Yeah, I looked into those, but they’re just too tiny to be of use, especially with bedding and towels. I also asked building management about possible apartment installation, but the cost to redo plumbing and electrical would be astronomical.
IIRC, they were $7.68 for 2 18packs of large. Last week the entire egg cooler was cleaned out except for the designer eggs that were OMG expensive. We went early today to try to beat the crowds.
Dang - ours are $7-something for a single 18-pack.
Cara cara oranges are back so I haz a happy! FCD has been dozing on and off in his recliner. My freezer burned hunk o’ cow has been in a low oven since noon. Guess it should come out. I foresee soup makeage. Maybe beef stew too.
That’s what hubs paid last time he bought eggs. I thought that was a little excessive so I made a deal with a neighbor…$4.00 a dozen with a dozen free for every bag of spent grain. He also wants me to give him some left-over whey because he thinks that would be good for their shells. I’ll probably just turn it into ricotta for them. That is easier to store and transfer and takes almost no time at all because the pot was already used for other cheese making and the whey in it is already close to the right heat.
I want to get some chickens of my own but hubs is all debbie downer about the idea. I suggested getting a goose to protect the chickens and hubs just noped that idea right out of the yard.
When he was a dumbass 10 year old, he went out in his grandmother’s yard and kicked one of her geese. It was very traumatic, he was almost pecked to death before getting back inside. Where was his mother and grandmother while this was happening you ask? They were standing on the screened in porch laughing their asses off at him because they had both told him to not mess with the geese.
You’d think a big strong man like him would have gotten over it by now…
Dang, but I get it. When I used one, I was single with a full sized bed. I could pile up my sheets and towels for about a month before making the dreaded run to the laundry as long as I had clean unders and work clothes.
The Missus bought two cartons of eggs last week. I don’t remember how much she said they cost, but they were cheap. Also, they’re ‘medium’ eggs… about half the size of the ‘jumbo’ eggs I buy. We each bought a carton of jumbo eggs last month, and ISTR they were like six dollars. 
But I’ve bought jumbo eggs since then, and I think they were back down to about 3 clucks.
Groceries have been procured! Not only did the bakery have some no-sugar-added apple turnovers*, but chicken fries were in the freezer case again. 
They’d been out of those for a while. There were four bags in the case: I showed admirable restraint and thoughtfulness by only getting three of them.
*I might have eaten one as soon as I got home. 
I once moved into a townhouse where mail was delivered to a group of boxes in the middle of the neighborhood – you know, those big metal things with individual keyed mailboxes. The property manager never got the mailbox key back from the previous tenant, and their initial response was to try to make me be the one to deal with the USPS/pay for a new key! I pushed back on that immediately.
(They are tied for #1 Worst Property Management Company with the place that “accidentally” disconnected my utilities and then tried to refuse to reimburse me for the reconnect fees. In the #2 spot is the place that tried to bill me for their realtor fees after I moved out early…even though I’d paid the full rent amount, and they’d agreed [in writing] to everything. I had to threaten to hire a tenant lawyer to get that one to go away.)
You’ve had quite enough excitement for a while!
Howdy Y’all! We have supped and cleanded up the kitchen. For some reason, I tend to make more of a mess with shrimpies 'n grits than with other everyday meals. Anywho it got done, so there’s that.
Oopsie you’ve had some messed up property managers over the years. I was lucky enough to always have good ones in the years I lived in apartments. Now I am my own property manager, so I have no one to complain to when the property manager is bein’ a PITA. The only experience I have had with chikin fries are those nasty things BK makes. ICK they are.
FlyBoy looks like they did an excellent job with the base. What does the missus plan to grow in her greenhouse?
JtC hee about the goose story. They are mean ol’ critters. They are tasty, however. Poor GG, already to be attacked and no attacker!
I have an aig supplier, i.e. someone who has lots of chikins. I get medium and large brown and white aigs for three dollahs a dozen. Plus I get an extra dozen cause I always return the cartons. Plus I sometimes get extra aigs just because he likes us. Or maybe it’s because the chikins are bein’ extra productive. Never look a free aig gift in the mouth or < snerk > BUTT! < snerk > as the case may be.
