Southern Lady’s wrong. Miracle Whip dressing is good on avocados, and in SPAM salad. It’s a salty/sweet/fatty/light thing.
Preach it, brother! Preach it!
Howdy Y’all! Provisions were procured, church janitor Junior Warden duties dispatched, sup was cooked and et. All in all not a bad day. 'Tis all cloudy out (and dark), so looks like the rain is on the way to visit.
red glad you’re feelin’ better.
wordy Mr. Swampington J. Bear also suggests imported naugahyde, and Eyetalian formica counter tops. Flocked wallpaper sounds like wallpaper with little sheep.
flyboy Miracle Whip is the work of satan.
I don’t think I have ever seen these words in this particular order before.
One more day, one more day, just one more day … then I can finally relax/get shit done.
I’m pooped, but at least nobody was an $%! to me today. Picked up McDonald’s on the way home, because I still wanted comfort food. I got a Happy Meal, because, as Mr. Swampington J. Bear reminds us, 'tis good to be juvenile! 
Also, I wanted nuggets and fries anyway, plus this way I get a lil bit of milk for cereal without having a big jug o’moo juice that inevitably goes bad.
Came home to the fancy coffee I picked up this morning, then left at home all day. Dammit! Oh, well.
One more day. One more day.
Okay, I was growed up on the Floryduh Gulf coast and the things my father called periwinkles were little (about 3/4" long) clam like bivalves. I just searched on shellfish and then bivalves and can’t find what he used to bring home. I have no idea what they actually were. My dad was famous for making things up. All I know is they looked and acted like tiny clams.
I’ll see myself out.
I had no idea periwinkle was an edible thing. It was my favorite color in the Crayola box, and it doesn’t match the one from Boo.
Amen
Read lots, but out of time (you ALL are wordy). Tomorrow’s a day off so I’ll have some time to hang out a bit more.
Happy Thursday!
Up, caffeinated, and sheveled. Off to dump, have, and sort.
Hope you feel better today, red!
{{{{shoe}}}} you got this!
I only use the hides from American naugas.
yall know even tho i dont post as much as i used to this place does brighten my day …
Now saying that i will forgive yall slandering the reputation of my favorite color …
I use that term myself, or I’ll say Imaginary Internet Friends, even tho I’ve met a few for reals: swampy, MetalMouse, sari (even tho she’s deserted us), BBBobbio (even tho he’s even longer gone), BooFae, Taters, GT (another rare appearance), Tugig (ditto)… and since it’s early, I’m sure I’ve forgotten others. There are a bunch of non-Mumpers I’ve also gotten to meet. But the nice things about Imaginary Friends - they don’t raid your fridge or park on your lawn!
The main problem, tho, is none of you look the way you’re supposed to look! I have these mental images, but whether we meet or connect on FB and I see pics, it tends to befuddle me. That, and it doesn’t help that I’m terrible with the whole faces/names thing, but that’s another story entirely.
I had another good sleep, tho FCD said I was saying something about “Tom” when he woke. I don’t know where that came from - I was dreaming about being in line with my daughter to get tickets for a show or something. And I don’t know that I’ve ever known a Tom, other than the student-teacher for my 9th grade French class who I had a major crush on. I haven’t seen him since the early 70s, and I can’t even google him (Tom Miller? Seriously??) So I have no clue why I would have said Tom…
Anyway, today, the RoxStar is THREE!!
As soon as I finish my morning surfage, I’m going to bake her cake. That way, it’ll have time to cool, and she can help frost it and sprinkle it. While it’s baking, I can tidy the kitchen and push the vacuum cleaner around. SIL will drop the kid off around 9:30, then later, Daughter and SIL will return with pizza and we’ll have our little family celebration.
It’s looking like Roxy’s room here is going to become FCD’s office, at least while he’s recovering from knee surgery. The futon in that room will go to the basement and we’ll have to run a Cat5 from the modem to that room by going along the basement ceiling, then up thru the floor. I hope someone makes a white Cat3 so it’ll be mostly invisible. We’ll also have to disassemble and reassemble his desk, because there’s no way it’ll go down the hall and into that room in one piece. The biggest pain will be doing all this and keeping FCD from helping. Well that, and moving the futon mattress downstairs - that sucker is heavy!!
