Four days for me. 
Well, it was… 
Peaches come from a can. They were put there by a man in a factory downtown.
Nurse Spousal Unit is too tired after a week of visiting patients, a long drive (both ways) to a three-day seminar over last weekend, and another week of visiting patients. ‘I feel like I’ve been working for two weeks,’ she said. We were going to go out for Greek food tonight, but she’s too tired. She says it’s too hot for me to cook. She ordered a pizza and salad for us.
So like garlic and shallots and stuff? He says hoping for a big tomato harvest this year.
Yes 
I like to simmer the tomatoes with good olive oil to add a little extra flavor, but basically, you make your tomato sauce how you want it.
That’s the sweetest thing anyone has said to me for a very long time! Mom lives in Boise, that’s the only reason I would ever consider going there.
Yay on the good numbers bumba.
The apartment is cleaneded up, groceries are bought and supper is et.
I washed Nelson’s toys with the sheets and towels this morning (hot water and bleach) so’s any bacteria that may have been on them would be greatly reduced and not reinfect his gums. When Rocky (his emotional support raccoon) came out of the dryer, he got all excited and immediately took him. I also washed his car bed and his studio bed for the same reasons. He was beginning to get back to his usual self this afternoon when he killed* one of his rope toys.
*He tends to shake any long toy like he would a rat to kill it. Blame it on his terrier ancestry.
Yes, current location is open when I arrive, I have a key to the office. ID badge opened doors at the previous division and at headquarters so I had it inactivated today. I’ve only been using it to swipe in on the time clock. However, we also have Executime software so I’m signing in on that now.
based on Rachel Maddow’s book, Blowout, I’m going to guess Exxon-Mobil. (I know you didn’t want us to guess and I know you won’t say; I’m just reading this book right now and incredulous at the actions of the oil & gas industry)
Very 
what about umpiring softball or baseball?
Bumba quite a full day. I bet dinner was delicious and really hit the spot after all that activity. I’m sure you slept well.
They can call those plants firecrackers all they’re good for but I have news for them, THESE are firecrackers: https://www.amazon.com/Monarda-Balm-Flower-Seeds-Perennial/dp/B00GVH91CO/ref=asc_df_B00GVH91CO/?tag=hyprod-20&linkCode=df0&hvadid=642134413834&hvpos=&hvnetw=g&hvrand=12575681961002635537&hvpone=&hvptwo=&hvqmt=&hvdev=c&hvdvcmdl=&hvlocint=&hvlocphy=9016866&hvtargid=pla-1952441906769&psc=1&gclid=CjwKCAjwscGjBhAXEiwAswQqNI3YWIHVuOpdA6vJIXpwl9ywHhw0W6shfCDhFeyVzeFFV8gLzs0smxoCAX8QAvD_BwE
Anything for you, my dear. Good luck w Mom. I know this has a bunch of stress in it.
Given some of what you’ve told us of this critter, I’d sooner believe he likes the sensation of his small brain rattling around inside his large skull. Like a rattle-can of spraypaint: shake until the ball moves freely. 
Had my ham & cheddar sandwich on a half bread/half lettuce wrap. And a pile of blackberries. A fine if simple dinner.
Next up is some Colombian whole wheat crackers with TJ’s Stilton. I’d enjoy a nice Scotch with that, but need to go to sleep soon and will sleep better without. Le Sigh.
We decided we should do sump’n for Memorial Day, so JDD and Partner and the wives are comin’ over to hang at the cee-mint pond. We’ll grill burgers and eat 'em along with N.O.T. sallit, and corn on the cob. Well, I won’t eat corn on the cob, I will cut the corn off the cob. I do not like to bite into stuff like that. I even have to slice apple before I can eat it. It’s a weird texture thing for me. Oh and we’ll have cheesecake with fresh macerated strawberries. Plus beerverages and stuff like chips ‘n dip to munch on whilst loungin’ at the cee-mint pond.
Pilot have a safe flight to N’awlins. Too bad you can’t have some fun whilst there.
red glad Nelson is gettin’ back to his usual self.
Tomato sauce comes from a jar and tomato paste comes from a can. I am far too slothful to believe they come any other way.
