The cold front has come through. It’s windy and rainy and COOOOOOOOLD out there. I’m gonna shower tonight so I don’t freeze my hair in the morning.
I guess summer really is over. <sigh>
Dang it! That was my big secret! I didn’t want anyone here (in the MMP) to know I was a Pratchett reader. (Just finished the Bromeliad Trilogy (Truckers, Diggers and Wings) I got from Half Price Books. I liked it enough I would have paid full price and not grumped about it. But at half price? Bonus!)
The most funnest thing I did today was trim a Basset’s (pronounced bass-AY) toenails. Right after he got a bath, (bad timing, but no one told me it needed to be done until too late) so he was still damp. And not really in the mood to get his nails cut.
In the end it took three of us to get the job done (but one of us three was just a little, tiny slip of a girl- so she barely counts) (although she held on to that sucker like a champ, she just got tired too soon). That was the third thing I did this morning. The third last thing I did this evening was help trim another dog’s toenails. It was a Brittany (not a spaniel, actually), and it went much smootherly.
Lost is on in a few minutes. I’m going to watch that and then go to sleep.
Just so you all know.
Oh, my goodness! Rue reads Terry Pratchett. I, for one, am shocked.
So, does everyone watch Lost? I’ve pretty much stopped watching TV, but just about everyone I know watches this show. My entire book group. My 75-year-old fried I called earlier. And now, Rue, too. What’s so fascinating about it?
It was me who talked about recipe software, Bumba. Just starting to think about it, so it may be a while.
It’s cold here too. Very windy, too. I’m glad about it, though, because it’ll freeze up all those nasty leaf mold bits and maybe my allergies will go away again. Cuz if they don’t I’m gonna have to go to the doctor and I JUST DON’T HAVE TIME FOR THAT! I made soup for dinner. Chicken and vegetable broth with some tomato added. And cabbage, potatoes, corn, green beans, peas and carrots. It just occured to me that I forgot to add the chicken. (It’s chopped in the freezer from the previous round of soupmaking.)
Our zoo turns it’s Christmas light display on tomorrow, so yes, the holidays have begun. I’ll be there with friends - it’s kind of become a tradition.
I’m thinking Arby’s isn’t really a place where I’d expect the jus to be much more than brown + salt + water. Don’t know that I’ve ever actually had anything au jus, though, so I’m not sure I’m allowed an opinion.
So did you see my teeny-tiny post from this morning? The one about P being for pee, poo and puke? That was kind of a milestone one. (1000) Is it wrong that I’m kinda proud that it was hopelessly mundane?
Off to add chicken to the soup so that it’s in there for lunch tomorrow…
GT
I made crepes and lemon curd. I think that whenever it’s time to scrub the kitchen I get attacks of cookingness. This is because I’d far rather be cooking than cleaning, especially if it’s fun (not necessary) cooking.
But I feel pretty good about it. Hubby is, as we “speak,” enroute to Group Health Hospital in Bellevue, from U of W Med Center via AMR ambulance.
I came home because I’m exhausted
At about 7:00PM, Hubby said he was going to take the trash to the street. I was just getting into the shower, because I’d planned to go to bed early. I was just taking my shoes off, when I heard a tiny, frightened voice calling my name.
One shoe on and one off, I raced to the kitchen. :eek: There stood my honey, the love of my life, bleeding from nurmeous places on his face. His right eye, the one he’d blacked on Sunday, was swollen shut with blood dripping from it, his right cheek bone looked broken, as did his lower jaw. He had just stepped onto the driveway, when he was was taken by a surprise cough. He went down like a Redwood, he tried to break his fall…with his face.
He stood in the doorway looking so lost and helpless. I burst into tears and started yelling at him to get in the car. He gave me a very weak argument, then got into the car. We live 5 minutes from Uof W Medical Center. I made it in 3.
After what seemed like hours, he got a CAT scan. Amazingly. nothing was broken. They cleaned him up a little, then just as he thought he was going to go home, the BLS rig crew arrived. They forgot to tell us they wanted him in the hospital over night.
He’s going to call when he gets settled, then I’m going to bed. Sure, I’m still worried, but I don’t have to sleep with one eye open tonight.
