‘It’s [in] the water. That’s why it’s yellow.’
Morning all. Decided that after exercising Mon-Fri and doing soccer stuff Saturday, I was due a treat, so First Meal was a half-dozen Krispy Kreme glazed donuts hot out of the fryer. So I am typing this with a sugar high and a goofy smile on my face. Probably will go to the gym later today to sweat some of it off. Or not. Nice and cool this morning, only 74F at 9am so the AC is getting a rest, but supposed to get to 85F later today, so it’ll get it’s workout.
My Financial guy at Edward Jones called and talked about how good interest rates are now for 1-year CD’s, and I may take him up on that a put a fair amount of money in a couple this week. Still not sure, I like having money in the bank (conservative that way, born of having parents who lived thought the Great Depression) but it seems better than earning the pennies of interest my bank gives out. We’ll see.
Flyboy, that’s otterly wonderful!!
FCM, I’ve got 1600 sq. ft. now and that’s almost too much, so most sorry, hope you can get a neighbor that’s not much of a problem.
They had the week off, but Play Leadership Academy next week (you can find anything
on the internet)
doggio, very nice jersey.
Sari, best wishes on truck and back. And sounds lije Sah-son is stepping up.
OK, onward through the morning internetting, I also picked up the Sunday New York Times, so that should take 4-5 hours out of the day. Take care all.
Alas, I just closed the house and turned on the air. Dammit. On the plus side, I got my outdoor chores done, including mowage of the back yard. After a break to cool down, I’ll don grubbies and go see if FCD needs help in the shop.
I scored a couple of deals at Food Lion - apparently they had some Labor Day specials that were in addition to the regular weekly sales. The big surprise was ham steaks at $1.74/lb!!! So tonight’s supper will be ham and stuff. How sad that my purchase may be the highlight of my day!
One of Wifey, RN’s patients gave her a bag of home-grown apples, so yesterday she made apple pies. She tried to do a top crust, but she said they were as hard as a rock so she took them off and threw them away. The pies are kind of ugly. I don’t eat such things, but I did have a one-inch sliver. It was very good.
She had half a raw pie crust leftover from the tops, and didn’t know what to do with them. I pulled out a mini-cupcake pan (holes an inch and a half diameter, or thereabouts) and suggested she smear some Crisco, make cups with the leftover dough, and put a little jam in. I had one of those too. It tasted like a Pop Tart. Wifey said it was a good idea. She’s having one with her coffee now.
So what exactly is a “crusty bread” at your fine pizza establishment?
I know I’m late to the answer party, but I just googled [Muskegon heights high school football] and found everything I needed to know from the Google response page. With more details one click away at several websites. Looks like last week was the first game of the season. A 22-0 loss is not a promising start. Perhaps the Tigers are more Kittens this year.
Mid 1960s for me. Age 8-9, so no beer for me either. But it was a fun tour, I still can see some scenes from it in my head, and the brewery and local area was doing fine at that time.
I always liked their ads; something about “Tumwater, Washington” being fun to say, melodious, and also just plain silly. As in “Who would name a place ‘Tumwater’?”.
Buy another vacuum and keep it upstairs.
If you haunt garage sales for a couple weekends you can get a perfectly decent one for $10-20. I had 3 when I lived in a 2-story-plus-finished-basement house. One vac was then a few years old that we’d bought new from the store for our prior one-story residence and two more came from garage sales shortly after we moved in and quickly got tired of lugging the one up & down. Work smarter, not harder.
I’m confused. Banks or bank-equivalents are the only entities that sell CDs. How is a CD not “money in the bank”?
Nowadays the penalty for early cash outs are simply forfeiting most of the interest you might have earned. So compared to leaving money sitting in a money market or passbook savings it’s a one-way can’t lose bet.
If you think you have a realistic risk of needing some of that money before the year is up, split your buy into, say, two tranches. One is 80% of the money, the other is the remaining 20%. If you need some cash, cash out the small one, leaving the big one and its interest intact.
I agree; that sounds like a great idea. Thanks for sharing.
As to me:
Went to bed late and full. Which was bad and good respectively. Slept about 8-1/2 hours, so up waay late by my standards. Been administratin’, Dopin’, and caffinatin’ ever since. Admin happens at the desk with two screens, so no balconatin’. Yet. Now at 11am it’s 87F/31C on the way to a balmy 89F/32C with a few puffy clouds and a pleasant sea breeze. The edge is starting to come off our temps. Starting.
Her Ladyship is just up, so shevelment and feedin’ (again!) shall be next. She and Daughter will have a Mother-Daughter day today with all the kids in respite or babysitter care. So I’ll be bachin’ it with a pal for the afternoon & evening. Those are often pretty epic excursions. The sort where we leave no evidence on the internet to assist the po-po in tracking us down later.
I have yet another milestone today. It’s simultaneously big and small. Let’s see if anyone can figure out what it is. 
Mid to high 90s today, tomorrow and Tuesday. Shades drawn, AC on.
Scrambled eggs with diced chilis (Ortega), bacon, and a croissant with boysenberry jam (I’m a Citizens for Boysenberry Jam fan). The local high-end grocery store makes pretty good croissants and other baked goods. Got Paul Simon on the music box this morning and just chillin’.
Some excitement yesterday, as both an ambulance and a cop car arrived at the Manor. Haven’t heard what the deets are yet. Hopefully not a death, but with so many here knock-knock-knockin’ on heaven’s door, it’s quite possible.
