Fridge is cleaned and restocked. Washer and dryer have not stopped in two days. The beds have been freshly made. Next up we are going to tag team the kitchen cabinets while they are empty of food. The dishwasher is constantly running. I just need to re stock the little bathroom since I cleaned it goood last weekend. Even though they say soap and shampoo and toiletries are ok to be gassed I bagged em up anyway. They make a special nylon bag and sell them for 1$ each. Near as I can telll it looks like a giant turkey oven roasting bag.
When all is said and done my house will be cleaner than before. It’s not all said and done yet though.
After the cabinets then we will vacuum and mop the floors and then I will be done. Frigging termites.
I don’t know how many of us Mumpers pray, but I just learned of a baby at our church that needs prayers.
His great-grandmother is a friend of mine at church, and this child, her first great-granchild, has been badly injured. The boy was born just over a month ago. Yesterday his grandmother, my friend’s daughter, was carrying him and she slipped on a low step, striking her elbow against the rail. The nerve pinch popped her hands open and she dropped her grandchild. I saw him two week ago, when he was in church for he first time, so cute and so little. He was LifeFlighted to Kansas City I think, where he faces serious surgery on his head.
Please, if you are the praying type, the boy needs them. Even if you aren’t a believer, I believe that God would listen anyway. Or send good wishes up, whatever you do. I can’t imagine how my friend, her daughter, and the child’s mother, her granddaughter are feeling now.
Holier than I was this morning. And I have some chicken and turkey soup simmering for later. No real recipe - just using up some various things from the fridge and freezer. Most times that stuff works out pretty well and it never goes badly so it isn’t a bad choice for a slightly gloomy Sunday.
Temps are like around 60 and tonight its expected to be the 30s and snow. One of the coming hours the temps are expected to drop 10 degrees basically in that hour. And interesting front from the south is how the weatherman worded it; the second Confederate invasion of Pennsylvania is how I would put it.
Mom, Cite please. That story comes around every so often and has always in the past been proven to have originated with some far right ‘news’ sight that specializes in alternative facts. I probably won’t want to invest the time it will take to chase it down to it’s scummy origins though. I don’t have the energy today. Wifey has a cold/sinus infection/the plague and I finally succumbed in the middle of the night last night. Runny nose, cough, sore throat, head ache, general feeling of having been drug through a knothole. Much chillage will occur today.
Now we’re gonna go watch Satiddy Night Live on the DVR.
**Bumba **- I have no cite - I know it’s total bull. I’d call it totally hilarious if there weren’t so many who cling to it as absolute truth. It just seems to be the current favorite talking point of representatives who are booed by their constituents.
Gotta drop the car over at the shop so it can be serviced tomorrow. I get to drive the truck to work. rah.
Pot roast is done, but neither of us is hungry, so it’ll be tomorrow’s supper. The car has been dropped off. The dishwasher is empty. **FCD **has had his hair cut.
Time for some knittage.
It’s been a pretty good weekend. Too bad tomorrow’s Moanday… <sigh>
Fluffy Sam Antha is washed, dried, and due for a major brushing tomorrow. While I was in a cleaning mood, I also shampooed the carpet. Then I lost 5" of hair. My head feels much lighter now.
Class act that we are, we went to that paragon of fine dinin’ known as Three Squares Diner. We both had hamburger steak with mushroom gravy, one of their higher end selections as it comes with a green sallit, choice of sallit dressin’, fries or smashed N.O.T., and Texas toast. We opted for fries and ranch dressin’. We even got the fancy club crackers instead of just regular saltines. Didn’t ask for 'em but our waitress brought us eight packs of 'em. We felt so special!
Baker prayers headed out for that baby, poor little feller. Hope everything turns out alright.
wetone gay bingo is just like regular bingo except the prizes are f-aaaaaa-bu-lous!
butters, not all termites are bad. You would have liked my late aunt’s blonde chihuahua, Termite.
I’m feeling somewhat better. Once the digestive issues were cleared up, it took a while to get the blood glucose stabilized. That required getting into the emergency chocolate stash.
I did laundry, then went to the grocery store. The truck swerved right and the engine cut off. I ended up at Tir Na nOg, so I went in for a pint(or 3). ;)
Valentine’s Day is fast approaching. Some of you are known for procrastinatin’, so in an effort to keep you out of trouble with your significant other or the person you are currently stalkin’, I’ve found some cards. After all, no one can produce a better Valentine’s Day card than the Puritans. No need to thank me. I do this selflessly as a public service.
It’s the one bingo that will never be welcome in a RC church; which is why it uses a temple.
It is the main fundraiser for the local gay and lesbian community center. Basically normal bingo but with special games like “aim for the hole” and “top or bottom”.
