{{{StickyBuns}}} all I can say is his loss.
{{{Fey}}} here’s hopin’ your friend has power soon.
Ready to get outta irk and go home!
A ham and cheese omelet sounds really good, but I lack ham right now. (sigh)
In other news, the cold is calming down a lot, aside from a bit of lingering coughing and not a lot of energy. Did the grocery run, will probably take a nap this afternoon.
swampy, I found out later our neighbor across the street had tried to do the exact same thing. I think anyone who’s had bad neighbors before realizes what a precious commodity good ones are. So thankful to have some real keepers.
Hope friends and power return soon to those w/o.
And if you watch, don’t forget Colts/Jags 7:20 Central on NFL.
Home, waiting for daughter’s arrival. We’re doing salad and sketties for supper. Wish I had thought to get breadsticks. Oh well, we’ll survive.
There was a 401k info session at work - the company just switched from Fidelity to Principal because their returns are better and their fees are lower. I’m not eligible since I’m a temp, but FCD is contributing, so it’s good for me to know what’s going on. We’re going to make an appointment with one of the financial planners that the company is contracted with - yay for free advice! 
And I might not be going to Ivyland after all - the UAV may be moved to Johnstown instead. We shall see what happens.
**Fey **- I hope you’re not like me - panicking and imagining the worst when someone is out of touch for a while. Why react when you can overreact??
Enduring another webinar for free continuing education points. And I do mean ENDURING.
The chimbley cleaner was here earlier and the chimbley is now clean and ready for us to get all sooty again. As the Miracle Sweeps of London say, “If it’s a clean sweep, it’s a Miracle!”
How long does it take for the smell of burnt toast to go away? Burnt one slice of rye at breakfast time, and the smell is still lingering.
Probably not as long as burnt popcorn. Burnt popcorn is rank.
Not really panicking, because we are texting several times a day (they’re using the car to charge up the phones) but just so frustrating to only be able to communicate in small doses, and not to be able to help him at all when I know he’s sitting in a cold, dark house with his dogs. Anything we could send him by mail would be there long after the crisis point - we don’t have any friends or family near enough to drive him over anything, and he’s not in a bad enough situation that he needs emergency aid. It just sucks to be without power and heat in weather like this… and for more than a week? I’d be going insane if I were him, so it’s a combination of empathy/missing him that’s just making me bummed out.
To me, burned popcorn and skunk smell similar.
Yeah, I worked in an office building that held 2k employees. That’s a lot of cubicles! They eventually banned ‘any odorous foods’ from the cubicles, and it was really ALL due to burnt popcorn. Well…and regular popcorn. Apparantly someone complained that the smell of popcorn made them hungry or somewhat. But yeah…burnt popcorn…holy crap, yuck.
Meanwhile, I have yummy posole simmering on the stove, and I’ve left the screen door open so everyone can smell it, too.
My irk orifice is across from the break room. If popcorn is burnt at irk, I sat it is a capital offense. No trial. No jury. Right to the capital part. The smell of burnt toast and burnt popcorn take forever to go away! I tried Febreeze once to cover up the smell of burnt toast. Then the kitchen smelled like burnt toast and Febreeze. I did not see that as an improvement.
flytrap I listened to the video. I enjoyed it. Do you haz it on cd?
Brekkie for dindin was good. Then again, it is always a good idea.
Hello, all. 
Well, not all, but most of you-some of you I don’t know. 
What is happening to SurrenderDorothy? I hope nothing bad. I’ll try to remember to pop back in to see who has seen me here, but I’m working the next 2 days, so, well, you know…
I don’t have any of Sister Rosetta Tharpe’s music.
She is interesting in the historical perspective of Blues, like Blind Willie Johnson who professed to be a gospel singer.
I just like the imagery of Three Little Fishes. Jesus scratching her head, the Apostles treating the Sermon on the Mount as a tailgate party.
Just read Pit thread re Dorothy and then the original thread. Poor Dorothy. 
I remember her as a nice kid who had some tough times (step-dad? anorexia? I can’t recall off hand). I hope her situation improves SOONEST.
