I worked. I went to the arena for Select a Seat, mainly for the free hotdogs. Long day tomorrow.
Kitty!
I miss my kitty.
: performs mouth to mouth on The Cute One[sup]TM[/sup] :
Midget ,have you been to the doc? Could be asthma.
Mooommmm!, I like tats on other people. I’m fine natural.
No tattoos or piercings for me other than my ears with only one set of holes. I continue to starve and am down 12 pounds in 6 weeks. It is so hard.
So I would change the weight, get a haircut and continue to color it my natural color which is dark brown. If I had magic I think I would get rid of my GA accent. I have lived in Florida well over 20 years and still sound so country. People ask me daily where I am from. It gets tiring.
Hmm. I think I would do a nice bright red in honor of my Irish grandmother. It runs in the family, but I didn’t get it. Every 10 years or so I bust it out. Maybe it’s time. 
Lieu: did baby bird end up in the puddle? 
Rockin’. Kitteh. Yay!!!
My day. Irk. Blurf. And a call at 10 or do from summer school. Sunny-son needed a pick up for objecting to a cheat at a game by picking up the plastic bowling bin and whacking the other kid. SS is autistic. He has a very strong sense of fair and rules. The school agreed that the other young man was in the wrong as far as the game went, but thought that whacking was a bit too much. I couldn’t disagree. Sunny-son came home for the day. He was shocked to learn that he missed tennis and computer programming. Hopefully, tomorrow, no whacking.
Happy Moanday all. With a little recruiting we’ll be the MMP on which the sun never sets. 
If I can come up with a way to make a giant cow cool, a Can-Am shouldn’t be that terribly hard to coolerize. 
It’s a trike for the directionally challenged??? 
The advantage a Can-Am has over a regular trike is that the front wheels will allow, in a sense, a certain amount of “lean”. It’s all in the tires actually but this means it handles like a normal motorcycle instead of 180 degrees different like the usual three-wheelers do.
Up and caffeinated. Off to work.
As I lay in bed this morning listening to Higgs whine and scratch at her crate, I was wondering what it will be like for 4 solid weeks to have the bed to myself - no cat plastering himself to my side or curling up between my knees as I sleep, no dog fussing to be let out at 5 in the morning… I’m thinking that’s why they call it a vacation!!! I’ll miss my sweetie, but I sure won’t miss the critters.
I’m up, breakfasted, and caffeinating. Once it’s a more reasonable hour, I’m going to mow the ditch before it gets too hot. Today’s plans also include stenciling some towels, making a cuke salad, and maybe starting some twice-baked N.O.T.s for the freezer. We’ll see how my energy lasts.
There are 2 bike shows coming up in the next few weeks and **FCD **wants to show his pirate bike. The first is this coming weekend in Havre de Grace. I don’t think I’ll go to that one - it’s a long ride and I’m not particularly interested. The other one is in our county fairgrounds in mid-August - I’ll go, at least for some of the time.
**FCD **and my sister’s husband are talking about doing Sturgis next year. BIL doesn’t ride but they’re looking at taking the truck and trailering the bike, and camping once they get there. My sister is not happy about it, but then she’s a bit of a crab anyway. I’m fine with them going, especially since I don’t have to go. I’ve seen several TV shows about Sturgis - nothing about it appeals to me.
**kopek **- my dislike of the CanAm has entirely everything to do with its looks. I think it looks stupid. So it’s a visceral reaction completely separate from whatever qualities it may possess. Perhaps that makes me shallow - so be it. Then again, I don’t much like motorcycles in general - perhaps that colors my opinion?
Onward into the day - Happy Tuesday!!
Blurf. Back to work today after my few days off and I have a pile of emails to sort through, plus a bundle of exam papers that need to be formatted properly and copied for the exams office by the end of the week. Better get on with those then.
Nothing much else going on, we are short-staffed today so I have cancelled a timetabling workshop I was meant to go on this afternoon. We also have no managers at all (two are on holiday and one is off sick) so we are all unsupervised this week. Chaos!
