This Boo hasn’t been more than five miles from home for months, unless you count an interstate jaunt to Omaha for TMJ botox injections (effective, but ‘ouch!ouch! ouch!). My life has been one constant flail for months, not unlike your last work week, just vastly less glamorous and picturesque. Long story, trying to amass enough bandwidth to post it, but the flail persists, making bandwidth elusive.
My son and his beloved were married last Saturday, a party was had following the elopement style ceremony. As Thomas, bride and I kept reassuring each other, as long as by the end of the weekend they were: 1. Married and 2. Cake was eaten, it was a wild success. Joy, hugs and cake were had in abundance. Tuesday they flew to Greece for their hiking honeymoon. I became a woman rich in daughters Saturday, hence the joy.
Thanks to everyone for all the congratulations and good wishes for them.
JtC, I’ll definitely have to check out Blood Knight and Diablo Immortal, whenever life decides to let me slow down!
Belated Happy Doperversary, red!
I used to work in the financial office of a University as an Admin. I remember having to proof Grant Proposals and all the work that went into them. Best of luck with all of it!
That is incredibly awesome! I hadn’t even twigged to the fact that those questions weren’t on the Rapid Pass. I try to give blood 3 to 4 times a year, as I’m both O- and CMV-. They love it when I come in. I actually gave blood last Friday and, for once, everything went smooth as silk! (I usually run into one of several problems: my iron is too low, my blood pressure or pulse is too high, or they can’t find the veins.)
Neither mundane, nor pointless in my opinion! Congratulations! I’ve always had the hardest time losing weight myself. My body just doesn’t want to let it go. I did manage to lose 60 pounds in 18 months, but the medication that I was on to do that (Rybelsus) was no longer allowed to be prescribed for weight loss. I’ve gained back about 15, but it’s still a net loss of 45.
I’d also suggest tomato jam. Hubby made some a few years ago when we got a metric asston from a food giveaway. It was some of the best jam I’ve ever had.
metal_mouse, we went to Myrtle Beach with Hubby’s family several years ago for my in-laws’ 50th wedding anniversary. We had a lot of fun. I’ve got pictures on the pier around here somewhere. I’ll have to see if I can dig them up for anyone interested.
I fully admit to skimming 141 posts and only grabbing to remark upon things that grabbed me. It’s a lot of reading and I really didn’t want this post to be six days long! So for anything important that I missed, Yay! Boo! Safe travels!
I grew up in a very small town in New York, 15 minutes from the Pennsy border. We actually lived about 5 miles outside of town on a couple hundred acres, with my grandparents, aunts, uncles and cousins living just below us in the valley. My sister and I spent a lot of the summer running around in our yard, exploring (not too far) into the forest and, when we got a little older, walking down the road to my grandparents’ driveway to spend full days playing with my cousins. My imagination got a serious workout, from making my front yard into a castle with the area between the driveway and the shrubs a secret passage. We played softball (and I managed to break the glass on the screen door), badminton, and a host of other favorites. I would practice (badly) roller skating on our smallish front porch and, my absolute favorite, I would grab a book and lay on the rock under a big tree to read. Pretty close to daily, we’d drive into town to go to the town pool where I learned to swim, or I’d spend time hanging out with my best friend at her house or her family’s pizza/ice cream shop. Walking around town wasn’t any kind of problem, since we had 1 stop light and maybe half a dozen cross streets. It was kinda magical when I think about it now. My kids would hate it.
My one bit of stupid (ok, one of my bits of stupid) when I was a kid caused a scar that I still have on my thumb. My best friend, her siblings, my sister and I were on the little alley road by the service station that my Dad owned, putting rocks into a glass bottle. One rock was too big, so her little brother tried hitting it with a hammer to see if he could get it in. Broke the top of the bottle. I was sure that there was enough space now to get the rock in. I pushed it and… nope, my thumb slipped, slicing it to the bone. We were able to get to my aunt’s house a block or so away and my cousin’s husband was able to take care of getting me cleaned up and bandaged up. Not the only stupid thing I did that resulted in scars, but the only summer-related one that I remember.
So, the state of the fishy has been insanely busy. Hubby got home Saturday night from being up North helping the 'rents get things done. Mainly he was playing a bit of chauffer and being the one to make phone calls. But he got to spend a lot of time with them, so that was to the good. I’ve loved having him home again. I didn’t realize just how much I was going to miss being touched regularly.
