I hate moving.
Moving… humm… does moving into a hotel for a week qualify? We had a sewage flood in the basement last Thursday. I’m home for a few minutes now to pick up stuff we found we needed and rescue the computers. We aren’t supposed to be in here long since it’s not just our …contamination…
Our sewer is connected to the neighbors before the city. Their house is 5 feet higher than ours. They flush, we flood. :eek:
The remediation people can’t come until tomorrow. It’s going to take “a few weeks” according to Servpro before we are fully back in the house.
The kitties are freaked out because we only come in for a few minutes a day to feed them and clean the litter boxes.
Hubby’s in the bedroom giving them some quality time while I move the computers to a safer place.
At least our home owners’ insurance is picking up the hotel.
picu :eek: That’s all I can think of to say, or rather emote.
gotti you made remember sump’n. A former partner (who thought he was findin’ somebody better so he left and is now miserable, hah!) said I could never make the bed right. It had to do with the fact that I could not place all the little froo-froo pillows (hate those things!) on the bed in the right order. One time I managed to do it right however. He had been gone all week and wanted to know why I hadn’t slept in the bed all week using the fact that all the froo-froos were in whatever the right order was. Never did know what that order was.
So I took the Stop & Shop chunky chicken salad that Peapod delivered, chopped up some green apples, celery, and walnuts, added dried cranberries to that, then mixed in the chicken salad. It’s tasty - If I were a patient woman, I’d have started with rotisserie chicken i cut up myself and made a tasty dressing, but for a quick fix - it’s pretty good.
Home - YAY!
Since **FCD **and I have been married, we’ve had 6 addresses in Florida, one in Virginia, and 2 in Merrylande. He has had several additional marina addresses when he was living on the boat away from me for school or work reasons. Most of the moves were DIY and not fun. I don’t feel like counting my Navy moves since I really didn’t have to do anything for any of them. Pre-Navy, I had 3 addresses - the apt in San Diego where my folks lived when I was born, the 3rd floor of my paternal grandparents’ house for a couple of years, and the first place my folks owned where I lived till I left home.
I’m not OCD organized, but I do have my preferred organization. For example, I like things on certain shelves in the pantry, but I don’t need to have the canned fruit stacked and aligned alphabetically. I tend to group things logically - baking stuff together, pastas together, critter chow together. One thing I am fussy about is how laundry is folded. And that’s mostly so that the items fit into the drawers/closet shelves with minimal cramming.
And I gotta share thisagain for those who didn’t see it on the last page of the last MMP. It’s too eerie not to! 
Happy Monday. Eleven stoopit work days to go till my weekend.
OK, that’s a big checkmark on “reasons Yul Brinner looks better completely bald”. I mean, if you’re an actor and looking like Putin can land you a nice job then great, but as Brinner isn’t going to play Putin any time soon, ehr… eww!
Maybe Vladimir Putin could shave his head and play Yul Brynner! 
Tonight is men’s night at the church house. Steaks are marinated and beer is a’chillin’. YUM!
Weird thing for the day…
When I opened that my thought process was ‘yum… wait what? Oh, right, it’s that pose.’ For some reason I like the Kubrick Stare in totally the wrong way.
Went out to lunch with Rick on Saturday. Got a package from Japan. This obi and this haori came. They’re even cuter in person.
For the record, I’ve moved 12 times in 4 years. Plus moving one priest into the church, and moving C and ex-rommie into this place in January. I still haven’t fulfilled my vow to burn everything that won’t fit into the Escort.
Spaz, if you lived in a holodeck, you wouldn’t have to move anything, just transfer the house file to the new holodeck when you move. ^:dubious:^
Interesting threads in a facebook group for those of us who grew up in a particular Lawn Guylindt town in the 60s and 70s - they started with shared memories of the locale - what’s changed, what hasn’t - it’s devolved into posting quotes from commercials and TV shows and I’m sorry but I find it difficult not to politely correct all the incorrect lyrics and such. They’re not going to want me at the reunion party this summer if I keep it up
As a kid, I moved from Ft Sill, OK to Springfield, OR, then to Furth, which was an Army installation in Germany, then back to Ft Lewis, WA, and then to Tacoma, WA.
