There are 20-some of them with more on the way. The only one I knew about before finding this cite for y’all is the one in Dallas. We fly over it at rather low altitude on many arrivals into DFW. I’ve never been there on the ground.
I survived my scrape and cauterize. Next up is a yak with my CFP then craft taco Tuesday. Perchance with extra margaritas to dull the pain.
Good morning! Today I’m going to try again to get the prescription. Truth be told, the arthritis flare in my right knee feels like I got shanked, but the doc says to walk on it anyway (Easy for him to say.), so I do but make Munch faces. If anyone has any tips, I’m all ears. (Actually, I’m all mouth, but close enough.)
I’m happy to announce my fuchsias have flower buds!
We had huge class sizes (largest K-8 parochial school on the continent) and quite a few members of Future Inmates of America, so the nuns used religion (and rulers, pointers, even a wooden oar) to control classes. The good kids got guilt complexes, and the future cons got pointers on pointers as weapons. Look for my new movie, Lethal Pointer, starring Jason Momoa as Sister Maximilia .
I shall squelch the temptation to ask how you know.
I loved it! So did my kids. My daughter and her friends hung out in my classroom at lunchtime. I talked to their teachers during the term, so I didn’t need to see them at PT conferences. Plus I got to vet their dates. 
The 15-Minute Meltdown by FCM. PLUS 10 Tips to Cozy Up Your Rubber Room by Martha Stewart.
Oh, how awful! I’m so sorry for Young You! I had a nun who was probably her Twisted Sister. If it helps any, shy, earnest, people-pleasing me was the only kid in the history of the school to kick the Holy Terror and live to tell about it. I still don’t feel guilty.
That sounds like a wise plan.
Howdy Y’all! I am happy to report that accordin’ to my wellness check, I am still alive and not quite ready for the home. However, the other person who lives here told me the latter part of the last sentence is up for debate. Yes, I live with a comedian. I also got a pneumonia booster whilst there. Then, since I was near to it, and we needed a few things I went to 
Wally*World. After that nappage, day drinkin’, and sup were achieved. All in all a sorta productive day with appropriate amounts of sloth mixed in for good measure.
Pilot I recommend extra margaritas for the pain. I did extra day drinkin’ to dull the shock of the pneumonia booster.
There’s a Great Wolf Lodge in Ye Olde Home Towne. It opened a few years back. Like MOOOOOOM I do not see the attraction but folks with humanlets may see it as a good thing. I also imagine they are kinda 'spensive.
Nellie hope you’re able to get the 'script.
Recyclin’ does not seem to work so good ‘round here. We do attempt personally and take stuff to the recyclin’ center a few times a year. Wish more folks would do that.
I have a smoker and use it a fair bit. I use various kinds of wood, but honestly can’t tell the difference. I am more of a “smoked meet, good!” person I guess.
I hope that Echo adjusts to the puppies soon sari. Do you think that maybe she’s feeling left out?
fishy, fortunately, they have much better treatments for gastric ulcers than they did in the past.
We had a little retirement party for Miss Dorothy at irk today. She’s been there 19 years and will come in for 1/2 day tomorrow for her exit interview. She’s good people.
The only time that I ever got a steel ruler to the hand in school was from Sister Mary Bernard. Compared to punishment that she doled out to some of the boys, I got off easy.
Stay safe and healthy y’all!
Whoa, I haven’t been paying attention to the weather outside and now all of a sudden there’s thunder and lightning and marble sized hail.
hippie what a terrifying experience. I went to a public school and the spinster teachers were almost as mean as nuns. Many women should not have been teachers.
I am still processing my sister’s upcoming move. I did not leave the house today. Did 2 loads of laundry. Am binging L & O.
I’m not aware of any corporal punishment doled out by the nuns at my elementary school. But Sister Gerald used to make miscreants do pushups (the girls had to do them in the coatroom since our uniform was not pants.) Sister Aquinas would give you a number and you’d have to square it, then subtract it from the product till you got to zero. I never got pushups, but I had to square 57 once for not getting an assignment signed.
