I know I’ve been MIA from the MMP for a bit. I’m taking a class, volunteering, and living life, and my attention has been diverted for a bit.
This week is not going to be fun. Tomorrow is the first anniversary of my mother-in-law’s passing, so we’re going to the cemetery on Saturday, which is the first day that hasn’t been taken up with other things.
It helps that I married the least romantic person alive, so my expectations were already pretty low. It’s not like we had reservations for a big night out or anything, and I can count on one hand the number of times he’s given me flowers or jewelry. (That last one is easy: Twice. Once was my engagement ring, and the other was my wedding ring.) Still, he’s a good guy and flowers and candy get old after a while. (I’m guessing. :))
Good Mornin’ Y’all! Up and caffeinatin’. YAWN ‘Tis 56 Amurrkin out and clear with a predicted high of 70 and N.O.S. for the day. The big plan is to spiff da cave and the bug man is comin’ at eight this mornin’. Tonight is taco night at da cave. OLÈ!
Rockin’ we celebrate the day after VD by buyin’ up cheap chawklit, AKA, Cheap Chawklit Day One. Cheap Chawklit Day Two is November first.
Now I need more caffeine and to feed rumbly tummy. Then I suppose I should purtify so as to be presentable when the bug man comes.
We have managed to ignore Valentine’s day for the duration of our 33 years together, apart from the brief period when I’d have to buy Valentines for our daughter to give out at school. I wouldn’t object to a chocolate love offering, but he doesn’t make them and I don’t care.
No plans for the week or the weekend outside of the usual. At work, we’re finally getting a software upgrade so we’ll be just one version behind the most recent, so there’s that to look forward to. Mostly, just another day in paradise, hoping the 120K service on my car doesn’t turn up anything too expensive.
**swampy **- you don’t get after-Easter cheap chawklit??
We pretty much don’t bother with V-day stuff, it’s a bit pointless because 'im indoors is working away from home during the week so he isn’t going to be around that day/evening, and it’s my night for PT sessions in the gym which means I’ll be out anyway. We exchange cards and I might buy him something silly if I think about it. This year we spent the weekend at a music festival in the big city near home so that necessitated a hotel for Saturday night…there was drinking, singing, dancing and the inevitable 1am visit to Mr Egg, and as you can see it gets some quite mixed reviews.
We went home on Sunday via a pub for lunch, then went back into Brum later for the last couple of bands. Thus today I’s tired and has a rather large blurf.
No plans for this week apart from the gym tomorrow, out with friends as usual on Wednesday, gym on Friday/Saturday and a visit to my doting parent on Sunday. Then next week I’ll be having an afternoon off to go to the US embassy in Lunnon for my global entry interview. 'im indoors still hasn’t been cleared for that so I will probably be going on my own.
I opened the door this morning to let the dog out and … we have SNOW! I didn’t know it was supposed to snow. It’s not much, just a sprinkling. It’s also cloudy and cold outside.
I’m not sure what I am doing this week. The funeral is on Thursday, but my mother wants me to go to the viewing on Wednesday so I can pick her up and take her. That would work better because the funeral is at 10am. That means I have to be out of here no later than 7:00am, because I am going to hit rush hour as I get closer to Baltimore. The funeral home is in Pasadena, the next town over from the armpit, and Pasadena is hell during rush hour because it is on a peninsula. Then the burial is in Crownsville, which is I think about an hour further down the road. Going to the viewing and skipping the funeral sounds like a good plan.
However, according to my weather app, we are supposed to have snow on Wednesday and I have turned into a big wussie about driving in snow. If I go to the 1pm viewing though, I should miss the snow. If I don’t visit with anybody and come straight home, like that is going to happen :rolleyes:, I could make it back here by 6.
I think I am going to have to wait and see what happens Wed morning.
We were having drinks with a bunch of friends this weekend, when I mentioned I was looking forward to a nice beer/food pairing gourmet dinner coming up soon. My gf realized she has a previous work related engagement that evening, and the dinner tickets are non refundable.
I offered up the spot, and a friend said she’d love to go. She had never attended, but has heard great things about the dinners, so she was very excited. She couldn’t stop talking about how great it was going to be.
So, we are sitting there and she says, directed at me, “You’re gonna wine me, dine me, sixty nine me!” And a hush fell over our table. She had no clue why everyone was starring at her.
Turns out she knows what 69 means, but always thought it was “wine me, dine me, six to nine me”. As in a long, leisurely dinner lasting three hours. Boy was her face red. In retrospect, she is sure that she has used the phrase inappropriately before.
Bug man did his thing. He always asks me if I’ve had any problems. I always answer as long as any roach I find is dead it’s all good. Then we laugh. We’re kinda pathetic are we not.
MOOOOOOM I forgot about day after Easter cheap chawklit day! Of all days to forget! I mean, if one has been pious and penitent all durin’ Lent, what better time to indulge in cheap chawklit! :smack:
Mornin’ all. I’ve tended to ignore Valentine’s day for awhile, and even when I was dating I never did much about it (might help explain why I’m single).
