Because of my Meijers perks, I got my shampoo for 85 cents!
The sun was out and it was 34.
Hopefully, some sidewalks will melt, as there was maybe 2 inches I waded through.
I am looking forward to church tomorrow.
Howdy!
Ok, I read a little and retained even less. Oops.
Today MusicMan helped me donate a bunch of art to the local humane society for their annual gala. After that we stopped in for lunch at Bob Evans. It was pretty yummy!
Got the floors done, then went to the dog park. Nelson got to hang out with his old buddies Watson, Jersey and Bentley. It had been a while since we’ve seen Watson, since his humans moved a couple of towns over. He was his usual happy self.
After that, we went to the CVS at Tar-jay, where a couple of folks stopped to say hello to him and the pharmacy tech slipped him a treat. Once we dropped a birthday card off in the blue box, we hit the drive thru at Captain D’s, where he got another treat. After supper, I trimmed his nails and he got a blue bit for being a brave little doggy. I’m beginning to think he has this whole treat thing worked out. 
I just turned my queen size mattress. Holy frick, that’s a job. I can’t flip it, as the underside has only thin material, so I just turn it horizontally. I don’t want it to wear unevenly. I, however, am worn-out pretty evenly.
My sister-in-law called. She wanted to make sure I still want to come out there. I think she’s afraid I’ll cancel at the last minute. She said, “I want to warn you, your brother can be stubborn.” Um, knew that. I told her I’m not a-scairt of him. I learned the Night Nurse voice from our very own expert, Boo.
Thanks for all the sympathy on the passing of my son’s dog. I know you would have liked her.
No word on the maintenance guy.
Hey, for accuracy, it beats a new dad drunkenly reporting a birth at the village hall, as my grandfather did after the first three births. (He started celebrating during the first labor and never stopped.) Nobody got the names they were supposed to.
Love the irony! 
I always say “I’ll mortalize” someone. I think I got it from a Looney Tunes cartoon in childhood.
After grading tens of thousands of papers over the course of my career, I’ve concluded that there’s a spelling gene, and some people don’t have it. I’ve had students who were voracious readers who couldn’t spell to save their lives. (Not sure it’s often that dire, unless a dyslexic hostage holds up a sign that reads, “Help! He’s got a gnu!”) Sometimes it’s a learning disability, sometimes not. One of the most frequently misspelled words in my history classes AFTER Spellcheck was (Sorry, BooFae, et al) Britain, which, despite spellcheck, kids wanted to spell “Brittain.” I blame all the Brittanys. Also their parents. "You couldn’t have named her Malta or Liechtenstein, noooo. " I mean, really. 
Last night I vowed to take the weekend off from the news. I couldn’t do it. I’m not a news junkie (Honest. I can quit at any time!), I just feel like I skipped a responsibility. I mean, SOMEbody has to shake their fist at the politicians, right?
Johnny Rivers has now taken up residence in my brain:
I forked the pork
and the pork won. 
Of course he does! He’s a smartie!
Howdy Y’all! We went to the not too shabby Chinese hog trough buffet place for N.O.L. Then we achieved nappage and day drinkin’. We needed to ward off scurvy and malaria three times. The evil white stuff is almost gone and will be on Moanday for sure cause we will have temps above freezin’ all day plus the possibility of rain. Now I must catch up on teh intartoobz.
I can picture two scenarios:
- Ad agency decides to create a cheeky slogan/campaign, among several options that they are developing for the client, expecting that it’ll never get past the initial presentation. Clueless clients somehow fall in love with it, and approve it anyway, then run it without doing any consumer research before launch.
- Agency develops cheeky slogan/campaign, for a client who feels that they need to do something that is a little outside-the-box and buzzworthy to break through clutter, and make consumers think differently about the product. Again, no consumer research is done before launch, and the client is unpleasantly surprised by the reaction to it.
At an agency where I previously worked, we had Kmart as a client for several years. We created a funny, slightly risque ad idea for them, knowing full well that it would never make it onto TV, but it could be a way to generate buzz on social media, and make Kmart seem like it wasn’t stuck in the 1970s. The clients agreed, we produced the ad (and a second, A Christmas Carol-themed version), and ran it on Youtube, where it got a lot of attention.
GENIUS! I’ll bet I can borrow some from the pet rescue place, that’s the sort of thing they keep stocked.
