Mrs. L.A. has requested chicken fried steak, mashed potatoes, and gravy for dinner. ‘Or you can make chicken-fried pork and call it Schnitzel.’
I’ll have to go to the supermarket later.
And if it is, stay away from that rip-off Good Feet outfit. Their “custom” inserts are mass produced. I speak from personal experience after they lightened my wallet by about $400. If the exercises and other home remedies don’t help, get yourself to a podiatrist as soon as you can and be fitted for orthotics made for your feet. I did that, and the pain disappeared very quickly and has stayed gone for years now (I still wear them).
Woohoo! Daughter scored some paper towels at Food Lion!! They’re not my preferred brand, but I was down to 2 rolls, so now I have 8 more. That’ll hold me for some time.
I was trying to find something to watch and I started and quit several really bad movies. I was in the mood for a musical, but the ones I picked (which I’d never heard of) really stunk. Guess I know why I never heard of them.
It’s nearly 80°. Roxy and I went out for a bit, but she wanted to come back in. She’ll be heading downstairs with her dad shortly. Maybe I’ll have better luck finding a movie.
I stay inside. I don’t have a yard. My body is getting a bit wonky from lack of exercise.
Might try going out this evening, just for a walk. I don’t go to stores anymore.
It’s a long weekend coming up. I’d forgotten that long weekends exist.
Ahhhh Bumba
I meant I could have done a better job than they did, even with my prehistoric computer skills.
The windows are open and the breeze is nice.
Ripple is tearing the kitchen apart trying to get to a mouse. I have a little plastic shoe cabinet I keep by the back door, it is in pieces now. My son is going to have to put it back together.
I don’t think I am a hoarder, even though I have 80+ rolls of tp and about 32 rolls of paper towels.
I buy in bulk, a lot cheaper that way. If I could do it, every January I’d buy year’s worth of everything and not have to think about it for another year.
I thought my mother would be going crazy with everybody at her house but she seems to be enjoying it. Nobody is irking and the kids aren’t going to school, but she says everything is running smoothly.
I’m the one going crazy because the dogs are wound up all day long.
I should take them for a walk, maybe we’ll start tomorrow. I just can’t today.
I saw this online, has anyone else seen it?
*The American Medical Association has weighed in on
Trump’s Corona strategy:
Allergists were in favor of scratching it, but Dermatologists advised not to make any rash moves.
Gastroenterologists had sort of a gut feeling about it, but Neurologists thought the Administration had a lot of nerve.
Meanwhile, Obstetricians felt certain everyone was laboring under a misconception, while Ophthalmologists considered the idea shortsighted.
Pathologists yelled, “Over my dead body!” while Pediatricians said, “Oh, grow up!”
Psychiatrists thought the whole idea was madness, while Radiologists could see right through it.
Surgeons decided to wash their hands of the whole thing and Internists claimed it would indeed be a bitter pill to swallow.
Plastic Surgeons opined that this proposal would “put a whole new face on the matter.”
Podiatrists thought it was a step forward, but Urologists were pissed off at the whole idea.
Anesthesiologists thought the whole idea was a gas, and those lofty Cardiologists didn’t have the heart to say no.
In the end, the Proctologists won out, leaving the entire decision up to the a-holes in Washington.*
{{{Nellie and the whole world}}} John Prine was a fixture here in Nashville. I got twigged to his music years ago by my late friend Ozark and never let go. I was lucky enough to get tickets when he last played the Ryman.
Moooooooom, you do know that the first grandkid gets to name the grandparents.
sari, you could go to the dollar store and get a cheap burner phone so’s that your son has his own phone number for tax purposes. If you buy by minutes, he could go a long time on the original purchase. He’ll have to have one anyway when he goes into the job market.
dot, Nelson will be getting a birthday card from Chewy at the end of the month too. I love that and the Christmas cards.
When I left irk today, they were setting up a tent near the employee entrance to have your temp scanned for building entry. They are also requiring masks whenever you’re away from your irk station (I’ve been wearing one for a while now anyway). They will be furnishing them for anyone who doesn’t already have one.
Nelson was acting all weird and crying a while ago. Then he went to the door and barked twice, so I figured he had unfinished business and harnessed him up. The only unfinished business he had was playing with Kobe and Snoop, the neighbor dogs. 
