Evening all. Soccer has been watched, dinner had been dined, and water is currently off…will turn it on before bedtime and then check tomorrow to see if there is any significant usage shown while I was asleep; if so, it’s a terse phone call with the plumbers.
Flyboy, bad news on the watch; hope the Fred Meyer people can help.
Real Fish, don’t know if/when you’ll read this, but all appropriate (and a couple inappropriate) appendages crossed for a safe and successful surgery.
FCM, VanGo, that’s why I always go to the store with a list…of course, I might forget to put something on the list…
talkie, guess I have been out of it too, had to look up the Aussie storms, guess they are having some weather there. And good negotiating skills with the Girl…
nellie, enjoy the company.
red, he just had to learn to beware the fury of a group of 40/50-something ladies!!
Need to finish up a few things and then watch a little TV (for what I’m paying Direct TV, I ought to be watching it all day and half the night…). See y’all on Thorsday.
My son has left. It was a short visit, but he still has almost two hours of driving to do, so I get it. It was SO great to see him again! One of the many reasons I like reading about WeeWeasel and RoxStar and Tobias and the other adorables is because they remind me of the days when my son was a little chap. He had an interesting imagination, and his four-year-old explanation, “I’m an unUUUsual boy,” hit the nail on the head. I also got to visit with their oldest dog, the one who has the endearing, perpetually worried look.
Anybody want some cheesy bacon and chive muffins? I have enough left for everyone. Come on down…or up…or out…or just c’mere.
I have not finished reading all the posts. We create the equivalent of a novel every week. We ought to divide the MMP into chapters!
MetalMouse, when Old Flame called last night, I told him about your theory of the peg-legged dog, and he laughed so hard, I thought he’d choke. The thumping upstairs has ended, thank heavens.
SpiceWeasel, I love the funny-face photo of you and your husband! (I can’t recall what you call him. Herb, as in HerbWeasell?
shoe, congrats on the boyfriend/girlfriend status! I hope you feel better and fast!
Napped. I had a martini. Spot heaved two of his stuffed mice into his food dish. I’m having chicken and cavatappi(no stuffed mice).
The Hitchhiker’s Guide To the Galaxy. The Infinite Improbability Drive turns 2 nuclear missiles into a whale and a bowl of petunias several miles above an alien planet. The whale spends several minutes coming to terms with existing before ceasing to be. The bowl of petunias merely thinks “Oh no, not again.” Which is explained several books later.
It would have disapointed me if he didn’t.
/blows kisses back(but Parole Officer says I am no longer allowed to wave wand in public/
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Yaay! I hope you actually end up on a train, not a replacement bus. And that it leaves within 6 hours of the scheduled time. Neither of those things can be counted on with Amtrak.
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Trains in Lincoln seem to come and depart in both directions (one train a day, per direction) between midnight and 3am, so I’m used to the weirdness and resigned that it’ll most likely be late, they usually are. Packing a variety of snacks (the cafe car will be closed most of my hours on the train, have a couple of good books I’m toting, plus a power bank and charging cords for an obscene variety of devices (phone, iPad [with even more books downloaded on it from Libby], a phone power bank, and not one but two oxygen concentrator charging cords). I’ll have a small pillow, a little blankie, an eye mask and slipper socks.
That’s what I hear. I guess I’ll have to see that gorgeous scenery when I take the train down to hang out with JtC and we take the train to the Grand Canyon.
I do find the Sandhills of Nebraska to have a subtle beauty so if I have any daylight hours I’ll get to enjoy western Nebraska and eastern Colorado. It’s a start, but this won’t be my last train trip.
They will ALWAYS be your kid, so you can call them that-tell ‘em I said so and I’m older than dirt.
Consider my appendages crossed on your behalf too. Take a bag of assorted Hershey miniature chocolate bars to share with the nurses, especially the night nurses, they’ll appreciate and find extra reasons to pop into your room.
I’m glad your back is doing better, back problems are the worse! I set an alarm when I pick up my needle to remind me to get my butt out of the chair and move my body for at least five minutes before picking my needle up again, sitting all day is really hard on a body no matter how young.
That seriously sucks. I will keep hoping that you are wrong, but it is getting kinda hard to be optimistic at this point.
Would a drying rack help? She could wash her unmentionables in the sink and have someone else do the rest of the work?
I hate going to the laundromat so much that I’d rather spend an hour a day handwashing greasy pots and pans. Back when we had a top-loading washing machine I had to take the blankets to the laundromat every couple of months and I complained bitterly every time. Now that we have a large capacity front loading machine, laundry is all meh to me.
Now you sound like Mom, LOL!!! She has always said that if she can’t see it, it isn’t there.
Thank you. I have been playing with string for over 60 years, and I was taught by the best
Be sure to report back about it, I am looking forward to hearing your thoughts.
I keep hearing about the job cuts as well. I was really hoping you would be made full time after the last raises.
Yeah, not for me anymore. Especially after the news today cause people be nutz.
Isn’t it great that we aren’t all the same? Like FCM says, things would be very crowded if we all wanted to do the same things
I’m quite sure it was Ziva! Bad kitty!!!
Neither of us take the blame for anything like that, it always is the cats’ fault.
How did they go? One year I had a pizza sent to Hubs at work, the pizza maker wouldn’t do a heart shaped crust but did put a layer of pepperoni in a heart shape on top of the cheese.
That was the same place that made the Heart Attack in a Box pizza. One of the only things I still miss about California.
We have pretty much aged out of giving Valentines Day gifts to each other, but last week I saw a heart shaped box of Witmans that had kitty pics on the front. Of course I bought it for Hubs and last night I propped it up in front of his monitor so he could see it first thing in the morning.
He wasn’t home when I came home from surplus, but he left a note that he had to go to town to get some bubble wrap to send his tower back. He didn’t buy the bubble wrap, it was very pricey at the UPS store, but he went next door to the grocery store and bought a heart shaped box of the sort of chocolates I don’t really care for. Bless his heart, he really did try.
Now that looks very interesting, thank you!
I’m sending wishes that you will be posting about how well things went in no time at all!
I thought the blending together was the best part!
I really hope it happened, you adore your children and it is obvious that you treasure every second with them!
Bram Stoker’s Dracula had a part where Dracula had moved in next to the asylum, bringing rats and bats and wolves. The intrepid heros tried to go into Dracula’s new resting place and got chased off by rats. The next day they went back with ONE rat terrier who drove all of the rats off so the heros could defile Dracula’s coffins.
If not for that one fierce little dog, London would be overrun with vampires to this day!
We once learned we had rats because they pooped in the cats’ kibble bowl while having their late night parties less than 20 feet from our bed. Where the cats were sleeping. Worthless beasts!
It certainly won’t make doing any sort of needlework easier. All threads have a twist to them, that’s how they are made. 90% of the population is right handed, so threads are spun for right handers. Lefties untwist their thread with every stitch. Mom uses short lengths of thread and has trained herself to spin the needle counterclockwise with each stitch and also lets the thread hang and untwist every ten stitches or so. There are certain threads that make Mom say bad words because they snarl so badly, but they are really specialized needlepoint threads that you won’t be using for at least a few years. Let me know when you are there and I will get her list from her.
Keep watching the videos, there are some really helpful things out there nowadays!
And that is why he never gets invited to my parties.
I read that as “a variety of obscene devices.” Doggio is a bad influence on me. Or maybe I’m a bad influence on him. I’ve lost track.
You’re an authority, Boo, but you’re nowhere near old. Forgive me if I’ve told this before, but it’s one of my favorite stories. I’d been teaching freshmen about BCE, AD, and why the centuries are numbered the way they are. I left the timeline on the board between classes, and while I was in the hall, a kid extended the line to the left, wrote “Rocks are invented,” then extended it further and wrote, “Ms. Bly is born.” It still cracks me up.
That’s all that really matters. Share 'em with your Tai Chi friends or something.
I think I’m getting a cold. Felt absolutely fine going in, but after a few hours, I sneezed.
Then sneezed more. And more.
By the end of the night my nose was doing that lovely thing where it’s stuffed up AND runny at the same time, and I am gonna just be so damn PISSED OFF if I caught a damn cold.
That was in 2005-2006. A Big Mac, a Fillet-O-Fish, and a small soft drink. At the time, it was my standard fast-food lunch, and at the McDonald’s where I was getting it, the total came to $6.66.
The original Apple computer (later backnamed the Apple I) had an MSRP of $666.66.
Oh, I meant to add, for anyone who happened to look up at the clear night sky tonight, next to a beautiful half-moon was an extremely bright dot, which according to my astronomy app that makes me seem like I iz smart, is Jupiter.
Morning, mumpers! It’s a balmy 13c/55f with a predicted high of 14c/57f and cloudy. Weather app says “It’s fucking overcast from where you’re sitting, but if you were in a fucking plane, you could say that it’s undercast.”
I meant to post yesterday but didn’t manage it because everything else got in the way. Had a busy morning at work, then I had to go to an online session about MS Copilot, then we had an away-afternoon for our office to talk about process development. Rushed home to deal with cats, had a quick dinner and then went to the pub with a couple of friends. Much jollification was had, then home to bed and I’m back on campus today.
Nothing exciting in my day so far, just the usual small fires to put out. I have nothing planned for tonight either so I will be able to go home and lay on the sofa for a while with a snuggly cat.
Good Mornin’ Y’all! Up and caffeinatin’. YAWN ‘Tis 39 Amurrkin out and mostly cloudy with a predicted high of 70 and mostly N.O.S. We got schmutzed last night and then it was back to da cave for some Netflix and chill. Today shall be a day of high sloth as we have peopled for four days in a row, which is most excessive. General overall uselessness, nappage, and day drinkin’ are in order to recuperate. Sup shall be chili and cornbread just cause. I shall use the big slow cooker for the chili cause we need to stock up on some chili for da freezer.
Real_Fish I am guessin’ you won’t see this, but appropriate/inappropriate appendages crossed for a successful surgery and a quick recovery.
Boo have fun ridin’ the choo choo.
Nellie glad you got to see your son. Plus havin’ a visit from Ms. Dog. You’ve been quite the socialite this week!
red the whippersnapper had it comin’. Good for you!
Now I need more caffeine and to feed rumbly tummy. Then, onward into the day! Rah.
Happy Thursday Y’all! Happy Cheap Chawklit Day to those who indulge!
Preach it, sistah!! Lucky for me, my bladder insists I take a little stroll with sufficient frequency that I don’t become one with my recliner, much to Higgs’ dismay. (Altho she seems to get back up to wedge into the heat my butt leaves on the seat cushion! I have to chase her down every time!)
I’m pretty sure it’s the same person who sneaks into the house when I’m not here and moves stuff that I know I left right on that table/shelf/counter!!! Sneaky bastard.
We’ll be going over to see MIL today. I have some cuke salad for her, plus a hunk of apple cake I found in the freezer, as well as the leftover pasta bake FCD forgot to take yesterday. I need to look in her freezer and let her know what’s in there. She’s got more food than she thinks, but she doesn’t know what’s what.
Then on the way back, I can run into Shoppers - they have 5# of russets for $2.99. I’ll twice-bake most of them for the freezer and for sharing.
I need to make an appointment for Higgs to get some shots, and I need to do my taxes again. I want to try another software - not sure about TaxAct. I also need to figure out if we need to do taxes for MIL - I’m not sure what the rules are but she and FIL hadn’t filed for at least a decade. Can’t have her hauled off to the pokey at her age. BIL will want help, too, but his will be easy - all he has is SS.
Meanwhile, the day started at 23-freekin’ Ferrets! We’re promised snow tomorrow night - at least DC is. I’m guessing flurries to maybe a dusting hereabouts. In any case, no yard work for the next few days at least!
On the way home last night, I commented to Carless Co-worker that we’d been lied to!
You see, The Oracles had promised snow, but by 1 a.m. there still was nary a single flake to be seen.
Just woke back up at not-quite 8 a.m. and holy smokes!! We got several inches at least!!
The weird thing is, there’s barely anything coming down now, so it must’ve all dumped in a big blizzard-y flurry all at once.
A pity that I missed it …
However, it’s almost certain that Sweet Manager will hafta fetch me in to work today. Hell, I was gonna give Carless Co-worker a lift, so she may get a BOGO sale on employees!
It’s 39 degrees Fahrenheit, and it’s drizzling. The expected high temperature is 46 degrees Fahrenheit, with steady rainfall for the afternoon. They are still saying the lowland areas could see a little snow today, but there isn’t any here, and it’s too warm. Who knows? The weather here can change in the blink of an eye sometimes, but I’m sure all we’ll see is rain.
nellie, I’m glad you saw your son and his doggo. I always greatly enjoy it when the kids are here. Now it’s just my son, but I am hopeful my daughter and her family will take a trip out here some time this year.
FCM, that same bastage creeps into my house and misplaces stuff, too! It’s so annoying!
Sending you best wishes, truefish!
doggio, I hope the rumors you are hearing don’t impact you.
Happy Anniversary, JtC!
I have to get through today and tomorrow, and then it’ll be a three-day weekend. We then enter what I call The Barren Times because we won’t have another Federal Holiday until May.
Work was crazy, but I did have a serious conversation with my boss about the need for an administrative tech. I told him that while filling and creating positions for program staff was admirable, everyone is forgetting it’s Admin that supports all of that. I was very frank about what I could not do because I had to keep dealing with stuff that an admin tech should handle. When I explained what I could do with an admin tech present, how that admin tech could support both him and the Director, and how some stuff could be taken off his plate, too, he was in. He wants to talk to the Director but stated that we have an FTE spot just floating out there and that maybe that could be the admin tech. It would be nice to concentrate on policy and process improvement and not chase down people for travel documents, timecards, etc.
I’m not counting on it because the SD is the one who will say yay or nay. When I think about previous conversations with her, I don’t think we’ll get the tech. But, one can hope, and maybe with T’s input, she’ll agree.
I have absolutely no plans for this weekend. NONE. NADA. I just want to relax and take care of my usual chores.
Okay, on with the day. I need to run the dishwasher, take out the kitchen garbage, feed the pups, and head up to my office.
I’ve seen zip baggies for sale that come in colors rather tham clear plastic. Would it help MIL to have things color-coded? Could telling her “red is for meatloaf, and yellow is for pasta bake” work for her?
BIL will want help, too, but his will be easy - all he has is SS.
We got several inches at least!!