Hello all! Finally, I’m learning how to breath again. It’s been an incredibly busy few days. Both kids are now finished with school and, unless things go really, really badly, I now have a 9th grader (that one is a given) and a senior (hopefully). There’s been a lot of driving back and forth to schools, getting CtE to theirs, BtY to his, picking CtE up either from school (if I was going to be in the area anyway) or the bus stop and, finally, picking up BtY from school. I am SO looking forward to not have to get up or be out of the house to shuttle the kids around.
I did manage to get up to MFN and get my gummies, which are doing wonders for my back pain. Things have gotten busier for him so I’m hoping that we’ll be able to get together like we’d talked about one day next week. Partly because he told me he would switch out the PITA right turn signal bulb in the van for me. The quick clicking is driving me nuts, and I’m not sure if I’ll have the time or the back to get into everything that I need to to switch it out.
The kids and I have a tradition where, after the last day of school, we go to our local Sonic and get shakes. We’ve been doing this for at least 6 years if not longer. And this is a place we’ve been going to since BtY was around 4, so everyone knows us there fairly well. One of the guys asked CtE when they would start working there with them. I’m kinda hoping that they will - partly because I think it will be good for them and partly because they have a $70 game that they’d be able to pay for themself. But it was a nice day for shakes and (later) sitting outside on the porch to relax.
BtY has discovered my Porch Chair. It’s a camp chair, which isn’t the best but at least is comfortable enough most of the time. It could be the impetus I need to go get the table and chairs from Ollie’s sooner rather than later. It would also be nice to eat on the porch every once in awhile.
I’m thinking about buying plants for the porch, but I’m not completely sure. 1) I have a black thumb - I’ve killed cacti. 2) I’m not sure which would be the best ones for staying outside like that, 3) Hi Opal, 4) I have a tendency to overdo and I worry that once I start buying plants, I won’t be able to stop. Kroger has some Boston Ferns on sale for $12 that I may decide to pick up. I’m also thinking the possibility of having a container garden but that’s failed every other time I’ve tried it.
No big plans for the weekend. We were hoping that my best friend would have been able to come up for a board game long weekend, but she had a family emergency happy. So instead, it will be the excitement of cleaning, recycling, dropping stuff off at Goodwill, and (hopefully) a fair amount of reading. I’m looking forward to June 1, because that’s when our public library is starting Summer Reading. I always end up with a LOT of points because I read a lot. And I’ll admit to a bit of chomping at the bit to log some of the reading I’ve already done. But I just have to wait until next Thursday. And nothing says I can’t read until then, right?
Sari, I’m in puppy cuteness overload! So adorable!
Thank you both so much! I should have expected it from them because they make no secret that the love having me at the school, but I really wasn’t thinking anything like that would even be possible.
That sounds like a wonderful use of your time, Boo. I should probably look into something like that myself - though I do have my two hours a week where I’m helping with storytime. But like… well, most if not all of us… I have a love of words and a love of sharing those words. That’s probably part of why I help with storytime. But having older students would be an interesting opportunity.
That sounds wonderful! I love the idea of the rainbow heart stickers. I need to see if we’re even having one this year. Now that the school year is done and things are calming down a little, I should look into some of the events that I’d like to attend.
The campus is really beautiful. It was very much a Methodist-affiliated school when I was there in the early 90s, but that was more in what we were and weren’t allowed to do. I loved just walking around the campus. Whenever you do make it down, you’ll have to let me know what you think!
Cat Glove, pharmacy mix-ups are the worst, especially when you’re in serious need of the medication. I’m glad that, in the end, you were able to get the patches but you shouldn’t have had to deal with that frustration.
That sounds like exactly the type of place I need. I get tired of food very quickly, so buffets and things like that are much better for me. I’ll have to see if there’s anything like that around here.
Nope, I expect that he wants Mom dead and will become a Pepsi dealer. 
(I’ve got some weird allergy to Pepsi that, when I drink it, I have an asthma attack.)
I suspect that a lot of the places around here have been like that for the last couple of weeks. With our district being as large as it is, they have a lot of graduations before the end of the school year and they do most of them at some of the larger convention centers. Times like this, I kowtow to you and anyone else who will be trying to feed people during times like this.
