Took a short nap, watched the Preakness, and a Vieux Carré. Now I’m watching F1 practice.
< flings ball >
and my one former roommate’s 180lbs. Sheppard mix would shove his slobbery squeaky toy in my face when he wanted to go out.
I got stuck in an elevator with Rupert Holmes. there was no Escape.
To quote Jimmy Buffett, “A man for all seasides”
Happy Saturday!
Thank y’all for the B-Day wishes.
I see I share with Miss Dog.
I was happy to see a BD wish from one of my (mother’s) cousins. I had heard she died but hadn’t seen any notice of it. I’m happy to see she is still around.
It was a rainy morning, so no dog park.
I had a rough night anyway. I woke up at 2 in pain, took some aspirin and went back to bed. Misiu woke me up, I don’t know what he wanted other than attention. If I had known for sure it was going to rain, I wouldn’t have set the alarm.
I think about getting an adjustable bed. I don’t want to waste the money if it won’t help. Sitting up is the most comfortable position.
I’ve been researching spinal stenosis and I realize I have had this for a long time.
I should have gone to the doctor years ago.
I got a few things done today. Not as much as I would have liked. It’s like chipping away at a boulder.
And more stuff keeps getting added. Our stock portfolios got bought out by another company and I had to set up the new accounts and there are a bunch of emails I need to read.
A lot of what I have to do is to make phone calls, and I just don’t feel like dealing with people right now.
I never minded it before, I even used to make calls for friends and pretend to be them when they had service/billing issues and such. I was good at it. Now, I’d happily pay somebody else to make the calls for me.
Life would be so much easier if I had a secretary… and a maid, and a cook, and a chauffeur.
Off to bed, dreading another weirdassdream.( I was with an ex in a spaceship and we almost crashed into Mercury)
Hoping I wake after midnight and get a 2 in Wordle.
Happy belated birthday Sari! It’s so good you were born and I hope you are pain free soon!
We certainly did not expect it either. Up until the young man gently closed the trunk, it was just a cute couple out on a date. (this was back in the early 1990’s, those old fashioned courtly manners were all the rage at the time)
When his switch flicked, I was so shocked that I stepped back, tripped over my feet and ended up on my butt and braying laughter. Hubs thought we shouldn’t hang around to see if the crazy included hitting his laughing wife with the bat, so started the bike and off we went. He pulled over a few miles later so we both could compose ourselves before riding home.
Of course, we had to know what the outcome was so went back the same time the next Saturday and asked the same waitress about it. Her eyes got big and wide and she snickered while telling us her version of the story.
Apparently, once he had worn himself out beating up his car (and breaking all of the glass, including the turn signals), he tossed the bat back into the car and helped his girlfriend up and escorted her back into the diner. He told them he was having car problems and asked if he could use their phone. After his call, they shared a milkshake while staring into each other’s eyes.
An hour later, an older guy came roaring into the parking lot, looked at the car and then slammed into the diner and thundered OUT!!!
The young folks scampered out, he apologized to the manager who had come running and gave her a hundred for the bother. The car was towed later that day.
I’ve seen some crazy shit over the years, and that was right there in the top five.
I am so sorry, but new treatment options are encouraging. I hope he gets better soon as well.
I agree, and I also encourage you to consider if you would allow one of your employees to do such a thing? I’m fairly sure that federal laws forbid working while not on the clock, there is so much liability involved.
The heat sometimes does strange things to people at times!
GG refused to even get in the same room with the disposable litter boxes and once I got my face close I understood. They have been returned and he now has a plastic storage tub in his carrier. He likes that much better, it smells like his house.
Happy Birthday Mrs. Dog!
I do. And crap. I looked it up, doesn’t sound like a whole lot of fun. The vaccinations will happen as soon as possible for me, I learn from others.
I once used cardboard and white glue to repair a hole in the floorboard. Tech tip: the repair will be stronger if you rip the cardboard into small pieces and use a whole lot of glue and layering.
I am SO sorry! May you have as many Pina coladas as you need to cope with it.
While I agree that she was out of line, may I suggest that you take your fruit out of the bag before storage? That allows better air circulation which tends to keep fruit happier longer.
I’m so glad you are happy. I agree that finding just what you want after such a search is so rewarding!
The Golden retriever we had when I was young would chase a tennie until his tongue was bleeding. The best trick was to hit the ball with a golf club. That knocked enough slobber off of it so it was harder to find. And there’s something really satisfying about cranking a tennis ball with a driver into the woods.
I caught Ursala Kitteh in the act of toilet drinking. I watched her get on the bathtub edge, step onto the toilet seat with all 4 paws, and drink. I have a toilet cat and a trash pony. Boy, how lucky can I get???
The clock has been ringing the correct number of bells. Mrs. L.A. said it’s not too loud. Now that it’s later, she said it’s louder than she thought it was. There’s a switch that says ‘Strike’ and ‘Silent’. You need to unscrew the bezel to get to it. I was going to see if ‘Silent’ works, but the Spousal Unit said to just let it ring to see if it’s too loud at night. OK. We’ll see how it goes.
She thinks it’s strange that 1900 is six bells instead of seven. I think that it’s because watches were four hours long, so there would be eight bells in a watch (0030 = 1 bell, 0100 = 2 bells, 0130 = 3 bells, 0200 = 4 bells, and so on to 0400 = 8 bells… and 8 bells for 0800, 1200, 1600, 2000, and 2400), and then start over again for the next watch. She said that in the Army, their watches were eight hours.
Turns out … yup.
Mentioned the morning pickup truck to S.M. who said that was def the cleaning guys.
So, I guess we’ll never know how they un-stuck the other car …
Some mysteries are not for us to know.
They don’t seem like they’re the kind to take a hint if it was whupped upside their head with a clue-by-four.
You would really hate some of my co-workers. I utter the sentence, “I work with friggin’ rabid racoons!” at least once a week.
Usually, but not always, quietly under my breath.
Cuz it looks like a rabid racoon ripped open the … yeah, you get the drift.
Which reminds me, if I ever find out why - when I took over fryers the other night - there was not one, not two, but THREE (ripped-)open bags of onion rings, imma … imma … imma glare into space for a minute.
Cuz that shit happens a lot.
I mean, the half-killed bags get used up (or married into a single bag) eventually, but in the meantime. . .
{ Le Grande Sigh }
Reports of her demise were exaggerated?
Is she perhaps related to Mark Twain, or Paul McCartney?
… and you won’t even share the other four with us?
{ pouts }
One Hand Washes The Other (the small-town version)
Stopped at the local dispo on my way home, so I’m still in my pizza work shirt.
Three budtenders dropped what they were doing when they saw me.
“We JUST ordered from you guys!”
“Did you bring our pizza?”
“… don’t mind her, she’s HANGRY.”
I had a quick’n’easy order, shot the shit for a second, and overhead one of the budtenders negotiating with the manager about their food (“can I walk home, get my car, and go get it?”) so I semi-jokingly said, “Hey, throw in an extra joint, and I’ll just go right back and get it for you!”
“WE’LL GIVE YOU TWO!”
Okay. You gotcherselves a deal! (These were some seriously hungry people.)
They tallied up my order, one of the budtenders personally bought me a (very high potency) chocolate bar (“It’s s’mores season with all the bonfires now; you make yourself a s’more with this.” “Yes, ma’am!”) and I was halfway back to my car before I realized …
… they’d just sent me out the door with a fistful of their own cash.
I mean, I would never screw them over. But it just struck me … I dunno, small town life?
Anyway, it amused the hell outta me to
1a.) show back up at work (“Didn’t you leave already?” “Yeah.” “??”)
and
2b.) pay for an order at the drive-thru, on the outside - so WEIRD to experience it from the opposite angle,
and best of all,
3c.) march back into that dispo like a fuckin’ rock star with their pizza and steak nuggets.
