Indeed!
Unknown persons of the internet.
Couldn’t have happened to a nicer coach, NOT! Do I still dislike Satan for his comments when he left E Lansing, you betcha.
Now if Washington can get it together in the 2nd half than perhaps Michael Penix, Jr, former Indiana U QB, can wipe ‘the other school’ off the face of the earth in the NC game.
I’m kinda verklempt. Hubs just let me know that Les McCann passed. Anyone else here ever danced to all the awesome tunes on Swiss Movement? One of my favorite albums back in the day; Hubs got the CD for me a while ago and I play it on every long trip singing my brains out. If anyone, I’m guessing oopsie knows this music.
Happy Moonday!
Happy New Year!
Wet and chilly at the park this morning.
The ground was slippery and my son almost fell on his ass taking the dogs down to the gate.
Mosty a slothful day. I’m not retired yet, but I have slothing down pretty well.
I took a nap after breakfast, and had a walking dream, where all I do is walk, and walk, and walk some more.
I cleaned out and arranged some drawers.
My son put stuff away wherever it was convenient. I don’t complain, but I am putting stuff in more logical places.
The pups got shin bones stuffed with peanut butter. I bought three bones, for three dogs, and of course they all want the same one.
Echo and Rayleigh lost interest pretty quickly though, the bone kept Misiu busy for hours.
I have to get a blood test tomorrow. I should have gotten it last week, but I totally forgot about it.
I see my doctor Thorsday, I doubt she’ll have the results by then.
This getting old shit and having to go to the doctor all the time is getting annoying.
Hey everyone. Nothing is going on here. No fireworks last night and a quiet dinner at home while our laundry machines were working.
Hubs bought an electric articulated plastic snik toy that runs on 8 paired wheels while it moves around. VBC is annoyed because it makes an irritating noise when running, poor GG is terrified of it. I don’t think its the noise, he was still skerred when it was shut off. Hubs left it sitting on the living room floor and GG was super spooky until I put it in a drawer.
The relatives report that New Years Eve at Disneyland was great, well worth the money.
The world was much smaller back then.
However, I did learn to love parades young and enjoy them to this day.
Here is my absolute favorite parade story.
About 35ish years ago, my home town was having its first parade ever to celebrate being a hundred years old and they were looking for someone to be the Grand Marshall. I thought that Dad would be a great Grand Marshall so I signed him up. Of course I knew that he wouldn’t want to do it, but I had a plan.
That weekend I went over and told Mom what I had done and she of course said he wouldn’t agree. Dad was out working on his old truck, so I carried a mug of coffee out and started helping him wrench. Mom brought her own coffee out and sat on the porch bench and sipped it. Mom didn’t help wrench. Ever. Mom was pretty smart, LOL!!!
So after a while I started telling Dad about the parade and he did his usual “Uh huh, that’s great, hand me a 3/4 socket” thing. I told him all of the details including when I would be picking him up and he agreed to everything because he hadn’t yet learned to listen to the women in his life.
Nothing else was ever said to him about the parade, so when I showed up to get him a few months later, he didn’t wanna go and started making excuses. I whined “but YOU promised!!!” and Mom backed me up and told him to get in the shower.
I got him to the car before it was decorated and Dad had a great time waving at everyone without actually realizing he was the Grand Marshall.
I was a very good daughter that day.
That is a wonderful story.
Dad acted all embarrassed when he saw the picture on the front page of the local newspaper, but he had it taped to his garage wall until he died.
My dad is a complicated man. He’s always played things really close to the vest but he’s always been right there for me whenever I’ve need him. He’s turning 80 this year and like any son of a man that age, I’m starting to think about losing him and I try to take it all philosophically, but it’s not always easy to just say, “that’s life” and go back to eating Cheetos.
