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shoe, heartiest congrats on the job offer. Getting a new job at any time is celebration-worthy. Getting a new job after moving to a new place means fireworks and streamers!

But getting a new job, after moving to a new place, and while all this quarantine crap is falling all around us, egad, you’re a freakin’ miracle worker!

Virtual champagne to everyone at SDMB!
Bekkers, ever had a sleep study? I have no doubt sleep disturbances can screw with your glucose control. But unless you snore loud enough to make Big-Toe complain, a sleep study may show small difficulties without offering solutions.

And it is one gigantic pain in the ass. You are instructed to sleep on a bed of nails, with your head wired up to more gizmos than a shuttle launch, and there are cameras on you, all night. Should you need to go pee, you have to summon the techniciam to unhook you from your tether.

A sleep study is most likely considered to be elective, so there cannot be one in your near future. So think about it, and decide if you really want one done.
~VOW

Surprise coffee delivery. I’d forgotten I’d ordered some more coffee six days ago. FedEx just delivered eight pounds of Dark Roast and eight pounds of Café Special.

With the 30% discount and free shipping, it came to $81.85, or $5.12 per pound. And it’s great coffee. :slight_smile:

Just finished scalping FCD… well, giving him a buzz cut, anyway. I did it for him before his last surgery because it made his life easier during recovery. And because of the hair on the kitchen floor, I also ran the vacuum in the kitchen, dining room, and living room.

After all that productivity, I’m going back to Acorn TV - I’m watching a documentary series on the English Monarchy. Man, thems were some brutal folks, and the women were as devious as the men sometimes! I’m about to watch the episode on Henry VIII, which I know something about thanks to the series The Tudors.

I’ve decided for supper, I’m going to make a pork pot pie of sorts, with cornbread as the crust. From a Jiffy mix - don’t judge! :stuck_out_tongue: I’ve got time enough to watch one more episode before starting to debone a few ribs.

Shopping is complete, got hamburger buns, lettuce, tomatoes, bananas, milk and the New York Times. Dishes are washing and I put in a pellet that supposed to clean the dishwasher’s insides…we’ll see.

flyboy, that’s a lot of coffee (says the man with 16 12-packs of Pepsi). Enjoy.

Howdy Y’all! I made my foray to :eek: Wally Jr. :eek: this mornin’. Outside of that major sloth has ensued. OK, I did make up a beastloaf for tomorrow’s N.O.L. No matter what, Sunday’s big meal must be N.O.L. That is due to a lifetime of conditionin’ on both our parts.

MOOOOOOM appropriate/inappropriate appendages crossed re daughter’s potential job.

[color=red]Red will we need to get out the soap? :smiley:

Here’s how you play Egyptian Rat Screw. It’s the best card game I know- not super complex, but it gets really competitive and intense.

The object of the game is to get the whole deck.
You start by dealing out all the cards. Each player holds them in a stack and doesn’t look at them.

Player 1 starts by putting one card face up in the middle. Player 2 does the same, and you keep going around the group until someone puts a face card down.

Once that happens, the next player has a certain number of chances- 1 for a Jack, 2 for a Queen, 3 for a King, 4 for an Ace. If they don’t put a face card down, the previous player gets the whole stack. There are more face cards than you would think, though, so the stack can end up getting pretty tall and rich.

Now the catch is, if anyone puts down a double/match- e.g. a five on top of a five, the first person to slap the deck gets the whole thing. This can get violent, so take your heavy rings off before you play.

If you run out of cards, you’re out, but you can slap back in if you see a double and then you’re back in play.

That’s the basics. You can complicate things/ramp them up by adding other slapping options. Like “sandwiches” where there’s a match with a non-matching card in between and “marriages” where someone puts a queen on top of a king or vice versa.

I learned this around sixth grade and it was definitely all the rage among my friends. We called it Egyptian Rat Tail if we were among sensitive adults, but I had kind of forgotten all about it until I Googled the rules to Go Fish and there was a link on the bottom of the page. I have no idea why it’s called that, but it turns out, it’s still a lot of fun.

Happy Saturday!

