What! You guys are having a party and I’m not invited?
I had to train myself out of actual swear words when I was working face to face with the public. It sucked, but I did get very creative. I can tell when I’ve had too much to drink when I start dropping the f-bomb. That’s really OK, it tells me to move downwind and start drinking water while smoking weed.
HURRAY! I’d feel good about that too.
VanGo I am also in the camp of raise your prices to match what the shop owner says. And also give us a link to the shop’s webpage so we can admire your stuff. You do good work and should be paid properly for it.
As some of you might remember, a sheriff was shot and killed a few miles away last week. There are a bunch of yahoos with guns out here so usually the Fourth sounds like a battleground and it’s pretty noisy for a week before hand. Despite us having enough monsoon water to make everything wet enough to safely have fireworks…I haven’t heard a single bang.
I’m guessing the yahoos are smart enough to know that anything that sounds like gunfire out here would be a bad idea for a couple of weeks.
I’m sorry someone was killed, but it will be nice to not worry about someone setting our house on fire.
When I left to go to the gym, I couldn’t get out the gate. They changed the gate code today, so I tried the new one, which had worked when I returned from the pharmacy. No go. So I tried the old one. Nada. I tried waiting a full minute and then entering the code. Nope. The manager came out, and she couldn’t get it, either. I exited via the vehicle gate. A bit later, we got a mass text:: use the old code to get out, new code to get in. The old code didn’t work for me. I may have to walk through the vehicle gate (different code).
It seems like a safety hazard to have gates where people can’t get out without a code, but what do I know? (A: less all the time.)
Oopsoe, congrats on 70 pounds gone! You’ve lost the equivalent of a ten-year-old! I’m so impressed. Also, I lurves me some sesame sticks. When I was younger and thinner, I’d eat them with peanuts. Divine. I can’t find 'em now, which is a good thing, as it’s so much harder to be thinner.
Me, too! I swear in two languages, if that helps any. OTOH, if I overindulge, I love everyone uncritically. It’s gotten me into trouble more than once. Y’all might want me to drink across the street and just wave now and then.
Evening all. Never made it to the swimmin’ part of the day, got very tired all of a sudden (as in eyelids closing while sitting at the computer, so laid down and slept for over 3 hours…guess my body had some catching up to do. Now of course I don’t want to go to bed to early so watched some TV and solved my Friday Sudoku’s and now need to kill about another hour internettin’. May try the pool tomorrow, but also want to mow at least half the yard (front or back), so I will get some exercise in one way or another.
I don’t swear all that much, but I can string some descriptive adjectives together when I need too.
Oopsie, that’s quite a weight loss. Congrats.
nellie, six years is time to lay down roots; been here in N. Ali-bama since 2003, so closing in on 20 years (I actually got here in 1997, but 18 months later I moved to Abu Dhabi for 4 years, so I’m counting when I really got here).
OK, starting to feel a bit ready for bed, but don’t want to get in bed and then be unable to sleep, so a little more internettin’. Catch you all tomorrow.
Angus and Jan were an elderly Canadian couple who owned the trailer on the corner (with a primo view of the bay). We hadn’t seen them in a while, and I assumed it was because they were unable to cross the border during the pandemic. We were chatting with the woman across the street from them, and I asked if she’d heard from them. It turns out that Jan had died about two and a half years ago. I knew she’d been sick, and I thought it was cancer. The neighbour said she had ‘brittle diabetes’. I don’t know what that is, and haven’t looked it up. Angus died a few weeks/a couple of months after she did.
I liked them. Angus was always talking about historical tidbits from the neighbourhood. I don’t know how accurate he was, as sometimes he seemed to have his facts confused. Jan was always cheerful.
Mrs. L.A. went to bed with Abbey. Then fireworks started, and she came out looking for the cat. She was behind the couch. We eventually coaxed Abbey into the bedroom and sht the door to the living room (which was already shut when she came out from the bedroom door. I was just about to go out of the bedroom and shut the bedroom door, when the fireworks started again. Out went Abbey, back to the living room and behind the couch. Five more seconds was all we needed, but no. Also, I’d caught the back of my hand on something and was bleeding. (My skin has been a bit fragile the last few years.) I attended to my hand, then pulled the couch out. I called The Missus to get Abbey. I’d gotten her out from under an end table, but I couldn’t pick her up. ‘Mom’ picked her up and took her to her bedroom, and I shut the living room door again. ‘Mom’ and Abbey are in bed, and there are still some fireworks. Abbey has her ‘fort’ and will be fine, either there or snuggling with Wifey.
Tonka slept through fireworks. Creamsickle seemed indifferent. So does Goo. But the weekend and Monday are going to be scary for Abbey.
I’m up early because of a cat.
When I was heading to bed last night, I saw the back gate was open. Adam must have run in when I went out to close it. He woke me up by putting his claws into my belly just after 4am. I didn’t mean to smack him.
I don’t know what the gate was open. We know that the latch doesn’t catch sometimes and we always check. I was the last one in and I know I checked. Too many assholes running around here at night trying car doors and sometimes backdoors.
