After service, pastor always asks if anyone wants to know God, come up and pray.
This man did. He then said he had planned to commit suicide today but God brought him to church and gave him life.
There were lots of tissues in use.
It’s not actually used. Just a mite elderly. (They’re smelling good, BTW. I may have put them in a couple/few hours early.)
Po-tay-to, po-tah-to. Any meat bought on the cusp of its sell-by date is used in my vernacular!
Daughter brought the kids over after their trek to the corn maze down the road. They’ve gone home and I just finished mowage outside the yard, except for the ditch. I also aired-up the tires - they were a tad softish.
Supper will be poke chops sous vide. And other stuff that I haven’t decided on yet. For now, tho, I think I may read.
We thought the same thing.
This was something like my Friday.
Holy hell, you’ve just described … literally every job.
In some places customers = board members, but still!
That is what I like to call “some bada-bada-bullshit!”
We’re all there with you.
Fuck Holy good goddamn, that sounds good.
I do the same, except I pull one or two out super early (yummmm, soft pillows of doughy joy) and let the others finish so their slightly burnt carcasses can be slathered with butter.
I don’t like whomp croissants done “correctly.” Burnt, or doughy. That’s me!!
“Real” croissants are best left to Parisians, who know a correctly baked croissant from three kilometers away.
It was … helpfully medicated (shhh! don’t tell her, she’d shit bricks if she knew what I got past TSA) and there were several “be NICE!” moments - on both our parts - but for the most part, it wasn’t nearly as bad as I was fearing.
Concur, the previous pic wasn’t nearly the nonsense y’all have.
Seriously, assuming one has, let’s say, raw chicken or, since it’s a potty room, poop all over their hands, how DOES one wash to a level of cleanliness without completely scalding the skin off their hands?
Simply adjust the thermostat on the water heater !
Indeed it is!
I checked the ribs at noon, and they were done. I turned the oven down to 170ºF to keep them warm until at least 3 o’clock, then I’ll put on some sauce and blast them under the broiler.
I originally got a pram when I moved to the condo. I figured it would be easier to get the cats out in an actual emergency. At the time I had 3 cats to wrangle. I reckoned on it being easier to get the cats in a pram and down 10 flights of stairs, rather than a carrier.
They all took to the pram immediately. Lager loves the bottom basket. Stretch loved the main space, and koritza rules the top.
One time I was able to get all three in the pram and evacuate. Someone had come home from an overnight night shift, put dinner in to heat and fell asleep. The container started to melt setting off the alarm. 2 ish am. The smell was awful.
One time at 6ish in the morning. I wasn’t able to find stretch, but managed to get koritza and lager in the pram. Someone fell asleep with a candle. The couch and coffee table caught fire. When we got back stretch was eating the treats that I had used to lure koritza.
The pram does get a bit ripped up, I leave it out and they like to snooze in and on it. I’m not going to leave the new one out. I’ll just not throw out the old one. It can get as torn apart as they would like. The new one will be in the closet.
It was great rolling the cart into my flat and unloading it. I did consider getting the wagon thing you have stainless steel rat, the fine german engineering lured me. I’m leaning toward click for the carts name. Click clax…
Purplehorseshoe, your mum has a special cooler just for the white dinner?! I’m a bit surprised they allowed the non white dress into the venue. Bless her heart, indeed!
Now I’m thinking clickity…
I’m finding that single ingredient items like rye flour, old fashioned grits and pearl barley are being moved off my local grocery shelves for more convenience type food. I’ve had to order that kind of stuff online more than I’d like to.
Skritches to Bailey. I hope that you find something to help her out oopsie.
YMMV. I didn’t realize it until I saw one one day. I asked one of the employees and she told me that her store didn’t say anything about well behaved dogs.
Sunday chores and chillage has happened today. Not a whole lot else. 
Howdy Y’all! I got deheathenated (OYKW opted to worship at St. Mattress) and did the drive thru at Arby’s for N.O.L. This was followed by nappage and day drinkin’. The biiiiiig trash can has been hauled all the way down to the road, as well. Up next is Netflix and chill with popcorn.