It has warmed up to 45 degrees outside. It was a friggin’ 32 degrees this morning. Windy too. The playdate was a short one. Lily’s mom blamed it on Lily because she wouldn’t stop digging, but the truth is, we were cold.
I don’t care if Lily digs, my backyard needs a lot of irk and filling in a few holes is not going to be an issue. She may be doing me a favor because I’m thinking about planting something at one of Lily’s dig spots.

Ripple and Echo got into a huge fight after Lily left. Woke up my son and him charging out to see what was going on. I let them fight it out as it was mostly just a lot of noise, and they knocked the recycle box over.

I got my stimulus check today. Kind of surprising because I know people who didn’t get theirs for 7-8 days after they were (supposedly) mailed.

I got the turkey baked, didn’t do anything with the sausage, so that needs to be done today. My son, in another piss me off moment, didn’t tell me the cheese had gone moldy. There’s part of another bag in the fridge that I can use for the sausage casserole, but I’ll need to get some more cheese when he gets around to making tacos for himself. Might be a while, he says he is tired of them. He has pizzas, hungry man dinners, white castle cheeseburgers, hot dogs, ground beef for hamburgers, frozen manicotti, and the sausage casserole - so it should be a while before he needs cheese for tacos.

I won’t be going to the armpit for Mother’s Day, but my mother wants us to come next weekend for our birthdays. I’m thinking about it, don’t really want to because I hate the drive, and the noise when I get there.

Thanks for the info Red. I optimized my phone and checked for any apps that might be running in the background. It went from 100% to 87% percent last, which is better than dying on me, but still seems like a lot when I’m not using it.
You are so lucky things are opening up for you.
Of course golf courses make money and dog parks don’t, because I really don’t see much difference. The park is big enough for people to spread out, the big dog side is about an acre and the small dog side is about 2/3s of an acre. Unless it’s one of the days where 50+ dogs show up, even then people are pretty spread out, there is plenty of room for social distancing.
The sad thing is, right around the time the park should be opening is when Echo will be going into heat again. I can’t get her spayed because the vet is only open for emergencies. I’m hoping they will open and I can get her spayed two weeks before the park reopens.

I saw somebody standing on my porch. I got up to investigate and found a vase of flowers.
I was able to stop the delivery guy in time, they belong to the woman two doors up. Whoever is sending her flowers needs to learn her address and stop sending them to me.
The delivery guy apologized and said he was sorry they were not for me. I said it’s okay, they’d just make me sneeze.

My rib casserole invention is in the oven. I mixed rib meat with onions, mushrooms, a can of diced 'maters, some mixed veggies, and a big squirt of BBQ sauce, topped with cornbread batter. Kind of a redneck shepherd’s pie - Pig sty pie? :eek:

Only must-do for tomorrow is to dig up some iris for my mom. I think I already ran the lap robes thru a rinse cycle, but if not, they’ll be done tomorrow. And I’ll call Mom and find out if we can bring anything for Moanday’s dinner. Otherwise, it’ll be a dull day, methinks.

I did something really dumb. I wanted to go for a long walk early-ish this morning while it was still cool, but I got a call from Old Flame #2, so I started later than planned and–here’s the really dumb part–forgot to put on sunscreen or a hat. I’m hoping this doesn’t send me into a flare. I don’t burn easily, but my warning sign is get red blotchy skin due to leaky blood vessels from the lupus. Oh, the even dumber part is that I did 6 miles. Once I set a goal, I have a hard time giving it up.

It’s 81º here and NOS. Why are we getting summer while other parts of the country are getting rain and snow?

Moooom, fingers are crossed her for your daughter.
shoe, congrats on the job! I’m humming “Happy Days are Here Again” in your honor.

VOW, my sleep study experience wasn’t bad, and I learned a lot. I mean, yes, the electrodes are kind of weird, but I fell right asleep. (I’d made sure to tire myself out.) It turned out I didn’t have restless leg syndrome but nocturnal myoclonia, so they changed my med. Also, I go through fewer sleep cycles per night but each phase is very long. Oh, and no snoring. :slight_smile:
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MetalMouse**, I’d really like to see that funny walk.

Whenever I read this thread, I always get cravings for whatever you folks are having–often stuff I don’t have the ingredients for. Today it’s Butters’ “bacon and mater” sandwich.

