I quoted this because one handed typing is hard, also Happy Tater Day
Ouch, blurf and Moanday
Jim
How’s the finger? Probably a bit premature to be concerned about wound infections, but be vigilant nonetheless.
:smack: I just noticed the typo. Now both Jim and I look stoopit
Paver layage did not occur today. Glazing has continued. I’ve got color on my steampunk “snowman” thingie. I also did a bunch of scales on another monster jar - it’s sitting out to dry before I can put glaze on it. I’ve decided that this will be a single-fired load, so the glaze is going on the greenware. I have to be very careful while glazing, but it will save at least 2 weeks, so there’s that. After I have some lunch, I’m going to put some color on my steampunk elephant - purple, I think. 
The other two indeterminate pots are going to get geometric designs because I don’t feel like doing anything else to them. They’ll be freeform and colorful and shiny.
So that’s been my morning.
That’s OK, rosie. We’re tolerant of stoopit. After all, we let **flytrap **hang out with us.
<snerk>!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TATERS!!!
Happy Moonday, all! NM has been right warm the past few days; after today, temps should go down and by the weekend will be in the low 70s with the possibility of rain. Of course, they’ll say there’s a possibility even if it’s only a 10% chance. I’m hopeful, though, and keeping fingers & toes crossed. Well, maybe not toes! It’s usually cool enough at night that we can turn off the swamp cooler, so that’s a good thing. I finally got a fan, too, and that’s helped out a lot - it’s better than having the swamp cooler on for long periods. At least that’s what I’m hoping. I guess I’ll find out when the next electric bill comes due.
Jim, yikes about your finger! :eek: I hope it will be okay!
Hope everyone has a good day today. 
Almost laundry time.
Food gas and shelter 1st. the rest can hold on.
Capt’n, ouch! Thank God it’s not a flesh wound.
rosie, don’t worry, Mensa won’t revoke your membership, just because you misspell a word.
Nuts wins the wild animal encounter portion of the MMP hands down! Ain’t nobody toppin’ that one! :eek:
Irk is well irksome but could be worse, so there’s that. Just lookin’ forward to tonight.
Happy Kayla and KaylaAunt[sup]2[/sup] Day!
Ok, back to irk. Sigh.
I’ve got a ton of wild animal encounters! I used to live in Alaska. So you can imagine some of the wild animals I was able to see. I lived on post at Ft. Wainwright Alaska. In our backyard we had bushes of pussy willows and that is one of a moose’s favorite foods. So every spring when the snow would start to melt I would have probably about 5 to 6 moose in my backyard I could see staring at me through my bedroom window. Also in the winter time there was an arctic fox that would wander into our neighborhood and my dog Serena, who was a chow chow, would take mouthfuls of dog food and leave them by the fence so that the Fox could eat some of it and they would talk to each other. It was hilarious. I’ve also been able to see wild bald eagles here in Memphis and in Alaska. And one of the most exciting things that I’ve ever been able to see in the Wild West orcas on a clipper ship tour from Seattle to the San Juan Islands. I highly recommend this if anyone has a chance to go. And once on a ferry trip from Anchorage Alaska to Seattle we got to see some orcas right next to our ferry boat and so close that you could feel the salt spray coming out of there blow holes. I was blown away with how awesome that was. I’ve also scuba dived off Pensacola in the Gulf and seen reef sharks, barracudas, and tons of other fascinating sea creatures. And my absolute favorite wild animal encounters of all time were the couple times I went with my dad to Crystal Springs and Two Sisters springs in Florida to snorkel with the manatee. I will never forget the feeling of having a manatee come up to you and just stare you face to face and nudge your hand and seeing the babies with their moms in the most crystal clear water you will ever swim in. I also had the unfortunate experience of seeing a small juvenile alligator while I was swimming in those same spring waters and literally flipping out so much that a passing group of people on a pontoon boat had to help me out of the water before I flipped my dads canoe trying to get away.Lol
Happy Moonday!
It’s a bright, sunny, breezy, cool day today.
I have so many wild animal tales. My father’s favorite form of vacation was camping and I had a horse for years. I’ve spent lots of time outdoors.
The first that came to mind though
We used to go camping on the Shenandoah River is WV. We usually camped right on the river so the place was crawling with black snakes. Anyway, my father, uncle, cousins and sister used to sleep in the big tent. My mother and aunt slept in the van. I (and my friend if she came along) slept in a little pup tent, that was so small my feet would hang out the bottom.
There was a bath house down the road and we’d all hike down together to use the potty, take an ** ICE COLD!** shower, brush our teeth, etc.
A leisurely hike, no hurry because after all we are camping.
One day we are all heading back to our camp site and we hear a blood curdling scream
from my Uncle Carl.
