Thank you for the vote of confidence and for the recipe, swampy!
Go swampy!
Funny, but Her Ladyship made chicken nachos for dinner last night. Of which we ate round two for lunch today. Tasty.
Reheating some nachos for lunch dirtied a sheet pan, a spatula, 7 serving spoons, two plates, two 3-piece place settings, two cloth napkins, and resulted in 4 empty Pyrex leftover containers and 4 matching color-coordinated lids that also needed to be washed.
Leaving just 6 more Pyrex containers and coordinating lids plus 5 serving spoons, a place setting, a plate, a cloth napkin, a sheet pan, and a spatula to wash when the one remaining serving of nachos is eaten by somebody tomorrow.
One is bemused; simply bemused. But damn she’s hot! And a good cook. And patient with my remaining heathen ways. And smart. And did I mention hot?!
I was going to come in and type all this wonderful stuff about my drink luck.
Then BtY walked in the room. The house rule (for him, primarily, because he thinks homework and school work are for mere mortals, something he is not now, has never been and, if he has his way, never will be) is that he leaves his phone and headphones with me when I drop him off in the morning. I keep them. When I can look into his school website and see that all the past due work is finished, then he gets the phone back. He’s also supposed to be working on this stuff during his PLT (read: study hall). There was one thing that had been due yesterday that I wasn’t able to check on. I told him this morning, please make sure you get it done while you’re in PLT today. Sure, Mom. Sure.
We get home, he assures me that it’s been done. I check into the app (ah, how I love apps that understand that sometimes, parents have a good reason to check up on their kids) and see a “Flagged Missing” for the item. “BtY, this says you haven’t done it.” Cue anger because “I did do it! It’s not my fault it’s not showing!” I go into the exact assignment. “You have attempted this 0 of 2 times. You have 2 tries remaining.”
“Um, BtY, according to this, you haven’t even tried to do this”
“Yes, I have! I did it!”
As I try desperately not to scream the thoughts in my head at him (read: You lie about this stuff ALL THE TIME. I should believe you now why?!!!), I instead tell him that if he shows me on his school computer that he took the test, then he can get his phone back. Until he can show me or Dad, phone stays hidden.
He leaves. About 5 minutes later, he returns, holding the (dead) laptop in one hand. “It won’t even turn on, so I can’t show you!”
“Yes, child. I know that it’s dead. You told me that on the way home. And I reminded you that you needed to plug it in when you got home. Once it’s been plugged in awhile, then you’ll be able to show me or, probably Dad since I have to get CtE to therapy today.”
Sound Effects: Stomp Stomp Stomp SLAM!
And, for all that I thought this part of the story was currently over, BtY just came in to show me “See, Mom, I did it!” I think he forgets that this particular program gives the time for each trial on the page. So I could see that both of them were done between 1630 and 1648. I had to tell him that I was glad that he got it done, but I wasn’t happy with him lying about not having done it in the first place. He is still insisting that he wasn’t lying. I wish I could live in his kind of reality sometimes, where the laws of my desires are the truth of the world.
Oh, yeah. Drink things. For the last two days, I’ve ordered one drink at two different locations and walked away with two. I’m having good drink luck. (Kinda anti-climactic after the whole BtY saga…)
Kids. It’s a damn good thing they’re cute or barely 10% of them would survive to puberty.
I admire your fortitude, I truly do. And congrats on the dual drinks. You’ve certainly earned them. I hope you’re talking maritinis or the like, not diet cokes. But whatever make you happy makes me happy for you.
If I had my druthers, they’d be vodka and coke. But since one was McDonald’s (so I ended up with two frozen sodas) and the other was Starbucks (where I ended up with both a tall and a grande Chai Frappuccino), my druthers weren’t able to be given.
Regarding BtY, I’ve been saying ever since he hit puberty that if I can survive the combo of ASD and puberty in this kid, I should be elevated to sainthood!
Congrats on the new car wet one!
