French drain, so as to kill any weeds it comes into contact with.
If I was classless like some people here, I’d make some snarky comment about getting laid, but I’m not so I won’t. 
We supped at Salsa’s. Now we’re home. Chillage shall ensue, and I hope I can crash early tonight. Daughter et al got home around 3, so Cozmo was crated less than 2 hours. All in all, a pretty good day.
Cleaning,dusting, vacuuming, trash and recycling out, I had to go out for trash bags and cat food. Then I had to cuddle Spot for a couple hours, because he did not like being alone for 45 minutes.
Me: < makes (Aldi lunchmeat)turkey and cheese sandwich >
Spot: “I, TOO ENJOY COMPRESSED ROUNDBIRD!”
Time for a Wisconsin Old Fashioned, and to put the pig in.
I am in envy of your shelves.
Blessed are the cheesemakers - The Sermon On The Mount
I had a priest once work a Charles Schultz quote into a homily.
What do you think he and OYKW do with that fainting couch? 
Yowza y’all are chatty. I’ve read all, and absorbed some. Hugs, condolences and congrats in turn.
Flyboy: good to have a clean kill on your drain problem and to learn it isn’t a sign of widespread drain line deterioration…$3K can be a mere downpayment on that replacement job were it necessary.
As to me …
On Sat the Elmo-themed 3yo birthday party was an adorable, if raucous, success. I got to meet 2 of the soon-to-be 3 new fosters. Another pair is waiting in the wings, to make an appearance in a couple weeks maybe. Lotta “maybe” in foster kids’ lives. We had daughter’s 5 kids du jour, plus a few guest kids and mommies.
Meanwhile four of the kidlets from our last holiday gathering (Easter?) have since moved on to “reunification” with some randomly selected semi-willing relative of dubious qualification for child-rearing. But better than their bio-parents who were manifestly unqualified to have kids. The revolving door of family crises in our county continues to spin like a windmill in a hurricane.
I’m on-call Sun-Fri. Late on Sat night after I’m asleep my phone makes the loud “Congrats, you’re going to work tomorrow and it isn’t overtime” noise. Oh bother.
Up at 5am, out at 6, and off to beautiful downtown Houston, where the heat is hotter, the bugs larger, and the humidity thicker than anything Miami can dish out. Everthang’s bigger 'n Tayxas!! Worse too, but that’s a rant for another thread.
At least we’re staying downtown and got there by 11 am local. Found a nearby food truck gathering so FO & I wandered a mile or so down the street to get whatever was to be had. We had several trucks to pick from although we abjured the CBD and THC truck. America be gettin’ weird.
I ended up with a shawarma-spiced lamb kebab in a gyro-like pita bread with some French fries tucked inside and an odd orange sauce that was like a spicy tzatziki. And a heaping pile of made-from scratch hummus I watched him prepare. All made by a happy Jamaican man with dreadlocks living in Texas. Whole lotta mixed cuisines & cultures going on here. Yaay!
FO had something from another truck called birria tacos which was sort of like a French Dip sandwich but served in flour tortillas and the au jus was spicy and full of floating veggies. The dipping sauce was almost a rich beef, vegetable, & peppers soup. Messy, delicious, & comes with a spoon to finish eating the sauce.
A third truck provided real milkshakes made from real ice cream. I should not have eaten that but it was good in the hot sun.
So we sat under a big tree in the grassy parkway next to a sidewalk and ate our feast, then waddled the mile home in the 95F/34C sticky heat. A fine and memorable repast that was huge enough to serve as today’s dinner too. Next came a brisk walk around the nearby thronged indoor fancy mall to cool off and work off some lunch. Back to the room a nap was mandatory. More due to overstuffed belly than need for sleep. Far too many carbs; I was afraid to pull a blood sample; might’ve broken my meter .
It’s been thunderbooming while I was sleeping and now as I’m Doping. Nothing major, just some rain & noise.
Bedtime is about a half-hour from now, 7pm local. Tomorrow we arise at 3am to leave the hotel at 4 to fly two hops ending in JFK in late afternoon. Then it’ll be time for overpriced but quite nice dinner and another early bedtime before another early rise then zip down to the Caribbean and back to JFK again on Tue. A final stupid early get-up on Wed will take us home to MIA.
