I hope all is well with your mom, gotti. Rosie’s sig to everyone else because I can’t remember all of what I’ve read.
I’ve been sitting here on a break from massive house cleaning but I’m about to jump back into it. Ugh. So far two trashbags of stuff have gone to Goodwill today and one more is almost full now. And so I carry on.
When I was pregnant, I craved tortilla chips and Cheerios. I’d never had the former and the last time I’d had the latter was years before. But I saw them at the supermarket and that was it!
But even those cravings weren’t as intense as the ones I had for strawberry Twizzlers a year or so after I’d graduated college. It hit hard, and for some reason I couldn’t find any nearby. My boyfriend mailed me some.
Reader, I married him. (He’s Andy L.)
Our tradition was, clothes & books & such were from family & relatives, if they felt so inclined. Anything from Santa was a toy. No exceptions.
Irked, came home. No chat tonight, since lil’ Miss Sleepyhead goes to bed by 10.
Looks like the love child of Moe and Cthulhu.
{{{{Midget}}}}}
{{{{gotti}}}} Hope Mom’s better soon.
sari, good for your son. I’m shy like that IRL, too.
BBBobbio, that sucks.
I shall let him know! Heck, I should have asked Santa for that for Christmas.
MrTao as Santa
Sooo, driving to work at 12:30 I got a phone call from the Assignment Desk. Now I’m in Connecticut with a 5 day reservation at a Best Western.
Y’all can connect the dots…
Yikes…I do not envy you. 
Dang, tugig, you get all the excitement, don’t you? Did they send you alone to cover this?
Good morning - I’m up at this ridiculous hour because I felt bad for Higgs. **FCD **is still crashed, but he’s sick, so he gets a pass. The pup was howling and whining at 3 and I managed to ignore her and she managed to get back to sleep, but by 5:30, I knew I had to let her out. She’s been fed and taken out, the pellet stove has been refilled, the dishwasher is washing, since I used the last spoon to mix the dog’s breakfast, and I’m taking a few minutes for myself.
The trek to Mom’s for today has been canceled - yay! Turns out my sis has a FedEx account number and she’s sending that to my daughter so she can send the stuff she had to deliver. That gives me time today to drag the mulcher/vac around the yard once more and finally. I may also bake up some ginger snaps - I found a recipe on AllRecipes that sounds simple and tasty. And my former boss is having a party in Fredburg at 3, so I’m going, leaving my germy spousal unit at home (which he prefers anyway.)
So I’ll have a full but not too insane day. Since I did the laundry yesterday, that’s one less thing. 
D-Dame - thanks for mentioning strawberry twizzlers - now I’ve got a craving! 
I love those things!
Time to seek caffeination. I should brush my teeth first - my mouth tastes like ick. I hate morning mouth.
Happy Saturday!!
Me either.
I didn’t want to be awake yet, but here I am. Going to sit for awhile and then it’s on to my next big day of cleaning. Gee, can you tell that the HFUNs are coming tomorrow?
Up, caffeinated, off to irk.
Good Mornin’ Y’all! Up and caffienatin’. YAWN 'Tis 46 Amurrkin out with a predicted high of 68 for the day. Tomorrow is supposed to get rainy. We shall see.
gotti hope the med/whatever situation is all straightened out for your mom.
{{{gigity}}} I figured you could use a hug. I, like the others, do not envy you.
D-Dame Strawberrt Twizzlers once helped keep me sane durin’ a drive from the airport in LaCrosse, WI through the wilds of southernish WI to the wilds of northeastern IA. This was an irk-related trip and I was with a co-irker who had a bag of ‘em. We got real lost and they helped keep us sane and not hungry whilst we figured out where we were and how to get where we were goin’. So, Strawberry Twizzlers are a good thing.
Now I need more caffiene and rumbly tummy is hongry. I’m thinkin’ about makin’ real brekkie. Maybe bacon 'n cheese omelettes, grits and bizkits. That oughta get OYKW up and outta bed!
Happy Sattidy Y’all!
Good morning everyone.
Don’t worry about me - I will be trying to walk the fine line between getting my job done and not being another media asshole for the townsfolk to deal with, however it is unlikely I will be able to keep from pissing people off as during these times angry people will look somewhere to vent, and I will be that outlet.
I got the call as I was driving into work. I always pack a bag in the event of something like this, so I arrived at the station, hopped in our venerable satellite truck, waited for my reporter to join me and began driving - in rush hour through DC, Baltimore, Philly & NY. Left at 2:40, arrived at 9:30.