CtE was a rockstar the 10 days Hubby was gone. They helped me get things done, didn’t give me any trouble at all, and were just being an all around responsible 17 year old. They even took care of de-beeping the smoke alarm in my bedroom every 12 hours or so, keeping me from trying to climb on the step-ladder to try to get it taken care of. I let them know just how much I appreciated it all. BtY, on the other hand… was BtY. Wandering around outside, throwing a fit when I asked them to help clean some things up, just being his typical 14 year old self.
I’ve had a lot of appointments over the last couple of weeks - therapy for CtE, book clubs, the Doper get together last Saturday, giving blood, BtY’s Freshman Orientation, a meeting with the principal and VP at the kids’ school to make sure we have the best transition possible from middle to HS because of BtY’s… quirks. I’ve been to the chiropractor several times and it actually does help. At least until I sleep in my bed again and my back gets out of whack once more. I can’t afford to buy a new mattress at the moment, but I am hoping that I can pick up an egg crate or a mattress topper that will do the trick in the short term. Target has an egg crate for $20 that I’m hoping will do the trick.
I don’t remember if I mentioned the numbness in my hands before, but it’s still pretty persistent. The longer it goes on, the more I’m convinced that it’s a pinched nerve. It feels very similar to the numbness I had before I had to have surgery. I’ve got an appointment with my doctor on Tuesday, so I’m hoping that we can get to work on that sooner rather than later. I never really took into account how much I used the feeling in my fingers to get things done. My typing has become atrocious! As long as I can get the feeling back, that’s the important thing.
My trip north to see my partner next weekend is possibly in doubt. He’s got some family things that could be happening that weekend but doesn’t know yet. I’ve offered to come up anyway, just so he doesn’t have to deal with everything alone, but we’re playing it by ear. I’m kinda hoping that the issue doesn’t arise until after my visit, but it will be what it will be. If necessary, I can reschedule the flight, though it might be cheaper for me to get a new one, what with various taxes and fees and the like. Here’s hoping it all work out, though. At least I’ve been able to talk to him daily, and for a LDR, we’ve got a pretty solid relationship at the moment. So I’m a happy fish, having conversations with my partner and Hubby back home to hold me.
Tomorrow I’m getting another tooth pulled. I’ve been having to have so many appointments that, unless I can qualify for CareCredit, I’m probably not going to be able to get the few remaining pulled and my dentures until next year. It’ll happen eventually, it’s just frustrating not being able to eat a lot of the things that I enjoy.
I should probably go take care of a few things around the house, what with Hubby being at work and the kids at loose ends. I only have them around for less than 3 weeks before school starts. I need to get all of the work out of them that I can! Have a great Thursday, all!
Yesterday’s initial personal training session went well! 30 minutes of eval (including a body composition scan), 20 minutes of simple weight-bearing exercises, and 10 min of signing up/paying for two 1-hour sessions a week for the next 6 months – which, frankly, while not being cheap wasn’t nearly as expensive as I’d feared. The 20 minutes of exercise were revealing: I knew I was totally out of shape (unless “round” counts), but my legs are still sore! Just evidence that I need all of this…
Work was a little busy this morning, but things are quiet now…which is good, because suddenly I’m not feeling motivated to do much of anything. I have a couple of meetings this afternoon, but nothing I need to prepare for. And, after being “out” the last two evenings (gym + grocery store yesterday; live music on Tuesday) I’m looking forward to having absolutely nothing to do after I log off work today.
Meanwhile, I’m looking forward to lunch: two “normal” Uncrustables (peanut butter and grape jelly on white bread), and some apple slices…plus, maybe 1-2 cookies. I recently discovered these zero sugar fudge brownie chocolate chip cookies, and for sugar-free they’re quite good!
It really is amazing how much of a difference that makes! So glad you like the new place!
I share your ambivalence about Fuddruckers, but I gotta say that I do love Five Guys burgers. I don’t know what it is! To me they are similar to Wendy’s burgers, which I also love. I don’t care for the Five Guys fries, though, which seems to put me in the minority. (McDonald’s is still #1 when it comes to those.)
I haven’t flown since having bariatric surgery, but it’s been so nice to no longer have people avoid sitting next to me on the Metro. I’m looking forward to my first post-op flight, and finally not getting the “oh no” look from whoever sits next to me!
