Salmon, tuna, cod, halibut, mahi-mahi, plus shellfish - always the first thing I look for when dining out. But I don’t much like tilapia. Heck, I even like the fake seafood made with pollock. I think I know what’s for supper tomorrow…
Tobias has been napping about 2 hours. I was able to make a pot of bean soup for supper - yum! In about half an hour, we’ll head out to pick up Roxy and go to the library till their mom reclaims them. Then I have 4 babby-free days!!
Crikey, it’s after 11 already. I need to get out for my walk soon.
For some reason, I slept really late today, even though I didn’t go to bed late. My mom would have said, “You must have needed it,” so I’ll go with that.
Would those of you getting rain please send some this way? Will pay for shipping. Sun and smoke, sun and smoke, as far as TWPTB can see into the future. And it’ll be EIGHTY on Saturday. October is my favorite month because of the colors (Very little here now–just green or brown) and the cool, crisp temps (Hah.) I’m missing October, people!
I used to love tuna casserole as a child. Now it just seems so bland. And peas. Ick.
How would she know? 
I have this dark vision of her continuing to call and insist she IS part of the programme. Maybe you could tell her you found out Princeton wants her. Give her an automated phone number to call. Hey, we foisted Madonna on you; turnabout is fair play.
JtC, if swampy says you’d be in the moral right, that seals the deal!
I can’t stop laughing at this.
Taters, hope you feel better. That sounds like it sucketh mightily.
I think it’d be far more effective to employ swampy’s solution.
That must have been…interesting…for the other people on the tour. “That looks like fun but could you hurry it along, we’re due on he Arizona tour at 2:00”
Also, you have a point.
I lurves me some tuna-noodle casserole, (sorry). The next time I have a disused cauliflower lurking about I’ll have to try Mom’s recipe.
Rat, I would think the cheese in those sammiches would leak out into the toaster. How do they avoid that?
Sorry you’re feeling poorly Taters.
Wifey has an appointment with a physical therapist* in The Dalles this afternoon and I’m going with to pick up prescriptions and foodstuffs at Safeway. We’ll prolly take the truck so’s I can put gas in.
*She has something wrong with her one of her adductor muscles in her left leg. No, it’s not my fault.
Daughter unit is coming over late tonight for the weekend. She’ll be bringing her new little mini aussie puppy (Archie) with her. Archie torments Gibbs wanting to play. Gibbs is a ‘senior dog’ and doesn’t want to play. Also he has health issues and shouldn’t. It’ll be interesting.
Later.
Less than an hour of work to go…I just need for no one to email/message/call me for the next 32 minutes… 
I’m quittin’ early to take Bailey to her next PT appointment. Today I’ll let them know that this is her penultimate session (she has one more appointment, on the 27th). I’m starting therapy in November, and even though it costs less than the doggy PT I really don’t want to pay for both. Bailey’s arthritis is currently mild, and she’s just uncomfortable at times vs being in actual pain, so I figure we’ll see what the next 6 months bring. If she gets worse/I stop going to therapy/my annual salary increase is decent, I’ll look at resuming her rehab.
This evening I’m going to DC with a friend to hear some live jazz. I haven’t been out since August, and that was for shows where I was a guest singer. It’ll be nice to get to just listen! Another friend might meet us at the place, and there are bound to be several other folks we know (the DC jazz community is both vast and small!). And, the venue has yummy chili and even yummier sweet potato tots. There are definitely worse ways to stay up way too late on a Thursday…and, my attention won’t be divided now that tonight’s Yankee game has been postponed to tomorrow afternoon. 
Normally I feel the same, but…butter?? 
HERETIC!
*pearls clutched*
*fainting couch drawn near*
!
Oh well…some other time. 
I know the feeling. I love fall, too, and I’m not getting to dig out the sweaters yet! Highs here are upper 70s to low 80s for at least the next week. I want FALL weather!!!
As for peas, fresh or frozen are great, canned are disgusting.
Maybe your diet is a little too low-fat lately? The human body does need some dietary fats.
Well, doing my PT only had one cat “helping” today. Allie seems rather surprised by the whole thing. Buddy is solidly camped in the laundry basket of clean stuff (we’re resigned to wearing cat hair). Home A1C test pack arrived today, and one of the four tests has been duly used. Result was 5.8, still officially “pre-diabetic”, but since the last one (June, Kaiser lab) was 6.1, I’m headed the right direction.
Now I’m hoping for maintenance to show up to check out my dryer. I’m having to run two cycles lately. Cycle 1 gets clothes warm, but they’re still damp. Takes the second run to get them fully dry, which is not normal for this machine (been using it for the whole ten years I’ve lived here). My usual-size loads, and yes, I made sure the lint trap was cleared out.
I refuse to use cream-of-anything in any recipe. Period. End of discussion. 
The kids have been turned over to their mom, I spent just shy of $40 in Food Lion, and I’m warming the soup for supper (in about 15 minutes.) Tomorrow, I’m taking my carpet cleaner to the in-laws’ place to clean their dining room rug and see what I can do about the living room rug. That’s my only plan so far.
