Home. All 4 games refereed, mostly successfully. Clouds and wind kept me in my longsleeves all game, and lived on 2 Pepsi’s and two bags of Lay’s. Will get some real food if I wasn’t scared of moving now that I am sitting down…
Take care all.
The weather can’t make up its mind. At least it did not precipitate today. I put Ariel back in the pasture after we rode. There is a lot of mud by the gate. So much mud that I got stuck and fell. I was not amused. And I fell in such a goofy way that I thought I wasn’t going to be able to get up. Fortunately nobody witnessed this. My breeches were caked in mud all down one side, along with my jacket. Everything has been laundered now and London broil with blue cheese is for dinner.
I’ve moved 22 times (not counting deployments; add another half dozen for those) in 75 years and the 23rd is coming up next month. It’s starting to get old.
I’m at 25 different houses/apartments. That’s the in the years since I left the dorm after my first year of college. That I remember, there were a couple from before I was an aware person. Like I don’t remember the time in Arizona during my first year as a baby.
I’ve been in the current place for 17-ish years. Yeah, I did a lot of moving during my 20’s and 30’s.
If you count moving out of my folks place as moving, I have moved 8 times in my lifetime and hope to never move again.
Getting stuck and falling in mud is only funny on TV, I’m glad you are OK.
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I won one of the prizes … the only one I really wanted. [/quote]
That almost never happens, congrats. I agree, we will need ink pics. Where are you going to have it done?
You have your priorities right! I love the weather guesser sketch 
I am going to make a largish piece for my BFF and got my colored floss today. I don’t want to start until my BFF approves of the colors, I’d rather change them now than have the piece end up clashing with her dressing room. I’d hate for her to have to repaint her walls to match my work!
I probably could start now, there is a lot of background work done with a light beige (ecru) and if she wants that changed, EVERYTHING will have to change and I’ll be grumpy because canvas is so pricey. (It’s priced by the square inch if that gives you a clue.)
I’ve realized that I haven’t shown off the last couple of pieces I had finished. It’s pretty gloomy today, so photo session will happen tomorrow.
Today is GG’s 1 year birthday. He got THREE big bites of turkey, a new feather toy and some fresh catnip. GG thinks it should be his birthday every day!
Jane the cane Happy birthday skritches to GG!
Howdy Y’all! Slot did occur today along with some productivity. The cee-mint pond is lookin’ better but still needs work. We made the executive decision to N.O.L. at Sonny’s bein’ as we had a coupon for half off the purchase of their signature sammich combos when you buy one at full price. OYKW got the Carolina bbq sammich with tater tots, and I got the Cuban sammich with green beans. We split the tots and beans so we can both say we et healthy cause we had a green veggie. We stopped at the Fud Kitty and bought some collards. I cleaned and tore 'em and now they are in a big bag in the beerator (no beerverages were harmed in the storage of the collard greens) and will be cooked on Moanday. Now we chillax.
Sunny you must tell the story of red ant beer!
shoe conga rats on the raffle. Never wanted a tattoo myself, but more power to you.
Die experimentin’ with beverages, especially adult ones, is a good combo of sloth and productivity.
MOOOOOOM way to stick it to The Man!
MetalMouse glad you survived little heathen soccer refereein’.
Jane The Cane please give GG birthday skritches from his Unca swampy.
I’m with ya on the weather taters. I’ve put off planting herbs and flowers because of calls for frost. In. The. Middle. of. April!!!
Yay shoe for the new ink. I’d love to see pics when you get the tat.
Happy birthday GG!
Got all of the Sunday chores done, prepped for the heathen meetup tomorrow, made it to the post office in time to use the window (the kiosk doesn’t offer media rate, which is what I needed and is about a third to a fourth of the price) and even had a nice visit with my neighbor three doors down when I walked Nelson (Nelson has an affinity for Matt, as do most of the dogs on our end of the complex. He drives truck and isn’t allowed to take one on the road, so he just gives treats and skritches to the neighbor pooches). Supper was a bowl of some very good black bean soup that’s been in the crock all day, some greens and a couple of mini muffins that weren’t deemed cosmetically pretty enough to take tomorrow. Now for studio play.
I’m on my 21st address in 50 years (including college, because I went out of state). Dad was in the Army when I was born — which is how my little brother was born in Germany — and then at one point we lived in England for a couple of years when both parents worked for the gov’t. Since moving out on my own in 1994, I’m only on my 10th address.
