Happy Maternal Parental Unit’s Day all you Maternal Parental Units!!!
I’m home. Last night was big time stormy with more promised later today, so I decided to take myself on back to da cave. After all, we celebrated Maternal Parental Unit’s Day yesterday.
Guess what I did last night. I went to a weddin’. A very informal weddin’ as in people were in shorts and jeans. Hey, when it’s the third weddin’ for both of the ones gettin’ hitched, it’s a good thing anybody shows up at all, I say. Nah… it was that type of thing. Short ceremony followed by big party. Sis, BIL and I got back to the homeplace about 8:30 cause we decided not to stay too long. I was tahred and so were they.
Then it stormed. And stormed. And stormed. I did not get lots of sleep because it was a biiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiig loooooooooouuuuuuuuuuud storm.
That’s all my excitement.
Donkeybear part of me wants to know what you did the mornin’ of graduation and part of me doesn’t want to know cause I’d probably just be jealous.
The breakfast the kids cooked for me was huge; I couldn’t even finish it.
They made me scrambled eggs, pancakes, strawberries with some honey almonds, and toast. Good grief! I had Mr. Taters eat the toast, but I couldn’t get through all the eggs and pancakes. I ate the strawberries, though. I loves me some fresh berries.
Well, I need to get my ass in gear so I can face the hordes at my sister’s place.
We’ve had tornado warnings this afternoon. I could feel the pressure change, so I did some basement chores. Doesn’t seem like it was actually near, but I’d rather not take chances.
Started some bread (focaccia - yum!) and made raspberry preserves.
Now I’m considering going out to locate groceries.
Poor Papa Tigs. He gets up to the register at Kohl’s with two pairs of slacks, one $65, the other $45, both on sale for buy-one-get-one-free. To be specific, the sale sign said:
Buy one pair at $65, get one pair free
Buy one pair at $45, get one free
Now, a normal person would realize that if you get one pair at $65, you’ll get the second pair at $45 free, right? Well, the sales clerk was not normal. She didn’t want to give it to him because he didn’t have TWO $45 pairs.
All this going on with only two sales clerks working on Mother’s Day morning, with all the people in there buying desperation gifts, and no manager to be seen. I’ll say this for Papa Tigs, though: He actually didn’t lose it. Personally, I would have. Either that or I would have written:
Hi, Opal!
on the sign, left the slacks on the counter, and gone home.
Whew. I just sorta organized the spare room. I cleared all the crap off the floor (that I could clear) and assembled the clothes rack, since the closet in that room is packed jammed. I also put the second night stand into the guest room - it’s definitely crowded in there.
Cleo is hiding in the basement - I’d prefer if she hid up here, but I’m not going to find her and drag her up. She’ll show when I start doing the wet food, tho. She learned that routine really fast.
Dunno what we’re doing for supper. Right now, a big bowl of chicken soup sounds good, but I’m too tired to make any. So we’ll figger it out when **FCD ** gets home. He’s out futzing on the boat.
For the record, I don’t want to go to work tomorrow.
But the periwinkles are not periwinkle! Consider my mind blown. (But they’re still very pretty).
Ug, I just got out of bed a couple of minutes ago. I woke up at nine, looked at the clock, thought “Eh, I’ll sleep for a couple more hours.” My body apparently interpreted “A couple more hours” to mean “until a quarter to four.” :rolleyes:
I’ve got to clean the bathroom, clean my bedroom and do a little grocery shopping. I was going to go see my family today, but I don’t think I’ll have time if I do the other stuff, and the other stuff really needs to get done. Crap.
Just cause I was curious, I logged out and went in to the MMP so I could see what those “other” ads were. :eek: It’s worth the $7.48 not to ever see that again. Biiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiig flashy screamin’ ads! :eek: Skeery things!
Yep, I didn’t realize I needed to re-up until I got on the boards at work and saw the ads, and realized our filters don’t block those ads, and they are horrible. So I reupped.
