I have a large and mature peecan tree in my yard, so This Is A Good Thing. The 35 gallons of unshelled nuts I collected saved Christmas last year when I was extremely house-poor.
Beautiful OP, Plynck!
My weekend was pretty good! We went to the Bayou City Arts Festival on Saturday. Beautiful stuff! We forgot the stupid camera though, but we took one with our camera phone. It was this sculpture. Crazy!
Oh yeah, Saturday morning I did the wash. I washed my cell phone. :eek: So I left it out in the hot sun to dry. Sunday morning it was working again! I can’t believe it!
Yesterday was the usual grocery shopping and stuff - I grilled some chicken wings and sausage and made NOT salad.
I had a honey-do list for Mr Rebo, and he did a few of the items on there. He had the gall to say that he had his own list, too! Can you imagine?? 
This morning while taking a shower, I realized I only had one earring on. My diamond studs! I freaked out! I waited for the water to drain out, and couldn’t see anything in the drain. Oh, no! I was about to go check the bed and the floor around the bed, when I glanced in my jewelry tray. There was the other earring! So either I only put one on yesterday, or I only took one off last night. I’m such an airhead.
Better get to work now. Oh, joy. Doncha just love Mondays? 
pale bunny, if I weren’t all lazy, I’d link you to the pic of bobbio’s fallen nuts. 
(although I see he’s spoiled the fun by esplainin)
plnyck, very well written. Used to live up thataway and do remember those rare Indian Summer days.
Brother Tom flew in from Houston on Friday as he has a conference down on Marco Island this week. We had a lovely visit and the weather cooperated with the Flawduh version of Indian Summer.
The Princess[sup]TM[/sup] gave me her copy of the Kite Runner on Friday and I am already halfway through it. It is a tremendous read.
I see doggio has a new pooch so I’mma gonna run off and see.
Tupug
Ouch. :smack: Sorry. I didn’t realize these were scheduled, just thought it had to do with insomnia. Fair enough, I’ll give up my next turn.
Again, ouch. Actually, I was going to post this last week when it was fresh in my mind, but you beat me to the punch. 
Last weekend was more interesting than this weekend. Nothing much of interest these past few days; just the usually laundry and storage that goes along with the resigned acceptance of putting summer things away and pulling winter things out. It’s getting down into the 40s at night now, but I still have my windows open. Once I close them and put down the storm windows I don’t usually open them again until spring. And I absolutely refuse to turn on the heat until November 1st. It sure does make it hard to get out of a nice warm bed in the morning, though.
Fantastic and well-penned OP, Plynck! That sounds like just about the perfect lazy and warm fall day. A beach, a book, and a newfound buddy. 
I love having chats with elderly folks. Even the ones whose lives were relatively mundane have nevertheless lived through a time lost past in a way I can’t directly relate to but find fascinating just the same. (That’s part of the reason that I love leafing through the pages of Shorpy; each picture is a story unto itself.) The ones with stories though, I could listen to them for hours and have several dozen questions afterwards. And I wouldn’t worry about co-opting the MMP. They’re generally scheduled but it’s a pretty informal thing. If you really want to atone however, we like pie. Pie and chocolate. And baklava. Pie, chocolate, and baklava. Oh! And beer. A lot of us like beer, too. Okay, so, pie, chocolate, baklava, beer, and salted cashews. And vanilla fudge. Wait, I’ll come in again…
Anyway, caffeinating, but still waking up and having difficulty with pronouns. This weekend went way too fast, and I still managed to get too little sleep. I had to claw my way out of bed this morning. I suspect this was partly because it’s also overcast and a bit miserable out, which only made me want to crawl deeper under the covers.
I did just start taking a multivitamin though. Specifically, One-a-Day, the men’s formula. I’m not entirely sure what benefit this men’s formula is supposed to have over the generic (or even women’s) formula from a practical standpoint, but – well, I’m a man, so it seemed to make some kind of sense that I take one tailored for a man. (MindWife started taking the women’s formula one, too – actually, it was her desire to do so which made me try.) I’m curious to see if there are any noticeable long-term benefits like more energy or something. Og knows I probably neglect my diet such that I’m probably missing this vitamin one day and that mineral the next, so maybe this will kinda level things out and maybe even improve things in the long run.