He’s had two days in a row of me letting him off leash when they were outside. Today makes three. Fortunately, my neighbors and their dogs are totally cool with it. 
Chicken fried steak, mashed potatoes with butter and cream, country gravy, and leftover Mexicorn. And some red wine and some Jack Daniels.
Mrs. L.A. said, ‘Thank you. I was joking this morning when I asked for chicken fried steak!’
Do not joke with a cook.
OMFG, today was rough at irk! First hour+, my center (there are three in different states in my department) wasn’t getting calls at all due to phone system issues. For the rest of the day, it was back to back to back with three-figure queues. When my center closed for the day (at least one of the other two runs 24/7), our three major queues totalled over 1200 calls waiting. I told my sup we need chocolate or something, he said he’d run it past great-grandboss. Bonus point for the jackass in another dept who was a whiny little rude brat to me (this also got mentioned to sup. I don’t need that crap). I also did not need the people who seemingly could not grasp the concept of “answer the question you are asked, please do not dump five minutes of backstory, there are HUNDREDS of people waiting to be helped”.
Attempted supply foraging on the way home was a total fail. Apparently, if one has a day job and does not qualify for senior hours, one does not need any cleaning supplies. Locusts are still keeping those shelves stark bare, and from what I heard from a stocker at one store, they do get shipments each night that vanish very fast the next morning.
I hit Harris Teeter, still no paper products or cleaning products. But today they were out of rice, dried beans, and soy sauce. I guess Sichuan Cajun red beans and rice is the hot survival food at the moment.:dubious:
:D:D:D
Midgt, a walk might be nice.
{{{{Dots}}}}
The hell are people doing with this stuff?
Evening all. BLT’s have been consumed for dinner and a nasty storm came, deposited a bunch or rain, and departed (Red, looks like some more nasty stuff is taking a bead on central Tennessee, so take care.)
Nettie, not sure what your center does (you’ve probably explained it but I forget stuff), but yeah, that’s very busy. Hope it slacks off in a bit.
Cupcakes, And nurses say “F*** it, we’ll handle this…”
Everyone take care.
We’re contracted to a major bank, doing prepaid debit cards that are used by some employers and government agencies to issue payments. I’m not allowed to be very specific publicly, but I will say that one type we handle is several states’ UI/disability payment cards.
I strongly suspect plans to resell at price-gouging markups once they make sure the rest of us cannot have supplies at reasonable prices by stripping store shelves.
I sang John Prine songs while I walked today. For some reason, out of all his songs, “Illegal Smile” was the one running through my head all day, maybe because I like the “hot dog bun.my sister’s a nun” bit at the end.
Holy moly, did my upstairs neighbors have a HUUUGE fight today! We’re talking crashing sounds, yelling, and then someone screaming, “Go ahead! Kill yourself! I’m so f–kin’ sick of this!” :eek: After that, it got very quiet. I hope they’re both still alive up there. I guess social isolation gets to some folks.
{{{Dot}}} I’m so sorry. Way 'too much bad news for you lately.
red, I’m envious. I saw him once in concert with Steve Goodman and Bonnie Kolak. I loved SG, too–another Chicago great who died too soon.
Nettie, that WAS a crappy day. My mother would’ve gotten out the wine jug and poured you a big glass. (Yes, my mom bought jug wine. It was her peasant roots, I guess.) I hope you poured yourself a glass of something better.
FCM, no kidding, I think Roxy is VERY bright. It’s unusual for a kid that young to know most of the alphabet letters, and figuring out the W/M thing is a promising sign, too. Guess she got Gramma’s brains. (Tell her to put them back right now! )
I don’t do alcohol. Got home too wrung out to even forage chocolate (and I do make sure to have that on hand), then to add to the fun, jackass neighbors were being totally unnecessarily loud in the parking lot. For bonus points, it was a flock of five-ish guys who could NOT all be roomies, since the largest apartments in the complex are 2BD/2bath. And they were less than 6 feet from my bedroom window! Listen, jackasses, just because YOU may not have to work tomorrow does NOT mean your neighbors don’t need some damn sleep!
And DH is reporting sore throat, with mild cough from throat irritation, and nausea. He says no fever, or shortness of breath.
