What a typo! 
(That would not be a good meatloaf.)
Yeah, because you left out the tofu.
Last time I made tofu, I left out the cashews. 
(It was still good. But it would have been better with the drupes.)
I’ve compiled my MMP posts in a journal up through the beginning of April.
Thank you all. Just thank you. You all have been so supportive of me, and it means so much. I’m all weepy again. I want to hug you all, and I’m not really a hugger.
For my fellow insomniacs who enjoy such things, there is a lovely full moon glowing tonight.
Guilty on both counts. Insomniac and beguiled by an exuberant full moon.
Good Mornin’ Y’all! Up and caffeinatin’. YAWN ‘Tis 48 Amurrkin out and clear (the moon is so bright!) with a predicted high of 73 and sunny. A lot cooler than normal for these parts this time of year. The big item on today’s agenda is deheathenization followed by first Sunday brunch. TBH, if’n I hadn’t made all this food to take I would seriously consider stayin’ in da cave. However, the food is made, so we shall go forth. I know I’ll be glad we did once I get there. At least we shall be well-fed. The rest of the day will be devoted to high RDOS sloth.
red the doggie bakery sounds innerestin’. I suppose a big metropolitan area could support such a business. I could not imagine it lastin’ in these parts.
doggio and FlyBoy I consider mint juleps a way to mess up good bourbon.
Mollie I am glad we Mumpers have been able to provide you with support. This will, of course, continue.
JtC if you do decide to go, I hope you find whatever it is you are lookin’ for in church.
Now I need more caffeine and to feed rumbly tummy. Then, purtification for deheathenization must commence.
Happy Sunday Y’all!
Up, caffeinated, and sheveled. Off today. The usual morning cleaning and afternoon sloth is on the agenda.Spot is watching Jays Of Our Lives in the sunroom. It’s 40 degrees Ferret Height(4.444 Centipedes) outside. On May 3rd.
Morning.
The termpature has dropped from a mostly sunny and pleasant 18ish Centipedes yesterday to a miserable overcast 10 today, though we definitely needed the rain we had overnight.
I did remember to go buy some fleece for the 'mater plant yesterday, so the frost warning has vanished from next week’s forecast. It was only 60p for the fleece anyway, worth it to reverse-psychology the weather, though a couple of strawberry plants did sneakily jump into my basket as well, while I was distracted. They were dirt cheap and I want a few different ones to fruit through the season, hopefully as the start of a proper fruit patch, once I get the time to prepare one. I’m trying to stop buying plants until I’ve at least got the ones I have planted out as the sheer number of plants waiting to go out was getting a little silly, but obviously cheap strawberry plants don’t count. I have made some progress on the planting out, but it’s slow, as there’s still so many weeds- including small sycamore trees, though I’m down to only 3 or 4 left in the main section. There were around 20, I think, originally, most of which were growing inside of other bushes, some of which also need to come out…
Gardening and defilthifying the house should be the main jobs for today I think. I need to make a big pot of something to heat up for dinner for the next few days as well, as I reckon I’ll be back late and too tahred to cook.
Unless one is under a cloud of clouds. Dammit. Roxy got a small telescope for her birthday and her yard is almost completely under trees, so she left to 'scope to use here. Which the stoopit clouds prevented. Bummer…
Speaking of doggie treats, FB has been overpowering me with ads for “human grade” dog food. I can’t imagine why I’d spend extra $$$ to feed a dog who’s just as happy eating sticks and cat poop. (OK, he can’t get to the cat poop, but considering how Higgs loved the little feline turds, I’m extrapolating.) And when we talked to our vet, turns out she feeds her dogs the same Purina Plus that we feed Otis. So I shan’t be guilted into feeding Otis meals made from “fresh ingredients” even if the dog in the ads snarfs it down. He’s doing quite fine snarfing down his kibbles with occasional additions of egg or wet food or carrot chunks. < kicks soapbox under couch >
Them grands tried my patience last night till I realized it wasn’t just playing. Roxy was really disturbed by whatever she imagined she saw in the floral pattern of the curtains. I wasn’t sure what to do, so I let them watch TV on her tablet and they eventually fell asleep around midnight. This is new - they’ve never been afraid to fall asleep, altho they seem to need the lights on. I need to find out from Daughter what’s the deal. It’s 7:30 and they’re still asleep. I, on the other hand, woke around 5 (or was it 6?) and I’m still exhausted.
Anyway, when they rise, dress, and have breakfast, I’ll be taking them home. I’ve got a little I want to do on the boat, then I’ll return home. Not sure if I’ll have time or energy to put in some more work in the yard. I’m formulating a plan, and I need to get a couple of trellises, among other things.
Meanwhile, caffeination continues. Happy Sunday!
I have changed the sheets and comforter with minimal helpinterference from Spot. But now his nap nook shall be comforter-less till the afternoon.
Having watched dogs do that and lick their own anus, “nutritionally complete” and " non toxic" are enough boxes checked on the dog food choice list.
Woke up last night with pain in my big toe. I thought it might be a toenail issue, but now I think it may be a gout attack. No swelling or redness, but extremely sensitive to any pressure. Any suggestions welcome.
