Soup turned out well and kitchen is cleaned up. I spent a long time talking to a former colleague back in Wyoming. I think I got out of the district just in time. I think I’ll soak in a hot bath for awhile. Joints have been cranky today.
Evening all. Managed to do nothing today except go to Logan’s Roadhouse for a New Year’s meatloaf dinner…which I didn’t get because apparently the cook burned it (or something), but anyway they were out–just like the last time I went there a couple weeks ago. If it happens again I will be most displeased.
Rain is forecast here to start tomorrow morning and continue through Firday night, flood warnings are already being issued. So another couple days inside seem likely.
Hope the sickies get to feeling better; and hope you don’t need tonsils pulled, Butters.
Glad to see you checking in, Stickybuns; may 2020 be less weird than last year.
Let us know what Roxy gets enrolled in, FCM.
See y’all Thorsday.
Good Mornin’ Y’all! Up and caffeinatin’. YAWN ‘Tis 51 Amurrkin out with a predicted high of 71 and rain this mornin’. TWPTB say there are “showers in the vicinity.” Today is OYKW’s bday. As I already mentioned we shall feast upon pancakes and snausages this mornin’ and hit the [del]hog trough[/del] Golden Corral for the old fart early bird special. What? That’s what he wants. I also need to head over to the church house to put out trash can(s) for pickup tomorrow and take care of a couple things. I think maybe we can combine that with the GC trip and get it all done in one trip. Anywho, that’s the excitatement for the day in these parts.
Now I need more caffeine and wait until OYKW arises to make his bday feast. Then, onward into the day. Rah.
Happy Thursday Y’all!
Speaking of meatloaf (which I pulled out of the freezer for tonight’s supper) last week, my MIL served meatloaf for supper one night. She topped it with brown sugar! :eek: What a weird taste sensation. And it was deliberate, not a result of her not seeing well. Maybe it’s a Hoosier thing.
With luck, the gutter cleaners will come today, since we’re promised rain tomorrow. And I’m washing Higgs’ bedding - I may even be able to hang it outside to dry. Maybe. Still coughing, dammit. I’ve about had it with this cold!
**MetalMouse **- I mentioned to my daughter that the rec dept offers soccer for the itty-bitty ones (3-y/o, so still a year out) and she pretty much screamed NO NO NO!! She thinks it’s a boring sport. She’s hoping Roxy goes for gymnastics and/or dance. I do see a potential gymnast - the kid is fearless and she loves flipping around and stuff. She also likes pounding on the piano, and I think back to when my little girl took piano lessons and we were forced to sit thru the interminable recitals… :eek: But we shall see.
No clue what the day holds - I guess we’ll see.
Happy Thursday!!
Didn’t die yet but still suffering. I came to irk just to get inventory done. I am leaving after that.
FCM, we also have 3-4 soccer, it’s a good way to run off excess energy and get to play with/socialize with other kids…but I admit I’m prejudiced having coached soccer for over 40 years… Whatever she likes to do.
We have rain, continuing all day until this evening brings…more rain. Annual termite inspection is scheduled for 11am so I need to make myself presentable by then. Otherwise not much on the agenda, may start prepping the house for painting/carpeting and furniture removal…if I get ambitious…
A happy B’day to OYKW, swampy.
All y’all take care.
Up, caffeinated, and sheveled. My haid is still stopped up.
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Yay for not joining the Choir Invisible yet. 
However, my stove has.:dubious:
Waiting for the gutter cleaners. Waiting for a call back from our financial guy. Guess I’ll assume the knit position for a while.
Happy Thorsday!
Happy Birthday OYKW!
It was a cold 25 this morning, up into the 40s now, and N.O.S.
Butters, get a new ENT. There is no reason not to have a tonsillectomy as an adult if the infections are as severe as what you get. No, I am not a doctor, but I have been a medical librarian for over 30 years, and a hospital librarian for 19.
I’ll take the Tommy gun. You can keep the flappers.
They most certainly do do tonsillectomies on adults, and don’t die. It’s highly overrated.
Happy Birthday, OYKW
Yeesh.
OK, the drive from Almost Canada down to Seattle was very good. The sign in Everett said 27 minutes to Seattle. Usually it’s closer to an hour… or more… or much more. But then…
I printed off my car insurance cars. I went to put one in the Prius, and noticed my registration expired in September. :smack: (Too many vehicles.) So I sneaked out of the office to go to a licensing store in West Seattle. When I got there, there was a sign on the door saying it’s closed permanently. I had to go to Georgetown. I get there, and there are a dozen people ahead of me. Several of them had packets with them, so they would take a while. I took a number and waited. While I was waiting, I pulled out my phone and renewed my tabs online, to be picked up at the shop where I was. I got them pretty quick after that, but I did have to go to two places and the traffic at the port was clogged with trucks.
