I own two white dress shirts. One is still in the package as standby for an emergency Wedding/Funeral. The other is in the garment bag with my suit on the hangar fresh from the dry cleaners
Due to a nasty bout with athlete’s foot years ago I wear only white socks as the dyes in colored socks irritated it.
No nappage occurred, but no surprise about that. I just don’t nap. Dammit. After I gave up, I emptied the dishwasher and loaded the dirties. I need to figure out what to do for supper - thaw or call??
At least I’m out of my jammies and in, well, other jammies. The set is fleece pants and top that’s too warm for me to sleep in, but comfy for loungewear, as long as I don’t leave the house. I won’t wear jammies any farther then the mailbox, and even them, I’m more likely to send FCD to fetch the mail. So stop wearing jammies to WalMart and get off my lawn!!! Dammit.
I need to think about lunch, too. Maybe a can of chickie noodle soup?
So there were 70 people on layoff today, they sent people home at the gate, and they sent people home before the sort ended. But The Supreme Shouting Officer said we had enough. Of course I was on the 300 Table sorting til the slide went to 110%, and it was a mad scramble to get things done. Oy. I did my Aldi run after. It’s raining outside.
< Hanks Hill clutches pearls >
So the Pointy Stick Wielding Sri Lankan Spiders got him?
Less than G.I. Joe. 
We ended up getting an EXTRA 500 gallon tank, because they couldn’t make it up here in the winter. Had a few cold nights. We are talking a truck chained up on all 4 wheels. Nope, too scary. Don’t blame them.
I’m REALLY looking forward to where my most difficult job will be mowing the grass. We own the property now!!! But have not moved.
Took Ursala to the VEE EEE TEE for a nail trim and arthritis shot. The appointment was for tomorrow, but I was able to lasso her and you know how it is with cats. You grab them when you can get them. I believe she is pouting under the bed.
I absoltely love the videos of Dante Veteriner.
Oopsie, the “fat people don’t look good in white” thing, and its converse, “white people don’t look good in fat,” have never been a part of my mythology. I don’t know how I missed it. Through my life, I believed bushels of irrational things, but not that.
Today’s weather is predicted to be in the low 70s, with an on-and-off slight chance of rain, most of the day. The windows are open to breezes and birdsong.
I’ll catch you later. It’s lunch time, an apple and some grapes.
I received a text from the IRS saying that my 2024 tax return was rejected. 
Fortunately, there was a handy link in the message that I could click. 
Reading the text message taught me something I never knew before. That the IRS has an office in Germany, and that office has an Alaska phone number. Who knew? 
I spent the Memorial Day weekend helping run a fan table for the next (and last) Orycon Science Fiction and Fantasy Convention, at Furlandia 2015 (a Portland Furry convention). Although I have been going to cons since 1978 and helped out at quite a few different ones, this was the very first Furry Con I ever attended…and I loved every minute of it! Although I was only supposed to man the fan table Friday and Saturday, I stayed for the whole thing and even stayed to help with tear-down, not getting home until very late Sunday night.
Trust them. What could possibly go worng?
Me as well. Plus Beach Boys’ Wipeout (YouTube).
I live in Switzerland. The skies are gray and people are wearing black.
Ouch! Glad no one was injured, but that’s rather inconvenient just before a wedding.
“Poultrygeist” 
That is convenient. Nice to have a professional touch.
As he’s gotten older, my dad appreciates pedicures more. And he gets colors according to the season, or his favorite sports team.
You’re going to get spoiled. How close are the neighbors?
Hope you don’t have to wait too long, and that it does what it’s supposed to do.
I do have some white tenny runners and white socks. And maybe a white top or two, but only for wearing under something else. I have some ivory and cream tops as well, but not much that’s really white.
Yesterday was raining sideways, and today we finally have some blue sky, just in time for the sun to go down (well, we’ve got another hour before sunset). Tomorrow? More rain. But Thursday’s supposed to be sunny and warm. Not much I can do about it anyway.