Ouch. IME at late aged MIL’s place, seeing an ambulance / paramedic wagon arrive is somebody alive but having a very bad day. If a cop car also shows up, and especially at the same time or nearly so, somebody was found dead.
Best of luck to whoever it is/was and their family.
thanks
I knew Dopers could come through for me with weird esoteric knowledge!
I know virtually nothing about high school beyond my own experience - and my knowledge of football could fit into a thimble with room left over - so the notion of following the scores for a small-town high school football team is new & unfamiliar.
Hell, I didn’t bother when I was in high school m’self!
It is an absolute tragedy what budget cuts have done to the American educational system.
D’awwww! Otters are the epitome of cute. I bet watching them playing was entertaining!
I was beaten to it, but my 1st reaction was, “Is another vacuum out of thr budget, considering how much aggravation it would eliminate?”
See? A motley band of assorted weirdos we may be, but put us together and we know all kinds of stuff!
About a month ago we got new cutters (those wheel-on-a-handle thingies you slice pizza with) and new trash cans.
Sharp cutting edges that actually slice! No broken plastic shards that catch & tear the bags open!
I felt ridiculous at how thrilled I was, but though my reaction was a bit more than most, I wasn’t the only one making audible happy noises that day, especially cutting hot pizzas. (Imagine using a butter knife on a steak, then being handed something with an actual edge.)
How American! 
(Heh, the Discord code abbreviation is “us” presumably standing for “U.S” but still a bit jingoistic, no?)
Our version of cheese sticks. It’s a thick-crust pan pizza dough, just with a bit of garlic & cheese on it - instead of red sauce and all the usual toppings - then baked as usual (or forgotten! 
) and not gonna lie, they smell amazing coming out of the oven.
Matter of fact, I made myself one last night after smelling someone else’s order (monkey smell; monkey want!) and brought the leftovers home, so breakfast is sorted.
Imma hafta remember to bring that joke to work.
First game, eh? No wonder half the town mobilized … and needed consolidation comfort food after!
Nifty suggestion!
Maybe you can be the Mumper financial advisor, to keep you occupied during your retirement years.
We pay in snark!
I doubt I have, but … well, the first several answers that came to mind aren’t even remotely MMP-appropriate anyway.
(At least one was a poop joke.)
Discourse thinks it’s your Doperversary, the anniversary of you signing up. You’ve got about 20 years of doper or dipshit seniority on me. You can pick which one.
That’s what I was thinking. The ambulance left without lights and siren, and the cop stayed awhile.
Being issued shit tools at irk is a bummer all around. Getting new shiny ones is always fun. Doubly so since you didn’t have to pay for them.
There are several internationally standardized code schemes where all countries are given a 2-letter abbreviation. In all the coding schemes I know, the United States of America is “US”.
I just went through Discourse’s list of flags and only these 12 use those 2-letter codes:
Everybody else (~250 flags) has their country name spelled out. There’s no evident pattern to which are 2-letter codes and which are long form. Weird.
Sounds pretty darn tasty. And not the sort of thing that lands face-down on the kitchen floor and is still saleable. Next time I’m in Muskegon …
That pays far better than many things I’ve invested in over the years. I’m great at knowing and explaining the rules of the game. I suck at playing it though. Or at least I did for much of my life.
I like the way you think!
Ding Ding Ding! We have a winner! Chicken Dinner!
20 years ago today I started pissing my free time down this rat-hole communing with this fine collection of wonderful people.
Something about here must agree with me. Discourse says I’ve read 425,000 posts, made 38,500 posts, and stopped by about every other day on average. Which is pretty impressive considering I’ve taken two sabbaticals totaling 4 years.
dogbuter: < cleans cat food bowl >
Spot : < immediately begins loudly starving to death >
Goo is a antebellum lady. ‘If ah don’t eat soon, ah shall surely perish! Perish to death!’
You have better eyes for detail than me.
Ah, shit. Yeah, that’s a foregone conclusion.
Sorry you hafta see that kind of mortality reminder.
… and so the retirement “filling time” begins.
The Gerald Ford airport is nearabouts. Ever been?
(I have. It’s tiny.)
Oh, my gawd, I’m dying in cat owner.
I’m adding this to my repertoire. When I come home, Monkey howls at me, and I usually respond, “Oh my gawd, so much drama, within your llama!”
At which point, he sometimes flops sideways onto the floor (right where my foot is about to step!) and ups the meow volume. I hastily re-jigger my balance, point out that he has capsized, and ask if gravity was just too much for him that day.
We all have our little rituals.
Now imma ask how loudly he plans to starve to death.
(That’ll show him who’s boss!)
‘So much drama within your prana!’
Johnny_LA, otters!!!
*Moooom, sorry, you couldn’t pay me 500K to live in Maryland again. I made my escape in the 1980s and only go back to visit once a year or so.
Happy doperversary!
The invitations are finished! I’ll ship them this week. Now, I can work on one of my own projects. 
Sunday dinner was made (pan grilled chicken thighs, mushroom tortellini with a nice spinach-mushroom cream sauce and topped with a bit of parm) and et. Now to start a new project and chill.
Shouldn’t that be “Perish to DAY-eth!”
FCD was stahvink, so we ate early - ham steak, corn on the cob, and green beans. Then I replaces a button and some hooks and eyes on a pair of Daughter’s pants. Somebody shoulda taught that girl to sew!!! 
I declare it to be chillage time.
My kitty says - in a very bad British accent - “Mother cares not for me. I do believe I shall perish.”
Which is odd, because she should be speaking fluent Pittsburghese: “Yinz need to feed me, n’at!”