Skeeters in the MMP

Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share
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Story time!

‘Twas Firday, after the funeral for my cousin Deb, from my mother’s side of the family. Although I was staying with my sister, we had not yet really socialized given the circumstances. So, it was time to do something. She rounded up her BF and her son, called my cousin Dave from my dad’s side, and along came his wife and oldest son. Round it off with the VunderKind, and we were a party of 7.

We headed to a little bar with a big following that was in the next county to the east. We all ate and drank too much, and had a good ol’ time. It was over too soon, and time to go. At this point the story really begins.

As a pack, our little family clan headed off to the parking lot to head our separate ways. You know how you have to leave, but really don’t want to, so you stand around kind of awkwardly, trying to leave and also trying to stay? That was us.

While we were standing around BSing, a couple of us noticed a guy heading our way. He wasn’t so much walking as he was staggering towards us in the most stereotypical Hollywoodish depiction of a drunk that I’ve ever seen. Holy cow, you could smell the booze on his breath from 10 feet (3 meters for you furriners), too.

“You look like you’re having fun (hic). I wanna join. My name is Scott.” I was on edge, getting ready for a fight because of the drunks I’ve dealt with on the bambilance. When he started talking, I relaxed quite a bit because he did not emit the slightest bit of liquid courage. We went around the ring introducing ourselves, and established that we were extended family.

We BSed with him for a while. Soon, it became known that Eric, Dave’s son, was in town to run a marathon Saturday morning. Scot didn’t miss a beat.

“You run? SodoIlet’srace1-2-3GO!” (spacing intentional) Scott took about 3 steps, went to the ground and rolled twice. I still don’t know how he did it, but he rolled straight up and onto his feet with arms raised and shouted, “I won!”

Further conversation revealed that he was from a campground about a half mile north. “I’ve got a lot all the way in back, with the other partiers. Why don’t you guys come back with me? I have plenty of booze…”

No thanks, we’re all trying to go home. Darla, Dave’s wife, asked, “You spend a lot of time in that bar? How do you find your way home?”

“Well, I have a t-shirt that says ‘If drunk, return shirt and occupant to Lot 538, Amish Valley Campgrounds.” We all snickered.

“Why don’t you come back with me? We’ll all fit on my pontoon boat.” All seven of us has visions of the sinking of the Titanic simultaneously.

This went on for a half hour. Finally, even Scott decided he had to go, party crowd or not. “Well, I need to find my truck.” He starts looking around the lot with neck stretched, and he fingers his keys for the lock button. The truck honked, and Scott jumped because he was 3 feet from it.

“Are you going to be OK getting home? You’re pretty trashed…”

“I’ll be careful. Careful is my middle name (long awkward pause), Scott Careful Bennett”. With that, he got in, and drove away at a very slow speed.

The next time we have a family reunion, there will be t-shirts and pontoon boat rides, all in honor of Scott Careful Bennett.

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cool story.

also
blurf!

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As a counterpoint to the tales of death, today is the day my sister meets her son. She’s arranged for a friend to video the reunion - just a bit of a drama queen, my sister… I expect FB will be full of photos this evening.

On another track, I just finished slicing up a poke loin into some chops. Most are in the freezer, but one is soaking in teriyaki for supper tonight. I may try a stir fry. We shall see.

Some time in the next 3 hours, I need to get out of the robe and slippers and into proper goin-to-the-vet garb. Exciting, huh?

:smiley:

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Happy Toosday!

It’s nice and cool outside right now. I think it’ll get hot later.

Your story made me laugh Bobbio, fun drunks can be entertaining.

Wow Missred you too. Do you ever feel like maybe if you hadn’t broken up with them maybe they wouldn’t have died?
There was another guy named Red that I almost dated. He was telling me about his plans for our first date and everything was fine until he asked me what I liked to eat for breakfast.
Red was a big guy and his father was a ever bigger guy. He, his father and his 14 year old nephew went out fishing in a motor boat that was meant to hold 700 pounds. The three of them together was closer to 1000 pounds, Bad enough but they went out fishing under the Bay Bridge where the water is a bit choppy. Another boat sped by and the wake flipped their boat. Red had a tracheostomy tube and even in a life jacket didn’t stand much of a chance. His father tried to to hold him up and died of a heart attack. The poor nephew was holding onto the boat and couldn’t do a thing to help anybody.
Dumb, dumb, dumb.
I used to go out in a little boat with a friend and between the two of us, the cooler and his dog we were over the weight limit. But we fished on a very quiet little river and my biggest fear of falling in was that I’d step on a horseshoe crab or get bitten by a snapping turtle.

Sorry Flytrap I didn’t know your name was Wayne.
My Wayne would tell you (after a few beers) that his full name was Wayne Michael Christopher Fucking Last name.
So one day I bought 3 goldfish and I named them Wayne, Michael and Christopher.
I probably shouldn’t tell you but the cat ate them.

Anyway, don’t know how much I’ll get done today. I’m better than I was yesterday but still hurting.

I hope all goes well for your sister FCM

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BBBobbio cool story!:cool: Tshirts and pontoon boat rides for everybody!

MOOOOM I anxiously await the tales of your sister and her reunion with her son.

The conference call lasted just over an hour. I was expectin’ at least two hours so yay for that.