Hello, beloved friends. I meant to post Tuesday, but the phone kept ringing, and a friend dropped by. YesterdayI had a shot appointment. My watch was slow, so I just barely missed the bus and had to walk downtown to the bus station. Then the next bus was really late. I got to the appointment on time only to find out it had been canceled. So I walked and bus-rode home. The weather app insisted it was 85º. Since my sneakers were melting into flippers, TWPTB were obviously playing drinking games again. (“Hey, every time one of us says, ‘mostly sunny,’ we all do a shot! Mostly sunny, mostly sunny, mostly sunny!”)
I obviously survived. Today is supposed to be hot again, so I’m staying home. Laundry is chasing itself in the dryer, and the dishwasher needs unloading. Way too much excitement.
Surgeon’s office called. Labs show my Vitamin D levels are low–a very large club here in the PNW–so I have to up my dosage. No word from the surgery scheduler. She’s probably partying with TWPTB.
red, a belated Happy Dopeversary. So glad you’re here!
pilot, when you’re flying through choppy air for that long, how aware are you of passengers freaking out? I was on a flight once where the turbulence was bad enough that one guy kept yelling, “We’re all going to die!” which didn’t help anything, and the woman beside me kept moaning, “I’m gonna puke. I KNOW I’m gonna puke.” (Me: “Bag in the seat pocket! Bag in the seat pocket! Don’t turn toward me!”) And we never heard anything from the flight crew, which I think gave people the erroneous idea that the pilot and co-pilot were too busy struggling with the controls to lead us in a chorus of “Nearer My God to Thee.” I doubt anyone could have heard a calming announcement, but I wondered if the cockpit crew could hear the screaming in the cabin.
BooFae, glad the trip is going well. My daughter and her husband LOVED Arcata when they visited. I bet you will, too.
Boo, I wish you had the opportunity to get a change of scene more often. I hope you still have that Mother of the Groom glow!
I’ve read all and retained most, but man, this is long, so hugs of comfort/congratulations/just because.
Just a quick note while I’m sitting at McDonald’s. Decided to go North to Wilmington and see the Battleship North Carolina, which was a lot of fun and a lot of sweat. Now need to hit the road back to Myrtle Beach. Will try to catch up with everyone this evening Take care all.
First osteo appointment is tomorrow morning. Sure would love to get this bandage off, but I don’t know the post-op routine. Also need to hit her up for some Flo-Max or something. Can’t sleep at night for the constant trips to the bathroom; I’m guessing the problem is that all I can do, after sitting all day, is sleep on my back (or propped up) at night, which means constant pressure on the prostate area. TMI, I know. Sure tired of the nightly thrash, though.
Yes I was. I was temporarily blanking on the correct wrong name to call her by.
Strictly speaking, if the FA’s don’t tell us we won’t know. But we can hear them making PAs or talking on the phone among themselves between various parts of the airplane. So if they’re starting to have issues with a skittish herd we can pick up on that before they call us explicitly.
We’re also very aware of what’s bumpy enough to suggest a seat belt sign for granny’;s protection, and what’s bumpy enough to tell the FA’s to get and stay seated for their protection. Which often is more about the variability of the turbulence than the severity. Pretty bumpy but reliably so might allow them to keep working albeit without hot liquids, whereas just slightly bumpy plus a material chance of an abrupt nasty surprise we’ll sit them down too just in case we get that nasty surprise.
When turbulence gets to being regional, as it does following a couple of days of non-stop thunderstorms, the only smooth altitude is “on the ground” and the only smooth location is “6 states away”. The good news is we can cover 6 states in an hour or two. The bad news is it takes an hour or two to cover 6 states.
In 34 years I’ve never flown through something bad enough that I wasn’t willing to keep drinking coffee while wearing a white shirt. Folks get a lot more worried than the situation warrants. An understandable overreaction, but an overreaction nonetheless. Barfing … well, it’s gonna happen. Injuries? Nope.
We don’t enjoy bouncing along any more than the typical passenger. If we could avoid it we already would have.
It was so humid this morning (and our windows are so terribly un-insulated) that when I woke up, I couldn’t see outside due to the condensation. When I stepped out, it was like standing at the bottom of a pool.
I’m getting ready to head to Yellowstone tomorrow for a brief summer adventure before coming back to reality. I’m looking forward to it, but it doesn’t really feel like it’s actually going to happen.
Anyway, if all goes well, I’ll be rattling around Montana this time tomorrow, and screaming bloody murder while on a zipline the day after. I’m actually terrified of heights, so I’m still wondering why I agreed to it, but I’m sure it’ll be fun once the screaming stops. I’ll try anything once.