I read all but have next to no retention skills right now. Sinuses are buggin’ me a bit and that makes me unable to think a whole lot.
I have to say that this must be one of those foods that have to grow up with. The cheesesteaks we used to buy in Portland were far better than this. This is just a roll (plain, nothing on it), fried beef bits (no seasoning) with onion, and cheese on top. It’s. . .okay. . .but relatively tasteless IMO.
Couldn’t wait. We had ‘dinner’ before the cats get their gooshy fud. (They still have 45 minutes to wait.)
Howdy all. Dinner was dined upon, then spent some time at the gym (the stationary bikes and treadmills have TV connections, so I could watch tackleball as I sweated, so that worked out pretty well. Home now and in a little bit will have a couple sammiches to finish off the day’s calories, according to my notes (and I try to be conservative on this) I exercised about 7,200 calories this week, so we’ll see if it shows up when I do my weigh-in on Tuesday (moved it from Monday). Running the AC again to see if resetting the breakers did any good (just checked, indoor fan is work but outdoor unit is still not in operation…dammit.
{{{ }}} and scritches for all the pets that are feeling poorly.
Oopsie, good on ya for getting your shots, ot my Shingrix two years ago and didn’t have any reaction that I can remember. Hope the family lunch was fun.
VanGO, in my case it’s the string for the trimmers, when the initial supply runs out I always, without fail, mess up replacing it.
And now need to do some internettin’ and then add the last calories for the day.
Dang! I know it was close to 90F here today, so I’m assuming similar temps for you. Stay cool.
I could possibly mail a loaf. Last time I made it the bread stayed good for quite a while. It’s not light and fluffy, it’s dense and chewy. Can be sliced really thin.
I cut the pumpkin in half horizontally and scoop out the messy stuff and seeds. Place cut side down in a pan with edges. Add just enough water to the pan to cover the bottom and the cut edges. Bake at 350 F for about an hour and poke it to see if it’s tender. When it is let it cool and scoop out the flesh. To get the flesh even smoother you can push it through a strainer. but if it seems okay just mash it up a little.
Yes, it is a lot of work but you get some satisfaction from knowing you can do it. This cooking method works for most kinds of squash and gourds, but I’ve only done acorn, butternut, and pumpkin.
PS You might want to try it with a small pumpking first to see if you want to go through with all the work.
Hubs is SO excited! The Diablo 4 expansion is scheduled to release on the 8th, but it gets released at 0001 Greenwich time which is 1901 our time tomorrow. I just know he’s going to be sitting in front of him comp way early hitting the refresh button every 30 seconds, LOL!
I haven’t been looking recently, too hot to bake, but I did notice that regular cornmeal isn’t really a thing out this way. The cornmeal mix tends to have sugar along with the rising agents and we don’t like sweet cornbread.
I do believe that you are right, convenience rules the world anymore.
That is an excellent idea, I’m not sure I would have thought of it. Now that I’m thinking about it, I’m sure I wouldn’t have thought about it, but I’m also sure I will remember it forever
Yes, that is what I remember from days past. They weren’t as nice as yours and had a rubber stopper or cork on a chain, but otherwise worked the same.
What’s under your carpet? I’d start to worry about mold by now. Of course, I’m from the land of “we don’t need no more stinkin’ sunlight” (AZ) and wet carpets dry much faster out there.
We are going to do ribs tomorrow, hubs found some in the used meat bin and we haven’t had them in a while.
This just isn’t fair. You only just got done dealing with that whole plumbing nightmare and now this. I’m hoping its a fast and inexpensive fix.
It’s cooled down nicely here, didn’t get over 80. I’m going to be so happy when the windows get installed, it would have been so nice to let the fresh air in.
