I’ve noticed that his skin seems to be toughening up a little with the increased moisture in the air. Jolene can walk on his bare skin without putting holes in it.
We drove past the walmart in Logan today and the parking lot didn’t look horrible. Our local Walgreens webpage shows several warm mist humidifiers on the shelves, maybe yours will have something as well.
Hubs is a grinch who thinks bare white walls are great. I’m the one who decorates and while I do try to be keep him in mind, I decorate for me. And the cats. I absolutely refuse to share how many cat beds and trees we have after downsizing for the move cause then you will all judge me on what we had before.
I love The Nutcracker. I haven’t seen it as often as some, but it was a Christmas tradition when I was growing up and I continued it whenever possible. Mostly we’ve seen amateur performances, but we still got all cleaned up and clapped on cue.
I remember you telling us about that. You were an exceptional neighbor that day!
They were really rude about it and I got all sorts of offended because of course I knew about the local community health department and had been using them for STD testing when I was a floozy. I was a regular, they knew me by name fer crying out loud.
I still wanted to donate which is why that sad story is decades long. I value @BippityBoppityBoo advice and will call the blood bank in Logan and ask their opinion.
As to sister…I haven’t talked her for almost as long as she screwed my blood up. She lost two of her babies to the fathers’ grandparents going to court for custody, lost one in a house fire caused by a different man but the same drugs and then put another baby in the waterbed with her and rolled over on it during her sleep. Yes, drugs were involved then. I still gave her money and bought things for the kids, but one day she told Mom that when someone had as many kids as sister did, you had to expect one or two to die. I haven’t spoken to her since. Mom has shared that her health is not good and I don’t care.
That is a big part of my disappointment about not being able to donate. I’m O+ which means everyone with + blood can take my blood AND I am an easy stick with great veins. Stoopid sister.
It got COLD overnight! It was under 40F when we thought we’d go run a few errands so I got to bundle up in tights under flannel pants and a big fluffy sweater over a thermal shirt. I added a fleece lined hunter cap (with mandatory cultist hat pin), uggs and a cordovan puffer jacket to my look and ventured out into the cold. It was great!!!
While we were out, we thought we would try the Japanese steak house in the shopping center and the first thing the waitress said to me was “I love your sweater!” YES! A young person complemented my clothes, I’m learning how to blend in! Or maybe she was just trying to score a better tip, which was probably more likely cause it’s pretty obvious that I’m not from around here.
(one of Harry’s littles asked me what TV show I was on. when I expressed confusion, it was explained that I talk like the people on TV and she wanted to watch my show because I was nice and smiled a lot.)
I have never had a boba tea. They weren’t a thing in Okinawa back when I was there and while we went to Asian restaurants in AZ, I never saw it on the menu.
I tried my first one today. And made it about a quarter of the way through and gave up. It was so super sweet that I just couldn’t finish it. I fished a boba pearl out with my straw and put it on the edge of my plate and tried to gently cut it open to see if the color went all the way through, but it spludged out on the plate. Hubs tried it and it was the subject of much of our lunch conversation, so not a waste of money at all.
While we were out, we checked Kroger for turkey’s and got one for 69/lb. I didn’t think it was worth buying two, but then we saw the pork butts for 1.09/lb and were all over that. We also saw some hard cider and I got excited because I wanted some WV hard cider for Secret Santa…and it was made in Ithaca New York. (NEW YORK CITY!!!) so left it on the shelf.
Hubs suggested sending a can of Devil Hatfield porter (he was willing to drink the other five cans for me, what a guy!) so we will go back to the little big liquor store for a six pack if I get a Santa who wants booze.
But not if I don’t, he doesn’t like porter, he just knows that you can’t get more WV than the Hatfields and McCoys (for those who don’t know, poor Devil was the patriarch of the Hatfield family and he tried his best to stop the feud before it went past the killing livestock part. He became a preacher after the killin was done.)
It’s time for me to start making Christmas cards. If you want a handmade card from moi, please PM me your board name, your real name and mailing address. I promise to send just a card and I promise I won’t show up unannounced on your doorstep looking for food. I sent out three cards to Mumpers last year and I hope more people take advantage of my minimal artistic skills.
The Leonardtown Walgreens website didn’t show any on hand, but I got a Vicks model at the Mart of Wal and it seems to work really well. Essentially, it boils water and the steam is released into the room.
I recently watched a documentary on the “feud” - it was really interesting. Don’t recall if it was on Prime or Netflix or Paramount+ so I can’t point anyone it the right direction. But it’s worth searching for.
Speaking of which, I just finished tonight’s bike ride while watching a documentary about yet another British Trust property - this one had been an artist colony, and for the life of me, I can’t recall the name, even tho I turned the TV off less that 10 minutes ago. But it was on Prime and it was Season 3 episode 1. And they made a lot of mention of an artist named Turner.