I say this now because every time I talk to him and my mom on the phone I have to reassure my mother that I’m doing fine and that though not everything always goes to plan, I’m not afraid of life and I’m feeling very positive about a great many things these days. I say this to her for two reasons. 1) it’s true, and B) I hope some of that will rub off on both of them. It’s mostly aimed at my mom, but I seem to have hit my dad. He sent me this long effusive text about how he’s reading a book about positive thinking (as it relates to golf) and he thought it was so serendipitous that I’ve put this positivity bug in his head that he just had reach out to me and tell me all about it. It damn near brought me to tears. I mean, I talk to the man on the phone every week about general stuff, but I don’t think he’s ever been this open about how he feels about me or what I’m doing.
It really made my day, and universe willing, my year.
I’ve found that if I nap on a flight or a bus, people generally prefer I do so fully clothed. I’ve tried arguing that pasties and a G-string ARE clothes, but for some reason, people just raise an eyebrow and shake their heads.
Aside from the clothes, I just don’t like that groggy feeling. When I was in college, I could put my head down in a study carrel, sleep for 10 minutes, and wake up refreshed. I can’t seem to do that any more.
TELL me about it! it’s the world’s worst and most unpopular hobby, yet here we are…
You were! I LOVE this story!
JtC and J-Bats, those were two very moving stories about dads. If I may, I have one of my own.
Dad was a big NASCAR fan. All of his three sons had been to races with him but never all at once. After he’d been diagnosed with liver cancer and went through a surgery that nearly killed him, he enjoyed a few years of relatively good health. One year, the four of us finally all got together for a race in Charlotte.
On the way, we stopped for some tailgating supplies. Of course, Dad couldn’t drink, so he looked for a decent non-alcoholic beer. But the only choice the store had was Busch N/A.
As we were imbibing before the race, one of us said, “Hey Dad, how’s that Busch N/A?”
He replied, “Terrible, but I’m just happy to be sitting here drinking anything with you guys.” Dammit, Dad. I suddenly got something in my eye.
It’s a town called South Boston, which I didn’t know existed until a few days ago. Just over the North Carolina border, an hour and a half from Raleigh, 2 hours from Richmond. So not really near anything.
Up, caffeinated, and sheveled. Off to heave. It might be slow in Smalls, but unload has to deal with multiple trailers of school and business stuff to re-unload.
It’s close to all the banjos, moonshiners and meth.
< waves northeasternly >
Happy New Year!
Awwwww.
It’s so very late and I’m going to bed. I spent a lot of time watching TV today and day drinking a bottle of mudslide I bought myself as a birthday gift. Learned the hard way I shouldn’t have done that, forgetting how potent mudslide can be. Had to walk the dog and Mauser, at his age, was perkier thatn I was.
Morning, mumpers! It’s currently 9c/48f with no predicted change, and isolated showers. Weather app says “Calm your fucking junk. It’s rain. You aren’t going to fucking melt. Probably.” Well, it’s definitely wet out there, and we still have a storm warning for wind and rain so it’s just as well I’m working from home.
Moooom* I hope there is some good news on MIL, or at least good enough that you don’t have to cancel your plans.
Wheelie fingers crossed for the new contract, and for good health to go with it.
flyboy I’m another one who doesn’t nap, sleeping during the day makes me feel quite groggy when I wake up and it just never feels “right” afterwards. 'im indoors, however, he can nap for Britain!
Pilot substitute chicken for turkey, and you could be living here! We didn’t have a “proper” Christmas dinner as we were away, so we decided to do that for new year instead. Bought what the supermarket describes as a medium-sized bird, which feeds 8-10 people. There’s two of us and three cats. Turkey on new year’s even, turkey on new year’s day, and probably for lunch for the next couple of days too.
You’ll all be pleased to hear that I eventually managed two cups of tea yesterday so am not on the critical list 
I’m working from home today and have suggested to my boss that I stay at home for the week as I’m really not in a fit state for travel. I’m still coughing (and in pain from doing so), and still out of breath on the stairs so although I can work if I’m just sitting here, the effort of getting to and from campus is more than I want to consider. Fortunately, we have enough people to keep the office open (and barely any students around as teaching doesn’t start for a week or so). However, my exercise plans are totally stuffed!
