I have a big batch of oatmeal/raisin/walnut cookies baking. I found the recipe online, and it claims to be the Mrs. Fields version. I don’t know about that, but I do know they’re delicious. They’re absolutely loaded with new crop walnuts, which I toasted in a skillet first before roughly chopping them. These cookies are a favorite of mine and of Mr. brown.
The recipe makes a big batch, so we’ll be in cookie heaven for the next couple of weeks at least.
(… now. Meant to say “right now.”)
Anyway, Mother Nature said, “Ask & ye shall receive” so since I’m a total pothead good kitty mum, I’m sitting on the side steps with a nubbin of a joint, enjoying the now-overcast skies.
Oddly, Monkey seems mostly interested in crouching at my feet, and hasn’t done much wandering.
I expected for sure he’d at least want to chew some grass …
Then again, someone was ambling by with a BIIIIG fluffy dog right as I opened the door (they both utterly ignored us) so maybe that was a reminder to him that the big, wide world is sometimes a not-so-safe place.
I have a problem with that channel. I can never stop at one video. Thanks for sharing.
Hubby managed to get his phone a little wet (sneaker wave), which solidified the pocket fuzz. He used a microscope and fine tweezers to clean out the port and it’s much better now. I should probably have him do mine as well.
Good to see Ursula kitty and Bailey are doing better. Sorry that Monkey’s on a (virtual) short leash - hopefully it’s only temporary.
Made blueberry cake this morning. I had bought the blueberries before our vacation, but didn’t eat them, so I threw them in the freezer. So that’s breakfast sorted for the rest of the week.
Between boughts of rain, we’re getting some great fall light and sunsets. We don’t normally get too much fall color, as we don’t have the right kind of maples, but this year seems to be a bit more colorful than usual.
I’d be happy with a colder winter - too many bugs this year. Even got a mosquito bite today.
Howdy Y’all! We deheathenated and then had an absolutely wonderful, top notch brunch. I am still full! Needless to say nappage was needed upon arrival back at da cave. A gin and tonic has been quaffed. I felt a tinge of scurvy and malaria. Also the biiiiiig trash can has been hauled all the way down to the road for pickup tomorrow. Next up will be Netflix and chill. Popcorn may or may not be had due to the still bein’ full.
doggio I am also partial to lunch meats. Is Spot perhaps my spirit animal?
taters good luck with the phone hunt. I just go to the phone sto’, look around for a few minutes, and say, “gimme that one, I guess.” Currently I have an iphone sump’n or other cause I got a deal with Verizon that included a tablet and a watch. Apparently they can entice me with gadgets.
MetalMouse hope you find an easy fix for the teevee that does not involve a new purchase.
WetOne I am sure Ursula joins in the no more pills rejoicin’.
MOOOOOOM! fat free half ‘n half? Is nuttin’ sacred anymore! Just ICK!
BooFae glad y’all had such a great time. Hope the kittehs are over the sulks soonest.
Oopsie the Lego punkin is indeed cute. Glad Bailey feels better today. Sometimes one just needs ones beauty rest to regenerate.
Got the bookcase assembled and in its spot. Filling it will happen later.
Had more help than I wanted. Guess he felt a need to inspect the finished product. 
Just heard an extended sky-grumble, so the rain may be not too far behind.
Decided I really wanted a patty melt (yesterday’s soup & a few sushi rolls, while delicious, aren’t ezzactly “stick to your ribs” filling) but the nearby Diner For Ye Olde Farts is closed Sundays, so I bestirred myself down to Culver’s.
They call it a “Wisconsin Swiss Melt” but same thing. Damn delicious, and they do not skimp on the rye in their bread.
I have chocolate ice cream in the freezer, but they have such nice custard - and offer sprinkles! - so I’ve treated myself to a small cup of their chock’lit. With blue sprinkles. 
Their sprinkles are nice & crunchy, too, not those mealy-mushy “jimmies” some places have.
OPE! Just started sprinklin’ outside. 
More tunder-boomies, too, although you can barely hear them over the sparrow orgy political convention in the bushes by the fence.