I’m working on a file that contains non-display characters. It’s a PITA anyway, but NDCs make it worse. I found all of the ALT+010s, but there were others in there whose ASCII code is unknown to me. The work-around is to copy the spreadsheet into Word, change all manual line breaks to pipes, and then copy and paste back into Excel. Copying an Excel file that has formatting into Word takes a very long time. Pasting it back after finding the NDCs takes a long time too. So I let it think about copying into Word whilst I nipped out to Trader Joe’s for my salad. The traffic back was worse than it was when I went out to renew my tabs.
I bought some wine that was aged three months in bourbon barrels. I thought about drinking it for lunch instead of eating my salad. Didn’t do it, though. Wouldn’t be prudent.
I guess that’s what I get for forgetting to make ham hocks & black-eyed peas, and collar greens with ham hocks on New Year’s Day. 
Hi, Y’all.
Mom~CrackerBarrel puts brown sugar on their meatloaf. I don’t like it. It’s weird.
Spidey- sounds like the dip was fun.:eek:
Nellie- feel better soon!!
I had my IV this morning. They poked anti-nausea meds in me as well. I’m not pukey or green around the gills at all. That worked well. I will require that everytime, YOU HEAR THAT? Infusion center nurses!!
I’m home, not fever-y or sickly at all. I feel it’s time to be bad and do something fun. Cannot think of anything to do though. Maybe I’ll just nap.
The Siameezers have been mad at me for 2 weeks. They came to sit by me as soon as I got in my chair. We had a talk. They do love me again. As long as those dang Chihuahuas stay away. And I buy more Mackerel.
Y’all have a nice evening.
Sixty (60) days without a cigarette. I’m proud of me.
Good to know - not that I’m inclined to order meatloaf when I eat out. MY meatloaf was quite good, and there’s enough left over for **FCD **to have a sammich tomorrow.
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(Those are gold stars, in case it’s not clear. MegaCongrats!!!)
Our gutters we de-leafed today - HUZZAH!! And I made a grocery run. And I got the answer to a book title question that was making me crazy, courtesy of Cafe Society. Except when I mentioned it to my daughter, she knew the boot title immediately. Guess I should asked her first.
Chillage shall fill the evening.
As you should be
Didn’t get much done today, kind of frustrating because a lot of what I had to do involved phone calls.
I cannot imagine putting brown sugar in meat loaf.
I have a good supply of wood and some free time this weekend ------ I could assist the NHL in – something or other.
The part that troubles me is it isn’t a bad dog; just a stupid owner. The first time it came after me I had a talk with them about maybe a leash or something and “we don’t want her to feel confined”. Brought up the idea of a fence and “it would need to be tall near the house because of the porch and disturb our view”. Your view of — my yard? And how much view does chain-link actually block? I’ve said it here before - these three morons bought a house and decided it gave them title to the whole freaking neighborhood. If you wanted a poster illustration of why folks thing gentrification is bad I could e-mail you the images. :smack:
Second part first: whoever said that death was overrated clearly was not married. 
First part second: now tommyguns ARE overrated. Give me an MP-40 or M-2 Carbine. Especially the M-2. Great little creature.
Happy birthday OYKW!
Moooooom, you may be right about the brown sugar on meatloaf being a Hoosier thing. A couple of my friends’ moms growing up did that.
Yay wet one!
Back to the old grind. Irked a full day today and got most of EoM reports out. Just a couple of easy ones and EoY for department leadership tomorrow. I look to get out of there shortly after lunch.
About a year late, but happy birthdays and anniversaries all, and I hope all y’all sickies are feeling less puny. Hubby and girls are still stuck in extreme SE Georgia, because Tony is puny now. But they should be in tomorrow. I miss the buttheads.
No big excitement here: sat home and comforted 250# of “lapdogs” during the fireworks. Girl 2.0 and I went to Mama’s and ate traditional foods yesterday. Brought home some leftovers, and enjoyed the whole meal again today. (Okay, I ate the cookies for breakfast. But they were oatmeal, cranberry, and walnut. Totally counts as breakfast!)
Speaking of the twenties, before my junior prom, my grandma made sure that I could Charleston adequately. I thought it was charming and slightly dotty then, but maybe that will finally be handy? No tommy gun, but I don’t think I need one.
Mundane: took Uber to the food mart this afternoon because Hubby has the truck, Daughter 2.0 has the SUV, and The Boy has the car, and the lap dogs were completely out of kibble. Fourth time in my life that I’ve used Uber. Second time that I’ve met a distant cousin who drives for Uber.
I got Ancestry DNA kits for husband and self for Christmas, to see if that can help solve a couple of genealogical mysteries. But I feel comfortable having told my kids “DO NOT date anyone from the SE quadrant of Georgia! I don’t want funny-looking grandchildren!” (My son actually went out on a couple of dates with the daughter of the cousin who made my delicious breakfast cookies. “Oh, she sounds lovely! What’s her name?” [Name] “Cool, your great-great grandfather was her grandfather.” “Mom, stop!”)