Belated Happy Birthday, Herald!!! Hope it was a great one (I haven’t gotten that far yet, so if you said how it was, then Yay/Boo/Whatever-is-apporpriate)
I refuse to tell this to my Philly-raised Hubby. He would be harrumphing for hours.
{{{Niner}}} As much as you don’t want to jump ship after six months, you’ve got to do what’s going to make you happy. And don’t cut out the possibility of that job being off the table. I’ve seen a lot of places take far longer than anyone else thinks it should take. So there’s hope!
I agree whole-heartedly. I don’t think I could ever go back to the customer service business.
I spent 12 years in Florida where it was always far too hot for me. I was one of the few who didn’t spend the summer at the beach. I was much happier in the AC, and I’m MUCH happier here in Nashville where we have more than “hot”, “hotter”, and “what the fuck?!” for weather.
How old, if it’s not too impertinent to ask? I can’t speak to trans but when CtE came out as non-binary (though now they’re thinking they may be more gender fluid) I know I was glad that all of the people that loved them just supported whole-heartedly. I know the fact they had people supporting them helped a LOT. Even if the changes in the legislature around here have made them more uncomfortable wearing the things that they enjoy like their skirts. Just be supportive of them. That’s the best that any of you can do.
I keep wavering back and forth on getting it. Not because I don’t want it - I desperately do! But if I get it, then Hubby will want his own copy. And CtE may decide that they want a copy. I’ll just have to keep an eye out for sales and keep playing D2 in the meantime.
You live the most exciting life. Of course, I’m the person that would have six books that I’d flip back and forth between as I wait for the drying paint.
JtC, FCM, VanGo and anyone else talking about tomatoes and yummy tomato things - about a year ago, we got more tomatoes than we could reasonably eat from a community giveaway. Hubby made tomato jam from it. If I could actually grow anything (see my comments about my black thumb above), I’d want to have enough tomatoes to make more jam.
And I think I might have actually reached the end of the current posts. Now I think I’m going to give my back a rest and kick BtY out of my chair on the porch so I can get some reading done. Have a great Friday night/Saturday morning, all!
Did you ever start a project that you can’t lay down, but now you are regretting starting?
Over time I’ve collected tons of recipes off of labels, from magazines, from family and so on. Now I started to finally organize them and hoo boy, it’s a mess.
But the good thing is I found some things I thought I had lost. Like the Klingon recipe book I got at a con in OKC in the late eighties. There’s Fried Ferengi ears, Andorran Brain Matter, Bleeding Qagh, and so on.
I know you’re using the culinary term correctly, but I can only ever think of the word “macerated” in the context of waterlogged festering wounds. The sort that 16th-18th Century wooden sailing ship sailors contended with. Not an appetizing thought, and doubly so considering white semi-mushy stuff w red saucy stuff atop and a crunchy / crumbly brown layer below.
Carry on.
Thank you. It’ll be 3 flights each day - 6 total; Nawlin’s is just the overnight. Gotta traverse the Gulf of Mexico 4 times too. A solid days’ work each day. We’ll have earned bein’ tarred by the time we’re done each day. Long range weather forecasting guessing seems benign enough.
The magic word you might try looking for is “Tapas”. Originally a Spanish idea of course, but now lots of restaurants of other cuisines are experimenting in that direction. Although a good buffet can deliver a Tapas-like experience as long as you can a) manage portion control, and b) not eat just the desserts.
When I lived in Las Vegas and the price of the buffets was not so crazy as it is now, once in a while we’d get a gaggle of us late 20- / early 30-somethings and hit one of the big hotel buffets, where the rule of the party was to eat only the desserts. And ideally 1 of each kind. Washed down with copious cheap champagne. Great fun. Then. Would kick my butt pancreas now. Sigh. So much for the things of youth.
Bedtime here chillin’s. Might be a couple days before I can rejoin the party.
Cheers to all! {{Hugs}} to those who need want them.
Have you downloaded Diablo Immortal yet? It’s free to download, but the folks who are into PVP spend a whole lot of money on armor and weapons. By whole lot, I’m not talking a couple of bucks for a cool staff, I’m talking 50 bucks for a cool staff.
