There’s a corner store near me that has chocolates from a local chocolate maker every Easter. I’ve had some this year. Delicious! Might try to get more.
Howdy Y’all! I survived the Vigil. It was a shortened one which was nice, but I like the longer Vigil with the bazillion lessons. A lady with a voice like Snow White sang The Exsultet and it was kinda painful to hear. No blue birds appeared to whistle along with her.
Taters sorry you’re career comes to an end in a way you wouldn’t prefer.
shoe quail are fried in halves. Believe it or not two or three quail halves can be quite fillin’. Then again I am also snarfin’ down rice ‘n gravy and bizkits.
Yeah, I don’t know what was up with that linky-link.
Way to blow his alibi.
Backup Manager is going to Texas next week, first time in her life.
The look on her face when S.M. warned her about chiggers was PRICELESS.
Yabbut … the reverse is also true.
Texas at least has decent barbecue, sometimes, if you look for it, and - especially if you head to the Hill Country - some really beautiful wild lands.
I bet you were "ma’am"ed all to heaven and back, too.
I used to love celebrating “Half Price Chocolate Day” but Cadbury eggs (my favorite as a kid) quality went dowhill years ago, and now even that holiday just ain’t the same anymore.
Ohhhhh, I forgot about this. { snicker. } Thx for the reminder.
Doing my best “All-American Girl” act tonight. Got a hot dawg on my lunch break, then during the remainder of my shift decided I simply couldn’t live, daaahhhling without a ButterBurger.
Plus a lil’ choc’lit malt, cuz someone was a good girl.
Not me, of course, but I’m sure someone was, so { cheers } to you darling, wherever you are.
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Anyway, a hot dog and a cheeseburger on the same day surely marks me as a red-blooded Murrican who shouldn’t be deported, right?
The Spousal Unit had an ‘everything bagel’ with cream cheese for dinner. An hour later, she didn’t want anything; so I made ground been & broccoli for myself, with mayo and sriracha. I wanted to eat it all, but I saved more than half for.. whenever.
Up from naptime, watching some F1, and having a Sazarac and Asian BBQ stirfry
I got out too late for today’s protest. But Monday we just had 3 regular uniformed cops.
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The one time I made it it, it clocked in at 3 hours, Readings from pretty much every book in the Bible, and 5 of 7 Sacraments(no Ordination or Last Rites)
Sent GF on her way; she’ll be back Wednesday night after a girls’ night out at a local music venue. Our tentative dinner plans for tonight fell apart. By the time I sent her home there wasn’t enough day left for that and getting anything useful done for either of us.
Margaritas and So Cal-style Mexican for dinner. Then a stop at the groc store for staples & now about to fade.
Cheers all!
They celebrated a marriage during the Vigil?
Late night final here. Absolutely nothing has been accomplished outside of watching some You Tube vids and playing some spider solitaire. Since I’ve been up since 6am with no nappage I think an early retirement is in my immediate future. Catch y’all on Easter (which is another important day as you’ll see…)
JtC, you are a font of useful information I may never get to use, but truly do appreciate. And I have stayed a night at the hotel and flew over (and into) the Canyon, along with a helicopter ride and rafting trip in the West Canyon area, so have had my adventures there…albeit without a Diet Pepsi…
shoe, Culver’s is only 3 miles down the road and it’s after 10pm but now you have me hungry for a Butterburger.
And time for lights out.
Oh, I haz a funny to share.
Ordered my burger, and my malt. Burger with cheez, onion, lettuce, and tomato, please and thanks.
“Anything else?”
“Oh, and ketchup, sorry, I forgot.”
“On the burger?”
“Yes, please … well, I mean, uh, not on the malt!”
I could hear multiple folks giggling in the kitchen, through the intercom.
But really. I ordered two things: a burger, and a shake. Then I asked to add ketchup.
What’d you THINK I wanted it added to?
(ETA: yes, both ketchup and tomato slices.
I stopped at Meijer for a coupla things, and on impulse bought myself not one, but two purple hyacinths, just coming into bloom. 
Those things smell so lovely.
Bit of a splurge, but I suppose mental health care ain’t free, either.
I used to garden, a lot, but my life has changed over the last several years … plus the compacted, nutrient-poor earth where I currently live is quite the deterrent.