After I left home, I moved twice to different apartments in the same city. We bought our first house in unincorporated Pierce County in 1990, and then moved to our second house in just a few blocks from the first house in 2003.
I’m sure we’ll move again, but it probably won’t be for several years.
It was a long day and actually, I’ve got a long three weeks ahead of me. More bullshit at my job. I’m just sick of it, but I"m not going to go into it. Frankly, I’m just too tired.
I should get some kind of dinner going.
Steak, chunky sallit*, steamed spareguts and bizkits for dindin. Oh and beerverages. ‘Twas a good dindin with lots of good company. We chip in three bucks each each time to pay for whatever sides beside steak (or whatever meat of choice one may bring). The buyer of said accompainments collects whatever money he spent for stuff and the rest goes into a “kitty”. The last time we used money from the “kitty” we purchased an awning to go outside the kitchen door by the grill area. Looks like we’re amassin’ funds again and thoughts are towards purchasin’ some memorial bricks in honor of several who have passed from our midst to go in the memorial walk out by the Labyrinth. The cool thing about that is, the money spent actually goes to the church buildin’ fund. Personally I see that as a good cause.
*chunky sallit… y’all might remember me talkin’ about my good friend Ron who died last November. This is his sallit. Basically it is any veggies one desires cut up in chunks. The only rules bein’ there must be onion, some kind of tomato and one’s favorite Eyetalian dressin’ but if Eyetalian dressin’ oogys ya, another kind of sallit dressin’ is fine. Bonus if’n it includes chunks of whatever kind of cheese ya might fancy. Oh, also, no lettuce. Lettuce (meanin’ any kind of leafy veggie) of any sort is an abomination unto chunky sallit. This last sentence is a proclamation directly from Ron and must not be violated. I don’t know what the consequences would be but I am sure they would be dire, so it’s best not to violate said proclamation. Just sayin’.
And on that note…
Nitey Nite Y’all!
I made boiled shrimp and salmon patties, with sliced maters. Teh YUM!
Meatloaf, steamed broccoli and baked potatoes. We needed some comfort food.
Wow, a lot of moving Mumpers these days, aren’t there?
I haven’t moved around too much. Only remember living in one house growing up (although we lived somewhere else when I was born and moved to another house for about a year shortly after that). We also spent a year at my grandma’s in Mexico when I was in grade school, but didn’t really move there (hey, all we really needed was clothes). I lived at home in college (we were blocks away from the school), so I didn’t officially move out until I came here for graduate school. I’ve lived in 5 places here in Columbus, although the first two were apartments that were right next door to each other and were mirror images of each other. I bought this house with an eye to being able to live here for a LONG time. It’s small and one story. The garden is pretty large, but doesn’t really need all that much work when planted correctly. (I’m slowly getting there.) I don’t plan to move again any time soon, but you never know.
Continued good thoughts for your friend and her family, Soapy.
Chunky Sallit has been duly added to the blog.
I had cereal with banana and dried cherries for dinner. It just sounded good.
Yep, pretty much all muscle relaxants, assuming they’ve been prescribed for an acute injury. My employer has an advisory board made up of people who know such things (MDs, DOs and pharmacists) and it’s clear from their discussions that they have very limited usefulness. I would imagine that there are exceptions, but my impression is that they’re limited. My brother is a runner and knows this from the patient end. Not sure if it’s his own or friends’ experience, but, yeah, anecdotal. It appears to me that the docs who prescribe these drugs more heavily tend to be generalists and/or docs who want their patient to believe they’re doing something by prescribing a medication. That was more than you wanted to hear, wasn’t it?
I’d like to be notified when this technology is available, please. Although I’m more interested in it for travel purposes than moving.
Am going off to bed momentarily as I am tired.
Hugs all…
GT
Hmm. Now I have a name for what we ate tonight. Well, almost. You can keep the raw onion. I was just using a tomato and a cucumber that were at the “eat today or toss tomorrow” stage.
I swear, I’m not sure why I came back to the Dope. It seems like everyone outside the MMP is a nitpicking negative son of a bitch. And I don’t even go in GD or the Pit.
Yeah, not much has changed.
But they can be entertaining nitpicking sons of bitches.
Excusez-moi, I am an entertaining nitpicking daughter of a bitch! huff
Ha! We are only slagging sons of bitches here.
Daughters of bitches belong in another forum 