I had a dentist appointment today. I am very, very conscientious about flossing and brushing (the full 2 minutes on the Sonicare). However, I still have inflammation, probably due to the lupus. It’s discouraging. My teeth are in good shape, for what that’s worth. And I learned a lot about how impossible it is to get rid of the nasty bacteria that lurks way under the gum line.
Now I keep tasting the “Fresh Melon” fluoride treatment. More like “Inject a melon with bathroom cleaner and wrap it in a dirty sheet,” flavor-wise.
My joints were feeling pretty good, so I decided to walk back home in the rain. (3.3 miles, says The Google). It was a nice walk, but now I’m climbing into a hot bath.
*&%%^$^ had my message all typed up and opened a new page rather than a new tab and lost it all.
Still raining here, did get my termite inspection completed (no termites found) and cleaned out the spare bedroom for eventual furniture donation. Need to fix some dinner shortly.
ruble, hope the three stooges next door get smarter soon before the dog (or them) run afoul of the law…which they seem to be on course to doing. And I shot a tommy gun once at a place in Vegas where you can shoot all kinds of guns…I’ll take a SAW anyday, thank you very much.
Peaches! Good to see you about the MMP. Hope the doggies appreciated the trouble you went through for thier kibble.
flyboy, my car registration place is only 4 miles away, so I have less issues than you. Glad that you could get it done.
wet one, the first 60 days are the hardest; the next 18,000 or so days will be easier.
Howdy Y’all! The spoiled brat says thanks for all the bday wishes. We had a good day. Feasted on pancakes ‘n snausages this mornin’, chilled, went by the church house to take care of stuff, et at the [del]hog trough[/del] GC, then back to da cave for more chillage. He is abed cause he felt a food coma comin’ on. I’m quite full myself and may go join him shortly.
Yay ******WetOne **. I managed to irk a half day. Still puny but maybe a tad less than earlier and definitely less than yesterday. I have some of the best ever neighbors as they brought us a pot full of just made chicken soup, pot and all. Hubs said it’s good. I haven’t had any yet.
If I can just make it tomorrow even a half day I will have the weekend to recoup. Being sick at the 1st of the month sucks. They will just have to understand. I think a lot of folks are still on holiday leave and I’ll not be the only one late getting my stuff in. I also have jury duty next week and if required to attend I think I will just blow it off. Since the notices are not sent registered or anything how do they even know I got it? Plus with the holidays I could even be out of town. Rationalized that one I did.
peaches, glad you got the puppers fed. Like your kids, I grew up in a large family, many of whom lived in the same general area. I actually went out with my second cousin until his dad showed me pics of when George and I were little. :eek: We decided not to chlorinate the gene pool, we did.
flytrap, here in the south, the sugar is saved for the tea.
I have been lucky enough to shoot quite a few automatic systems including a lot only seen as movie props. For a SAW I would go the old-fashioned BAR. OK – we’re stretching definitions slightly as used today but that sucker is a real honey. However if we want to get serious Urban I did get to run some rounds through a couple prototype versions of the H&K CAWS. The empties made great shot-glasses/brasses.
And now for some reason I have a desire to build another Puckle or variation on the theme. It may be an interesting February.
A little sugar in the cole slaw, and the rest is for the desserts and tea. (In the European theater, during WWII, passwords to cross guard lines often included words with the letter W to help veed out German infiltrators. I suspect that Robert E. Lee used sugar/no sugar in the cornbread as a similar test…)
If you’re familiar with SE Georgia landmarks - and trust me, this is dull and you can skip the rest of this and miss nothing - my ancestors had all arrived in a rough trapezoid bordered by the Savannah and Satilla Rivers, the Atlantic Ocean, and a rough line from about present day Richmond to Coffee Counties no later than 1847. (And the 1847 potato famine grandfather was an outlier by 30 years. The others straggled in between 1734 and 1816.) Most didn’t live in large population centers, mostly because there were none. (I currently live in the third most populated city in the area I described. According to the historical markers, Sherman’s men were standing in the middle of town and asked whether they’d arrived here yet. And then they burned the courthouse, which - no lie - served as the livery stable when court wasn’t in session.) So… A few centuries of very large farm families and small population, and we’re all related.