In an apparent move to foil all of those wonderful health benefits however, it seems my work-local supermarket has changed the recipe of their chick pea salad. Where it was once a nice dressing of tangy vinegar with a bit of oil and a few spices, they appear to have decided that they had the proportions reversed. My chick pea salad is now treading a pool of olive oil tempered by a few drops of vinegar and a dusting of spices. (This is only partly a joke; I’ve only had a few forkfuls and it’s pooling where I removed some beans/peas.) Is it a new chef, or did someone actually complain that there isn’t nearly enough oil? Jebus. After I’m done there will undoubtedly be enough oil left over for a small Sicilian town to dip their panini bread in.
And I bought this salad because – hey, it’s low fat, high fiber. Now, apparently, with 800% more lube to help that fiber snake the plumbing!
VBob - Be glad you aren’t a fireman at my local FD. Of the roughly two and a half billion fire alarms in my building alone (there are 4 in the complex) it is estimated that five of them were for legitemate purposes. Of those five, two were because some poor kid, having evidently lost his unanchored brain down the garbage chute in the small hours of the morning, decided to toss some flaming trash down after it to see if he could locate it. At least, that is the hypothesis that lets me retain a few iotas of hope for today’s youth.
Doggio - Of course, you already know this, but your cat is only making nice with Nelly because he wants your attention on the new pet while he goes out and cuts your brake lines.
I am forced to post to the MMP without my own will.
Send help.
And pie.
On second thought, just send pie.
Great OP theft, Plynk. (Don’t think we won’t ride you about this. It’s not because we don’t like you, it’s just because.)
I spent the weekend relaxing. I went camping with a few of my friends in a nice, secluded little spot where we could do our drinking, survival whittling, and man talking without disruption. Well, I was survival whittling, they were carving.
Spoons, would you believe? Spoons? Spoons are useless in survival situations. Give me a nice pointy stick any day. In an effort to seem more survival oriented, my buddy Gucca carved his spoon out of a 3 foot hunk of log. It’d kill a chipmunk, but you’d have a helluva time eating the stew with it.
We also got to enjoy nature a bit. We did a nice hike from Catherine Furnace in the GW National Forest up to a sort of mediocre lookout site. On the plus side we saw some bear scat, lots of deer, and several pretty views along the hike. I left the camera at home because welbywife was doing stuff with her friends, so no pics for you guys.
Spoons? Why spoons?
That was great, Plynck. What a lovely afternoon. Thank you for sharing Borys’s story with us.
Urk. Awake, slept too long, head cold settled in firmly. I’m making tea, and then I’ll slowly go through the motions of laundry. And then lie around reading.
Afternoon all.
Well, it’s official. MIL was right - I’m a bad mother. I took Noor upstairs with me earlier and put her on the bed while I got changed out of my jeans (we went grocery shopping). I turned my back for 10 seconds while I took my necklace and watch off and turned back around just in time to see HRH nose-dive off the bed and headbutt the floor! :eek: She is fine now, save for a red bump on her forehead. She has a full range of head and neck motion, does not appear to have any ongoing pain and can still use all her limbs, so I think we got out of it with just a bruised head for Noor and a large dose of fright for both HRH and me. I just need to make sure we don’t go to MIL’s house until the bump on Noor’s noggin is gone. I can do without the lecture on parenting (and that from a woman who whacked her son with a hot frying pan off the stove, leaving a permanent burn scar on hubby’s arm).
Sigh. After I had calmed Noor down and kissed it all better, I went into the kitchen and cried for what seemed like forever. Hubby had gone out to have coffee with his mates, so he wasn’t here when it happened. Okay, I am going to cry again if I keep going on like this. 'Nuff said, I just needed to share with you what a crap afternoon I’m having. 
Oh, Dotti, don’t be silly. Kids grow up with bumps and bruises all the time. My mom blamed herself when I stabbed my brother with a pencil when she wasn’t home. Sometimes there’s not much you can do. What doesn’t kill us makes us stronger.
Special1, I can’t get drunk every night. I’m not in grad school anymore, you know.
By the way, Cloud Maiden and I have finally decided to have that Halloween party. All of you are invited. 
Snot production is slowly reducing BooFae …
Went to see my bestest friend today and her adorable kiddies (my adorable god children!) We had fun. Splashing in puddles and feeding ducks is a great way to spend a Monday morning.