I usually get itchy to move every 2-3 years, but tomorrow will mark 8 years in my current rental; a record by 4 years. The house is nice enough and the location can’t be beat, but mostly I’ve stayed here for so long because of the dog: the back yard is large and fenced, and at this point I see no reason to move her to a new place when she likely only has a couple of years left (she’ll be 14 in July). I’ve grown to hate the gravel driveway, the tiny closets, and the fact that the washer and dryer are in an unconnected addition (so I have to go outside to do laundry), and I’m starting to want a slightly larger place in general, but I don’t plan to move again until my girl is gone.
If I count from birth thru assorted barrack and TDY rooms as well as apartments and houses, I’d be at 29. But places with mortgages that had my name on them - it’s 8 (9 if you count cosigning my daughter’s mortgage.) Plus the two boats we lived aboard - one of them had a loan. We’ve been here since 2004, and we intend for this to be it for us. It’s officially the longest I’ve ever been at one address. Previous record was 17 years in my childhood home (1956-1973) and I never lived in the house where my mom lives now - the 3 oldest of 5 had been out on our own for several years already.
Same here. Never wanted anything pierced, either. Why toy with perfection??? 
I’m pleased to report that I just home-tested negative for plague. This stupid cough had me concerned, even tho I was pretty sure it was just a cold from the grands. But I figured if it was positive, I needed to know now so we could deal with our cruise reservation. But it’s all good. So yay.
FCD has The Ten Commandments on TV - my favorite quote: “Oh. Moses, Moses, Moses!!” Cracks me up every time. I know it’s supposed to be some great epic, but that actress does not impress me at app.
And I want cake, dammit.
But **Mooooom,**it has Yul Brynner in it. Sigh.
Shirtless Yul Brynner. Swoon …
In which case we definitely want to see pics.
They had a Camillia Festival today at the Cultural Center kitty-corner from the old house (where we are at the moment). There was a 5K (?) fun run this morning past our house, which I didn’t see but did get to hear (they had a loudspeaker). It was over by the time I drug my tired old butt out of bed and got purtified to go run my errands. Got everything done except gassing the truck, 'cause there was a long line.
We went overto the festival for a late lunch and had a wood fired pizza and on the way out I got some beignets and wifey got some mini doughnuts. This was the first Camillia festival they’ve had in 2 years and the turnout was kinda sparse. Don’t know why. 
Wifey has gone off to her son’s house for his birthday party, leaving me her to watch after the dogs. As I’ve mentioned before, Vinnie is getting senile and has to wear a diaper in the house all the time now, and Gibbs has apparently decided that if Vinnie gets to pee in the house, he does too. So he’s also in a diaper, which greatly offends his dignity.
Vinnie’s 15 now and we know the current situation won’t last too much longer, but it is tiring.
Gibbs won’t last too much longer either, unfortunately. He has a bad heart ‘murmur’ and a ‘collapsing trachea’ which will prolly kill him in the next few years. It’s heartbreaking when he starts wheezing and coughing. 
I told you I lost my phone. Well, Wifey had insurance on it and they sent me a new one.
Lat night I was fiddling with the new one, setting things up and I found a screen telling me about all the devices signed in on my account. Well, lo and behold there was my old phone! In Washogal Washington! 
I clicked on it and it asked me if I wanted to ‘wipe’ that phone. I did.
So whoever has it now has nothing any more. Serves 'em right.
I think I’ve lived in 16 places since leaving my folks’ house. Now 17. We live in the house we’re moving out of for 33 years. The house we’re moving into may well be where I die.
Cheerful, innit?
Well, I should get busy.
Justice served!!!
Like a lot of you I moved a lot while younger (12-14 depending how you’re counting), but I bought my current house in 1997, have been here (after a 3-year sojourn to Abu Dhabi) since 2003 and am not planning to go anywhere while I still have my health and senses about me.
Managed to get some presentable clothes on and dine at Cracker Barrel, so tomorrow can be a ‘in-house’ day for recuperation. Guess all that gym work has done some good, I feel much better than I used to when I was only doing 2-3 games. Will see Moanday if it helped my weight any.
Bumba, glad you got your old phone taken off-line before some major bills got run up on it. And best wishes for Vinnie and Gibbs.