Ok I’ll stop whining, now.
Once again, the letter P stands for exhausted. I really, really need to just pick a day and GO TO BED EARLIER!
(News on the LBBM front. We had a group picture today, and I can’t tell if he’s just a shameless flirt, or if he is interested in me. He invited me back to his house, jokingly, though, to watch him shave the lightning bolts into his beard at a time when he KNEW I had something else that I HAD to do.)
I hate that I’m too busy for LBBM.
eleanor I’m sorry I made you bring up unpleasantness. I thought that the barely refered to hetero. Best wishes for you. I know how hard the (possible) end of a marriage can be. My lasted 15 years.
FCM you two are in my thoughts too. Hang in there.
TV. I don’t watch lost. The first run shows I watch are The West Wing, Gilmore Girls and South Park. And Battlesatr Galatica, but it’s on hiatus right now.
We did hit a steak house last night. I had the sirloin and lobster. But the grilled the lobster, and it was very dry. I really wasn’t expecting anything supercalifragilisticexpialidocious from it, but it really could have been better. Then we looked for clothes for the GF to wear to her interview today, but she didn’t find anything she liked in the right size.
picunurse, just damn! Maybe being observed for a day or two in the hospital is what he needs right now. Poor guy! Let him know that prayers and good thoughts are being sent from Jawja. For you too. You need to take care of yourself as well. Perhaps it’s time for you to call in your male harem to pamper you. 
We have new employee orientation today. This means I get to spend some time telling people how to behave at work. Like anybody ever listens! After that I get to once again explain the latest “newly revised” procedures for some monthly reporting stuff. Envy my life people! Envy me I say!
picunurse, oh no! I really hope picuhubby gets over this soon. It sounds VERY nervous-making!
Our local pop station (WROZ, the Rose) started their “all Christmas music, all the time” programming today. I’m conflicted. On the one hand…good Og! It’s not even Thanksgiving yet! On the other…YAY! CHRISTMAS MUSIC! I could listen to Christmas music on the 4th of July. supervenusfreak laughs at me for that. But YAY! CHRISTMAS MUSIC!
Getting cooler here as well but it’s not windy…just dark and dismal. Still, this is Flawduh and it will not be dipping below mid 70s during the day.
picunurse, I hope you got a good night’s sleep. No sense in both of you being bed bound. I think he needs to just stay down until he’s over the coughing.
fcm, is it the “with with” thing that bothers you?
Last night The Princess[sup]TM[/sup] was bored so talked me into straightening my hair (just temporarily)…so after about a half hour my normally spriggy curls are straight as, well, swampy is not. Mr. Anachi says it makes me look younger. Too bad it takes so long to do. Ain’t happening on a regular basis.
Back to billing hell. 
Tupug
picunurse, I’m sorry picuhubby’s still sick. Good thoughts headed your way.
I saw the cutest teeny little kitten last night. Apparently the mailman got completely confused yesterday and I had one neighbor’s mail in my box, and another neighbor had my mail in her box. So she came over to give me my mail, and had the tiniest little kitten in her arms. White and orange with blue eyes. Awwwww! I love kittens. I want one! Mommy can I keep it? Please? PLEEEEEESE?
This morning sucked.
The alarm went off for Tom to get up at 4:00 - and it was discovered that the dog had had diarrhea all over the bedroom floor. Poor thing! He was very embarrassed. Tom had to go to work, so I cleaned it up. I went back to bed, (I don’t have to get up until 6:00) and overslept. Tested my glucose this morning, and it was high because I was bad last night and ate some Halloween candy.
Stopped to get coffee and the place was a madhouse, took me ten minutes when it usually takes two minutes. I get out on the road to work finally, and there was a wreck or something. Traffic is stopped. So I went the other way and took the tollway. We just recently got this car, and I had to affix the new EZ Tag to the windshield. I put it on crooked, dammit.
I finally got to work only 10 minutes late, but it was a very stressful morning.
Very mundane annoyances. Nothing like what the Picus are going through. I’m so sorry!
picunurse --dayum! I hope the Hubby is ok, pronto. How is your cough coming along?
Can you even visit him with your condition? We tell visitors with just plain colds to stay away…
And are you still working in PICU? Not with whooping cough, I hope!
