I finally got a chance to check out the photos and videos you posted, rosie. Thank you! They helped me feel better after what’s shaping up to be a challenging week. I hope your back is feeling better soon.
I’ve got to admit, I’d be a bit nervous asking Madame Olga to tell me what she sees in her crystal ball…
Happy Tuesday. rosie’s sig to all,
Bri2k
I do believe someone requested Mumper’s Recipes. Hint, favorites is (are?) our friend (friends?). 
I make muy mucho nummy jambalaya if’n I do say so myself. In the spirit of kitchen domesticity, I also made up a beastloaf for tomorrow’s dindin.
{{{kanga}}} been there done that with my own father, may he rest in peace. Dementia, Alzheimer’s or otherwise is a bitch to watch somebody go through.
::stares into crystal orb::
I see … I see … I see my hand through this thing and it’a really freaky looking!
blrf
Stayed up late watching the game, then did some drunken Wii bowling. Tired today.
Cat and couch time tonight.
Sounds like a really nice car, Shadow!
Hope things start goimg better, soon, Kanga. Hugs.
I’ll take some apple crisp, too, FCM. 
Long day at work. I really don’t like having it be dark when I leave work. Silly lack of Daylight Saving Time,
Hugs all!
GT
To save you the trouble of looking for it:
Rosie’s Potatoes
From: Dolores Reborn
6 red potatoes, sliced and parboiled for about 3 minutes
1 cup milk
1 tbs butter
1 tbs corn starch
½ tsp salt
¼ tsp pepper
2 green onions, sliced thin
¼ lb velveeta, cubed
4 oz sour cream
Preheat oven to 350°. Spray a casserole dish with cooking spray. Place sliced potatoes in dish, and add a dash of salt and pepper. Mix to season all the potatoes.
Over medium heat, whisk milk, butter and cornstarch until thickened. Add salt and pepper. Be careful not to scorch the bottom. When it starts to get thick, stir in the green onions and velveeta, heating slowly to melt the cheese. When all melted, remove from heat and stir in the sour cream. Combine thoroughly, and pour over potatoes.
Bake about 40 minutes until golden and bubbly.
Or something similar in Spanish.
I WANT TEN!!! Christmas is just around the corner and I can think of lots of people I would like to go fork themselves. STICKY send me a PM and a check could be arranged. Remember to include shipping.
Had a very interesting and productive day at the hoarder-house; possibly my last but I’ll get to that in a moment. Out went two more car loads to a church sale, 36 bags of rubbish and one more pick-up of metal. I have now been in the basement bedroom and have walked two sides of the living room bed. And one small kitchen is basically just normal messy. I am quite proud of me.
I am learning that much of the good (read “possibly valuable”) things have some real issues. I got to the Edison and when I opened the top I almost cried. Someone in its past had removed all the cool original works and replaced them with some stuff from a 50s vintage electric turntable. And not good 50s but the really cheap shit. And not just replaced but butchered the old wood in the process. Found a late1700s/early 1800s Bible Box with lovely hand carved wood and inlays in the living room – crushed flat by a toilet that had been set on it. There is no doubt in my mind there is some real value in this place somewhere but ----- its behind furniture or in crawl spaces that won’t be seen unless the place is basically emptied.
The executor and I had a nice coffee and talk when we left there. I’m willing to go ahead on the same basic deal I got now - We donate the cheap stuff of some value rather than see it go landfill. But the total project will need 6 months with me basically doing one full day a week there. And the furnace looks really really iffy. And she is a dear but in her early 70s and the stress of all this shows on her. My suggestion to her was that she resign as executor and pass the headache on to someone else. One of the relatives is living there and his “kid” (who is in his 30s) and other “grandnephews” of the deceased are the heirs. Let it be their frikkin problem!!! I told her that as long as she wants, I’m hers and I’ll do everything I can. But before the real winter hits and pipes burst or something this could just be the moment to cut and run. She loved her friend but not to the point that she needs to care for two more generations of a family that isn’t hers. Local churches win, heirs win, local theater groups win (vintage clothes for costumes) - and once all is said and done she gets 10% of nothing for all her work trying to get this mess out of the red and into the black. I’ll understand if none of that matters and she sees it through but -------- I had to say it.
Found out her (the executors) daughter told her basically the same thing last week. And she’s realizing that its probably very true.
She’s going to think about it and let me know.
Irk went extra innings. More irk tomorrow.
{{{{{taxi}}}}
{{{{{Kanga}}}}}
What’s the “blurf”? Is that our new meme?
So, now that the weather’s turned cold, the farmer’s market isn’t as fun. Not as much stuff, and when I commented on the wacky shapes the cucumbers had taken on, I got snarled at. Had not realized they had so much pride in straight cucumbers.
The puppy was, as always, a big hit, plus I found a place that does custom dog collars, another place that sells homemade shaving soap and brush (Xmas idea for younger bro), and a local, “slow food” butcher.
My day-late MMP is a confession of personal stupidity.
