Halfway thru the year in the MMP

Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share
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Taters, just curious: could you tell the slackers if their stuff isn’t packed up by moving day, they’ll have yo move it themselves, or would that be another can of worms? Hope you feel better after playing in the dirt!

My dad, who was born in the early 20th century, was given his mother’s maiden name as his middle name. It was trendy among the gentry at the time, and though they weren’t gentry, I guess my grandmother liked the idea. Or wanted to be gentry. It fell out of use, but it seems to be happening more now.

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nellie, no I can’t tell them that; I work for the fedgov. Also, we need to be completely out of that space by the 26th of July. So, they would go on thinking there is just some magical moving fairy that is going to pack their shit up.

Although I am management, I am not their supervisor. These are grown-assed adults, but I swear to God, everyone has been acting like some helpless baby, or worse, thinking they are above packing their stuff when each of the management team, including myself has been over there packing stuff at some point. I’ve been over three times and packed anything admin/lease/or property related. I also hauled a bunch of crap out on my own.

I’m done and the gloves are completely off now. That’s not a good thing.

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You mean ark, right? :rofl:

Italian coworker’s son, less than 10 years old, doesn’t have a middle name, and neither does the coworker or coworker spouse. Maybe it’s that part of Italy?

Your mom and my had/have the same name. My grandmother‘s grandmother was named Anna, so my grandmother got Ann as a middle name, which was used all the time, in combination with her first name.

I got Ann promoted to be part of my first name, but have mostly avoided my parents using both my first and middle name. Except when I‘m in trouble, of course. :innocent:

Earlier this week a bird flew into the window pane, so my husband moved it’s body to the side, intending to bury it this morning. Bird was gone. Not sure a cat or a raptor took it.

Looking at flights to the U.S. Way more expensive than last Christmas, but I don’t want to wait too long before going again. There’s already three people who won’t be around much longer and/or won’t know who I am much longer.

If somebody wants to send us some rain, I would be quite grateful. I really don’t like watering, but I do like having green things.

Speaking of which, I need to get water for the tomato plants - the first harvest is drawing nigh.

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I fell last night. I’m missing the patellar tendon on my left knee. My right knee doesn’t go all the way back since my skiing injury in high school. So I’m walking to the kitchen and my left knee buckle. I wen’t down on both knees. Hard. So now my left knee is swollen, and I turned my right ankle.

I hope I won’t have any trouble getting the kayaks off of the Jeep later.

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My impaired vision read this as I think today I will drink :wine_glass::tropical_drink::cocktail::wine_glass::beer::tumbler_glass::clinking_glasses:around in my yard and I was jealous. I also thought “you go, girl!”

Enjoy the dinking, drinking and dirt!

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Happy Saturday!

My days are so confused. I keep thinking it’s Sunday.

Wet 72 degrees morning at the park, and chilly to me. I turned on the heat in the truck on the drive home. Not a bad crowd considering the weather. No Barky and Humpy.
Lily pulled another Lily, but a much shorter one this time. Coco thought about it, but I think she is afraid of getting left behind. We were there for over 3 hours, so Echo was plenty ready to leave.
Poor Sky is still afraid of Echo, but she is afraid of Coco too. She is very timid.
The new Lucy showed up, she is a small Siberian. Echo tried to give her some shit and she didn’t care. We left them alone and soon they were having a great time playing together.
Her owner used to irk with my son, and said my son is really quiet and focused on his irk.

I came home, ate some breakfast and fell asleep sitting up in my chair. I hurt all over.
I have stuff to do, but I’m seriously considering a nice hot bath and a long nap.

Ouchie, Flyboy

I was raised Catholic. I wanted Anastacia as my Confirmation name, but went with my mother’s middle name, Ruth, instead. I actually had to think about it to remember.
My son’s father was Italian, and he and his two sisters have middle names.
However, my father had no middle name and used his confirmation name. I’m sure his siblings were the same, although I don’t know for sure.
As far as confession, always always always… one Act of Contrition, five Our Father’s, five Hail Mary’s. It didn’t matter what I did, how much of it, good, bad, indifferent, it was always the same.
I can’t imagine how boring it must have been for the poor priest to have to sit there and listen to children’s confessions. Kid after kid, with not one exciting sin among them.

Sounds like a sucky situation Taters. Adults shouldn’t have to tell other adults to act like an adult.

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I don’t know what hurts more; my legs, or the typos.

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Ouch! Flyboy.

