Just finished dinner. Tilapia baked at 400ºF for 25 minutes, with a pinch of kosher salt, dried rosemary sprigs (they were fresh when I bought them months ago), and lemon slices; served with steamed yellow squash and garlic scapes.
He machined it on the CNC router after doing the designs on Solid Works.
Lazy evening winding down. I get the toddler tornado tomorrow so I hope I get good sleep tonight.
Howdy Y’all! We’ve been back from men’s night over to the church house for a little bit. As usual it was fun. We had a nice crowd on hand. The world’s problems were all solved, but, alas, no one listens to us, so chaos still abounds.
OK, I read everything, but retention is next to nil. ‘Tis rainin’ out and I feel the need for beddy bye time.
So true!! Here’s some more {{{{{{{{shoe}}}}}}}}
You know what? THANK YOU. I couldn’t understand why I was so pissed off. (“Well, you got the money back, soooo … ?”)
I didn’t even know I got “robbed” so it’s just … a weird place, mentally.
Evening all. A fairly quiet afternoon (including a brief rain shower) and solved the NY Times Moanday crossword, so my brain is still more or less functional. Big Bowl O’Sallit for dinner as I didn’t use it this week and today was expiration date, so that took care of that. Do need to add Ranch dressing to the next Kroger stop, thought I had a bottle in the cupboard and I didn’t, but no big deal. Temperature outdoors is below 75F so may turn off the AC and let nature keep me comfortable. Some more internettin’ and readin’ are planned before bedtime.
God Bod, glad you enjoyed your vacation, and an early B-day greeting.
Real Fish, I’ve written up a list of what get grabbed from my credit card accounts on an annual basis (Sirius Radio, Car Insurance, McAfee, etc.) Just forgot about this one, but it’s on the list now.
Well, hello nellie, it’s so nice to have you back where you belong… And those bubble waffles look pretty good. Sounds like it was a wonderful visit. And steal away, you can also use Huey, Dewey and Louie if you need another three name combo (Dewey, Cheatam, and Howe also works).
OK, 9pm and I just realized I don’t have to go check for mail because this was a Government Holiday…so onward into the night. Take care all.
I forgot to mention that son and DIL’s newest dog, Z, looks a lot like doggio’s Darcie. (They got her here in Washington state long before Darcie came into our lives.) I wish I’d taken a photo. They think she’s part lab and part dachshund. I can never figure out the logistics of pairings like that. Did the dachshund have to use a little ladder? 
I’m all unpacked. Why is unpacking more of a chore than packing? Or so it seems to me.
Oh! Also forgot to say, JtC, that son and DIL are starting to get into cheese-making. Yesterday we had some sort of savory soft cheese with mint. It sounds weird but was delicious.
shoe, glad a little light dawned. I get mad when I think of how hard you worked there and all the crap they pulled on you. Let us know what you find out tomorrow re: naturalization stuff. In lieu of a hug, I’m sending you a pat on the back and a “Go get 'em!”
Well, I do. I’ll get to work on that Ukraine thing tomorrow.
A pair of former Dopers lost their cat today. She was 22. I cat-sat for them a couple/few times when they got her. She was a sweetie.
When I was napping, I kept dreaming about boxes at work. When I woke up, Spot was napping with his head next to mine. Coincidence? Easier twilight sort between the holiday and Monday.
Some loader just throw stuff all over. At least my package cars are neat and orderly clusterfucks. 
Well, you get them anyways. {{{{shoe}}}}
Looks good. But her name reminds me of The Sand Pebbles.. You should put a 3"/50cal on the bow.
Cool! And welcome back!
Trampoline.
It’s almost noon here and I did nothing this morning. I was so far behind in sleep, I crashed for a while after my kids were off to school.
SenWife is gone for another eight days, including a quick trip back to Taiwan.
Damn, I hate anxiety disorders. I do much of the stuff when SenWife is around, but I just feel under so much pressure when it’s all me. It’s just nice to have someone to ask if this or that done right. I know I need to be better at it, but dammit.
I went to the doctor’s yesterday. They need to have an MRI to follow up on the biopsy from last year. I know more people die with prostate cancer than from it, but that doesn’t make me feel that much better knowing there’s something that needs to be monitored inside.
The kids are really good about it when I get stressed. They know the drill by now, it’s not them, it’s me and I let them know when I’ve just getting too stressed for the very typical adolescent behavior. They aren’t bad kids, just normal, but sometimes it gets on ones’ nerves.
This was precisely why I walked off my last job, where I was made manager (with no training) because… I’m a born Second In Command, and it sounds like you are, too.
Tell me what needs to be done, and I can delegate, make sure it gets done, or do it m’damn self. But I hafta have someone in charge, to tell me WHAT needs to be done.