I have enjoyed it a lot, despite not being willing to pay money for game stuff.
The Spousal Unit’s new potting bench, inspired by a mid-century slat coffee table.
His skull isn’t very big, considering he’s a small dog. You must be thinking of some other critter.
Nice poting table flyboy!
George has a big head…
Nice work flyboy, I would hesitate to have anything nice like that in my potting shed, I tend to drop tools when struggling with a plant.
Looks like a labor of love~lovely~
Evening all. Never made it to the gym, laundry took longer than I thought and I ended up doing 5 loads, so good thing I have no plans for tomorrow, can get over there and redeem myself. Had a Big Bowl O’Salad for dinner in penance for not exercising. About a 30% chance of tunder-boomers around midnight, so a bit cooler tomorrow.
Bird (not sure if it’s the same or a relation) has rebuilt the nest and is perching in it again, so I may be blessed with some more chicks soon. I appreciate that they find my alcove quiet and safe, but using my sidewalk as a bathroom is beginning to get old. I’ll let this nest go, but once babies are out, it goes and if I have to put barbwire up there, I’ll find a way to let them find another home.
Cupcakes, not recipes, but I have a few things that I really should organize one of these days. And love the idea of Fried Ferengi Ears…
Pilot, safe flights.
Flyboy, that’s almost too nice to be a potting bench. Ya done good!!
Real Fish, glad your time as a chauffeur is getting a summer vacation. ANd Sonic makes a pretty good shake.
I really have no interest in those sports, soccer is my game, now and forever.
JtC, I think there are about 2 roundabouts within 50 miles of me, one I use nearly every day and so far people have been very good at roundabout discipline…at least when I am there. Enjoy the plants, I have no talent with them whatsoever.
Niner, sounds like a good day indeed; not a horror fan in my reading, but if it makes you satisfied, go for it.
Shoe, I’m good at house-sitting…I sit around my house all day. Hope the pizza business isn’t quiet as hectic as yesterday.
Ok, need to do a couple of things before thinking about bedtime, so all y’all take care and I’ll catch you on the weekend.
The recipe is, more or less, wiener schnitzel. Pound the meat thin, dip it in egg to moisten, and roll them in bread crumbs and fry.
Does a bear…? 
Made jerked catfish with beans and rice, and a salad. and a Negroni.
that’s like my weird pistachio allergy. If I eat them, I hornk up everything I’ve eaten for the previous six months.
Congrats!
< "yay!"s quietly, so as not to spook Niner >
At handover:
Client: “I know I wrote down and said millimeters, but I I clearly meant milli-furlongs!”
Spot is a two year old boy, and it shows. He pulls out random toys, bunny kicks them, and leavers them laying all over the apartment. But Squeaky Squirrel is his favorite.
Given some of what you’ve told us of this critter, I’d sooner believe he likes the sensation of his small brain rattling around inside his large skull. Like a rattle-can of spraypaint: shake until the ball moves freely.
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As a 15 year owner of a terrier, this is scarily accurate. 
Well, Qagh is best served alive. \//-
!. Not bad for a first time.
2. Better than I can magae. I like
doggio What did you change your avatar to? Looks like a fuzzy terrier.
Changes…harumph…don’t like changes.
I was aiming for a mid-century slat coffee table, and I patterned the potting bench after an original (thought rotted) coffee table. Yes, rotating the slats 90º would be stronger; but not the ‘look’ I wanted.
Next time (if there is a next time) I’ll source better wood. The selection was limited at the hardware store. If I build another (coffee) table, I’ll try to use the same kind of wood throughout. Hemlock or oak. The pine slats are like the cheapest thing at the hardware store. I was distracted because they’re ¼ inch too wide and the kids in the lumber department seemed a little slacky, and I forgot that they had better (though still too-wide) wood there.
I probably should have been paying closer attention to what the lumber guys were doing. I told them I wanted a sheet of OSB cut into two 6-foot by two-foot pieces, and one 2-foot by four-foot piece. I showed them with my hands on the sheet of wood, but they still didn’t get it. I had to draw them a picture. That should have made me aware that they were pulling the wrong wood for the slate. As I said, mistakes were made.