For having precisely one sound (“Chirp!!”) they sure can argue.
That it is.
If you still have the sim tool that came with the phone, that’s what the pros use. If not, a needle or safety pin works well too.
Still sorting in the studio. Took time out for Sunday dinner (Basque chicken over rice and a side of zucchini cooked in chicken broth), but will go back to sorting shortly.
Hmmm, did you ever give out where you live?
We went to the not-awful Chinese place for supper. Now we’re home. My latest lap blanket is random assorted colors - no real method to my madness - just using up yarn. So now back to it.
I used to do that but then I started making cheese and my CDO spiked because I am not able to wash dishes in the super hot water that my dishwasher uses. Of course there are a few things I hand wash, my cast iron skillet does not go in the dishwasher.
Jolene: Another man? I approve.
This getting old thing isn’t for wimps!
Every so often I watch a train that has engines in front, a third of the train length, then again at two thirds and finally at the end. They take forever to go by, LOL!!!
So, who owns the cargo cars? Recently I’ve been seeing brand new looking cars, no graffiti at all which made me wonder who has to pay to replace them. Or clean and repaint.
Mimosas are made with juice, so are part of a healthy brunch, enjoy!
Jolene is a huge fan of deli sliced turkey. GG didn’t use to want it, but now he demands his share as well.
Those are extremely political jobs. These are the people who will decide which laws will be enforced and how.
For example: Marijuana is a felony in WV unless you have a MMJ card. Some county Sheriffs discourage their deputies from going after potheads unless they are being stoopid about it. (It’s just fine to sit on the front porch and smoke a joint, don’t be smoking that shit while driving.) A few county Sheriffs are not as nice about it so unless you want to be hassled, joints must be smoked in the back yard.
In my opinion, the local elections are just as important as the bigger ones because they are the ones that will affect your daily life…and Supreme Court Judges didn’t start out there, they started out by being elected at the county level.
Hmmmm. Yeah, well that was longer than I meant it to be.
Oh hurray! I’ll bet both of you will be much happier when the next scheduled time dose doesn’t need to be dosed!
Bad music or bad behavior? Dish, we wanna know!
Leash and harness? Make sure the harness is much tighter than you think it should be, cats are super bendy.
So CUTE!!!
I am so looking forward to having a real winter. It got dark and ick in AZ but didn’t get cold and rarely snowed. We’re only a block away from the river so don’t expect more than a couple of feet of snow over the winter but other places will be very pretty to go and look at. Hubs bought a snow blower but I doubt it will get used. We are retired and don’t need to go anywhere on a schedule.
Good supervision is very important! (What a handsome guy he is!)
The sign in your link made me bark-laugh so abruptly, Monkey stopped purring and gave me a “WTF” side-eye.
I’d totally put that in my front yard.
My work here is done!
I’m back home after my wonderful trip. I so love seeing my boy! (My boy has a little gray in his beard now, but he’s still my boy.
I took the bus back to town from the train station. A nicely dressed woman with a little girl of about 3 got on with a stroller full of groceries. I offered her my seat (in the old fogies and disabled people section up front because it’s the only place I could stow my overnight case under the seat) so she could sit next to her daughter, but she said no, her daughter liked to stand. (???!) Sure enough, toddler stands just behind the yellow line and grips a horizontal bar too fat for her little fingers. The driver tells the woman the child must sit down for safety reasons. She immediately gets hostile.
“She likes to stand.”
“It’s a safety issue.”
“Is that a new rule?”
“Yes.”
“Show it to me.”
“I can’t right now, ma’am. Really, it’s just for her safety. If I have to slam on the brakes–”
“If you have to slam on the brakes, you’re a terrible driver and shouldn’t be driving a bus!” [Apparently she’s never noticed idiot drivers who cut off buses or pull out in front of them.]
“Ma’am. It’s a safety issue. When I was training, a woman broke her ankle when the bus had to stop suddenly while she was standing. Your little girl should sit down. It’s safer.”
“Are you her father?”
