Just like good old Uncle Al (the kiddies pal) I NEVER forget my medicine. 
Actually now that I think about it, it could be Maryland. Or some place north of VA near DC or something. All I needed to know was BG-W to sell me on the whole thing. I am sure we’ll have more info after (someone grab Mooom in case she Swoooms) COASTERBASH!!! this weekend.
Which is odd in that it is among the very few no-coaster events among the coaster enthusiasts. Go figure!
Your pills are arranged in little boxes with the day and time marked on them.
Remember, if you don’t take your medicine, you don’t get better.
I would love to go somewhere this summer, seeing as I didn’t have much of what could be considered a “vacation” last year other than a few day trips to Ottawa (which were still enjoyable.)
A problem is that I’m looking for work, and if (when?) I find a steady job, they may not give me time off for a vacation. But we’ll see. I could always go to Ottawa or Toronto for the weekend.
Ottawa is 2 hours away from me by bus or car, and Toronto is a 6-hour drive (a little less by train.) One time, I mentioned that I was selling my handmade items at a craft fair, and someone from Jamaica said “Hey, I have relatives in Canada, maybe I can send them to see you.” I asked him where they lived in Canada, and he said Toronto, and I told him that going to Montreal from Toronto was a bit too far to be convenient in this case.
No plans at all except irk. I will try to visit my family around Thanksgiving again. Once a year is plenty.
I have spiffed da cave and have a beastloaf ready to go in the oven. Thus, I have adulted today. Go Me!
ETA: Mac 'n cheese ready to be baked as well.
I do winter vacations. (At least to the extent that somebody who’s retired can do a vacation.) I just returned home yesterday from a month down south.
Home at last. Supper will be poke chops and packaged N.O.T. au gratin. Don’t judge - I work all day! 
I’ll also steam some broccoli.
When I got home, **FCD **was in his shop running some aluminum thru the table saw (he has a special blade for that task) but he wasn’t using a guard. The front of his black shirt was covered in tiny little chips of aluminum. He told me it was his version of stripper glitter. I told him he’d better shake the shirt out and keep that crap out of my washer!!! And used the damned blade guard!!!
Men! Sheesh…
{{{Nettie}}} glad you are feeling better. It sounds scary.
Mooommm I have no idea how FCD is going to keep metal shavings out of your washer and dryer. I think he just created his new shop shirt.
The sun has peeked out today, which was an odd experience after so much grey. I need to come up with a brilliant plan for dinner. I am still thinking.
Happy Moanday all.
**Sunny **- he’s pretty successful with taking the shirts outside and shaking out the shavings. It’s interesting when he comes up from the shop - nekkid. :eek: That keeps chips out of our carpet, so yay!
I’m doing 'shrooms-n-onions instead of broccoli - it’s smelling yummerrific!!
We have supped. Leftovers for tomorrow even, so win-win!
MOOOOOOM he could come up from the shop nekkid and covered with stripper glitter. See, there’s always a bright side. 
Well, the lawn mower’s in the shop getting oiled and sharpened for the grass-cutting season. Asked about buying a new bag and was told the bag is about $50 and the frame to hold the bag is another $50!?! Think I will do some exploring on-line first.
Did manage to get a can of paint in from the garage and buy a couple stirrers, so maybe…maybe…I’ll get the painting done tomorrow. Or not.
I now depart to seek sustenance elsewhere, as the larder is empty and shopping isn’t in the plan until Wednesday (maybe McDonalds? :p)
Groceries have been gotten.
I wish they would call me when they are out of something.
I hope tomorrow isn’t as gloomy as today has been.
We sent my cousin a box of chocolate dipped oreo cookies as a thank you for helping Sah-son with his business assignment.
He got an ‘A’ on it, so everybody is happy.
I don’t understand his business professor though. He always takes a few points off, then leaves a comment about what a great/thorough job Sah-son did. Maybe he is one of those people who just can’t give somebody a perfect grade.
I finally gave Ripple the drawstring bag I use for my irk supplies. I made that one so it’s just a plain little cloth bag.
He chewed it a little, not enough to hurt it any, and now is sleeping with it between his paws.
He’s such a little goof.
I swear though, I think at some point in time shar pei were crossed with mules and honey badgers.
I got my health insurance straightened out today.
The online system kept rejecting my payment, which is due Thorsday.
They had a system problem but it’s all fixed now.
Chicken nuggets and potato wedges for dinner. It’s always lunch or dinner on grocery pick up day, depending on what time we pick them up.
Jane Smythe, just think of the MMP as the corner bar. There are retired folk shooting the breeze, discussions of whatever ball is in the season, rundowns of our daily chores and meals, yays, boos and WTFs.
Mooooom, it sounds like FCD needs a washing machine in his shop. If he’s nice, he can dry them inside.
The only concrete vacation plans that I have is a long weekend for a blues festival in Mississippi in July. Everything else will be planned a little more on the fly.
I was greeted with a stack of irk at irk this a.m. The second shift counting crew is taking over some checks of product for me so that I may find a better answer to a receiving issue. I’ll be so glad for month end. On the home front, I may take Friday off to go to renew my driver’s license. Silly me, I didn’t even remember it was that year until I brought it out for ID for tax purposes. Oops! Here in Tennessee, you renew your DL in years when your age ends in 0 or 5. Mine’s been expired for almost two months now.
Alaska cruise. Whale watching, panning for gold (Mrs Cleaner’s idea) unlimited drink package…
T.G.I.M.!
Had a martini, and made spicy Italian burgers with Provolone and sauteed peppers, onions and chilies.
Welcome! We’ll call you Sarah. and see below:
An inch?:eek::eek::eek:
With Flytrap playing the part of the raving loon curmudgeon.
We don’t really do vacations anymore. The last two I took were to visit dying relatives. 
They’re all dead now, except for one aunt, my dad’s sister, who I love dearly and Wifey is real fond of also, so we might go see her soon. The rest of my family, with a very few exceptions, are a pack of judgemental fundies who think I’m satan’s minion. I don’t care to see them ever again.
Wifey is gone off to one of her meetings and I’m on my own tonight. That means I get to make something for dinner that I like but she doesn’t. Tonight I chose tuna noodle casserole. I got everything out, or, as the mavens on the food network call it, my ‘mess-in-place’, cooked my noodles and stirred everything together. I didn’t have a can of cream of mushroom soup (don’t judge), but I looked around and found a can of cream of celery and a small can of shitakes, and all was well. I thought. A few minutes ago I pulled the casserole out of the oven to put the bread crumbs on top and looked over at the island, and saw… the cans of tuna. I hadn’t put them in. :eek::o
So I stirred them in and stuck it all back in the oven. It’ll be fine.
This getting old business isn’t for sissies.
Bumba, guess you were unwittingly making Tuna Surprise (there is no Tuna in it-Surprise!!). I had money left over at the end of the month so I treated myself to Logan’s Roadhouse. They took their meatloaf off the menu several months ago, but they still carry it for dinner, you just have to ask for it. Fairly stupid way to do business, but my belly is stuffed so I’m not complaining.
Now to check tomorrow’s Schlock Mercenary cartoon and send out some e-mail.
Dogbutt, take your damn pills. :dubious:
Last year I let my tag expire. Birthday in September, only discovered in Feb after a base ticket. :smack: