Vacation over. Alarm woke me at 5. Rainy morning. Crap on my desk.
Yep, I’m back and it’s Moanday.
Happy Moanday, fellow Mumpers!
First! It’s good to be juvenile!
Good Mornin’ Y’all! Up and caffeinatin’. YAWN ;Tis 36 Amurrkin out with a predicted high of <snerk> 69! <snerk> No big plans today except to spiff da cave.
now I need more caffeine and to feed rumbly tummy. Then I guess cave defilthyfycation should commence.
Happy Moanday Y’all!
Second. everybody must be sleeping in today.
If you haven’t, read FCM’s account of her trip on her Facebook page. Or here: http://boards.straightdope.com/sdmb/showthread.php?t=840241 facepalm
Need to do some banking and shopping today, referee soccer (again) tonight.
Blurf Twas 67F according to the thermometer in my car this morning. This is cold for us. :eek:
Not much going on today. I am being issued a laptop with a hot spot since my network computer is dead. At least I will be able to read my mail.
I found the neatest old wooden bucket in a trash pile at my coffee shop this morning. I am going to use for a planter her at irk. That is the first find for me in all the junk on the islands.
Welcome back Moooom!
I’ve got a lot to do today.
My band had an all-day rehearsal yesterday. Tiring, but we got a lot of work done on our music.
This is why vacations suck. And, 2 weeks after they are over you question whether they really happened as you labor to get caught up again at work.
Well, I am up. Not much else. Welcome MOM, your voice has made me feel somewhat normal. Your diary was fun. I have to do some banking for the lil’wrekker, so she won’t starve. I did pay extra for a meal card at the University, wonder why that food ain’t good enough? Me and she will have a talk about this, soon! I predict tears and upset. But , oh well, it is time she learns a frugality lesson! She really is sensible , usually! I think my yard and flower beds are winterized properly, I am waiting on a call from the director at the Little Theatre about painting work, I think that will be fun, if not too profitable. I hope I get it, football season is over so my work at the stadium is over. Basketball concessions will be coming up soon, I think they will call me this week about working. I have started Xmas shopping. Ordered some things for my grand-wrekkers. It is so hard to buy for them, they already have every toy on earth. My older daughter does make the lists though! Son-wrekkers kids always get savings bonds. Their Mom is strict about toys and needless things. Sometimes I just over power her, but not at Christmas, no conflict is my goal, every year!! Well gotta get up and move, y’all have a good moaner-monday!!
Back into it up to my ears! Which is good, I guess. Heck, I felt accomplished because I remembered my password!! Little victories, yanno!
Having lunch - very boring after having an entire buffet at my disposal on a daily basis. Plus I had to pack it myself! Peel my own cucumber - the very idea!!!
I blame my parents for not making me an heiress…
It’s garbage day. I dismantled and cut up a Maytag dishwasher and put it into the can and covered it with other garbage. I don’t think they caught it.
Hmm, that could be a thread right there - things you put in the garbage that should not have been. I’m willing to bet no one would guess mine.
I’m skipping around (well, metaphorically) at the news. Most interesting. Physically, I feel like, er, not well.
Leaving to take daughter person to school.
Happy Moanday all.
Back to skool today, after [del]drinking[/del] reading week last week. Quite nice to be back, actually, been a bit bored over the last week.
Sunny, the stoopidest thing I once threw away that should not have been was a gift card that I was planning on putting towards a laptop the following weekend. Had two gift cards, one with nuttin’ on, the other with something like £120. Brain fart occurred.
Luckily, I realised what had happened before pickup day, and managed to rummage through the whole bin and find it again. Not a pleasant experience, though. I was really skint at the time.
Anyone else read the title and flash back to the Ace Frehley song? Gonna have that one for an ear-worm all day. :smack:
Red ---- thanks with equating me with explosions and traumatizing chihuahuas. I have always enjoyed doing both! (A friend had 4 long-hairs that enjoyed using me for a chew-toy)
May explain about the cannon before I forget in a follow-up post.
I hereby declare da cave spiffed, sanitized, and probably safe for somebody to come in and not catch some horrible disease. What more can one ask? ‘Tis cool out which is nice. The trash guy came early today. Good thing I drug the trash can down to the road last night. I am in the midst of makin’ home made chikin noodle soup. The chikin thighs and boobs got boiled up and have cooled down. I now have a nice chikin stock as the base for the soup. The soup consists of chikin (duh!) carrots, celery, onion, and aig noodles. Garlic and a bay leaf season it all up along with a little salt and black pepper. Next step will be to cook the veggies in the stock and also chunk up the chikin. Once the veggies are tender, I fish 'em out. Then I put the aig noodles in the stock to cook. Then I put the chikin and veggies back in and let it all simmer. YUM!
Tomorrow I shall make foodstuffs to take over to my friend Linda’s house. She is Beverly’s sis. The fried chikin I shall get from the Pubic Sto’ cause it’s good and easier than fryin’ up a mess of chikin. I shall make N.O.T. sallit (a particular kind Linda likes), green beans, cabbage casserole, a chawklit sheet cake (I’ll make that this evenin’), and rolls. Maybe even some deviled aigs. Down south it is traditional to ensure the mournful do not go hungry. Linda knows I am doin’ this tomorrow but no doubt there will be food all over the place. When mom died we kind of discouraged folks from bringin’ over a lot of food. What was most appreciated was mom’s church makin’ N.O.L at the church and goin’ there to eat. Obviously excellent food but without lots of leftovers to deal with on our part.
OK, anybody hungry after readin’ all that?
OK — so the cannon.
We always do this one historic-themed craft festival in September; the owners are sort-of friends and when we got around to getting legally married we did it at this event. So the wife/co-owner calls the house now and then. At best the calls can be confusing and sometimes they border to the downright surreal as she rarely comes right to ANY point. Thursday she calls and after about 45 minutes I find out that the reason is one of the re-enactors basically abandoned his tent and cannon there and did I know if everything was OK with him? And could I call him and ask him to please come get his stuff?
:smack:
So the person in question – we’ll call him Rob since that is his name and he is innocent of nothing – has been going through some issues this year. Lifelong friend died, his personal health has been iffy, he’s swung several times between flush and broke. Somewhere there could be a train wreck or nothing but the jury is out on just which. And at the best of times he’s more a “letter than an e-mail kinda guy”. So can I get him on short notice? No freaking way! But if he hasn’t been back for his gun I know something serious is happening somewhere because his late Dad and him put “Doc” (the gun) together and he feels about it like I do my “new” desk. I can’t leave this thing to sit outside with a piece of plastic over it slowly rotting under pine needles. The tent – meh. Other small things - meh. But that gun needs to be under trained care NOW.
So I called a couple other friends who are also friends of Robs and we formed a rescue party. Doc is a three-pounder and the tube weighs about 175 pounds but the carriage breaks down partly so everything should fit in the Outback. And my neighbors have helped me move large and questionable things before so once I get it home ------- we’re golden.
But you have a cannon in the back of your car — you HAVE to go to a fast-food joint for lunch and seat yourself just so you can see the reactions on people’s faces as they walk past your car. And your route home takes you darn close to your gun club and you have this cannon in your car. And when you get home and knock on a neighbor’s door and ask “can you help me move a cannon” is just icing on the cake. And my wife ------ have I ever mentioned how well I married? She wasn’t just OK with all this, she insisted we needed to do the rescue as well and came along for the adventure.
So most of Doc is on the garage and I used my own cannon gear to move the tube into the basement for extra security. And I figure everything is OK with Rob but in case it isn’t his pride and joy is safe and cared for professionally. And the festival family has one last thing off their plate and can hunker down for the winter. Not a bad deal all around.
Cats? Lots of takers. Dogs? Some good soul will take care of one for a while. But a stray or lost cannon standing in a yard cold and shivering? Keep my number handy. Because even if it meant putting one of the bikes in the yard, I’ll keep it warm and safe until the original owner can be found. 
Then ya better eat before ya get to my last one! 
I got the Beatles, ‘Back in the USSR.’
red, mine is gas, so it does (or should) have a fire underneath of it. I was thinkin’ I may have cursed myself with that oh-so-helpful answer to you as I ended up with only a lukewarm shower myself today…but then I almost scalded my hand at the sink when I went to shave. Don’t know what was up with the tub/shower; will look later.
Dinner/Prison
There are a lot of restaurants in that area & a few of them pair up for a dinner/show combo. The one we went to was an Asian place, but last night it was more of an undead place. They gave us a special, one sheet of printed paper menu that we could use for our special three [del]course[/del] “corpse” meal. :eek:
Appetizers included “Contraband”, “Bao to the Warden” & “Shiv Collection” (peanut satay on skewers)
Entrees included “What the Pho”, The ExeQUEtioner" (ribs), & “Strip Search” (strip steak)
Much juvenileness & merriment was had by our group at dinner. It had been raining all day & was lightly raining when we left the restaurant for the couple of block walk. We also had VIP/fast passes to get us to the front of the line. I elected not to take my umber-rella from the car as I had my very good Columbia rain jacket. Not only is a significant portion of it outside, including in waiting in additional lines once inside the walls, & there was some drainage issues, which means poodles to walk thru. It was good, but when I came home I took off my clothes & put them in the [del]dryer[/del] washer…on spin. Yeah, I was that wet.
You had the option of wearing a “tracking device” (glow stick/necklace) that let the staff know they could touch you & or steer you off down a back passage way & separate you from your group. Of course I got one. At one point, I was in front & we were walking up a glass block wall in a pitch dark room, with some of the panes “broken” / missing. At the end, you make a 180° turn & come down the other side. I put my hand thru & lunged at one of the girls in our group. When I turned around, one of the “morgue workers” must not have liked what I was doing as he puts both of his hands on my shoulders & states, “If you want to work here…” then gets about 2" from me & whispers, “…just audition”.
Glad you had a good time on your cruise, Mom
Sorry about all you sickos. makes sign of the cross Stay over there, okay?
Sorry about your friend Swampy. It’s sad that people have to die at all.
Well, busy day yesterday. We stayed up late Saturday watching Stranger Things, so got up late yesterday morning, got showered and dressed, and drove down to Eugene to see Brother-in-law.
SIL, who is now deceased, had purchased a huge lot of art supplies with the plan to resell at a profit, then had a stroke, and never did anything with them. Well, BIL has been trying to sell them piecemeal. We bought a large bunch of stuff last year. Now he wants to gather some funds to take SILs ashes down to California to sprinkle in the ocean at a particular spot, so he offered what he had left to Wifey at a good price.
He also offered to give us her little female Yorkie, mother to the Yorkie we got from her when she went into assisted care. She’s a very sweet little girl, but as wild as her son was when we got him, and we just can’t deal with a third dog, especially an older one that needs to be housebroken. 
Anyway, we got home in time to watch the rest of Stranger Things and fall into bed.
Today I have a number of things to do, including draining the hot tub so it can be scrubbed. Ugh!
I’d better get busy.
I’m home. I’m tired. I don’t know what I’m going to make for supper.
**FCD **went to a chili cookoff at his old office, so he doesn’t want to eat. I was going to cook a real meal - not for one. Nope, not worth the dirty dishes. So we’ll see what I scare up.
I need to get my internal clock reset - we slept in a lot on the ship and 5AM came way too fast. First world problems…
Ruble - thanks for the cannon story. I hope Rob is ok too.
Spidey - sounds like a fun night.
I went to a meeting at 'Beamer’s school, and now I’m taking a quick nap before I have to pick up 'Beamette from school. I must start thinking of dinner options. So far, I’ve got teriyaki beef, zucchini fritters, and jasmine rice. I guess that’ll do. I may also have tested some of the Halloween candy, you know, for science.