I’ve got less than a row left on the current blanket, so I shall get on it. After I send a PM to request a card.
Evening all. Spent a good amount of time in the gym, pedaling and walking and in-between sitting and reading, the TVs had all the games on so i watched The Ohio State University blow another one, glad I am not in Columbus this evening. Temperature is down to 35F and is supposed to get to 29F tonight, which is really chilly for Ali-bama folks. Dinner has been devoured and have managed to actually catch up with my newspaper reading, so I won’t feel too guilty getting the Sunday NY Times tomorrow.
Coppertone, you have somewhere in case of emergency to go (power doesn’t come back on), a bit chilly up in N. Ohio now. Be well.
BBBoo, Sports Illustrated is predicting Nebraska will play Mississippi in the Music City Bowl in Nashville, TN. We’ll see if that happens.
Oopsie, don’t think I’ve ever seen The Nutcracker in person, some of it on TV, but not my thing; but I truly hope you enjoy it.
FCM, think I’ve been to 2-3 pro games, I could go to Atlanta or Nashville if I wanted to see one easily enough, but the ticket prices (not to mention parking and concessions) are just out of this world. and I see FCD is going to skip it, I understand why but kinda wish he would have gone to get away from things for just a little while…
doggio, somehow I knew you would come up with that line…
JtC, not much of a tea drinker (except for Southern sweet tea, you cannot live this far South and not drink it) and never been tempted to try Boba tea, glad you tried it and gave us a report.
And time to browse the internet some, there are a couple webcomics I need to catch up with and to see if a couple of my favorite You Tubers have posted. Take care all.
That’s not what she would say, though. I opened savings accounts for all of her kids and put money in them over the years. Not a lot, we didn’t have much but I knew the kids would never be able to save launch money without help. She learned about it when the first one still living with her turned 18 and got enough to buy a cheap used car and rent a studio apartment in a not so nice area. She lost her mind and much more drama happened.
We left the state and had tighter controls put on what the kids’ money could be used for when they got it…as in they couldn’t just give it to her on their 18th birthday. I understand things got even louder after that, but whatever. Not my circus, not my monkey.
It was much different than what I saw on TV when I was a kid, I never knew the whole thing started because one teenaged asshole shot another kids pig. I always assumed a woman was involved - and while one was, it all started over a pig.
I hope the humidifier helps MIL breathe better tonight.
It’s currently 27F outside and the temp is dropping. Something that makes me very happy is that I’ve not seen any stray cats here. Every so often I see a well groomed orange and white tabby but we are fairly sure he lives in the place on the other side of the tracks that just got the new porch roof.
Sweet tea is just too sweet for me as well, so I will order half and half sweet and unsweet. I think that’s just the perfect amount of sweet and tea, and you can’t get that taste by dumping a few packs of sugar in unsweet tea and stirring hard.
I like trying new things, so when I saw Boba Tea on the menu, the only question was what flavor. I don’t like super sweet things but I did think the boba pearls were interesting. But OMG, SO SWEET in an already syrup sweet drink.
The texture and flavor was interesting, though. I’d bet Roxie and Toby would love Boba Tea. I’ll bet my mother would have loved the salted caramel one, Imma see if I can have one doordashed to her in Boise.
It’s already designated to my retired school teacher sister when I’m gone and my oldest niece after that. I have documented it in a scrapbook, so that part is taken care of.
My mom just boiled them with bay leaves when us kids would catch them in the creek. She was a native of east Tennessee.
If you think that a bereavement support group might help, check with a local funeral home or mortuary.
When I got hit by the dump truck, I found out that my headlights were $245 each!
When I left Dad’s this morning, it was 12F. Both are pretty freakin’ cold.
Now I’m curious. What did you letter in?
I got home ~1430 this afternoon. Everything is unloaded, dirties washed and all put away. I put a mini frozen pizza in the oven for supper and Nelson is snoozing in my arms. He soaked up the laptime up at Dad’s over the past week.
While I have peoples numbers from church, I don’t know if they would come get me if power was off too long.
I haz no car.
I doubt anyone would care enough.
I wouldn’t even have enough for a night at a cheap motel.
The church people didn’t really need any help, but Mrs. L.A. was at the booth for a bit while I shot the rest of the roll of film in my camera. We met a nice, 14-month-old German shepherd named Atlas that a couple in the crowd brought with them. I could tell he was uncomfortable because his tail was low, but he was very friendly. The couple said they’d brought him to introduce him to crowds.
We made it to Smuggler’s Tunnel with 10 minutes left on Happy Hour. It was crowded, so we didn’t get our usual server who lets us order our second drinks while it’s still Happy Hour. So we only got the first (and as it turned out, the only) round at the happy hour price (we think). After 20 minutes when the server never came to take our food order, we decided to leave. I went up to the bar to pay the tab, but the server said she’d come to our table. I went back to the table, and Mrs. L.A. took my credit card and went back to the bar just as the server was coming to the table. I couldn’t see without my light, so Mrs. L.A. paid the tab while I was fishing for my phone. She didn’t leave a tip.
