LiLi, not to rain on your parade, but Monday is a holiday, and the doctors around here are all gonna be closed. Stupid doctors.
I’m gonna go eat some dinner of avocado and chips and salsa. Mmm, nutritious. (Avocados were 69 cents each at the grocery store today, and the delicious guacamole I normally buy has jumped to over 4 dollars. :eek: I was gonna make my own, but that would require dirtying dishes, and I’m on dishes strike right now, because none of the dirty ones that I left in the kitchen after my 1-hour dishes spree the other day have been touched. So when someone bitches about there being metric asstons (that’s about 10% bigger than an imperial asston, don’t you know) of dishes in the kitchen, I’ll be able to claim that I didn’t dirty any of them, because I’m passive-aggressive like that.
More hugs for Nava and some for Taters and LiLi and Mr. Lissar’s friend and kai and her daughter and Pie and…everyone.
That tart looks nummy, Haze. Let us know how it turned out. (That’s one of my favorite food blogs, too…)
Very nice futon, Rebo. I love futons; they’re so practical! My living room furniture is futons (a sofa and a chair) and I have another one in the spare bedroom. They’re perfect for a small house.
I had a lovely day. Went to a nursery with some friends and had a blast looking at all the pretty plants. Bought a few, including 3 shrubs. Found a lilac that is supposed to bloom for a long time; we’ll see. Also found a beautiful grass that has star-shaped flowers. They’re almost like lanterns. Very cool. It’s going to go into a bed that had been taken over by some giant blue hostas. I moved them when I got home and still have a small one to move, but it looks like I’ll be able to fill in that bed with some perennials. Yay! I spent 4 hours or so out in the yard moving hostas around. I divided two or three in addition to the two humongous blue ones. I also planted one of the heucheras that I bought (Purple Petticoats - it’s actually darker than it looks in the picture). I also bought Obsidian , which is also darker and shinier than the picture shows. I’ll take pictures once I have everything in the ground.
Tomorrow I’m going plant-shopping for church and will then continue to work in the garden. It’s supposed to rain on Monday; I’m hoping it won’t really (or won’t until later in the day) because we’re supposed to plant at church as well.
Need to find some time to get laundry done, too.
For some reason, I’m very tired now. Maybe I’ll just crawl into beddie bye…
Ugh. I have to go out, but I suddenly feel like I can’t be bothered. But I told New England Gentleman that I’d meet him tonight, and we’re going to this bar to see a friend we haven’t seen in ages and her boyfriend’s band is playing there, so it’s not exactly something I can back out of. I’d really just rather call The Guy and veg on the sofa, but 'tis not to be, alas.
Ah, those cookies. Actually, alas, all I was forced to eat was the homemade chocolate chip cookies my mother kept the cookie jar constantly full of. I had a deprived childhood.
Fortunately for LiLi’s blocked milk duct, cbear, she lives in Canuckistan, where I don’t believe Monday is a holiday. My boob definitely hurts in sympathy, however, even though I’m well past the age of being able to produce milk any more!
Heart attacks can happen to young, fit people – witness the Russian figure skater who dropped dead at age 27 during practice a few years back, or the young woman on What Not to Wear who was a fitness instructor and had a heart attack in her late teens and is now a spokesman for the American Heart Association, or the 23-year-old son of a friend of mine who also dropped dead of a heart attack from a totally undiagnosed heart problem some years ago. Hearts are kind of necessary, it’s important to take good care of them!
{{{Pie}}}
and {{{kai}}} – I’m glad #2 daughter is doing better, and I know how thrilled you must be to have your granddaughter around to spoil a bit. I can’t imagine your life not being brightened by that adorable baby!
Time to get back to work. Sigh. As I feared, I’ll be up way too late tonight getting today’s quota done. Why can’t I make myself work more during the day???
