Afternoon. Driving Husband has mysteriously appeared, and apparently I’m supposed to make dinner.
I bought a pinot grigio (is that spelled right?), a French merlot, and some nice dependable Australian chardonnay for tomorrow. There will be much drunkeness. I am looking forward to it.
I’m back from running around. I went to the grocery store and stocked up ReboSon’s pantry. And I went downtown to pick up more meds for my Hep.
I have some steaks thawing for dinner, with baked NOTs and salad and sauteed fungi.
Hey, Rue! I have a question. (Or anyone else who knows.) Can a spayed dog have signs of being in heat? My unneutered male dog is constantly sniffing my female, and hunching the air some. And whining! It’s driving me nuts. She has no bloody discharge, but the male is sure interested in where she’s been sitting. At first it was funny, but now it’s getting a bit gross, to tell you the truth.
The vet said she was spayed. (If y’all recall, she was a stray.) And I’ve seen the scar for myself.
I figure if I go to St. Augie and drink from the Fountain of Youth enough times, I will be an immortal 21 year old stud. I’d settle for 40 and bein’ called daddy, though. 
I kinda have a feeling that the Fountain of Youth is a scam, but one never knows. FCM perhaps one day soon I can get up to the wonders of wherever the heck that is you are in Maryland. I like touring wineries. I enjoy wine tastings. Makes me feel all grown up and sophisticated like. I mean, I don’t <snerk> near as much when I’m doing somethin’ like that. I still ain’t real up on what I’m supposed to be lookin’ for other than, “I like that” and “Ewwww” when it comes to wine, but I still like doing it.
You oughta come out here again, Swampy, and have a look at some of our wineries.
We never make it to more than three or four in an afternoon though, 'cause we refuse to spit it out.
Oregon wines are at least as good as that hootch the Frenchies make and better than California wines.
BTW, We don’t have those fancy screw-off tops, but a lot of our wineries are using plasticy sorta corks now.
Hello! Anyone miss me? Backsplash tile is done–thank the lord. It looks great, if I do say so meself.
Another busy day–and the future ones are going to get busier. I hope to pop in, but man, the hours are flying by! I hafta start on my paper this weekend, and read a WHOLE book! :eek:
Out to do yard work–and I have talked to the plumber and I will have a sink and running water in the kitchen on Monday! I may just throw myself at him, in fervent gratitude to be re-entering the 20th century. It’s been since May 10–no water in the kitchen. It got old real quick…
Mogen-David? How bout Blatt’s Light Cream Ale? Or Old Milwaukee beer? Ah, distorted and dizzy memories of younger, more impulsive times. I still can’t even smell gin w/o wanting to throw up.
spats --I speak as a friend and (inappropriate) cyber flirt–please up your meds or something. Your puns are getting worse–can you riff on physics or similiar? Like this:
2 physicists enter a bar. A disco contest ala Saturday Night Fever is in progress. Being geeks, they move to the wall to observe the mating rituals of other members of their species. Soon they are tipsy. Another scientist, Al–the head of their department, enters the bar. He assess the situation and immediately grabs a female and proceeds to dance. One physicist turns to the other and says, “Look at that–Algorithm!”)
My wine supply right now consist of an ancient bottle of Cold Duck and some Boone’s farm left behind by the Easts, plus a box o’wine I bought myself. It’s a cheap red, sweet, and it’s good. I drink it over ice. I can just feel wine lovers the world over weeping…
Howdy all! Now that summer’s here and I’m feeling better (anemic don’tchaknow) I hope to be popping in more often. Like for to deliver fascinating info such as my fourth of july hotdogs were soooo salty. A big disappointment, like when I ate a Twinkie for the first time in a decade and found out they were actually disgusting little lard ‘n’ sugar “cakes”.
My newly re-upholstered loveseat is just back, still warm from the delivery van. It’s very, very, berry pink. Almost hot pink-- it looked much more berry when I bought the fabric, I swear. A couple of pillows and a few accent pieces and I think I might be able to pull it off.
Bumba, years ago I visited a winery that was in Oregon, off the PCH, then off a side road, down a little dirt lane for a mile or so, then the house was at the top of a gentle hill. It was white and there was a big leafy tree by the front porch. They made really good wine, but I forgot the name. You know the place I’m talking about-- grape vines all over the fields and such. Could you look up their addy? Thanks.
Welcome back Ashes[sup]2[/sup]. Just so’s you know, Twinkie is now one of the cool kids - so you have to put a “(not)” after the snack name, like we all do with Taters
Just stoppin’ by on the way to sleepy-bye. Hi everyone!
Sorry, Ashes, no anemia allowed. You can tell it I said so! 
Seriously, hope you’ve got it under control!
Shibb, just let us know either your favorite books or the best books you’ve ever read and you’ll be all caught up.
Just saw Pirates. Didn’t make me talk funny, though. Liked it a lot, but don’t want to spoil it for anyone…
Have to get up early to go to the Lily Festival in SE Ohio somewheres. So I’m goin’ to bed now, cuz I’m all sleepy.
Happy weekend!
GT
Thanks for looking out for me, there, rosie. Although I kind of am a little lard & sugar cake, I’m fairly certain Ashes and I haven’t met!
G’nite all!
Party in rigs’s kitchen!!!
I hate death, and wakes and all the “stuff” that has to go on around all that. I know, it’s supposed to be a comforting thing for family, but I don’t remember it that way when dad died. I just wanted everyone to go away.
Dinner here worked out to be a burger at the new microbrewery in town. The Wife gets her wine fix nonetheless with a glass of cheap Merlot while she bastes her back with the heating pad.
I met new neighbors that aren’t new neighbors yet. There’s a new house going up across the street from us. The couple and their kids were by today, doing the “walking through the house under construction” walk, that’s a staple on our block. Nice couple, two little kids.
I was reading a book from the library over the past couple weeks that took a lot of my time, and I’m way behind on my magazines. So, if y’all don’t mind, I’m going to fire up a beerverage and dig into last month’s VF.
Good evening! I’ve had my nap and dinner. I make a seafood stir-fry with the seafood medley from Wally World. I had to buy it it had squid in it!(in doghouse, MMPer eats squid!)
gt, you’re welcome! There were complaints about the appalling lack of juvenile behavior in recent MMPs so I stepped up to do my part.
mika, it could be worse, you could have a beagle screaming at the lawn guys to get off her darn lawn.
swampy,Ellen, unsweetened iced tea? Heretics! The pitchfork wielding mob will be there for you guys shortly.
rebo, dogs will still sniff and hump, especially if they were fixed late in life.
bumba, I went to a wine tasting in the Napa valley. the guide was slurring at 11a.m. My kind of job.
FCM, if your daughter went from Fla. to Texas, she was a bit south of the dogparents. Sorry about the fest, but for $80 you could buy shrimp, jazz CDs and beer and be a living, breathing jazz party at home.
Hold off on the party until the ice maker is functional (did you know that we go thru 10 pounds of ice every 3 days? how about that) and I have a sink. But then–let the margaritas flow!
I posted and it got eaten-damned rodents. Anyhoo–I was wondering if Ashes was cigarettes, woodfire, cremation or arson type–or perhaps cricket?
off to bed soon. sorry El Bus Hombre had to go to a wake (I don’t find such things comforting, either, although the memorial service we held for my sister was somewhat).
PS-I don’t speak Spanish…
That’s OK, I translated your post to Spanish and then back to English for you:
Silly Rigs, Ashes is the Plague! Laundry is always a pain, poseys make a mess when they’re run throught the wash.
Also, the twinkie in question wasn’t our Twinkie because it wasn’t emboldened. Though our **Twinkie ** might be emboldened by all the spirits gurgled in the MMP of late.
The anemia is coming under control, crossmyfingers, gardentraveler. The worst part is when my blood sugar crashes and I’m sick for the better part of a day. Aside from no more candy and ice cream dinners, it’s okay. My sister’s hair fell out when it zapped her, yeek!
Senor Camion Hombre is close. Though now I notice with Mr, the Guy is sorta redundant. Huh.
fetus --that is awesome! I laughed and laughed. How did you do that?