I know, I should slide this over to the April rants thread, but here feels more like someplace I can vent without people being too annoyed with me.
heh FCM be wary of rox being called a genius us smarter than average types tend to be lazy bums when older whos main talent is getting everyone to do everything for us as a few of my teachers found ut when I weaseled them into doing my homework for me and they were the ones that assigned it in the first place
My main goal is getting through the holiday and this thing with ut killing my darling relatives…aunts grouchier than a mountain cat with a sore paw since she cant go anywhere but to the stores … at least cousin in out of the way except on laundry and shower day …
and the weather outside looks like thanksgiving did (it snowed) instead of a sunny easter day
But other than that its more of the same …
Lord, I HATE this. People do this all the time when calling the shelter. They call and they tell you they have a cat and she’s a sweet little cat and they found her under a canoe as a kitten and bottle fed her and she’s pure black and beautiful, but she’s so shy and she doesn’t like anybody but family and last year, she had kittens and it was really tough because the caller’s husband is on disability after he hurt his back at work and so they’re on a fixed income and it’s been really hard because the husband doesn’t even really like the cats, but boy he sure likes this one little black one because she reminds him of one he had when he was in college- his grandma’s cat was really mean, like… really mean, but when then he found this one in a puddle and took her home and she would say “I love you” just like this- “whaaaaawwwwuuuwoooo” but he knew it was “I love you” and she even used the toilet!
And… oh my god. GET ON WITH IT. What do you want? Do you want us to take the cat? Spay her? Take the kittens? Do you need advice? Food? Do you want to adopt her a friend? WHAT. DO. YOU. WANT? I could not possibly care less about your husband or the dog you had in the seventies or your ungrateful son who stole from you and and whose girlfriend is covered in tattoos and has a piercing through her nose like a bull and won’t let you see your grandbabies. All my lines are ringing and there are seventy two people standing in the lobby staring at me waiting for me to get off the phone to help them. Just tell me what you want.
I uh… have a lot of pet peeves. I’m a very cranky person.
Anyway, just finished watching another livestream. Julian Koster from the Orbiting Human Circus (of the Air), one of my favorite podcasts. It’s so lovely. His stories and music are captivating and sweet with just the right amount of weird. I didn’t really get the appeal of livestreams before, but it’s nice right now to have something- ANYTHING- to look forward to and separate one day from another. The next one I know of will be Friday- the same band who has done it the last few Fridays.
Thanks for the link, that could be it but I’ll have to get it looked at properly once we’re allowed to do such things. The pain location is all round the back of my heel, not so much underneath and not really the arch so tending more towards the Achilles.
It’s hindering activity in that it doesn’t bother me if I am sitting doing nothing but it’s very painful to walk. It was quite a sudden onset, happened before when I was doing circuit training at the gym and the instructor put short sprints into the circuit. At the time, I thought it was down to my trainers having inadequate support so I bought new and better ones, plus some gel heel grips that are supposed to stop your feet moving around too much when you wear them.
It’s definitely worse on waking and it takes me a while to get moving, also the same if I’ve been sitting for a while and then get up to walk somewhere. Once I’ve walked a bit, it gets better but that sounds like it’s because the muscles are stretching.
Chefguy - thanks for the warning!
Good Mornin’ Y’all! Up and caffeinatin’. YAWN ‘Tis 74 Amurrkin out and cloudy with a chance of mornin’ rain/tstorms/apocalypse, and a high of 88 and maybe mostly N.O.S. this afternoon. Today I shall make pimento cheese, cause, well, pimento cheese! OYKW is makin’ sup, which he says will be fried chikin strips, field peas, rice ‘n gravy, squishes, and cornbread. Yes, he can cook. I took a small ham outta da freezer to bake for Sunday, Hate not havin’ folks over for an Easter celebration and feast, however. We shall have us an Easter feast albeit on a smaller scale. Tonight we shall attend a virtual Maundy Thursday service offered by the Diocese. Just another fun filled day in paradise!
Now I need more caffeine and to feed rumbly tummy. Then, onward into the day! Rah.
Happy Thursday Y’all! A blessed Maundy Thursday to those who observe. If you’re feelin’ rushed to day, that’s because it’s just another manic Maundy.