Taters, if Benadryl doesn’t work maybe Tripolon will? I can’t take Benadryl because it throws me for a loop but Tripolon helps. It does sound like you are having an allergic reaction though, so you probably will have to stop taking the diuretic. I missed a lot of the last few days but your rash sounds like when I was prescribed amoxicillin for my ear infection a couple years ago.
LiLi I hope your friend gets better.
And yup, Mama Tigs Monday isn’t a holiday here. It was last Monday for us! Usually Memorial day falls at the same time as Victoria day so we all get the same day off but this year it doesn’t. I thought it was something like the third Monday of the month but I find out it’s really on the last Monday before or on May 24 in honour of both Queen Victoria’s birthday and the current reigning Canadian sovereign’s birthday.
Argh. Guys are aggravating sometimes. Although I have to laugh at myself - I put up with The Guy treating me as second-best for over a year without a murmur, and now the fact that he didn’t call when he said he would irks me.
The band was okay. I hate to say it but all their songs sounded the same - really long interludes of self-indulgent instrumentals. I only go to see my friend - she never comes up to the city unless her boyfriend’s band is playing.
SiL is doing her best to make it clear to all, sundry and whomever else is listening that she does not want to dress her upcoming daughter all in pink. No way, no how. Most of the clothes she already has from The Nephew are in bright colors, any presents for The Upcoming Niece should preferably be in bright colors too, thank you…
But of course some people never believe that those asking for specific things know their own mind (SiL doesn’t just know it, if she wants “the bracelet with blue stones that’s third from the right in the second window from the left in X jewelry,” she wants that one and no other). So the other day when we celebrated my brother’s birthday, a relative of SiL’s brought her these knit baby booties… pink… with a ruffle, amazingly enough no bows… and
on each bootie, a heart made of “swarowskis” (probably fake but who cares)
When the relative was outside of the room, SiL looked at the booties like they were about to crawl out of their box. I did my best to keep a straight face but YUCK!
Morning all. {{{{MMP}}}} Seems like lots of people need hugs around here!
I am at work and have precious little to do, but still didn’t manage to retain much of what everyone said (brain like a sieve today!). I will endeavour to re-read and respond appropriately later.
Mwah! Bye
We had quite a loud thunderstorm a little while ago, very scenic–don’t get too many of those and I like 'em a lot, especially when the lightning is a nice safe mile away… one-one thousand, two-one thousand, three-one thousand, four-one thousand, five-one thousand!
The doggies are most happily crunching beef knuckle bones, one on each side of me. The sound is…disturbing!
Where do I get all of !!!-these, anyway? Guess it’s a Mumper thang…
Just for S&G’s, here’s a screamingly funny DailyKos diary about trolls and the sad state of trollery in general, also a link to one of the funnier sites I’ve seen this week. How many of these guys have you seen around the Dope lately? heh heh…
Good morning! I managed to sleep in past 5:30, so that’s good. When I let the dogs out, Bernie spied a cat in her yard and gave chase, ignoring my commands to return. She has returned from walk-about. I learned long ago to just leave the garage door open because when she goes out the back fence, she makes a big circle, then returns via the driveway. Idiot dog.
I had a somewhat unnerving, borderline erotic dream involving me and a Doper (or former Doper - dunno if he let his membership lapse) and it is part of why I woke when I did. What’s weird to me is that while he’s a nice enough person (we’ve fested together 2 or 3 times, I think) he’s not my type at all. So why would I have a dirty dream about him? In fact, I’m not sure why I was thinking about him at all. Weird. It’s kinda like when I was a teen and I had a much milder (I was naive) erotic dream about Mark Lindsay of Paul Revere and the Raiders. I was a Monkees fan, dammit. I shoulda been dreaming about Micky, not Mark. Sheesh…
I’m having a nice cup of green tea right now. I figgered I’d leave the caffeine for breakfast. The trick will be deciding what time to pop the casserole in the oven. When it’s just me and my sweetie, I decide at what point he’s slept enough. Guess I’ll wait till my daughter gets up and she can poke son-in-law with the proverbial pointy stick. Hope it’s soon, tho. I’m hongry!!