Good Mornin’ Y’all! Up and caffienatin’. YAWN ‘Tis 74 Amurrkin out with a predicted high of 87 and rain. I’m just hopin’ it won’t be rainy tomorrow so the kiddies can enjoy their planned pool partay.
I left irk and went over to the church house yestiddy. We did the taco thing and then I came back to da cave and crashed. I was tahrd! The tacos went over big time as in nuttin’ was left. One eight year old boy told he knows a good taco when he sees one and those were good tacos. High praise indeed!
Rockin’ cute kittehs!
I read everything but have retained little so yays, boos, hugs, wedgies, noogies, trouts, chitlins, how *you[//b] doin’s as needed all around.
I need more caffiene and rumbly tummy is ready to be fed. Then, alas and alack, irk purtification must commence. Le sigh.
Happy Tuesday Y’all!
Happy Toosday!
I need to read and catch up. I will later when I am more awake and less grumpy.
I am up before I want to be. It looks like it’s going to b a hot one today, and cloudy too.
Today is pizza day and laundry day.
In my family we don’t say I love you, we’re not a huggy kissy bunch either. My nieces are the exception, they always hug everybody goodbye and say ‘I love you’.
So yesterday I’m in the truck and my friend Beverly is with me (guess it’s about time I gave her a name and may as well use the real one) when my phone rings. My bluetooth had died so the call comes through my radio and says the call is from ‘mom’. Beverly tells me I’d better tell my mother I love her (my mother and I have not been getting along so well lately, and 99% of the arguments are over the HFH) and if I don’t she’ll pinch me. I told her we don’t do that in my family.
So the conversations goes
Me - Hello
Mom - Sari? It’s mom. We’re going down the ocean, (her bf’s) doctor visit was cancelled, we’ll be down there until Wednesday. We’ll be back that night.
Me - OK (and wondering why she is calling me to tell me this because I never know where she is or when she is coming back)
Beverly whispers - tell you mother you love her NOW! (and she pokes me in the ribs)
Me - Ok, have a good time
Beverly pokes me again, which tickles and makes me giggle
Me - I love you
Mom - HUH!!! What did you say???
Me - I love you
Mom - Are you talking to ME?
Me - yeah
Mom - (sounding very confused) oh ok well I love you too
Then after we hang up Beverly says that my mother sounded really confused and that maybe it was a mistake. My mother will probably think I got bad news from the doctor and there is something to worry about and now I’ve ruined her vacation. I told her we don’t say I love you in my family, now I think she believes me.
Good morning, all!
Bethany found a nice little hidey-hole under the rack in the bathroom. Airman went in at around 4 this morning and asked where she was. I told him and lo and behold! There she was! She does come out, at least when I go in there, so I don’t think trust is really a problem. She’s just in a new environment and not really sure what’s going on. I don’t think she’s eaten yet, either, but she probably will when she’s a little more relaxed.
Weight Watchers this morning followed by breffest and a job interview and going to a friend’s house to play with his radio. I hope to make some contacts and start getting credit towards some awards. Busy day!
Higgs makes me crazy. She has to get up at 5 or shortly thereafter, she pees, eats, then goes back to sleep. In fact, the whole household is asleep except for me.
It’s a plot.
Blurfy Tooooooooooosday.
We’ve cut the grass, I weeded one garden, **FCD **patched and capped the furnace chimney. Pretty productive morning. I’ve showered, he’s cleaning up now. Shortly, I will start building a cucumber salad, then I’ll stencil 6 towels to take to the store.
No need to go to the gym today - we’re getting our workout at home! Whew!
Good morning all.
I was having what looked to be a really good sex dream, when about 3 AM I was woken up by a cat having hairballs (multiple). So I got out of bed, cleaned up after the cat in several rooms, and then went back to sleep. I tried getting back into that same dream, but by then it had turned into some kind of end-of-the-world dream (we had bows & arrows, along with cell phones) with my ex-wife as the chief villain, trying to take over our little part of the world that me and my followers had secured for ourselves.
So I’m not really liking cats this morning.
Sean does not like cats this mornin’ and I’m not too crazy about people in general right now. I suppose we both shall get our respective dislike of critters and people in time. Mine has to do with people who just won’t do stuff right. [del]Minion[/del] Assistant is all verklempt over the fact that some folks, even when told just exactly how to do sump’n or when given explicit instructions, just won’t do it right.