Glad you got the van back real fish. I’m sorry about your uncle. I hope that your dad finds the care solution that he needs and insurance covers it.
I hope that your leak isn’t too bad metal mouse. When my sister was married to her first husband, they lived in a first floor apartment. He kept about a dozen cages of finches. One time, their upstairs neighbor decided to take a sledge hammer to the commode on their exit from the complex and it wasn’t caught until two days later when it flooded her apartment. The area around the finch cages had some birdseed that the vacuum didn’t pick up, so she had millet growing up out of the carpet.
It sounds like your aunt had a nice service flyboy.
Irked, came home, hung out for a bit with Nelson, the neighbors and assorted dogs. I got to meet the family who took two of the puppies. I’m glad that they’re being adopted together. Only four left. Should I put in a reservation for you doggio? (these guys will be BIG).
I took a fifteen minute power nap and feel human now. Thank goodness it’s my weekend.
Stay safe and healthy y’all!
Up from naptime, having an orange martini, making Smoked Paprika chicken, and watching hockey.
Who? 
I’ll put in a word with the Pope for you.(and I should for my Mom, too 
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It’s a thought. 
Oh, I was hoping that it wouldn’t fly by everyone!
My day is now done and I’m starting to think that my car needed a few more days in the shop. Today, along with the problems I noticed yesterday: while driving back from school with BtY this afternoon, the “Driver Not Wearing Seatbelt” idiot light kept blotting out my dash. The problem? My seatbelt was securely fastened; I stopped at Formerly Dollar Tree to pick up drink and a pan and, somehow, in the short time I was there, my unlock button on my key stopped working. Both lock and unlock were locking the car. Thankfully, there’s a physical key stored inside the fob. The ABS light went out very briefly this AM, then came back on. I’m thinking that either my van is possessed or they messed something up with the computer when they put the thing back together. I guess I should have been more specific when saying I wanted my van back. Because what I really wanted was my van back in the same working order it was when I turned it in to them to fix. I suspect I’m going to have to drop it off with them again. At the very least, I need to give them a call tomorrow and see if they have any ideas/will be willing to fix it at no cost since all of this worked when they got it and none of it has anything to do with the transmission.
We also had a minor screw up today and we’re not quite sure whose fault it is. For a couple years, CtE has had therapy on Thursday nights at 6pm, first weekly, then bi-weekly. Their therapist was taking over a managerial position, so CtE got switched to another therapist. Met with them once or twice, same day, same time. We had to change one week to the next week because CtE would be out of the state for a school trip. First Thursday back, no problem. Then, for reasons we don’t understand nor did we realize that they had done, we were switched to Wednesdays at 6. Since we didn’t know, we missed their therapy yesterday and showed up today. And we’ve found out that from this point forward, they’ll be meeting weekly (which we wanted - CtE is having a lot of issues) on Wednesday instead of Thursday. The Wednesday isn’t a problem, I just wish we’d known before hand so we’d have been there the right day.
Now I’m off to pour myself some vodka and fruit punch soda. Because I think today, I deserve it. That, and either finding a show to put on the TV to watch with Hubby or reading The Dreaming: Waking Hours so I can talk to Hubby about it. Maybe both at once. Regardless, this fish is going to sink down and hide for the rest of the night. Hope everyone has a good night/day/whatever.
I actually own a fez. Fezzes are cool.
Vodka & fruit punch sounds like an excellent place to hide after the day you’ve had. I’m exhausted just reading about it. Enjoy your well-earned break from vexing kids, vans, dads, civilization (loosely speaking), and all the rest.
Happy Thorsday!
It was a brisk 30 degrees at the park this morning. Only three of us, four if you count Rocky mom’s new beau. He is not what I expected she would like, he looks like a tug boat captain, I was expecting something more GQ. He seems nice enough.
JtC and Red, the dog food smells good when it is cooking, but not so good after it’s eaten. I swear I’m going to shove a cork up Ripple’s butt. I thought about adding some rice, but I’m trying to keep the carbs low.