(Hint: when weeds won’t sprout or grow naturally, nothing you plant will thrive, either.)
But a coupla potted flowers are low-maintenance & cheerful.
Yeah, the dispos are blowin’ out some sales. Might hafta see what they got goin’ on.
LOL
Not at this point. There are no fractures and a lot of arthritis, but those quacks at the hospital never got around to taking an MRI. My PCP suspects that one of my degenerating discs has deflated enough to get bone-on-bone action and possibly pinching a nerve in the process. I go to the ortho Monday to get better pics and hopefully begin PT.
I know that there’s been a lot of soul searching with this decision. I hope that you do enjoy your retirement.
52, I remember going to our warehouse in OKC shortly after and it was alarming, even a month out.
Easter dinner for Sis and I will be red beans and rice, heathens that we are. 
Funny thing you should mention tiramisu; Baby Sis called and said she was busy making it for Easter dinner. She’s still a practicing Catholic, so it’s been a long 40 days.
Yep.
I’m having Easter dinner with a bunch of pagans.
I like making German stollen at Christmas. The recipe is from a German lady, the mother of a former boss. I had to cut it way down because it makes a huge amouint, maybe something done for huge family gatherings.
I’m home from the protest. There were more people than I expected, maybe 3,000 or so. It was hard to tell because we were all strung out along the roadway and down pathways on the capitol campus. The Capitol steps and Supreme Court (“Temple of Justice”) steps were blocked off for some reason. I was one of about 12 people who didn’t bring a sign, but I got a mass-produced one. Whew! Holding up a sign for almost 3 hours makes for sore arms! I walked 7.5 miles, so the rest of me is achy, too.
Some foolhardy soul drove by in a Tesla truck. Why do they look like bad origami?
Taters, do not let those spineless sycophants convince you you’re ending your career in defeat. You are NOT. Though they left you with no real choice to continue, you’re leaving with head held high. At the district retirement party, I got a very brief speech (“Nellie has taught in the district since 1991. She taught English and social studies.”) and a clock. Gee, thanks. But then a kid wandered in and said to me, “I’m so disappointed I’m not going to get you as a teacher. I was really looking forward to it.” And it hit me that THAT was my real retirement speech. For 42 years, you made this country a better place, quietly, sometimes indirectly, but definitely. THAT’S the important thing.
This is your victory lap. Don’t let the bastards trip you before you reach the finish line.
Oh, my! Little me is so envious of little you! I’d MUCH rather have had real (clear) lipstick and a compact than any tulle-smothered dress! How clever of your mom, too!
I actually did have a tulle dress at one point, but not for Easter. My cousin was a flower girl at a wedding, and she wore a pink tulle-overlay dress that was (to us) the nth degree of sophistication. When she outgrew it, it went to my older sister, and when she outgrew it, it became mine. I’d change into it as soon as I got home from kindergarten and wear it until bedtime. True, it wasn’t ideal for playing Red Rover or freeze tag, but glamor was far more important than practicality..
Phyllis Diller : “I never clean my oven. I can only bake one cupcake at a time.”
Does one wash them in holy water on the gentile cycle?
Thank you, dear BooFae. I’m reveling in my clear vision. 
Do you have catfish over there? I’m not a big fan. They always taste like mud to me.
If of thy mortal goods thou art bereft,
And from thy slender store two loaves alone to thee are left,
Sell one, and with the dole
Buy hyacinths to feed thy soul.
–Saadi Shirazi
Ugh, I want to reply to more, but Old Flame called me at 6 a.m., and all that walking and sign-holding did me in, so I’m heading to bed.
Please drink some water.
Because … they do?
{ thunderous applause }
This hit me in a lot of feelz.
Oh, wow, you brought back a memory. I was with my mom at some department store, and we passed a dress.
Look, it was the 80s, but still, it was a “lil ol lady past her prime” cocktail dress COATED in sequins.
Like the worst lounge singer get-up you can imagine.
My, I dunno, 6? year old self WANTED that dress. I kept petting the shiny pretty sequins until my embarrassed mother dragged me away.
Aw, naw.
Thank you. That poem … also fed my soul. I appreciate you sharing it.