Meanwhile, tonight shall be max chillage.
CITE HER!
CHEER IT!
My sister’s dog managed to eat leftover tuna casserole and leave the peas behind. It’s cold here. 52 with a nasty wind. That would be a fine temp if the wind were calm. My furnace kicked on. Ursala Kitteh is on the people bed snuggled into the fleece blanket.
Howdy Y’all! It actually got N.O.S. this afternoon, so ‘twas nice for sittin’ and day drinkin’ on the back porch. That, nappage, the general overall uselessness, and the heat up and eat up of sup, along with the clean up, were the activities of the day. Now we have chill time cause we are worn slap out!
{{{Taters}}} hope you feel better soonest.
Nettie I don’t know about me and moral right. My scruples are good, but I have a tendency to be lax in morals.
I do not use cream o’ soups very often, as I make a good white sauce, if’n I do say so myself.
Procrastination is my middle name. I have been known to spend the entire day washing windows instead of getting on with the minor little thing that I’m avoiding.
Thank you, I feel better about my decision. I’ve always been a tree-hugger and you are right that it makes more sense to have the husband pick up the boxes on his way rather than drive my car needlessly.
I’m fairly sure that my BFF’s leftover food will be more than enough for that poor woman and it it looks like it won’t, I will continue to send mine with the husband.
I’m worried too, if the fibers get twisted up in her guts it will take expensive surgery to save her life. Can you maybe call your vet and ask about something she can take to help it pass?
That’s horrible, are you getting enough calcium and vitamin D? Try drinking White Russians outside in the sun for a while and see it that helps.
Snert. I was a floozy, not an exhibitionist. Not getting caught was part of the fun. Speaking of the Arizona…did you know that the Visitor Center was on piers (built on a swamp) and that the groundskeepers keep their golf carts and what not in the basement? That door wasn’t locked the time we visited…
Our family dog didn’t like peas either. Us kids thought it was a lot of fun watching Dad try to hide the leftover peas in the dogs food only to find them all over the floor while the bowl was licked clean.
My new recliner was delivered today. Poor GG does not approve of the change. He finally got up the courage to get close and sniff at it, but then I put my legs up and GG is back in the spare room again. VBC likes it, it lets me make a good lap.
Lucy has some…er…interesting ancestry there sari.
Your student deserved that late pass nellie. She was taking care of her friend.
JtC, if the grieving woman lives by herself, it is likely that she’s being overwhelmed with all of that food. The family down the street sounds like they could use the help and you’d be kinder to the environment.
Irked, took Nelson to the dog park (his buds Layla, Bandit, Ollie and Ozzie were there), came home and et. Tomorrow, Sis will be here late in the afternoon and stay until Sunday morning when she heads back to Texas (she’s at Dad’s now).
Stay safe and healthy y’all!
You have just put succinctly put words to my feelings, thank you. If it was loads of shelf stable food, I would want to fill her pantry…but everything I get is perishable as well as being close to going off.
The family down the street really is on top of our minds when it comes to giving. He had a good paying job and she was a SAHM before their lives changed forever. I’m fairly sure that he will be able to get disability payments and things will stabilize financially for them in six months or so, but Christmas is coming and they have three children.
In other news, we are all electric so didn’t have an account with the propane company. Hubs called them and learned that it was a very simple matter to arrange to pay to have someone’s tank filled anonymously because this is something that happens fairly often at the beginning of winter. Learning that gave us a warm feeling 
I’m going to try not to complain about the smoke because it’s so much worse where my son lives, and he has severe asthma. HE gets to complain (but doesn’t).
Clearly a dog with a discriminating palate.
Would you please come and sort my jewelry box ? My windows could use a scrubbing. 
Also, bless you and Hubs for that propane gift.
Oh, I 100% agree! I told her it was the best reason for tardiness ever. I never scolded kids for being late. What a crappy way to start class for them. I just said sincerely, “I’m so glad you’re here.”
Smoke pollution was 185 on campus but I couldn’t shut the windows because it was 80 degrees and the radiators are on.
Evening all. Spent the afternoon watching soccer and trying to solve last week’s Triple Sudoku (got two out of three solved, but can;t get the last one to work). Gym work was early and soccer only had 5 boys there, plus the sun is pretty much done for by 6:30pm. Came home and fixed my cheeburger and am now internettin’ and have the tackleball game on Amazon Prime. Temperature is down to 56F so comfortable sleeping tonight.
JtC, whatever you do, you are being a good person…never forget that. There are still a lot of us around (the MMP shows us that). And I bet GG forgets how scary the recliner is and is back in your lap shortly.
Oopsie, enjoy the evening, sounds like a fun time. And no Yankee game (rainout).
nellie, would like to send you some rain, but what we got was the first rain in 2.5 weeks here and the 10-day forecast doesn’t show much chance of rain in the future here in N. Ali-bama.
doggio, leg cramps can be debilitating (and they hurt like hell). Hope the leg is feeling better.
flyboy, thought only dogs ate anything and everything. Hope that it passes soon without damage.
OK, need to finish up and keep myself occupied until late. All y’all take care.
