I appreciate that, but I just wish he had a mind of his own. Even if I text or email or call him, he has to check with wifey to see what he should say.
And yet you can get a relatively cheap stock account (I have a TDAmeritrade account) and find any number of rock solid companies paying anywhere from 2-4% in dividends. Without even looking at bonds.
Savings accounts and CDs are for suckers (these days).
So, my husband and I made plans for a rare overnight trip. We’re planning to drive down to one of the “riverboat” casinos, see Big Bad Voodoo Daddy in concert, then spend the night nearby and head back tomorrow.
Around 11 AM, it started snowing. And has been snowing since. We’re looking a a couple of inches accumulation so far, with another couple expected. A friend was heading back to Indy from about halfway (or slightly more) to where we’re headed, and it took him two hours to go what should take about 45 minutes.
We just canceled our hotel room. Fuck you, winter. Fuck you.
Heh. I hear ya - there’s “work as a unified team” and then there’s *****whipped, and what I posted upthread is meant as rational discussion of a functional relationship. With my parents, for example, my father won’t even pick the restaurant to go to for his own birthday or for Father’s Day FFS. Every year we do this dance where I try to encourage him to have his own opinion on the matter and he responds with, “Let me ask your mother where we’ll be going and then call you back.”
:smack:
I’ve been yelled at on two message boards for pointing that out. People are morons when it comes to finance. There’s a huge need for basic fiscal education in our society. I literally had some moron telling us what a great catch her idiot brother was because he was a fucking hoarder. When I told her dumb-dumb would be better off putting his money in stocks rather than buying eighty fucking jumbo packs of toilet paper, I was practically run off the board.
We made it to our destination despite the weather. All is well, and it’s wonderful here. However, I am currently hiding in the computer room to escape Faux News. Hope we go back to the Olympics soon. Neutral ground.
I’m not a very good musher-upper. After looking at ENugent’s link, I remembered that Laura (who loves feeding people) has grandkids and I searched her cabinets and came up with one.
It seems that I’m pretty ignorant about caring for horses. I know that horses need to eat and need clean water. I know that they need their poop cleaned up. I know that they need exercise. I’d helped feed and clean before, so I had all that stuff covered, it was the exercise thing that got me.
Laura’s deceased husband used to be a hunting guide and her 3 horses were trained to be steady and easy for unfamiliar riders. They are really good about following someone around on a leash. They are also kinda big and even if I did manage to get a saddle on one without slapping myself in the face with a stirrup, I don’t think I could get on one without help.
So I figured that instead of riding them, I should just walk them around the pasture for an hour a day. That worked, but got really boring really quick. Laura lives in an area without a lot of traffic on the dirt roads, so I thought it would be a good idea to tie the horses together and take them for a nice walk in the hills. They knew how to do that, so off we went and it all worked out well.
While I was visiting Laura today, she was awake and lucid (but in a lot of pain) so to distract her, I told her about walking her horses. She laughed so hard she had water in her eyes.
She’s got a thing in the horse area that looks like a solar clothes dryer. I never understood why she would want to dry her clothes there, or why she didn’t leave the lines on. Well, that’s because it wasn’t for clothes. Its where she hooks the horses and they walk around like ponies at a fair. :smack:
Well just think, flatlined, you provided her horses, yourself AND your friend with exercise (laughter being great exercise), as well as entertainment. Triple play!
Make sure you remember to tell Laura that you used it for cat food when she comes home. Some people would be uncomfortable about continuing to use it for grandkids after that.
Woot!!! And not only that, I entertained the neighbors. I’ll bet we walked past at least 15 occupied homes until we got to the BLM land. The neighbors know why I’m caring for Laura’s home and pets. I’ll bet they had a fun WTF moment laughing about me taking horses for walks.
Snorts, chuckles, then cracks up. Laura is my BFF. You have read a few of my posts. I spill everything.
Do you not think that she will hear the whole saga of trying to get her grieving cat to eat long before she comes home?
BTW, now that idiot cat is eating again, he’s just fine. He’s still snubbing the good stuff and the output is eye watering stinky.
Okay, maybe it’s the new meds making me slightly derpy, but I read that and thought you were saying you searched her cabinets and came up with a grandchild. Which meant that ENugent’s next post made very little sense at all. Took me a minute to remember the mention of baby food grinders upthread. :smack:
IANAIB (I am not an investment banker) but I just checked my stocks. AT&T – six and a half percent dividend paid quarterly. Big fat check in our TDAmeritrade account this month.
Not a mini-rant…
(but hey, since some of us treat this thread like an MMP, just in the Pit instead of MPSIMS, what the heck).
But just thought I’d mention that so far my sixties are a blast. I haven’t paid for a drink or a meal in almost a week.
And I’m still doing immature crap: my kids and I, with about a dozen of my friends, built a fort last night, then sat in it and had birthday cake and local brews.
