My gawds is that a true statement.
(Says the 40-mumble who has to listen to teenagers too young to buy their own beer, “Aw naw my back hurts” SHUT THE FUCK UP.)
Best part was S.M. saying, “Shoe, go home. Hurry, before I change my mind.”
Lovely readers, I couldn’t get outta there fast enuff.
< laughs in 54 >
Some writer about my age wrote that kids our generation raised ourselves.
I did scouting through the church, but it didn’t involve any driving from my parents.
I also had paper routes and part time jobs from the time I was 12, which gave me a lot of independence and kept me out of the house.
It happened about five years or so ago.
I was supposed to have a biopsy done on my prostate that morning, and I took the meds on an empty stomach, without checking with the doctor to see if this was a good idea or not.
SenWife was driving the kids to school, and then we were going to the hospital after. I was starting to feel weak, and couldn’t handle their arguing so I asked my wife to drop me off at the corner and then she could pick me up on the way back.
I got out of the car, started walking across the street and collapsed. SenWife called an ampulance and I don’t remember much of what happened for the next hour or so, until they finally got my blood pressure back up.
@Aspenglow, mazel tov to our Ducks!
Do I need to come up there and open a van of night nurse whoop ass on them? Or I can stand your bail.
As fetching as you are I’m more likely to try to bribe you into misbehaving with Lemonheads and doughnuts.
I’ll sleep better knowing Sprinkles has a soft bed and a roof sheltering her, even if only temporarily. Still keeping my can of whoop ass handy though.
Good Mornin’ Y’all! Up and caffeinatin’. YAWN ‘Tis 68 Amurrkin out and clear with a predicted high of 86 and sunny. The big item on today’s agenda is deheathenization in which I get to plop in a pew. We will have a sammich lunch at da cave afterwards. Sup will be my sorta kinda version of cheesesteaks usin’ the leftover pepper steak from Firday and oven fries. There will, of course be the usual RDOS inactivities.
My DAWGS lost and broke their home win streak. I didn’t see the whole game cause I was just too sleepy by halftime to stay up any longer. Oh well, love ‘em anyway.
shoe glad Sprinkles has a place to stay albeit temporary. Hope the family stuff sorts itself out.
BBBOO indeed I could easily misbehave for lemon heads and donuts!
Lily and Bright tree your Ducks done good!
Now I need more caffeine and to feed rumbly tummy. Then purtification for deheathenization must commence.
Happy Sunday Y’all!
Yesterday MusicMan and I went up to Tallmadge to see an old friend of mine. She was diagnosed with colon cancer 3 or 4 years ago. It has spread and they’ve told her that there’s nothing else they can do for her. Recently her pain level has increased and so hospice is coming in for pain management. She is a strong, brave woman with two kids in high school. I’m hoping that she makes it to see them graduate.
Since we were out and about, we did some shopping here and there on our way back. We bought more chicken for the bourbon chicken that we’ve been working on. It’s so funny that when we make it that my mom just LOVES it. She’ll eat it 4-5 times until it’s all gone. Thus, we usually double the recipe, but this time when we started we only had half the chicken that we needed. Unfortunately when we went shopping MusicMan and I were both getting hungry so we got a few more items as well. That included buying “Grano la la” which might have been a purchase influenced by the name. 
Then, in a strange turn of events I found out that my cousin’s husband (does that make him my cousin, too?) works for the same company that I do, but at a different school. And my mentor from that school is actually his coteacher! So weird.
For now I’m going to go find breakfast and then get to working again.
Up, caffeinated, and sheveled. Off today. Morning cleaning, afternoon sloth and pro handegg are on the agenda today. Plus hockey!
Wolfpack lost last night. Of course.
I wouldn’t do anything for a Klondike Bar, but I’d do sketchy things for whiskey and bacon.