Onward to the day! Happy Thursday!!
Good Mornin’ Y’all! Up and caffeinatin’. YAWN 'Tis 63 Amurrkin out and cloudy with a predicted high of 74 and rain. No rain yet, but 'tis on the way. The plan for the day is sloth, followed by more sloth, after which we will laze about. This shall be accomplished whilst inside and dry. Sup shall be salmon patties, peas, smashed N.O.T. and bizkits, just cause.
Happy RoxStar Day! MOOOOOOM you should make use of daughter and/or SIL to do all that movin’ around etc. Use your guilt superpower if necessary.
Now I need more caffeine and to feed rumbly tummy. Then, onward into the day! Rah.
Happy Thursday Y’all!
swampy - I will be recruiting the kids to help - that’s a given. It all depends on SIL’s work schedule, altho Daughter and I can probably handle most if it ourselves if necessary. We’ll talk about it tonight.
Well, Happy Birthday to the RoxStar! I can’t believe she’s three! Time flies!
Miracle Whip is Satan’s snot; just saying…
I didn’t sleep for sh** last night. Part of it was that I am not really happy with the results of my hair appointment. I have gone mostly white-gray in the front, and while I still had some dark in the back, it wasn’t overwhelming. Somehow, the back of my hair has decided it’s going to start growing out brunette again. WTH?! I am not bleaching all of that; my damn hair will fall out. I didn’t really want the front part bleached again, just toned, but I got bleach and tone. I was positive we had decided that on my last visit, but I noted she didn’t have her book pulled out so she could refer to her notes. I should have stopped her, but I’ve never really had this issue with my stylist before, so I think I was just a bit flummoxed. After the initial bleach and toner, she had to do a correction to the back and blend in a caramel type color because it looked like some black hole in the back due to my hair coming in brunette back there. A black hole with white tips…Jaysus. I’m not sure I like the cut either. Overall, I’m just not happy, but it’s only hair and really such a silly thing to get worked up about. I guess I was looking forward to having my hair look good again. My last cut was in February, so the disappointment just kind of, I dunno, stings. So stupid! It’s hair; it’ll grow back, but no more bleach…EVER.
Also, today is The Interview. That probably contributed to a lack of sleep. I am nervous, and I finally figured out why. I was always interviewed in my previous organization but never chosen, even for the job I had been performing until they hired someone. Most of that was attributable to my old boss, who only chose men for promotion, and if I interviewed outside of my division, he’d have a quick chat with the panel and make up shit. No lie; I found out after. So, I guess I have this sort of PTSD type of thing going on. I have no reason to expect that from my current organization. I am treated well, well respected, and constantly complimented and thanked. Still, the competition is stiff, AND I’ve only been there two years at the end of this month. It would definitely sting not to get selected only because I am, in essence doing the job I am interviewing for, with the acting take care of HR-related stuff because I don’t have access to what I need to take care of that. She is basically taking care of everything that requires access to something I don’t have due to my actual job title. I need to take a deep breath and get over it. From what I understand, they plan to make a selection next week.
In good news, today is my Friday, AND I have an appointment for my first jab this Saturday. I couldn’t believe it! I need to get my husband’s set up, but I can’t remember his online password, so I’ll have to wait until he wakes up. The weather is supposed to be beautiful, and I’m looking forward to enjoying that.
I remember our meeting, FCM. You were so kind to come and pick me up so we could meet some other Mumpers and have dinner together. I enjoyed it! I also remember Swampfest, when our own Swampington J Bear came to visit the PNW, and several of us met up in Seattle. We did the Seattle Underground Tour and had a lovely dinner together. Bumba was there and brought us his lovely soaps. There were several other now, no longer present Mumpers too.
Well, I need another cup of wake-the-hell up. It’s taking me a bit longer to feel alert.
Good luck! 
We’re all pullin’ for ya.
Taters, I could not agree with you more about Miracle Whip. It is truly a plague on humanity. Good luck on the interview - let us know how it goes!
And bumba, you’re right about the periwinkles - apparently (and much to my dismay), the most common usage of periwinkles refers to, gulp, snails (said with a shudder) and the “flower” periwinkle is really the devil’s weed, also known as vinca.
swampy, I’ll have to find a decent supplier for the Eye-talian formica. There must be one in my area. Sadly, we removed our silver flocked wallpaper shortly before our Bean was born 11 years ago - true story - but I’m sure they make it still. I’ll get it with the shag.