MOOOOOOM y’all deserve some major chillage.
She said something about getting flowers from The Green Barn (a place in Lynden, about 10 miles inland). She likes begonias, which she likes to call ‘Patagonias’. I’d like to put a pot of tomatoes in it, maybe.
The foundation does look nice. As I said, it’s 8x8. I ordered the 6x6 greenhouse, but when I look at my Amazon orders and click on the link, it shows an 8x6 one. That could be problematic. But I checked the box, and the box says 6x6, so we’re OK.
Happy birthday boo!
{{{doggio}}} My heart goes out to you.
Nice work shoe.
yank, glad that things are progressing on the truck front and that you’re feeling a bit better.
cookie, one of the deal breakers when I was looking for an apartment the last time was washer / dryer hookups. (the other was pets allowed). I don’t regret it a bit.
JtC, the story about your hubby and the goose reminds me of my cousin Scott and my grandfather’s goose Herkimer. Granny, Mom and the aunts all stood in the kitchen laughing.
Irked, came home, baked mini-muffins for a group going away snack break tomorrow and chilled.
Stay safe and healthy y’all!
Hubs used to be a body guy. Then he was an Auto Body guy, then Auto Body Repair Specialist, then suddenly he became a Collision Reconstruction Specialist. I think he had Restoration in his occupation title at one point or another but I lost count after a while. Anyhow, on to another reason hubs doesn’t want geese…
Bad people liked to break into auto repair places and steal stereos and such from the cars. This didn’t make the owners happy so they built higher fences and brought in dogs. People climbed or cut the fences and if the dogs got bored, they ate the cars. If the bad people got bit by a dog, they sued.
The management at one place he worked put up concertina wire and got some geese and it was one specific person’s responsibility to be sure the building was clear and then release the geese. That person did his job and cleared the building from front to back, then locked and set the alarms, released the geese and left.
While he was in the process of clearing the building, one of the car sales guys came back in for reasons so ended up locked inside. Then he went out the back way to be attacked by the geese. The door had already auto locked behind him and the gates were locked so the car sales guy was so scared and being beat up so badly that he climbed the fence and got caught in the concertina wire and then the alarms went off which scared the car sales guy into dropping his phone.
No geese were harmed in process, but the car sales guy had to get some stitches and a tetanus shot after the fire department rescued him. Pictures were taken and shared on the local news.
Apparently this just helped reinforce hub’s decision to never EVER get in pecking distance of a goose if he can avoid it. Specially now that he’s too old to run like the wind, LOL>
I heaved, I napped. I’m having some Tullamore Dew.
Thanks everybody.
Mine does the “sullen teenager embarrassed by mom” buzzer. Which unlike a sullen teenager, I can turn off.
Looks like a good start.
Glad there’s some positive moment on the truck, and the Plague, Yanker
So sorry about Alex Catt Doggiooo
Still no energy. Just puny. Sherry stayed home from irk today and cleaned the house. Bless her. My friend arrives tomorrow afternoon. I still have a few things to do in the morning if I have the energy.
Nettie I’ve been watching the World News and the weather woes y’all are having. It’s never ending. Hope you continue dry and powered.
Stay safe all.
Evening all. Despite my best intentions, never made it to the gym today, got feeling tired around 2pm and while I fought off nappage, couldn’t work up the ambition to head out. Really need to get back on schedule. Went to a new sub place (John Smith’s Subs) for dinner and was not impressed, Jersey Mike’s is still my go-to place. I did complete the Wednesday NY Times crossword puzzle today, so at least some of my brain cells are working. Some internetting and some reading are tonight’s goals.
Butters, hope your energy levels pick up when you friend arrives and you head out to sea.
flyboy, looks like the foundation is good; looking forward to the completed project.
JtC, I feel for the the car guy, nobody should face the wrath of a mob of geese. We have a large flock at the pond near the soccer fields, and parents, coaches and players know better than to disturb them if they’re on the fields…and loved VBC leaving GG in the lurch to go talk to the birds…
I don’t eat eggs, outside of when they’re mixed into the food I’m eating, but not straight. So no idea what the prices around here are.
