Big surprise here, eh what? 
Awake and tahred - just couldn’t fall asleep last night. There were no booms around here as far as I know - I was just wide awake.
My car goes in for an oil change today and I will put a second coat of paint on the press break. Beyond that, no clue what the day holds,
Happy Firday!!!
next flop of july kopek im paying for you and a cannon or two of your choice …we had some pretty ones this year but the new fad is one thats just a flash and them a boom that sounds like there putting the highway through the sierras again…
I figure after 2 or 3 shots of your stuff the idiots will admit defeat …
Good Mornin’ Y’all! Up and caffeinatin’. YAWN ‘Tis 75 Amurrkin out and clear (I’ll give TWPTB that as daylight is crankin’ up) with a predicted high of 93 (a cool down, brrr!) and a forty percent chance of rain/tstorms/apocalypse. Rain didn’t happen last night so the fireworks [del]idiots[/del] enthusiasts got to make big ka*booms. On the plus side, it all stopped around ten p.m. Today I shall go assist with mowage over to the church house. Two or three of us will be there today and hopefully we shall accomplish all of the front forty. There will be a group tomorrow to take care of the back forty. There is a funeral for a one year old boy (born with all kinds of health complications) tomorrow at four o’clock but all mowage will be over way before that. Actually there will be N.O.L. for the family at two and a visitation at three. Funerals are always sad, but especially funerals for babies.
Now I need more caffeine and to feed rumbly tummy. Then, I suppose I should make myself presentable enough to be seen in public but not exactly purtified. Bother!
Happy Firday Y’all!
Happy Firday!
It’s a cloudy 72 degrees outside, supposed to get up to 88 and rain all afternoon and evening.
Nothing special on the agenda for today.
I’ll try to take the brat to the park since he didn’t burn up very much energy yesterday.
I need to do some laundry either today or tomorrow.
I also want all the mulching done over the weekend, I’m tired of looking at the bags.
I have a load of branches that need to go to the dump, or get cut up in to little pieces so they fit in the yard waste bags.
The truck needs an oil change, but that can wait until Wednesday while Ripple is at daycare.
That’s no fun, unless you are FDR.
“Gentlemen, I want to bomb Japan.”
My car went in for its 165K mile oil change. Turns out it needs front brakes, too. Of course.
Dammit.
Meanwhile, I’m having quality Roxy time. So there’s that.
baker, one of my friends told me that the highlight of Pride a couple of years ago was planting a big kiss on the lips of her wife in front of the WBC picket. 
When I walked Nelson this morning, the neighbor’s two big dogs were out. That’s OK, they’re well trained and have no issues with the little guys (they were raised with a chihuahua). After they went in, Nelson decided that he needed to cover their scent on one of the trees. He hiked his little leg so high trying to pee where a German shepherd and a mastiff had, that he tipped himself over. I couldn’t help it; I laughed until I cried. Anybody want to join me in my handbasket?
There’s a crock of mixed beans on, I’ve breakfasted and am caffeinating. After KP, I’ll shower and head to town to do errands.
Swampy, whya you no sing ‘Happy Birthday’ to Murica yesterday? 
Pssst. See Post #56.
Added some color to an bland & otherwise boring post.
Though I do like this
What a fancy way of saying we don’t want drunken fish. 
Is that some euphemism for choking your chicken? :o
Slept in today; was totally knackered after yeserday’s 14-15 hrs in the hot, hoomid, heat-wavy urban jungle. In some cases, literally packed in like [del]sardines[/del] hot dogs, sweat [del]dripping[/del] pouring off of us, even some people passing out.
Then one woman tries to fight her way to the front of the crowd, “Excuse me, I just want to get up there to get a picture.” Ummm, We’ve been here for much, much longer than you & we can’t get up there to get a picture ourselves & there ain’t no room up there, where the @#$%& you gonna go? :smack: Mr. Joey C beat me by 69 dogs, but then he didn’t have to pay for his.
Even offered to buy Ruble a souvenir from the day- walked past a store in Chinatown that 10 or 12 cleavers sitting in the window! Fireworks were pretty amazing, as they always are, but couldn’t see most of the barges from where we were, which was perfectly positioned for the bridge, so I’m okay to happy with my view.