Plans for the day include grocery shopping, finishing the storage area so the kids can start taking their crap down there, and having a budget discussion. I’ll probably toss a load of clothes into the washer at some point. Mostly, I’ll be trying not to end up with a hurt back.
Hugs all around - sounds like most of us need them. Ice cream, too, for medicinal and psychological purposes - ICE CREAM FOR EVERYBODY!!!
Smarty, I’m thinking Swarovksi crystal beads. The booties sound…appalling.
I’m up earlyish, about to go out into the garden for a bit, then it’s off to church, then plant-shopping for church, then more gardening here. Should be a lovely day. I’m planning on ice cream as the finishing touch.
Yick. Crystal-beaded booties. Booties are already appallingly useless, and sharp little beads on them… stupid. I like bright colours for babies, too, since they don’t show stains so much. It’s very hard to find inexpensive baby stuff that’s colourful.
Tomorrow isn’t a holiday here. We had our May long weekend last weekend. The doctor will be taking appointments. I’ve got to book Nat’s next set os shots, too. I will be Not Good Mother in two weeks.
Seriously, there are some crazy expensive baby clothes in this world. I remember this one year, we carried a set of fancy-schmancy easter dresses that were over $100 each (though at least that included the matching hat and diaper cover).
Yep, $100 for a dress that the baby will wear once and will probably puke on within the first hour. Oh, and since they were made of Duppioni silk with embroidery and pplique details, they were
DRY CLEAN ONLY!!! :eek:
(and yes, tons of people bought them at regular price because nothing was too good for their lil’ pumpkins :rolleyes: )
Spent most of yesterday puttering around the garden. I pruned the lilac back, and made a nice arrangement on the dining room table with some of the blossoms that were still in good shape. It smells incredibly yummy in here right now. I hurt all over, though… who knew gardening was such a tough workout?
I’ll be even more sore by tomorrow because I’ve just found out that we’re going uptown today to help MIL with her garden (ostensibly it’s to celebrate FIL’s birthday, but since this is the first weekend in a while with good gardening weather, I know full well that we’ll be corralled into garden duty. sigh.)
OK, off to make some rhubarb quick bread. I got some really nice stalks at the farmers market yesterday.
kai, glad to hear that your No. 2 daughter is doing better–what a scare! Glad that the grandbabe is visiting you.
G’morning and happy Sunday. I am -so- glad that it’s a three day weekend here. It’s been a long time since we’ve had a holiday (like February for President’s Day!); at least the next holidays are not spaced so far apart.
LiLi, Mahna: I can’t believe that people spend that much money on clothes for larval humans, but then again, I don’t understand a lot of the big human sized clothing prices either. It’s insane.
I get to go back to work today after a couple of days of getting back into the swing of things with Acid Lamp; I wonder how busy it’s going to be today at the library, and how many inquiries I’m going to get for where I’ve been for two weeks. :rolleyes: I really don’t want to share that I’ve been helping my mom through chemo session #1 with all the regulars; it’s none of their business and I don’t want to talk about it. I just want a little break where I can get back to what I was doing before my mom was diagnosed and not have to worry about her all the time.
I’m still pretty amazed at how big our garden is getting. The tomatoes are going insane, and we transplanted the strawberries into hanging pots that we’ve got indoors. Hopefully they’ll grow a little better in this, as we followed the advice of a few different books that mentioned it. We’ve had too many failberries lately.
Watched The Water Horse yesterday; glad I didn’t see it in theaters, as I’ve come to refer to the main character as a “failosaurus” and I wasn’t all that impressed with the movie in general. I did, however, enjoy seeing Juno while I was down at my mom’s.
The doctor will be taking appointments. I’ve got to book Nat’s next set os shots, too. I will be Not Good Mother in two weeks.