I’m all clean and purtified for deheathenization and brunching. I brunch. I’m a bear. I’m a bear who brunches. I am swampy the Brunchin’ Bear!.
This amuses me.
Do you have a brunchin’ uniform, swampy?
Also, heard a Whyskypalian joke on A Prairie Home Companion last night and thought of you.
Why don’t Episcopalians have orgies?
Too many thank you notes.
Have been up and at 'em since 7:30 or so. Am currently washing one of the LR futon covers and uploading pics to flickr.
LR will be reasonably tidy AND clean by 10:30. Or else.
After that, it’s on to the dining room.
I take it you’re volunteering for tomorrow, FCM? (Which one is the smartass smiley???)
Hugs.
Back later.
GT
Good morning everyone. I was up early today, but only because we spent the night at our friends’ house.
They made us dinner and we played 99. We actually won this time. They also asked us to bring our dog over. I was kind of nervous because he hasn’t really been around other dogs too much.
He did fine, although he and one of the other dogs, would have a little snapping growling fit with each other once in awhile.
At any rate, it was really late and I just didn’t want to drive home. I was feeling a little icky, so we just stayed there.
We got up at six this morning and drove home. My dog was really happy to be home. Now, he’ll sleep. I don’t think he slept much at all last night.
I’m now sipping some coffee in hopes of giving myself a jolt. I need to tidy up because my daughter and her boyfriend are coming down to visit.
Vorlon, hang in there.
Have fun, Doggio.
You gals with boobage injuries take care.
Hugs and smooches to all.
FCM-----you do realize that you will spend the next two years FODing the yard and driveway?
Nails show up in the strangest of places and times…
Yes, I’m volunteering, and I want all you impatient Mumpers to be aware that I’ll be posting it in the morning. Monday Morning - you know, the MM of MMP?? 
Unless, of course, I go off to work and forget, in which case, someone will pick up the slack, I’m sure. If there’s no new MMP by 6AM of the eastern US time zone, then either I forgot or I was abducted by aliens, or my computer died, or Mark Harmon showed kidnapped me, or, ummm, well, the possibilities are endlessly mind-boggling…
**Alien **- There may be fewer nails than one might expect. I watched several times as the guys waved a magnet over the ground. They did a pretty good job of cleaning up, I think.
So, we’ve had breakfast, bought a b-day card for FIL, got my car washed - the outside anyway, and I’ve got a load of clothes in the washer. **FCD **put the patch in the kitchen ceiling, so when I go down to swap out the washer and dryer, I’ll grab the bucket o’drywall mud and get to texturin’. I also need to clean the inside of my car windows - they’re pretty gross.
The bubble anemone retreated to a scrawny, bitty critter - dunno what’s wrong - the clownfish seems distressed. Our aquarium is like a wet soap opera… 
Two years ago they put a new roof on this place (again…), they ran the magnet over every thing a half dozen times.
Yesterday I picked up three more nails in the driveway.
Maybe you have mean neighbors who sneak over at night and fling nails on your driveway??
I dunno - I got nothing…
Productive day of nothingness here. I did not make it to the movies as I couldn’t find anything that I wanted to go see at the time I wanted to go this afternoon.
I did do laundry, changed the sheets, picked up a bit, gave myself a mani-pedi and I currently have lasagne sauce simmering ready to build and bake for supper!
I have been having a Sex in The City DVD-athon today also which has been fun to have on in the background.
Also talked to mr ems for ages this afternoon and we settled on a birthday present - golf lessons - which is something he wanted so I feel better now. Can’t WAIT to be home though. Feeling a little impatient waiting on lawyers and movers and stuff plus I have to wait to do a handover with my replacement who has not been announced yet. I wanna be with my hubby dammit! I am officially in countdown mode
Watch out for the nails! Happy Sunday everyone!
Still achy and sore, a bit moreso than yesterday. I expect I will be hurtin’ for quite awhile, given that I am waaaay beyond my indestructable 20s. So, blurfity blurfage to you all, and to all a blurry blurf.
Two hours from Etlanter.
I think I might be catching #2 son’s cold. He feels better today, which is nice. I have no real plans for today, but am somewhat 
because it’s raining outside. My neighbor said he heard the sandhill cranes this morning on their way back–a sure sign of spring. I love to hear their cries, so I hope there’s more coming.
I worked on the policy and procedure manual last night while #2 son and I watched TTT (LOTR). We are so pathetic–we can quote lines down to the minutest nuance. But we had fun doing so.
Oscars tonight!
Current WAG is they are still washing out of the gutters. Of course, the is from the MENSA students that took 4 tries in 23 years to correctly install a roof so…:smack:
Alien, helpful homeowner’s hint. Don’t use that company again.
gt not to mention the headache of deciding the proper wine to serve!
I am deheathenated (really good service this mornin’, with a shout out to Young Priest for an awesome, in the true sense of the word, sermon!) and brunched.
A uniform for swampy The Brunchin’ Bear…, hmmm…, this will require some thought.
Hey! I resemble that remark!!
I had an ambulance shift Firday night. It was a strange one.
My buddy Tollie came back after a significant leave of absence, and I jumped at the chance to run with him because we always have a blast together. LorraineTheBabe was also running with us, which I also like a lot between being eye candy and her status as the best clinical teacher the squad has.
I had nasty cold, which also left me feeling miserable. I stopped at Sam’s Club for the usual stuff and got a bulk pack of cold remedy, which is either lost somewhere in the trunk of The Foomobile, or left in my cart; either way, I couldn’t find it and had to get more. Grrrrr. I announced to both that I would not be French kissing either one that shift.