He still is having a little trouble jumping on the bed, and getting in the truck.
He goes to the vet Toosday, so we’ll talk to her then. It could be the Prednisone, and maybe he needs a lower dose.
I stopped at a little convenience store on the way home to get some bread. I had to ask where it was, it was slim pickings. Two loaves of white bread and four packs of hot dog rolls. I got a pack of hot dog rolls.
I had somebody ask me for 50 cents as I was going in. I told him I don’t carry cash, which I usually don’t. I had a $20, I doubt he could make change. I’m not going to pull money out in front of that store anyway.
I got some laundry done, not as much as I needed to. I think we’ll have to go to the laundromat, for the bedspread and quilt. I used to take them to my mother’s, but that’s not an option anymore.
I’m sure once my sister buys the house, I won’t be allowed to go there. Niece2 already told me my sister doesn’t want them to have anything to do with me now.
The estate was supposed to be settled this month, but now it has been moved to May.
I’m so fed up with the BS. It should have been done last year.
I’m sorry for your water woes MetalMouse.
I know people it has happened to, the water pipes running through the floor started leaking and they had a flood in their house.
If we decide to stay in this house, putting in a separate laundry room is on the agenda. There is a small room that was added on to the back of the house upstairs, and it’s right behind the bathroom. Plumbing is already there, there is enough room for a washer and dryer, and a window to vent the dryer.
That decision is for another day though.
I can’t wait to see pics of your new furbabies, Doggio.
In my family we had the Sunday Flu. That’s what you get after going clubbing on Saturday night.
Nice work with Legos Ooopsie.
I would probably cuss a lot if I tried it, and then my son would take over.
{{{Flyboy}}}
Congrats on new wheels, Wet One.
Evening all. Soccer has been practiced, all 10 young ladies were there and I think we’ll be a pretty good team, we’ll have to see how the other teams are. Looks like a good group. Also signed up to referee two games on Saturday, so should get my exercise in so Sunday will be a day or rest for sure…
Also have the furniture guys coming in Monday to disassemble the sectional so I can actually lay eyes on the problem area. Turned the water on for a couple hours to run the dishwasher while I was at soccer and have it shut back down now. Still can’t figure how the water got from point A to floor B…still not real sure we’ve found point A yet.
Real Fish, hang in there; having two boys in the house each with their own set of aggravations…I do wonder how my Mom managed those years with Brother and I… And yes, I got the reference too…my little sonic screwdriver clued me in… And I’d be all over that garage with the screwups they added to your car…they ought to fix it gratis for you.
Hey, if you do that, red and I are not all that far away.
Red, I may have a few things growing around here, millet ain’t one, however.
swampy, glad for the no termites report. I get a semi-annual inspection and so far those rascals haven’t reappeared.
My goodness, we’re a chatty bunch, 32 messages since my morning missive.
OK, need to get the dishes put away and start planning for Firday. All y’all take care.
OK, Big Cheeseburger dispatched to Belly-land and nothing but internettin’ and readin’ on the agenda. All y’all take care
Does your fridge have an ice maker? If so, where does that water come from? We have a water outlet behind our fridge that is there to hook up to the fridge ice maker. I understand those can be problematic and because nobody remembers that there is another source for water, rarely look there when trying to track Point A down. Mom had to have a wall taken down to the studs due to mold inside the wall because of a drippy icemaker line, the only reason they noticed any problem at all was because the paint started bubbling.
Despite not using that tap for ice maker (it’s hooked to our R/O system) we have a water alarm there as well just in case. We don’t want that tap to fail and not notice that it is dripping.
I really do hope it’s something simple and cheap to fix.
I am really not surprised at this. I’ll bet you rock it too!!!
Yeah, no, the car goes back to the mechanics tomorrow morning and they are going to pay for a loaner while they fix their mistakes. I’m pretty sure you are right and that they just need to reset your comp, but if it isn’t an instant fix, this is their responsibility and not yours. Even if it is an instant fix, they are still responsible.
