Howdy all! I hope everyone is surviving okay. Our weather here has been up and down, temperature-wise that is. We’ve also had snow in dribs and drabs. Unfortunately, the cold temps have kept the snow lingering as ice, and my apartment complex does NOT shovel snow very well.
I just went a couple of rounds with my health plan and their on-line health record for me, which I can access. Except when I forgot my username and password, that is! I felt a bit like George Jetson on the automatic walk with the dog, “Help Jane, stop this crazy thing!” I did finally get together with IT tech on their end, and I got back into the system, so now I have everything where I need it, and hopefully knocks on wood no more problems logging in. You folks would definitely have had a good laugh at me, though! Now I can’t wait to do my taxes online! Woo hoo! NOT! LOL
My guess is that “doin’ sumpin” could involve dining out or taking in a show or going dancing or trolling bars. But our swampy is way too non-conformist to do that sort of thing.
Supper is simmering - I made up a chickie and pasta casserole. If it’s any good, I’ll post a recipe. At least I know dessert will be good.
Howdy from da cave! I survived irk and only one day until the weekend!
Doin’ nuttin’ means not makin’ a big fuss over things like bdays and holidays. No big partays surprise or otherwise, no spendin’ lots of money on presents, no goin’ out to a fancy schmancy place for drinks and dinner. Doin’ nuttin’ means low key. As soon as OYKW gets here I’ll commence with the makin’ of his bday brekkie for dindin feast. The “doin sump’n” part will be when we hang with JDD and Partner for an evenin’. That’s about as wild as we ever get. Well, except at the cee-mint pond in Summer.
We have feasted. ‘Twas good. I surprised OYKW with some chorizo. He lurves chorizo. He got cupcakes at irk and that made him happy, so YAY! Now he’s havin’ a soak in the tub. Mayhaps we shall ummm… “celebrate” a bit in a little while.
This cold is starting to kick my ass. I felt mostly ok all day but by the time I was leaving work most of my head-holes were leaking. Now I’m sitting here with tears streaming down my cheeks like I’ve been dumped at the senior prom or something. Can already tell I ain’t gonna sleep well, and my eyes are itchy and sore so even though I’m not really sleepy I can barely keep my eyes open. Weird sensation.
I thawed some beef earlier and browned it up to stew for dinner tomorrow. Only decision I haven’t made is if it’ll go into the slow cooker before I head out or into a regular pot when I walk in the door.
Good morning!! Compared to yesterday, we’re having a veritable heat wave - it’s 24° in my yard at the moment! Break out the, er, slightly lighter-weight parkas!!!
My sweetie has left for work and I’m having a really boring cheese sammich for breakfast. Sometime later this morning, I’m going to a different Food Lion in the hopes of procuring some chickie tits, and since it’s next to a WaWa, I may go ahead and fill the truck. I’ve still got half a tank, but it’s not like it’ll spoil and I may as well take advantage of the lower prices while I can.
Other than that, no plans. OK, I do have to empty the dishwasher and clean the cat box, but that’s pretty much it.
FCD’s pay was deposited last night, so that’s a yay - we know they’ve got our direct deposit info correct. And with luck, his next pay will be a regular one - this past 2 week period was shorted because of a couple of unpaid days off, but from here on out, he should be doing the full 80 per pay period and I can figure out our budget with real instead of estimated numbers. Huzzah!
Good Mornin’ Y’all! Up and caffienatin’. YAWN 'Tis 30 Amurrkin out with a predicted high of 48 for the day and less windy. Yay for less windy.
{{{Shoe}}} Here’s Soft Kitty to make you feel better.
:: Digs up fart blossom field and dumps it at **doggio’s] door. Buys new “No Snow” sign cause old one smells like fart blossoms. ::
Ok, that’s all I got. I need more caffeine and rumbly tummy wants to be fed. Then, alas and alack, irk purtification must commence. OYKW is already gone cause he has a home visit monitorin’ to do at six-thirty, poor thing.
One of the pages I follow on FB is a performer I saw on my cruise. He’s very talented, an entertainer in every sense of the word, and definitely major eye candy. If I was in my 20s, I’d have the raging thigh-sweats over him, but considering I’m old enough to be his mother, I’m spared the hormonal overload. Reading the comments people post on his page just cracks me up! Most of them are excessively flattering, primarily commenting on his looks, even when he posts pics of the places he’s visiting. The drooliest remarks are about his selfies - I swear, you can almost hear the commenters panting! It just cracks me up!
I have to wonder what it’s like for him. I imagine at first, it’s a major ego rush, but after a while, it’s got to get old. I also wonder if he reacts differently to remarks about his looks as opposed to those about his performances. After all, he was born with his very attractive physical characteristics, but he has to put effort into his shows. Maybe I’m projecting here. Complimenting someone on, for example, their eyes can’t possibly carry the same weight as citing their musical or artistic or poetic talents.
Not that any of this matters in the grand scheme of things, but I wanted to share my deep, pensive musings. Because I care.
large floaty show flakes outside. They aren’t close enough to the window for me to see if they have evil faces (doggio knows what I mean), but I don’t hear them talking, so I think I’m safe.