Other than that nothing to report.
Can’t believe I only have 2 weeks left at home!
Morning, all. Wonderful OP, Plynck. Don’t you love chance meetings with people?
I had a tolerable night, but am of course achy this morning. One more day to my doctor’s appointment. Or, to be more specific, 27 hours and 4 minutes – but who’s counting? :rolleyes: But it’s a lovely cool morning; the sky is blue and the birds are chirping, and the dogs and cat are snoring. Another rough day in the Tiger den.
Rusty often follows me to the bathroom, canineservant, like Nelly did with you. I’ve had cats joining me in the bathroom all my life, but for some reason a dog seems considerably more odd. Like he’s invading my privacy. Like he cares, since he craps out in public for all to see. 
But it’s still hard to shake the feeling. That’s what I get for anthropomorphizing my pets. :smack:
I guess I should go do something Monday-ish. What, I don’t know yet, but more caffeination is definitely in order.
ETA: BooFae, I’ve been meaning to ask for a while now: How’s the eye? Is it healing, I hope?
All babies fall a couple of times. It doesn’t mean you’re a bad mother.
Someone please remind me I said that, in about six months, when my kid nosedives onto the floor.
I just remembered, Dotty, that Anne Lamott (a writer) calls feeding small children ‘spackling’. You insert food into the hole, scrape off all the food around the hole, and stuff it back in again. And repeat. It’s accurate.
Dotty, when Young Tiger was about 13 months old, he toddled out the front door, picked up something or other off the ground, and promptly fell on it, poking a hole in his forehead that you could see bone in. :eek: And snowbunny, from a young age, had a propensity for falling on her head; her specialty was bouncing in a corner of her crib till she could bounce all the way out of her crib and land on her head. :smack: (Yeah, that explains a lot, doesn’t it? ) So don’t blame yourself. Now that HRH is mobile, this is just gonna happen. And it will usually happen just before you plan to get her picture taken, or meet someone who’s traveling a long way to see her, or are going to some special event. Repeat after me: I’m not a bad mother. Rinse and repeat 1,000 more times.
I am dressed, fed, medicated, and at work - that’s about my limit for today
The eye is much better, thanks, MamaTigs. I went back to the horsepickle and the doc said it’s healed very well so now all I have to do is make sure I use gel tears four times a day and clean the insides of my eyelids twice a day with dilute baby shampoo…and just wait until I get another ulcer.
Being of good cheer, as all NHS docs are, he said that I’m in a high-risk group for corneal ulcers and that it’s almost inevitable I will get another one, he just doesn’t know how soon. It was almost 12 months between the first and second ones, so I will hopefully have to wait a very long time!
Dotty - mobile babies are bound to hurt themselves and it doesn’t make you a bad parent. A couple of friends had their sprog in a Moses basket on a small table in their bedroom (they were staying in a holiday apartment). Sprog managed to roll about so violently in her basket that the whole thing tipped off the side of the table and dumped her out on the floor.
Being the sort to over-react, Sue rang the doctor, the paramedics, the site’s medical office and demanded an ambulance. Sprog (according to her father) didn’t even cry after the fall, she just woke up and gurgled at him before going back to sleep.
Awwww, dotty, welcome to the BMC (Bad Mommy Club)! Luckily, God made the wee ones a little more break-resistant than we think. P.S. Just so you know, this is just number one car on the guilt train. There will be more.
My mom likes to tell the story about how one night, her and my dad were determined to let me cry my way to sleep - until they heard a THUMP from the nursery that had them running to my crib in a heartbeat. To this day they are puzzled as to how I managed to fall onto a floor from a crib with its railings raised. The space between the bars was too small, so I must have somehow hoisted myself over, but I was pretty little at the time.
This is beginning to explain a lot about the Mumpers…
…yeah, I hit my head too, as a little sprout.
I assume I hit my head, and probably multiple times; but I’ll have to ask the maternal one. I do know I gave her other types of heart failure – like the time, when I was 2 years old, she looked out a second story window (first story for you non-Amurrican types) and there I was in a tree level with the window. :eek: All children seek to kill their parents tangentially; it’s practically a childhood requirement.
And you’re right, LOUNE. It does explain a lot about us, doesn’t it?