I learned today the the pizza place that buys my vegan cheese is going under. I’m not surprised, they were super slow and weren’t open on Sundays and closed at 6pm.
While I’m always sad when a local business goes under, I’m never surprised because there just aren’t enough people out this way to support any non-chain business and a couple of chain businesses couldn’t cut it out here either. People travel THROUGH the junction to go to Prescott or Flagstaff, they don’t COME to the junction to buy a vegan pizza. I keep telling folks that and they never listen. Le sigh.
I’m also kinda happy I don’t have to mess around with making vegan mozzarella chez, oat milk is just so slimy to work with.
Wow, swampy, that is 4 star level of classy right there!
When we go out for Mexican, we always ask for extra napkins because one of us is going to end up wearing food. Oh well, we might be slobs, but at least we own it!
Hubs made air-fryer breaded shrimps for dinner tonight and they were yum. He also made his special dipping sauce, which ended up on his shirt and not mine this time.
My BFF worked from home today and she is so happy! She got up an hour later than normal and got dinner prepped during her lunch break. She’s going to try to reschedule her lunch break so she can come to Wednesday Tai-chi with me because she’s doing much less walking and moving now.
I’ve spent the last couple of hours stomping on fires on Nextdoor. (The trumpist howls of outrage would be funny if they weren’t so stoopid and annoying. Not to mention that being a lead means I can’t roll in the mud with them anymore which is no fun at all sometimes.
PLUS, I think we have bats and I can’t ask about it locally today lest my post not be seen. For the record, I like bats. I think bats are very good to have living around us because bats eat mosquitos and mosquitos are the bane of monsoon season. I would like to encourage bats to hang around and know that most folks out this way agree and might have suggestions specific to this area.
I think we have bats because the levels in the hummer feeders drop so much at night. I don’t think we have raccoons because there is never a mess and raccoons are always messy. Plus it’s been wet and I haven’t seen any muddy raccoon footprints.
Agreed. When we arrived at this hospital this afternoon for a Dr. appointment, there were 2 very beautiful golden retriever therapy dogs in the entrance area. I was invited to pet them and did so. It was such a good feeling!!! I needed it and it started to bring tears to my eyes.The handlers gave me their ‘baseball-type’ cards. Digger the Garden Dog was born 12/30/17; he was so soft and fluffy with blonde fur; wish I could take him home. Fetch was born 10/15/19 and has reddish fur.
Very busy day. Showered, went to new work office, trained the division manager for 1/2 hr before he had to do an interview for new employee, tried to use the new computer I was assigned and couldn’t access anything except the accounting software-meaning no excel, no word, no outlook, crap! Home to find Hubs having difficulty making his breakfast so I finished making it, took him to Dr appointment, went to a Hungarian restaurant for linner (lunch/dinner), got gas in both cars, went to Fitness Center to workout, used computer in old office to print off handouts of procedures, etc for new division manager, went Krogering, then home where I emptied all the wastebaskets into the large kitchen trashcan, then took the bagged trash out to the rolling can and rolled it to the curb then repeated with the recyclables and took that rolling can out to the curb. Then inside to heat up some soup and plunk down for rest of evening.
I’m now exhausted as well. You did good, you deserve some down time!
Long ago, I heard (read?) a reference to “brown bottle flu” and I imagine it’s quite similar.
So sayeth Jane The Cane so shall it be! Beware her wrath!
Yeah, no. We’re open until 1 a.m. Fri/Sat and I still get shit (like it’s up to me!!!?!l) from customers who miss our old pre-Covid hours.
“You ain’t open till 3 anymore?!?”
Fuxk no, @$$hole. You wanna be on your feet till 4 a.m. I gottan application right here-- oh, no? You don’t want to work till 4 a.m. so why you bothering me about it?
Here’s yr pizza. Now, shoo, I’ve got five … no, sorry, now six, cars behind you. Take your complaints elsewhere.