We also have a producer and photog who drove in the same car behind us and share the same name (not related).
No, I really don’t want to be here, but the philosophy I maintain during times like this is as follows: My station will send someone, myself or otherwise. If I go I can guarantee that I will try to minimize the impact of my presence and not make it worse. Therefore it’s good that I go.
As for the story itself I am frankly not thinking about it. I’m a parent too (in fact today is my daughter’s 13th birthday) and of course the horror is unspeakable. But right now I have a job to do, and that job is to produce stories while trying to be sensitive to the community, and that’s going to take everything I have.
He’s 17.
Graduates fro HS in June, doesn’t want to attend the ceremony.
Finally got him into driver’s ed.
I thought at this age I’d be dealing with drinking, pot, and breaking curfew. Instead I got shy, introverted and geeky. I’m not complaining.
One day he told me that it was hard to be rebellious teen when I never tell him no. I told him it’s hard to tell him no when he never asks to do anything he shouldn’t do.
It’s kind of a joke with us. He has never gotten a gift from ‘mom’, everything from me is a gift from Santa. He’s 17 and all of them still say ‘from Santa’.
I feel like clothes shouldn’t be gifts though, I’d have to buy them for him anyway.
{{{gotti}}}
And hugs and congrats to anyone else who needs one.
Sticky - having company is the only way I ever got a clean house when I lived by myself. I needed the adrenalin rush to get me motivated.
I want to bake some cookies but it won’t be today. It’s too damn crowded in this house to do anything, I hope everybody is going out sometime soon. I told my son I’d help him set up for ‘Let’s Player’ although I have a feeling it’s going to be over my head. I also told him I’d help him create some clip art. He has artistic talent, didn’t get it from me, and one of my friends said he could probably sell some of his work as clip art. It’s going to be a learning experience (think blind leading the blind) for me.
hmm a county truck just pulled up, circled around and the driver is staring at our house. ok he’s checking the water meter. Now he’s digging a hole, and putting some of the dirt and grass in the back of his truck… interesting. If I was decent I’d go out but since I’m not, I’m not. Now he’s knocking on the door, glad I don’t have to answer it. ok we can’t use any water cause they’re checking the meter.
I wonder why they need a shovelful of grass and dirt?
I wonder why I think y’all need a play by play of what’s going on. I wonder how long before we can use water.
So sorry you have to be there, tugig, but I think you have the right attitude. I’ve decided to avoid the media today as much as possible (no Twitter, no NPR) because I was just getting more and more stunned/incensed/sad. I think this is the event that has hit me hardest since 9/11. 
doesn’t begin to cover it.
I’ve been distracting myself with upbeat music and planning holiday decorations and figuring out what I need to do outside to have everything done for the winter.
I’ve been lurking all week, but walking the line between not having time and not feeling like posting. Still need to go back and update some recipes.
As for cravings: my team is celebrating the holidays by having one person bring something in every day last week and next week. Amazing what you can decide you crave when it’s sitting in front of you (faux Ritz crackers and little packages of coldcuts and cheese, i.e. Lunchables for grownups? yummmeeee. Mass-produced baked goods? delish. So much for my foodie-snob self. )
Off to get some more stuff done…
Extra hugs all around.
GT
This has been a good Sattidy mornin’. A good brekkie followed by a nap. I think this is what a Sattidy mornin’ is meant to be.
Perhaps to see if it is contaminated. Perhaps they are looking for a leak and put something traceable in the water.
OTOH, it beats the alternative!
Alien one year at Thanksgiving, my aunt forgot to put the vanilla ice cream away after serving dessert. We were in no hurry, but when we finally got up from the table, it had melted but was still cold. Being the smart enterprising lad that I was, I grabbed a glass & poured it in. It was the bestest, thickiest (is too a word) shake I ever had, uncut with that milk stuff. Mmmmmm.
My phone has a ghost. It should timeout after two minutes but 15 mins after I got off a call & set it face down on a book I hear it making the sound of a connected call & then a ring. I pick it up, the screen is lit & I am indeed calling the last person I talked to. At least if it was face up I could maybe say a fly landed on it, but face down??? I’s 'fraid.
Could be.
They are looking for a leak, our water bill is high compared to others.
I couldn’t imagine why he’d need some dirt and grass.