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Now that’s some funny right there.
nellie So glad your eye is behaving now. And thank you for going out to the protest.
Off to bed with me, gotta do some worky shit tomorrow. I’d really like a day off, but that doesn’t look like it’ll happen for a couple of weeks.
Good Mornin’ Y’all! Up and caffeinatin’. YAWN ‘Tis 64 Amurrkin out and cloudy with a predicted high of 83 and cloudy. Looks like cloudy weather most of the week, but no rain. Busy (for us) day ahead. First up is a large and in charge deheathenization as ‘tis Easter Sunday. I have verger duty. There will be incense and other carryin’s on. Then there will be a festive reception along with an aig hunt for the kiddies. JDD and Partner will be over around five this evenin’ for cocktails and we’ll grill ham steaks. I do foresee nappage as well.
Nellie now THAT was funny.
And now this…
< AHEM > CLEARIN’ THROAT < AHEM >
HAAAPPPYYY BIIIRRRTTTHHHDDDAAAY TOOOOOO YOUUUUUU!!!
HAAAPPPYYY BIIIRRRTTTHHHDDDAAAY TOOOOOO YOUUUUUU!!!
HAAAPPPYYY BIIIRRRTTTHHHDDDAAAY DEEEAAARRR MMMEEETTTAAALLLMMMOOOUUUSSSEEE!!!
HAAAPPPYYY BIIIRRRTTTHHHDDDAAAY TOOOOOO YOUUUUUU!!!
Now I need more caffeine and to feed rumbly tummy. Then purtification for deheathenization shall commence.
Happy Sunday Y’all! Happy Easter to all who celebrate.
Up, caffeinated and sheveled. Vacation Day 1. I shall clean then sloth. Spot is hunting an ice cube.
HAPPY METAL MOUSE DAY!!! 
Did you have apple pie, too? That would be the hat trick!
What’s “everything” in your neck of the woods? Here it seems to mean poppy seeds, sesame seeds, and black sesame seeds. That’s everything? Anyway, I just had one with PB&cherry J for breakfast.
My (physically) closest sister is hosting today - closest as in just 90-ish minutes away instead of 2+hours. FCD is staying home and I wish I could, too. I’m riding with Daughter and her crew - I need to drive down to her place around 10. I figure there are fewer and fewer chances to see my mom, so I shouldn’t blow any off.
Sis is doing an egg hunt for the kidlets - she didn’t have kids of her own, so she spoils the four grands. I’m taking a plate of fruits, as my family tends not to have anything healthy at gatherings. We’ll eat, the kids will hunt, we’ll talk a bit, then beg off as soon as we can. After our trip this week, we all really need home time.
I have Roxy tomorrow, so I bought some cucumbers. She’s been bugging me every time she sees me to make cucumber-onion salad, and tomorrow will be the day. We’ll make enough for her to take a batch home. Not sure how we’ll fill the rest of the day, but I’m sure we’ll figure something out.
Meanwhile, I’ve had 2 pretty good sleeps in a row, waking without backaches. Huzzah!! I sure hope I remember to take my inflatable wedge pillow on the cruise, and I hope the mattress on the ship isn’t as bad as the one in the hotel. I also hope we’ll be allowed into Norway and Iceland and Greenland - I fear Americans may not be welcome anywhere by that time. I started giving thought to canceling, but we do need the vacation. I dunno…
And so my day begins. Caffeination is nearly complete. Happy Easter, Happy Sunday, Happy Whatever Else!
Ours was the full deal. The fire and candle ceremony was moved inside due to weather (we weren’t involved in that), then seven old testament readings (including the entire creation), four psalms, the epistle and gospel. Baptisms and confirmations. Our responsorial for the rite of sprinkling went on at length.
Ended the mass with the Hallelujah Chorus. Which is fine, although I’d you’re a professional chorister it gets a little stale. It also was the first time, in probably a couple hundred lifetime performances, that I’ve sung tenor. I am not a Handel tenor.
One more mass in the marathon. Then my wife’s family comes over. Lots and lots of them.
(I’m not Catholic, I just play one on Sundays. My wife is. I grew up Episcopalian. Our respective families remind me of that scene from Monty Python’s Meaning of Life. Big families confuse me.)