Good Mornin’ Y’all! Up and caffeinatin’. YAWN ‘Tis 30 Amurrkin out and clear with a predicted high of 54 and N.O.S. for the day. Today is OYKW’s bday. He is < snerk > 69! < snerk > the same age as me so I don’t have to hear cracks about me bein’ a cradle robber until my bday in July. So, he gets to have whatever he wants for sup. OK, more like brunch, since he wants waffles, bacon, and scrambled aigs and wants it this mornin’, which translates to around tennish. There’s also a small DQ ice cream cake that I picked up on Sunday in da beerator freezer. The silly boys will come over around four this afternoon for cake and cocktails. We party it up big around here.
Wheelie here’s hopin’ for the gig and no plague.
BooFae glad you’re feelin’ somewhat better today and are drinkin’ tea again. You had us worried there. Good idea to irk from home the rest of the week.
MetalMouse is the state of Alabammy draped in black this mornin’?
Now I need more caffeine and to feed rumbly tummy. Then, onward into the day! Rah.
Happy Tuesday Y’all!
OMG - how drunk were you???
This particular episode has been interesting on my side. Back when we were originally planning to take MIL to her sister’s place, FCD had worked it out that we wouldn’t get any news about MIL till we got back from our trip. I pointed out that she’d be there over a month before we left and should something happen during that time, he’d surely want to know. Which he acknowledged.
Once we leave, tho, I think we’re not going to get any news… I think. But the thing is, if his mom gets really sick or dies while we’re on the cruise, there’s really nothing we can do. Most of our time, we’ll be at sea. And frankly, his mom would be really upset to think we’d cut short our trip because of her. AuntB has all of MIL’s latest medical info, plus the contact number for her cremation (it’s some sort of nation-wide contract deal.) Of course, if she does die while we’re gone, FCD will be wracked with guilt. He tends to feel responsible for everything, whether it has to do with him or not… We’ll just keep hoping she hangs on till mid-Feb at least.
I’m bracing myself for 3 years of “You’re in your 70s and I’m still in my 60s!” It all started right after we married when I turned 30 and he’d just turned 27. Them young 'uns can be such brats!
Another morning of waking stoopit early, messing with the tablet for a bit, then snoozing a bit before dragging out of bed. Critters have been tended, pellet stove is refilled, I’ve fed my face, and I’m caffeinating. I’m hoping Food Lion has Coke products on sale starting tomorrow - we’re almost out - only four 6-packs left, and some days FCD can drink 5-6 bottles of the stuff. Pepsi has been on sale the last few weeks, so if history is any indicator, Cokes will be next.
Speaking of tomorrow, we’re going to MIL’s apartment to install her headboard and her dresser mirror, hang her new curtains (assuming FedEx didn’t lie and they’ll get here today) and hang as many pictures as we can. And it just occurred to me that she may have some diet coke there so we’ll steal it, and I’ll replace it before she gets home. Tho why a woman who needs to gain weight continues to drink diet soda… makes no sense.
Today, Tobias starts preschool - it’s actually called pre-primary. I’m very excited for him. He’ll be with kids his age and we loved how Roxy bloomed there. FCD and I are going over with Daughter to pick him up after school. I need to know where his room is in case I do the picking-up. And I haven’t seen him since last week - I need a Tobias fix! 
And it’s Tuesday, so it Laundry Day!!! 
Happy Tuesday!!
Mornin’ all.
It’s 37F, dark and cloudy at the moment. Rain moves in around 8:00 am, and we’ll have a steady, light rain throughout most of the day, with an expected high of 45F.
wheelie, I hope the job comes through.
boofae, I’m glad you’re feeling a little better. I’d stay home too, just to make sure I kept my cooties to myself.
bumba! I’m glad you popped in. I’ve been wondering about you.
