Nelson gets Spanish. The bonus: some of the little neighbor kids love the fact that he responds to it (their first language).
Have you considered just a small turkey breast?
Up, caffeinating, breakfasted and fixing to do KP. After, I shall shevel and go to the grocery store for the week’s provisions.
Y’all have a great day!
Good Morning. Yesterday was a low day. Things were not helped by the Blue Wave barely lapping Tennessee’s shores.
I had my blood draw yesterday. The phlebotomist looked at my arms, and saw the most inviting vein ever on my right arm. I told him that it’s a trap that will only lead to bruising and disappointment. He said, “Now I want to try it for the challenge,” but he didn’t. It was a good stick, and I told him so. I got the results back last night. My sodium is still a wee bit low[1], and my creatinine level is good. My glucose level was very high, but I wasn’t told to fast before hand, so I guess that’s to be expected. My Estradiol level is increasing but is below target, so we’re going to have to talk about increasing dosage tomorrow. As far as I’m concerned, my primary objective has been reached. My new baseline is “feeling good” and not “not feeling bad.”
One of our regular yoga instructors shares the same name as Mrs Magill[2]. She may be preggers, and has shared the early news with Mrs Magill, whom I think she’s adopted as an older sister. Mrs Magill is looking forward to getting her baby fix.
Mrs Magill hit the Aldi yesterday morning to get advent calendars. She came home with a cheese one, a coffee one, a hot cocoa one, a doggy one, and an “Aisle of Shame” one.
Last night was shopping night. I came up with a vague menu for next week and off to BJ’s we went. BJ’s has a deal that if you spend more than $150, you get a coupon for a free turkey. I’m going to have to make room in the deep freeze.
This is why the Oxford Comma is important.
I was inspired by the Stupid MFers Pit thread and had one myself last night.
Oy. I hope today is better.
44 Fairy Tights and windy and overcast at 1030. I think the front is moving out tomorrow, though.
This is the first morning in a long time where the headlines haven’t been completely depressing. Nice!
My new Creuset pot is supposed to be here today. Very exciting!
Happy to see that my sons are helping my daughter with some heavy lifting. She is not supposed to lift more than 20 pounds until her ribs heal.
And now your moment of Zen:
“Nice laptop you got here. . .it’d be a shame if something should happed to it if I’m not fed in the next five minutes. . .”
Six minutes later:
Good kitty! Keep everyone focused on the right priorities!
When I was single, I talked to the cats in Hebrew. I have reverted to English since marrying my lovely bride.
I prefer a 4:1 gin/vermouth martini with several olives. Naked vodka up is not a martini no matter what type of stemware you put it in.
I have Things to Do but a carnivore has my leg pinned.
Afternoon all. Little accomplished and heading to the gym so I don’t find myself affixed permanently to my chair. Signed up to Assistant Ref a couple games tomorrow, providing the fields dry out by then (no rain but still pretty cloudly outside).
Knots, hopefully the updating is updated (at least for this date)
rocky, I do hope that they get the issue with the alarm straightened out soon, odds you’ll have a fire in the next couple of days is very remote, but still…
Taters, spotted a mother bear and cubs once in Yellowstone (along with maybe 300 other people, but rangers were there to keep everyone behaving) and remember a bus tour in a Park in Alaska where we were stopped at a bridge watching the bears fish, when one walked right past the back of the bus and I got to yell “Bear Behind!!”. Get feeling better soon.
Mollie, they always seem to find one of my viens, sometimes on one arm and sometimes the other. Keep feeling good.
Cookie. lovely photos!
I do not believe I have ever had a Martini in my life; given I seldom if ever even drink beer these days, douth that I ever will.
And need to get the shorts and other gymwear on and go forth to walk and pedal indoors. Back later.
I joined Sam’s Clun last month because membership was $25. Went today for a rotisserie chicken. $4.99, can’t beat that. I also picked up coffee, dishwasher rinse aid, and a giant cannister of Utz Pub Mix which I love.
I realized the only part of chicken Iike are the wings. I carved off the white meat for future use. If anyone wants a chicken with the dark meat, feel free to come to Northern Illinois.
They asked, it’s not a forced “make me” situation. She & I were both scheduled to leave at the same time - if Alt. Mngr. took her home, I’d hafta stick around till she got back. We were slow, I was bored and just wanted to GTFO.
If you have a neti pot or any of the similar saline-up-the-sinus products, they work WONDERS for nasal stuff. Helps wash the germ-laden gunk right out.
Yabbut, if they put their hand over their mouth, they go on to touch a thousand surfaces.
Face it (ha!) being in a crowded public space is rolling the dice as far as germs go. Always has been.
I laughed myself into a coughing fit over this[1]. Well done!
Those two pics back-to-back look like she learned the “Bang! You’re dead!” trick.
That’s just a shot, like you did in college, except dressed up and costs quadruple.
.. and nearly peed myself ↩︎
Drop the rest - dark meat AND bones - into a pot of simmering water until you have nice chicken broth.
Strain, simmer some diced carrots and onion and maybe garlic, add the chopped white meat, and enjoy your immune-boosing chicken soup!
If you hear a fire alarm get out of the building. Never assume that it is a false alarm. No one has ever died from smoke inhalation or burned to death while standing in the yard watching their house burn down. Stay out of the elevators during a fire alarm. The elevator can lose power in the fire and you are trapped. Also the elevator shaft is a natural chimney and the toxic smoke will pour through while you are trapped.
Another day of no scans and outside unit stuff getting sent to the 300. If I want to see Green Purple, and Orange on the Slide, I’ll spill some Frosted Lucky Charms. And again there was the last minute drama of getting things out, followed by the Left in Building. Cleanup wasn’t bad, I was out by 1045. I did my Senior Day shopping, and picked up something as well:
It drizzled on the way home.
