This made me snort laugh. The centipede is still there, by the way. But I’ve physically written it into my planner; therefore, it shall be cleaned up because I hate not being able to cross things off.
And thank you for the reminder, ratty - I managed to take my car in this morning. I’ll have to send you a basket (no centipedes, I promise).
Did I see something up thread about a tube top and a gold thong? Because now I’m wondering if knitting a tube top might be a secret skill of mine. Though I have a feeling that FCM may be able to do that more justice.
Anyway, it’s a pretty day, supposed to get cloudy and gross later, but for now it’s nice. I’m downing toast and jam like it’s going out of style. I think I’m going to make some bread and sambhar this weekend. They’re completely unrelated, but the sambhar would give me veggies to eat for breakfast. I cannot for the life of me understand why everytime I think I’m set on food for the week, we run out of something someone thinks is critical. It’s really irritating and seems to happen every. Single. Week.
Oh, well. Back to work. We’ve got some weird fight going on with our delivery manager right now. She’s this incredibly screamy person who, during her first meeting with my team, demanded they clear their calendars to educate her on changes to a project and said she’d “level set” on what her role was and wasn’t. Since she’s well known for refusing to do her job on other projects, this is going to be fun.
Happy Friday! Our hybrid schedule changes again next week, so I am going to enjoy the hell out of this weekend while I can. The pots are all full of sprouting goodies and the flowers are in full bloom. But I find myself in a bit of a pickle: I planted 2 mammoth sunflowers and 2 pole beans in a large circular planter. 3 of them have sprouted. If the 4th doesn’t poke through by Sunday, I’ll have to replace it, But with what? Sunflower and bean sprouts look very much alike and I can’t remember what I planted where in that planter! I guess I’ll just have to dig up the one that didn’t germinate and see what it was.
Foggy this morning, but it will all burn off by 10am or so. Hope everybody has a safe, happy and joyful weekend!
I got up to urinate in the middle of the night, and found a smallish giant house spider on the shower curtain. I put him in the penalty jar, and then dumped him out onto a scrap wood pile a little bit ago. Better hunting there, than in the bathroom!
I’m doing Basement School with granddaughter Harriet. Her preschool is closed today for a teacher planning day and both her parents need to sho up for work so Grandma is turned into teacher-for-a-day, which to my delight. Hattie likes it ok too. We get a little silly and occasionally rowdy, but we are in the basement, so hey! It’s ok. It’s a nice basement, set up nicely with lots of toys and activities, plus a big couch for snuggling and reading, which we do a lot of in Basement School. I’m guessing our day is quite a bit like RoxStar and FCMom basement days together. Snacking happens, getting our ya! yas! out happens too.
The only reason I ask this is that I really hope your answer is yes and that I’m not super weird for having a glass jar I use only for live insect removal from the house. The centipede would have been an exception, however - nothing needs that many legs, no matter what.
Spiders are not allowed in the house, so when they are found they receive a penalty: having to spend time in the penalty jar until I get round to taking them outside and releasing them.
There’s a penalty jar under the bathroom sink, and one in the living room. I can’t remember the last time I used the latter.
Lawn is mowed, including pushing thru the ditch and the top of the hill. It was rather pleasant out there, but rain is supposed to be on the way.
I just finished lunch and I’m about to head to < shudder > WalMart because I need cat litter, and FCD needs a couple of 2# ankle weights for his PT. Not sure what else I might need - I may just wander the aisles a bit just because. As much fun as Roxy is, I’m enjoying a child-free day.
I’ve got a metric buttload of yarn being delivered today - new projects shall soon begin! Yay! And onward!!
Agree! My lawn guy came last evening but he was done before 9 (pm that is). It was a relief because it was the first mow of the season and it was scandalously long and dandelioney and I was worried my mean vindictive neighbor would report my scandalous yard to the city and I’d get a scold-o-gram in the mail from them before my lawn guy got it trimmed and mown. You can call anonymously and report things so my one next door neighbor does that about various things several times a year. Grass too long, weeds along the alley, the wrong kind of chairs on the porch. Drives him nuts that I have a very antique cast iron nun’s bed on my porch but so far he hasn’t been able to find a city ordinance against nun’s beds. Nun’s beds~I’m a wild one all right!
I just googled “nuns bed” and didn’t, ah, find anything related to gardening.
My Google has an at me now.
Still feel ooookey, so sitting around on my phone. Called my dad (mom just took a trip, so he’s “lonely” a.k.a. has the house to himself) and let him rattle at me for twenty or thirty minutes about TheFoxNews (he says it all in one word, and as an old white man, he takes em at their word) and the weather - both here in Michigan & there in Texas, lots to talk about there! - and the mushrooms log I ordered for a Mother’s Day gift, not knowing she was leaving, but it gives my dad something to do.