I don’t swim on Sundays. There isn’t a lifeguard and the pool usually is empty. I’m not a confident (young and stoopid) enough swimmer to get in that Olympic sized indoor pool by myself. I can swim and I can tread water, but if I get a rib cramp or something, nobody would be there to see me slip under the water.
GG lurves his Jolene and she loves him. They do everything together, eat out of the same bowl, sleep in the same bed, group grooming, everything. Except when I put out catnip.
Then GG turns into a bogart. He hunkers his body over both sides of the scratcher and eats it all without even letting poor Jolene do more than get a whiff. When she tries to rub on the scratcher under him he pushes her away with a paw.
It never fails to entertain.
Yeah, he now uses a riding mower on my postage stamp sized yard. That does make me nervous.
I’m going to see my doctor in the morning. He, like MusicMan, is diabetic and so I made some cookies for MusicMan to take on the road and some to take into the office with me. Since my appointment is super early, I’m actually taking them a variety of snacks including homemade granola, string cheese, and salami. All of my baking is done, but Annie is supervising me now while I wait for my next couple Aleve that I just took to kick in. When it does, I’ll go back and figure out how I’m going to pack it all up to go.
I should really dedicate my tale to its own thread as there is a lot to relate. I will try to abridge as much as I can. I know big long stories in MMP’s tend to go scanned and I don’t blame anyone, but I digress.
It all started in the summer when I learned that transactions between my bank and my landlord weren’t transacting as I thought. Essentially, I was three months behind on rent and I didn’t even realize it (I know I should have but I had lot going on). Anyway, I arranged a payment plan that saw me plopping down two and a half months rent immediately, and then the rest a month later - along with regular rent payments. I adhered to that payment plan right up until September. I paid my rent a few days late with a late fee, but since I had broken the payment plan they simply denied my check and threatened to evict me.
I talked to the community manager and she said, don’t worry, just move out by the 21st and there will be no eviction. Great I was planning on moving out that day anyway. I had applied for an apartment and the only snag was a rent debt on my record because … they wouldn’t take my money. Two days later I get an eviction notice on my door that says the sheriff has every right to drag my ass out on the 16th. I cannot get a hold of the community manager because, as I learned later, she went on medical leave pretty much the day I talked to her (I hope I gave her a stroke) and she didn’t tell anyone about our conversation. I ended up going into a hearing to contest the eviction – which I lost because even though I made a good case - that there was an agreement that had been broken, that I hadn’t even been in court when they came up with the payment plan, that a representative of the company accepted my rent check, etc … the plan is a plan and renters get the shaft.
Now it turned into my only hope was move out before the end of the month. Right back to where I started – and the new place still couldn’t finalize my application because I still owed that money … that they wouldn’t accept until I moved out.
So basically, instead of renting a UHaul and moving my stuff from one apartment to another, I had to rent a storage space and rent a UHaul to move it all into there and then check into a motel for a week while all my lease paperwork is finalized, then rent another UHaul to get my shit out of storage and into my new apartment. My couch is still in storage … I got everything else.
This is a nice place, though. First time I’ve ever had a refrigerator with side-by-each doors, with ice maker and water dispenser. I even got a ceiling fan and a fake fireplace.
May I haz plz?
That’s literally the only reason I procure pumpkins, so I can home-roast the seeds.
And I do mean “procure” not (necessarily) buy.
One year I drove around a fancy neighborhood the day before trash pickup, the day after Halloween.
So much wasted food. (That I put to better use than trash.)
The next year, I put a call out on FB and a church answered, saying they needed to clear out their pumpkin patch THAT DAY and that I was welcome to get whatever I wanted.
My poor lil’ hatchback sagged under the weight; I think I loaded up probably about 80 pumpkins in the back.
If I’d been rear-ended, I might’ve died under the avalanche.
Even my rats got tired of eating roasted pumpkin!
I dined on roasted seeds until spring, and was ever so happy about it.
You can put ‘nip in the bathtub, and then wash all the leftovers away. Just sayin’.
That was a helluva Catch-22. (I read the whole thing.)
You ain’t just a-woofin’.