Does that sound like your comfort zone?
shoe I’ll agree with that, which is so surprising that I’ve managed to run my own company for 15 years. I still don’t know how I have done it. Constantly looking over my shoulder for the boss to tell me what I’ve screwed up. Probably everything.
Happy Juneteenth everyone. For those who don’t know, government workers don’t get more and more days off, if they get a new one, they lose an other one so they only get the 10 or 12 yearly holidays they signed up for.
I love bamboo fabric, it’s environmentally friendly and lasts forever. Plus, it feels like soft, comfy t-shirt material. Sadly, hubs hated the bamboo sheets I bought to use in the summer and thought that the thick linen sheets must be cooler because of the looser weave. Not a hill worth climbing, especially when I’m always cold.
Summer has set in for good, currently it’s 85F at 2000. I’m watering everything and hoping that the monsoons will start. The weather guessers are saying this might be another nonsoon which makes me sad.
Awwww. What a good kitty, playing with the puppies. As well as teaching them to mind their manners because cats have claws.
LOLOLOL!!!
Yes they do. This is new and scary for you, but for them, it’s just Tuesday. They know what they are doing and you are having routine surgery that they have practices on a whole bunch of other people. All will be well, all will be well, all manner of things will be well.
He just lost his job and probably health insurance. Stress ages people.
Your signs look wonderful, such careful, meticulous work. How often are you going to have to refinish them?
Our UPS driver took a minute to tell me that he’s pretty sure that he will never be able to drive a truck with AC because only trucks bought after the beginning of next year will have AC so the bastids are ordering a new mess of trucks now so they don’t have to spend the money to keep drivers who are working in triple digit heat from passing out from heat stroke.
I do wish there was a practical way for us to boycott them, but we don’t have many options out in the sticks.
I agree with Nellie, they fucked you so hard that you didn’t know which way was up and now you have learned that they had fucked you yet another way? Yeah, I’d be pissed too. But, hey, at least they had to pay up AND it cost them lawyer fees as well.
As an ex-floozy, I feel obligated to warn you about messing around with the younger than 25 crowd. Experience makes such a difference and you were probably the best time he’s ever had. He’s gonna want more and at that age they fall in love and want to get married and have babbies and live happily ever after. But…wow, the energy and enthusiasm and stamina they bring to the bed is pretty awesome!
So happy you had such a good time!
Yeah. I remember visiting Dad and him thinking I was a home health aide. It sucked. For some reason, I can’t wrap my mind around the idea that the same thing will happen with Mom. It’s just not fair.
How fun for them! Cheese making is a very satisfying hobby, I posted my cottage cheese method in the Cafe society a while back. Playing with milk, or how I make cottage cheese and got responses from others who also enjoyed playing with milk.
Soft sweet cheese with mint is very nice. Do warn them that it is possible to put too much garlic in their cream cheese.
Mead just met keyboard.
I have just read Scalzi’s story, The Other Large Thing, aloud to my lovely wife.
Don’t take this the wrong way, but I’d snuggle the hell outta you. Platonically. Here, take my body heat, I have extra - it’s all yours!
Holy banana peppers, I didn’t think of it that way. Forgot that Ze Lawyers probably got involved. Dang.
Thanks for not being super judgy. I still feel like imma goin’ to hell, even though I regret nothing.
Hung like a horse.
ROWR!!!
If God didn’t want us to enjoy sex, why did she make it so much fun?
Lawyers who got much more than you did. You didn’t think they sent you the money out of the goodness of their hearts, did you? Of course someone forced them to do it. I’ll bet your little bit of money cost them at least ten times as much in lawyer fees. Now think about all the other folks they had to send small checks to and then gloat about how much it really cost them to steal from people who were working so hard just to make a living.
I found an old box of sparklers, and since the KA-BOOM holiday is coming anyway, I guess I can get new ones.
So - because some of you have been so kind to me, and I wanted to celebrate somehow, and I had a candle lit anyway - I lit my last two sparklers.
Monkey was simultaneously fascinated, and not amused.
I don’t know how cats can pull off both expressions at once, but … well … cats.
Up, caffeinated, and sheveled. off for First Heaving.
I was not aware Spot had an autobiography in print.
Yeah, Spot is apparently the Patron Saint of the Perpetually Annoyed.
It depends on my anxiety level. I can do things better when I’m not triggered but it goes up and down when I’m stressed. However, I do think I’m a better No. 2 than a natural leader. It took me a long time to accept that it’s not a horrible character flaw to not be a leader.
Part of that was that I grew up as Mormon, and we were all supposed to grow up and become gods in the next life. Being No. Two was a terrible thing.
Every Kirk needs a Spock.