FCM Roxy looks like the sweetest thing. I really, really, really miss those tiny hands on my own kids. Enjoy the bake-age.
I hope that pain doesn’t come back, ratty - definitely get it checked out if it does, especially given the location. Sharp pains in that region are generally not great.
I’m glad you got to go to real-world, in-person classes, silenus. I can’t believe how much I’ve taken for granted just seeing other people in person, even if only to stroll around the office. Also, that drive to and from was really important for getting my head into work and I never even knew it. I hope all the students you expect are back today.
It’s beautiful and sparkly outside but chilly - hopefully it’ll warm up and I can waddle out there instead of treading my own mill. Now that I’m too old to run, that makes it doubly important that I do so. What stinks about exercising way more than I had been is my body’s insistence on attempting to replace it with food. Dang body.
And yeah, my husband likes that I’m part of an online forum, this one especially, but for an IT guy he’s not terribly connected himself. So he knows I’ve got online friends, but thinks of everyone as kind of ethereal. I’m not FB friends with any of you, so I think as far as he’s concerned you guys are pretty much in my imagination as well. Why being FB friends with others makes them more real in his mind, I’m not sure.
Morning all. Stayed in all the way to 7:30am today, so maybe I’ll avoid nappage. Coaching soccer this afternoon, but really do need to clean up around the kitchen area. Back is behaving itself, might have been an awkward position getting soccer stuff out of the car. Temps are back in the 60’sF but at least the rain has gone.
Got a notification about my 50th High School reunion in August. Haven’t really kept in touch with anyone from there, and with over 850 graduates, the odds that someone I remember will be there isn’t great, so…we’ll see. Did see a memorial page, about 10% of the class has passed away already, don’t know if that’s a good or bad sign…
talky, if you want us as Facebook friends, a number of us already are, just let us know.
Taters, hope the interview goes well, and that old boss is nowhere near the conversation (anal opening that he was).
FCM, sounds like a plan, had to look up Cat 5 since down here we use it for hurricanes and tornadoes only… And happy birthday to the RoxStar!!
Oh, and none of you are imaginary to me–you’ve maybe shared more than you know, folks, you’re very real human beings and for some reason I do care about all y’all…
OK, that’s maudlin enough, Need to break fast and be about the day. Take care.
Old boss is at old organization and at completely different government branch. No worries there. It is just that he did so many horrible things that I am still struggling with the after effects. Gaslighting, misogyny, intimidation, lies, backstabbing, the list goes on. BTW, he has been sent home to count paperclips because after I left, he found new female targets. They have filed official complaints and there is one ongoing investigation, with another to follow.
Corporate PTSD is a thing. I’m so sorry you went through this much crap at one place.
May the future bring less-crappy situations!
Sounds like coquinas.
taters break a leg today
FCM Happy birthday to the little one.
shoe I hit the Wendy’s while doing the shopping last night. The four for $4 deal provides a surprising amount of food for cheap.
The MIL left this morning. It looks like good weather for the drive over the mountains. Hopefully, she doesn’t suffer my usual “luck” on I-40 between Newport and Ashville. I sent her home with a jar of the sauce I made this weekend.
I’ve been watching bread making videos on YouTube, and I think my problem has been too much oil on the dough. I had been putting a glug in the bowl for rising. Most of the folks I’ve been watching were just rubbing the bowl down with a soaked paper towel. I think I’ll try again today after my meeting.
It also seems I have been tumbling my compost too often, so it hasn’t been heating up enough. I will take a lot of self control to not tumble it every time I dump the rabbit litter.
…and I forgot to buy tonic water again. I’m really making that whole G & T season problematic.
The agency I work for now is wonderful. I am treated with respect and kindness. They appreciate and that appreciation is demonstrated via awards and public shout outs. They consider my suggestions for improvement and I have become the go-to person for many things even though I have only been here two years. Some of my suggestions have been implemented all across my division. So yeah, things are good, but my old boss really did a number on me. However, I have made forward strides in overcoming a lot of what happened to me. I am doing well, despite his efforts to tear me down.