I don’t nap often, but every once in awhile, I need a good nap! I tried to nap yesterday, but every time I drifted off, my husband would wake me because he didn’t know I was napping. It’s my fault for trying to nap on the couch, I guess.
It’s back to the salt mines today. I’m not really looking forward to having to work four whole days in a row. I’ve had so much time off in the last couple of months, that it’s always kind of hard to get back on track.
I hope to find out today if I need to go to Spokane next week. I hope not, but I have a feeling I’ll need to be there. It sucks, because it’s not really driving weather over the passes, and means I’ll have to fly and get a rental car. Such a bother. I’d much rather drive my own vehicle over. I dunno; depending on the weather, I may still just drive over. It’s all to do with the lease for our space in the building there.
I took down Christmas yesterday after I got the puppies in their pen for a good nap. In the end, I had to rush it and get everything tetrised in the closet, so I didn’t get it packed in there as well as I normally do. I’ll have to take everything out and try again this weekend. But, the tree, village, and other decorations are down and put away. In some ways, it’s always kind of a relief and my great room feels much roomier, but in other ways, I miss the glow from the tree and village and I am a little melancholy.
I don’t do resolutions. I think they’re just a setup for failure and in the end, I feel worse about myself. I try to take the days as they come and work here and there on things about myself that I want to improve. I don’t set out with a goal, but just work on something that needs it and privately celebrate the milestones.
Okay, I best finish my coffee. You all take care now, you hear?
Morning, folks.
Up, sheveled, caffeinated and (semi!) ready to go make the donuts. Yesterday I got my Sabbath school lesson done , as well as an art project (it’s on my Book of Faces, if ya wanna see it) plus also got my refrigerator cleaned out, where I discovered new life and new civilizations.
Shoe Color me educated! (and somewhat relieved – a glass setup for regular rats is a not great idea, from what I understand, too mush risk of Upper respiratory crap)
Kitten_Mitten Soitenly!
Melt 3/4 stick of butter and add a few healthy glugs of hot sauce and a sprinkle of garlic powder (I meant to add a shake of parmesan too and will the next time) stir well.
mix with 2 bricks of cream cheese, a half a cup of shredded cheese of your choice, some bleu cheese dressing (to your taste) and 1-2 cups cooked chicken, top with the other half a cup of shredded cheese and a few bleu cheese crumbles and bake at 375 degrees for 25 mins or until all melty and gooey.
Swampy: Many happy returns to OYKW… give him a big birthday hug from me!
I owe, I owe, so it’s off to work I go!
PS Love the “Dad” stories… keep 'em coming.
Somehow I ended up on a mailing list for sex toys. I’ve never bought any and never even went to such sites, even accidentally. I only opened the email because I didn’t recognize the sender and every once in a while, that happens with legit emails.
Not this time.
Not only were there many examples of their products in the email, there was a lot of animation - much of it bordering on creepy. ick. Apparently, a mere link to their website wasn’t sufficient to spark sales. In any event, not the sort of thing I want to see as I do my morning intrarwebz surf. < shudder > I need brain bleach. And I hope they heed my request to unsubscribe, but I did mark it as spam, so that should spare me unpleasant surprises in the future.
FWIW, I have nothing against toys and devices and those who like to use them. But I absolutely do NOT want to see twirling and vibrating GIFs in my email, TYVM. I need to watch some videos of frolicking puppies and kitties now.
Yeah, I’m not looking forward to getting up at 6:30am every morning again. Today is the last day of vacation, child-free, and I plan to savor it well.
I just had to reply because when I was a little kid, my grandpa used to tell me he worked in the salt mines. I didn’t know if he was putting me on or not, and I had no idea what he did for years. Eventually I learned he was a sort of engineering consultant for a major power company.
I stopped setting personal goals in general, or at least not the SMART kind. They just leave me feeling disillusioned. I’ve been going at it more like, “I’d like to implement this change.” By framing it as something I want to do, I find it easier to make changes. There was also a piece of self-acceptance in there, like maybe I’m fine how I am, actually.
Happy Birthday to OYKW!