I went into the city today. I had a bunch of things I wanted to do. One of them was I wanted to watch a movie (Saving Private Perez) which was showing at 7:30. I was also planning on eating at the Joe’s Crab Shack which recently opened.
So I was going around and taking care of things. I stopped at Joe’s Crab Shack and had a good meal. I checked the time when I left the restaurant and saw it was a little before 6:30. I was thinking that the day was moving along but I had time to make my last stops before going to the theatre.
I finished my other stops and got to the theatre a little before 7:20. Bought my ticket and went in. And I was surprised to see the previous show was still in progress. I figured it must be a longer movie than I expected but even so I was surprised they were going to be running the shows so close together. But I settled in and watched what I assumed was the final minutes of the movie.
When after about ten minutes, the movie was still playing I realized something was wrong. And that’s when I had a thought. I had changed all of my other clocks last weekend but I couldn’t remember changing the clock in my car dashboard. And I realized it was not 7:30 as I had assumed but only 6:30.
Yay! The stuff I ordered came today and it was mostly free 'cause I used part of my gift cards. You know how when you wear your winter jacket for the first time and discover money in the pocket? The cards were like that because I was sure I’d used them ages ago. Now I have holiday goodies for family and a grill pan I’ve had my eye on.
The only bad thing was the tea kettle is too green. The picture totally lies. http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/images/B002LVWC9S/ref=dp_image?ie=UTF8&s=kitchen&img=MAIN&color_name=5 Now I’m going to obsess for a while.
Lots of shopping to do tomorrow-- Target, Best Buy, Staples, PetCo, Michael’s, and groceries. All after I go to the hospital for records and my doctor. Anybody need anything since I’m going?
So why zombies all of a sudden? Did I miss a memo? Maybe we’re tired of vampires finally. I’d have thought werewolves, then zombies, but zombies do have a sort of joie d’vivre. Heh.
NEW? Hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha! I started it around here many years ago.
Blurf is the first unintelligible thing you mutter upon waking up to start the day.
Blurf.
Up, caffeinated, off to irk.
Good Mornin’ Y’all! Up and caffienatin’. YAWN 'Tis 53 Amurrkin out with a predicted high of 80. Get this, though, tomorrow’s predicted high right now is 65. Must be Fall!
Other than that I got nuttin’ right now. I need me some more caffiene and rumbly tummy must be fed. Then, alas, irk purtification must commence. Le Sigh.
Happy Hump Day Y’all!
Today sucks.
Chilly here this morning - low in the high 50’s with a high of 68°. Should be an awesome sunny afternoon!
Despite a certain brat of a canine waking me at 3:22 this morning (yes, I looked) I managed to fall back to sleep eventually (after my sweetie left for work) and I slept till almost 9. I’ve showered, donned clothing that’s appropriate to be seen in public, and I’ve finished breakfast. Go me!
As for blurf, it’s exactly what it sounds like - several steps below “What a great day to be alive!!!” but not quite as bad as “Kill me now. KTHXBYE.” Today, I have no blurfage - I feel pretty good, and I may actually do a few constructive things. The biggie is to build a lasagne for tomorrow. I’ll also run the vacuum and maybe even wave a wet mop over the kitchen floor. If the sun breaks thru the fog, I have some liriope I want to plant at the base of the mailbox. We’ll see how that goes. I’m also going to move all the aquarium stuff downstairs and fill the corner it now occupies with firewood.
Here’s a generic question, since I don’t want to go into all the dirty details: When someone’s long-time live-in SO ups and leaves and you actually think it’s long overdue and the best thing that could have happened, how do you say (with kindness) “I’m sorry you’re hurt, but you’re well rid of that bitch!!” or sentiments to that effect? My personal opinion is that the aforementioned bitch took advantage of a kind-hearted person for far too long - years - and good riddance to her lazy ass… I’ll be seeing the kind-hearted person soon and I don’t want to say anything to make it worse. If it matters, both parties are in their 50s and divorced.
I think I’ll add another chore to my list - bake a cake. Yeah, that’s the ticket.
Happy Wednesday!
I am NOT joking; I have actually used a line from the Reverend Billy C Wirtz
“Remember always, it’s better to have loved and lost than to see your former PE teacher on Dateline ------ or to have lived with that psycho bitch one more day!”
I have an advantage over you, though - I am known far and wide for saying things most people just think.
A slightly related line for times when someone talks about how much prettier Person X is than their SO is “Remember, for every Super Model out there, there is some guy who just couldn’t take one more day of her shit”.
Still.
I’ll get back to you, ruble, later today or tomorrow about my fantastic forks.
MOOOOOOM I think about all one can do is tell the person you’re sorry for their hurt and just be there. Then, when the person is not lookin’, everybody can do the Snoopy happy dance cause the psycho bitch is gone.
I am at da cave. I went on a home visit with the intention of goin’ from there to da Burg for an event this afternoon, but, of course, I forgot sump’n at the office so I gotta go back there. Since I also felt hongry I snuck by da cave to make a sammich. Now I gotta go back to the office then up to da Burg. Life is hard!