(Old) Getting back into your groove in the MMP

Well, Firday shopping is done, sammiches have been eaten, e-mails sent and some other soccer stuff done, so it has been (for me) a relatively constructive morning. Will head over to the gym for a bit and then come home to get ready for the soccer jamboree. Big Bowl O’Sallit will provided the post-soccer nourishment, will probably grab something post-gym but I’ll leave that decision for later. Up to a 70% chance of rain this afternoon so soccer may get cancelled. We’ll just have to see.

Taters, yeah, Iowa, Nebraska, most of Kansas…flat. Hope the gutters are finished today.

FCM, yay! for those healthy bones!

Pilot, hope the banking woes are cured. I think my longest non-stop car trip was St. Louis to Denver, about 800 miles; these days about 400 or so is my limit (about 6-7 hours with stops).

Thought you (and others) might. May not know all the words but I can identify most any Paul Simon song and still listen to the “Graceland” album when I can.

It’s called being human, and it can be a real pain in the butt being one…

Here’s a picture…you can’t believe how hard it is for 7 year olds to put one of them on (I’ve seen adults have trouble too…): https://i5.walmartimages.com/seo/6-Pack-Pinnies-Soccer-pinnies-for-Sports-Soccer-Mesh-Basketball-Jerseys-Red-adult_41c42aa3-5268-4dec-8c5e-41fc3e9dd87b.a854244b4868274e851314600131d690.jpeg

Dicey, Happy Swiss Day. Eat Swiss Cheese and slice it with a Swiss Army knife…

flyboy, that sounds like ‘something bad happened once so we’ll never ever do something like that again’ management…

Bless your Heart…

red, sounds like a good plan for Nelson, and glad he got to see his friend Blue once more before his departure.

OK, need to get around to doing something…I know, watch more You Tube Videos! Take care all.

Dang, 25 years today! I hadn’t noticed the cake, so thanks to youse who commented. :face_blowing_a_kiss:

Only 2 loads of laundry today - the second will be out of the dryer shortly. I have decreed that supper tonight shall be via forage. Because I’m lazy and because I can!

Any particular reason why several Mumpers are so determined today to be insulting and deprecating about Nebraska and Iowa ? It’s a stereotype and not true (plenty of beautiful landscape in both states).

Interstate routes were chosen intentionally for cost and national defense reasons along the flattest paths with the fewst rivers, hills, elevations, etc to traverse. They are not representative of the overall landscape those states have to offer. There is sublime beauty to be seen in tall grass prairies or the Sandhills of Nebraska for instance. Mountains and beaches are not the only desirable locales.

And why today? And why repeatedly? I don’t come out of nowhere (I don’t think) and harsh repeatedly on how ugly your state of origin or home is. Enough already. It’s a stereotype-there’s something boring about every where. Go rag on other places for a while.

My issue has been resolved… just in time for me to clock out. It sounds like other people are still having problems.

Well! I have the rest of the day off! I think I’ll put some zapatos on and go have the oil changed in the Prius. The serpentine belt in the Jeep squeals when the a/c compressor is engaged (air conditioning or defogging). I’m going to drop it off at the place next to NAPA Tuesday afternoon. I’ll have it’s oil changed too.

Had to google that – don’t think I’ve ever heard of that song, and I’m quite sure I’ve neve heard it.

Sounds like a cat who’s always on the wrong side of a closed door.

“Pinnies” derived from “pinafores”, perhaps?


One of the books I recommended the library buy (the second book in S M Stirling’s latest series) has finally come in, and is waiting to be picked up. That’s the third of the five books I recommended a few months back – still waiting on the other two.

While I can’t speak for anyone else, I merely related my experience that I70 across Kansas in the winter is flat and white. Because it was. No insult - merely anecdotal observation of one roadway from 1978-ish.

Laundry is done and the dreary day persists. I finished yet another trashy book. What today now?

I’m whooshed.

I couldn’t find enough information to google.

Darn YouTube bug. Cued up with the correct lyrics here.

One approach for IT is to simply lock everyone out of everything and then deal with the complaints piecemeal in as small a way as possible until everything gets back to (barely) working correctly. The 6 months of lost productivity is a small price to pay for “security”. :zany_face:

As long as La Jefa knows you’re stymied for however many hours / days / weeks, enjoy your de facto vacation as best you can. :slight_smile:

ETA: I see your day has amounted to zero productivity. A fine way to start the weekend.


I feel your pain. Really. BTDT. So how did the vet visit go? And the afternoon productivity? My Magic 8-Ball says “Productivity limited; Games needed playing. Legos too.”

Maybe you and flyboy could go for a transcontinental cocktail date via Zoom to toast your mutual productivity?


Good. One less thing to worry about.

Ransoming an X-box for a dog or a dog for an X-box; ain’t bad marriage just grand? I’m sure Blue brightened Nelson’s day a lot.


Here you both go. If you click the [CC] button at the bottom it has lyrics too:


Go Mooom. 25 down; just 25 more to go.


As to me:
Breakfast was had: 2 over easy & a country fried steak with tangy sausage gravy. Both overcooked but edible; surprising in that that place is usually very reliable for quality.