As for Bot-whatever, there are dicks everywhere. I doubt Dorothy (didn’t we used to call her Dot?) will dwell on him–there’s too many kind, encouraging and supportive posts in that thread.
One should not crush one’s enemies under the wheels of one’s chariot and gloat upon hearing the lamentations of their women or boy toys, however justified one feels.
If you wait long enough by the bank of the river, you will see the bodies of all your enemies come floating by.
Someone explain the innie/outie thing to me. I am a Nice Jewish Boy1, and have no clue if it is not about navels.
- Boring old guy.
I do have a Festivus Pole. And Hockey Lady:) likes glitter(bless her heart, she’s a Twilight fan:dubious:) I did 'que styole poke hops for dinner.
Bummer about Dorthy. I hate to see Mumpers down on their luck.
Yay for Stickyfriend!!!
Excellent pitting, SpecialOne. Surrender Dorothy is a Mumper, although she hasn’t posted hee in a long time; she’s been here since she was a kid, so I always feel really protective of her. I’m so sad to see that she’s having such a difficult time.
Glad to hear that SIL came through the surgery well, swampy.
Yay for renewed power at Soapy’s!
You are a marvelous neighbor, lieu.
Sinuses unhappy; don’t really know why. Feels like a weather change, but that’s not due till Monday.
Had meatloaf earlier. Am now enjoying some nice chocolate pudding. I labeled my recipe “Pudding for one,” but it’s really about 2 1/2 servings.
Hugs all.
GT
I just found out my neighbor’s wife had a stroke on Sunday. She’s only 49!!! Please say a prayer that she will recover fully and quickly. It seems it was caused by high blood pressure, and not due to any blockage that they can detect.
They are good friends, and I’m so worried about them.
I invited him over for a beer, and sent him home with some chili for dinner. I’m always the Southern woman…
My momma can’t spel.
SatErday.
No shit.
{{{Rebo’s neighbor}}}
I’m going to bed now and you can’t stop me!!!
**Swampy, **still keeping your SiL and family in my thoughts.
rebo, so sorry about friends and neighbors. They too are in my thoughts.
I hope** Dot **can find someone to help her. I feel very badly for her.
Those of you who go to the Geeb know I’ve going through hell with my Dad. I haven’t said much about it here.
I had a horrific weekend and spent countless hours on the phone and running around because of my Dad. We don’t have any definitive proof, but we think the cancer may have spread to his brain and/or liver. He was acting psychotic over the weekend. We got him back to the hospital Monday for testing, but nothing really came of it. He calmed down somewhat, but his mental facilities are not good at all. Today hospice sent him back down to the hospital ER for more testing because he went psychotic again. He had been acting out the previous week too. He was threatening my stepmother, saying very nasty things to my youngest and middle sisters and just telling me all kinds of wild things. He was never threatening to me. He kept calling me and begging me to take him home. He told hospice I was coming to take him home (a flat out lie), he chased my stepmother down the hall and was screaming at her “I’m going to get you, bitch!!!”. It goes on and on and on.
I am tired and I’m not even the one who has to run down to hospice and/or the hospital several times a day. I don’t sleep much at all and have hardly eaten.
I was really hoping to use this weekend to decompress because I was going to have the house to myself. My husband is taking off for Dad’s weekend at my son’s university and I thought I could just do what the hell I wanted and relax.
However, it’s my mom’s 75th birthday Saturday and my middle sister wants us all to take my mom to dinner and then head to her house for cake and prezzies. I have to get my haircut Saturday morning and have some errands to run.
Sunday, I’m supposed to go over to a friend’s house for a “Ladies Luncheon”. I really don’t want to go. If it was just my core group of friends, I’d probably go, but it’s going to be a houseful and I’m just not feeling up to it. I don’t know; maybe I’ll change my mind by Sunday.
Finally, I’d like to do some retail therapy. I really need some new shoes, slacks and blouses. With my husband gone, I could do it and not feel rushed and like I needed to get back for whatever plans he comes up with. Maybe I’ll cancel on the luncheon and just head over to the mall instead.