turned way up. Like the bass in heavy metal isn’t loud enough already.
flyboy, sounds like a great meal despite the gravy. I love rare roast beef and can’t quite understand those who prefer medium or well. I love them; I just don’t understand them.
Sorry. < turns metal down to 11 >
Heyyy…doggio…is that you? Follow the cup o’ Christmas cheer on the string down to my place! Hit the Off button on your way out. 
Good Mornin’ Y’all! Up and caffeinatin’. YAWN ‘Tis 25 Amurrkin out and clear with a predicted high of 50 and N.O.S. for the day. No plans at all for the day. Seriously. Nuttin’. We shall feed via forage even. There’s stuff in da fridge that needs to get et up. Ima yank a hunk o’ poke outta da freezer for tomorrow, but today is no cook day. Netflix, Internettin’, nappage, and general sloth shall rule the day.
Now I need more caffeine and rumbly tummy wants sustenance. Then, onward into the day! Rah.
Happy Sattidy/Boxing Day Y’all!
Weird morning so far - I looked at the clock and it was after 6, so I lay there thinking about getting up, then looked at the clock again - this time for reals! It was actually just after 4. The first look was a dream. Luckily, I fell back to sleep, then finally got up around 6:30 actual time! It’s a frosty 22° and we’re not supposed to get out of the 30s today.
When I’m done with my intrarwebz time, I’m going to get my walk done first thing, then start hauling tools and miscellaneous stuff out to the shop. FCD is supposed to fire up the pellet stove out there first thing - it doesn’t take long to warm the entire area. So when I get out there, I can sort and put things away in relative comfort. I’m also going to build a tool box to keep in the house (actually, the garage) for normal repair-type chores.
If I have any energy left, I’ll continue organizing the basement. I’ll need space for Roxy’s play area. She got so much big stuff for Christmas, it’s going to overflow to here. Plus I’ll have her while her parents work, so of course she’ll need toys, etc, here. The kitchen will stay at her house, but I’m hoping the easel ends up here. We shall see.
Boo - I envy your video chat. I wish my inlaws weren’t so technologically terrified. They have the equipment but the internet scares them, plus with FIL’s marginal dementia and MIL’s blindness, I don’t think they could manage to plug in the HDMI cable, let alone open the chat app. But FCD did call them while Roxy was opening stuff, so they got to hear a little.
I need to pull something out of the freezer and make us a proper meal today. Most of this week, we’ve been overindulging on far too few veggies. SIL sent a big pan of fart blossoms that I’ll roast up for FCD, and I’m thinking chickie strips will be a good start. We shall see.
Meanwhile, caffeination continues till I decide to shower, dress, and hit the treadmill.
Happy Saturday!!
Been a rough couple of days. Being off work & isolated for several days straight, while winds HOWLED outside, finally sent me into full blown anxiety.
I did go to a co-worker’s home last night - the same one who had me over for Thanksgiving - so I had a brief respite from the noise inside my own head. All too brief. Kept waking in a panic, over nothing. Finding myself just … not breathing for a while.
Back to irk today. It’ll be good to see human faces and to chat a bit. God, I never thought that would become so vital.
Showered, dressed, and about to hop on the treadmill. Plus I’ll throw a load of towels in the washer. Then the fun of chores begins. How long will my motivation last??
Afternoon, mumpers! It’s dull and overcast out there, I think we’re promised Storm Bella today but I’m not sure whether it’s coming this far up the country or not. Makes no difference to me, I am not leaving the house today. My plans involve drinking tea and laying on the sofa with a book or two.
Up, caffeinated, and sheveled. It was 22 degrees when I took Gordie out this morning.
And Happy Boxing Day!
The day Canadians punch each other and say “Sorry.”
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@purplehorseshoe I can totally relate. The anxiety/panic gremlin is with me always. Sometimes just out of reach, but lurking. Sometimes she invades my mind, body, emotions and turns me into a shivering wreck. She doesn’t ever really leave, it just gives me a break and goes dormant for a while. I don’t want to take xanax every day, so I limit myself to every third or fourth day. That’s the one thing that helps, most of the time (not every time).
Went to the grocery store at the butt-crack of dawn this morning to shop for the neighborhood pantry. And in the store I could feel the panic growing inside me. Weird bodily sensations that I could identify or explain away. Wearing a mask doesn’t help. In the checkout line I had to take off my jacket because I was feeling smothered.