She called the customer service number and asked if it was a rule. It wasn’t. Meanwhile, her daughter is crying, and the woman totally ignores her. Then she tells her daughter to stand up because there’s no rule against holding the rail and she can ABSOLUTELY do so. Then she goes back to ignoring her daughter while she calls CS again to complain that the bus driver is rude and must be a bad driver. The daughter is yelling at the bus driver and shaking her finger at him. Ugh.
They finally exited at a town a little ways from mine. And at what street? Karen Frasier. The woman made sure the bus driver saw her turn to glare at him. Twice.
When we got to the station I told the driver I was about to call CS to commend him, complain about her, and ask that they institute a new rule about little kids holding onto the rail while the bus is in motion, as I know this woman will try it again. He was a very kind man, and I didn’t want him to worry.I called CS and said all that to them, along with a suggestion to post the rule on the buses.
I don’t know why people act like that woman, but, lacking a cane like JTC, I try to neutralize the damage they do to other people’s livelihoods. I rarely say this, but I hope she saves dozens of teachers nervous breakdowns by homeschooling her child.
Nothing piques the appetite or makes you reconsider like someone enjoying something you turned down.
So he’s a howler monkey? 
misnomer, LOVE the pumpkin!
I know someone who should move to Nebraska and stand before that judge. She took my bus today. She’d be in for a rude awakening.
That’s a good idea in many ways. I was always trying to get my departmental colleagues to let students evaluate them–not evaluations that anyone but the teachers would see–but they refused. They said students would trash them when they’re actually good teachers. I silentlyuietly agreed with the first part but not the second. I had my students evaluate me, and had no problems with vengeful trashing. I also got some good suggestions. It’s always seemed whacko to me that principals, who aren’t in your classroom day-to-day, are the only ones to evaluate you. Students should do so, too. They do at some colleges.
Sorry, I got off-track. FCM, I salute you for voting! 
I was too hungry to cook and have little food here, so I ordered in. And it’s almost here!
Oh, and MetalMouse, today I saw a train (parked) with about 200 boxcars–ONLY boxcars. Maybe tomorrow I’ll see one with 200 flat cars. Thanks again for the explanation!
Food!
I have the same problem. I’ve got the latest two queued up right now.
wet one, Oopsie, glad to hear the pets are doing better.
boo fae, sounds like you had a lot of fun. A sharkfest here in the US of A would probably be binge-watching all the Sharknado movies. 
shoe, glad you got both sleep and some outdoor time with Monkey. And Culvers is pretty good, I mainly stick with the butterburgers.
Oopsie,The Jack-o-Lantern looks great, looking forward to seeing the Statue of Liberty.
But as for me, I aim to misbehave… 
lucky, I can’t keep/bake cookies in the house because I have zero resistance to them. But they sound delicious.
swampy, sounds like you ate till you had your fill. I just finished off a couple small bags of Cheetos left over from soccer (the boys get snacks post-game) because while I count my calories, if you can’t say ‘what the hell’ now and then, what’s living for?
JtC, some of the cars are owned by the railroad, many these days are the property of the businesses that need to ship by rail, don’t ask me how they do the financial stuff because I suspect it would give me a headache. And yeah, you see the ‘multi-trains’ a lot these days, saves the railroad money, they move 200-250 cars at a time and only need 2-3 crew to do it. And if you want to impress someone, those extra engines are called DPU’s (Distributed Power Units) and are controlled by the main cab via radio signals.
And regarding a ‘real winter’, we’ll see what you say when the wind chill is -20F…
nellie, welcome home. And idiots are going to idiot. But good and decent folks (like you) are going to do good and decent things. So yea! you!!
As for yours truly, Dined at Olive Garden (ate only 3 breadsticks…my sacrifice was heart-breaking), then came home for a bit then off to the gym (the bikes and treadmills have TV connections, so I can watch professional tackleball while sweating). Then home and am now working on my sloth skills.
And my TV is now working! I ran my hand underneath it thinking I may have turned it off by accident, and it lit up and is now working just fine, although I don’t think I touched anything down there…so either it’s my magnetic personality or I’m a technomage…
8pm and I have a half-dozen You Tubes queued up and a NY Times to read and puzzles to solve,. Take care and I’ll catch all y’all tomorrow on the next MMP.