I didn’t even know confirmation names were a thing until just now. My middle name is my father’s first name. I suppose I could use it now that he’s dead, but I’m kinda used to the one I’ve used all my life.

My annoying sister-in-law left some instant grits here when she visited and that’s what I’m eating for breakfast. I don’t mind them, but Wifey hates grits, for some reason.
How’ that for ‘mundane and pointless’?

It’s 84f here on our front porch, heading for 87, ‘they’ say.

I had a corner shelf in the basement that I took out of the bedroom. I was trying to decide what to do with it. It’s too big to go into the garbage without sawing it up into little pieces. Wifey said “paint it and we can put it on the deck to hold small garden tools, it’ll last a few years”. So yesterday I painted it. Today I will go down and see if it needs another coat, and maybe it’ll get up on the deck today.

That’s all the excitement from here for today.

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So I was finally allowed to do overgoods. I got off at 1. The rain has yet to arrive, perhaps when I’m napping.

You have my sympathies.

Feel better, Flyboy.

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You and FCD both. Since he’s retired, he has no idea what day it is! I have to keep track because of herding the grands, plus I need to remember the proper day when posting here. Don’t wanna wish you a happy Tuesday on Wednesday… :wink:

For the first time since who knows when, our boat is in order. Everything is put away, the rugs are down, I vacuumed up miscellaneous crap, cleaned the heads, and wiped down various surfaces in the main salon. FCD did a few minor fixes. So we’re ready to go out tomorrow - just our daughter and a coworker are coming along. The grands will be with their other grandmother.

Tobias can now pull himself up to his feet without help. Life as we know it is over!!! :open_mouth:
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I’m tired - gonna plop down in my recliner and see if I can stay awake.

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I was also raised Catholic and educated K through 12 in Catholic schools. I chose Micheal as my Confirmation name but for the life of me I can not remember why.

I usually avoid discussing the Catholic Church for the most part because I do not seem to be able to avoid being triggered and spewing the bitterness with which I view the Church.

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flyboy Feel better soonest. I’ve got two bad knees and two bad achilles, so I know the troubles of walking.

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I have a name that sounds like I was raised with money …ha ha ha … but I hated my middle name as a kid because of a particular series of Disney movies involving a VW beetle …

as for me … well I got into a yelling match and gave my aunt my thoughts on a few matters which weren’t appreciated which made things crappy for a few days but its sort of calmed down now

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These are the times that try men’s souls. (I’d say “people’s souls,” but that’d be misquoting ol’ Tommy Paine.) I left to go to the store. Got two blocks and realized I’d forgotten my list. I went back, got it, left again. This time I got 1almost half a mile, realized I’d forgotten the babushka cart, walked back, got it. My pazzo brain is making my feet do more work.

I came home to find the Instacart order (from Costco) screwed up. I’m getting a refund on those items, but dangit, I really wanted THOSE items, and neither was on the “We’re getting low. Choose a replacement.” list. Sigh.

I’m cooling off before I head to the gym.

FCM, yaaay for Tobias!

Just curious: was he born in Italy or is he just of Italian consent? I’ve read that in Italy 1) middle names fell out of favor in the 19th century. 2) Middle names fell out of favor in the 1950s. 3)Everybody has middle names in Italy! 3) Nobody has a middle name in Italy! Maybe, like so much over there, it is varies by region. I know the first daughter is supposed to be named after her paternal grandmother. Mom’s dad was drunk when the first one was born, so he named her after his favorite saint when he registered her birth. OK, second one will be named after you, mama! Nope, got drunk the second time, too and named that daughter something else, but they never told his mother that and just called her by the gramma’s name.

Have you ever read The Last Catholic in America? So funny! The class is all herded to confession, and this kid makes his confession. They break for lunch, and he goes home and realizes he forgot a sin! So when he goes back to school, he gets back in line, and all the kids are in awe. “Whoa! What did you do over lunch?” :laughing:

flyboy, hope the knee gets better. It sounds awful.

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oopsie, Ann is my middle / baptismal name. I had a cousin Patricia Ann (aka Patsy) who basically just took her first name for confirmation.

wheelie, giving the mother’s family name as a middle name for at least one of her children was pretty common for a lot of years here in the south. It has been coming back as of late.