That is why I am restricting my online time so much. I was getting far too upset because I was learning that people who I had respected and admired voted for this.
If I was paying what you are paying for a dinky apartment, I’d be getting all of my exercise bitching out building maintenance. I hope the diverters help, we get much more temperature sensitive as we age.
Being happy without straining oneself is always a good thing, I’m glad you got out and had fun.
I forgot to address your surprise that Hubs was released so quickly. As you know, single people are often treated differently than couples and post-surgery release is no exception. Hubs had a driver and someone who would be able to monitor his recovery as well as nag him if he was doing things he shouldn’t.
His surgeon explained everything to both of us and answered my questions clearly. I had to sign his discharge instructions and then had a discussion about the instructions with the discharge nurse while she was showing me how to check his wound dressings and telling me how and when to remove them.
I also got a call this morning from his medical team asking for an update. Someone else called him.
I didn’t mean to say mean things about the librarian who took my book, that was back when the village helped raise the children by stopping them from doing harmful things while tattling to their moms.
Mom talked to them and they respected Mom’s authority and trust in her children so accommodations were made for the little girl who was reading her way through the library book by book.
The book that was taken out of my hands really was inappropriate for my age. Who would have thought that the Kama Sutra could be found in the Technology (600) section of the library?
Does anyone remember bookmobiles? I just loved them, they had a three book limit and a very limited selection, but I just loved going to the corner and climbing on a bus full of books.
Many years later in life, while I was working as a cataloging librarian (the only time my MLS actually paid off), a used book store/hoarder owner died and left the store to the library. The department I worked for was sent in to sort the books into 4 areas.
Valuable books were taken to the library daily, some to be added to the Reference collection and some to be sold.
Popular books in good shape that could be added to the general collection were taken cataloging department weekly.
Books that could be sold by the Friends got put in many, many boxes and stacked up until the weather was good for a book sale.
All of the other books were up for sale at a dime a bag. I brought home so many books. Some of them were pattern books that were missing pages but still had some things I wanted, many of them were flaking pulp science fiction.
I had stacks of books on the night stand, stacks of books by the couch, stacks of books in the dining room, I filled our house with books and then started slowly sorting and dealing with them. One day, Hubs started looking under the couch for a kitty toy and pulled out a book and held it up and asked if there was a 12 step program for this sort of thing.
It was pretty amazing to be honest. He was telling me how much better he was feeling even before getting unhooked from everything. Today he said that even though he hurts all over (to be expected), he feels better than he has for at least a year.
I can tell that he is doing better, I can’t hear him gasping while he’s trying to stand up from his desk chair. His face isn’t nearly as puffy and his color is so much better.
I still fall victim to that. I’ll realize that the kitchen backsplash is grubby and clean it and the sink. Then the windowsill looks bad, so it gets wiped. Then the window looks bad, so it gets washed. Then I can’t leave those dusty curtains up so they get taken down and ironed. While I’m admiring that, I notice that the appliances need some attention. Four hours later, I’m really regretting wiping the backsplash.
Go you! I hope the humane society makes lots of money!
I’ve been thinking about Bob Evans lately, you have inspired me to take Hubs sometime next week.
Or maybe you are just very well trained, cause that would be easier
Thank you so much. I think that you are right, I wasn’t a stupid kid despite my habit of doing really stoopid things. I’m sure it wasn’t a learning disability, everything else about the written word just rocked my world.
Poor Mom tried so hard to help me and I did as well. I wanted to be able to spell because it was so important to her. Usually the best I could do was a “Needs Improvement” with a teacher note about how unusual it was that someone who was reading at my level couldn’t master spelling.
Its always been the vowels that trip me up. I never really got those figured out, probably because I didn’t learn to sound them out first, or maybe you are totally right and there is a gene involved and someday it would be found. All of us good readers/bad speelers will be vindicated!
Having forked the pork and having forked the pork into my mouf, I wouldn’t mind a bit of bacon.
I’m sad to report that the closest Bob Evans is almost 2000 miles from me.
I hope nobody minds me saying I’m glad I’m not Muslim or jewish. No roast pork? No bacon? No HAM? I gotta respect folks who can hold to that dietary restriction.
That was you? I remember seeing that one. I thought it was funny.
JtC So glad to hear that Hubs is feeling better.