I’d write great sermons. I am a reverend of the ULC…
I’ll bet you do weddings!!
The closest I can come is that I was in the last class of altar boys that learned the Latin Mass responses. The next group learned them in English due to the implementation of Vatican II.
Since then, the Church of Rome and I have parted ways. It was not a peaceful parting…
Spot is really good at making his likes and dislikes known. It’s a good thing that doggio speaks cat
I haven’t performed weddings (though I could). Because I was a psychotherapist for clients who had cancer and other serious illnesses, we talked a lot about their religious and existential beliefs. I read a lot and completed continuing education credits on this, but wanted a credential, should I ever be accused of working out of my scope of practice. While applying to be a ULC rev is akin to sending in 10 box tops to get your secret decoder ring, it added legitimacy to my discussions of beliefs with my clients, and I knew if there was a lawsuit, ULC would back me. (You and my lovely wife and ULC are the only people who know I’m a reverend. I’ve never had cause to announce it to anyone else.)
Evening all. Nappage did occur, and then tunder-boomers moved in along with a little rain, so glad I did my outdoors stuff early. Quiet so far on the fireworks front, usually starts up around 9pm here but maybe the rain will keep the numbers down…we’ll see.
Well, now all us Mumpers know it too, Rev…don’t worry, we won’t blab. Much. 
Pilot, sounds like a busy week. I follow a U-tube channel called 74Gear done by a 747 pilot, been learning a little bit about what pilots go through from him (and other aviation stuff). Hope the alarm/wake-up calls all work.
OK, getting near 8pm and there are still things to be done. Take care all and I’ll catch you on the next MMP.
Yeah, I shoulda said “youse.”
This reminds me, I am taking NF to the dispensary next week. She wants to find something for her husband’s back pain and her sleep issues. While I’m going to hand her over to my fav budista, is there any advice you can share? They don’t want to smoke, they are thinking about edibles but have heard about tinctures and are wondering how that works.
I just smoke da bud and am pretty clueless about the rest of it.
It’s was over 110 today and the birds looked so hot that I filled their bath with ice cubes. It was so much fun, one bird took a drink and then told a friend who also took a drink. then they told everyone and there were at least 10 sparrows splashing around. Now a thrasher is cooling down. It looks like ice cubes in the bird bath will happen until it cools down again, they just love it.
I hope that’s all that it is, but I’m glad you are following up with your PCP.
Gormless George’s fuzzy ball is still in the paper bag which surprises me. Usually VBC will knock the bag over so she can see what is inside it.
I think I know where we’re having dinner next week.
Join us Fridays & Saturdays from 4pm-9pm for our All You Can Eat extravaganza! Indulge in a selection of crab, shrimp, salmon, Prime Rib, other seafood and non-seafood options. Don’t forget to visit our salad bar and dessert bar for additional delights.
All you can eat, for $27.95 at a local casino. I can fill up on dead animals and not have any carbs!
Absolutely, but I’m too wiped out tonight. Remind me tomorrow (my day off) and I can PM you all kinds of info and advice.
I know this sounds macabre, but med patients in pain or having other medical issues were some of my favorite customers, partially because I knew I was helping someone, and also because they present something of a challenge, a puzzle, as opposed to the usual “I wanna get as high as possible for as cheap as possible” crowd. (Not that there’s anything wrong with that goal! It was just such an easy punt, work wise.)
Speaking of work … holy 
this was not a good day. I knew it wouldn’t be a typical semi-quiet Sunday, bein’ a holiday weekend and all. I was expecting to be very busy; I wasn’t expecting us to be short two people.
A couple of our crew who DID show up are very new & inexperienced. They’re still learning … but y’all have NO idea just how very many ways there are to fuck up an order, and I think we (“we”) found every single way tonight.
So many re-makes.
If ONE more customer looked at the giant line waiting in the lobby to order because they all got impatient with the drive-thru line and thought we magically had all these extra employees just twiddlin’ their thumbs inside, and said, “Hyuk! You guys busy today or something?” I was gonna … I was gonna … well, I dunno what. Probably run back to the fryers to bag up the three simultaneous orders I already had going, that were about to burn & have to be remade.