Did manage to stop at the store for milk - tomorrow the stores close before I get home from work, and everything’s closed on Thursday. Gotta be organized if I don’t want to starve.
Speaking of which, time to put some food in my pie hole and watch something on the boob tube.
She doesn’t do ‘pedicures’. She trims and reduces toenails, treats corns and calluses, performs below-the-knee assessments (her background is in wound care), makes referrals to podiatrists, and notifies doctors when she finds anything that needs to be reported. Her patients are elderly, and many have conditions such as diabetes (which requires an RN for clipping), MS, COPD/CHF, and so forth. Other patients have injuries (e.g., hip or knee replacement) that prevent them from taking care of their own feet. She visits patients in their own homes, as many cannot go out or it’s difficult for them to go out. She does not do nail polish. Her practice is medical rather than cosmetic.
Anyway I had my feet up and she said my toenails needed trimming; so she got out her Dremel and clippers, did my toenails, and then did her own. Very handy having a foot care nurse in the house! 
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I’m very glad that yesterday was a holiday, but it has completely screwed up my already-tenuous awareness of what day of the week it is. 
I have to keep reminding myself that tomorrow is Wednesday, not Tuesday (I’ve tried thinking “Tues-day is too-day,” but it hasn’t stuck). Ah well. I’d rather have a short week and be a little extra confused!
I finished the Lego typewriter yesterday, but photo-hosting sites are blocked at work so the evidence will need to wait until Thursday. Figuring out how to display it took some creativity: I wound up combining a few other sets that I’d prefer not to combine, but c’est la vie. Now I wait for the Sherlock Holmes and Hogwarts Express book nooks to arrive.
I’ve been tired all day: my boss scheduled a meeting for first thing this morning so I got up earlier than usual, but last night I went to sleep later than I should have. I’ll hit 8 hours at 4pm, and I think I’ll actually leave right around then. Traffic going home is always worse than coming in, it’s raining, and I need to stop for gas on the way: between those three things I’m probably already looking at a 1-hour drive, so the sooner I can start it the better.
I completely forgot that you have a waterbed! 
I totally read this in the same cadence as the jingle (“We. Are. Farmers.”).
Bum ba dum-dum dum dum dum.
Me, too! My “when I win the lottery” planning includes getting a place with a big open expanse and putting up a storm-watching station in the middle of it: a grounded, screened-in gazebo with a clear ceiling (and clear panels that can cover the screening as desired: part of my enjoyment is the smell of the storm, but sometimes the wind can be a bit much). Of course, at that point there will be no doggy in my life to hide and shake and ruin an otherwise perfectly good storm for me.
How did it go?
My podiatrist appointment is tomorrow afternoon. I’m fairly certain I’ll lose the nail on my right foot’s big toe, so today I’ve been sure to appreciate being able to walk around normally. The Democratic Primary here is in 3 weeks, and I’ll be an election officer: I’m cautiously optimistic about being able to wear “real” shoes by then. 
Good luck! 
I don’t own any PJ tops; I sleep/lounge in t-shirts. I lounge in PJ pants almost exclusively, but I’ve never worn them outside of the house (my mailbox is attached to the front siding). I have, however, gotten to the point where I will sometimes wear joggers or sweatpants to the grocery store. I generally only wear those at home. That’s about as casual as I’ll get in public. (I won’t even wear PJ pants when the cleaners are coming; it’s joggers or sweatpants on those days.)
The wife’s twin nieces came over for breakfast. The one who’s a pilot had a couple of hours before flight time, so they came all the way up here for a visit. They were very impressed by the cornmeal pancakes I made. The pilot was already in uniform, as she was heading right to the airport, and she looked pretty spiffy. She had flown back from Anchorage yesterday and brought us some smoked salmon treats from there. Sadie came out to see them, which is a big change from how she used to react to strangers. So that’s our excitement for the week.
Wearing shoes did feel sore, even with 1000 of acetominaphen.