That must be a relief for her.
Their handlers knew where they were needed. It’s not just patients who need a bit of doggie therapy. Caregivers & their family are under stress, too. Doggies don’t care; they’re just happy to help, especially in exchange for scritches.
INDEED!!! There are laws about this sort of stuff and I know how to research them!!!
(fingers crossed that it is just a simple comp reset)
The food stamp office was moved to it’s current location over 5 years before I started working there and people still gave me shit over it. Thankfully, I was the one in control of the interview so I was able to shut them down by giving them the contact info for the Governors office and refusing to discuss it any more.
Hubs and I did some counting on fingers and such today and think there are just about 10,000 people in the three little towns in the 15 mile stretch along the 69. (Yes, we are still juvenile enough to snert when mentioning the highway number.) So, despite the pizza place’s bad closing times, they were destined to fail just like the Diner before them and the Mexican place before that.
I’m still at comp because I was looking bats up online and I really do think we have bats. I’m so excited! Back when there was water in our lakes, hubs and I would go and watch the bats dancing under the full moon. It was like some sort of un-choregraphed ballet as they feasted on the night insects over the bright full moon reflected in the water.
TBH, the last time a bunch of us got together was for my other aunt’s funeral (five years ago?). But we did get together for this aunt’s 90th birthday in 2016.
I texted my uncle, who lives in the PNW, that the Grapevine was clear and no traffic. It turns out, he was at least an hour ahead of me!
He asked where I was later in the day, and I was around Yreka. I seem to have passed him and his wife at some point. They must have stopped for dinner.
The original pan was to RON in Anderson, CA; but when I got there it was still two hours until sunset. Why waste the daylight? If I just drove through the night, I’d be home around 04:30 (having woken up at 06:00). I texted Mrs. L.A. when I crossed into Oregon. She wanted to know how much longer I’d be driving. She was worried I might drive straight through. Knowing that pissing off SWMBO is never a good thing, I pulled into the first motel I could find; Comfort Inn, in Ashland, OR. I told her where I was, and she was relieved. More importantly, she gets to be right!
Had a taco salad and two Cadillac grande margaritas at a nearby Mexican place. Since I liked the woman’s long, pink hair at the Inn, and since she was nice, I brought her some churros just to be nice. That’s weird, I know; but I’d had two margaritas…
Time for bed.
I think we all agree that she was right!!!
I’ll bet the pink haired girl liked her churros cause I know you weren’t creepy when you gave them to her.
I went to the ortho doc this morning. I’m so glad I drew a dime-sized circle around the painful spot, as it seemed to help him. Anyway, he says I have plica syndrome, which just means the membrane around the knee got inflamed and caused a muscle to get inflamed, too. Or something like that. Anyway, he gave me a cortisone shot in the knee and said I should feel a lot better in a couple of days. When that happens, no limitations on activities. I think, though, I’d better use a lower incline on the treadmill for awhile. Overuse is one of the possible causes of this.
AND he said I could break up with Bruce! Poor Bruce didn’t take the news well: he collapsed and isn’t talking to me.
Holy moly, we’re chatty today! I love it, but it takes awhile to get caught up.
Me, too! Then I know whether I need to bother going to get the mail. The message that always gets me to the mailbox is when they say, “A piece of mail for which we do not have an image” is arriving. It piques my interest.
Nah, I just raised a LEGO-loving kid and have the foot calluses to show it. I was amazed that the big mug made of LEGOS would hold water!
shoe, the reason I don’t keep peanut butter in the house is that I love it too much, especially the crunchy kind. On toast, in a PBJ, on crackers, on celery. It’s really fattening, which you don’t have to worry about, lucky girl, but I do.
That is so great! Every time I meet a dog while walking, it lifts my heart. They’re so happy over the smallest things that I find myself feeling happier, too.
flyboy, glad you’re staying overnight instead of trying to get home in the wee hours.