Ope. Gotta go. Dad just sent me pics of the mushrooms log. Apparently that thing GOES once you unwrap it.
Afternoon (well, it will be here by the time I finish this) all. Lunch has been consumed and in a burst of activity, I also cleaned the countertop and cleaned both toilets. And that’s enough of that. Also got my license plates renewal notice, and instead of going into the office, I did it on-line, so should get the “May 2022” sticker next week. So now I wait for July and my license to expire so I can get one of those new “Star ID” licenses.
shoe, the storm lasted less than an hour, but the wind was right at the front of it and was really intense. And I have never left kids alone in all my years coaching…but I don’t sit with them in the car, in this day and age it would be–unwise to do so. Good thing about an SUV, you put the back door up and you have a pretty good rain shied while still keep an eye on the kid.
I never start mowing before 10am…and I’d never report on somebody else’s lawn (even the weed-strewn and dandelionly ones…
flyboy, you’re a better human than I am; spiders in my house get a one-way trip to spider heaven.
BBBoo, enjoy your school day!
Wizard, glad Ms. Maus felt well (and confident) enough to get out, and good on that band person.
OK, dishes need to be placed in the washer and some soccer-type stuff needs to be done, so everyone have a good afternoon (or evening for our Euro/Brit MMPer’s)
T-1, and I have too much to do to be sitting on hold with the complex office, which didn’t respond to my VM yesterday about the running loo. My grocery order arrived, and I realized I forgot two items, so I shall walk to the store. I also have cooking to do, mostly chopping because I’m making pasta salad for tomorrow. Also cleaning, even though the place is already clean. Also laundry (towels). And my brother will call because he’s making the long drive from DC to Michigan, and he gets bored and needs livening up. And hopefully maintenance is coming to fix the damned loo!
Will I have 2 people here tomorrow or 5-plus-dog? Stay tuned! Oh, crud. I don’t have enough salad plates because I broke one on Cookie Debacle Day. What to do, what to do?
So as far as I can tell, this is either a small single bed or a chest traditionally used for nuns’ bed linens. I’m guessing the former if it’s cast iron. If so, are you using it as a sort of porch daybed?
MetalMouse, you’re a good guy. Wish my kids had had a coach such as you .
Flyboy, loooove the penalty jar.
Magill/wizard, the school where I taught had a personal finance grad requirement, too. No Home Ec for a very long time, and when we did, no washers or dryers. It’s a good idea, though. Times have changed, and lots of kids don’t learn that stuff at home now.
I would gladly mow your collective lawns if I lived nearby–unless you have an electric mower–hate the cords.
It is indeed a single bed~painted white, With tall posters and curtain rods so a drapery ‘tent’ can be drawn around the bed, enclosing it for privacy for changing into one’s nun habit. For many years it was the only space of her own that my sister-in-law had after she joined the convent. I haven’t assembled it, it is leaned against the porch wall as found art. For a dozen years my now very grown daughter slept in it with sheer curtains at the head and foot. She and her friends would sit on the bed, draw the curtains round and pretend they had a secret, fairy tale place.
That Scrotie costume would get you arrested around here.
I’ve been told, by Wifey no less, that I have the male equivalent of ‘resting bitch face’. Actually she tells me I just ‘look mean’. There have been times in my life when I’ve needed to look mean, but not anymore. Now I try to look pleasant, but I guess I’m failing.
Wifey tried this morning to get an appointment to have the doggos groomed and was told they were booked 3 months ahead. WTH is going on?
Boo, you should get a manikin and a nun’s costume and create a vignette for your neighbors.
I have to go turn in our ballots and then go to Bimart this morning. One of the local tea party type PACs is trying to pack the school board and the parks and rec board with their little puppets and we want to do our bit to discourage that kind of BS. Sometimes I’m so ashamed of my species.
Outstanding idea. Every Mumper out there, keep your eyes out for a nun’s habit floating around out there. My sister in law hasn’t worn one in my memory, although she wore the whole shebang when she first joined right out of high school.
After mowage, WalMart, and running to get FCD tacos for lunch, I just didn’t feel like attacking the walls. Then I got a text from my daughter - she needs me to take her to urgent care for a severe neck pain. She didn’t want SIL to have to come along with Roxy. So I’ll be heading down there in about an hour.
~this is from Harriet to all of you.
at me now.
WTH is going on?