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Nava, have you looked at Betty Chu’s site?
Good morning!
taxi - VBob said the deputies *caught *the couple, not that they *were *the couple! 
Glad you had a good flight! Sorry about KT’s cousin. 
Sounds like a fun time, Bobbio!
I hope everyone had a wonderful Mother’s Day! I cooked the best fried chicken evah! I really don’t do fried chicken well, but this batch turned out great. Gonna be a bad precedent, I’m afraid.
Oh - and BTW - the frickin’ AC quit AGAIN about an hour ago. RAEG!!! Why the hell they can’t fix it so it stays fixed is beyond me. Grr.
Gotti - every day is NASCAR here in H-town! It’s nuts.
Today I am selling fleas and already have a sunburn because it’s too cold to sit in the shade of my tent. That is all.
We ordered pizza for Mother’s Day, and Mr. Lissar got me a watch and the latest Pratchett. A very good Mother’s Day.
Mr. Lissar’s going to the dojo tonight, so I get my first putting-Gnat-to-bed-while-baby-screams experience. Baby is unhappy between 7-9ish unless being walked. Will be a loud bedtime for Gnat.
This is what happens when you try to remain decaffinated on a Monday morning.
That and I thought Sticky was saying that the fleas got sunburned. :dubious:
Those rabbits are awesome, aren’t they Nava? And don’t you want a pair of socks from them?
Cool OP!!! And I actually got here on a Monday. That calls for several woohoos and a nap for my lunch hour.
taxi, are you calling me a flea? :dubious:
Which end of the rabbit are we looking at here???:D:D
I’m not sure whether that thing on Chu’s site is a wabbit or a skein…
Well apparently you’re selling sunburned fleas so I’m not sure what that makes you! 
I’m even more concerned about the people who are buying sunburned fleas.
A flea and a fly in a chimney flue
Didn’t know what to do
The flea said let’s fly
While the fly said let’s flee
So they flew through a flaw in the flue.
Well, apparently I spent Mothers Day incubating pneumonia. That’s what the doc said this morning.
I only have energy for Rosie’s sig.
Aw, {{Puggy}} - feel better quick!
I do not care about getting presents for Mother’s day or my b-day or Val’s day or any of that and my daughter knows it. But that didn’t stop her from giving me a bag of, um goodies 
yesterday. First, two necklaces of bright plastic beads - one in lime green and one in neon orange. Second, a sparkly neon pink unicorn key fob. Third, a purse in pink fabric with a pattern that includes hearts with crossbones - I can’t quite figure that out. Finally, three bars of really nice chocolate. Except for the chocolate, it all came from the clearance racks at Claire’s. She forced me to wear the green necklace when we went to my mom’s. She put the key fob on my key chain.
My daughter cracks me up!!
All of my sibs made it to Mom’s and there was much food and silliness. On the way there, daughter and I stopped at IKEA and got 2 night stands and a chest of drawers. She’s going to put them in her room and give me her night stands and dresser for the guest room. So that works.
Work was meh. Next week and the week after, I’ll have to work from 10-6 as part of an exercise - some sort of war game thing where I’ll be training one of the n00bs. The bad part is we’ve got to be there on Saturday, but that means I can either take next Monday off, or work it for credit hours that I can take later on. Haven’t decided yet - it depends on the weather.
Scruffy is bugging to be fed. **FCD **and I haven’t decided what we’re doing for supper. Probably Bad Chinese. Daughter has to run by the lawyer’s office to sign the papers and give him a check, then over to the school to take her final. So she won’t be here till later.
That’s all for now. Off to feed the zoo…
{{{Puggy}}} feel better soon.
taxi sorry to here about KeithT’s cousin.
Johnny you wanna be the MMP poet laureate? The position’s open.
Roast beast, field peas, baby carrots and smashed N.O.T. with gravy for dindin. Can’t wait! I’s hongry!
Not just Mother’s Day, but the entire. Freaking. Weekend.
My adventure in suckitude started in the wee hours Friday morning. I wound up taking a second duty call around 2:30 AM for a woman who was feeling sick. Yeah. Three other adults in the house, and two cars, so you call the ambulance for nausea. I got home around 5 AM, when I normally get up for the shower. I had maybe 5 hours of sleep that night.
My usual Firday routine is to stop at Sam’s club for stuff like dog food and cat litter. While I was there, there was a big display of cut flahrs by the entrance, so I grabbed a bouquet, and paid a lot more money than I was comfortable with for them. VWife was working at the book sale, so I thought I’d set them up on her desk for a pleasant surprise. Never happened. One of those damned puppies we have jumped the gate in the door and shredded them.
Friday evening was the first night of the Cottonfield County Rodeo, one of the biggest social events for area. My buddy Tollie and I signed up for the first-run ambulance, covering calls out in the county. We didn’t get any, which is a minor miracle; Friday night duties have been extremely busy since the first of the year.
