I met her online. She lives 6 hours away from me in Europe, but we’ve managed to make it work. We make time for each other.
Holy … I was not expecting that level of detail.
The game I was talking about was Muskegon Heights though, and the out-of-town game was in Lansing.
How … how local to me are you?!? Or do you just follow random high school basketball teams?
Wait … the jelly goes into the eggs?!? Not on the toast?
Please tell me I misunderstood.
“Heartfelt good wishes for your birthday.” (I haven’t gone through the whole thread yet, it’s probably already been answered, but whatevs, I’m butting in.)
I genuinely LOL’d at this. Well played.
Irk was good. Got out a few minutes before 2 a.m. so a pretty decent close. We all agreed Ladies’ Night was fun - everything went smoothly, we all communicate well & work together pretty seamlessly - plus the place is called Mr. Scribs so I got to joke that tonight, it’s Mrs. Scribs and got a big laugh.
Okay, I need to have a proper smoke & mebbe eat a lil’ somethin’ or other.
Y’all have a good night/morning.
When I was growing up in MD, many.prople ate fried or scrambled eggs with grape jelly and ketchup. Baltimore restaurants would put jelly on egg sandwiches. McD’s would offer jelly packets with your egg order.
One of the things I’ve found about lowcarb eating versus bread is the dose makes a big difference. I try to find thin-sliced bread, and make my sandwiches open face with a big lettuce leaf as the top layer so I can still handle it like a proper sandwich. That cuts the carbs by ~2/3rds before we even discuss what sort of bread it is.
I’ve found many of the so called “healthy” breads are loaded with sugar by various names as they try to sell the stuff to people who are addicted to sweet flavors and don’t actually like the more distinct tastes of whole grains. IOW, the bigger and bolder the marketing speak trumpeting keto, carbs, or health, the less carb-friendly the product really is.
Morning all.
It’s just after 6am on Sun here in the almost-tropics. It’s 25C/77F with a very light breeze up on my balcony and the bushes down at ground level aren’t moving. Just the faint beginnings of summer humidity in the air. It’s the comfortable cozy kind of just slightly thick, not the goopy kind of wading through oatmeal we’ll be enjoying in a couple more months. Right now sunrise is an hour in the future and there’s no sign of light on the eastern horizon.
Intend to attend an outdoor art “festival” = sales event later today. Lots of those around here this time of year, and pretty soon you’ve seen most of the vendors as they make the circuit. Lots are local or at least from lower FL.
But many of the vendors are from the Midwest or even farther north. In another month at most the “season” for art festivals in FL will end and they’ll slowly migrate north doing shows along the way until by July they’re working festivals in MN, MI, and VT. Then it’s time to migrate slowly south again to get back to us about November. An interesting life.
It’s now 0630 and the sky is just gaining hints of orange / pink to the east.
Other than the art festival we shall be hanging out around the homestead doing little and enjoying every minute of it.
Here’s to a pleasant Sunday for all. Irk beckons on Mon for me; we shall see how the cards play out.
Good Mornin’ Y’all! Up and caffeinatin’. YAWN ‘Tis 70 Amurrkin out and cloudy with a predicted high of 85 and mostly cloudy for the day. The big item on today’s agenda is deheathenization. I have no duty today, so can plop myself down in a pew. However, afterward, the other Verger and I will be doin’ a trainin’ session for our brand new Liscensed Lay Ministers, AKA, Chalice bearers. The trainin’ is all of thirty minutes so not too bad. It’s just a matter of learnin’ how to handle the Chalice and the Purificator and how to negotiate walkin’ back and forth so as not to run into each other or the Priest whilst doin’ so. We shall grab a McN.O.L. and head back to da cave to eat. Beyond that the usual sloth and general overall uselessness shall prevail.
None of the nasty weather has made it down this way thus far. We’re promised a nasty day of storms tomorrow, so we shall see.
Nellie hope the pain is less today.
sari I’m sure y’all will survive the ham. As already mentioned the ham is already cooked (smoked) and preserved, so all should be good.
shoe glad irk went well.
Now I need more caffeine and to feed rumbly tummy. Then purtification for deheathenization must commence.
Happy Sunday Y’all!
Wait - how did I not know (or remember) you’re a Merryelander? Whereabouts? I grew up in the Towson/Parkville area (off exit 29 of the Beltway, if that means anything to you.) My mom and sibs all still live around Baltimore, ranging from Linthicum to Timonium to Jarretsville. We ended up in St. Mary’s County because of work, but we love this part of the state.