And I also have a problem with books. I have a huuuge pile of “the books I’m gonna read”, they live in a stack beside the upstairs bookcase, then there are all the books I refuse to part with, my art history, how to paint stuff, how to build stuff, good fiction, etc. I must have over 1k books in the house. And I haven’t cracked a dead tree book in years.
At the grocery sto today I got all the good pork things, shaved ham fer sammies and a nice ham steak fer dinner.
Not me, personally (I worked on other accounts), but it was our agency (FCB), and the creatives who developed it were friends of mine.
Me, too.
My age stopped being interesting after 18 and 21 (I guess 30 was a “fun” milestone) but at this point, my attitude is:
1.) my damn age changes, like, every year .. who can keep track?
and
2b.) what year is it?
and
3c.) { counts on fingers } dammit. math.
Same, and … yep, same.
Do please let us know if you hit upon some magical spell that allows one to do both, cuz I sure as shit haven’t found it.
I was very concerned about politically-motivated violence in your town, 'till I read the last sentence.
I love when a series of tiny events makes many unconnected beings happy.
The gala volunteers were happy. Eventually, many critters will have a better time in life. And you both got yummies!
He got a what now?
Same. And yes, it’s an unholy undertaking.
So, what I do is … in the summertime, I just sleep 180 degrees (pillows go where feet used to go) to “flip” the wear on the mattress.
My justification is that the lil’ window unit A/C in the living room doesn’t blow all the way into the bedroom, 'round the corner, and then another eight feet up towards my overheated sweaty head. Plus I have a tiny fan but because of the outlets/wiring, I can only plug it in where it’s pointed towards the foot of my bed.
Hence, the coolest part of my bedroom, in the summer, is at the “foot” of the bed. Which becomes the “head” for a while, so I don’t feel like I’m roasting. (And has the benefit of “flipping” the mattress - I can absolutely feel the difference in support.)
Granted, all ^^ is unique to how my tiny hobbit-hole is arranged. But the 180 “flipping yo’self” is miles easier than the alternative.
I will admit, the 1st couple of mornings can be disorienting.
Bless her heart.
WHAT NO BACON
So all my “early out” plans tonight got a bit borked when S.M. sidled up to me … one of the closers couldn’t - yanno - close, and she was hoping maybe I could stay till midnight? { bats eyelashes, sweet smile }
Not a problem, except I’d planned a last-minute (as in, I’m just about out) dispo run for the way home … and they close at, yup, midnight.
So without going into too much detail with her, we compromised on setting me free at quarter till. (“I just need to run a quick errand before twelve … ?” “Will you turn into a pumpkin?”)
And meanwhile, I got mo’ money, mo’ problems fewer wolves howling at my door in about a week.
Okay, three extra hours isn’t gonna scare off an entire wolf pack … but it can shoo away a bitty puppy cub, right?
Ratties want water. Put that task off before leaving cuz, yanno, I thought I’d be home three hours earlier and they wouldn’t have conniptions yet.
Well, they’re havin’ them now!
Damn little furballs and their drinkin’ problem.
Good Mornin’ Y’all! Up and caffeinatin’. YAWN ‘Tis 28 Amurrkin out and partly cloudy with a predicted high of 60 and N.O.S. The big item on today’s agenda is deheathenization in which I have Verger duty. We will get a McN.O.L. to bring back to da cave and eat Then we will accomplish various RDOS inactivities. Hopefully the remains of the evil white stuff will go away today.
Now I need more caffeine and to feed rumbly tummy. Then purtification for deheathenization shall commence.
Happy Sunday Y’all!
Pick me! Pick me! I got bacon. What do I win??? I’m using it in the meatloaf that I’m making today. Today is planned to be cooking day, all day. It was supposed to be yesterday, but I wasn’t feeling so great and I was very motivated to get the stuff to the humane society while I had my able bodied helper with me.
Afternoon, mumpers! It’s currently 5c/41f with a predicted high of 7c/44f and showers. Weather app says “This rain is like the fucking annoying person that sits next to you at work. It’s fucking annoying.” It’s definitely raining out there, but not annoying for me as I have no need to be out in it.
You swing a kettlebell around and attempt not to hit yourself in the face with it! It’s a round weight with a handle so you can use it for pretty much any exercise where you’d use dumbbells - yesterday we did basic kettlebell swings, squats to shoulder press, deadlifts, bicep curls and overhead tricep extensions, plus some abs work.