As long as she does not run out the door screamin’ all will be good.
Today is my twentieth wedding anniversary. I’m trying to figure out if I’m just too damned old to celebrate or I want to shout it from the rooftops. On one hand, I’ve got way too many grey hairs. On the other I’ve got someone in bed with me who doesn’t seem to mind very much. I suppose the whole thing is like a sweet yet slightly bitter ripeness, a late summer day where you know it’s almost too late to be at the beach but you stay there despite the hint of cold, content to be where you are right now and sort of even looking forward to the frost.
I’m at that age where every anniversary reminds me that had I done anything else that day I would be free and off parole by now. <ducks in case the Old Wench reads this>
I fell back sleep this morning, even though I hadn’t intended to.
Now I am less grumpy, more awake but I have a headache.
Swampy I stay irritated at people. I had to drive yesterday and any day I drive is a day of colorful language and over-irked middle fingers. Like the idiot that stayed in the left lane for miles even though cars were backing up behind him and people were damn near causing accidents trying to get around him. As soon as the highway merged with another one he went right over to the left lane and stayed there again.
Of course that the HFH are still breathing is a big irritation, they wake up Sah-dog who then wakes me, then I have to debate waiting to get into the bathroom or taking my chances leaving Sah-sog outside while I run downstairs.
House hunting sux.
I’m getting ready to order pizza, and I need to gather up the laundry. I need clean t-shirts.
The only thing I want to do to change the way I look is lose weight. It’s really hard, or maybe I just make excuses that make it hard (she says after saying she is ordering pizza). I don’t like coloring my hair because then if becomes something you have to maintain. I don’t like perming my hair because it because it’s something you have to maintain.
No tats for me, other than the permanent eye liner. I wanted one years ago but now that every body has them what’s the point. Even my nurses in the hospital had large exposed tats. My ears are pierced, one hole each and that is enough too. Most of the time I don’t wear earrings anyway.
Congrats on new cute kitty Rockin’
Congrats Butters I’m psyching myself up to start losing. (she says after ordering pizza)
My thinking exactly. I did my own hair coloring, but it was still a hassle when I needed to re-red. I used to have a great stylist for perms, but we moved and they got so expensive and my hair is so thin and fine, it doesn’t hold a perm for long, so screw it. Straight, short, and out of my way - that’s my preferred coif.
Cucumbers have been saladed. Kitchen is tidied. Cat box has been cleaned and stairs covered in cat litter have been swept. Time to pull out my stenciling stuff. Oh, and I have a load of towels to fold. Goodness, it’s difficult to be me!!! <insert pose of woe>
Cool to hear that FCD’s pirate bike will be shown off. It deserves a show off.
Congrats on the new kitty. I really like grey cats. I’ve never had one, but I like them.
I think I’m in the middle of a sustained omg moment. You know that I’ve gone through a lot of boxes over the last couple of years, sorting out what to keep and what to get rid of one way or another. Now I’ve started going back through boxes that I was keeping, to re-prune. It’s interesting how I can go back through stuff that I couldn’t bear to give away and think “what was I thinking of?”
I went through an old book, published in, I think, 1895, and found a solid half inch of newspaper clippings and note papers stuck between the pages. Some of it was popular poems. Poetry suitable for reciting was apparently a mainstay of 1911 newspapers. The omg part was the note papers. The note papers contained my great-grandmother’s poetry.
It’s declaiming style poetry, which is looked down on today. Some of them have rocky spots in the meter. The omg part is just the fact that they were saved and passed down, but not passed down in an obvious way. My grandmother, her daughter, always thought of herself as artistic, but only finished a few things. I’ve written things, and have a collection of them, most of them unpublished. Now this. It is a thing to ponder.
The book it was in is also a thing to ponder. It’s a compendium of advice on how to live your life and is very much a product of its time. From her poetry, from past letters of hers that I’ve read, and from listening to Grandma, I suspect she took the whole thing onboard. Maybe I’ll ponder later. Time to shake it off and get on with things.