So it will be warmed-over pizza for dinner tonight.
My mother made us let them all go when we went home from the park because the sound of them scratching their claws on the bucket would make her…something that I don’t remember. That time I went to New Orleans and had a bucket sure was an eye opener as far as spices were concerned!
Hubs just told me that bay leaves were for company. They just got theirs boiled with salt, pepper, sometimes a bit of squirrel if they had it. While I know that he also walked to school barefoot in the snow, I do know that he shot more than one squirrel for dinner back when he was a kid.
Hubs was an “Auto Body Collision Repair Specialist”, aka auto body man. I haven’t said “fuse” to him in over twenty years because I don’t like seeing him turn umber and start to sputter.
Coppertone, if your heat is still off and it is getting cold inside, call 211 and ask for help.
So I got Mrs. L.A. a trail camera for her birthday. After letting it sit for six days, we took a look at what it captured: 21 videos of raccoons, cats, and squirrels. Fair enough. But… All of the night shots were dark. It’s supposed to have night vision and an infrared light. Nope. I looked up the manual online because the printed manual that came with it is in very fine print and is hard to read. The online manual said how to set the IR LED to ‘auto’. Only there’s no such option on the menu on the camera. I asked a question on Amazon that did not allow enough characters for a full description of the problem. The seller replied that maybe the motion detector or the lens is dusty, or maybe the batteries were weak. It’s a brand-new unit, and we live in freakin’ Washington. We don’t have dust. And the batteries were brand new, and were supplied with the camera. They said there is no need to do anything in Settings – despite the information I found in an online manual. The answer on Amazon included ‘Was this helpful?’ The options were ‘Yes’.
What bullshit. I’d return the camera, but Mrs. L.A. said that it’s not worth it and that we can get another camera and use this one for daytime videos. I did email the seller at the Outlook-dot-com address in the manual (the Outlook address is a red flag), but it’s Saturday and they might not be open (though they did provide the very unhelpful answer on Amazon). I’m not sure what day it is in China, or what their work hours are. If I don’t get an email reply and a satisfactory answer by Monday, I’ll leave a negative review.
I’m too old to accept things that don’t work as they are supposed to.
I took a short nap, then got up to watch hockey. I should have slept through it. Oy. But the Wolfpack did win in Chapel Hill, so that and the post game brawl make up for missing a bowl this year. But I’m having a Vieux Carré and Asian BBQ stir fry with asparagus, and catching up on F1
I volunteer to drink it!
And I second not speaking to that person.
Just bring beer if you do.
Well someone has to bring the level of discourse down to the gutter.
You just reminded me of when I was a wide-eyed youngster and went to dinner the 1st night of KOLLEDGE at a dorm cafeteria.
The food was absolutely atrocious, but … but … they had a pudding/ice cream serve-yo-damn-self section.
With sprinkles. A whole-ass tub of sprinkles.
Yes, I had an entire ramekin of JUST SPRINKLES for dessert. Yes, I got shit for it from my friends.
No, I had no regrets.
That was me at 2 a.m. after Thanksgiving. We got our first semi-proper snow of the year - none of the fluffy lake effect, just pebbles of semi-sleet, but still!
That creaking under my boots is one of the most luscious sounds.
I got a helluva laugh at this one.
Will hafta remember at work, where we’re … mostly … not supposed to say naughty words.
My favorite save is, “SHIT … ttakke mushrooms. Are so tasy.”
{ restaurant speak } Heard THAT!
Want some cheese to go with the wine?
{ paging our former floozie }
… come on, @JaneDoe42 if you don’t have entertaining stories that start with, "Well, so there was this busload of sailors … " I might lose respect for you.
Somewhere my mother has an actual physical picture (remember those?) of me, en pointe, as one of the soldiers. Bright red round circles on my cheeks & all.
That’s crazy, they must’ve been so exhausted.
I’m with you on that. I was sooooo relieved that someone else had taken over D.J. duties at work while I was fetching one of my other carless coworkers, and had set it to all 60s-70s. Lots of Beatles. No Jingle Bells.
I wasn’t shocked - damn, I’m jaded - but yeah, that’s some crap!
I don’t know if this would be of use, but there is a YouTube channel I watch called Outdoor Theater. The guy puts out food, like seeds, nut, and so on, the makes a series of clips of the animals that come to eat. Some are at night. At the beginning he puts up a note about how he can be asked about the proper types of cameras to use.
9 overtimes is the record, according to Sports Illustrated. The same source mentioned that the DAWGs game now is the longest collitsch football game time wise.