Speaking of breads, my current breakfast toast of choice is made with Aldi’s Loven Fresh 12-grain. I don’t follow low-carb, so I can’t speak to that. I just know the bread is YUM! Of course, there’s a lot to be said for plain homemade white bread right out of the oven… < drool >
FCD and I got into a bit of a tiff last night. It’ll smooth over, but what makes me crazy - if I ever say anything critical to him, I’m “yelling” - so answer me this - does yelling imply a raised voice or not? To me, yelling suggests great volume, and possibly even projectiles flying thru the air. I’ll yell at the kids if they seem to be ignoring me (minus projectiles) or in cases of imminent danger, but I honestly don’t think expressing a criticism is “yelling” - what say ye?
I dashed off an email to American Standard about their terlit innards - did I mention the one we just replaced started acting up the very day after we installed it? That would make 3 flush valve kit failures within 5 years - I think that’s a tad extreme. We’ll see if they do anything for us before we spend another $25 for a new repair kit. Unfortunately, due to the design, there’s no other repair option, dammit.
Today’s plans include FCD taking Daughter to get a new battery for her car - it’s dead dead dead. Then to the boat to scrub the engine room deck to get all the diesel residue cleaned up. It’s supposed to be a nice, warm day, which will help. Unfortunately, due to some broken pipes along some docks, there’s no water available at our slip just now, so we’ll have to carry it from the main building. At least there are carts.
Anyway, Happy Sunday!!
“Yelling” to me implies a raised voice. Sounds to me like he’s trying to suggest your criticism is sharper / more emotion-laden than appropriate / necessary. At least from his POV; reality may differ. 
I get that some with my new wife. We both have a pretty calm sensible affect, but she flashes to irritation much more quickly than I do. It drops away immediately, but her tone of voice for those few seconds took a lot of getting used to. She say’s she’s not actually annoyed, but her tone suggests otherwise.
Nobody ever suggested breaking in a new spouse would be easy at age 63. Not for either of us. Still and all, she’s well worth it. She says I am too.
Dang, @LSLGuy you got re-married in your 60s?
I’m in my early 40s - ancient & decrepit to my teenage co-workers, but likely a whippersnapper to many of y’all - but anyway, maybe there’s hope for me yet.
Finally went to bed around 5 a.m. after a nice cuppa tea and some time in my massage boots, so being back up at 8 a.m. is … suboptimal.
But after mandatory potty time, my tumbly was rumbly, and I’m too hungry to get back to sleep.
So some kind of foraging will occur now, then hopefully, I’ll soon be drooling into my pillow again.
Holy crap - I’m old enough to be your mother! Last job I had, my office mate was young enough to be my grandson. In fact, even the oldest coworker was young enough to have been my child, including the boss.
Looks like we’re not scrubbing the boat today, so I’m going to get some raking done after we replace Daughter’s battery. Plus I get to launder her comforter - Tobias got sick all over it - poor baby. I hope I really did have food poisoning and didn’t give him something. 
Up, caffeinated, and sheveled. Off today. I shall do the usual chores before hockey.
Get off my lawn.
FCM, yelling implies a raised voice.
Well, I’m up. Shoulder feels a little better, but still not feeling right in the bowels, so took some more pills to help, we’ll see how production is today. Nothing much else planned.
FCM, sounds like my brother, doesn’t matter how I say it, his voice goes louder and more frustrated all the time (one reason we don’t talk a lot). He’s always had a temper, however, but he does cool down nearly as fast as he heats up. Hopefully FCD has cooled down, might even realize you are right, but will never quite get around to admitting it…
swampy, enjoy deheathenating…
Pilot, enjoy the art.
OK, onward into the day. All y’all take care.
You lot will appreciate that I settled on some Mrs. T’s for … breakfast? Brinner? Whatever you wanna call a meal at stupid early o’clock in the morning.
Did the minis this time, with lots and lots of bacon and onion. Matter of fact, for the very first time in my life, I maaaay have gone overboard and added too much onions and bacon.
needle scratch
Hold the phone, what am I saying, “too much onion and bacon,” bitch, please.
I clearly need more sleep. Well, this should be a heavy, greasy, carb-y enough meal for Mr. Sandman to find me again.
Yeah; there’s plenty of hope for you. But it does take diligent effort to find good people; they don’t exactly fall off trees at your or my age. Not like when we were all 20 or 25 or whatever.
I was recently widowed after my first wife’s long illness and my new wife had been divorced about 25 years with her kids grown and gone for 15. I’d spent the last 5-10 years doing everything for both of us and mostly considering my ill wife’s needs first. My new wife had been concerned solely with her own needs and wants for the previous 15 years. To say we brought different habits of mind into the couples experience was an understatement.
We settled nicely in the middle. It helped that I was glad to be less burdened with other people’s interests and she was glad to have someone else to think about / care for. But there were some real WTF moments in the early stages.
Happy Sunday!
Up, caffeinating, breakfasted and fixing to begin KP / Sunday chores.