In a rare moment of pre-work adulting, I changed the sheets on my bed. Been waking up all sweaty from the humidity lately. Seriously debated the wisdom of doing so (it ain’t gettin’ less hot right now) but decided a long shower, washing my hair, and slipping into (very temporarily) clean sheets might be a luxurious feeling worth the absolute hassle.
(Much like just showering in Ye Olden Tymes, when a simple shower meant schlepping buckets of water from the well, collecting firewood, heating the water in a cauldron, laboriously pouring it into an elevated receptacle … just for a few moments of glorious hot water pouring over you.)
Now I have a frozen stuffed chick boobie in the oven (don’t judge!) and might, might decide to shove some whomp croissants in there at the last coupla minutes as well. But this way, dinner cooks while I have one helluva well-deserved shower.
Which would be much better than those tasteless pieces of dried paste usually used.
Hehehehe.
We’ve been noshing on the cherry tomatoes, but now it’s too hot for them to bloom so we probably need to start rationing them.
I’ll bet you could get some little cutters for that. Amazon has verything.
OK, so much for that idea! It’s so good that you are smarter than the average bear!
It’s too diluted to kill weeds. I know this because I used to dump the litter boxes and fill them with water and a couple of glugs of bleach, then pour the cat pee bleach water on the weeds to kill them. Wanna know what I ended up with? Clean healthy weeds, that’s what. Diluted bleach won’t kill weeds, but diluted urea is a common ingredient in fertilizer.
Poor kitty suffers so!
I took H69 to the next town over yesterday and traffic was nucking futz. RV’s and toy haulers all over the place and everyone was in a big hurry. I went back today and traffic was better, but the junction was crawling with out of towners looking for food. I have no doubt that you are beat, and it probably won’t let up until Wednesday.
I was bitching about the heat to a friend who told me that she ordered some bra inserts from Amazon that she could put in the freezer so her boobs didn’t sweat while she was wearing a bra. I considered looking for them so I could show you an example, but that would mean deactivating my child safety stuff and I always end up getting shocked in a not good way when I do that.
When I was in eighth grade, and received the sacrament for the first time at my confirmation, my first thought was “This tastes like Elmer’s Glue” Don’t ask how I knew that!
In the congregation I now belong to we use regular white bread baked by volunteers. It is much better.
There was a stand-up bit from years ago; I remember him saying something like, “Can we get some sour cream God? Maybe a lil’ salsa to dip God into?”
Circles, heck, you can get hearts, and (swamp)bears, and about any other shape your heart or bear desires.
So THAT’S how the dispo growers are doing it. 
Add in “sunburnt like a half-boiled lobster,” “drunk,” “hangry” and/or “blowing enough diesel/tobacco/cannabis fumes to smog out our entire kitchen” and you’ve got most of our customers.
Nobody: "shoe why do you do this job?
Shoe: { twitch } It relaxes me.
No, really. After nine years in a thankless mostly-IT job (in which I was the rare female … guess how thay went?) this is still calmer.
Even during a weekend rush while babysitting new hires while running three positions at once AND not snapping at the one girl who’s sweet and mostly quite capable but has her … mental developmental drawbacks sometimes and wants to tell me something “funny” she already said four times in the past half hour.
Okay, that’s enough venting. Food will be consumed shortly - some has already been ingested, so I look forward 
to more GI “fun” while my lower innards re-acquant themselves with the concept of daily food intake.
Also, popsicles. I haven’t decided which one imma bust into first, but the strawberry Skittles are strong contenders.
Update: I decided to bust into the piña colada flavor popsicle, alternated with little sips of Bacardi rum, while … oh, yes … listening to (Escape) The Piña Colada song.
All my life needs at this moment is one of those little paper umbrellas. And perhaps a handsome shirtless guy handing me something cold with a shitload of rum & a brightly colored paper umbrella in it.
Up, caffeinated, and sheveled. Off to heave.
He sneezed on my elbow, he was so distraught.