I can’t wait to hear about Dipsey…
Whats up Rebo?
Didja all miss me? I have a job now so I’m not spending much time online. But I’m posting this from my new laptop, on my bed, which is awesome. As is having a job. It’s graphic design and creative, so it’s all good.
Yeah, but compared to the alternative…
You all do know where all those sheep, pigs, steers, and even some of the bunnies, chickens, and other birds go when the fair is over, don’t you?
In the “People Suck” news, tonight we saw a dog that had been speared (with an actual spear) and eviscerated. It did not survive. I hope they catch the bastard.
Disneyland?
[sub]Yeah, I know where they go.[/sub]
Ow, Coyote. Sometimes people do suck real bad.
Best wishes for whatever it is today, Buns.
Wish I could work from home just so I’d be able to stay in the shadow. These buildings are Mucho Modernos, so they’re all glass with no shades, and the fluorescents are on all the time during working hours 
Oh look I’m talking to myself. Someday I’ll stop doing that…
OK, I hope you’ll excuse me the long rant/whine/explanation/whatever. Feel free to ignore, skip and all that. Apologies for typos, misspellings, bad grammar and general fucked-up-ness.
Saturday I got a call from a coworker who needed to borrow my BnD to fix something on his bike, grabbed it, got in the car and drove to drop it off with him. I was carrying only the keys, the wallet which contains my driver’s license and my cellphone, no handbag. I forgot to take the cellphone back from the glove compartment.
Yesterday he told me he hadn’t been able to fix the bike, had called me to ask for a ride and left a couple messages but hadn’t reached me. Gee, my phone isn’t in the handbag, wonder where I left it. I was pretty useless all day at work, I was having one of those days (dizzy, difficulty focusing, eventually visual problems) when it’s better if I don’t really try to do anything which involves thinking, as I’m likely to screw it. Gave him a ride home after work, we agreed I’d pick him up today at 7:30. Grabbed my cellphone but didn’t bother check for messages or whatever. After all, my family never calls me and I knew I’d have several from him.
This morning at 7:21, as I was driving to pick him up, the phone rang, but I don’t pick it up while I’m driving. If I’m driving and I’m expecting a call and it rings, I stop and then pick it up. I thought it would be my coworker. Picked him up, we got to work; I was feeling dizzy again and thinking I probably should, ought’a, need more synonims here, say fuckall and go home and take it easy, which is the recipe I have from the neurologist for when I’m fucked up (diagnosis of “generalized parasympatic system issues, unspecified”), and then I went and checked the message and it wasn’t from my coworker. Unknown number, had left a message…
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Hey, it’s Middlebro, I guess your cell is off or whatever, I’ll write you an email too, figure you haven’t heard yet that Gramps died on Sunday
I just cut it off there and called him for details. In the next days, I imagine I’ll figure out whether it’s sadder that I got the measure of exactly how fucked up I was today when I heard that Gramps was dead and my brain managed to pull up a To Do List but with a general “can’t really give a shit” feeling, or that if I hadn’t been this fucked up I probably would’a had to make a real big effort to avoid dancing around the office.
What a week for my aunt, first her husband and now her father… and even if he was a royally shitty father, it was her father and we’ll see what happens with Grandma now.
According to Bro, at one point on Sunday Grandma had gotten tired of nagging Gramps to leave the bed and was pottering around the kitchen when he got up; she asked what was up and he said “I just wanted to spend some time with my girl.” He watched some soccer on TV (it’s Spain, if you can’t find soccer you’re looking in the wrong channel) and then accepted some ice cream she’d been offering before. She went to take a shower, found him slumped on the floor, rang the “911 medal” but eventually it was my cousin and her bf who took them to the hospital.
Neither unexpected nor particularly sad news, but the next months are going to have a ton of drama. Bro and me agreed that we are not to let each other kill Mom, even if she does her best to deserve it, because it would set a bad example for the kidlets (I haven’t spoken with her about this yet, have to call her now, but re. her brother in law’s death she was saying beauties like “well, I lost mine sooner”).