Beaching right after was good; our wretched excess of weed seems to have subsided and the water was clear enough to readily see my feet while standing in chin-deep water. Eventually back here to shevel, hydrate, and Dope before HH & dinner.

GF is about to leave Mom’s for home and I’m about to leave home for said HH & dinner. Location TBD as is my wont.

Cheers to all. Welcome to the weekend!

Happy quarter-century Doperversary!

So we currently have < checks notes > 2 Damages/Overgood clerks on Preload, me and LT. so obviously TPTB had LT in Smalls, and I was loading Middle White in the 200 North. “It’s only 2 cars” they say. Forgetting that each of those cars have 300 pieces, where a lot of 3 car sets barely crack 450 total. which left Janice running both Slides. Of course there was a cart of damages left from Twilight(either they didn’t care, or the drivers were overdispatched and got in after Twilight went home at 2130). Plus a cart of abandoned packages that needed to be taken out of the system, and sorted to overgoods. Plus all the damages/overgoods/fallout/clerkable packages that Unload and Secondary sent. And LT and I didn’t get over there till 0845.

Flash forward to 1138:

Sup: “what is all this?

Me: < explains everything I just told you >

Sup: “I wish you had told me, I would have pulled you sooner.”

The Voice in dogbutler’s head: “THE ENTIRE 200 SLIDE AREA LOOKED LIKE BERLIN AFTER THE RED ARMY GOT DONE WITH IT, AND YOU DIDN’T FUCKING ASK QUESTIONS?”

Me: < grunts unintelligibly >

So I got out at 1P.M., and went to HT for an onion, and prompty drove back to work because one of the guards phone’s got mixed in with my stuff when I was going through the metal detector. But I stopped at the Likker Sto on the way home again. But I’ve had a shower, chicken noodle soup and a beer, so I shall nap.

But one more horrifying shift of indeterminate length, and I’ll be on vacation for a week.

You’re teaching them to be Blueberries.

:champagne: :partying_face: :shortcake: HAPPY DOPERVERSARY FCM!!!:shortcake: :partying_face: :champagne:

Well my mom is a retired pediatric RN, and my EMS friends fill me tales of answering cardiac arrest calls three month late and such, so it would take a bit to squick me out.

There’s a flamethrower in overgoods. That kind of magic would fix things quick.

Good, it’ll confuse the KGB.

Thanks. I’ve never heard it.

Good afternoon everyone! It is a mild 76F this afternoon with chances of rain later this evening. We have the windows open for the first time in months (well, weeks) and the fuzzbutts are enjoying outside sniffers.

My not-boob smooshing went well, but it was kinda amusing when the tech asked where I usually got my mamo’s done. Yavapai isn’t a word commonly used outside of AZ and she made me write it down to be sure she was getting the spelling right.

I recently got the latest Needle Pointers magazine, so I brought it along to read in the waiting room and met a new friend. She is a cross-stitcher but her eyes aren’t what they used to be and she was told that needlepoint is easier on the eyes than cross-stitch. I showed her some of the featured pieces in the magazine and we agreed that whoever thought that needlepoint was “easy” was full of what makes the crops grow.

I save my needlepoint magazines because they all come with at least one pattern I want to do, so I didn’t leave it with her, but I gave her links to the guild guest library as well as to a couple of online tutorials. I also encouraged her to ask her eye doctor about cataract surgery because she can’t come to our stitching meetings because she doesn’t drive after dark. I left her with the address and my number, hopefully she will find a way to join us.

We stopped at a farm stand and bought some corn, but are too stuffed from our late lunch to think about dinner.

Currently I’m watching charms of hummingbirds draining our feeders. I’m almost at half a gallon of syrup a day. They started slow, but now that they know that we are a reliable source of food, they will come back every year and will tell their friends. (I hope the folks who bought our last place keep the feeders out, there was a couple of Anna’s that overwintered in our yard. I know TC friend encouraged them to keep feeding them, don’t know if they followed through.)

You can’t really call yourself a pet owner until you’ve caught puke with your bare hands in an attempt to keep it off the furniture/carpet/whatever.

Happy Doperversary Mooom!

I’ve never been to Nebraska but happen to think that flat lands are lovely. You can see across them and there is a very subtle beauty in the peaceful stillness. I also think that the TX panhandle has some amazing scenery.

Exciting scenery is overrated.

And here is an excellent example of what I mean. New Mexico is stunningly beautiful. The light on the painted mountains changes by the minute and the wind sculpted sandstone cannot be matched anywhere else in the world.

IMHO. I love driving through New Mexico. Except for Albuquerque. Driving through Albuquerque is almost as terrifying as driving in Dallas-Fort Worth. Food is good, people are nice and the budistas are happy and knowledgeable, driving is horrifying.

Anyone who thinks their gaming system is more important than their loyal dog isn’t a husband worth having.

From what I’ve been told, do not get a license plate. People will yell at you for taking up a good non-handicapped spot if you are having a good day and feel able to walk further.