Nothing much is happening. I need to do some cleaning during the next couple of days. Otherwise…eh.
That’s always confused me, too. Pink =/ Periwinkle according to the Gospel of Crayola.
Just poppin’ in to let y’all know I found an appropriate advice column for the occasion. (And yes, that shirt in the icon is mine and that’s me in it.)
PapaJohn made supper, but I had to slog thru the storm. It is really pouring here! They’re saying another half an inch tomorrow. But that’s fine - it’s eating away at the deficit from last year’s drought.
I’m still coughing. I need to remember to toss some cough drops into my purse so I don’t annoy my coworkers any more than usual. Maybe my boss will send me home… *<beaming brainwashing thoughts to Al~~~~>*
Tigs I’ve always had good luck disputing pricing errors at Kohls, like my immersion blender I got for 30 bucks instead of 50 (or was it 20 instead of 40?) because their sign was messed up.
swampy you wouldn’t be jealous, you’ve got a regular man! (Still, right? I wasn’t keeping track of the MMP. Give ACBG a kiss for me if he still exists. You can choose where to plant said kiss.) If you scout the internets well enough, I think someone else is posting pictures.
I’ve still gots to take a shower and laundry and all kinds of stuff but can’t get motivated to do it. I spent a couple of hours on webcam with an internet friend (we were both clothed, pervs) that I haven’t talked to much since I got internets again. That was fun.
I kind of want to get motivated and cook dinner (I was going to do the stuffed pork loin idea that’s kicking around in Cafe Society right now), but at this point it’d require a trip to the grocery store and finding a clean pan, and all those things I hate doing.
Also, tomorrow’s Monday and it’s back to work ::, I’ll have to be up before noon!
Also, due to some strange coincidence where I was on the Equality Ride this time last year, and didn’t have the money to re-up, and having posted in the requisite thread asking for assistance, I got two people who both sent money, and for some reason they stacked, leaving me reupped through next year.
Yay for reup friends! Hmmmmm… pics on teh internets… it was that good? And as to givin’ ol’ y’all know who a kiss… oh yeah… when he gets back from visitatin’ family tomorrow… there will be… “kissin’” goin’ on…
I wonder how Haze is doin’. Those storms that roared through the homeplace last night also roared through the whole Etlanner area. Homeplace is 60 miles south of Etlanner and now considered part of the Metro Area. Hope everything is ok with her. Apparently there was some kinda damage around the Etlanner airport. Hope it doesn’t mess up Haze’s flight out today. Assumin’ it is today that is.
Apparently there was a tornado in the north end of Troup County, GA (county of ye olde home place) that messed up stuff but no injuries or deaths, fortunately. That would put stuff towards the north there (i.e. Etlanner Airport) in the line of the storm. The airport is about 45 miles north of ye olde homeplace. Just nasty stuff all around there early this mornin’.
Anywho… hugs, boos, yays, congrats (btw pprgir, congrats on gettin’ all grad-yoo-eted!) as appropriate, or heck, inappropriate even.
I reupped today, too. I was wondering why I hadn’t heard anything this morning when I was reading your posts about reupping, and then I checked my mail and there was my notice – that my subscription would expire today :eek: if I didn’t reup! So, needless to say, I hastily sent in my $7.48.
Nasty, nasty weather down your way, Swampy. I hope Haze doesn’t run into any problems, either, or any other Dopers down storm way.
And speaking of storms, we have a line passing overhead as we speak. Rusty went into his standard thunderstorm trembling, and since there’s supposed to be multiple lines passing through, we dug out his Anxiety Wrap™ and put it on him. We are well and truly stunned. Although he practically lived in the thing when we lived in Louisiana, it would calm his heartbeat down but not have a whole lot of other effect – but tonight he cheered up almost instantly, then proceeded to chow down on dinner, and is currently snoring right behind me while nasty weather is passing directly overhead! I snapped his photo to send in with a testimonial to the website – it really is a wonderful product! I suspect it’s working better now because he’s gained so much weight since we moved here that it provides a lot more pressure. Whatever it causing its success, however, I ain’t arguing with it!