I know I had something else I wanted to say,but for the life of me, I can’t remember… Guess those words of wisdom are forever lost! So I might as well head back to my recliner. 
Yeah…I know you love them and all, but…
I’m kinda laughing at your neighbors because their cousins live across the street from us. We don’t do recycling bins, but there are certain things that cannot go in the trash and must be taken somewhere to be dealt with. The list includes car tires, car batteries, oil and bricks. I know those things are forbidden because the neighbors are always confused when the trash guys leave their stuff while picking up ours.
That is so sad.
I only lasted one semester in Catholic school. I was one of those “mentally gifted minors” and started 1st grade already reading at 4 years old. I also didn’t have any filters so I asked questions and then I would do things like ask Sister Mary why she said X when Sister Martha said Y and Brother said Z.
Mom refused to pay to have the curiosity beat out of me and I really did do better in a public school. I heard so many horror stories from other kids who did have to attend.
Yep. I used to make the effort to separate the recyclables and drive them to town, but so many people treated that like free trash dumpsters that it went away and now everything that is not produce goes in the landfill. (I use, share or compost all of the produce that comes into my hands.)
You certainly deserve an extra one as a reward for your extreme bravery!
I gots some fuchsia questions. Actually, only one. I bought a nice one and it is hanging in my shaded and covered patio, but still gets a little direct sunlight and then diffused sunlight for the rest of the day. Do you think this will be enough to save it from the heat of the summer?
OK, maybe two questions. I have a misting system out there, do you think that it would make my fuchsia happier if I turned the misters on for half an hour or so during the heat of the afternoon?
I’m really afraid I brought that poor thing home to die.
I didn’t know we needed boosters, I thought it was one and done. How often do you have to get one?
I’m glad you aren’t ready for a home yet…it’s good that you have a sturdy young man there to help you out in your dotage.
My weather app says it’s 84.2 F is complaining that the weather is turning this place into a fucking stove. I can’t wait to see what it says when it gets to triple digits.
Our housekeeper was here this morning so we went to Cracker Barrel for breakfast. When I see an ad for the cheesecake stuffed pancakes in the afternoon, I always start drooling, but they just don’t seem to be something I could start the day with. The inevitable sugar crash would put me out for the rest of the day.
Because Pam won that 10 grand slot tournament a couple of months ago, she has been invited on a free cruise where she will have the chance to win a hundred grand, so we won’t see her for a couple of weeks. I’d like to say that I’m rooting for her to win…but what if she wins enough money to give up housekeeping?
I picked up some tacos and took them to BFF’s place for lunch. She is loving this WFH thing, but not as much as her kitty. Kitty has a blankey on the floor of BFF’s dressing room because kitty will only lay on the carpet if she has to, but the sun moves so kitty now has her slave in constant attendance who will helpfully move the blankey when ordered.
This is the woman who swore to us that the stray hanging around would never live in the house because she didn’t want a litter box.
Yes we do laugh at her!
My local Cracker Barrel doesn’t HAVE cheesecake stuffed pancakes. (sulk)
I just hope the puppy shenanigans don’t include chewing on valuable shoes/purses, etc or biting any people.
I guess they didn’t read the part of the Bible that says Judge not lest ye be judged.
I’ll bet money that what you’ve had is a Wellness Check as they start doing those when a person goes on Medicare. I believe the Dr said that’s what Medicare pays for.
nellie I am so glad that you are back to posting. I love your posts. There’s almost always something that makes me smile.
Our class size was 45 in 1st grade; There were 2 first grades. Makes you wonder how the children who needed more individualized attention ever learned how to read, do arithmetic, etc.