Echo was a bad girl at the park yesterday. She went after Sky, although Sky’s owner said Sky probably asked for it. Then she went after Chewbarka for no reason at all. Later she went after Appollo, I think because he was too close to me. That was funny though because Appollo is an 8-month-old pit-bull who is bigger than Echo and he thought she was playing.
I don’t know what is up with Echo, maybe the heat is making her grumpy. I don’t have use bribes to get her to leave anymore, she is happy to go home. We’ve also been late getting to the park. My son has been shifted to a different department and they irk late every morning.
Fireworks have been going off around here for a couple of nights now. I’m so happy my dogs ignore them.
Good Mornin’ Y’all! Up and caffeinatin’. YAWN ‘Tis 72 Amurrkin out and clear with a predicted high of 89 (well, brrr!) and rain after three p.m. today. We shall see. About an hour from now I will get the ribs and chikin laigs on the smoker to do their thang. OYKW will go down to the produce stand to get a dozen ears of sweet corn and a large and small watermelon. We have the corn and the watermelons reserved. We shall also have some quality cee-mint pond time before the rain visits. Any need to feed will be via forage as there are plenty of sammich makin’s and chips on hand. Sloth and nappage will also occur lest y’all think we are forsakin’ our idle ways.
red and doggio thank y’all for the serenade. red since we are waaaaaay more than over age the beer run was not quite like that. You reminded me of sump’n from my mispent youth, however. There was this place in Ye Olde Hometowne that was kind of a dive and a bit notorious. Everyone’s 'rents said not to go there, so, of course we did. The guy that owned the place would sell beer to underage delinquents boys if we were at least sixteen and had a driver’s license. However he would limit it to three beers and we could not get ‘em more than two times a week. He watched us like a hawk and knew when we had had three beers and whether or not we attempted to do so more than two times a week. One could get banned from the place for tryin’ more than twice a week. Here endeth nostalgia time.
Oopsie conga rats on the weight loss!
Everyone else, I know there’s stuff I want to comment on, but I have the mind of a rusty sieve, so yays, boos, hugs, noogies, trouts, chitlins, and how you doin’s all around as needed.
Night of assorted wakeage and weird dreamange, and about 6:30, I got up to tend the critters and feed myself. FCD is still sleeping, which is fine. Gonna be a hot, humid day - already in the mid-70s, so I’m glad the a/c on the boat works well.
I know that parking will suck mightily at the marina since it’s a holiday weekend. We may get on the waiting list for one of the 10 slips that have reserved parking. It’s an extra $1K per year, but it may well be worth it. Plus those slips are closer to the pool and the bathrooms, so… we shall see. Anyway, we’ll be tracing more wires and who knows what else. The sad part is nothing we do will be visible - even if we open everything up, unless you saw the mess we started with, you’d not appreciate where we end up. We’ll have to be content with just knowing. That sounds almost Zen…
The end of this month will be 18 years here for us - the longest either of us has lived at any one address. According to our plan, this will be our last address, altho if I end up widowed, I may not be able to handle it alone - we’ll just have to wait and see.
Well, FCD is up - I need to shower and dress so we can get to work.
Morning all. Stayed up past midnight and woke at 6:30am, so we’ll see if that balanced out the extra nappage from yesterday. Mowage is the primary duty today, another 1-in-3 chance of tunder-boomers this afternoon, so probably will get out there around 9:30am. The main fire-irks for the city are supposed to be tonight, given the 4th is on Moanday and people go back to work on 2sday, so sleep may be delayed again.
FCM, yeah, most any recreation site will be a mob scene this weekend. Wondering what the gym here will be like.
Sari, maybe Echo is sensitive to the time changes and that’s making here grumpy. Or it’s just a female thing…{ducks incoming thrown objects}
flyboy, sorry about the neighbors, and I agree, Abbey is in for a long weekend…
OK, need to break fast and be about the day. All y’all take care.
I’m sorry about Abbey flyboy. My town’s fireworks were last night (I can watch the big ones from my patio, so close by) and Nelson needed a bit of TLC. He’s not as scared as he was when he was younger, but they still bother him.
swampy, the dive bar owner likely taught the teenage boys in your town a bit about limitations and restraint. Sometimes it’s better to be taught by a pro than by the amateurs your own age.
Up, caffeinating, breakfasted and fixing to do KP. I’ll take Nelson to the dog park once I’m sheveled, but before it gets too stinkin’ hot, but the rest of the day will be spent inside under the AC organizing stuff in the studio.
There’s an animal shelter in my area calling for volunteers to help comfort the shelter inmates on Monday, I’m already signed up. DH will be home with our crew, so they’ll be OK.
Everyone is invited to day drink/smoke weed/swear with me. You don’t have to do any of the above. You can just hang with us. My idea of day drinking is one large rum and diet cola……
For decades I hated the 4th of July. Fireworks terrified my late horse Bob. He spent the week sedated. The barn was surrounded by suburbia so fireworks all around. Ariel lives in the country on 140 acres with no neighbors so it’s quiet.