Stay safe and healthy y’all!
I’m not sure if you’ve shared this before, or if I’ve known others who do this, because this sounds vaguely familiar.
My grandfather would have eaten it - his opinion was that it’s all going to the same place, so it doesn’t need to be kept separated before eating. That atitude helped him survive the first years of marriage - my grandmother had no idea how to cook.
I could get behind toast with jelly and then put scrambled eggs on top. But I would probably forego the ketchup. Scrambled eggs with ketchup is fine - in fact I would probably add jelly or ketchup to many things, but probably not both.
This morning was the great time change for those of us in Europe. And the weather is changing back to winter, so two strikes against today. Tomorrow’s Monday, so that will be the third strike.
This morning’s breakfast was bread with cream cheese and jelly. One of my favorites, but I don’t normally have bread or cream cheese on hand. Didn’t feel like cooking eggs, nor did I even get the toaster out. I is lazy.
Lunch was thawed out taco meat with freshly grated manchego and heated taco shells, plus tomatoes and lettuce. Relatively easy, so I had time to make coconut cookies.
Getting more of the paperwork done, so that pile is finally shrinking.
I would normally go with nagging, but sometimes yelling can be done at a normal volume, but with a certain tone (and especially through gritted teeth*). My mom does the gritted teeth version. That said, classic yelling is with a raised voice.
Gritted teeth / clenched teeth?
Anyway.
Stay safe - seems lots of people are turning up positive. 
Good morning.
It’s currently 36 degrees and cloudy outside with an expected high of 48 and very slight chance for showers later this afternoon. Yesterday’s rain never materialized, but I ended up wasting good yardwork time because the handle on my leaf rake broke the last time I used it and I still haven’t made it to the hardware store to replace it. I did scrub the bird bath and bird water dish and provided them with fresh water. I also hosed down the pavers that are beneath the bird feeding station.
I need to do laundry today and I need to make sure that I get a pair of my black slacks in one of those loads. I forgot last time.
FCM, I have discovered that when people don’t like what they hear, they tend to hear a tone in the criticism, which may or may not seem like yelling. I hope that things smooth out between you and your sweetie today.
nellie, I hope your knee is better today.
Tomorrow is my one in-office day for the week. I donwanna and the weekend went by far too quickly.
Take care, everyone.
Either. They’re idiomatically about the same.
First thunderstorm of Spring!
As long as it’s not wailing and gnashing of teeth(that’s for when FCD sells the boat).
Afternoon, mumpers! It’s currently 8c/47f with no predicted change today, and mostly cloudy. Weather app says “Probably not a good fucking beach day” which is true, also since I live about as far inland as it’s possible to get, there’s no beach around here to visit.
Sheep on Drugs gig last night was an interesting experience. 'im indoors remembers seeing the band about 20-ish years ago supporting Pop Will Eat Itself but hadn’t seen them since. Turns out there were only two people in the band currently touring, and they had a massive falling out on one of the tour dates, so we got to see one person with a laptop and a guitar. Still very entertaining stuff, but really not my thing. We stayed around afterwards for a drink with a couple of friends, then as we were leaving the guy from the band and his roadie/manager were outside so we stopped for a word with them.
They asked us for directions back to where they were staying, and since they’d got quite a lot of stuff to carry, we offered to help. Walked back through town to get them to their lodgings, had a very pleasant chat about all sorts of things and then we got a cab home.
Up late today, we changed our clocks last night so of course we’re an hour out now. I had no plans for today, I was up about 9am to feed Shadow and sort out his litter trays, then a delivery guy arrived with some tequila so I signed for that. I’ve had a bath, and I’m making chilli for dinner tonight. The time in between will be devoted to slothage. The roll-suck needs to be used and the tiled floors need mopping but it’s not my turn to do that, so I’m not.
@LSLGuy Obviously, I hope I never face such a choice, but at age 69, I truly can’t imagine being married to anyone else. Should I be widowed, I’d likely just stay that way. I will admit I have a few quirks I’d be disinclined to change for anyone. 
But yay for you making a successful match!
We’re civil again, thanks. We go thru this periodically, and I know he’s stressed still, dealing with his dad’s death and his mom and brother, and I’d never say “Get over it already!” but sometimes… Yeah, I can be just a tad insensitive. It’s been a stressful few months.
We replaced Daughter’s car battery. Poor little Tobias was really out of it - so quiet! But he has since had a little to eat, so that’s promising. Roxy will spend the day with her other grandmother. I threw their comforter into our washer (their washer is small) and it’ll go out on the line when it’s done. I’ll try to do a little raking this afternoon - all of my flower beds are leafed-over. We’ll see how it goes.
In reality, I don’t want to do anything… 