Ziva doesn’t jump on anything, but then she never did, and now she’s geriatric. However, she’ll claw her way up the recliner to sit on/beside me for skritches. Then she’ll get bored and jump down. Yeah, cats is weird…
< Moans and groans in 71 >
The rain has moved on but it may be too wet to take the grandspawn anywhere. The basement is ready for them, so there’s that. I decided supper will be ham steak, cabbage-n-onions, corn, and probably buttered noodles. Lunch for the kids will be easy - they seem to love ham-n-cheese rolled up in a small tortilla. That’s quick and easy.
We meet Otis on Tuesday. Whether we adopt him or not, we’ve ordered a crate, because it’s pretty much inevitable that there’s a dog in our future. It’s just a question of when. FCD wants a BIG dog but the shelters around here tend to be full of little ones. He wants a puppy or very young dog and most of the shelter critters are older or even seniors.
The fact that he’s looking at shelters and rescues is a concession to me. I see no reason to go to a breeder unless you intend to compete in dog shows or become a breeder yourself. Plus 4 of our 6 past dogs were rescues. And the price of the dogs he wants is in the multiple thousands range - I’m sorry, but that’s just wrong. At least in my eyes. Anyway, we’ll see what happens on Tuesday at 10 in King George…
Till then… Happy Sunday!!
Pretty simple, really. I use steel cut oats and dose it with a bit of salt and a goodly amount of dried thyme. When it’s done, I top it with an over easy egg, salt and pepper, and moosh it all together. Bacon on the side.
Spawn are building with car tracks and stuff. Oh, and we get to watch K-Pop Demon Hunters for the gazillion time. Rah. Trevor is chewing up his chew toy - duh. And so it begins.
I’m sorry that your friend is having to go through this, sticky.
That sounds pretty similar to mine. I stir in salt, pepper, onion and garlic, top it with egg and hot sauce. I treat most hot cereal that way. The only time that I eat sweet oatmeal is if I’m sick or on a soft diet.
Up, caffeinating, breakfasted and fixing to do KP. I need to go to the dollar sto’ today for cotton balls and alcohol swabs, but other than that, not much on the agenda.
Stay safe and healthy y’all!
I almost forgot. It’s mattress flippin’ toothbrush switchin’ filter changing time. Spot doesn’t enjoy boxes or bags, but he likes to sleep in the underbed drawer when I keep my other comforter. So every month when I switch comforters, I get one with a sprinkling of white hairs from Spot’s nether regions.
Besides, when you dumbass dog challenges a 10 point whitetail to a fight, it’s easier to rationalize dropping the leash and running when it’s a $25 mutt vs. a $2500 one.
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My dad and brother will be arriving (separately) from MD sometime between 12:30pm and 1pm. I usually have just one chair at the kitchen table – the armless desk chair I like when I’m putting Lego sets together – but I figured I’d grab a couple of the table’s matching chairs from the laundry room (they’ll probably both sit on my couch, but just in case). Getting the chairs prompted me to dustbust both their legs and the laundry room floor, which were covered in fur tumbleweeds…and cobwebs! No one but me ever sees the laundry room, because it’s an addition and the cleaners don’t even go out there, but I’m glad it’s a little cleaner-looking. That’s about as ambitious as I’ll get today, though. 
I’m thinking about auditioning for a local chamber singers ensemble. It’s an auditioned group – so, no one who can’t stay on pitch (etc.) – with rehearsals I can easily attend, and getting back to singing classical repertoire is kind of appealing. I haven’t been part of a choral group in decades. I drafted the audition request email this morning; I’m just letting the idea marinate a little while longer before I click “send.”
I thought I would read for just a couple of hours at lunchtime yesterday, but I wound up reading for ~6 hours (with a few short breaks) and finishing my book. It was a pleasant way to spend a rainy Saturday afternoon. 
Dad and bro will be taking me to Olive Garden for a belated birthday lunch. The restaurant was my choice: I’m not in the mood for anything fancy, and it’s hard to beat OG for simple pasta and breadsticks. I’m looking forward to it. And, to seeing them for the first time in almost five months. Dad’s birthday is in a few weeks, and we’ll probably get together again for that sometime in October. We typically see each other five times a year: for bro’s birthday (Apr), Father’s Day, my birthday (Sep), Dad’s birthday (Oct), and Christmas. That works pretty well for us. 