Pig sty pie was meh, so I don’t think I’ll be making it again.

Dishes are washing. Shortly, I’ll build the french toast casserole for tomorrow’s breakfast. Other than that, max chillage shall ensue.

Awww Mom, I was hoping that ‘pig sty pie’ was good. Bummer.

nellie, here’s hopin’ you don’t blotch up.

flyboy Community club is outstanding coffee. I like their breakfast blend.

It was a busy week for me, hence the low participation.

My daughter was able to open her salon on Monday. She has been booked solid for 10 hours a day all week. Her clients are staying with her. Everyone wears a mask and only one client at a time. She said that last Saturday, her bank account had sunk to $205.00. I am glad she weathered the storm

I took the MG out to do errands today. I saw a British Racing Green MG TD at a convenience store/gas station on the way out. When I got to the Dollar Store, there was a red, '70-'72 MGB pulling out.

As it turned out, the supermarket, Rite-Aid (both 4 or 5 miles away), and the corner market (⅔ mile from the house) were out of margarita mix. I came home to drop off the gas can I had filled, took the hood (stow-away top) off and put it in the boot (trunk), and then Mrs. L.A. and I went in search of the mix. At the beach, a large family was preparing to walk up the hill. A young girl said, ‘Now, that’s riding in style!’ :slight_smile:

We drove to the other supermarket four miles away, but they were out of margarita mix too; so we drove 10 miles to Lynden (Oh, smell that dairy air!). Safeway had the stuff.

I’ll cook some salmon and asparagus on the barbie for dinner.

Well, my Instacart order was fine today (one brand substitution, which happens occasionally in normal times), and I got the gallon jug of disinfectant viricidal cleaner concentrate! I’ll get 32 gallons of disinfection out of that when I mix it to correct strength, and I do own several spray bottles (purchased from the Jungle for home-mix cleaning stuff around the time emergency supply stockup started being a worry). Not QUITE as convenient as a spray can of Lysol, but easier to obtain, which is more important. Janitorial supply places can be very useful :).

No sign of maintenance to fix my bathroom ceiling today, but we can cope with it until Monday. The maintenance guys need some time off on occasion too :), and I can understand wanting to give it another couple days of drying time.

Annoying swollen area on one toe. I’ve confirmed it’s not an ingrown toenail, so best guess at this point is some tiny object poked in there and the wound is now slightly infected. I’m someone who’s barefoot most of the time at home, so these things can happen. Might try pilfering a lancet from DH and attempting drainage if it keeps bothering me.

When I moved into town last September to become a full-time college student, I had to leave my pet cat behind with a friend, who agreed to care for her for the ~2 year period I expected to be staying here (my new landlord didn’t allow pets).

Last week my friend’s circumstances changed and he reported he would no longer be able to care for my cat, so I wrote a letter to my landlord asking for special consideration. I also offered to pay an additional pet deposit.

My landlord replied that I have very convincing writing skills (he’s a former English teacher) and agreed to let me bring my cat in, no extra deposit required. He asked only that I try to keep it a secret from the other tenants in the building (he would feel pressured to let everyone have pets if they found out). I’m very grateful.

So next week I get to reunite with my cat after a 5-month absence. I saw her last Christmas but I haven’t gone back since due to the ongoing pandemic and travel restrictions. Looking forward to it.

Right now, 7:07 PM CDT the above link show something cool, a local falcon cam showing a parent feeding it’s four chick.

Big Wrek is making a Sam’s run tomorrow.

My list:
Wondra
Magic erasers
Yeast

See a pattern?
All inspired because of **~VOW **,

I love this place (:))

Wild-caught salmon + asparagus + olive oil + kosher salt + fire = dinner.

Yum.

(Oh, and margaritas. :wink: )

So I hit the sto today for something, first full day of Phase 1. Lots of people, but more facemasks. But light on chicken and pig.

mmmmmmm…coffee…

Seen at my Harris Teeter:
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[li]54 Pontiac[/li][li]mid 50’s Packard[/li][li]light blue pre-1973 MGB[/li][li]red Triumph TR-6(my dream car)[/li][/ul]

Yay for getting your cat back!:slight_smile:

: squirts aloe at nellie : Hope you didn’t burn too much.