Cold and sunny here today–gorgeous outside.
Lissla --I caught the virus! Yesterday evening, I cleaned an entire bathroom and swiffered the computer room, as well as purged some of my closet of crap.
Thank you!
Two of my cats just beat up my dog. :eek:
They didn’t do any damage but she’s a bit freaked out. She tends to pester them by poking her big wet nose in their faces. “Hey! Hey, how you doin’?! Wanna play? Let’s play! Can I sniff your butt? Huh?poke,poke”. Usually they just hiss and spit and run away. This time two of them puffed themselves all up and didn’t run away and they were actually jumping on her.
I shooed the dog to her cage for a time out and the cats chased her. One, PurrAnna, continued to stalk around the front of her cage, growling. I finally let her out again after it seemed the cats had settled down but PurrAnna came out of nowhere and started stalking her and growling again. The dog realized that discretion is the better part of safety and pretended not to see the cat and just layed down on the floor near me. But she kept looking over her shoulder at PurrAnna who was a couple feet behind her. She has the most hang dog expression on her face right now. It’s funny but it’s not.
I think that somehow, the kitten started it all.
By the way, the dog is one of those vicious “pit bull” mixes.
I’m so sorry to hear PicuHusband has had a setback! I’m offering prayers for his recovery!
That is a TOTALLY crappy morning Delores! Literally! Tomorrow’s Friday; keep your chin up.
I’m with y’all on the marriage breakup, Sean. I stayed with him more than 16 years. Which was about 10 too long, truth be told. Anyway, I’m happier than should be legal, now, and the pain of the divorce was worth the happiness that awaited me…although I didn’t know it was in my future!
I still hate my job, but I’m right there with ya, Jayjay! Yay! Christmas music! Yay! Secret Santa! I have the first practice for “Holiday Singers” here at work. We sing every year at the Christmas party.
Hi Rue!! I don’t watch Lost. Only CSI, sometimes Numb3rs, usually Jeopardy! and occasionally that FBI one about missing people.
My husband is semi-well and at work today. I no longer have to reboot the mail server every morning. I now have my Computer Guy Jr. journeyman’s license. hee hee.
I have spent the morning saying, more or less, “Yes, we suck, and I’m sorry you ordered something we can’t give you.” This is what I will be doing until Christmas. sigh
I forgot what else I was going to say, because I had to reiterate to yet another person that we suck and I can’t help them. So imagine that I said nice, happy, well-wishing things to everyone. 
I may have to “get sick” this afternoon to keep from killing someone. That’ll be fun. I have three things to do tonight–wash my dishes, do my laundry, and get my novel up to 40,000 words. None of these are beyond the realm of possibility, but I doubt I’ll get to the laundry. Color me surprised.
Draelin --youse needs a game plan is all.
First, eat something. You can’t write on an empty stomach!
Now, soak your dishes.
Put first load o’ laundry in.
Start writing. WRITING the NOVEL–not posting here, not checking your email. Put the words on the screen/paper/scroll of papyrus etc.
Time for a break. Put load in dryer. Wash dishes and place in rack to dry.
Back to THE WRITING.
Go to bed with clear, sanctimonious conscience.
Glad to help…
Ah- I missed an important comma, I see. Dunno about the barely hetero–never tried anything else.
Hmm. You have intrigued me.
Double heh.
Sounds like a plan, eleanor. More or less what I had come up with myself. Although, the dishes have been soaking for days already. I’m thinking, come home, put the laundry in before going up to my apartment (since the laundry room is right next to the parking lot and two hundred yards from my apartment with a flight of stairs at either end), wash the dishes immediately upon coming home so I don’t punk out (like I did last night), go back down to the laundry room and put everything in the dryer, go back up to the house and fire up the computer (without even turning the modem on), write for 45 minutes, go back down to the laundry room and get my clothes out of the dryer, go back up to the apartment, write some more, and then (hopefully) hit 40K before 8:00 so I can fold my laundry while I watch Survivor.
But it’s entirely possible I’ll decide laundry is better served being done on Friday night. Not like I have anything else to do.
When you get handed a sig line, then politeness dictates you show it off. Thanks puggy!