I usually refer to my cousins’ spouses as my cousins, but sometimes I refer to my favorite cousin’s husband as my cousin-in-law. Just to make all three of us laugh.
Oops. Thought I had posted early this morning, but guess it slipped what little of my mind was active. Will shortly dress up nice and head over to the Texas Roadhouse and that will be my primary activity of the day I think, need to rest from yesterday’s exertions. Nice, about 80F outside but no rain forecast.
Sensei, I don’t have too many medications, would hope none of them together collapse me.
I doubt it, albeit you have to put up with your supervisors and cow-orkers and I have to deal with 6-10 year old boys…about even, I’d say…
shoe, hope Sprinkles gets things sorted out.
But I repeat myself… 
Sticky Buns, ah, the Tasllmadge Circle, where young folks like me learned what driving was really like. But seriously, best wishes for your friend.
FCM, enjoy meeting Otis. And enjoy your K-Pop day…
Oopsie, enjoy family day. And interesting about the chamber singing; let us know how it goes.
And time to change and head out, the Roadhouse is popular and fills up fast. Catch y’all later.
I get that. I love my Huskers anyway too. They lost their first game last week and too many fickle fans started calling to fire the coach’s head. By only 3 points, just like your Dawgs. As our FCM would say: sheesh. We had a bye week so I don’t hafta practice what I preach til next week, unless we want to count the KC Chiefs who play this afternoon. I’ll wear my Chiefs shirt and try to watch some bits and pieces of it while wrangling grand kidlets but I’m less invested and attached to them (I don’t require them to win every single game either).
I’ve got half of that in stock, >*Boo heads off to find her shopping list and a pencil…<
Are we sure our 8 year old grand girls aren’t communicating secretly through some means known only to them? At least I can usually convince mine to wear her Bluetooth headphones so I don’t have to listen to it a gazillion times too.
My grandson, who is four, is into Toy Story Terror, a very mild Disney short based on the traditional Toy Story characters but with vampires and haunting and Halloween loosely woven in. It’s less annoying the umpty-ninth time.
I survived K-Pop and turned the TV off when it was done. We had lunch (Roxy must be planning yet another growth spurt - that girl can eat and she’s close to pencil thin.) They’re back in the basement while Trevor and I chill upstairs. I have Alexa in drop-in mode so I can monitor what’s going on. No blood-curdling screams yet - they do play well together.
I tried to convince FCD to come home - he’s tired but he won’t take a break. It must be a guy thing.
Daughter is somewhere in PA. Theoretically she’ll get here before 5. Theoretically…
I’m still getting used to how soon it gets dark in the fall. I’m glad we didn’t live here when I was working, I used to hate going to work and coming home in the dark and I only did it for a month a year back in the land of “we don’t need no more stinkin’ sun”.
The forest is almost in full color now and traffic has gone up on the highway. We are planning on driving up north on our own peeping trip next week. Our forest is lovely, but there are other parts that are also lovely but different.
When I got up this morning all of the yards were full of itty bitty spider webs. I went out and looked at ours and they are 1-2 inches wide but no sign of the spiders.
I’m assuming they were web parachutes and the babies are now busy colonizing the neighborhood. I hope they are friends.
Fall is soup season so this morning I started a big pot of Mexican Tortilla Soup. I am using the last of the bell peppers from my garden, two home grown tomatoes and one onion. Everything else is store bought, but will still be good.
I have seen too many repair guys change their stories when I got a man involved to be as kind as you are. I’m glad you know people and didn’t end up getting ripped off even more.
That is always true, no matter what the subject!
We’ve got a big fat squirrel out back, but I don’t think its our peanuts doing it. I think its the corn cobs Harry puts out for the critters. I’ve seen Fat Bob carrying a whole cob off to his tree.
That is indeed a tough situation. The family doesn’t want her to get hurt, but she’s an adult who is allowed to make her own mistakes.
I do hope it works out soon.
How did you like it? Would you do it again?
The kitchen is calling, I’ll bbl