The rodeo itself produced two minor injuries when I was there. One bull rider came out with a groin pull (no wonder they walk bow-legged), and one got hit in the mouth. I sort of laughed watching the haggard old woman EMT grab the crotch of the young guy to check out that pull…
The oddball event of the night was one of the deputies caught a couple bumping uglies out in the parking area. They were told to zip up and get a room. Brenda must have been feeling generous, because they weren’t cited for indecent exposure.
I caught a whole raft of shit from Tollie for falling asleep in the ambulance while we waited our turn in traffic leaving. Tough shit, dude, I’ve been up since 0230, remember?
After Saturday morning groceries, I napped a bit, puttered a little more, and went out to mow the yard.
Our yard is an acre, and it’s a major undertaking. While mowing the roadside ditch, my pager went off. A five year old was run over by a car in her yard. I thought to myself, “Self, be glad you’re not on that crew…” and went back to mowing. Pager went off again, and I couldn’t avoid this one, because the girl was going to be medivaced, and my fire department had landing zone duties. There was an approaching cold front, so it was windy and getting worse. The helicopter pilot had his hands full putting down in the high school’s football field, but he did it, and got away without a problem.
The girl was playing in the yard while family worked on a car. They had to move it, and didn’t know she was behind when they backed up. The girl caught a tire across her mid-section, and the crew was starting to lose her when the helicopter showed up. We still don’t know if she made it or not.
I got home, and went back to mowing. The wind was really blowing, and it was like the Dust Bowl because all the farmers were plowing. I had to stop with about 10 minutes of yard left because I couldn’t see or breathe. I took a shower, and the dust turned to mud in the tub.
Loki, our big male Boxer went nuts, so I looked outside the back door to see what was happening. Some guys were parking equipment in the field between the bed and breakfast, and us so I guessed that they were getting things placed to plant the field. Loki charged the door to get outside, followed by the others. I barely survived the dog stampede, and the pack went tearing off towards the guys and equipment. He was disappointed when I called them all back, because It Was Not Right For Strangers To Be In His Field. Obviously, my dog has an idea of property boundaries that are a bit bigger than mine…
We all ate our respective dinners, it got dark, and we were winding down. Round about 9 PM or so came the sound of diesel Armageddon. The same farmer had two huge tractors and a support truck with a seed bin behind to load the planters working the field. It took them about an hour and a half to plat the 30 acres surrounding me, and the whole time Loki especially went crazy. “It’s not right what they’re doing, Dad!”
Shut up, dog, I want to sleep. Before I laid down, I had a fishing rod that needed new line and setup. Yeah, exciting I know, but Gracie, a boxer we’re dog sitting for a Navy guy who is still involved in Haiti relief, was terrified of the rod. She’s a strange dog, because in the past she has also taken exception to me using yard tools.
Sunday morning came, and I went to services at St. Bluegills. Last week, I caught more fish out at the dam at the state park than I had ever caught since moving from Indiana. All were tossed back because I had no way to keep them. Well I solved that this week with a small rope I could put a chain on to lower it into the water from the bridge I was fishing from. I caught two more speckles (crappies as I learned them in Indiana) this week, along with a trio of little bluegills, and about a half dozen turtles. Grrr. Damned turtles would grab my hook and bait and hang on, then go for a ride as I would reel them in, letting go as the surfaced. Kind of funny, but annoying as hell, and worst of all they used up my bait.
So, I went home early. I decided to finish that 10 minutes of mowing. Just as I got it down to the last strip of uncut grass, there came a second crew rescue page for a 2-year-old girl that fell and was unresponsive. Off went the mower engine. Ran inside for my stuff, and ran back out to take the call.
We got to the scene, and grandma was holding the toddler, who was having a booger eating fit. She had fallen about 2 and a half feet to the floor, was momentarily stunned, got up, and vomited twice. Good indication of a concussion with that, but we could not find a soft spot to her skull, any spinal injury, or even swelling in her scalp to indicate where she made contact. Remember that bit of detail, because four rescue people looked her over and decided she was not critical.
Mom and grandma wanted her checked out, and we started to Suffolk. The little girl was feisty all right, and fought me every time I tried a blood pressure, taking a pulse, looking in her eyes, or anything. I called the hospital with a patient report, and was told to divert to the trauma unit at Norfolk General. On top of that, we were told to do a spinal package on her.
Jeebus. When the call went out, we had the helicopter on standby, and made the decision that it was not necessary. We stopped alongside the road and dug out backboard, headblocks, and the whole nine yards, and packaged the little girl. She did not appreciate it at all, and went from fussy, grumpy, and uncooperative to screaming hellcat. If she really did have a spinal injury, she was hosed, because she twisted, squirmed, and fought every time. Norfolk General was a half hour further on.
David, my partner, was unfamiliar with the area, and got lost. We traded roles because the hospital is across the river from where I work, so I drove while he took care of her. One of the last things before switching, I tried to give Norfolk Gen my patient report, and they diverted up to Children’s Hospital of the King’s Daughters. Since the hospitals are side-by-side, it was not as bad as Obici sending us on, but that was the second diversion, and there’s a theoretical window of an hour to get a trauma patient to an ER. If she had flown as originally planned for, she’d be where we were taking her now. All of this commotion for a garden variety bump to the head.
