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My sister and I had a lovely encounter this morning. Sis is the keeper of our family histories, and about a month back entered some information into an ancestry website. She was contacted by a woman who lived in a town about forty miles away. After a lot of double checking and with other information it was determined what relationship we had.

There is a maiden name of a woman who was a three greats grandmother of ours, and this other woman is descended from a sibling of that ancestor. So it’s not a close relationship, but it’s there. We would be third cousins once removed from this contact.

This weekend that family was gathering for a reunion and we were invited. They are lovely people. My sister gathered some new family tree information, and they were impressed by a number of photographs Sis had, one of a great great grandmother and her husband, a picture they would not have had. It was a lot of fun. And talk about distant family. There were a couple of brothers there from our generation, who would be fourth cousins. Their kids and my nephews would be fifth cousins. Not much shared DNA but it feels closer when it’s down on paper like that.

Snarknado!!!

So no danger of ordination?

I love sweets, but fried stuff is a real weakness for me. I have a recipe from the Game of Thrones cookbook for fried sweet corn fritters that I am in love with.

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are they for tulips or other flowers? used to be if you saw any residence in Europe in tv movies or print pics they always have flowers growing outside the windows …

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Well…
the park is just not fun since the group is gone. A new woman has been coming, she and B/H mom are getting along well. She has two doodles as well, and she and B/H mom are very much alike. It can be a bit overwhelming with two of them.

Unfortunately, it is supposed to be water with the pill. I’ve cheated a few times.

My dreams can be like that sometimes. Once I woke up laughing because the logic in my dream was in such contrast to the absurdity of the situation.
Blue crabs can live up to two days out of water as long as their gills stay wet.

The front is easier, it’s flatter, nothing to go around, no fence, and is all grass and no weeds. The back yard is basically flat, but a little hill off to one side, and stuff to mow around, and a fence to deal with, and lots of weeds by the back fence. The dogs like to help out back too, so he has to keep an eye on them. I told him to just shut the doggie door next time and make them stay in.
Most of the neighbors do keep tidy yards around here considering it’s a lot of farm land.

I thought about giving the blanket to a homeless shelter, but it’s a pretty thin blanket. I usually fold it in half. I never thought about the animal shelter.

I don’t open the emails, I just need to pick out the legit ones from the spam. Which is a PITA. I don’t know why so much of it isn’t going to the spam folder. I wish gmail would let me put the mail in alphabetical order, then it would be faster to go through.

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Allow me to issue a correction. It now appears that it will be 25°C over the next few days here in the Great supposed White and definitely not Frozen North, which if anyone is interested is 77°F 'Murrican, and if anyone is still interested, this is a new record high for late October around here. A few trees – apparently ignorant of the weather forecasts – have started to turn autumn colours, but most of the better-informed trees – particularly those trees watching the Weather Channel – are still fully green.

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Hmmmm, I wonder if rebooting works for college football teams?

Dying cat less seems to me to indeed be a fate worse than death. Maybe by that time for me the library will have loaner cats. Now that would be a full service library!

And yes, shoe, the Cornhuskers are going to need some ointment for that burn. One nice thing about Husker fans is that more than some fans bases we aren’t only fair weather fans. We’ll stick by them win or lose. Fortunately the University is on Fall Break Monday and Tuesday so the players won’t have to face classmates or the public right away.

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Here’s hoping we can in some game in my lifetime again thrill you and anger your brother.

I don’t remember them in the ‘70s-I hadn’t even set foot in Nebraska yet but I remember the ‘90s fondly. By then I’d fallen in love with a Nebraska boy, been adopted by a Nebraska family and moved back with my one year old (before he could learn to talk like Bostonians) and given birth to two native Nebraskans. Those were some halcyon years too. Now that I think about it, Coach Tom Osborne would have spanned all those decades. Now there is a scholar and a gentleman.

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Exactly! The most traditional flower is ted geraniums, but anything goes.

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The Internet of Fangs.

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Up, caffeinated, and sheveled. Off to heave, and since it’s Monday and Surepost, climbing over rusty slides.

Hyper Tux Protocol Secure

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Ah, crap.

Heh. Literally.

One of the crew quit mid-shift. I only know some of the details.

He felt some type of ways about how certain things were being done, was pissy. Fine, whatever.
Got his 15 min break and then after coming back, apparently wandered into the back kitchen, did who knows what for a second, then spent another 17 in the potty - according to S.M. who was in the unfortunate position of monitoring that, plus dealing with whatever his initial attitude was - and eventually she said she told him that he could either change his attitude or clock out & go home, and he immediately chose the latter.

Being short-staffed initially sucked, but then we all sort of re-calibrated and it was pretty smooth after that first weird hour. S.M. was a bit rattled (she really is a sweet woman, this stuff … she can handle it, she’s a tough cookie, but it does cost her emotionally) and I wish I could smack some sense into that dumbass 19-year-old, but … well, who hasn’t ever said that last part?

Punching them, however, not so much. Ask me how I know.

Oh, you’re gonna fit right in.

He’s figured out that I am the keeper of the gooshy-fud.

I am so happy for you! One of the tiny little achievements in adulthood that works out so well.

I know how you meant to finish that, but my naughty mind found all SORTS of interesting body parts to end that particular round of Mad Libs.

Fortunately, it’s not that difficult of a job, to do the absolute bare minimum.

It’s when you wanna do better, that it becomes something of a high-wire circus act. That’s why I refer to some of them as Oven Masters .. what they do requires so much mental focus, multitasking, and fine-tuned communication.

Why are we putting cookies in the freezer?

Oh, bless her poor, sweet heart.

(That’s usually a passive-aggressive saying, but it can also be meant with utter solidarity and sympathy, and that’s how I meant it this time.)

My father is German & my mother is Polish. I can get away with a lotta shit like that.

This made my heart so happy for you.

Okay, that was well done, sirs.

Sometimes there are simple solutions.

Heh. I can’t let that one go unnoticed.

Baked a coupla crackers tonight. One puffed up and we let it bake like that AND IT SET UP so I have a “hut” made of pizza crust; the rats can go live inside it.

Better, though, we were finishing off the strawberries I’d brought in & when I confirmed that they absolutely could have the little green tops, they both saved all of theirs & we tucked them into the “hut” so it’s basically now a pinata with sweet treats inside!

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I mean, have you ever had a(sleeve of) frozen Thin Mint(s)?

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hey did your snek’s feeding problem get resolved? I remember she was getting a bit snappy and bit ya or tried to…

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As someone who always freezes her Haribo gummy-whatevers … NO I NEVER HAVE and now I’m mad that I’ve lived forty-mumble years and this never occurred to me and now it’s 3 a.m. and I need to find some Girl Scouts and that kinda sounded weird at the end there.

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Yes. It got resolved by my acquiring more soft-furs, some of which promptly greeted their ancestors.

The problem now, is that I have waaaaaayyyyy too many of the little rodents, and only two snek mouths to feed them into.

The situation essentially inverted itself, and yeah, the irony is not lost on me.

Hence, baking the dead-dough “crackers” at work. Gotta feed all these tiny little rodent mouths.

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Where you should learn the definition of “normal for Norfolk”…