(Old) Wrapping up Feb in the MMP

And a good evening to all. Spent a couple of hours at the gym, got 1200 calories either cycled or walked off, then came home and had a couple of sammiches with a pudding cup so put most of them right back on. About 8:30pm locally and feels like it should be later than that, so might be an early bedtime. Did change the filter and the ladder is in place to change the light bulb, just need to see how much energy I have.

Coppertone, that’s great news, I hope it works out well for you.

wet one, glad the first steps went well, you’ll be back in Ariel’s saddle in no time.

I presume he got better…

Piper, appendages crossed for a rapid acceptance of your article. And 5lbs of poutine sounds a bit much, only contest I ever won food-wise was eating an 18oz hamburger in one sitting, got my picture on the wall (along with dozens of others who did it).

JtC, hoping that the dog comes home with you soon. Barkley is a great name, BTW.

Now lets not get wild and crazy here…and I don’t have a vent snake, but will look into obtaining one.

And that’s all I have energy for. Take care and I’ll catch all y’all on the next MMP.

I got a “I made a pig out of myself at Ferrells” when I was young enough to eat that much ice cream all at once. I’ve aged out of that sort of excess long ago.

Put it on your list, it really will make your dryer more efficient and less expensive to run.

JtC. Have recently discovered ELP so bring along Brain Salad Surgery. Greg Lake, R.I.P., had a great voice.

Here’s my favorite version of Jerusalem.

Went online to check the menu. It’s more than 5 lbs total!

Punchbowl Poutine
A literal punch bowl overflowing with
poutine. That’s 5 pounds of potatoes,
1 pound of cheese curds & 1 litre of
gravy! Finish it & get a photo on our wall
of fame with the championship belt! 58

They say “punchbowl”, but it looked more like a trifle bowl to me.

So, pay $60 to clog your arteries up, and if you eat it all, you get your picture taken. What’s not to like?

He is neither dead, nor a newt.

Heh.

Heh heh.


Grandma showed up, looking like absolute death warmed over.

I had to drive both the teenage crew home ("Your homework is to drink, like, a gallon of water. Please take care of your kidneys. ") and though Silent Oven Worker (who was on dough rolling duty tonight, and should have been Early Out) stayed waaayyyy late to cover for Grandma by the end of it, we closed, just me, and Alternate Manager.

Just us two.

“Y’all busy tonight? Takin’ forever to get through on the phones.”

{ glares }

The ceremonial start in Anchorage is on 4th Avenue, which is plowed like any major arterial. So even in snowy winters, it’s likely that snow will have to be trucked into downtown for the races. There was so little snow this year, though, the ceremonial start was only about a dozen blocks long instead of several miles.

As for the abused dogs: these are working dogs, bred for the task. They’re well fed and kept healthy, like any successful working dog, and their health is carefully monitored by vets during races. It amuses me that nobody bitches about sheepherding dogs or guide dogs or other working species.

ELP (and Neil Young’s Harvest) along with others were the theme music of my college days.

T