JFC, I’m sooooo weary of this Thing tagging along after me when otherwise my life is pretty cushy, and I am incredibly fortunate in a zillion ways. It will be another glorious day here-- bright blue sky, tons of sun, high will be in the 60s. I’ve got a fridge full of nummy leftovers, thanks to my wonderful neighbors. The panic monster doesn’t give a rat’s ass about that-- she seizes control of me and won’t let go. I don’t think she wants to hurt me; I think she is trying to protect me. Probably from death.
So, I can totally relate. 
mooomm- as far as I can tell, your motivation is ‘The Never-Ending Story’. Have no fears.
Same here a little south and west of you. Circumstances conspire to stir up the anxiety and blam!, here we both are. I try to catch it when it first starts and concentrate on staying connected with the outside world any and every way I can. Mumperville is central to that, Facebook helps people my world. Text chatting. I minimize any expectations of myself to ‘get stuff done’ and just submerse myself in keeping connected in the 4 or 5 ways I have at hand. I send funky, quirky Farside snake cartoons to a certain friend, for instance. Post Christmas songs from my favorite band here. Shoot oddball memes and gif texts to my faraway similarly irreverent kid when he is stuck at work at his grim, very draining job for long hours. All in all what I do resembles bailing out a leaky canoe with a teaspoon, but it keeps my nostrils above water. I’ll get to shore in all due time. Meet you there?
I did my walk - upped the speed for one segment, and I’d like to get up to 6KPH. In fact, eventually, I’d like to have a walking speed just short of running. I don’t think I’m interested in running.
Anyway, afterwards, I loaded the towels into the dryer, then took a load of stuff out to the shop and put away what I could. FCD will let me know shortly when he’s ready to start organizing, but till then, I’m goofing off. I had a bowl of soup for lunch and I pulled some chicken out of the freezer for supper. I should probably drag the towels up here and get them folded and stowed. Eventually…
We need to make a run to the convenience center, altho not today - I expect the post-Christmas packaging crowd will be lined up. Maybe first thing tomorrow? Or we could just shove everything into the truck and take it next week. Whatever. As cold as it is, I’m not worried about the trash getting mega-stinky. That’s a summer issue.
Happy Boxing Day, people! Up fairly early this morning, but that’s ok. Got a quick grocery run in, which was really just an excuse to stop by the locally-owned Mexican drive-thru for machaca & eggs for breakfast. Bright and sunny out which is good, because tomorrow and Monday are predicted rain. As soon as breakfast settles a bit there is laundry to be done, floors to be mopped and litter boxes to be scooped. Living the dream!
It’s been nearly 100 posts since I participated in this thread (and that was just to make a stupid joke), but I’ve been reading all of it.
I was just about to come on here and report that VSW and I had a perfectly nice Christmas visit with SIL and BIL. This being the first Christmas since Mom died, though, I thought about her a lot, and had a hard time shaking the little bit of funk I had over that.
Then this morning, I opened up my email to learn that the wife of an old friend took her own life on Christmas Eve. I am in total shock.
He and I haven’t stayed in touch since I moved out of state, but we were part of a pretty tight group of college buddies back in the day. His wife was a perfectly lovely person.
They have two grown children; I can’t even imagine what they all must be going through right now.
It hasn’t been said enough: Fuck 2020.
Gotta go back and read. Pro tip: do not aspirate a pill. I did but hacked it up after about five minutes.
Chest is sore now.
I had a facebook message from MS RED She is safe but without internet. She was at Panera using theirs. Said she is OK but has no phone or internet service and probably won’t for a while. After Irma destroyed our cell towers they brought in portable towers but one had to be right at it to work.
I hope you all had a great Christmas. I am still crippled thus the pill. For sure have torn something. I had three ppl bringing me food yesterday so I have plenty to eat so no cooking for me.
I shall go read to see what y’all got for Christmas.
Wheelz- so sorry. My hubby died in November and yesterday I opened a bedside drawer rarely used and there was a book with a Suicide Prevention brochure as a bookmark. I think he did that. Sorry for your loss.
And we’re done for today. FCD filled a toolbox that will live in the garage. It should cover any run-of-the-mill requirements in the house, and I can go out to the shop for anything else I might need. But I’m good for now.
The towels have been folded and put away and a hunk o’chickie is thawing for supper. I haven’t decided what I’ll do with it yet, but I have a really good recipe that I haven’t used in a while - I need to check if I have everything I need for it. Other than that, mostly chillage ahead.
Loving the videos. Especially the Seinfeld one. About the hat. My father would have had a fit. One was not ever supposed to wear a hat or cap at the dinner table either. I miss my parents.