I’m up! Leave me alone! I got in bed around 1:30 (God’s time, CST, of course). The Man and I didn’t play Risk, but rather rummy and dominoes. We were going to go get food, but right when we were going to leave, his mom came with fried catfish and fixins from an event she was volunteering for at the senior center. Yay free catfish!
I quite like this bellydance piece. I don’t usually like watching Turkish-style very much, although it’s hella fun to do, but this is fun.
I’m going to turf Mr. Lissar out of bed as soon as Nat wakes up from his nap. We went to bed at nine. It’s been twelve hours. Get up!
Yoiks - why did I write Spaz when I meant Taz?? eeeesh…
Yeah, I know… but I can’t help it! 
ETA: I have trapped a very angry wasp under a cup on my sink. Help. Send help quick.
Find a big book.
A BIG book. Biggest in your place.
Oh wait, this probably isn’t a plastic cup. Sorry, bachelor speaking.
Okay, fill the sink with water. Slowly lean the cup to fill with water until the top is filled. Then the angry wasp’s wings will be too wet to sting you to death.
See Plan A after this.
“Will be too wet” or “will probably be too wet” This is an important distinction!
Wait- you are in Boston- you could be here in 2 hours…
ETA: My biggest book is the History of Art by Jansen. I love that book. I would like to avoid gooey wasp guts on it…
I’m up, and need to see if my plants survived the hail storm last night. 
I hope that they can recover.
As soon as we shower hubby and I are going to go and hit up some garage sales. Nothing that I truly need, need. It’s just city-wide sales today we are going to go wander around. Looking forward to it. 
Biggest book: Dorlands Illustrated Medical Dictionary.
It could crush any cup. Plastic, glass, or disposable.
It’s huge, and wonderful, and guts would only make it more poetic.
Well-- are you going to bring the book with you or what???
ETA: Update: wasp gone- catch and release program. And for the record, the cup will be washed.
Up and out the door for a soccer game. Then my parents come and then I go get my hair done and then I pick up #1 son from work and we all go out to dinner and then we come back here and I don’t know what happens then. And then tomorrow we get up and do it all over again…
Good Mornin’ Y’all! Up and caffienatin’ here. I slept in until gasp almost nine this mornin’! I guess I was tahred.
Anywho, I have a chicken on to boil to make chicken sallit. Tomorrow is brunch Sunday at church and I have decided that chicken sallit sammiches (with the crusts cut off and sliced diagonally. We are after all Episcopalians and must be civilized!) would be the perfect thing to take. I have no idea why. I mean, when ya think about it I’m doin’ more work makin’ that than slappin’ a casserole together and bakin’ it. I’ve done chicken sallit sammiches before and they were a hit, so there is that. I also get to ush tomorrow.
Tonight we are goin’ to a 40th anniversary party. It’s for a couple who go to St. Pat’s that we really like. Their daughters are throwin’ it for 'em at the nice local country club. I think that’s just jake of the daughters to do this for their mom and dad.
So, today I get to make chicken sallit, lounge at le pool for a while and then get all duded up for a party. Heavy hors doeuvres (I still say that looks like it should be pronounced “horse ovaries”) will count as supper tonight. Oh and there is an open bar. That’s always a good thing.
Oh and Bobbio, you knew this was comin’ when you posted that pic…
How You Doin’?
Ok off to check on chicken boilin’ progress.
Went to Curves. Now I’m at the shop and exhausted… But I still have to cook. Maybe I can find something to eat and I’ll have more energy. Also, maybe some loud music?
Pie, I have complete discographies of Kid Rock and The Cramps–it don’t get any louder than that! Want I should beam you some noise? You sound like you’re feeling better today–keep up the exercise, it chases the megrims away.
DoRe, glad your Frankenpuppy is doing good–that’s one helluva scar, BTW!
Stiggs had to sleep outside last night because peed in the bathroom again. We put another box out for him at night but Pratchett thinks any box is his crapping ground so he dirties it up and Mr Finicky Old Man then refuses to use it and he peed right in front of the toilet again. So there I was, bladder overfull and kinda painful, having to mop up cat urine before I could tend to my own needs. Not how I like to spend MY morning, I must say. When I let him in this morning I was able to pet him into submitting to the Scissors of Doom enough to get some more mats off his butt and side–long haired cats are such a PITA in spring.
So of course it rained again last night so it’s gonna be a bear to mow the front meadow this morning. Grrr. Himself tackled the side and back area outside the fence and beat it into submission–the neighbor of course had to come out and make snarky neighbor comments about how it woulda been easier to mow it sooner–yeah, but it’s pretty tough to mow without a mower there, Mr Snark Neighbor! It’s all in fun, really, I think he’s just getting his own back for when Himself ratted him out after his double bypass for smoking and eating butter cookies on the side of the house. Neighbor got royally spanked by Neighbor Wife for that one!
