I suspect that if I were to behave like a total jerk, a mad Italian woman would straighten me up first.
Other than happyfuntimes, I can’t remember the last time I saw another human’s belly button.
If it weren’t for y’all mentioning it, I wouldn’t be aware that it happened.
We’d stop offering makeup tips?
TRUTH.
Mornin’ folks.
It’s 59F and sunny. It’ll be mostly sunny today, with a daytime high of 81F.
We had a great visit with my son AND his new dog. He went to the animal shelter yesterday morning to meet a dog that had come in the night before. My son wasn’t prepared to bring him home the same day, but it’s like they couldn’t get Zeus out of the shelter fast enough. The shelter must be full. He’s a Great Pyrenees mix, but looks like a Great Pyrenees. He’s handsome and pretty chill, but that was probably the Gabapentin. Maisie is in LUUUUUUURVE with him and follows him everywhere. She wanted to play, but whenever he did the play stomp, she’d back off. Still, she’d sniff and lick at him constantly. Buster is very uncertain about Zeus. We will have to make sure not to leave them alone, because it was apparent that Buster wanted to be alpha, but Zeus is bigger.
Zeus has been returned to the shelter two or three times, so I am sure he is feeling very unsure of things, and the shelter told my son he has anxiety, so he is on Gabapentin for a couple of weeks. I guess he whined after we left yesterday, and peed on the floor in the house. He also peed on my son’s bedroom carpet last night, so my son had to sleep on the couch last night (hard surface flooring downstairs). Zeus wants to be outside all the time, which is kind of a problem because my son has to let him out. Also, Zeus keeps playing with one of the gates. However, his wanting to be outdoors is not a surprise. He’s a working dog breed that is meant to be outdoors.
It’s going to take a lot of patience and time. I had to remind my son that Polar was quite the handful when we first brought him home from the shelter.
Zeus acted a bit aloof, but as the drugs wore off, he became a lot more affectionate, leaning into both my husband and me. He loves belly and chest rubs. Buster, however, was NOT HAPPY when Zeus jumped on the sectional to roll around between my husband and me. He immediately jumped up there and was a little walleyed when he did so. So, again, we’ll just have to watch things.
Seeing as how Buster and Maisie have never gotten to hang out with other dogs, we were very nervous about how their meeting would go. After some initial tense sniffs, things went well, and there were no snaps or anything like that. By the end of the evening, Buster lifted his lip a little at Zeus because he wanted the attention, but stopped immediately when we told him no. We pulled him aside and gave him some snuggles, too. There was no resource guarding either, which was good.
Anyway, things went relatively well. I think my son rushed the dog thing, but it’ll work out. He’s wanted a dog for so long, and, to be honest, if the situation were reversed, I’d probably do the same thing.
We enjoyed sitting out on the back deck, watching the pups play, and chatting. His deck is covered, so the sun wasn’t beating down on us.
I’m sure we’ll be down there often, and of course, he can come up here with Zeus, too. One or both of us will be dog-sitting for a few days because my son has to take a work trip later this month.
Today will consist of yardwork, and that’s about it. Okay, time to get the day started. You all take care, please.
Afternoon, mumpers! It’s currently 14c/58f with no predicted change, and cloudy. Weather app says “Today’s weather: overcast with fucking clouds and sadness.” Well, it is a bit gloomy out there and we got rained on during the drive home.
I hope it was the top shelf stuff, Spot has standards to maintain!
Hurrah! Also means you can escape, should your country go much further down the Gilead route. We have to renew our passports every 10 years. For the last decade, my place of birth has been wrongly recorded. It took me several years to actually notice it, because the two places have only one middle letter different in the spelling.
I am glad you’ve found us to be a safe enough bunch of imaginary strangers that you can share your experiences with us 
That was quick work! I hope he and Zeus are happy together, and the dog settles down quickly once he knows he’s found the right person.
Yesterday was a busy one for us, but we managed to make it to Bradford in time for the second band on the list. It was always going to be a bit difficult to make it for the opening band, but we saw them a couple of weeks ago so didn’t feel too guilty about missing them. We were too early to check in at the hotel so we went to the venue and saw four bands before we got a long enough break to nip back and do that. We spent a bit of time in between bands standing outside as the venue was very hot. We chatted to a Welsh guy who lives in Newcastle and was there by himself. He’d come to see the headline band and didn’t know anything about any of the others. We saw him again later as we were going to get some food, and invited him to come with us. We had a very pleasant meal and some good conversation.
We left the hotel at midday and went to get some food before the drive home. It takes about 2.5hrs to get back, depending on motorway traffic, but it wasn’t as bad as it could have been. The weather was a bit naff, lots of spray and surface water, but the rain stopped after an hour and the rest of the drive was just grey and cloudy.