Nettie that’s a great thing you are doing for the shelter ani-pals.
It’s currently 56 degrees with an expected high of around 73 and cloudy to partly sunny skies.
I was useful for a bit yesterday; mowed the lawn, pulled some weeds, and watered the posies. Never got around to transplanting because I need some more soil amendment and garden soil. The dirt in my gardens is pretty much sand, clay, and rocks and the sand is only a thin layer that the contractor added when he built the place.
I’m debating on whether to go to the Farmers Market now because they’re also having the Great Pacific Northwest Taste at the fairgrounds which is just a couple of blocks from the park where the Farmers Market is located. This means horrible crowding and I’m not really up for that. It’ll be a complete pain getting home to because we’ll need to get through the fairground traffic to get home.
After my bit of gardening and yard maintenance, I was completely useless and watched horrible TV.
I will be doing something today, I’m just not sure what it’ll be. I don’t want to spend the whole weekend sitting around; that’s just lame.
Congrats on the weight loss, oopsie!
We’ve had some idjits letting off fireworks around here the last couple of nights. It hasn’t been horrible, but I’m not looking forward to today, Sunday, and Monday. Sadly, I have to work on Tuesday, so I’ll be operating on no sleep. Fun times! Polar could care less about the fireworks, but every once in awhile someone lets off a firework that makes Polar kind of whine and he starts getting antsy. I personally don’t see the big attraction to fireworks, but that’s me. We had them when the kids were growing up, but we only let them off on the 4th. After the kids were old enough to start hanging out with their friends on the 4th, we quit buying them. They’re stupid expensive anyway and I’d rather spend my money on something else.
I swear, but not when I’m at work. I find creative substitutes if the situation warrants having to use a swear word. Can I hang out with swearing/drinking/smoking crowd? I don’t smoke, but I like a drink or two, and I become one of those “I love you, man” people when I drink. I know enough to switch to water when the tip of my nose is numb, so I won’t become obnoxious about it.
Well, I should finish my coffee and take a shower. I want to be out the door around 9:00 whatever I decide to do.
I just spent a year working in a restaurant. Trust me when I say, my potty mouth has gotten a workout.
We keep it professional in front of customers, but back of house? Dear lord.
… but we curse at each other with lurve. Mostly.
ETA tattoo appointment in two hours I’M SO EXCITED
Unfortunately, the way it’s described, I don’t think I’ll get to cuddle anyone. They want people to sing, play music, or read to the animals. I’ll be grabbing a couple of James Herriot books and reading to them. Can’t play an instrument, my “singing” would just be more upsetting.
Sorry about your neighbors, flyboy! I only know the folks on either side of me, but I’d be sad if I heard that any of them passed (let alone a couple).
There were some fireworks around here last night, but far enough away that the dog wasn’t aware of them. Today there’s a decent chance of storms both this afternoon and pretty much all night, but I expect more booms tomorrow night and Monday night – and possibly also Tuesday night, if it doesn’t rain again.
I got the Official Invitation from my BFFs to go to their place on the 4th. Back in the day we used to go to a local HS to see the fireworks, but when COVID hit the husband started setting off his own…and they’ve gotten larger and larger. Last year the “display” moved from their driveway to the street just in front of their house, due to tree coverage; I was slightly uncomfortable with some of the larger ones. I’ll go over on Monday, but will see how I feel after it gets dark – i.e., what he has planned. He loves setting off fireworks (as does their 20-year-old son), so unfortunately I don’t see us ever going back to public shows even once the pandemic is well and truly over.
I’ve been toying with the idea of thinking about doing the online dating thing again, and I just added “someone to watch fireworks with” to the “pros” list.
Agreed…not to mention making pedestrians use the vehicle gate!
It’s almost sad how much I am loving them! I never had them until about 9-10 years ago, when I started going to this one place to hear live jazz and they had sesame sticks in their “bar mix.” I used to eat that stuff faster than they could refill the bowl! I’m limiting myself to 1 oz at a time, but I might have had a second ounce before I went to bed last night…(shhh)
My current address holds that record: I’m at just over 8 years in this place. I plan to stay here until Bailey leaves me (she’s about to turn 14), then I will be super picky about where I go next. I’ll be hoping for another long-term situation.
I’ll still be a renter, but I’ll have a lot more options without a pet – plus I’ll be able to increase my rent budget – and I have a running wish list: a garage, a usable deck or patio, not much of a yard, maybe a little east of where I live now, etc. I’ve been a renter for nearly three decades, and at this point I know what matters to me (and what doesn’t). I’m pretty sure I’ll have to leave the SFH realm and go back to townhouses, which will be fine; I’ll be hoping for an end unit, but that won’t be a dealbreaker.
We will need a picture once you can remove the covering!!
Whenever Bailey is scared/stressed, she doesn’t want to be touched; she just wants me to be nearby. I can easily imagine other animals being the same way, especially shelter pets who don’t currently have a “person.” I love the idea of you reading All Creatures Great and Small to them.