ETA: I didn’t have the number in my list because he wasn’t using his usual phone.
I’m sorry for your loss, Nava. It must be tough on your aunt to lose two people so quickly, even knowing that neither death was unexpected won’t make it easier. Family can be the hardest thing to deal with though, try to keep your hands away from your mother’s throat! And get better soon, otherwise I’ll set swampus on you.
Nothing exciting here today, I went to the doc’s on the way to work to get a prescription for my newest eye meds. After that, I ambled into work and then found out that my team meeting had been cancelled so that meant I didn’t have to dash off again straight away to another building.
Tonight it’s Fat Club and my bathroom scales have already told me that’s going to be an unpleasant evening so we’ll just go and get weighed, and then go home. I don’t particularly feel in the mood to sit around and discuss where my week’s dieting plans went wrong. Especially not since I’ve just arranged to go out for cocktails next week with my diet buddy!
Nava I’m sorry for your loss and for the upcomin’ family drama. Though it will entertain us, it’s never fun for the person dealin’. FWIW, your grandfather, grandmother, family and of course you are in my thoughts and prayers.
BooFae sic me on Nava if she doesn’t get better? Hmmm… I get it! I’ll lecture her to stay in bed while I fetch her ice cream, homemade chicken soup and fluff her pillows! 
Coyote just grrrrrr… :mad: I hope they catch whoever did that too.
Cinny (we’ll work on that) they go to a special place where they are turned into many, many dindins.
Good Mornin’ Y’all! It’s election runoff day here in Jawja. This means I get to vote and get me another little “I’m A Georgia Voter” peach sticker. Sticker, YAY!!!
I wouldn’t try this with a snapping turtle, tho… that head can reach WAY, WAY 'round! And they’s fast, too!
Morning all! I’m up and foraging for foods. No plans other than a liquor store run.
Nava, I’m sorry.
Mmmmooooommm!, I waved and yelled.
I’m sorry, Nava. It’s gonna be rough for a while. I hope you feel better soon, too.
Coyote - bastards!
Great pictures, gt!
Dipsey news, xp’d from the Raffe boards:
Rebo, you hardened criminal. 
Lots of handwaving and glossing of details with the following tale, for obvious reasons.
A year and a half ago, we fostered a Boxer that was chasing the neighbor’s goat, probably intent on eating it. The neighbors thought it was a foster of ours that got away. As far as we could determine, the dog was dumped in the area instead.
The dog was registered with the shelter immediately, and we dubbed him Jake. He got along with Loki and Freya, and we fattened him up. After about a month, he was healthy, dewormed, and had passed his minimum 3 week shelter hold, so VWife found a family far away in Virginia for an adoption. We drove Jake up to his new home.
About 4 days afterwards, we get a call from some idiot wanting his dog back.
“We don’t have it.”
“Where is he?”
“With a family.” Click.
A couple hours later, a sheriff’s car and another show up in the driveway. Idiot is there wanting his dog, his wife is all boo-hooey, and the deputy is embarrassed as hell having to be in the middle of all this. Idiot tries to walk into the house to look, and the deputy holds him back. I tell them both to get a warrant, and until they do, get lost. Idiot drives off, and I soon hear a page for the magistrate. The deputy stayed behind, half-assed apologized, and I made peace with him.
The next morning, the sheriff personally calls us, and demands we appear in his office. We went. There stood the idiot and his wife, and the sheriff browbeat out of us the location of the dog. Idiot left, and stole the dog from the new family’s yard. Up to that time, I considered the sheriff a personal friend, and I don’t any longer. He is not the county animal control authority, and he overstepped his jurisdiction with what he did.
Fast forward to May of this year. VWife picks up the local rag, and there is a banner ad with a picture of Jake, and text offering $500 for information on his whereabouts. We both went :dubious:
About a week after seeing the first ad, we ran into a friend from the courthouse, and they said Mrs. Idiot had stormed into see the sheriff just before the ad was placed and demanded he send a deputy to our house to get her dog, because we had stolen it again. He refused because that would be an illegal search without a warrant, and without any witnesses seeing her dog in our possession, there was not probable cause to get one. She left in a huff and placed the ad; it ran for several weeks at $200 a pop.