My washer quietly shuts down and trusts me to eventually find that it has completed it’s tasking; my dryer, on the other hand, has a very harsh buzz that can be heard anywhere in the house. I’ve learned to live with it.
Cookie, trust Laundry day wasn’t too onerous. And while I’m not a seafood eater, that sounds like a big feed–enjoy!
Ok, need to finish the evening’s internettin’ and finish up some reading before bedtime. All y’all take care.
I had a text conversation about liquid parafin earlier this evenin’. Who says I don’t live an innerestin’ life! That’s the stuff we use in the candles The gist of the convo is, yes I will deal with the shipment on Sattidy while I’m there, and, yes the box is heavy (a box with two two gallon containers), so don’t try to move it yourself and I will move it usin’ hand trucks.
Why do we have hand trucks at the church you ask? Well, how else am I goin’ to move heavy boxes of liquid parafin around?
JtC poor car guy! I have giggled for five minutes over that story.
The anti-Karen: I went to the grocery store after the gym. I was in the self-checkout section when a woman said to the staffer, “No. Tell me you did NOT put back my groceries! I told you I was just going to get pizzas!” He got kind of huffy and said frozen food couldn’t be left sitting. But she was smiling, he felt bad, and it turned out her whole cart had been kept chilled. He offered her the next open spot, but she said pleasantly it was OK, she’d wait her turn. I was done and said, “All yours! I warmed it up for you.” She said, “Thanks, darlin’. God bless you.” And I realized everyone was smiling. 
I love people like her.
I got a dozen eggs for $3.79. Still a cheap source of protein.
I had one of those. Made me wish we were nudists, but that wasn’t a thing in northern Montana, especially in the winter.
Oh, lawd. I’d have kicked a dent in it. I want a dryer that says in a Barry White voice, “Come on, baby. I’m warm, I’m ready, and I need you, darlin’.”
JtC, another funny GG story to share with my daughter. Thank you!
Ugh. I’m on his side. When we moved into the last house I owned with my ex, one of my teen-aged son’s friends said, “Hey, did you know you have chickens in that coop?” Yep, the previous owner left us 13 hens and a rooster. Nobody wanted them, so we were stuck. They were dumb as dirt, as endearing as IRS agents, and a lot of work. Between foxes, one of our dogs, old age, and their own vicious natures, they only lasted two years. I spent most of that time making omelets, angel food cakes, and frittatas. We never butchered one, but they loved to eat chicken, the little cannibals.
Can’t you and OYKW take turns griping to each other?
That sounds like something you’d say. Clearly you married the right woman.
OK, now you HAVE to share!
Yeah, but it was a used car salesman who knew better than to come back in the building when the lights were off. He also got all the memo’s about the geese, plus should have noticed that some of the office folks were sharing food they had baked using goose eggs because they were loud and proud about them. The office folks probably wouldn’t have been pecked and beaten with big wings.
I really like geese and think that if we had geese, they would love us and be happy to see us and then hubs might get over his fear of them.
It took much time for hubs to be able to tell me the story when it happened because he kept cracking up, then wiping his eyes and trying again. The Autobody place actually used a pic of the salesguy hung up on the fence with geese honking under him in their advertising for a few years.
Nope, no roosters. Three chickens only. They will be pets who will force me to get up off my fat ass and go outside and care for them a couple of times a day, no matter what the weather. They will give me something to shop for and fuss over and take to the vet to have put down when they are old and tired.
I have come to the realization that I only have about 20 years left in me and there is no reason I should die thinking “I sure do wish I had been able to have chickens at least once in my life.”
Yep, kid and goose stories are the best!
I’ve wanted chickens for years. The fancy kind, that lay blue eggs. (Don’t even, chicken peeps; I am well versed on who lays what color eggs. I’m making it simple, because MMP is not the place for Auracana vs Americauna, and those gorgeous Morans and what they do when crossed with brown-layers, and … etc. Don’t get me started.)
Anyway, chickens were on the to-do list, the year Other Shoe and I got sick with West Nile and the world went to hell.