We All Fall Down aka Ashes2 (don’t ask me how to superscript; I’l lucky I can turn this damned thing on!)–I like it. But, I also like all the riffs on your name.
I plan on having fun with names in future.
Ha! You won’t get my secret out of me so easily!
Oh. Whoops.
A good round of Babelfish can diffuse even the most tense situations. For example, how can you get angry at this internationalized take on a contentious political issue?
Hey all, I have not been keeping up, again, this time because skiffman was home, again, over the holiday weekend. Fishing is not going well this year, and between the poor sockeye run and the price of fuel things are getting a little scary. He left at 4:00 am yesterday, and the island will be closed to commercial fishing Monday while they (ADF&G) begin to manage the humpie run. sigh So the boat will be back in sometime Monday/Tuesday, depending on where they are right now.
As a crafty type person, I can think of many uses for turkey feathers. Antlers, though, I literally have to make myself blind to, as my husband litters them about “his” part of the yard, and tries to bring them in the house. Generally I win, but not always. I do not have any on the walls though, no heads or other taxidermied animals either. If he had his way we would have big game heads and fish hanging all over the place, yeesh.
Bobbio congratulations on the new homestead. It looks like you have tons of room, and the farmer in me has itchy fingers just looking at your photos! Too bad I live so far away, I would love to come help!
dot I am not entirely certain of your circumstances, but I can read between the lines, and I just want to say that everything passes in time. I have two daughters in their early twenties, and another daughter and a son in their early teens, and the angst is thick. The older girls are beginning to get a handle on Life. Just hang in there and know that you are cared about. (((hug)))
More to post, but I don’t want to make it too long, so I’ll post the rest later.
For those keeping score, at 6 this morning, the kiln was just a bit over 1800 degrees F, and there was a definite orangy-red glow visible thru the gap between the lid and the body. It’s got to get up to 2167 degrees F, then it’ll turn off and spend the rest of the day cooling down. Then it’ll be ready for regular firing. Since I won’t be doing bisque firing to cone 5 under normal circumstances, going to cone 04 instead, it shouldn’t take nearly that long. But the glaze firing will be to cone 6 - so I suppose that will take longer.
Don’t you just love it when someone throws lingo at you trying to be all impressive and stuff? Well, since we eradicate ignerince an’ all here, I’ll share this link as a quick-n-dirty reference. Because I’m nice, dammit. And because I’m still new enough at this that I don’t know a whole lot more lingo. So if you’re not impressed now, there’s nothing more I can do.
Just out of curiosity - did everyone who asked for a pot or something from me get it? I’ve seen a few posts and gotten a few emails, but not enough to cover every box I sent out. Not that there’s anything I can do about it, since I didn’t insure any of them, but I would like to know that the USPS came through for me.
Lessee, what else. We talked to the kid last night. They spent the day at Carlsbad, then hung around to watch the bats fly out of the caves. Then they were going to drive and find a hotel, and today’s destination, I think, is the Grand Canyon. Unless they decide to detour to Roswell. Dunno. I’ll find out when she calls today.
FIL had 2 stents put in his heart yesterday - one artery was nearly closed off. I fear he didn’t inherit his mother’s longevity gene - she lived well into her 90s, while he’s 76 and he’s had lots of heart problems over the last 6 or 7 years. My inlaws are supposed to go on a cruise to Hawaii this fall. My dad died enroute to my parents’ cruise to Hawaii. I just hope history doesn’t repeat itself.
And not to be a continued downer, but I got an email from my very first boyfriend - his wife has been undergoing cancer treatment, but yesterday they found new tumors in her brain, among other things. She’s about my age. They have a 12 or 13 y/o son. It’s a very scary time for all of them. I know they’d appreciate any good thoughts or prayers you have lying around.
Sometimes this mortality thing really sucks…
But life goes on. It’s a beautiful morning in southern Merrylande and I’m going to play with my mulcher today - I’ve got remnants of a cedar shrub thing that’s going to be reduced to a pile of chips if all goes well. Now, where did I leave my earplugs??