They wouldn’t let me give back the change, and when I went to put it into their tip jar the manager shoved it back into my hand and covered the jar.
I joked that they take care of me, so I go to work happy, then they make the local people hungry, so I feed the local people, then I get paid, so I go back to them, and … everybody goes home happy!
THAT is dedication! One of the best dollar store finds I ever got was a frisbee made of rawhide. I know rawhide isn’t good for dogs, but mine wasn’t allowed to chew on it. It was just for playing fetch. She’d make big, spectacular leaps for it. When we went back inside, I’d offer her a Milk Bone so she’d let go of the frisbee, and it went on top of a high cabinet.
Smacking a tennis ball into the woods with a golf club does sound satisfying.
Ms. Dog said to thank everyone for the birthday wishes. She just now trundled off to bed, which means I’d better brush my teeth. If I don’t join her soon enough, she comes back out and looks baleful.
Definitely too late for the memorial service, but this reminds me me that a recipe exists for Ugly Duckling Cake (includes fruit cocktail, brown sugar and coconut). Haven’t made that in a long time.
That sounds like fun for both the person and the dog. Person gets to work out some stress, and the dog gets attention and exercise.
Circle of Life
That’s fantastic! Thanks for sharing.
Forgot to watch Doctor Who last night, so that’s on today’s to-do list. We’re going to clean the windows in the room which are being renovated, and put the blinds back up. We have both blinds and curtains, as the blinds help with privacy (we’re on the ground floor) and the curtains help block out the light, as the blinds are against the window panes and don’t completely block out the path lighting. Can’t put the curtains back, because they are full-length and the floor isn’t finished.
Later there will be cajun chicken and rice for lunch, and I’m planning to bake a blueberry loaf and morning glory snack cake. And maybe organize the basement storage area, as that’s a bit of a mess. Don’t want to be too productive. Gotta earn my sloth badge.
Happy Sunday!
Good Mornin’ Y’all! Up and caffeinatin’. YAWN ‘Tis 67 Amurrkin out and clear with a predicted high of 81 and mostly N.O.S. for the day. The big item on today’s agenda is deheathenization, wherein I have Verger duty. Today is also Pentecost, AKA the birthday of the church, so must remember to wear red. Not that it matters that much under a black cassock. We shall also grab a McN.O.L. to bring back to da cave and eat. Nappage, day drinkin’, and maybe some quality cee-mint pond time will take care of the rest of the day.
Now I need more caffeine and to feed rumbly tummy. Then purtification for deheathenization must commence.
Happy Sunday Y’all! Happy Pentecost to those who celebrate!
ETA:
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HAAAPPPYYY BIIIRRRTTTHHHDDDAAAYYY DEEEAAARRR TTTAAATTTEEERRRSSS!!!
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Its 5.30 and light out!
I wish it could always be that way.
I wait all winter for this and you blink and its gone.
Morning, mumpers! It’s currently 18c/64f with a predicted high of 20c/70f and mostly sunny. Weather app says “Well, look on the fucking bright side. At least it’s not cold as fuck outside.” I’d agree with that, it’s lovely and sunny out there today, but I have no plans to be out in it.
Happy birthday, Taters - hope you get to do something fun today! On that note, you have logged a ridiculous amount of extra hours and that really needs to stop 
I know that’s easy to say and hard to do, but at some point you have to stop being constantly available, and being there to bail everyone else out. Sometimes, something has to fail (and even fail dramatically) before people come to their senses and stop taking advantage of you.
Mooooom congrats to your daughter, and yay for getting rid of the guest!
Belated happy birthday, Sari
Sensei sending good vibes for your FIL’s recovery
VanGo sorry to hear about the car trouble and the Lyme disease. Fingers crossed for a speedy and full recovery.
nellie so pleased to hear about your good news!