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I thought Vunderbob’s story was a great cautionary tale, but not cool at all.

Did I miss something or did Scott Careful Bennett not perish a few minutes after driving away?

Figures any thread starting with skeeters would be filled with sadness.

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We believe Scott Careful Bennett survived his trip home. There were no loud crashes or mushroom clouds in the direction he took.

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BBBobbio I haven’t been drunk in 40 years, but I rather hope I’d be the genial type that your unplanned guest was. Hope he made it back safe.

FCM, got my front yard mowed last evening between periods of rain, hoping it stays dry enough to get the back yard tonight, or I’ll be needing extra garbage bags from the house.

Need to get my pictures organized this week from the March/April vacation marathon to Australia/New Zealand. Got about 60% of them done in May and then pooped out. 1200 photos is a lot to go through, and then trying to remember where and why you took the *&% shot in the first place.

If it’s Tuesday, dinner is Mac-n-Cheese (ah, the uncomplicated life of a confirmed batchelor). Need to remember to pick-up the dry-cleaning after irk.

Glad the meeting was only one hour, swampy. You must have been missing ‘that one guy’ (you know the one, every office has him (or her) ) that turns any 15-minute session into a 2-hour marathon.

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He wasn’t mean or disgusting so clearly he wasn’t from mothers side of the family. But other than that ---------

Well, the last day at irk has arrived. Odd thing is I still have my shift and I’m already missing the place. I have hopes of going back in August once the park stuff and history stuff is done but ------- with the Adventures in HR-Land I had during this round I am not betting on it. My grandmother always had this thing/superstition that you MUST leave by the same door you came in; doing otherwise was bad luck and negative juju. So I put in a special request that I get assigned as a scanner on Line C (aka The Leper Colony) - my first actual assignment under that roof. My way of using the same door.

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oh good, I was afraid it was Lake Placid.

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If it was just the ride-able part of the yard, I’d go all John Deere on it. But I have to use the push mower on the hill and the ditch. So between the slope thing, and the slippery, wet grass thing, plus the super-slippery clay that makes up far too much of the soil in this area, I"m not taking any chances.

I fell once while mowing (tripped over a big root when backing up) and I have no intention of doing it again. First of all, I’m not giving the neighbors a free comedy show. Secondly, if there are no neighbors about and I’m home alone, it could be bad if I really hurt myself. So I minimize my risk by only mowing when it’s dry and carrying my phone in my pocket.

Anyway, theoretically, it’s not going to rain tonight, so it should be dry tomorrow and I can take care of it first thing, before it gets too hot, and before the gutter guys show up. That’s the plan, anyway. Meanwhile, I’m having lunch. And I’m dressed in presentable attire for the trip to the vet.

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The meeting has occurred - my sis has met her son and her friend recorded and posted their first hug. It was tearful, and more than 32 years overdue. The rest of us will meet him in November. Except for Mom - she’s having lunch with them today.

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N.O.L.time. Ham 'n cheese sammich, chips, and a diet Poopsie. It’ll keep tummy happy until dindin. I have a beastloaf ready to go in the oven along with already made up mac 'n cheese. I shall heat that up as well and steam some cabbage and make some corn bread. 'Tis comfort food night at da cave. This is one of my fav-o-rite meals.

MOOOOOOM glad the meet up went well. Here’s hopin’ Higgs survives the vet without too much trauma, poor thing.

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ruble, you may be a risk taker; sari might be one as well, but I sure as hell wouldn’t want to risk the wrath of the lovely MrsK. :stuck_out_tongue:

I’m glad that things are going well between FCS and her son. :slight_smile:

I worked on the physical end of a project in one of my areas. It’s one of those rare days that my morning was spent sorting through dusty cartons (about sixty pallets worth!) to get the data for a spreadsheet that will only take an hour to do. Oh, well, I could use the exercise. :stuck_out_tongue:

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I used to take risks, but I agree, I wouldn’t want to take on MrsK.

I need to go get my prescription and I just can’t get motivated to do it. Just can’t get my act together today.

Maybe a nap. I thought I was doing well when I slept until 5 this morning, until I remembered I didn’t got to bed until 1.

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Well, that was close to a wasted trip. Turns out the vaccination that was due was for bordetella, but since we don’t plan to put Higgs in a kennel any time soon, I didn’t get it. I did remember to get her flea stuff (after I walked into the parking lot) and on the way home, I stopped at the Amish market for some 'maters. No strawberries - I guess the season is over. drat. :frowning:

But fresh 'maters for supper, so yay for that!

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My grandfather is back in the hospital. Meanwhile, my mother, who is having another psychotic episode, refuses to go to the hospital.

Life sure is fun around here. :frowning:

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{{{{Midget}}}}}

Meanwhile, on Lawn Guylindt, the humidity has been increasing all day and now I have a killer headache

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yeesh, good luck.

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Howdy from da cave! The beastloaf is in the oven and smellin’ nummy. In a little bit I shall slide the mac 'n cheese in the oven to finish up and get all golden. Cornbread is made up and ready to go into the convection oven in a while and cabbage is ready to steam up. Da bear is hongry! OYKW will be here in a half hour or so. I want to eat asap!

{{{MIdget}}} hope your grandfather is well soon and your mom does decide to get the help she needs.