Ouch 8flyboy*! I hope that you don’t get too sore.

bumba, my mundane post was going to be about instant grits too. All of a sudden, the only kind of grits I’ve found in the grocery store have been instant (such blasphemy!). Tomorrow, I’m going to check to see if anyone has polenta (pretty much the same as yellow grits). First world problems. :stuck_out_tongue:

Made a run for coffee at World Market, then went to UGO for some chicken leg quarters and left with 10# of them, 5# of thighs, a couple of pork steaks, some Italian sausage, some smoked pork hocks and a pound and a half of Wright’s (my preferred brand) thick sliced bacon, along with some nuts and a pint of Ben & Jerry’s peanut butter cookie ice cream. My freezer’s full! :slight_smile:

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Howdy Y’all! We had some quality cee-mint pond time, napped, slothed, cooked and et sup. The peach cobbler is especially nummy if’n I do say so myself. Made even nummier with a big scoop of ‘niller ice cream! Had some rain this afternoon and awaitin’ more this evenin’.

FlyBoy ouch! Hope the knees are not too hurty today.

Instant grits are a tool of Satan. There, I said it.

Confirmation in the Episcopal church, though a big deal, is apparently not as big a deal as it is in the Catholic church. No takin’ on a confirmation name and all that stuff. I did get a Book of Common Prayer with my name engraved on it, and there was cake in the Parish hall after church. I was cool with that.

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shades your middle name is Herbie?

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Evening all. Got half my swimmin’ in (I do two 30-minute sessions, the pool was full for the second one), but the whirlpool was working, so that and the sauna filled up the time. Mickey D’s fed me about three, might make a sammich pre-bedtime, we’ll see. Rain showed up about 6pm but I think it’s stopped now, so rain-sun-rain for today, which should help the grass grow. Took my two recyclable cans out to the main bin, so should have a full load for them this month.

Amazing number of lapsed Catholics here.

nellie, looks at the bright side and how many extra calories you burned…

hippie, I’m not bitter at the Church, just can’t see myself joining any organized religion these days, but I’m sure you have good justification, for which I’ll buy you a beer sometime to discuss it.

FCM, get your roller skates ready, keeping up with both of the grands being mobile will be a job and a half.

Flyboy, be well and hope you get back to walking soon. Falling is the one thing I fear most at my age.

Taters, never remember it being an issue when we moved; we got the boxes and tape, we got the stuff ready and were set to go…of course, I worked for the DoD, so a lot of the folks were military and moving from place to place wasn’t a new thing for most of them. Hope they get their heads on straight.

Oopsie, I hope they get the steps fixed sooner rather than later, that sounds like an accident waiting to happen.

OK, sounds like the rain has ceased, might as well go out and check the mailbox to see if there was any post-4pm deliveries.

All y’all take care.

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My left knee is still swollen, but my right ankle seems more-or-less OK.

We went paddling. Well… floating. Yakwife’s endurance is… somewhat lacking. She’d paddle a few strokes, then rest, then paddle, then rest… I’m surprised we made any headway at all. So I spent a lot of time floating, or paddling back to be with her. (She thanked me a little bit ago for staying with her.) My Drifter is three feet longer than her Sky, and therefore faster. Plus I started kayaking 20+ years ago (still have the same 'yak) and have more upper body strength. We saw a length of ‘something’ off of Point Whitehorn. Wifey asked if it was a bar. I said I thought it was kelp. As we got closer, I thought it might be a huge flock of seabirds. Since I’m faster, I left her and had a shufti. It was indeed bull kelp, and the bulbs looked a little like birds. So my first guess was correct. We spent about two hours paddling, covering about two miles round-trip.

Got home, and immediately started pounding the meat to make aspara nikumaki. We had that, rice, salad, and home-make Japanese sesame dressing for dinner. I’ve showered all of the salt off of me.

Oh! I almost forgot. I got a bee sting as we were nearing the state park. I felt something crawling on my inner thigh and picked it off. I saw it was a bee, and it was immediately jettisoned overboard. I don’t know if its venom was weak, or if it didn’t sting until I was pulling it away and she didn’t get her stinger in very far. I did get stung, though, since it started to burn. Didn’t last long. I do a lot of walking and yardwork, so I didn’t get sunburned. Wifey did turn a bit red on her arms, and the discovered the joy of aloe vera gel. :slight_smile:

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Yes, finally. They brought me a big helping of chicken pho (I begged them, it’s only available in the “big city” where they’re staying, not anywhere in my rinky-dink lil’ small town) and I promptly slurped it down in front of them.

Had to take a nap as soon as they left!