Flyboy I’m glad you were able to deal with the wildlife, sounds like your neighbour needs to be a bit more responsible with their cats if there are coyotes around. Also, nice story about your clock and the bells. Reminds me of this: Seven Bells
It would be a much nicer world to live in if we all did that 
I have had a busy weekend doing lots of fun stuff. Friday night we went to see a couple of bands at our local rock pub, lots of fun, met friends, had plenty of laughs and made it home by 2am. Got up late on Saturday and debated what to do with ourselves - I had to go over to my friends’ house to feed the ferret again, so we decided to go into town and get lunch at the Good Chinese Place, then I left 'im indoors to do his errands while I got a bus over to theirs to do ferret duty. Came back into town by bus and arranged to meet 'im indoors at one of the nicer pubs in town. Had a few drinks there then decided to make our way home via a couple of other watering holes (although not the same one we were in on Friday). Thus day drinking was accomplished, and we acquired pizza for me and a kebab for him on the way home, since it was his birthday yesterday. This was deemed an adequate amount of celebrating. I’ve got no plans for today and no need to be anywhere so there will be slothage.
I took some mince out of the freezer as I’d intended to make chilli yesterday but day drinking got done instead so I might make the chilli, separate it into tubs and put some in the fridge for tomorrow, and the rest in the freezer. He’s got pork ribs marinating for tonight’s dinner because they need to be used so that will work out nicely.
Up to an overcast morning, with most of today staying that way. But theoretically, we’re done with rain till Thursday. Tomorrow, I plan to put my 'mater plants into the ground.
Weds or Thurs, I need to have a fasting blood draw ahead of my semi-annual check-up next week. And MIL wants to go get a haircut this week.
Speaking of whom, I got to thinking that she gets close to $2K every month from SS and FIL’s pension and she gives us $400 towards her share of groceries and utilities, but she doesn’t spend anything beyond that. Which means she can afford to pay someone to stay with her a few days a week so I can help FCD on the boat or so we can just be alone a while. I mentioned it to FCD and suggested he talk to his mom about it, and to ask the hospice folks for recommendations. I don’t think I want to just find someone on line. And why didn’t we think of this sooner???
The house smells of bacon. I found a pound of it that had come with MIL when she moved in with us and I kinda forgot it was there. So I put it all in the oven and cooked it up. FCD will be happy when he wakes. I’ll be happy when the smell dissipates - it just doesn’t appeal to me. But it’s now one less thing in the fridge. Over the last 2 nights, we greatly reduced the number of leftovers - I think there are just 3 containers remaining.
And so begins my day. Happy Sunday!!
Me: < sleeps soundly >
Spot: < hops up on bed, flops on dogbutler head, purrs loudly >
Me: “Mgphfl? Breakfast time?”
Spot: “Oh good, you are awake. I require food, for the bowl is only 95% full.”
“She’s only mostly dead.” - Miracle Max
that’s cool about the bud guys.
I thought that was mice for a second. Like maybe you were having the ferrets, Pretzel and Charm over for Sunday dinner.
.HAPPY BIRTHDAY TATERS!!!
Crushed red velvet thong with matching wifebeater?
That’s crazy talk.
Ummmm. . . huh?
After being let known in no uncertain terms that I was no longer welcome in the Roman Catholic Church (yes, I know that my departure was not an excommunication, even unofficially, and that I was not asked to leave the whole denomination but just the parish I was attending) we ended up at a very nice Episcopal Church. We went through the confirmation classes and made it official. We do not attend often but are happy with the way things worked out.
Happy Birthday Taters:
IDK. Maybe you could add a cicada eating dog to the mix?
Happy birthday taters!
Up, caffeinating, breakfasted and fixing to do KP and Sunday chores. Not a whole lot shaking today except starting my SIL’s birthday present in the studio (I do a boxed series of greeting cards for that).
Stay safe and healthy y’all!
I read this as …”took some mice out of the refrigerator as I’d intended to make chili yesterday….”. Woke me right up this groggy, dreary not-nearly-enough-sleep Sunday morning.
Now, if it had been from our shoe, I would have gone right on petting the cat while desperately sucking down my coffee without another thought.
Glad you and ‘im indoors had a fun night out. Enjoy your 
chili and rock on!