It gets even more ridiculous when there was a major geographic barrier in the middle of the described area. The Altamaha River is one of the highest-volume river discharges into the Atlantic, from the US, in spite of being only about 140 miles long. As you can imagine based on that, it’s a deep and wild river. Until around 1910, there were no bridges over it - just a couple of ferries that couldn’t operate during high water. (My grandmother’s father and oldest brother worked on building that first bridge. Her brother fell in the river and drowned.) Needless to say, that sort of thing limited courtships to South or north of the Altamaha.
So my mother is related to everyone south of the big river. My father is related to everyone north. And my children will need to import mates!
(Who was the former poster with the crazy Alabama family? He introduced me to the word “griot,” which is an African term for a keeper of oral history. The griot knows the family connections, and who you can or can’t marry. My aunt is our griot, but she’s 84, so Ancestry DNA for me now!)
Good Mornin’ Y’all! Up and caffeinatin’. YAWN ‘Tis 73 Amurrkin out and cloudy with a predicted high of 77 with rain/tstorms/apocalypse predicted all day today and tonight. Part of the reason I am up now is due to the weather. Got me kinda spooked bein’ this warm. Over the past couple of years we’ve had tornados and straight line winds around this time of year with weather just like it is now. No big plans on the agenda for either of us. My meds are supposed to be delivered today via FedEx. I feel sorry for folks like FedEx drivers on days like today. We have leftovers from the big NYD feast which shall be tonight’s sup. Much laziness shall ensue today.
Peaches my family is pretty much related to everyone in West Central Jawja/East Central Alabama. Everyone in Heard County Jawja is related and they keep marryin’ each other. That is the only explanation I can imagine for why Heard County exists.
Now I need more caffeine and to feed rumbly tummy. Then, onward into the day. Rah.
It’s a not so bad cloudy 43 degrees outside this morning. Supposed to rain later with highs in the 50s. And I thought the heat wave was over.
Today is payday but all the bills have been paid already.
Stupid cat. Echo was peacefully chewing on a toy and Adam crept up behind her and pounced. The chase was on. I told him, if she catches you, you are on your own, so don’t start howling for somebody to come and rescue you.
Getting ready for th park. Not much else on the agenda except to follow up with the phone calls I made yesterday, and one phone call I have been putting off. Well, two calls I have been putting off, one to a friend of a friend that I really don’t want to talk to but they need my help with something. And, I’ve decided to call the landlord of the house next door. Redoing the back room/closet/wth it is is on the agenda for this year. If he isn’t going to fix the window then I am getting the city involved, it’s not fair that I can’t use part of my house because they aren’t taking care of their house. While I’m at it I’ll bitch about the plumbing too, I want to be able to use my basement sink again. Not that it is so important, but forcing them to fix the plumbing on their side means somebody will see the hoard, and then maybe the hoard will get cleared.
Although all things considered, if replacing my pipes breaks their pipes and their basement floods, that is not my problem. But the plumbers won’t do it and I get it, they don’t want it coming back on them.
I’m starting to get a fuck you attitude.
It’s starting to look like retirement means sleeping till 7. That may change in the summer when it gets lighter much sooner. I’ve breakfasted and I’m caffeinating. Roxy started fussing, so I got her up and changed, and now she’s eating oatmeal with peach chunks. The kid is becoming adept with a spoon and a fork - Roxy-sized of course!
We got rain overnight and it’s supposed to continue on and off thru tomorrow night. I’m glad the gutter guys got here yesterday! I need to run to WalMart for more generic Nyquil (and other stuff) but no other plans for the day. The cold that’s still kicking my butt has hit **FCD **pretty hard. The whole household appears to have come down with this plague. Sick sucks.
Welcome back, Peaches!! FWIW, I seem to recall reading that beyond 2nd cousins, the bloodline is diluted enough to avoid babbies with webbed feet. It’s never been an issue for us. Our famblies came to the US in the early 1900s from various parts of Poland. Altho interbreeding could explain a few uncles… :eek:
Daughter just got up, so I don’t have Roxy duty any longer. Whew!
