I saw that driving through Pennsylvania.
Rows and rows and rows.
Acres and acres and acres.
Farm upon farm.
Square miles of corn! Square miles!
PENNSYLVANIA IS NOTHING BUT CORN!
Sorry.
Nothing to read here, carry on.
And they talk funny.
Going to meet friends tonight at the local pizza place where there are baskets of peanuts on the tables and you get to throw shells on the floor. The diet is out the window for tonight! (I loff me some 'za).
Happy Tuesday all! Best of luck to you, Rockin’ on the interviews. Crossing fingers and toes for you! Congrats on the cruise for you and FCD, FCM, that cruise sounds great. 
The home health care visit went very well yesterday! The nurse will come by 3 times a week, Mon-Wed-Fri, and change the dressings, which are all provided by them (yay!); they have access to dressings that don’t stick to the wound (a problem with me…:() and will also show my daughter how to do the changes and other things. I’m feeling a lot less anxious about this now and oh wow, it is so nice to have them come to me, instead of trying to get around to where they are. My oxygen levels are much better at home than on the tank while I’m out too, so there’s that. The only thing is that now those bandaged sores are itching like crazy! LOL
One side effect of my med for depression is that I’ve had some really vivid dreams that seemed very real. Nothing that scared me or made me anxious; in fact, the opposite, they have made me feel good. It’s a side effect that I am very able to live with. Although the other morning, I fell asleep with the HGTV show Fixer Upper on, and dreamt about the husband of the couple team on the show. At least it was only a dream! LOL
WE DO NOT TALK FUNNY! Although it is true that we have a lot of corn. Lots and lots and lots of corn. More damn corn than you can shake a stick at, plus the stick. [Bubba from Forrest Gump]Of course, you can make corn on the cob, corn fritters, creamed corn, grilled corn, corn casserole, baked corn, fried corn, corn bread, corn salsa, chicken corn soup, corn salad… [/Bubba from Forrest Gump]
Herbs, glad to see you’re doing better. Hooray for home health and bandages that don’t stick!
Thanks for the well wishes for my upcoming interviews! I’m really excited now!
Worked, came home. It’s 98 degrees out there. Going out to eat with friends.
You should do a Mumper a favor, and give gigi the exclusive.
I’d be careful, Satan might drive a Zamboni.(Too bad he never played for New Jersey)
{{{{sticky}}}}
Yay for killing, Rockin’! And I saw no corn in Pa, just orange barrels.
Glad you’re doing better, Herbs.
We have those, too. But behind the barrels, there’s corn. Lots of corn. Lots and lots of damn corn.
Mississippi.
Burger was yum. Corn was yum. Cuke salad was a bit too vinegar-y, but still good. I’s stuffded.
We have lots of cornfields around here, and a couple of tobacco fields at least. Fifteen years ago, there was lots more tobacco - guess it’s not as profitable.
Inlaws are in Raleigh - appointment at Duke first thing in the morning. The big question is: will they come here afterwards? Kinda depends on their follow-up appointment. We shall see.
Well, y’all were on the other side.
:rolleyes:
The dickens you don’t.
I went into a gas station and said, “$25.00 on pump two.”
The guy responded, “Hoona gunga wanna.”
I paused and cleared my throat. Hey, I know I talk funny. “Twenty five dollars on pump number two.”
“Hoonoa gunga wanna.”
I put my money down very carefully, and backed out of the station. He might have had a gun.
He didn’t even say, “Y’all come back, now.”
Didja ever think that he didn’t want “y’all” to come back? :o
The lower part of the T has lotsa corn but the upper part is all forests & mountains, & (for a variant) forested mountains.
There are some people one wishes would go away.
Just sayin’.
:rolleyes:
home from Brooklyn. I’s tahred.
Where is all this corn in PA? Its certainly not in my neck of the woods.
Update on Jim: Things went just as I said they would. The doctor came in and told him they were going to shock his heart back into regular rhythm. Twenty minutes later, he was all better. They sent him home with no dietary or activity restrictions. He probably won’t even need the cardiac ablation. Yippee!!
If I knew where any of that corn was, I’d buy some for dinner.
We ingested pizza and then went to the horsepistol to see a friend. He’s 92 years old. Week before last he slipped and fell at his assisted living apartment and hit his haid. He takes cumodin so natch bleedin’ is a real concern. Anywho, he ended up needin’ some brain surgery and is now in rehab. Still as talkative as ever and his goal is to be at men’s night on July 21st. If it is at all possible, believe me, I will make sure he’s there.
Ya wanna talk corn (and hawg farms), take a drive across Iowa sometime. Cornfield, cornfield, cornfield, cornfield, gasp**gag hawg farm gasp gag, cornfield, cornfield, cornfield, cornfield, gasp**gag hawg farm gasp gag, cornfield, cornfield, cornfield, cornfield, gasp**gag hawg farm gasp gag, cornfield, cornfield, cornfield, cornfield, gasp**gag hawg farm gasp gag, etc.
Wetone enjoy the pizza pigout!
Herbs glad the home visit thing went well.
Nawth Keerliner used to be full of tobacco fields. For all I know it still is. There are a few here in south Jawja but they tend to be small fields. We do have corn, soybean, peanut and cotton fields in abundance however. Melon fields too.
ETA: Yinz yay for hubby gettin’ sprung and thinks bein’ ok!
Ok, gonna go join OYKW upon the bed to ummm… watch teevee.
Nitey Nite Y’all!
Time for knittage. MWAH!
We know; that’s why he didn’t tell “y’all” to come back. It’s quite simple, really. :dubious:
Lancaster County-ish area has lotsa corn (& some tobacky too).
Since hubby’s better, take a ride mebbe this wickend.
Kwityerbitchin’. Just remember that without gasp**gag hawg farm gasp gag you wouldn’t get any B A C O N !!!
Time to get the kiddos from what we can never refer to as summer school (no schoolin’ involved). Day 1. Hoping they had fun. Then we start the what’s for dinner dance.
Happy Tuesday all!
The DMV thing went well enough. It was quick and it’s over.
Ordinarily, if you get a smog test, it’s submitted electronically. But it you’ve already paid online, because you’d been playing procrastination chicken with the payment and needed it to happen fast, they’ll send you an incomplete registration form to remind you that you still need to smog, and apparently that’s all the postage they’re going to waste on you. When they get the electronic smog check, they log it and wait for you to bring in the paper copy and incomplete registration form and pick up your registration and sticker.
This is not widely known. I had no idea. I just waited for the sticker to come and eventually forgot about it. By the way, an incomplete registration looks like no registration on the DMV database that police departments use, which is why I got a fixer ticket coming home from the 4th of July out-law* family visitation.
On the up side, I had the documentation and they very quickly completed the registration and stamped and signed the back of the ticket. It was nearly time to renew it again, so I paid through 2015 and have a sticker and registration that’s good for more than a year.
I still believe that I was morally registered. I had paid and I had smogged. I just foolishly believed that they would send me my registration once they had those things. Now I know better. I’m not happy about knowing, but I know.
Now I just have to drive back to Jackson sometime before September and submit the ticket. It’s only about an hour drive. I’m sure we can turn it into another out-law visit.
*When a one of my relatives marries, their spouse’s relatives become their in-laws, but their spouse’s relatives aren’t MY in-laws. There’s still a relationship there, though and it deserves to be acknowledged. I tried cross-law for awhile, but I like out-law better. Both because they’re like in-laws, but more removed (further out), and because it sounds like we should be wearing cowboy hats.