The only time I saw physical punishment doled out by a nun was in 4th grade and it wasn’t by our blessed teacher, Sister Pierre. Poor little Gregory S was the shyest boy in the class, he almost NEVER spoke, either in class, at lunch, going to the bathroom, not sure about the playground. Anyway, we were forbidden to talk during lunch or else the safety would put your name up on the board, with check marks for every time you were talking. (I would generally end up with 4-6 check marks by end of lunch, but the nice safeties, who were 8th grade girls, would generally erase most of the check marks). Anyway, I digress. So, one day for the very first time I can remember, Gregory S, who sat in the front of the middle row, chose to speak to the student next to him during lunch. There was always one sister who didn’t get to go to lunch in the convent but remained behind in case the safeties needed help. Well, on this particular day it was Sr. Gloria. VERY unfortunately she happened to be passing our classroom and peeked in the window right at the very moment that Gregory S chose to speak for the very first time in 4 years. She came in, lifted up his head, pulled back her arms then brought them ferociously back together and hit poor little Gregory S on both cheeks, leaving the imprint of her ring on his face. I occasionally wonder what happened to Gregory S and if he was traumatized for the rest of his life.
The worst thing that happened to me that I remember was in second grade. I had a lay teacher that year and we weren’t allowed to write on more than 1 sheet of paper on the desk at a time. Well, I didn’t tear the sheet out of the notebook and just wrote on the top sheet in the notebook. When Mrs. K came down the row and found this, she made me go up to the front of the class and kneel on the hard floor for a heck of a long time. She was mean to me in other ways as well. It took me many many long years, probably until I was in my late 40’s or possibly 50’s before I was able to honor the Our Father that I say regularly and forgive her.
I do that on occasion on the weekends.
Walked to work, when leaving one of the guys gave me a ride on a gator to the loooong entrance to the facility. Went to the department that handles badging and had a new one made. Makes me look old as my hairdresser broke her arm about 2 months ago and she hasn’t been able to color my hair, last time was in January and 4 months later the white hair is out at least an inch or so. Then went to Fitness Center and worked out on NuStep, back bend machine (that’s not what it’s real name is but senior moment) and the Leg Press. Also visited and spoke to Department Admin about some issues. Dinner was leftover turkey hash that I defrosted; even better than when first made. Then I picked up 2 new 'scrips for Hubs. Should go plant some more calla lily bulbs but maybe I’ll do so in the a.m.
Air mattresses in the middle of the night?
FCM was right, Sari has gone and lost her mind, LOL!
It wasn’t a long, long day. But having to take all the big heavy boxes that I stacked on Saturday, put them on the rollers 5 feet off the floor, then run to the other side of the boxline and pull them out and stack them really wore me down. Anyways, after a long nap and a Manhattan, I’m recharged.
I never got the full Catholic School treatment, but after my 5th Grade CCD drove our lay teacher to a nervous breakdown, they brought in old school nuns.
Thanks.
Nobody likes to wake up find they are suddenly forced to be the Adult In the Room.
Let’s not get a head of ourselves…
Evening all. Day was gym, nappage, dinner and more gym, not exactly the most exciting day but at least I kept the calorie count under control. Gym Place was crowded, I wanted to use the treadmills, they have about 25-30 of them, but I couldn’t find an empty one, so sauna’ed and came on home.
Never attended Catholic schools, my parents thought they were too crowded so I got all my learning from the public systems. Only contact with Nuns was a weekly Confraternity of Christian Doctrine (CCD) class to [delete]brainwash[/delete] teach us kids to be good Catholics (worked for 30 years but it wore off…) and can’t remember any problems with nuns. Only time I got paddled was in kindergarten (it was a bum rap…) and in 8th grade my teacher caught me reading a novel in science class and I had to stand in the hall the rest of the period (but he let me take my book along, so I considered it a win). Outside of that I guess I was pretty much a goody-two-shoes kind of kid.
I really hope you meant this kind of gator: John Deere Gator Utility Vehicles. The other one might be a bit hazardous to ride on…
CatGlove, I feel for Gregory, like you I hope it didn’t mess with his mind too much.