Morning, all. 51 ferrets, with 76 expected. I have a writers’ group today and might actually drive myself there. Also on the agenda is settling up $ with a friend, a weekly wtiting accountability email, and making wonton soup with baby bak choi from the garden.
I spent some time reading about people’s surgical outcomes on Reddit. Such whining about laparoscopy changing the shape of their navels. Not like, yeah, that was weird and they should have told me, but AAAAHHHH! I HAVE A PANIC ATTACK EVERY TIME I SEE MY BELLY AND I CAN’T LOOK IN A MIRROR BECAUSE NOW IT’S DEEPER/SHALLOWER/AT A DIFFERENT ANGLE/NOT THE SAME!! Even at what I presume is their age, I wouldn’t have reacted this way (and while some probably have body dysmorphia, there are hundreds of ICK! MY NAVEL IS CHANGED!! posts. I mean, it’s your belly button looking different, not gender dysphoria or having half your nose removed due to cancer or losing a leg to an IED. As a person of a certain age, I’m just rich in scars and bodily changes, now including the aforementioned different navel.
I dunno. I get that bodies matter to our sense of self, but this feels less like identity and more like a false belief about how EVERYONE IS LOOKING WITH DISGUST AT MY NAVEL! I will be thinking about this more. I want to be compassionate, and also this seems like a huge diversion of energy to fuel anxiety and self-loathing.
I don’t have much to say today. I paid zero attention to the spectacle that is the Kentucky Derby. FCMom, congrats on making the deck vanish. I’m also confused over the nature of freeze-dried ice cream. That seems like a defiance of physics, or something.
I didn’t think navel gazing would be so literal… Not sure I could pick my navel out of a line-up, and I did get it pierced as a teenager.
Morning all. Got about 8 hours of sleep and feel somewhat better, probably low-exertion day today. Damn near fell asleep walking to the bedroom last night, I was so tired, but had 3 bladder alerts to wake me up during the night, so that didn’t help. Heading over to Olive Garden in a few hours but until then I’ll just internet. 52F heading to 70F and we’re supposed to reach 80F tomorrow, so there is that to look forward to.
Didn’t see the moon, will try to catch it next time (the great thing about the moon cycles is if you miss one another will come along in due time…)
Eat well, swampy.
Glad you and the plants survived the weather, Nut. Enjoy gardening (house-irk maybe not so much).
FCM, ‘human grade’ dog food is when you die all alone and your dog(s) are starving… 
Cookie, Boo! (Not Our Boo) on the gout returning, hope it is just a temporary ache.
Lily, sounds like a fun day. And I’ve heard the term navel-gazing before, but those folks are really going overboard about it. Ask them if they’d rather have a 12-inch scar and 6-8 weeks of recuperation instead…
Knots, like you I have no clue who won the Kentucky Derby. I used to have an old saying up on my wall that said “Horse Sense is what keeps horses from betting on people”. Some truth there.
And off to explore the wilds of the internet for a bit. Have a good Sunday all.
Good morning, all! Mrs Magill and Squeaky are still tired from Friday, so we slept in a bit. She and Chloé are playing Squeaky toy, occasionally interrupted by Mrs Magill’s sneezures when the sun catches her eye.
I reached out to the MTTA and now know the time and place of the next meeting. I have officially run out of excuses for chickening out. The folks I met at the Pride fest last year were very nice.
I had a dream about transitioning this morning. I don’t remember any details, but woke up feeling kinda positive.
One observation I’ve made in the process of coming out is that most everyone has been very positive, which I appreciate. It means I’m trusting the right people.
BBBoo & Shoe - Dagummit, I missed the moon.
Yebbut, what if I become a total jerk and try to alienate everyone? What about then?
FCM - When I was little, I would pattern recognize faces in the wallpaper of the sitting room, some of them were quite frightening.
I’ve had at least one in my life. Maybe even two or three. I’d rather just have the bourbon.
I’m often amazed at things that seem to matter to some people. Even when I was younger, I don’t think I got all wound up over stuff like that, but maybe I’m misremembering or maybe I started not caring about stuff like that at an early age. Dunno. But if being wound up about scars and other body imperfections really weighed on me, I’d be curled up in a corner in the fetal position wailing and gnashing my teeth. Granted, I might react differently if I had a huge scar on my face or a missing digit or some such. Who knows? But I’m pretty sure I never gave my belly button much thought at all.
Sweetie, that has nothing to do with one’s sex or orientation or any of that. Jerkage is an equal opportunity affliction. Jerks gonna jerk… That sounds dirty 
Gotta run - gotta take the grands home. More later…
Gardening, like most hobbies, is as much collecting and rearranging as it is actually gardening.
When Nelson’s auntie (chorkie) was in her teens and toothless, Sis checked out the main one advertised. They wanted $78 a month to feed a 3 lb dog! She talked to me (I’ve been known to make homemade for Nelson), did some checking online and came up with a homemade alternative. She feeds 4 dogs Nelson’s size on down for just a bit more than kibble. She still keeps a bowl of kibble out for snacks, but her homemade is their primary diet.
That’s when we tell ya straighten up and fly right. You’re fine.
Up, caffeinating, breakfasted and fixing to do KP. The main thing on the agenda today is the weekly cooking. Such excitement!
Stay safe and healthy y’all!