I need to deal with mine as well, I still have my AZ tag and the hook thing is trying to break off. There isn’t a fee, but it’s more paperwork and I’m lazy.

I’ve twice seen un-tethered dogs fall out of the back of pick-up trucks with very bad results and can imagine a small critter becoming a projectile in an accident. Our fuzzbutts have always not been confined to a carrier, they get seat belted in.

I hope it looks as good as promised, I’m sure that she will love it getting such a thoughtful gift.

That was my response as well. I knew there was something electronic chirping but had no idea what it could be, hence the wandering around part. I probably would have known had I read the owner’s manual that is carefully filed away.

Three Januarys in recent years (not successive, but close) FCD and I spent a few days at Ocean City, MD, just because. But this coming January, we’re going to stir things up a bit. We’ll be going to Virginia Beach. FCD was stationed there and I had a couple of short stays there (once to visit friends, once work-related.) So the week before my birthday, we’ll be in an oceanfront room for 4 nights, just because.

Meanwhile, a very lazy day is winding down. My foraging has yielded a salad. What I really wanted was a big, sloppy mushroom swiss burger, but I settled for some sliced mushrooms in my salad. Close, right? yeah, right…

I’m pretty sure I’m going to sleep with Mel tonight. And I’ve resisted the lure of more caffeine today. Fingers crossed for a good sleep.

:face_with_crossed_out_eyes:

Kids these days…

On the other hand, I just looked up a list of Black Sabbath’s songs, and I never heard of any of them. Chacun à son goût…

Almost not-funny story there.

I’m about 15. So it’s about 1973. The Soviet Union, East Germany, Warsaw Pact, and the Cold War are in full swing. There are exactly three roads into West Berlin from West Germany. One from the Northwest, one from the West, and one from the South. The roads are limited access. As in, they don’t connect at all to the East German road network. And of course there are checkpoints at the borders. On both sides, East & West. With a short no-man’s land in the middle.

My parents decided to take the family (2 adults, 3 boys) on a European driving vacation one sunny warm February. Well, if you consider gray, dreary, and roughly freezing to be “sunny & warm”. The basic idea was start in Paris, make a very large clockwise circle across all the non-Communist countries, and end up in Paris again 3 weeks later. During the time in West Germany, they’d intended West Berlin to be one of the stops, and the easternmost point on the continental circumnavigation.

So the Berlin adventure started with us over near Hamburg, taking the southwesterly highway across the East German border then on into West Berlin. With the usual unsmiling border guards from both countries glowering at one another and at us. After a couple really neat days in Berlin we took the southbound highway which exited East Germany aways past Leipzig in EG towards Nuremberg in WG.

Turns out that wasn’t exactly expected tourist behavior. You were supposed to leave by the highway you entered. So the East German border guards at the South checkpoint had no record of us entering at the South checkpoint. Because we’d entered at the Northwestern checkpoint. So they were mystified how we somehow had snuck into East Germany undetected. Oops.

Cue couple hour delay in their fine waiting facility / not-quite-jail while they figure out what to do and get the rickety GDR phone system to connect them to the northwestern checkpoint to corroborate our cockamamie story of having come through there a couple days ago.

Eventually they were content to send us and our raggedy ass overstuffed very compact Peugeot across the short no-man’s land to the West German checkpoint where we, quite happily, were let in.

What a difference 50 years makes. Now the asshole border guards are in Amerika. Progress! :zany_face: :man_facepalming: :woman_facepalming:


Here’s a different “It’s late in the evening” song by a different artist:

This was sort of “our song” for late wife and I.

Sunday 2 days from now is the 4th anniversary of her death. Four years ago today is the day we all realized she was crashing. Her last kinda-normal fully lucid partial day on Earth. So long dear. I miss you. You were wonderful so many nights.

{{{{{{{{{{{{ hugs, pilot, so many hugs }}}}}}}}}}}}}

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I’m sorry. It gets different, but often not easier.

The dog was hers (ESA pup). He was just being an asshole.

When I switch from Tennessee to Texas tags next June, Ill likely get a tag, with a placard to carry when I ride with someone else. Unfortunately, the doctor’s office filled out a 13 year old form and the clerk’s office (where we get such things here) wouldn’t take it. Since my PCP is closed after 11 am on Fridays, I’ll have to take the updated form up there Monday, then go to the DMV there or come back here for round 2 of the clerk’s office.

:people_hugging:

I got some stuff taken to Goodwill today and made some progress sorting the laundry room out. The laundry room, kitchen and bath are hardest because I’m still using stuff there. Oh, well.

Howdy Y’all! We brunched, we candled, we rambled, and we produce umm standed. We got some corn, ‘maters, purple hull peas, squishes, a cantaloupe (ain’t got a ladder!), and a watermelon. We will definitely go back for stuff. Beyond that, we napped, day drank and watched a tstorm. I wore my hearin’ aids for three hours in da cave. I am considerin’ givin’ ‘em a test run Sunday mornin’, but maybe not. Sunday is first Sunday brunch and I am not sure about how I would do with ‘em in the parish hall with lots of people talkin’.

MOOOOOOM happy doperversary!

{{{Pilot}}}