From what I saw at least NY got going. Those cross streets and winds gave the handlers a time though.
Other than that doing some laundry, some eBay, some state paperwork for this summer and generally puttering. Planning some shopping for a couple toy drives but if I do go out tomorrow it will be later in the afternoon.
Happy Thanksgiving to everyone. I’m still recovering from this dang bronchitis. Every day I hit the wall about 2pm. Today I am staying home to rest. Dinner will be flank steak rolled in garlic butter, baked N.O.T., sautéed mushrooms, and green beans. I really want to see Ariel today but have to put my health first. Still not smoking. 26 days and I have NOT smoked 568 cigarettes.
'Tis a quarter to nine, and the giblets are simmering for stock. Butter is on the counter to soften.
its your fault for the first time in almost 20 years and the first real snow in almost 35
ITS SNOWING ! here in the desert … we might get 2-3 feet s its supposed to snow all day :eek:
wonder if well make the weather channel …
I lived in Lancaster in high school and into my mid-20s. Mrs. L.A. grew up in Rosamond and Lancaster. We both attended QHHS.
Up here in almost-Canada, it’s 34ºF and sunny.
Happy Thanksgiving, everyone. After frolicking on the beach, we’ll be enjoying a huge turkey-fest put on annually by our neighbor. Just hope it doesn’t stay too warm.
Macy’s balloons flew; low, but they flew. Philly gounded theirs.
Yanno, Iffn one puts the first piece of turkey in their pocket one can’t CHOKE on said piece. :dubious:
I’m in a death spiral. Chihuahuas won’t stop yapping. They are in the garage, now. Sounds like barking in a tin box. Daughter and kids talk so LOUD. Now I know why!
My dogs are confused. Beagle Betsy is yodelling. Yorkie is spinning in circles. I’m going out of my mind. (:))
Time to join the cats up on the beams?
I don’t know if everyone can see this, but these photos were posted to the ‘You know you’re from the AV when…’ Facebook page. It’s really coming down!
All seems to be well with my sleep pacemaker. I bump up the strength to Level 3 tonight.
A thousand times yes on NEVER JAM POTATO PEELS DOWN THE DISPOSAL!
Also don’t feed it too many carrot peels or eggshells without running the water long enough afterward to wash the grindings out to the city sewer under the street. A couple months ago, PWAISDN put 18 eggshells into my disposer and hit the switch. Eggshells disappear and all seems well in the world. Until it wasn’t and the washing machine drain backs up, making a mess in the garage. When I bought the place, I upgraded to the top-of-the-line disposer, having had bad experiences with the cheapies. Triple grinding, all stainless steel guts, so it’ll never rust out and flood the cabinet. It’ll safely devour bones, and it’s quiet.
So, snake time. <yech!> I start snaking and come back with white sand. The disposer dutifully pulverized the shells into bits smaller than coffee grounds, but they all settled into a low spot or a bend in the pipe under the house. There are times when “Sorry honey” just isn’t quite enough.
You could throw olives at the guests!
Feet? Wanna trade houses? I haven’t seen that much snow in ages and I really really miss it. 
I do have a couple extra meat cleavers; just saying. 
The lil’wrekker and her boyfriend Hamza are trying to convince Big Wrek that a Bollywood movie is just the thing to watch. Die Hard needs to die hard. Get it off my TV. Aaaccckkkk.
There’s a link to some Facebook pics on the previous page. I don’t know if you can see them.
Please, what does N.O.S. mean?
Sorry** Shady**
I had considered irking, for just an hour, but then comon sense took over and I took a nap instead.
Now I need to get to moving and get some stuff done around here.
The turkey is stuffed and in the oven. Extra dressing is in ramekins ready to be baked (eventually). Mrs. L.A. had Pop-Tarts for breakfast. I had a ham & cheese omelette and a V8.
Not Our Sunny
as in it is sunny outside but Not Our Sunny (Daze) outside. Unless of course she has come for a visit, in which case she could very well be outside.
N.O.T. is Not Our Taters
as in I am having Not Our Taters salad for lunch, because it wouldn’t do to eat Our Taters for lunch. Even if it wasn’t illegal, cannabalism is just so ICK!
N.O.N. Not Our Nuts, well because it wouldn’t be right to eat Filbert either, or to use her to describe those who are tetched in the haid. Even if she does like playing with bees.
Damnit, I’m not entirely sure. I have the manufacturer’s info. I think it’s oil finish.
No. I’ll check into that.
D’Anconia here’s the N.O.S. info.
It’s a very grey day here. We’re heading to my sister’s for Thanksgiving, but I don’t know when. I shall inquire.
Happy Thanksgiving all!