Was pretty impressed when we were walking along the waterfront in Brook-a-lene, a full seven hours before they were set to begin; there was a row of two to three dozen tripods of photogs who wanted to get a good shot. There was some pretty expensive equipment left out there!
Today is the day Doggio celebrates as it’s his favorite day of the month…the fifth!
Especially if I load steel or bronze wool (terrific visual displays) and/or rubber chickens. I can chuck a rubber chicken almost 100 yards and reinvent vulcanized rubber all at the same time!
Personally I prefer grape or canister shot but --------- those pesky “laws against that sort of stuff” thingy often comes up and …
Part 1: reminds me of Great-Uncle Andy’s joke about the best way to catch fish; all you need is a net, a keg of beer, and a can of peas. You punch a hole in the keg and toss it over the side of the boat and scatter the peas across the surface of the water. The fish will swim around through the beer and when they come up to take a pea you just scoop them up in your net.
Now his actual method when times were hard and people were hungry ------ he had an old Army-style field phone. He would drop the wires over the side (sometimes with sinkers depending on where) and crank the piss out of it generating a charge and electro-stunning the fish. He could them pick what he wanted with little risk to the others. He called it his “fish call”. One of the cousins still has it in his basement den.
Part 2: I got the picture but late. Those are actually pretty good choppers (more than cleavers) and nice to have around. I have one I’ve had for ages and used in the kitchen for general food prep. When my coworker-friend from China was still here I showed it to her and from what she could make out in the marks it was made around 1760 ( :eek: ) and was given as a wedding present. In most parts of China it was sort of traditional as a good-luck-much-prosperity gift given to a bride from a parent. Needless to say I retired it from active service at that point.
Excitement at the dog park today.
When I pulled in I noticed there was somebody in the car next to me. I didn’t pay a whole lot of attention to them other than being annoyed at somebody without a dog taking up a spot at the dog park, and hoping they didn’t notice that I was putting my cell phone/wallet in the glove box.
When I got out and was walking past the car I noticed the people inside were making out. I didn’t want to stare at them, but it seemed to me that the woman was shrinking back from him, but that could have been because I was walking by them.
Then the police cars pulled into the lot. Turns out the ‘woman’ was about 14 and the man was well over 40. I didn’t get a good look at them, but other people at the park had seen them making out on a bench next to the dog park, and then in his car. They said the man looked to be 35-40, but he looked older than that to me. It was people at the park who had called the police.
The police let him go, I have no idea why. The girl’s mother came and got her, she loaded her bike into her mother’s truck and they drove off.
Howdy Y’all! Mowage and other assorted chores were accomplished over to the church house. I got back to da cave around two p.m., showered, made and et a sammich, and crashed for a bit. One of the “chores” I took care of this mornin’ was to place the Cremains of Tuesday’s dearly departed soul into one of the, for lack of a better words, boxes (the Cremains were in a plastic bag and tied with, I kid you not, a twist tie!), put the lid on the box (snaps on) and put it into the proper niche. To put Cremains into the proper niche, one takes two screws off the metal plate over the niche, pops off the plate, inserts the box down into the niche, replaces the metal plate and screws. The screws are Phillip’s heads for those who might be wanderin’. Once the little plaque with the dearly departed’s name, birth and death dates is received, the metal plate is once again removed, the little plaque put in place, and then two special screws are inserted in the plaque and screwed down. The blank metal plates are returnable for a refund to the company that manufactured the Columbarium. Why am I sharin’ this? Cause I had to do this and I want people to know I did this. 'Tis a [del]church janitor[/del] Junior Warden duty apparently. So, I kinda, sorta handled a dead person today except the dead person was inside a plastic bag.
So, what y’all been up to today? 
Spidey Amurrika is like me, we’ve both had enough birthdays and no longer care to have them commemorated in song. That’s my story and I’m stickin’ to it.
Afternoon all. Been a busy couple of days.
Yesterday I went to a couple of places then had lunch with an old friend in Denver before going to the airport. The new Denver Airport is really nice, unless (like me) you have to catch a regional jet flight, in which case it resembles the Bataan Death March. Got on board the 50-passenger jet…and sat there as tunder-boomers moved over the airport causing them to close the gates (so we couldn’t get the final services done). TWO HOURS LATER, we finally left. If the crew hadn’t been communicating with us and keeping us informed, it might have gotten ugly. Finally made it Rapid City after 8pm, and got to watch the fireworks (looks like everybody who could afford it bought some and fired them off). Mother Nature then got into the act with as violent a storm as I can recall–just in time for me to arrive at the hotel. One wrecked umbrella and a set of soaked clothes later, I was safely enconsed in my room.
Today was better, Saw Rushmore, Crazy Horse, and Custer State Park. Was going to Jewel Cave, but they sold out their entire day’s tours by 8am. Wind Cave is closed for repairs to equipment, so looks like my time below ground is limited.
Sari, glad the dog people took the proper action. Bet the cops know about this creep.
To all others, my best wishes/condolences/appaluse…to tired to answer them all.
I have been buying some books online in the last couple of days. All are by S.M.Stirling. I wanted hardback copies of the Nantucket trilogy, and of Conquistador.
I have just about all of his Emberverse series in hardback, which started with Dies the Fire. I liked them up through the first couple of books after the original trilogy, then, IMNSHO, they started going downhill. But I did not give up hope and kept buying and reading them, only to be disappointed. How could such a good writer let the story go bad like that, again, IMNSHO. I am only going to keep the first three, through Meeting at Corvallis, and I am going to take the rest to the used bookstore and see what I can get for them. I can not see myself reading through them again. I loved Nantucket, Conquistador, the Peshawar Lancers, and a couple other of his works so I am puzzled as to why I do not like the rest.
I took my mom to lunch today, and we also went downtown to a popcorn shop. I had bought her a giftcard there for her birthday. This place has all sorts of fancy flavored popcorn. Pricey, but oh so tasty, and however they do it the popcorn stays crisp for quite a while, if the bag is resealed.
Got to make cupcakes tonight for a church women meeting tomorrow morning. Chocolate, with white icing and red, white and blue sprinkles, it still is a holiday after all.
Took the dog to the vet for shots and a checkup today, he needs to lose a little weight but otherwise Mauser is in good shape.
I LOVE BEING ON VACATION!!!***
Daughter, SIL, and Roxy have gone to a fireworks display somewhere in the county, so the house is quiet. I’m going to knit till I can’t see, then I plan to crash. Many chores on the list tomorrow, but tonight is chillage.
My 2011 MacBook Pro has become unstable. It’s in the shop for diagnosis, and for an upgrade to the High Sierra OS. I’m on my 2005 PowerBook G4. It doesn’t have the encryption capability to access my email, or many websites. Even Facebook is in a very unfamiliar format, and is missing things like the Home button. I need to have my MacBook back by Monday morning so I can do my job. My fingers are crossed it will be ready tomorrow.
Glad to hear that Mauser’s checkup was passed with flying colors baker. If you ever bring him to Tennessee, holler and we’ll set up a play date with Nelson for him.
Bought the groceries, came home and took Nelson to the dog park. Not only was there the usual Friday afternoon crowd on the small dog side, but we invited the only big guy ( a Rhodesian ridgeback) in the park to join in the game of tag. A good time was had by all and we took home tired puppers.
The pot of mixed beans was quite righteaus, if I so say so myself.
Just don’t drive in the HOV lane with 'em.
I agree w/ that sentiment.
Thought I was gonna get some ceement pond time; didn’t quite make it there, though. Got so far as just a bathing suit & made it outside, but then passed out on the wicker ‘sofa’ on the covered porch for about 2 hrs. I was tahred.
So the replacement computer of the replacement computer is working. Now I just gotta remember 200 password.:eek::smack:
Spdiey, everything is better after being marinated in bourbon. Especially my liver.
For a moment I thought you were going to say “Amurrika is like me, made for gold lamay and …”…ah never mind. And as I have said before at a certain point the “Happy Birthday” song should sound like this:
