'Ullo, all. Am physically and emotionally exhausted–the memorial service was an hour and 45 minutes, followed by the luncheon at a local pub/brewery which lasted ditto. It was open bar, but I’d be asleep now if I had had anything to drink, so ixnay on the drink. I am back from the grocery and ready to drop.
The memorial service was very nice–it was fitting and dignified and funny and captured Marge well. I did have one :eek: moment at the luncheon when a woman came up and gave me a big hug and talked to me all about her MS (no idea who she was) and ended our time together by giving me yet another squeeze and saying, “I know your grandmother is so proud of you right now.” Um, really? She’s been dead for a decade at least… :dubious: We figured it out–one of the granddaughters had a dress similiar to mine: white background, with blue and black pattern. Mine is circles, hers were slashes. So, really, they’re not much alike at all. Plus, the granddaughter is 20; I’m about to be 46; granddaughter is heavier than I am, with long brunette hair.
Whatever…
I wish it’d rain/storm/tornado and just get it over with. It’s so humid and heavy and ominous out there.
Rebo: Boo on guests who create work and inconvenience! Why wouldn’t you want a car? Why would you rely on your host? Grrrrr. Dinner at 9pm? Where do they think they are, Spain?
Taters–you’re pretty! I like your hair.
Off to nap. Then launder #2 son’s clothes, pack him up and me up for tomorrow. Laters!
Tried to mow at 6 AM today, a stopped to go to wreck. By the time I got back, it was too hot to continue. I’m heartbroken.
Went to Wally*World for groceries, and ende up treating my cashie for a muscle strain in her leg she got while hefting the cat litter.
Lost another foster kitteh overnight. Hansel must have wanted company, Spaz. Oh, and get used to the idea of burning vegetation 'round Greenvegas, dear. It’s time for a hurricane dance.
GT, I had one of those “OMG I am an adult!” moments when MamaTigs told me they were getting the new washer and dryer…and I got jealous! I can’t imagine, as a kid, giving a rat’s behind about it. The best thing about the last place I used to live was the lovely front-loading washer…sob
Evenin’ all. It’s 93 degrees here in Bean-town today. Ugh. It’s hot. I have 20 degrees to donate to whomever wants it. Luckily I didn’t have an asthma attack walking to the post office. Went to Tar-jay to get some essentials and some non-essentials. And all of my Father’s day cards. Frickin’ cards are expensive what the heck is up with that?!? Anyway, home and napped. Is good.
Bea-yooo-ti-ful hair Taters!
VBob you always have to be rescuing someone, don’t you?
gt last summer, I had one of those stupid things sting me twice through my shirt. It was awful. I had a big rash on the underside of my arm that took its time going away. I liberally applied benedryl stuff to it for a week at least. So owwwy and itchy. I’m sorry you got stung.
I shoulda joined the fire department instead of frittering away all those years in engineering school. I wouldn’t be fabulously wealthy like I am, but I’d’ve saved half the country by now.
Okay, the downstairs is clean except for Jet Swiffering the floors. I think I’m going to have my son do it. I want to get some of the upstairs squared away and make sure my master suite is presentable in case someone is using the powder room upstairs and someone else has to use the bathroom.
My family messy dangit. It took awhile to get through everything downstairs. Of course, it would go faster if I had some HELP.
Sigh, back to work I guess. I still have to fit a shower in all this activity too. :o
Ugh, I just got back from lunch in the city (well, Somerville). We got to have amazing southern style bbq, but it’s way too hot to digest properly.
I will chug more water.
Taters your new 'do is indeed very flattering.
We are probably going to have to get ourselves an air conditioner soon, at this rate. Thankfully most of my house tuns into a cave when the shades are drawn.
Ok, I’m still not going to type too much. Last night my arms and especially my wrists were aching so bad that I couldn’t sleep. I figured out why today, though, I had two lunches two days in a row that I had to carry first down a flight of steps and second down a hallway. The first one was lunch for 20 and the second was lunch for 30 (both including 2 liters of pop). Ouch. Trying to get out of cooking for the day, hoping that TVMan will take us out to dinner or at least order in out of sympathy.
gt ouch! Hee… yellow jackets. See, I’m a UGA grad-yoo-ate. GO DAWGS!!! Needles to say our biiiiiiiiiiiiiiig rival is Georgia Tech (AKA North Avenue Trade School. Any Etlanner Mumpers/Dopers will get the reference). GT’s nickname is Yellow Jackets. Thus, yellow jackets are the vilest creatures evah!
OH… lest I forget… this is an
ogbligatroy drkunen ptso.
Much sgarina and breevrasege heav bene cusmoned.
Fortunately, this has not interfered with my insistence that JoeDawg maintain a strict regimine. As a matter of fact, right now he is receiving MANDATORY skritches as I post. He is, of course, miserable but, I insist on strict discipline as long as he is in da cave.
HMMMMMMMM… I’ve been offered another piece of lemon icebox pie. Just wtah I nede to sbore pu!
No kidding. It’s been two years without one. I just need to remember to talk to the insurance people about if they’ll cover cutting down the two dead trees that threaten both mine and my Adopted Parents’ house.
I got a sudden craving for a Frozen Treat today (gee I wonder why?) so I got some orange sherbet. Mmmm, orange sherbet.
swampy, you’re too strict with JoeDawg. How many skritches can a pup endure?
Taters, you’re very cute. And I like the hair.
I’m meltinggggg. It’s not even that hot yet but I’m meltingggggg.
Hmph. Nat has spontaneously decided that bedtime routine no longer works at all. So oh joy, we’re back to me nursing him to sleep at night until we can figure something else out. Getting a little tired of him crying for an hour every night.
We just watched Silence in the Library. It was good. Mr. Lissar found some weird online clip of a couple of Doctor Who fans chloroforming Peter Davison.
Nothing to report, really, except that I discovered that without TV, my life is a news black hole. My mom just dropped the following bombs on me: Hillary Clinton no longer in the running for Democratic candidate (therefore she is voting Republican, because she’s subservient to my father and he isn’t going to vote for a “nigger islam terrorist” :rolleyes:) and that a bunch of tomatoes have been recalled, which explains why two whole rows of produce at Wal-Mart were covered with avocadoes today).
I told her that I had tomatoes on my sandwich at Subway today, and I would be registering to vote for the sole purpose of canceling hers or my dad’s out. I had avoided it before so I wouldn’t have to worry about jury duty while in school, but I don’t care at this point.
Odd. Even though mousie is the last post the CP reports chaoticbear as the last poster since the share identical posting times.
Hooray for bear’s crazy mom and mousie’s tronics’.
Apparently I’m causing trouble again in ATMB.
Your resident troublemaker (even when he doesn’t mean to), beebs
Is good.