Based on what we know of life in Cottonfield County, here is a very good guess at the real story: Mr. Idiot never liked Jake, because Jake was worthless as a hunting dog, and dumped him down the dirt road to our south, a customary dog dumping area. He never told his wife, and she had a fit. She looked for him at the Suffolk animal shelter, but never bothered with ours. When the light went on in her puny little head about our shelter, Jake’s hold was up and we had adopted him out. She had another fit, and apparently had some kind of favor they called in on the sheriff to get him involved. She got him back, and Jake languished in an outside kennel with the hunting dogs.
This year, new neighbors moved in near to the Idiots, and they had several high value retired show cats they were breeding. The Idiot’s dogs, including Jake, got out of their kennels and managed to kill one of the cats on the neighbor’s property. Words were exchanged in a heated manner, and Mr. Idiot was told that if the dogs did it again, they would be shot on sight. Well, they did get out again, another cat was killed, and the dogs got away.
The day after, the Idiots woke up to empty kennels, and the dogs were never seen again. She freaked again, and tried to blame us for it. Mrs Idiot need only look as far as her own husband for the real culprit.
I went to the New York State Fair once. I didn’t think it was nearly as much fun as the county fairs I’d attended while growing up. I liked the stock barns the best.
Was that bumba I saw earlier??? Hey, bumba! How’s the missus?
My sympathies, nava, all the way around.
In case you missed it over at FB, today is my and hubby’s 20th anniversary! Wow! 
Happy Anniversary to the Puggles!!!
HAPPY PUGGYVERSARY!!!
Rebo she actually said she gave Dipsey to you in front of witnesses huh. Witnesses who are all for testifyin’ to him runnin’ around the neighborhood. Sounds to me like Dipsey’s got him a new Mama for sure!
I is tahred! I mowed da yahd, then cleanded up, went and voted (got my little peach sticker, YAY!), and went to the grocery sto’. I have a beef roast in the slow cooker for dindin and some chicken boobs thawin’ for tomorrow’s or Thursday’s dindin, dependin’ on what I decide to do with 'em.
Nava:
Good story/pictures, gt!
Mostly. I started life as an Army brat, but my family landed in Maryland when I was still very young and I spent most of my growing-up years in Glen Burnie. My mom and bro still live there, and my dad is in Catonsville. I’ve now spent more years living in other places than I spent in Glen Burnie, but I think of it as my home town.
I can’t believe you grew up in Towson/Parkville and never made it to the state fair in Timonium!
Happy Anniversary to the Pugs!
{{Nava}}
That’s awful, Coyote! I hope they catch the person.
gt, the quilt is gorgeous, and I love that yarn. Looks like fun!
Good luck, rebo.
It was 75 here when I got up this morning with a dewpoint of 72. For anyone who doesn’t know me, I live in Minnesota, not southern Florida. This is not appropriate weather!! It’s storming out now, but the storms aren’t bringing a change in the weather; we’ve got this awful hot humid stuff until Saturday. Yuck! Send me fall weather now!
We had a pork tenderloin for dinner last night. It was teh YUM. And I made a wild rice salad (Hey, it’s Minnesota!) to go with it. I’ve made the salad before, and I know it’s good, but last night it was really really good! Funny how the same recipe turns out differently every time.
I like hominy so those recipes that were posted late last week (I didn’t get to reply at the time.) sound good!
Happy Anniversary to the Puggles!
Coyote, that just sickens me. I hope they catch the bastard too.
Nava, I’m sorry for your and your family’s loss. I’m sorry too, that you’re going to have drama. I really dislike drama.
rebo, I think you must be down at the shelter about now, but am waiting to hear that Dipsey is in your home. Your neighbor is a raving lunatic.
There isn’t a whole hell of a lot going on here.
Cool and drizzly where you’re at? I’m seriously thinking about starting a fire in the wood stove to take the chill off the house.
It’s supposed to be into the mid-90’s by this weekend. :eek: