Anyone know what to do w/ about $450 of foreign currency?
It was my understanding that damnyankees are people from the North that go down south & for whatever ::shudder:: reason decide to stay there instead of going back to civilization. :dubious:
They are not right in the haid. For example: Doggio. :eek:
I have a shower/tub combo in the hall, & a tub & separate stall shower in the master bath. None of them has a shutoff that I am aware of other than the main one for the house. :smack:
This is especially :smack: since both of them in the master bath back into a closet. How tough would it have been to put a cutout inside a closet wall? It’s not like it would be seen by a lot of people.
O - M - G!!! :eek: The Horror!!! :eek: :eek:
(I just agreed w/ flytrap on something.) :eek: :eek: :eek:
Spidey, the correct term for those folks are snowbirds, I believe. And being from Ohio, I guess I qualify as one (albeit I didn’t move here for the weather; I did it because my paycheck moved here and I had gotten rather attached to that paycheck…)
As for the great water discussion, my toilets both have shutoff valves, but for the rest of the house I have to go outside to shut the water off to the entire house, as spidey notes.
No, they are entirely different. “Snowbirds” just go down south (Flori-duh, mainly) to get away from the cold winter. Since there are so many congregated they have the trappings of home, like good delis. However, once the weather warms up, they return to a normal habitat.
No, they are entirely different. They just go down south (Flori-duh, mainly) to get away from the cold winter. Since there are so many congregated they have the trappings of home, like good delis. However, once the weather warms up, they return to a normal habitat where the only mention of the word “grits” is some beehive-hairdo’d waitress on a classic TV station rerun, & shrimps are eaten the way they’re supposed to be; cold w/ cocktail sauce or in scampi!!!
No.
Snowbird: A Northerner who moves South during the winter, but moves back in the summer.
Yankee: Someone from a state north of the Mason-Dixon Line.
Damn Yankee: A Yankee who moves South and never leaves.
And no more hockey till September.
Good Mornin’ Y’all! Up and caffeinatin’. YAWN ‘Tis 70 Amurrkin out and clear (almost daylight) with a predicted high of 92 and mostly N.O.S. for the day. I foresee quality cee-mint pond time this afternoon or later this mornin’. First though, I shall tidy up the place a bit in anticipation of the invasion of THE MIGHTY YARD GOATS. We shall sup upon majik intartoobz pizza.
MetalMouse I looked over that list of team names and have decided that Rumbling Rubber Ducks would be a great team name.
Now I need more caffeine and to feed rumbly tummy. Then, onward into the day. Rah.
TGIF!!! Here’s hoping the work day goes by fastly. I have to boil 2 dozen eggs for deviled eggs, and I want to build a meatloaf for the freezer. Plus I have 2 hunks of poke loin that I intend to cut into chops, tho I can do those this weekend.
As for team names, how about:
Galloping Gophers!
Raider Raccoons!
Screamin’ Lemurs!
Kind of grumpy again today because somebody woke me around 3:30 to let me know he was back in from going potty. I suppose I shuld be flattered that he thinks enough of me to let me know that he is back in safe and sound.
It’s a chilly 61 degrees outside and supposed to warm up to 82 and be cloudy today.
In addition to picking up groceries, we also need to mow the front postage stamp as it’s supposed to rain all weekend.
Nothing special on the agenda today, then again there never is, I lead the most boring life and I like it that way.
Thanks for the good wishes y’all! Romeo made a tasty pineapple upside down cake (Juliet Jr. helped) which we enjoyed after going out for pizza. Pretty low-key. I got a few antique broaches to wear to work for my birthday.
I love vintage/antique broaches. I hate wearing bracelets and I have a kind of big neck, so necklaces don’t always sit right. But broaches are perfect.
Just have to get through today, dealing with the shock that Anthony Bourdain committed suicide. Wow.
Howdy Y’all! I got cleanded up, put on goin’ about the public clothin’ and went to Sam’s for a couple items as well as to gas up twuck and to fill up one of the biiiiiiiiiiiig lawnmower gas cans. I adulted. That is enough of that for one day.
Blurf Tis one of those days already. I couldn’t find my keys and spilled a cup of coffee while getting my first cup, banged my knee pretty bad. I shall just sit here until time to go home. I probably can’t hurt myself just sitting here.
Afternoon all! Irked this morning which was all screwy; got stuck in traffic for the show, which is on all weekend, so got in 20 minutes late, then someone told a bunch o guests they could have a 1pm check out time in a holiday home that had someone else coming in any time from 2. :mad: all the office staff say not it wasn’t them, might have been the owner, who was out at the fair. Wound up sitting round for an hour, waiting for them to go, and they were really grumpy and snappy at us about being rushed.
I’d just got home and started finishing off lunch, when someone posted on the local Facebook group that they appear to have a swarm of bees, and could anyone come and collect them…?
So, yeah… Just got home for the second time, having partly pulled someone’s porch roof to bits, their- fully enclosed- porch is still full o’ bees, but I’ve got most of them in an appropriate box, and I’m keeping all my fingers crossed that the rest of them join them. I’m going back at dusk to collect the box, and it looks like I’ve got a shiny new swarm!
Luckily I didn’t have plans for the weekend! They seem like a good-natured colony, no aggro at all, though they had started building comb, which means they had decided that the roof cavity I took 'em out of was their new home. Normally that’s when they start getting defensive. Could change, but a good sign.
Yeah for new swam Nut!
Yay for Firday. Next week the school year ends and I am very happy! For now, I am returning to my nice dark room for hiding from eveeeel sunlight and resting up from my exhausting morning chivvying children. By their ages, I got my own self dressed, fed, and to school, on time. Granted we don’t let kids walk quite so far by themselves as they used to… I may have to get one of those alarm clocks on wheels that runs around the room until you catch it.
How did you convince the bees to enter the box, and why will the others follow rather than the captured bees return to the others and their partial comb? :dubious:
Basically, it’s a game of capture the queen. There is* one queen in the swarm. A colony can make a new queen, but a swarm can’t; it has no eggs, no larvae, and without her, there is no new colony. Where she is, they will follow. The bees that know where she is will produce a pheromone which tells the others ‘Hey! Over here!’ and the others should come in and explore their new home. Maybe start measuring up for new curtains. It might take a while, as they’re all a bit confused, but they should all work out where she is and join her. I didn’t actually see her, but from watching their behaviour, I’m pretty sure she was in the box.
Plus I’d taken the floor out of the place they’d tried to set up home in, making it not so attractive as it was.
I didn’t convince the bees to enter the box, I held the box under the swarm and knocked them in. Literally scooped up handfuls of bees and put them in.
The only risk is that she decides she doesn’t like the box I put them in, and decides to leave, in which case they leave too. It’s unlikely, they don’t like flying without having a place to go, and Queens don’t really like flying far. In fact, most of the time they can’t fly, they need to diet for about a week to be able to fly with the swarm. But right now, she can fly, so there’s always a risk.
*sometimes you’ll get weird little swarms with multiple unmated queens. I don’t think it’s one of those.
Nut, have fun not getting stung. Hope the new colony thrives.
Butters; good plan, unless the roof caves in…
I will admit it was somewhat mistaken in the use of the term snowbirds; but around here (N. Ali-bama), there are so many damnyankees (due to the US Army and NASA and the associated jobs) who’ve moved here that I tell people they have to go North (to Tennessee) to get a good Southern accent anymore.
Watering the yard since there hasn’t been any rain this week (bet we get a storm by Sunday). Otherwise mostly chillin’ with the Sudoku puzzles.