The CHKD charge nurse was furious, too, not at us, but for the multiple diversions.
We cleared, and went home. I showed David the easy way to get to Norfolk Gen and CHKD on the way out.
We were just about to make the last turn to get to the station and a quarter mile away when my cell phone rang. I recognized VWife’s voice, and she was hysterical. Oh. Shit. When she’s like that, something has happened, and most likely involves the menagerie somehow. I started to question her, and managed to get out of her the intelligible phrases “dog fight”, “bit me”, and “I’m hurt”. I told her we were on the way, and lit up the lights.
I called Heavy-thumbed Harry and told him we were en route to my address for a woman with reported dog bites. He was indignant with me because I got the call to my cell phone, and I didn’t give him much info. Well, I didn’t have much myself. Screw him.
It’s a very weird feeling to roll up to your own house in an ambulance on business. I told David to wait outside while I made sure everything was OK. Basic scene safety, but this part is usually for the deputies to do. My dogs are involved, so I did it.
Loki was out, as was Blizzard the pup. VWife told me Loki bit her, and I guessed the story right there. I tried to get him in a crate, but he wouldn’t go, so I got him in the bedroom instead. Blizz would not be a problem except for getting in the way. I called David in, and Zach the junior was also there.
The story: Gracie the sittee and Freya our regular female don’t get along. Freya was in a crate so Gracie could go outside to do her business, and they started fighting through the crate wall. Loki is a bit high strung, and will defend us and Freya, so he went after Gracie. VWife broke it up, and was getting Loki into a crate when the girls went at it again. VWife had Loki by the collar, and he wanted to help Freya, so he started biting VWife. He got both hands and lower arms, with her right bad enough to require stitches. She wasn’t bleeding heavily, which was a great concern.
Damn, she needs to go to the ER, and that’s a problem. We could take her in the ambulance, but then I’d have to stay with her, and we’d be stranded in Suffolk. I thought about Zach driving our van behind the ambulance, but that’s tying people up unnecessarily. So I sent David and the ambulance back to the station, making this a patient refusal, and I took her in The Family Truckster. In addition, the same deputy that found the lovebirds at the rodeo showed up for the dog bite report. I got her to tell the story, and it momentarily had VWife’s tears switch from pain and shock to laughter.
We got home around 7 PM, about 7 hours after the bites, sporting three stitches, about a half dozen butterflies on the punctures not sewn, and a big bottle of antibiotics. She’s out of commission for about a week, because she can’t drive, sew, crochet or just about anything she does.
I think when Father’s Day comes around, I’m gonna stay in bed.
Dang, BBBobbio! That’s too much excitement for one weekend. Did it at least give VWife an appreciation for what you do?
Bad Chinese was bad as usual. I helped Daughter take the computer armoir downstairs for her junk. As she assembles and fills the new furniture, she’ll give me her old pieces to put in the guest bedroom. I’m trying to figure out if the dresser will work with the mirror - I fear it won’t because of the space between the corner and the window. We shall see.
I’ve finished the colorful part of my afghan squares and I’m starting to edge them in black. I shall assume the crochet position shortly.
Mark your calendars - Apr 25 will mark my daughter’s return to singledom… yay!
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Never mind. I’ll just stay quiet…
Whoa, Bobbio, so sorry about your weekend. Hope VWife is better very soon. The fact that you still managed to post this thread + 2 OPs (because really, both the rodeo and the EMT’ing each count) is amazing.
Rodeo looks like fun, BTW.
Oh, my, Puggy; so sorry. Feel better very quickly!
::Seconds the nomination of Johnny as the MMP’s poet laureate.::
Sorry about KT’s cousin, taxi.
Long day, with lots of dumb stuff. At least not too many dumb people. 
Still tired from weekend; blew off mowing. It’s supposed to rain the next couple of days, then I’ll get out and mow again, I suppose. Really need to work on the white clover invasion/reduction of lawn.
Off to bed early, I think.
GT
Well, ok rigs but one does not usually :eek: without a reason.
BBBobbio just, ummm… daaaaaayummm! What a weekend. Hope vwife is ok.
I had Vestry meeting tonight. I got to point out that there is no such thing as a finance committee bein’ as we, the Vestry, are the finance committee. I also had to explain that we could not appoint a committee as it would violate church by-laws and Diocesan Canon. It would violate church by-laws because according to the by-laws, the appointment of the committee would result in a change in the by-laws which must be done by a two-thirds vote of members present at the annual Parish meeting or a special called meeting. It would violate Diocesan Canon because it would violate church by-laws.
Apparently I am the only person on the Vestry to actually, you know, read the by-laws. Ummm… that and Diocesan Canon are those things by which we operate as a Vestry.
Ok, that’s my excitement for the day.