Very sensible too - you don’t want to rush back to exercising and undo all the surgeon’s good work. I’m sure your doc will tell when you’re healed enough to get back to some light exercise before throwing yourself into those PT sessions!
I’m glad he decided to do it, and I’m glad we went too. They started and finished the show with a video montage of photos of Tony Clarkin, with and without other band members which was quite moving in its own way. The guy playing guitar for these shows was Tony’s guitar tech for many years too, and all in all, it was a very fitting tribute to a great artist. Sadly, I doubt the band will play again as Magnum after this, but that’s also right because Bob and Tony “are” Magnum so you can’t really have the band without both of them.
I think the audience reaction last night must have helped, they were totally behind every single song.
He’s doing very well for treats, he obviously knows how to turn on the charm!
We had a very good night out yesterday, the gig was excellent and a fine tribute to an exceptional artist. Afterwards, we went across town to the Giffard for a drink but our favourite beer wasn’t on and the place was absolutely heaving so we went up the road to the Posada before heading home.
I have no plans for today, the chores are done so I think slothage is in order instead. All I need to do is make sure the cats have food, the litter trays are clean, and I have both tea and book to hand in case I get pinned to the sofa by a demanding Small Egyptian God.
I babysat for a woman who literally broke down and cried when she turned 30. I didn’t understand it then and I don’t understand it now. Age is not something one can control, and despite what some would have you believe, it’s not a measure of your value. I’ve never understood lying about your age (OK, maybe trying to get served before 21…) or “It’s impolite to ask a lady her age.” Not impolite, just none of your business, similar to asking someone their weight, or their SAT scores, or their political or religious inclinations. Never mind… don’t get me started on social etiquette.
Not related to the mattress, yesterday was a disoriented morning. I woke and saw the clock display, then was thinking “Isn’t that on the other nightstand?” - which is where it was at the hotel. My brain was still at the ocean - it was a confusing awakening. But I’m much better now.
boofae - thanks for the explanation. Not my idea of a good time, but go you!!!
For some strange and unexplained reason, my right knee feels like it’s been whacked or I knelt heavily on something hard or… well anyway, it hurts and I don’t know why. I noticed it when we got home on Firday, which was weird because all I did was sit in the car for many hours. I don’t recall twisting it or banging against anything, and it’s not discolored or bruised. Very irritating.
I finished the use-up-the-scraps blanket last night, so per someone’s request (can’t recall who asked) here are the last 6 lap blankets.
And I’ve still got some more yarn - not sure if it’s enough for a blanket this size, but I’ve got an idea to use it up. We shall see how it works out. I may just keep it for myself when it’s chilly in the recliner.
Not sure what the plans for today may be. I have 4 overripe 'nanners, so I’m thinking I’ll make a cake - I found a recipe that looks good. And I should pull something out of the freezer for supper. I’m sure there will be more to do.
Happy Sunday!
Good morning.
It’s 25F and clear outside. Our expected high temperature is 45F, and it’ll be sunny. January has been a very dry month.
JtC, I’m happy your husband feels so much better.
Metal Mouse, it’s good you’ve pulled back on trying to exercise until the doctor says it’s okay. I was worried you were going to undo the doc’s work.
I have to spin my mattress around every six months, too. I think it’s due again. Since I’m washing the sheets today anyway, I can get it done.
Today is my and Mr. Taters’ 39th wedding anniversary. I doubt we’ll do anything special. I’ve got laundry to do, and tomorrow is an in-office day. Maybe we’ll go out to dinner, but I doubt it.
I’ve never understood the fretting over age thing, either. I don’t regret aging. I regret not accomplishing things I wanted to do in life, but maybe there is still time. Although I doubt I’ll ever climb Mount Rainer.
I need some more coffee before I face my day.
Happy Anniversary! We don’t generally do anything special either. For a while, we’d go to a Japanese Steak House, but that got boring after a few years - the routine never changes. My family was aghast that we kinda blew off our 25th but it’s just not something we’ve ever made a big deal about.
Yay - another year of not getting divorced or killing each other! 
The diverter does seem to be helping. Had a bit of a SNAFU because I thought the vents were metal. Turned out to be wood, so the magnets were useless, but the screws holding the vent cover on are quite long, so I was able to mount the diverter fairly easily.