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Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share
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I’m thinking the Amish watermelon I bought last week has bones in it. Twice, including just moments ago, I choked while eating some!

OK, maybe not bones. But maybe the soft little seeds are somehow hitting my throat the wrong way and setting off the choking fit. Worst part is I had a mouthful of half-chewed melon that I really didn’t want to spit all over my desk. Fortunately, I didn’t.

And it’s not that good a melon. Dammit.

Not that any of you know him, but today is my baby brother’s b-day - he’s 61! I found a properly snarky ecard on line, so my obligation has been met. :smiley:

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Forget that! Mooommm can I have FCDs car? :smiley:

The eclipse was marvelous, wonderful, and awesome. I’ll post some pictures as soon as I get them transferred from the camera to the interwebs. We had a full house and a good time was had by all. I definitely would like to see one again.

My parents are leaving this afternoon and my MiL is staying until the 30th. :smack:

I hope everyone is feeling better now from all the ick.

Happy Toesday.

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**FCD **just sold his lathe - woohoo!!! There were 3 guys interested in it today and one came right over from Alexandria, VA. He’ll be back later in the week or the weekend to get it. I’m surprised it sold so fast!

The ad went on Craigslist on Sat, and the second guy who called said “Call me when you drop the price - I have cash.” Yeah, like he was going to get a call. Besides, the guy who bought it had cash also - a chunk down, and the rest when he comes back. So one less thing to worry about. :smiley:

OK, back to work.

And the bike and car will go to the highest bidders. :stuck_out_tongue:

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This week’s culinary tragedy on Arkansas highways.

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We have ingested dindin. ‘Twas good and I did make cornbread cause well, I wanted cornbread. Mr. Frank will be goin’ or has by now gone back to the nursin’ home today. JDD met with hospice to finalize the paperirk and then transport was to take Mr. Frank back. I hope by now all that has happened.

flytrap is no Eyetalian food safe on the highways of Arkansaw? :eek:

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What kind of sauce was it?

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Today’s meeting was productive.
My temp is below 100F.
My washer that went on strike before vacation stated working, so I changed and washed my sheets(and played a few rounds of fling the cat shaped bowling ball)
I’m about to crack open my first beer since Friday*.:eek:
And I took out the trash, since a colony of fruit flies moved in. And I spent the last 20min killing the survivors, while humming Maxwell’s Silver Hammer.
So life is back to (ab)normal at Casa Perro.:smiley:

:frowning:
((((swampy JDD and family}}}}

Flytrap, y’all will spill anything on the road to make those possum pancaked edible, won’t you?:stuck_out_tongue:

Good luck, sticky.

Sunny, the first thought that popped into my head was Aunt Edna :smiley:

*Remember when not remembering most of Saturday, all of Sunday ,and the first part of Monday meant you drank a lot of beer, not zero?:wink:

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Ok. All caught up. Still puny with the crud from the real world or mainland crud. By George, we islanders are a little protected down here from normal germs. Another busy irk day at the front desk with new girl who also has the crud. Sold almost 4 times as much as yesterday so I guess eclipse gave us a little break. And all large groups. Not a couple or two couples but 8, 10 12 folks. Go the hell home already.

Main ticket selling clerk Ms Judy should be back tomorrow which will be a huge relief. I still have not even turned on my irk computer this week. Loving the earlier closing time too even though some gym rats are displeased. Fuk 'em I say. Go run on the new jogging trail. Oh, it’s too hot for that? Well sucks being you then.

I am still sickly bigly and now hubs says he is getting it.

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{{Swampy 'n friends}}
Whew. Evening all.

Back from taking the main load of stuff to the flat; I now have a sofa, bookcase and bed in there.

Just the axolotls and bees to go, (I decided against trying to put the tank in the van, it just seemed so likely that it’d get cracked, jammed in there) plus a few bags of books and stuff; most of my junk is now there but as I’m doing at least two more trips, I’ll bring the last bits along with the tank and hive.

One of my housemates basically did most of the dragging stuff upstairs for me; I did try, but most of the stuff I thought would be a 2 person job he just did while I was dithering. I bought him some beers as thanks, but that meant going to the pub, so I’m a little drnuk. Not too drnuk though, I have to return the van in the morning.

I’m pretty tahred now, but it wasn’t as bad as I thought it could be.

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We let Red Robin feed us, and today my dinner was free! Yeah, we eat there often.

Now we’re home and I’m about to assume the chill position.

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butters, you could always add some Milky Way bars, Eclipse gum and Starburst candy to the selection. :stuck_out_tongue:

baker, so far, Nelson and I have avoided all but the lightest of sprinkles outside. However, housetraining is still two steps forward, one step back.

Happy birthday FCU!

{{{JDD family}}}

I keed you not, I’m getting more stuff on my plate on a daily basis at irk. The last reconciler that was hired was a work around to getting another L1 data geek. He’s worked on a special project and done a little bit of process writing, but has yet to actually reconcile any inventory.

The floor is swept/mopped (Gollum, the steam mop had the puppy going as usual :stuck_out_tongue: ). He’s beginning to twig that anytime I plug something into a certain outlet, something noisy will be pushed across the floor for a while. :smiley:

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But you put the bees in the van with you.:eek::dubious::stuck_out_tongue:
I’d have a couple of pints after thant ,too.

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Mr. Frank is back at the nursin’ home. Now we wait. I told OYKW we need to go at least two to three times a week. This kind of stuff just sucks.

Nuts yay for gettin’ most of your stuff moved.

We are both tahrd and will soon go lie upon the bed and watch teevee until sleepy time.

Nitey Nite Y’all!

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I can’t tell from the generic jars; Prego, Kroger, Newman’s Own? (I didn’t know that he was missing.)

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Apparently not. I blame Trump, or some of the little old ladies from Little Italy.

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I had a pallet of boxes fall on me; I survived.

I am currently considering if that was a good thing or not.

I get my new crown tomorrow so I guess its a good thing. I would hate for my dentist to have done all that work for nothing. :slight_smile:

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:eek::eek::eek:
Unless it was a pallet of inflated shark blimps. Then it was a really intense 3D version of Sharknado

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For mundane and pointless (but amusing to oneself), I have a winner. I was in a big bookstore, in the used section, looked on the top shelf, and there were 5 or 6 books by Cecil himself. Of course I had to get one (Triumph of the Straight Dope – the latest one they had), if only to remind myself I need to get out more.

But it will be perfect for the “reading room”.

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Welcome to the MMP, where it’s never too mundane or pointless ,and no one bites(unless you ask real nice).
We’ll get you a nickname shortly. :smiley:

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My stoopit dying phone battery ate my post. Paraphrase:
(((Hugs,))) chicken soup, and ginger ale wishes to all who need them.

I may need a solid alibi before I finish with the rehab of my parents’ house. Or maybe a liver transplant.

Kids are great. Teenagers are teenage-ing, but nothing worrisome. Adults are adult-ing pretty well. The Littles are still kinda cute, and becoming more interesting as people. (It’s a nice stage, after that plateau between ages 3-5, when kids are getting less adorable, but not quite interesting company yet.)

And something in the woods freaked me out last night. I first heard it after dark, and it sounded like a dog with an irritated throat, barking. Unfortunately, morons like to abandon animals on our land - it borders a quiet end of a busy road, there’s a creek and a stand of woods and few witnesses. So it’s not uncommon for me to find a dozen plus abandoned animals per year. So, assuming that I was hearing a dog in distress, I went to the edge of the trees last night, with just my phone for light. And then, as I stood there, I realized that the sound had moved quite a distance, but I hadn’t heard anything moving on the ground (no rustling leaves, twigs snapping, etc.) And so my imagination went to weird places, and I “had to” walk backwards until I was inside the fence with my big dog. (I just couldn’t bear to turn my back on that creature, whatever it is!) In daylight, I decided that it had to be some sort of frog, or maybe a bird. I heard it again tonight. Yeah, almost certainly a frog. Felt foolish.

And speaking of weird critters, Mom’s place is rapidly becoming the home of giant organisms. The seed she found in a seedless watermelon, and planted next to the porch in early July? The vine is now about 18 feet from end to end. Her name is Audrey, of course. There’s a “racehorse” skink on the back porch - the black sort, with blue stripes - about 12 inches long. I haven’t named him yet, but the brown skink that migrates from the porches to the living room is Leon. He’s at least 18 inches long. His name is a reference to the former heavyweight boxing champion, and the movie Airplane! The canary melon seeds Ma tossed out in the meadow last week? Two dozen have sprouted. The plants are all about 4 inches tall.

She’s downstream of the Savannah River Site, and I am starting to worry…