(Old) Turning up the heat in the MMP

Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share
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Had a good visit with my daughter. The lasagna came out fine. It was good, but not two-days-prep good. I won’t make it again. I’m exhausted. She brought me a tin of Almond Roca, which I haven’t had in years.

Went through the house and had her point out things she might like once I shuffle off this moral coil. She also told me all the medical issues her mother has had. I knew she’d had some illness, but since she won’t speak to me (even after 30 years) about anything personal, it was all news to me. She apparently beat both breast cancer and stage four Hodgkins over that time span. Maybe all that praying paid off. She’ll probably outlive me.

My ENT appointment is this coming week. I’m really hoping it’s just something like a wax plug and not something requiring hearing aids.

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My church friend gave me some shoes.
The ones my ex bought me 4 yrs ago has a hole and its my only pair.
They are 10s, Im 8.5w but they are comfy and springy! White, but hey.
They are Pumas.

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It rained here this afternoon. I steam mopped the apartment this morning after my daily sweeping. It’s amazing just how much an 18# short haired dog can shed. He’s probably always done that, but you don’t see it specifically during the weekly vacuuming. I made Portuguese kale soup for supper and it hit the spot.

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“There is no God.” - dogbutler, after watching his 2 teams lose in the worst way possible. But the Pantehrs crushed the Dirty Birds 30-0.
So I’m drowning my sorrows in a Wisconsin Old Fashioned. Poke loin and baked **N.O.T.**s are in the oven.

Spot would spend three weeks hiding in the couch and hissing, then they’d yeet all the things off on to the floor, then yeet all the things off the floor. chaos.

Free shoes! and glad church was good.

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First of all, HAPPY BIRTHDAY, OOPSIE! I hope your day has been blissful!

My kids didn’t call yesterday because they always call on Sunday. I also just discovered the gifts they sent me.My daughter and SIL xent e a Peanuts wall calendar (I’m a big Snoopy fan.) My son and DIL gave me a box filled with food from Italy. So much fun! Doggio and Flyboy, aren’t there cocktails that use capers?

Speaking of cocktails, I’m organizing a virtual cocktail party for my sister, niece, daughter, and I for next Sunday. My niece is the only cousin who really gets what my daughter’s been through, as she, too, has a bad dad.

The other reason is…such sad news…my daughter will be laid off from her job at the end of the year. She’s a grant writer for a major food bank. The PTB told her they’re VERY happy with her work, but they have to make cuts. THey had 95 workers a few years ago and are down to 58. Federal monies have been cut by…sorry, I can’t think of a name for him that wouldn’t get me chastised. And corporate and private donations are way down. There are a lot of hungry people out there, and this isn’t the only charity that has to scale down and help fewer people.

I’m sure she’ll get another job, as she has connections now. Still, she loves her job and her coworkers who love her right back.

I red this twice as “Hope the YAM makes it today.”

Quit that knocking!

JtC, did you have to get a huge litter box for GG? My daughter and SIL just got a litter box so big they call it The Trough. Their nebelung cat doesn’t fit in their regular box, and as he’s operating on two brain cells, it’s been…messy.

Coppertone, cool score on the shoes!wasn’t showing up. Nice shoes!

Dang. More to say, but phone.

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Three

But it still sucks, and it sucks worse for the people needing help.

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Nellie, so sorry about daughter’s news.

In sportsball news, the Seahawks won. I know this because of the a**holes letting off fireworks.

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Holy Moly! And it’s interesting that they all call for bacon bits. I’m intrigued by the Bloody Mary Ann. Thanks!

Thanks, it really does. And those people don’t have a voice.

Taters, thank you, friend. And I’ll never understand the connection between “We won!” and things that go BOOM!

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The lamb shoulder chop was nice. I cooked it on the barbie (with Wifey’s rib-eye) and it came out a nice medium-rare. Goo ate something that sounded like an Asian guy: Lam Fat. She liked it. (She also got some flesh.)

Why is corn on the cob so difficult to find this year? Normally, I can just drive down and get some from the corner market. Or go up to the gas station, and there’s someone selling corn there. I haven’t seen a lot of corn this year. They did have some at the supermarket four miles away, but it cost $1.29 per ear. Climate? Bad harvest?

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Around here, corn season is over. Except for corn makes. Can’t speak for other temperature zones.

Big surprise - FedEx didn’t deliver. I didn’t expect them to, despite what their website says. Oh well…

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I haven’t noticed an abundance of corn all summer!

What are ‘corn makes’?

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And good evening all. Mowage, Meatloaf, Moisture (from sweating at the gym, no rain appeared today) are all in the past and I am now internettin’ and You Tubing until bedtime comes. Have made my weekly list for next week so we’ll see ho closely I can follow it. At least is was cooler, only about 82F for the high and supposed to stay that way for the rest of the week.

Flyboy, your wife is a braver person than I am; I’ve at least reached the point that I don’t freak out if I spot a spider in the house, but they do not survive the experience with me.

Oopsie, that sounds like a good way to celebrate your Birthday, correct date or not–besides, at our ages, who’s counting?

FCM, don’t know about your area, but it is getting harder to find good green bananas here, most are turning yellow on the shelf, so I restrict myself to no more than 6 at a time.

Coppertone, hope the training continues to go well.

Had a few bruises and blood spots on the back of my hand this week, but hey seem to be pretty much gone now.

Cookie, hope you don;t need hearing aids, but don’t fear them, the ones I got last year have worked great for me.

nellie, so sorry to hear about your daughter, and more so for the people that they tr to help.

Well, I yam what I yam and that’s all that I yam…and hope you are not too…red-faced…about the typo…

And that’s probably all for tonight. Take care all and I’ll catch up with you on the next MMP.

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The training ended. I missed a day and that was that. Then, thanks to God, I got hired closer.
Tomorrow I fill out onboarding.

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Please don’t kill the spiders. Spiders are our friends. (Except black widows. They’re nasty.') We have a ‘penalty jar’ where spiders spend Time Out until we release them outside.

Seriously, she would call me to the bathroom to catch (and release) daddy longlegs (known in other parts as ‘cellar spiders’). They’re the most innocuous (to humans) spiders I can think of. But she’s made a lot of progress over the years. She got used to catching (and then, releasing) the daddy longlegs. Now she’ll catch any spider in the penalty jar… and she feels bad if she harms it. I was impressed that she caught our stowaway in her gloved hand and let it go in the bushes. (I keep knit gloves in the glove box for Winter.)

I caught a teeny-tiny little spider in the tub the other day. For some reason, the penalty jar was in another room. Anyway, it was too small for that and I was naked. So I got it to crawl onto a piece of toilet paper and put it into the small bin in the bathroom. It might still be in the bathroom, awaiting a more permanent rescue.

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Just think it, loudly. We’ll hear.

Alcohol.

I would like to join this conversation.

There’s corn flakes … ?

I was all excited when I came in, the ceiling wasn’t dripping, the lightbulb full of pee questionable water had been replaced, life was gonna be just grand ….

Nope.

NOPE!!

… we ran out of buckets by the time I got released, and urgent messages had already been sent.

Threeeeeee drippy spots now. The tile floor was coated in a weird messy combo of water, “water,” (ick), fryer grease, and whoever dropped a bunch of fries and then just ground them underfoot.

And, yes, a lightbulb half-full of definitely non-potable water has already been removed. Again.

Ah, and we got to watch Sprinkles and her b.f. get in a wreck across the street. (“Ohhh, fire truck at the Long John Silvers …. dramaaa! … wait, is that Sprinkles?!?” “Why is a tow truck pulling up …” “Is that EMT?”)

They’re ok, per mssge thru another crew (“the person in front didn’t turn on their blinker fast enough” … thus a rear ending … ye gawds, return my eyeballs from rolling out of my skull) but we watched the whole thing in real time.

There. Are. No. Secrets. In. A. Restaurant. Kitchen.

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The second and third are the same ingredients. Perhaps different proportions?

I’m sorry about your daughter’s impending layoff, nellie.

For one thing, right now, it’s out of season in most locales.

And I third the question, what’s a corn make?

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Let’s throw Moxie in the mix. One glare from that imperial Siamese beast and the boys would scat back to safe quarters. Then she’d probably yeet everything off off every horizontal surface for them to amuse themselves with. I wouldn’t bet against a three cat nap pile occurring in short order.

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I’m going to venture a guess that FCM meant corn mazes…? :slight_smile:

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@misnomer Hey, happy, happy birthday! I hope you got to do everything you wanted to and didn’t have to do anything you didn’t want to.

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The next-door neighbors generously decided to share their love of Latin music with the world, so here I am. They’re so nice, dammit, that I really like them until they crank up the music. I say “neighbors,” but they’re really not. They’re relatives of the woman who’s on the lease. It’s tiring.

Oh, I’m thoroughly read-faced, lol.

And the brown recluses. I’ve seen what they can do to people, and it’s not pretty.

When my son was a toddler, we lived in an Illinois farmhouse, and black widows hung out in the garage. One day I was driving our pickup to Aldi’s with the baby in his car seat when I saw a black widow hanging from the rearview mirror. I pulled into the Aldi’s parking lot but couldn’t find the damned thing. All the way home, I watched the road, glanced at the baby, watched the road…I’m not afraid of spiders, per se, and my mom taught us not to kill them, but I get a little squicked out by anything with multiple eyes.

shoe, your workplace, which used to sound OK, now sounds like the Little Pizza Shop of Horrors. Say the word, and I’ll show up and handle those obnoxious teens. Let’s just say I have the equivalent of Boo’s night nurse voice. As for the leaks, “water,” and muck, there must be several health code violations there. I hope Sprinkles is OK. Yikes.

Thanks for all the sympathy for my poor daughter. She was trying so hard not to cry on the phone. I’ll let her know she’s got kind internet strangers cheering her on.

Well, my, my, my, they turned the music down a notch but turned up the bass. It now sounds like a migraine headache