It’s much too early to be up on a Saturday, but between Himself snoring right in my ear and Pratchett playing his “are you up? are you up? are you up? pet me! pet me! pet me! can I eat your arm if you don’t pet me, can I huh?” routine it was just easier to get outta bed… and Himself wonders why I fall asleep during Battlestar Galactica, sigh…
Cawfee. Need cawfee…
I’m glad I checked Zeldadog’s ears before we went for a walk. There was a HUGE **tick **latched on in there. Now it is in the septic tank.
I need to nuke the woods from orbit, just to be sure.
Well, that was stoopit. The cover over the return vent in the basement came off. All the dust that **FCD ** is creating down there was sucked up and recirculated upstairs. I will be dusting for weeks.
Rats.
I am not a happy camper. 'nuff said.
Ticks? Ewwwwwww!
This is what happened when I tried to get a few pics of the little meeper (so-called because it swims around going “Meep! Meep!”) before work this morning.
I didn’t manage to get any of the baby as close as I wanted, but I did get this and this.
I’m considering changing my name here to Angry Swan!
That is the best Angry Swan picture EVAH! You definitely need to enter an animal photography contest with that one – you’d win hands down! Bwah!
Yay for Blaze! That’s a nasty looking incision, but here’s hoping it heals soon and he feels much, much better.
And an extra yay for hot firemen. Yumm, hot firemen. :: drool :: I’m glad your stove is basically undamaged, however, LiLi. That must have been scary.
You want dust, FCM? Come to my house. I swear, every time I open a window, the entire house gets coated with a layer of dust. That’s in addition to the dog hair that gets laid down no matter whether windows are open or closed. I have never lived in a place where the dust piled up so thick and so fast. It’s really aggravating, to say the least.
I have a Dorland’s, but it’s still not quite as big as my Black’s Law Dictionary. Neither of which I use any more since the internet because such a fast and useful source for reference questions small and large. But after what I paid for them, I’m sure as heck not getting rid of them!
I am up after going to bed very early and sleeping for many hours until I started feeling semi-human again and then getting up and having a lovely pretzel log from the Amish market for breakfast. A cheese log. Imagine, if you can, the best homemade soft pretzel dough in the universe, rolled out thin and wrapped around homemade Amish mozzarella cheese, and then deep-fried briefly and sprinkled with salt. Probably not low calorie/low cholesterol, but few foods from the Amish market are, and frankly, I neither know nor care! But I’m actually feeling half-decent for the first time in several days. The past two days, I kid you not, I have been so tired I could hardly hold my eyes open all day long; I have no idea what caused it, but I’m certainly glad it’s decided to move on. That is no fun.
We are starting to get some weather, too. Thus far, however, even though we have had two – count 'em, one, TWO – rumbles of thunder, Rusty is still calm and not even breathing fast! I am stunned, I tell you. I’m sure it will change as the day progresses, but he has improved SO much from his younger days that it is truly astonishing. Poor baby, he just doesn’t understand how enjoyable a good thunderstorm can be.
Off to do something constructive.
My parents don’t so much visit as invade. Dad is asleep on the living couch; mom is “resting” on the family room loveseat.
My mother, for reasons known only to herself, has brought me 5 extra chairs. I asked her if she wanted to exchange the chairs (that is, take 5 different chairs back with her)–she refused.
What in hell am I supposed to do with 15 dining room chairs? The table only seats 8!
Oh, and the French teacher called right before the soccer game (so we were late) because Daughter’s cords for FNHS were FedExed to her house instead of the French dept and she wanted to know when I stopping by her house to pick them up. Say what? I am not stopping by (a suburb a good 30 minutes away) anywhere. Luckily, Daughter can meet FT’s husband (who also teaches at the HS) at the HS at 2pm to pick up all 3 of the cords and then we get to deliver them to the other kids. wtf? I know, I know–I should have said no. I am usually assertive but this one blew by me. Gah.
Stay tuned for more graduation stories.
Gee, rigs, too bad you don’t live closer to me - my daughter has a table, but no chairs for it. Alas…
The dust upstairs is settling. I changed out the furnace filter and **FCD ** covered the return duct. Of course, the downstairs is a dusty terror. After it settles some, I’ll get down there with a broom and start cleaning it up. My studio is going to be a mess to clean - *someone * started cutting concrete without covering my pots. Oh well, they’ll all be clean for the next show.
SIL is, amazingly, sleeping. The concrete saw and shop vac are not quiet. Daughter has a phone interview for summer camp counselor probably on Monday. Sounds like she may have the job - they’ve gotten the info to her fast and replied to her phone calls an emails almost immediately. It’ll be weird, tho. She’ll be living at summer camp for the next 8 week, and we get custody of SIL. Gonna be interesting.
I’ve got some chickie tits thawing for supper - gonna make a quice pseudo-stir-fry, I think. Quick, easy, edible - what more could the fambly want??
Oooh, graduation drama. Fun!
I have to go buy a kennel for Olive’s flight, and I need passport pics too. It’s a lovely day outside.
Maybe I’ll have people over tonight - I want to cook lamb stew, but I can’t justify cooking something that feeds six people just for myself.