JtC, good luck to your housekeeper anyway, 100 grand would be a wonderful thing. And I had to grin at the story of your BFF and the cat training her…
hippie, that’s a horrible story and I’m glad you managed to turn out OK (well, OK in an MMP way…)
Cupcakes, Whoa indeed on the weather. Hope everyone and everything is ok.
FCM, I’ve seen commercials for this Wolf Lodge thing, not tempted to visit, but 6 people in the same room (unless it is a suite) is never a good idea…
Google is my friend.
nellie, hope the prescription was filled for you.
9 out of 10 bartenders recommend this to fast pain relief…
I was borrowing from the movie Seven (still one of the most chilling performances by Kevin Spacey ever) where Brad Pitt kept asking “What’s in the box?” (in case you haven’t seen the movie, I won’t mention it, but you don’t want to know). And if you already knew this, then nevermind… 
Sensei, that’s a great story.
OK, it’s 9pm so I need to finish up the internettin, do a little reading and head off to bed. All y’all take care.
Considering that Grade 1 is normally for 6yos, I’m not sure how impressed I should be at your mad 4yo reading skillz. 
I bet you meant 4th grade reading skillz. Which I could believe for someone of your extreme erudition lo these many years later.
That probably deserves a pout with quivering lip on top of the sulk. I bet you can do a great one of those too.
One of the places around here has Nutella stuffed French Toast. Which is as wretchedly excessive as it sounds. Her Ladyship lurves her some sweet carby breakfast and she has the willpower to eat just 20% of it then bring the other 80% home to eat over the next week. Yaay Her! My pancreas is cowering behind my liver quivering in fear just smelling that stuff. Boo-oo wimpy pancreases!
I was under the impression you own or owned dogs before. You know better than that. 
As to me:
We walked to tacos & enjoyed the usual assortment plus dual margaritas. Just in case. And spiced chips with hot queso sauce. Good stuff.
We had the gentle rumbling of thunder overhead throughout the ~15 minute walk to dinner & during dinner. By end of dinner the thunder was more insistent but it merely sprinkled lightly as we walked home under storefront roof overhangs half the way and our umbrellas the other half. Warm & lush.
Now much later it continues to rumble out there and it’s almost bedtime for me.
The doc’s tiny handiwork so far isn’t hurting a bit; medicinal margaritas must be making magic. But I have that awkward feeling I’ve contracted a cold somewhere today, either at the doc’s or the groc store. I’ll know for sure by wake-up tomorrow. Oh bother. Vit C at bedtime for sure.
Cheers all! Happy Humpday to those who’ll be up before I get around to adding my exciting report of sleep, sloth, and possibly snuffles. Manana!
I wanna know if it is from buying them or wearing them!
All these Catholic School horror stories are nightmarish. I had my share of rough moments in school, but nothing remotely like any of that.
Which you are getting from my mad speeling skillz, right!?!
But actually it was my math skills that moved me through school so quickly. I love learning so when the adults in my life kept pushing me to study and advance, I don’t think anyone knew why that was such a bad idea and I just went for it.
My classmates got too old to want to hang out with a kid and I had issues graduating high school without the mandatory driver training classes they did back then cause I wasn’t old enough to get a learning permit. College was horrible, so I ran away and joined the USAF when I was 16 1/2. Well…not really, my folks had to sign yet another permission slip for me but off I went to a magical time when I was treated like an adult despite the lack of lines on my face.
Anyhow, all I have to say about that is to all parents who think they should advance their children through school…don’t do it. Kids need to stay with their age group cause the big kids teach the little kids things their parents probably wouldn’t want them to know so early.
That sounds wonderful. Does it come with a big mound of whipped cream? Yum!
But yeah, that isn’t a breakfast food, it’s for after you have been smoking weed all day!