Well, “world went to hell v 1.0” … he didn’t live to see world going to hell v 2.0 (the Covinator) but I sure did.
Up, caffeinated, and sheveled. Off to heave.
So you’re going to hen in a handbasket?
One time when Maggie Wonderbeagle and I were walking through the greenway, we turned to go over the bridge over the creek, and at the same time a pair of Canadian geese and their 3 rather large offspring showed up at the other end. There was a full 2 minute staredown between us, before the geese decided against reenacting The Battle of Stamford Bridge, turned left and crossed the creek by water.
Good morning, folks.
It’s rainy here, at the moment. It’s supposed to last about all day, too. It’ll be getting up to around 52F. It’s currently 46F, so, not that much of an improvement. At least it’s not foggy. Last night, when my daughter left for work (Around 10pm), the fog was so thick, she could hardly see enough of the road to drive. It took her forever to get to work, but, that’s ok. She knows better than to try to drive at the posted limit, especially when it’s like that. She said that visibility was practically zero. She was a nervous wreck. But, she got there, safe, and unsound. I’m thankful for that.
I’m feeling so lazy. My own fault. I need to get off my fat arse, and do something. I have a load of laundry to get started. Towels. Ugh. My dryer is stealth. No buzzer/dinger/beeper/noisemaker. It’s not like I could hear it, anyway, since I’m half deaf.
I have to go to get groceries this morning. That’ll be happening in another hour, or so. It’s a ‘big’ week, meaning, it’s shopping for the week my hubs will be getting home, and restocking his supplies, as well as groceries for here at home. So, I have to have two carts. I always tell my daughter she’s got to push the ‘bitch cart’. 
This is after she’s worked all night. She probably secretly detests me. I can’t blame her, though.
Oh, when I got eggs, two weeks ago, I got the generic eggs. Large. 18 count. They were $7.07. Good grief. I’m not looking forward to seeing what the price is today. We’ll find out, since I need more.
I need to go pick up my Rxs this morning, too.
That’ll be fun. 
Ok. I need another cup of coffee, and then I need to get presentable enough for public. FML. I detest public.
Have a good day.
I have no intention of ever having chicken, but I was wondering what those “free” eggs would cost when you figure the cost of the birds, their enclosure, their feed, the vet bills, and the time spent caring for them and cleaning up after them. I’m guessing it ain’t chicken feed… (I made a funny!!!) I also wonder if (hah!!) the Amish raised the prices of their eggs - they were always higher than in the store.
Last day with Tobias this week. SIL was telling us earlier that he’s eligible to take Tobias to the day care on base - maybe I’ll be out of the babby-sitting business? It would be good for him to spend time with other kids - I probably spoil him just a little. But for now, no changes - he’s still mine 3 days a week.
FCD has to take his mom to her cardiologist today and she’s got a dental appointment next Weds. I hope they check and cancel any appts they’d made for FIL - I canceled 2 for him in the last couple of weeks. I expect those little loose ends will linger for a while.
And when we were discussing some of MIL’s things that are still here and whether she’d want them at her place (like the spinning while FIL made for her) FCD informed me that the hammer dulcimer is ours! It’s a beautiful piece of work and I just need to find a place to put it. Right now, it’s wrapped in a comforter on the dresser in the guest room. The hammers are still at the apartment somewhere, as is the tuning wrench. That’s another thing - I need to figure out how to tune it. And to play it. But it’s gorgeous., and once it’s set up. I’ll post a pic.
Last night, I shredded the beef that had been cooking all day - it smelled yum and tasted pretty good. Today, it will become part of a biiiiiiiiig pot of soup. Or maybe tomorrow, considering it’s impossible to cook with a toddler around. MIL sent 3 containers of beef stock - she’d bought a bunch when she had a bunch (she was organizing her pantry and found them) so some of that will go into the pot.
And MegaMillions is up to $1.35 billion for tomorrow’s drawing. I need to gas up my car anyway, so I’ll run into WaWa and get some tickets. It’s my turn to win, dammit!
Happy Thursday!!