One of those “why am I even giving this mental time?” questions: which is worse to clean up, cold cat barf or warm cat barf? Sane people probably don’t give the matter much thought.
Apparently, FB has some sort of filter that picks up on kids in bathtubs - I got a warning when I tried to post a pic of Roxy covered in bubbles. Even tho I post Friends Only and don’t put photos out there for any perv to see… Regardless, they played in the water, soaked the floor, and got relatively clean. So I count it as a win.
And I managed to get Tobias to nap for about half an hour - I left Roxy in the basement watching TV and I rocked Tobias in my recliner while watching Baby Einstein - he was out in about 10 minutes. That’s another win!
Now they’ve been returned to their mom, FCD doesn’t want supper so I can just make something for myself - yet another win! Chillage shall ensue!
That was the same response I got at tai chi, LOL! Little kids without filters, whatca gonna do?
I’m glad they did well on their first day of school. I’m sure going to the dog park helped with that.
That is so important!
I am constantly amazed that the bunnies haven’t found our clover patch yet. Maybe they can see/smell the cats when they are in the catio?
Which sounds like a perfect wedding celebration!
That sounds bad, I hope the doctor can get something started for you soon.
Oh ick, I hate that kind of humidity. Have fun on your trip!
Today was Tai-chi and my instructor lent me an ice chest with a drain spout. Last year I broke ours and Hubs bought a new one to use for making beer, but it didn’t have a drain spout. I tried using it for a trip once and I didn’t like it because I couldn’t just pull it half way out of my car and drain it into the gutter.
I looked on Amazon and while the expensive ice chests often had drain spouts, none of the cheap ones do anymore. We started looking at ice chests in various places and cheap ice chests with drain spouts are no longer a thing. I’ve warned my friends about this and they are all going to treat their old cheap ice chests with a lot more respect now.
I also got my shots today, COVID, pneumonia and DTAP. The pharmacy tech shared how frustrating it is to be having a whooping cough outbreak in this day and age. I wanted to get the new RSV shot, but they won’t have that for a couple more months. I haven’t heard of any cases locally, but I always worry about bringing something icky to Mom.
Yes it is. It was also my parents wedding anniversary. In 1969 they were on vacation and watched it on a little TV in the lobby of a motel they were at.
I was fourteen and watched it with my maternal grandparents and my sister. Grandpa was not quite 69, he was born in 1900. I recently worked out that in the first week of October of this year I will be the same age he was then.
Howdy Y’all! We funeralized Tom in style. Hyuuuuge crowd on hand, which was no surprise. The service went smoothly, even Communion. Everything includin’ the inurnment was done in an hour and fifteen minutes. We et then it was back to da cave for nappage. We did not go out to the cee-mint pond as it has been so hawt (still is) all day. Happy to be inside in the a/c.
I made sort of a Greek salad for our dinner tonight: Tomatoes, English cucumber, a bit of green bell pepper, kosher salt, and some dried oregano. I left out the red onions because they don’t sit well with The Missus. Topped with feta cheese and Kalamata olives. I had olive oil in mine, but the Spousal Unit didn’t want any.
Low-cal, low-carb, cool on a hot day, and it even has some fibre and some vitamin C.
It is downright scary to begin to find yourself now the age of the elderly you knew as a kid. My Granddad was ancient the first time I recall meeting him. I’m now ~4 years older than he was then. In 2+ years I’ll have outlived my own father.
I had lunch at the hotel yesterday with my crew. One of the FAs was brand new. I showed them/her some pix of a memorable trip I’d been on immediately pre-COVID. We all had a blast in New Orleans, returned home the next day, and the whole USA went into lockdown the day after that. So late Feb 2020. She said she was in high school when that happened and I darn near fainted. Turns out she was 21 now. She was born a year or more after 9/11. Not “no memory of”; for her it’s “wasn’t alive yet then”.
Geez I’m a geezer. Time to retire.
Her Ladyship and I walked over for dinner of Spanish Tapas and Sangria. It’s nice and warm here, and actually less sticky than usual. Once back home I let that settle then had a second course of Her recipe for Sangria coupled with guac and pita chips. Thinking now about my third course.
Swampy it’s nice to hear of a well run send-off for the dearly departed. Nobody goes out easy or well, but at least their friends can have a party in their honor.