Came home to make peace with the cats, gave them some extra food,and am having a cup of tea before I get on with other things. We’re going to see a friend’s band at the Giffard tonight, it’s also Wendy’s birthday (she’s the landlady) so that will be fun. I remembered to take something out of the freezer for dinner so we’ll eat here before we to out again. Good job tomorrow’s a holiday here so I don’t have to get up for work!
Hoping Zeus settles down.
I’ve never been a bikini wearer*, but even if I were, I doubt very much that strangers would be thinking, “Oookkkh! Her navel is sooo horizontal!!!”
I want to be clear that I’m not talking about gender dysphoria or body dysmorphic disorder, nor topics such as wearing breast forms after mastectomy, nor facial issues (which can have huge interpersonal effects and can’t always be easily disguised), but some sort of social conditioning that combines fear of others’ imagined or real gaze with unrealistic ideas about bodies.
*I once wore a bikini, to a Halloween party where I dressed as Malibu Barbie with a friend in a stars-and-stripes Speedo as Malibu Ken. A friend Sharpied MATTEL on our spines. These days I wear trunks and an SPF 50 swim shirt because women’s 1-pieces always have cups or mastectomy form cups, and I refuse.
Well, that gouty attack seems to have subsided. Took a couple of Excedrin and hydrating like mad may have done the trick. I’ll take this as a warning to watch what I’m ingesting. Apparently HFC is one culprit.
Anyway, puzzled puzzed and ablutions performed. Canceled my walk this morning because of the above issue. Gonna tackle the Cuban black bean stew in a bit.
The bathroom is clean and so am I. I would make a terrible cleaning lady. When I clean the shower, I just strip down and scrub & rinse then move on to cleaning myself.
My naval always had a skin fold that made it difficult to clean and dry. After my laproscopic surgery, that fold is gone. I consider this an extra benefit, besides getting rid of potentially cancerous ovaries and fallopian tubes. All clear.
Unlikely.
I have a friend that transitioned 20 years ago, and I knew them 20 years before they transitioned. They are a different person. Their heart? Still as compassionate and caring as they ever were. And still a coffee fiend.
Yesterday was a long day, and it seems that a long day needs a day for recovery. Hope this week will be a bit calmer, but that’s probably unrealistic. Chaos seems to be the norm.
Awww…congrats on your new granddog! (one of my cousins has a GP named Zeus)
Beast loaf and mac & cheese assembled and in the fridge. All I’ll have to do is bake them both and sautè the squish come supper time.
Afternoon all. Olive Garden has provided the major repast for the day and just to ignore my calorie intake for one day, got some cookies from The Cookie Fix and they now reside companionably with the pasta in my belly. I was going to go to the gym, but really don’t feel like it, so I’ll give it a pass and try to get back to my routine tomorrow.
Then you get a Gibbs/NCIS dope slap ( Reddit - Please wait for verification )and a hug.
Taters, hope the canines work out the power-sharing without too much trouble and Zeus becomes a fine companion for your son.
boo fae, just how many bands are there in Britain? You must have seen a decent percentage of them by now…
cookie, glad the gout is gone.
And might indulge in nappage here soon. We’ll see how it goes.
The tomatoes have been pruned and the rose bushes dead-headed. I feel like lounging until yoga, but should hit the Sephora to pick up perfume for Mothers’ Day. But then I I’ll need Leaving the House Pants.
I was trying (poorly) to joke around. Stupid text media.
Oh, wait, I need those. I’ll remain non-jerky.
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The “different person” part is what frightens me. I don’t want to be a different person. I want to be more me, if that makes any sense.
taters - I looked up info about Great Pyrenees - it looks like grooming will be a biggie - hope your son has a good brushing arm!!! 
But yay for adoption (tho I would have recommended he wait a bit to get settled in. Not that waiting a bit ever worked with FCD…) I hope Zeus enjoys his new home.
I clean the shower in conjunction with my own shower - ain’t no way I’m gonna be kneeling on the floor scrubbing. I have a scotch-brite sponge that lives in the shower and I’ll use it every couple of days when the shower floor feels ick. I don’t even bend down for that - I use my foot. Then when it’s time for a serious scrubbing, I’ll wet everything down, shake on the Comet, doing the same foot thing. I’ll use a scrub brush on the walls and the seats (it’s a molded fiberglass unit) then I use the hand-held shower to rinse everything. Then I wash me.
Grands were returned to their parents (FINALLY!!!) and I got to the boat just a bit before 11. The painting only took about 45 minutes, then we went to Salda’s for lunch. Back at the boat, FCD finished the plumbing (still a leak at the pump - seems to be a too-small o-ring. He’s on line trying to find an answer. Anyway, I put the aerating tiles on the smaller bunk (bed for Otis) and I took the fabric pieces off the director’s chair (our helmsman seat) to replace the purple embroidered fabric with the gray that I used on the cushions.
