One, I don’t eat doritos. Two, if I did eat doritos, I wouldn’t eat them for breakfast. I need to get a box of Cheerios and then I’m set for the week.
HUH?!? A statement like that will put your man card in danger.
Oh, wait. Never mind.
Happy Tuesday all. 
I’ve been immersed in the 1940 census records, for a bit at least. I found my Mom’s family and am still looking for more of her relatives. I also found my Dad’s family, though not where he told me they were in 1940. laughs They used to live in the country on a dairy farm, because that’s where my grandfather worked, until 1940, I guess, some time after April. My Dad thought they moved in '39. I had to call him to get more information on where the farm was to be able to look it up. It’s kind of exciting to see your family in the records, at least it was thrilling for me.
Hope everyone is doing well. I saw the fly overs of Discovery on the noon news - talk about tear-inducing! Thanks for the feed from your station, 2gig; I miss the DC news. Although my favorite station was News4. Shhhh!
It’s a beautiful day in New Mexico today; temps are moderate in the mid-60s right now, going up into the 70s. Hope everyone enjoys their day today.
A friend of mine is heading to a convention at a Dulles hotel - on Thursday - the day the Discovery is being transported to the Smithsonian. She’s not looking forward to that drive.
Vile Profanity. We got denied for the apartment we applied for yesterday due to Culinary Boy’s credit and criminal past. :mad:
But for good news guess who I talked to for twenty minutes on the phone today? Night Audit Lady! 
She’s awake and off the vent. Still no clue what’s on her lung, but she’s back to her old fiesty self. I’m going to find out what the visiting hours are at the horsepistol and go up there to smack her with a wet noodle. She smoked after having pneumonia. :mad:
sigh
Dad hates my guts again, glares at me sourly when I go by, and starts to object if I open my mouth to say anything.
Mom is about 3/16ths of an inch away from full emotional collapse. The stress is really, really getting to her.
Older brother seems to be keeping it together pretty well.
We have a geripsychiatric nurse coming in later today to assess Dad, including a memory test, and he’s paranoid, because his last two memory tests have come in just below and waaaaaaay below the threshold for onset of dementia. So, he’s asking “will there be trick questions?” And he says that he did so poorly the last time was because he was rushed and also because he didn’t realize they really meant the test was important.
I don’t think I’m going to be able to make a decision of staying or going or whatever until Mom makes a decision about help or day care or assisted living or nursing home, and that’s not going to happen until she can talk to a VA rep, and that’s not going to happen until some vital paperwork gets in.
I really frickin’ hate this.
Doritos are not manly. Doritos are made from some sort of plant and a bunch of chemicals. Neither plants nor chemicals are inherently manly (unless it’s a mighty oak or hemlock or something). When I want something crunchy, I chew bones, preferably from something I just killed with my bare hands. 
(Seriously though, I don’t eat a lot of chips. Pretty much only corn chips or Fritos.)
Howdy Y’all! Home from irk and soonish we will head out to meet Allen for dindin. Can’t wait! It’ll be great to see him and talk face to face. OYKW’s only comment about Allen and I goin’ back to Allen’s hotel room to talk after dindin was, “as long as it’s fully clothed talk.” The stinker!
kanga the choice is yours, of course, but I wonder if your stayin’ would just allow your mom to continue to put things off. Just sayin’.
I’m not real fond of Doritos. There I said it.
Sorry about the apartment Spaz but yay about NAL!
MOOOOOOM have the new critters started earnin’ their keep yet?
I spent a good deal of Summers growin’ up at my aunt and uncle’s farm in large and in charge Heard County Jawja. There was a spring fed creek near their house that was crystal clear and ice cold. Made for some good but cooooooooooold skinny dippin’.
AAAAUUUUGGGG! The intartoobz ate my post! and it was too long to remember! :mad:
Well, me being here for the past 3.5 years has certainly made it possible to keep Dad out of a nursing home and may even have kept him alive and Mom sane.
Beyond that . . . I don’t know. I’m pushing for placement, I’m pushing her to talk to a social worker, the VA, and whoever might help her, I’m pushing her to figure out what we can afford. At the same time, I can’t provide any real care for Dad any more. He’s too hostile towards me. And at the continuing same time, I am running many of the errands, doing research, helping my brother, catching fly balls . . .
I honestly don’t know. It may be that she’ll put it off as long as I’m here making life bearable. It may be that if I’m gone, she’s going to fall apart from the stress, not be able to make any decisions, and Dad will still not get the care he needs.
I swear to Og, it’s like I’m in the middle of my own personal Kobiashi Maru.
BUT!
On a completely different topic: I made my favorite author laugh!
Barbara Hambly teaches history at an LA area college and made an aside on her fans’ FB page that she’s always bugging her students to state their cites. (She ought to be a Doper!) So, I added in a comment, “‘One of the inherent problems with the Internet is verifying one’s sources.’ - Abraham Lincoln”
To which she replied, “Now THAT’s funny.”
I so happy!
Maybe what you need is some sex ed for them…
I’ll have to check out some of Hambly’s books just on account of that. Any you recommend, kanga?
jealous
Yay, Kanga! Making someone laugh is always good. Well…when you mean to.
Crazy busy. Is it Firday yet?
**Nava **- there’s no sex in our aquarium - it’s in the living room, for goodness sake!!! :eek: Really - you Europeans with your wild ideas… :eek:
Good morning! It’s supposed to be a mostly rainy day and night so I’m not sure if I should attempt anything outside today. I’ll decide eventually. For now, I’m caffeinating and trying to decide what to do for breakfast. Nothing in the house appeals to me, and I don’t feel like making myself presentable and venturing forth into the world. I’m pretty sure that translates to a bowl of cereal. meh.
That’s all I’ve got. Happy Wednesday anyway.
Blurf.
Played trivia last night, and won of course. The odd part was we, the Vunders, invited our mail lady to come along, and it turned out she’s buddies with the lady that runs the trivia contest. 
Lest ye give me crap, we won it fair and square.
I didn’t mean for you two to give a demo, silly: first the methods are different, and second you two don’t fit in the tank.
And EVERYONE sleeps on the wet spot…
I didn’t mean to give them a demo either - the very idea!! :eek: I mean this is a respectable house, and even our sea critters know that sex belongs in the bedroom, lights out, missionary position only. Really, Nava, I had no idea you were such a hussy!!!
And **BBBobbio **- you should be ashamed! I know you’re proud, but you should be ashamed.
Good Mornin’ Y’all! Up and caffienatin’. YAWN ‘Tis 65 Amurrkin out with a predicted high of 77 and rain. All gloomy and doomy lookin’ out but no rain as of yet. Oh and I am irkin’ from da cave for a while cause, well, I can. I’d rather be here to endure a webinar which is now scheduled for ten this mornin’. After that I need to go check up on some folks in large and in charge Americus and Dawson, Jawja. I’m closer to both from here than I would be at the office so that makes even more sense. Of course that means I’ll get to drive around in the rain.
kanga no decision is an easy one in this case. I know you’ll do what you feel is right. We’re here to support. Also yay on givin’ your favorite author a laugh. It was funny!
MOOOOOOOM, Nava and BBBobbio I am shocked! Shocked I say at the very idea of aquarium sex! I know decorum is not our specialty but really!
Ima go purtify cause I have not done so as of yet. Also rumbly tummy wants food.
Happy Hump Day Y’all!