Uncle Carl was a big man, 6’3", well over 200 pounds of muscle. He worked for the power company, back in the days when they had to climb up the poles, and he was an ex-Marine. He had a lantern jaw and a neck like a bulldog, not a man to trifle with and HE is screaming like a little girl.
He had gotten back to the camp ahead of us and what does he see?
The back end of a bear sticking out of the open flap of the big tent.
He said the bear backed out of the tent, stood up on his hind legs, looked at him, and then turned and ran off into the woods.
Later that night, after we were all in our sleeping bags my father came out and asked me if I was alright and and asked my friend if she was alright. Then he tells us we need to be quiet and not make too much noise. We could hear this rumbling sound outside our tent and of course we have our knees to our chest so our feet aren’t hanging out of the tent. It was a long sleepless night for the two of us.
In the morning we found out that a skunk had come by and the rumbling noise was my uncle snoring.
Happy Birthday Taters
Happy Multi Kayla Birthdays
Happy birthday, taters! and the kaylasdad family.
One of my wild animal encounters involved a skunk at work. When I worked graveyards on the weekend, there was only me, my crew of five and five security guards for about six hours a night. That meant it was quiet enough for Pepe the skunk to come out of the shrubbery to play.
Most of my crew went out together for breaks in nice weather (and any weather for the smokers), so he didn’t bother us. One of the new security guards, however, surprised our nocturnal guest one night and became perfumed for his trouble. After much horking and some respitory distress, he was hauled off to the local ER. The company called the pest control guys and we never saw Pepe again.
They better didn’t. There’s a big party in Boston this summer I plan to attend
My only wildlife encounter worthy of mention is from when I lived in the woods, and opening the door at Passover to welcome the Prophet Elijah, to find a very large raccoon on the front porch.
How about grammar?
:dubious:
Way to save $ on the b-day parties, kaylasdad; one cake for ½ your relatives. 
I was on the bike trail last week; there’s a small stick, maybe 2½’ long & ¼-½" thick in front of me & a guy coming towards me. Since he’s coming towards me, I can’t go into the other ‘lane’ to ride around the stick. Well, since it’s not big, I’ll just ride right over it. Except, as I’m about to go over it, I notice a pattern on it. Not a stick but a snake. I felt bad…but he was jay-slithering.
Another time on the same trail a bird went thru my frame. Don’t know how but didn’t hit anything, the frame, my legs, the cranks. Absolute perfect timing!
Howdy from da cave! I had to leave the orifice to go check up on somebody in the local forty. When I was leavin’ from there I made the executive decision to head to da cave bein’ as it was the same distance from where I was to either the orifice or da cave. Have laptop, can irk from home.
I spent a lot of time on an uncle’s farm as a cub. In addition to all the farm animals, it was no thang to encounter skunks, ‘possums, raccoons, deer, wild hawgs, and assorted other wild fauna. It was always an I leave you alone, you leave me alone understandin’.
I shall head on over to the church house around fiveish to help with set up. OYKW says he’ll wonder on over around five-thirtyish to ready the grill. He kinda likes doin’ that so I say, have at it.
flytrap did you offer the raccoon wine?
spidey HEE! jay-slitherin’. This amuses me greatly.
Hell, he took the whole bottle of Manischewitz.
Son of a bitch dressed out at 25 pounds, easy.
Wow, thanks for the birthday wishes! Also, happy birthday wishes to the kaylasdad clan!
Whew! Finally got to come back in here. I refused to come in here while my browser flashed malware warnings at me.
I opted to take my birthday off. It’s a milestone birthday after all. I’m a whole half-century old!
I’ve had one sort of hair raising wild animal encounter. Many years ago I was hiking alone up in the mountains. I had heard some crashing around in the brush, but it didn’t phase me until I came around the bend and saw a bear standing in the middle of the trail. I was probably 100 feet away and had just barely cleared the bend. Just a little way off was the cub. Luckily, the wind was blowing in the right direction. I very slowly and quietly backed down around the bend and then quietly, but quickly hot-footed it a bit down in the direction I had come from. After about 30 minutes or so, I quietly walked up the trail and peeked around the bend. The bears were gone and I cautiously proceeded on my way.
I’m not doing anything real exciting today. I am just enjoying having the house to myself. My husband took last Friday off and surprised me by driving us to the Jeep dealership to “look”. Yeah, no one just “looks”. We drove off the lot with a brand spanking new Jeep Grand Cherokee Overland. I love it. It’s my first ever brand spanking new rig. We got what we wanted for our trade in, and got a really good interest rate on the loan.
Saturday, my friends threw a little get together for me and gifted me with some nice prezzies. They were absolutely mortified when they realized it was my 50th birthday. For some reason, they thought I was turning 49. They told me if they had known it was my 50th it would have been a huge shindig. I told them they were being silly and I was just happy to share my birthday with them.
Welp, looks like it’s time to get the next load of laundry out of the dryer.
Did he taste good when you roasted him?