I’ll be working in the yard for the next 2 days, then back to the boat on Weds and Thurs to finish other stuff. Roxy has a line in the 2nd grade play on Firday so I’ll try to attend. Full week ahead. But some chillage for now, tho I may get the fabric out and cut out the pieces I’ll need. Or not. We’ll see.
I stopped to fill my car since it was down to half a tank - no sense waiting for the prices to jump even higher. Still, over $40!!! I think I’m tired of all this winning, thanks.
Howdy Y’all! Well, guess what! I decided to be a heathen after all. OYKW went and took the food for first Sunday brunch. I watched the livestream from the comfort of my recliner. Just after he got there OYKW sent me a text to tell me not to eat as plans were afoot for him to bring me a take home plate. The person who always brings ‘nanner puddin’ even snuck me a little bowl of it before it got gone, which is no small feat cause it goes fast. Thus I guess one can say I deheathenated and had first Sunday brunch all in the comfort of da cave whilst wearin’ a tshirt and jammy pants. I love my church folk! Needless to say nappage was needed after I feasted. In other news the biiiiiig trash can has been hauled all the way down the road for pickup tomorrow. Now sloth continues.
Cookie hope the toe is feelin’ better now. I see in a later post that it has subsided. HUZZAH!
Lily ummm… I can honestly say I give no thought to my or anyone’s navel. Enjoy the workshop. I just saw the later post about the Hallowe’en costume. That is just brilliant!
Mollie I cannot now nor will I ever imagine you would be a total jerk. I am certain that is just not possible. Most of us exhibit jerkish behavior from time to time, but we recognize it and do better. You are in that category cause you’d know it was jerkish and feel bad about it and do better. Plus as you have pointed out, you have a mad Italian woman who would jerk (HEH!) a knot in you. Also, that’s the way I clean the shower. The shower and I end up clean, so win-win!
Taters glad y’all had a good time at your son’s place. I am sure Zeus, Maisie and Buster will become BFF as they get more use to each other. The screened in and covered porch at da cave is one of our favorite “rooms.” We can be both outside and out of the sun.
BooFae seems like another great weekend (RDOS: What is a weekend?) for 'im indoors and you. Glad you have a holiday tomorrow to recover.
Many of the old timers here will remember Eve Golden…
Her transition was very successful
Well, I met the across the street neighbors, thanks to an idiot dog who pushed out the side gate and killed 8 of their chickens. The bungie we’d used to secure the gate had split and broken, and no one bothered to replace it with anything.
For now, there’s a stout hunk o’rope keeping it and the front gate closed and we’ll figure something out. And we gave the neighbors a check to cover their chickens and they met Otis, so they know he’s a total idiot.
So, how’s your evening???
I cooked up the pork for burritos tonight. Mi Esposa said it was good. Both their puerco al partor ($5.99/pound) and fajitas ($6.99 or $7.99/pound – I forget which) are very good, and great for a quick, easy dinner. Just cook it up and serve. We used Carb Balance whole wheat tortillas. I added Herdez guacamole salsa, sliced avocado, shredded medium cheddar, sour cream, and chopped romaine lettuce. Yum.
We did not go to church today. Mrs. L.A. thought it might be unwise to attempt the half-hour drive while she is having a physiological issue. We did drop the Prius up at the shop so they can look into the check engine light.
I cleaned, dusted, and vacuumed. I changed Spot’s litter. I did three loads of laundry. I filled the bird feeder. Onan emptied it, knocked it over, and fought two other squirrels. I’m having the usual Wisconsin Old Fashioned, pork loin(with Penzy’s Northwood seasoning), baked N.O.T., and cheesy broccoli.
No, no, you’re suppoed to pick the lint out of your navel.
I expect we’d hand you over to The Spanish Inquisition.
It makes sense.
I drink one a year, because tradition. Which is just peer pressure from dead people.
Tanqueray #10, of course!
Yay!
So, outside of watching way too many You Tube vids, I have done nothing useful for the past 6 hours and probably won’t for the next 3-4 hours…might watch some basketball if I can be bothered to turn the TV on. No nappage but sloth levels that would impress even swampy.
FCM, Otis has been a very bad boy, and is training being considered, since a repeat act could bring in the authorities?
And that’s probably all I have to offer this week. Hopefully I’ll be back to normal (whatever that is) for the next MMP.
The cops would be in a fowl mood.
EEEEEK!!! Can’t really fault him for this, since being a predator is part of a dog’s nature, but not a good way to meet neighbors. A plate of cookies would have been better.
Hope civilized neighbor relations are still possible.