Have my annual physical scheduled for 2s-day, and still have that wood living room floor to clean, but otherwise all is well is N. Ali-bama.
Big Kitty, 72F yesterday, current 40F. Usual unusual weather for February.
Sari, take care on the driving, whatever you decide to do.
I forgot some exciting news, I think Sah-son has decided on a major. He’s thinking about being a Forensic Science Technitian. Mr. Have-to-wash-my-hands-50-gazillion-time-a-day, Mr. Flip-out-because-the-cat-has-been-sleeping-on-my-chair-and-now-I-have-cat-hair-on-my-pants, Mr. Spaz-out-when-I-step-on-dead-mousie-parts-in-my-bare-feet-OMG-run-upstairs-and-wash-my-feet-twice, is thinking about going into forensics?
I guess if my friend who fainted at the sight of blood could make it through vet school, my son can deal with forensics.
kayaker - LOL
{{{Rockin’}}}
No VD plans for me since I have no SO, and not even sure I want one.
OAOASO did text me the other day. I think he wanted some sympathy because he’s been sick and is hurting for money since we haven’t had any real snow this winter. I also think he was hoping I’d offer to lend him some money so he can go to the doctor. But even if we were still together we’d not be doing anything because he thinks VD is not important.
We have agreed to postpone VD <snerk> celebrations until the weekend. Usually this means I will cook a nice steak dinner and we will have bubbly. Like others, I can count on one hand the occasions which I have received chocolate or flowers, in 26 years. Lest I be accused of not being willing to give, I am. DH just isn’t interested, so I stopped. This year though he asked what I wanted to do :eek:
Doggio The Bear Rug[sup]TM[/sup] AKA my Newfie is very uninterested in any sort of “guarding” activity except at oh-dark-thirty when he goes outside, discovers there are GEESE and DUCKS on the lake behind the house and THEY MUST BE BARKED AT. Every. day. :smack: Fortunately, the neighbor actually gets up at oh-dark-thirty on weekdays, so I live with my guilt.
Today I must drive an hour and meet with SSDI attorney. I don twanna. So a big ol’ blurf on that one. At least my face is starting to look less like the elephant man…
As usual, I am single this VD. I will visit Miss Ariel (horse) and I doubt she will get me chocolates, even though I bought her a new halter this morning. Tonight I take Ursala (kitteh) to the vet for nail trimming and she is NOT good about the carrier. I’m already dreading it.
The OW for the last 25 years or so has preferred not celebrating any holidays; no Christmas means VD is pretty much out there as well. So we don’t do anything really unless it falls on a weekend. In that case maybe we’ll go out to eat but basically Cracker-Barrel-ish rather than some dining experience.
From last week:
Thanks! It was done for our local PBS station. A friend of ours was one of the founders; the problem was that when he was still alive the ones he was attending we were always busy and when we were free he had other gigs. So the end result was we never got there in the very early days. He passed away and we didn’t think about it again and then one day I saw a mention of it on (of all things) a horror movie message board and we decided to go in his memory. We found a ton of friends and people we knew there so we just never left.
In the very beginning it was at a place called Soldiers and Sailors Memorial Hall. Until they found out what GLCC stood for and kicked them all out. They did approach several churches and got turned down everywhere. They used a local GoodWill facility but it was small and crowded even with 100 or so people. The only people who opened their arms and hearts to the entire thing was the one Jewish congregation. I’m betting there was some debate within the Council but they never showed it and its run there for like 13+ years. We’ve been regulars the last 10 or more.
Until lately the OW and I were in the vast minority. But it became so famous that now half the crowd is “one and done bingo virgins” and a small majority of the people attending are straights not actually connected to the community. Some people say that’s a bad thing, and I must admit that there are some days when I think that as well. But the GLCC does such fantastic work and that is 90% of their budget so in the end MAKE IT RAIN and bring in the bus groups and stuff like that. It is still a safe place for people from across the LGBT community and the people who love them so we can live with a few tourists once a month.
Pittsburgh wasn’t the first gay bingo and it probably isn’t the biggest. But by God its about the most fun thing you can imagine.
Da cave is defilthyfied. Well, chances are you wouldn’t catch a horrible infectious disease. That count’s for sump’n right? Chillage endues until time to start dindin. Yeah, there’s stuff I could do but I’m not.
Sari yay on Sah-son decidin’ or about to decide on a major. I’m sure he’ll be a fine forensic techie.
Car is ready to be picked up - the only “issue” was that our spark plugs should have been changed 15K miles ago. So they were changed today. Other than that, no biggie, and total damages for the whole shebang - including a bunch of inspecting - is under $250. Less than a car payment, so a good deal to my way of thinking.
We’ll have to go over there right after work. I’ll be glad to get the car back - I don’t like driving the truck.
doggio, my neighbor’s terriers tend to bark at me through the window when I get home from irk. They don’t bother when she’s there (she works evenings), but when she’s not, they’re guarding the place with their ~15lbs each.
When I’m not dating anyone, the usual valentine’s celebration is to take chawklit to my cow-orkers. This year, they’re Dove hearts.
I’ve heard numerous jokes about that number. And comedian Greg Proops called it the funniest number.