Caprese salads and leftover chicken cordon bleu tonight. We finished off all of the ripe homegrown tomatoes, and I’ve virtually denuded the basil plant. The Spousal Unit said the leftover chicken had a ‘great flavour’, but she thought it needed a sauce.
There was a big glob of carpet threads handing from a nylon strand. She ate ut like spaghetti, or a rabbit eating a dandelion. 
Up from naptime. Having an Iberian Martini, and smoked Paprika chicken with potato rounds and cheddar broccoli for dinner.
I wann try Mooooommmmm! recipe.
Maybe she’s possessed by Linda Richaman?
[Coffee Talk]It’s like butta.[/Coffee Talk]
I did. Now I need a rug that ties the room together.
Gin helps.
Why? 
Happy Thorsday!
I was a rainy morning at the park, 62 degrees and breezy. It felt warmer than I expected.
The morning was a bit of a jumbled mess and nobody came when they said they would. I felt bad because Stitch and Ginger pulled up as everybody was in their cars and leaving. If my son wasn’t with me, I would have stayed longer.
I like Stitch and Ginger mom, I was very disappointed to find out she is married, I wanted to introduce her to my son as I think she’d be a great DIL.
Everybody thought Lucy was a yellow lab mix. It’s what she looks like. Lucy dad got her DNA tested. You can see the Great Pyrenees once you know it’s there. Nothing even remotely like a Chihuahua.
I’m kind of surprised the little brats tried something with Lucy dad. He is… well, I wouldn’t mess with him. Even with two bad knees and two bad hips, he could probably beat the crap out of anybody who messed with him. As long as he didn’t have to chase them.
I think a day in jail for the little thug-wannabes would be a good thing.
Although I like Swampy’s idea of biting them himself.
One guy at the park said he’d told them you give me $20, and I want let my dog bite you.
I take a lot of my life lessons from working with animals. When I was a teen, I worked on a horse farm. There was a pair of horses that we’d usually send out together, Star and Inky, who were about the same size and good buddies.
They were also stubborn.
They would start down the road to the trail and get part way down the trail, and turn around and come back. The people didn’t like them so we gave the two different horses to ride. Next time Star and Inky went out, they made it to the beginning of the trail, turned around and came back. Once again, we gave the people different horses. Next time they made it half way down the road and turned around and came back. Gave the people two different horses to ride.
Next thing you know, you can’t get Star and Inky to even start down the road. Every time we let them get away with coming back, we reinforced the bad behavior.
So there the part of me that says everybody makes mistakes and deserves a second chance, and the other part that says come down hard on the little brats the first time so they don’t even think of doing something so stupid ever again.
They also need to learn that no matter how big and bad you think you are, there is always someone just a little bit bigger and a little bit badder. One day they will pull that crap on the wrong person, and they are going to get hurt.
Better for them that it gets nipped in the bid now.
Lots of rain last night and today and no water in the basement. I’m still waiting for the new downspout, but the sand my son put down made a difference. He said it is like concrete.
The pipe hasn’t been leaking either, but we have been using water sparingly. I thought I was flushing root killer, but was actually flushing drain cleaner. It’s meant for the main drain. I found the root killer today. I guess I should have paid more attention to the packaging.
They are both used the same way, so no harm.
The only thing I did wrong was I had to use a wooden spoon handle to break up the powder and I forgot you can’t let the drain cleaner touch stainless steel or it stains it. I put it in the sink, now I have black streaks in the powder room sink that are going to be a bitch to get rid of.
I got almost no sleep last night.
The rain woke me up. My son sent a text he would get off 3-4 and I thought, yeah, I heard that before.
I kept waking up checking the phone. He didn’t get out until 530. They had their shrimp and steak dinner last night, so they got a longer lunch, and they had a lot more irk.
He wanted to bring me some shrimp, but they disappeared fast. There were some steaks left over, but they were gone before he could get one for me. So, he brought me a baked potato with sour cream, some vegetable mix, and a brownie with whipped cream and strawberries.
They do some nice dinners at his irk. This was a reward for no injuries for whatever time period.
I don’t like tuna noodle casserole because of the tuna.
The only hot tuna I like is
this Hot Tuna
and this
I think if you replace the tuna with turkey, or ham, and took out the peas, it would be okay.
That is cool being the only guy Hippie
Filling the propane tank was a good deed JtC . I’m sure you earned some good Karmic Points.
As for the food, 90 miles is a lot of driving, I say let the friend’s hubby pick it up.
Have fun listening to jazz, Ooopsie.
I feel your pain Doggio. Usually I’ll wake up before I get a leg cramp so I can pull my toes back. One night one hit before I woke up, I was almost in tears. It hurt so bad and I couldn’t get my toes back.
I had to put them up against the dresser and push hard.
Then every time I’d start to fall back asleep; I’d feel the cramp coming on again.
When one of my client’s dogs ate something it shouldn’t have, a dryer sheet, the vet told me to give the dog butter. It would help grease it up and make it pass easier.
{{{Taters}}}
I wish I could find a week.
Because the universty always turns the heat on in some buildings in early October. It is never cold in early October.