Still better than the flip flop cutting into my toe. If I could afford a sandal where the band goes across the foit…but I havent been able to afford t.p. for a year. Church buys it for me.
Now that pot use is so common, many folks don’t remember that it is still a felony. It doesn’t matter if I’m carrying my state issued MMJ card and the weed is in the original labeled container proving that it was bought at a state sanctioned store, possession anywhere in the US is still a felony.
Plus, I’m talking shit about the king and his cronies. They really don’t need any more excuse than that.
We don’t have Girl’s shedding tool, we have one of these scary looking things. You would think that it might hurt kitty’s thin skin, but all I have to do is tap it on my desk to get GG to jump up on his loveseat. (I have taught both of them that if they want scritches or brushings, they have to get somewhere easy for the people do participate.)
I remember my gap years. They will be happy to send letters, but will also get your email and try to get your phone so they can spam you on a daily basis. Nothing written will ever be clear, usually I understood less after reading their fine print than I did before. It sucked then and I doubt it is any better now.
Yes they do, as they should. Impaired driving is impaired driving no matter what substances have caused it. We’ve never been pulled over for impaired driving, but that’s because whoever is driving is not impaired.
Hubs used to see cars after drunk drivers murdered families, he’s very aware of the dangers involved. He’s such a good driver for me now because he got used to it long ago. “OMG, Hubs, I’m so stoned and I really need a bag of double chocolate chip cookies now!”
Sounds like that was a long time coming. I’m sorry you didn’t have access to an industrial shredder. I used to collect phone books to toss down the maw of the one at work, watching that sort of album get chewed to bits would have been super satisfying.
We used to live in the sticks at 3500 ft. Now we live three miles away from a town and don’t have to convert recipes for high altitude. I agree that it certainly is a world changer!
I feel your pain.
Good luck with the job applications, I hope you find the perfect job soon! I’m sure Annie will be the best girl ever at the groomers.
Fingers crossed!
Did not. But you will get it!
White gloves, face mask, big dark glasses, wimple, avoiding cameras, no chanting or shouting, no smoking weed. I’m on it!
Mostly I’m depending on my white skin and 'merican birth certificate to protect me. There’s six generations between my poverty stricken immigrant ancestors and myself that should be a good buffer when it comes to proving that there are no POC in my family tree.
That sucks. I hope they worked long enough to be eligible for UI. Where are you on the list now? Proceeds to worry and fret.
NOOOOOO! Poor kittah! I hope she forgives you sometime this year
So, is your vet going to be able to remodel her home on your dime this year? I used to be really active in pet rescue and did a lot of taking the critters to the vet and hanging out in the waiting area. One day I went in with a couple of carriers and the receptionist gave me a ring of fabric samples to look at. When I asked why, she said that they were going to remodel the reception and waiting area and that they were asking their high spenders their opinions as well. She said that we were paying for it, we deserved some input as to colors.
I’ve never been to a Furry Con, but have also heard that they are a hoot! I’m glad you had fun
They aren’t nearly as common as they used to be.
I’m sorry about your long commute. I remember those days and I certainly do not miss them.
I used to go to seminars with Mom so have a pair of “what if there is a fire” pj’s. Usually I sleep nakie so the pj’s languish in the bottom drawer of my dresser.
Being retired lets me spend my days in sweats or yoga pants. I do have some dressier clothes I change into when I go out, but our mailbox is in our yard so I don’t bother to put a bra on when I go out to get it.
Sadie is getting very brave, which is proof that she feels safe an confident with you. Like there were any doubts, LOL!!!
So today dawned rainy and while it did clear up slightly around lunch time, it is back to drizzling now and is expected to continue through the night. I just love this weather, all of the green and water just fills something in my soul that had been missing for years.
There was a little rabbit hopping around in the back yard, so I carried Jolene to the dining room window and pointed her at it. She instantly turned into a catling gun “akakakakak” and has been following it from window to window for the last half hour.