Oopsie, no greater love than a person for their dog…
swampy, I do have fun with the kids and get some teaching in whiel I’m at it (“no, you can’t DO THAT”), but these were all boys teams and they go 200MPH all the time while I’m limited to maybe 60MPH, so keeping myself in a good position to spot fouls and call the game right can be a challenge…but one I’ll keep doing long as I am able to do it well.
Jane the Cane (swampy finally convinced me), only problem now is GG will probably think everyday is her birthday…
Wet one, just glad you’re OK. Falling, even in mud, can do damage if it’s not expected.
OK, washed all my sweatshirts and sweatpants (I really do wish it would warm up some so I can retire them…) and need to get them out of the dryer in about 15 minutes or so. Last load (sheets and towels) will be sometime tomorrow.
All y’all take care.
Woof. We had leftover rib-eye steak & (not-leftover) baked potatoes for dinner. I had a Black Russian, and then red wine with dinner. Stuffed like a demon!
In the time after college graduation, but before when he and I started dating, hubby lived in a shared house with several other guys. This house featured adventures such as the “samurai sword” incident, the “not a pet rat” incident, and the “through the ceiling” incident. In this case, we’re discussing the red ant beer. The house had decided to eke out some rent money by renting out the basement to a friend. This was an unfinished basement. Technically, it was actually a crawl space - a dirt crawl space to be precise. Someone hollowed out a portion of the center, and the lucky tenant slept there.
New guy and Hubby and one other guy decided to home brew some beer. Wouldn’t be cool, they thought, if they had a larger tank? So, they found an old water heater tank that someone was throwing out and hauled it back to the house. Not rusty at all 
Into the basement it goes, and the brewing begins.
In the course of time the beer is ready, the house has a party to celebrate the new beer. Come the day, someone was indeed enjoying the beer. There’s a big ol’ conga line of red ants parading back and forth from the water tank. Despite the fact that tank should have been sealed and sterile, and that the ants were a somewhat worrying sign, folks lined up to try the beer. It was not good. It was very bad, not good, terrible, horrible beer. They drank it anyway, because young and stupid. All these years later, they will still tell me all about how bad it was. They did learn the importance of sealing and sterilizing the home brew equipment.
bumba, the company that I irk for likely replaced your phone. We began adding that feature when they are reflashed in the past few months. It’s a really good thing if you have any account info on it.
Counting my two childhood homes, I’ve lived in 19 places in my 59 years and change. I lived in the house where Dad still calls home from the age of 5 until I was 18. The only places that even come close are the house that I shared with a former love (9 years) and my last apartment (12 years). So’s I did a lot of moving around in my young adulthood.
Up from nappage. 2 loads of laundry done, and a gin&tonic consumed, since it is National Gin&Tonic Day. 
I’ve only move 10 times in my life, but I’ve helped move people another 8-9 times.
Yeah. Brewing is 15% making barley soup, and 85% keeping things sterile.
I’d be insulted if you didn’t.
Happy Birthday GG! 
[Pharaoh]So let it be written, so let it be done![/Pharaoh]
I was craving steak au poivre, but there was no steak to be had, nor shallots, nor cream, so I made scallops au poivre (sorta) over spaghetini using some diced onion and half & half and Cognac. It was pretty good, actually; scallops au poiverino.
FairyCharMom, I have The Ten Commandments on as well. Whatever you can say about Cecil B. DeMille, he knew how to make a good movie. Charlton Hestion, in his own autobiography, compared him to Steven Spielberg. He acknowledged he’d never worked with the latter, but said “:They both have their fingers on the pulse of what Americans will go to see in a picture.” He also spoke of an incident on the set of a movie he was in, The War Lord, in 1966. It happened on set in Northern California. A teenage kid kept sneaking into the open, outdoor set, and kept getting thrown out. Finally he was allowed to stay, because he wasn’t bothering anyone. Yep, it was Spielberg.
There were some good lines though, in TTC thought. There was real bitterness in Yvonne de Carlo’s voice when she said “You lost him when he went to seek his god. I lost him when he found him” And the scene of the death of the firstborn is still eery.
Woof, I pushed my button about the movie didn’t I?
Made pizza for supper tonight. It’s all veggie because I give up meat for Lent, but now it’s not too long to sausage and pepperoni.
I. been trying to cound up how many places I’ve lived but keep losing track. Do military postings count?
Paintcharge and dogbutler, I think a cubit is supposed to be around 18 inches. Maybe. I do remember God’s statement to Noah in Bill Cosby’s routine “A cubit? Lemme see, I used to know what a cubit is.”