I have Google Fiber.
Sounds like you’ll need a fifth to go with that forth.
Because if I was that small, Spot would eat me.
Looks more like six martinis later…
Basically “I want to get hammered on Aristocrat, but look cultured while doing so.”
This. So much this. You shouldn’t set yourself on fire to keep others warm.
I did not know than and kinda wonder if I even wanted to. How heartbreaking and short sighted. Surely not using incubator room to hatch chicks just to pay someone to kill half of them would save enough pennies to make up for it.
Somehow that makes it even worse.
Have a safe trip! Avoid Decatur, there will be traffic delays.
NOOO!!!
While its good that your fuzzbutts know that alarms mean treats, that’s still got to be scary and a total PITA.
Cousin lives in an old house that was built back when the kitchen stove was the main source of heat for the house, so his bedroom door is right there. As soon as he saw the bear, he turned around and slammed the door, planning to get his still sleeping wife and dog out the window. Thankfully the bear had the Run Away response too.
I hope you don’t get sick, I’ve been having allergy problems lately as well. I blame all of the mold under the forest floor. The wind has been blowing for a couple of days so the mold is nice and dry and easy to blow around.
If you look at the numbers, TN is really trying. All the polls show that more people voted blue this election than during the 2024 one. That’s gotta count for something.
Did the Mrs say anything about lines at Aldi? We’re going to be by there tomorrow, but I don’t stand in line to go grocery shopping anymore.
She is just lovely.
Oops!
So, back in AZ I knew a guy who picked the corrugated plastic political signs after an election. He just grabbed all he could find, didn’t care about the candidate, he just assumed they were trash and free for the taking.
He took them home and used them to waterproof his chicken coop. Then he had some very unfriendly visitors who explained that he was violating federal law by taking them without permission.
Next election, he gathered more signs but put the blank side out.
There was at least one bear in their backyard. Dog isn’t going out unattended for at least a year, if ever.
GDIL wants cruelty free chicks and you can’t get them commercially. Our best hope is to drive around with our windows open at dusk and see if we can locate someone with a rooster. Then GDIL could make arrangements for a few chicks in the spring. If her broody hen lives that long…
So after Hubs stint in the kitchen, he has decided that cooking from scratch is too much work even though I’m the one who’s doing it.
He’s bought microwave meals that we didn’t really like (too sweet) and today a meal box arrived. I already know I don’t like it, there is far too much plastic. If the recipe calls for a teaspoon of chopped onions, you get one plastic wrapped teaspoon of chopped onions. At least he didn’t sign us up for a six month subscription or anything like that.
we have an explanation of the morning fire alarms.
the fire detector in the trash room on the ground floor malfunctioned.
sometimes dust or fine particles (kitty litter) can trigger the detector, along with smoke or water. on weds, they removed the detector and gave it a good cleaning.
it malfunctioned again this morning. usually the devices will register a “trouble” instead of a full blown alarm when they malfunction. the company that provides our emergency system is working on the problem.
in our building, as soon as the fire alarms go off all the elevators go to the lobby level and lock. this morning the alarm was turned off within 4 minutes. if it went longer my plan was to wait with the cats in the fire tower until told to evacuate.
my building was opened in 1940. we have a really good fire timing for getting out of the building.
She got in line a half hour before the store opened. She said the line was not as bad as other years, and they only had to give out tickets for the wine and beer calendars.
Purdy (with a SW Ohio accent, like the one my grandfather had).
{{{nellie}}} I think it’s time to start again with the daily martinis. 
My parents are also looking into this, but haven’t pulled the trigger. They just got a heat pump and are still figuring out those details.
Had my doctor checkup today. Got a prescription for physical therapy (my right ankle doesn’t like going to the gym and needs extra help), an appointment to get new measurements for compression socks, and a referral to a specialist to see why my left calf is bigger than my right calf. This getting old stuff ain’t for sissies.
Bright Tree I haven’t read any of the posts on this week’s mmp yet except boofae’s initial post. Yours was the one right after the one I wrote yesterday. Well, now I feel I’m sort of up to speed. You do a great job touching on the important goings-on. I’m sorry to read that you were not well earlier in the week but glad that you seem to have recovered.
Not sure what I should do. There’s 194 posts right now, three of which are boofae’s initial post, BrightTree’s and mine. Perhaps I’ll just plow ahead, not sure how far I’ll get. Well, I’ve decided to go back to the begginning to get the details on some of the posts that BrightTree’s referenced.
Groceries are bought and put away, lunch is et and there’s a sleeping little doggy in my lap. We’ll head out for his constitutional shortly. He could go back to sleep when we come in, but that’s usually the time he wants to play, then I brush him.
Howdy Y’all! I am in my hotel room in Brunswick. Not too shabby for a Day’s Inn. The bed is comfy. Drive wasn’t too bad but did run into some bad rain on the way. Now I await the arrival of Priest (others are here) so we can figure out dinner. I checked in at the conference center and gave and received hugs from some folks which is always good. I should probably go sit in a chair instead of bein’ propped up in the bed as brain wants nappage.
Also, gin is the only proper spirit in a martini. That is a hill I would die on.
You would not die alone on that hill.
How irked should I be about a team meeting? At said monthly meetings anniversaries are recognized, my 1 year of actually being a full time employee is this month, no mention. I was bull-shitted along for 9 months of “term employee”, so my 2 year will be in Feb. But these things seem to be a big thing at the museum. Frankly I’m glad our director is retiring.
Yes, but a vodka gibson is my preferred substitute. Gimme those cocktail onions soaked in booze. Pretty much the only way I like onions.
I despise gin but the only way to make a martini is gin and vermouth.