Around 9:30 was a page for a woman experiencing pain in multiple locations. LorraineTheBabe rolled her eyes, and said she thought she knew who it was. Hilarity ensued (not) after we spent five extra minutes trying to find the house in a cluster because nobody saw the value to putting house numbers on their mailboxen.
Sure enough, it was who Lorraine thought it was. A frequent flyer with real physical problems and mental issues. Mental issues is soft coating the situation; our patient is and was nuttier than a truckload of Payday bars.
Hubby answered the door, and was annoyed that we were there. Our patient was in a recliner in a back room, rocking back and forth violently. She complained of pain in her chest, back, abdomen, and both legs. Lorraine quickly figured out she didn’t have a heart issue. We got her outside and in the unit, and our patient really cut loose on us.
“My husband is keeping the mail from me because he’s stealing my money.”
“He wants to burn down the house with me in it.”
“He hurts me!”
“He’s trying to have me committed!” We were on his side with that one.
There were many more accusations, and we were certain all were crap, but she also had said the magic words, so we were honor bound to make a DSS (Department of Social Services) report when we got back.
Her transport was uneventful, but as is common with mental patients, she was not of the best hygiene. The unit smelled like her afterwards, and the third grade concept of cooties made the rounds among the three of us.
We got back to the county around midnight, and headed to the dispatcher’s office so she could page the social worker. And paged. And paged, and paged again. We sat with her for close to an hour yukking it up and watching Ladder 49 on the boob tube when the 911 line rang.
“Cottonfield County 911. What is your emergency?”
Pause, because we could not hear the caller talk.
“Is the child OK?”
All three of us went :eek:
“The ambulance crew is here with me. I’ll send them back to the rescue station, and you can meet them there.”
The dispatcher filled us in. A motorist was passing by our station, and spotted a 3 year old boy walking down the middle of the highway all by himself at 1:00 in the morning.
We got back to the station, and saw a strange pickup in the lot. A man got out, and sure enough, handed us a 3 year old boy wearing pajamas, socks, a winter coat, and in possession of men’s size 12 work boots :dubious:
“He had these on his feet when I found him.” We gave the kid credit for trying to wear shoes.
About that time, both deputies on duty showed up. They talked to the guy for a few minutes, then he left. We took the kid into the ambulance and sat him down. I gave him a quick exam, found nothing, and Lorraine started talking to him.
“What’s your name?”
“Luke…” he was trying to be bashful.
“Where do you live?” He pointed to the house across the road.
“What were you doing out this time of night?”
“I was going to the store to get ice cream!” He was proud of that. There’s a gas station on the corner that sells usual stop and rob type stuff, and that’s where he was headed.
I became an instant hero by giving him a teddy bear we keep for kids, about 30 seconds before Tollie showed up with a different one. Luke entertained himself by making the bears wrassle TV style.
We were beginning to wonder what the holdup was with the deputies going across the road to wake up the parents, so I went out to ask. “We called DSS.”
:rolleyes: “Good luck with that. They didn’t think it was necessary to answer the page on our other call, either.”
“We paged the supervisors.” So did we.
Lorraine and I had a way of talking to the kid. I could get him to play to get some confidence going, then she’d talk to him and get an answer. An experienced dad and a girl from a big family doing the job. One of the deputies decided he was going to interrogate Luke, and came in with usual cop bluster.
“Where were you going?”
“How were you going to pay for your ice cream?”
:crickets:
Finally, about 2:30, the caseworker finally showed up. In about 20 minutes, she got out of him that going out was his idea, he stood on his toy fire truck to undo the lock, and that he had no clue of the commotion he caused. She took Luke across the street to be reunited with his frantic parents.
I got to bed around 3:00, the shift was over at 5:00, and I got up at 6:30. I was quite the grump for the rest of the day.
Sorry, rosie, but Peace Corps Girl is a member of MENSA and she once asked me how you drown a fish.
I’m here in TVLand we’re getting ready to go buy a new microwave for my house because Old Faithful finally died yesterday. That leaves two dead microwaves in my kitchen including the above the stove model which I melted the door off of. :dubious:
Ummmm…how?
OK…Not as much progress as I wanted, but, laundry is progressing and the pile of stuff to shred has grown significantly. So, I’m thinking that’s my next to-do.
Wow…Luke sounds like an intrepid 3-year-old, Bobbio. Sounds kinda like the goddaughter, actually. She ran away from home at 2 1/2. It’s kinda amazing she’ll be 16 soon. She did all kinds of silly (as in “made her parents go grey early”) stuff as a toddler.
Somewhere, some kind of laundry is calling me.
Back later.
GT
Last load of laundry (for today) is in the dryer. Critters have been fed, including **FCD **and me, and we’re in wind-down mode.
I should probably water my houseplants. And vacuum. Or not. Who cares…
Actually, you CAN drown a shark. They have to remain in motion constantly, or their gills don’t get water passage and suffocation happens. They lack the ability to gulp water by mouth action.
I can haz Mensa?
Just the heat of cooking, I guess.
We got a lovely new microwave that had 50 watts less power than the one that I had originally been looking at and it was $50 less! It’s an over the range one and the door is metal so I won’t have to worry about melting it. I’m excited! Hopefully GilaMonster in her infinite wisdom will be able to install it quickly tomorrow morning. (Yes, I’ll help, but she’s the home improvement queen.)