Back to work. I’m making progress; two-thirds done with the second, shorter chunk of Mr. Stupid Idiot. And today I learned that it’s Dr. Stupid Idiot – the man holds a PhD. :smack: Talk about a true Piled Higher and Deeper candidate!!
I’m not even going to attempt to catch up. Went home up north for the weekend. Back now. Had fun. Got some bad news from the in-laws. Am tired. Laundry needs to be done.
If anyone posted any recipes Friday through today, please PM them to me as I’m can’t go through all the thread right now. Thanks!
Poor tired McUne, let me pat your head… pat pat, skritch
I’m hoping for a few recipes to end up here due to me cross posting the recipe blog address in a thread that says it’s all about liking pie but is instead all about being one of the Kool Kids. If we get a chocolate chip pie recipe from pbbth it means I’m Kool. I think.
My dear sweet boy came by to collect me and forced me to eat smoked prime rib and eggs for brekkie–with toast and hash browns and pineapple mimosas, no less. Then the evil little rascal ordered a crispy french toast plate smothered in strawberries, French vanilla ice cream and whipped cream for the table and I was doomed, DOOMED I say! Kid knows his mama much too well! Grandkid Princess was very late for nap but managed pretty well, couple of minor meltdowns but nothing catastrophic. They kept apologizing for her until I read them the riot act–a three year old who’s in need of sleep can’t hold it together well and there’s no need to feel guilty for her behavior. They took her out when necessary, got her calmed down quickly and we all worked together to help her keep it calm. That’s good parenting as far as I’m concerned. Besides, even when she gets totally evil all she has to do is bat her big blue eyes, toss her curly blonde hair and smile and even the grumpiest of child haters would immediately write her a check for their retirement fund. Kid has WAY too much cute!
Dang, I need a nap! The weatherbastard lied to me and I did NOT get the sunny day they PROMISED me so no weeding got done. Therefore I am completely justified in snoozing my afternoon away if I choose. Yeah, that’s it…
SmartiePants all I can say is shame on that kid of yours for makin’ you endure such a horrible time!
AWWWWW… poor MCUNE hope everything is ok. We’re here for ya.
Stuff I forgot earlier…
JoeDawg was waaaaaaay tiny as a pup. His daddy could put him in his shirt pocket he was so tiny. JoeDawg was mostly head then. It was so funny! Big ol’ haid and teeney tiny body. Poor thing was close to five years old before his body caught up with his haid. Now he’s an old fella, at thirteen and a half. Of course, a chee-hoo-ah-hoo-ah who’s well taken care of and doesn’t have a lot of health problems can live upwards to twenty years. JoeDawg’s got a few years left on him then. He’s well taken care of and lest anyone not understand this… spoiled absolutely rotten to the core by his daddy and his nanny. Rotten lil’ chee-hoo-ah-hoo-ah! I lurves the little critter though.
I still am curious about those supposed pitchers posted on teh internets donkeybear. Methinks this bears (hee!) investigatin’.
MamaTigs, I wish I or someone else in my family knew about Anxiety Wraps back when Brandi the Basset was alive. She would have full on panic attacks during thunderstorms. Once she passed out and Dr. Sister had to give her CPR. My parents finally started letting her hide in their closet during storms so she could shiver and stink in peace.
She was better than Bernie the Basset. I don’t remember this because I was but a wee SpazKitten at the time, but during thunderstorms Bernie would howl. My dad would have to go out to the doghouse with an umbrella and keep petting the dog until the storm passed.
Lesson: Basset hounds are seriously afraid of thunder. They’re all gun-shy, too.
:, I’ll have to be up before noon!