It didn’t seem interested in my bag o’ potatoes so I’m not going to bother to get out there with the pepper flakes. Of course, if I look out tomorrow and find the bag tipped over, I won’t hesitate to use the fresh stuff.
Howdy Y’all! Laundry got laundered and put where it stays until it gets dirty again. The sun decided to come out for a while so we had some quality cee-mint pond time. The water was coolish but it felt good as I lolled around on my float. There nappage was accomplished. The biiiiiig trash can got hauled all the way back from the road to where it lives. Sup got nuked and et. We are under a tstorm watch and black clouds are buildin’ up in the southwest. Come on I say.
The elementary skool I went to was named Southwest Elementary. It’s been renamed after the woman who was principal of the skool forever, even when I was there. I just felt the need to share this. Sometimes random memories wander into my brain and I must get them out.
Had a one-on-one Teams meeting with La Jefa. We send out a newsletter to our members each month. She wants to highlight the advantages of reporting their monthly commercial accounts receivable data each month… in the next newsletter that goes out next week. She wants me to write a draft. I have half an hour left in my day, so I won’t start it today. It is the end of the month, so the datalanche hasn’t started yet. I’m OOO on Friday, so that leaves me tomorrow and Thursday to get the draft to her. We have a brochure from National, and I’ll steal from that. The pain is that the brochure is in ‘magazine’ format so that I have to have two windows open and bounce between them.
In other news, I received an at-home colon cancer screening kit from my PCP’s orifice. Seems pointless, as I’m having an anal probe on Friday. I want hot wings tonight, but they’re red. I don’t take the colon blow until Thursday, so I might be safe.
What else…? It’s 70º Ferret Height/21º Centipede in the catio. It feels warmer. Back in L.A. I’d be wearing a flight jacket! Speaking of which, I’ve ordered some saddle soap and some liquid mink oil. (I have a tin of mink oil.) I’ll have to find time to condition my jackets. (I also ordered some more Reynolds Wrap and Saran Wrap. I hate the cling film Mrs. L.A. bought at the Dollar Store, because the metal edge is on the wrong side. Fortunately, we’re almost out.)
A post on Farcebook reminded me of this story that was on a record I bought from Scholastic Press when I was in elementary school. I googled it, and it was fun listening to it again.
What a weird day. I saw every hour last night, didn’t sleep worth a crap. Have some GI crap, well not going on. Went in to work, opened the museum, started doing some computer work at my desk and started getting dizzy and cold sweats. Home for a 3 hour nap and I feel ok. Still no appetite, and tired as heck.
My bar is getting in the car. I have no issue walking Nelson around my building or taking out the trash in my jammies (my jammies generally consist of PJ pants or gym shorts, a tee shirt and, in cooler weather, a sweat shirt, so I’d fit right in at Wally World). If I get behind the wheel though, I’m wearing real pants and a bra (well, most of the time).
And Sis laughs at me using the dremmel to sand down my toenails before trimming them. It’s good to know that the pros that work on people (dog groomers already figured this out) concur.
I got three solid moving estimates today instead of the BS ones that are bugging the ever lovin’ shit out of me. One outfit wanted $8K to move a small, one bedroom unit on the ground floor to another in Houston. So far, the low one that I have in writing is $3.6K and they’re pretty highly rated. I also know that they have moved some of my military family members and done a good job. Now to get the medical providers in line. I still can’t get the freakin’ ortho to give me a time and place for my spinal injection. As for the insurance change issues, I’m going to ask Sis in Chicago’s assistance, since she’s good at navigating the healthcare system.
I did pick up some groceries today. Sis is just past Memphis now. She’s bring Nelson’s mother and auntie with her (BIL has the boys for the duration since they are easier). I’m going to send Sis home with a bale of paper towels, a jug of laundry soap and a tub of oxyclean among some of the things that I won’t be able to use up before I move. She can either use them or return them once I get down there. Given that I’ll likely stay with her for a few days while my belongings are in transit, she deserves them.