And what makes you think I would ever consider leaving the house when it was 40F? I certainly won’t do it at -F unless I’m being carried out to an ambulance.
I had no idea. I’m sure I will be able to impress the neighbors by knowing what DPU’s are, thank you!
Now that I’m thinking about it even more, when did cabooses go away? Back when I was a kid, we had to wait for the train on the way to the library.
Mom would let us get out of the car as long as we stayed on the shoulder and when we saw the caboose, we would all start shouting and jumping up and down while waving. Often we would see an arm stick out of the caboose and wave back which of course led to hysterical shouts of joy while we were all piling back into Mom’s station wagon while the gates slowly lifted.
So, I’m sitting back in the recliner reading a good book. My dachshund Mauser is curled up tightly in my lap. He heaves a big sigh, gets up and turns around, settling again.
snif, sniff. ???
Once again I have proof that dogs fart. This was a silent sneaker and talk about rank! But I wouldn’t give him up for the world.
This is why I do granny squares. Unless it’s for a holiday, like when I do stockings from granny squares, I don’t try to make patterns or coordinate the colors.
I cleaned,. I laundered. I watched handegg. Spot continually tried to kill my left arm through it, till he got wore out, and collapsed on the couch during handegg. Doing he usual for dinner and cocktails.
“Needs pillows.” - Buddy
Depends. Do you flip out and try to eat OYKW when the food dish gets down to 95% full?
I can still Ministry of Silly Walk down a moving belt dodging spools of wire while carrying an entertainment center, though.
If you live close enough to an Army or Marine ground unit going for training/deployment, you might.
We should get together for drinks at an Alliance bar on Unification Day. 
I got him a set when I first brought him home - he was surprisingly accepting of it - but I have since very cleverly knocked it behind an armoire I have no hope of moving myself.
It’ll be found when I move, I guess.
He simply had some closely-supervised time, before the 
rain kept pourin’ down 
We’ve never met, but you might be the kindest person I know.
How have I missed this joke all these years?!?
Yes, yes he is, and he has also just acquired a new nickname.
Bon apetit!
I got one or two of those a while back; zero regrets. (I’d never even heard of Culver’s before moving to the Mitten State, so I had to try it! I like butter … I like burgers …)
To quote Sam Jackson, now that was a tasty burger!
I just … man, today, I really wanted it on rye toast with a mess of onions, and they absolutely delivered on that!
How does one say “Bless your heart” in Michigander?
So do cats, but I can’t blame it on the dog (since I don’t have one.)
All I can say is, I know the difference between his & mine.
( snifff “Jesus, Monks, what did you EAT?!?”
“Whatever you fed me, O prison warden!”)
Cats also snore, sneeze, and - this one is hilarious - get the hiccups.
You know how getting the hiccups can be annoying? And you know how cats hate being laughed at … ? Combine the two, and … 
I’ve also seen YouTube of cats begging for a lick of ice cream, followed by … an ice cream headache. They make the silliest face.
Hey, they asked for it.
Sometimes those come out the absolute bestest.
I bet JtC has a good floozy story that starts out like that …
(" 'Twas a dark and rainy night … ")
I’m back and irked by something else. While I was gone, both upstairs apartments were apparently rented out. The people upstairs have their TV on VERY loud. I can hear the words the female speaker is saying. I’m tempted to go up and ask them nicely to turn down the volume, but not knowing them or if they’re armed, I’m reluctant to do so. Argh! WHY did the guys upstairs–the ones who had big, scary fights every year or so but were otherwise quiet–have to leave? And why don’t people in apartments realize that apartments aren’t soundproof?
I think I’ll go to bed. It should be quieter at that end of the apartment, and besides, since the maintenance guy did NOT come and program my thermostat like he promised, it’s 62º in here.
I think it was the late 1980s. I had friends who were brakemen for a major railroad, and they and their union protested, but as trains became computerized, having someone at that end of the train was deemed by TPTB as unnecessary. I miss them. They were like the exclamation points at the end of the sentence.