We live in very different climates, but hopefully something here will be helpful. My balcony and fuchsias face east, and there’s a forest right over the fence. They might get direct sunlight for 30 minutes. The rest of the time, it’s filtered or just plain shady. We’ve had some hot days in summer, with temps up to 110º, and the fuchsia did fine. And I definitely think misting for half an hour would be sheer bliss. I mist by hand once a day when the temp is over 90, and they do fine. I hope they attract hummingbirds! It’s such a thrill.
He’s ready for a home…his home.
Aw, thank you! I love your posts, too!
Our first grade classes were about that size, but we had three of them. Individualized attention? The only individualized attention we got was a highly personal smack. (I never got hit, though.) They also didn’t care how smart we were. JtC’s story amazes me. We had IQ tests in first and fifth grade. Mine was second-highest of about 120 kids, but nobody ever said anything about it. I’m so sorry about poor Gregory S.
At one time we had a greyhound-blue heeler cross, or as I referred to him, Mistakes in Breeding. It is very hard to walk a dog who prefers to run 35 mph. I loved him, but he was a chewer. One day I was grading freshman comp essays in the living room and ran downstairs to fold clothes from the dryer. When I returned, the essays were in shreds. I had to tell the college kids, “You know that ‘The dog ate my homework’ excuse? Well, MY dog at YOUR homework!” They were not amused.
Doggio, I haven’t said anything about Darci because I didn’t know if the search was still on and didn’t want to raise a sore subject. I hope she finds her way back to you for her sake as well as yours.
I see what you did there! 
You’d love my sister. The nuns were always telling us that ejaculations (Not THAT kind!) would get us so many days out of Purgatory. “Jesus, Mary, and Joseph!” was a prime one. But nobody thought to ask what my sister did: “How much time in Purgatory do you get per sin?” It was a very logical question, but the nuns couldn’t answer and regarded her with deep suspicion.
Sing it, sister! My last year of teaching, there was a ten-year-old freshman. He not only didn’t have friends, but he lacked 4-5 years of life experience the other kids had. It’s one thing to be able to READ at a ninth grade level; it’s another to understand why Curley wore a “glove fulla Vaseline” on his hand in Of Mice and Men. Then some HS kids adopted him…the at-risk bunch who smoked weed at lunch. They thought he was funny. 
“How many Hail Mary’s do I have to say if I sneak a cookie?”
That poor guy. I had a couple of years on him, but I first took LSD when I was 13 and figured out how to get myself to the health department so I could get put on BC pills when I was 15. I can’t even begin to imagine the things the big kids taught him.
Anyhow, thank you so much for the fuchsia advice, it really is very helpful. We do have a couple of hummers that overwinter here and get the migrating ones twice a year. I love watching them and pick plants that attract them. Hubs “grumbles” about me keeping a gallon pitcher of syrup in the fridge…wild birds…gots flowers…waste of money…but also make it a point to tell me which feeder looks like it will need to be refilled in the morning.
I said all that to say that we have already had hummers at the fuchsia flowers but it would be surprising they had ignored it.
So, Mom remembered to call me when she got the patterns. Go Mom! I was able to tell her where to look so she could make notes so she didn’t have to pick stuff out like I did.
I also tried to pin her down on a date for me to visit. The reason we haven’t firmed things up is because my freeloading sister is planning on going to visit her kids “sometime” and Mom wanted me to come then because she isn’t really happy about being left alone for a couple of weeks.
OK, I get that and I was happy to plan for it, but every time I’ve asked for a target date, sister changes things.
So, today I told Mom that I would be driving out when I wanted, but she would have at least 2 weeks warning unless sister came come up with firm dates.
I’m thinking I’m going the middle of July, so I will start planning a nice relaxing drive through a couple of states after I pick up my produce box tomorrow.
Evening, everyone. Exams finished up last week, same with graduation things. I did well on all my exams and had a lovely graduation party. I’ve just been hanging around the past few days. I’m off to vacation on Sunday, so that’ll be a lot of fun.