from the gloomy gray-skied windswept prairie.
Happy Sattiday y’all!
Have read all (finally) but retained practically nothing, so hugs, boos, etc.
I share a birthday with the Marquis de Sade. 
Also Johnny Weissmuller, and many other folks.
I usually don’t tell such things on he innerwebs but I never use my birthday as a password anyway.
Ummmm… what else? Fish. My favorites are sturgeon and salmon. We didn’t get those when i was growing up on the gulf of Mexico, except canned salmon, which really shouldn’t count. I love tuna casserole though, which Wifey despises, so I seldom make it.
We went to the big city on Thorsday and got our covid and flu shots. Very little reactions this time for me, except a sore arm, although my BG was 184 this morning. 
Wifey was hot as a furnace yesterday though.
My HMO wants me to get shots for pneumonia, tetanus, and shingles though. And prolly something else. I’ll think about it.
Later.
The weekend is here (not that it makes a bit of difference to us) and a cold front has knocked the legs out from under a pleasant spell. Six degrees out side at the moment, and the wind is supposed to pick up which will drive chill the factor to -35F. Wheee!
Youngest son and his two adorable daughters are coming over for grilled cheese and tomato soup tomorrow. The youngest girl’s birthday is today, so I thought I’d make a cake. I don’t make cakes. I’ve never been a cake maker; they have stores for that, y’know? So how hard can it be, right? Fuck me, what a mess. It’s in the oven at the moment, but I don’t have high hopes for the outcome, as I misread the filling instructions. Ah well, they’re young enough that they’ll likely think it’s fine. “Yeah, it’s supposed to look like that; it’s called trash cake. Yeah, trash cake, that’s the ticket.”
It’s snowing. At least 3 inches with more to come (title of your sex tape). I made it home from the barn going 25 mph. I’ll be inside tomorrow watching tennis. Ursala Kitteh is curled up in front of the fake fireplace space heater.
BTDubs, “title of your sex tape” is from the very funny show Brooklyn 9 9
Howdy Y’all! We have been our usual slothful and totally useless selves for most of the day. I did cook and we et a late N.O.L./early sup. Thus, we have lupped. Is too a word, I just made it up! Oh and we achieved nappage and day drinkage. Wouldn’t want y’all to think we slacked on sloth.
Lucky hope hubby’s gout is gettin’ better. Like red I live in the land of fried catfish. Catfish, hush puppies, fries, and cheese grits is considered to be a well-rounded meal. Speakin’ of which, with Lent comin’ soon, I need to persuade TPTB over to the church house that we need to do at least one Firday fish fry. It will be Lent. Firday fish fry is a sacred tradition!
MOOOOOOM sounds like a good score on the chairs. We have ladder back chairs in the dinin’ room and breakfast area. We fancified ‘em up with seat cushions, cause we got class and couth and all that there good stuff. FCD will probably feel grief off and on, so shouldn’t sweat it if he thinks he’s not feelin’ it enough.
Taters have fun uhaulin’ stuff.
BooFae have fun tonight. Actually you are probably havin’ fun as I post. Hope the cold is all better soonest.
Oopsie I did not grow up with tuna casserole. I have had it, and liked it, but never made one.
Bumba I had a booster shot called tdap (tetanus, diphteria, and pertussis) last year. One is supposed to get a tetanus booster every ten years, but very few of us do. The diphteria and pertussis part of it is because I am told one should do that once one reaches sixty-five. Definitely get the pneumonia and shingles shots. I had what was termed a mild case of shingles once. ICK! If that was mild I do not want to know what full-on shingles is like. I have had the shots since that time.
Cookie I like the term trash cake. Just plop some good ice cream on top and it’ll get et up.
WetOne HEE! And as to the snow, better thee than me.
teela, your hubs has my sympathy re the gout. I rarely get a flare up anymore, but when I do, they’re painful.
metal mouse, I tend to keep my passwords in the cloud. Anything that doesn’t require personal info like medical or financial , I tend to use the same one (it’s a throw away, easy to remember for crap like loyalty cards and such). I’m like you with PINs though. They get changed once a year.
Moooooom, when my mom passed, most of us closest to her were somewhat relieved when she was finally free. Yes, there was grief, but we had had 20 years to process the grief by that time (did I mention, dementia is a cruel b!tch?).
oopsie, tuna casserole was in regular Friday night rotation when I was growing up. While I eat canned tuna, it tends to be in the form of a tuna melt or tuna salad.
Farted around all day in the studio and now am surfing with a little reddish dog in my arms. 
It’s snowing here too, but not sticking. It was 58f yesterday. Weather be weird. 
Mom, Reassure FCD that grief comes and goes and as time goes on the waves of grief get farther and farther apart (mostly). Most of us can’t hang on to grief for a long time without breaks. I think it’s a survival trait.
Happy Saturday!
It’s a nice N.O.S. 52 degrees outside.
I slept in until 8 this morning. That was after sleeping almost all day yesterday.
Ripple didn’t get his stitches out yesterday. The incision spot on his elbow is inflamed and they want to vet who did the surgery to look at it before taking the stitches out. He got another kind of antibiotic, and we go back Moonday for that.
I’ll schedule Echo and Cerby for daycare Moonday, as we may go to the Oncologist too.
They are supposed to call me Moonday morning to tell us when to come in. It could be Monday, Tuesday, or Wednesday. Tuesday is a problem because I have PT that day, and I can’t keep cancelling PT for everything else.
I hope Ripple behaves himself. The Oncologist receptionist said when she called to get his records, everybody at my vet what saying what a nice dog he is.
I was looking forward to going to the park this morning, but we can’t go until the stitches are out.
I miss all of them, they miss me, and my dogs need exercise and to see their friends.
Dinner sounds good Swampy
Anytime you can get a two for one, or even a three for one, it makes for an even better dinner.
I never feel like cooking.
Oopsie Nice that you can get a bunch of meals out of one dish, but Tuna Noodle Casserole is my least favorite meal from childhood.
I’m not that fond of any fish anyway. One of my exes, Wayne the Pain, lived in DE and he fished a lot. He always ate what he caught, and I was usually pretty unimpressed. The mackerel was pretty good, but most of the rest was just edible, not something I enjoyed.
Sunny, I thought you had Shibe Inu, not Akitas.
Akitas are known for not being too pleasant to other dogs, and they are a lot of dog to control.
There was an Akita that used to come to the park, she was pretty mild, but wanted nothing to do with any other dogs or people.
They are one of the primitive breeds, not always so easy to handle.
Thank you for the MCT info JtC
And thank everyone else for your support.
I’m hopeful he’ll have a good outcome.
I don’t know a lot about canine chemo and radiation, I guess I am going to learn.
Or maybe not, if the vet removed the entire tumor during surgery, then that is all that may be needed.
What gives me hope is that he is so happy, eating, drinking, pooping, peeing, bouncy, energetic, and more playful than usual. The only thing he has trouble with is jumping off the bed and out of the truck. I think it may hurt when he lands on the stitched-up leg.
{{{FCD}}} Like others said, grief comes and goes.
When my father died, I cried, but the biggest feeling was one of relief. He was an alcoholic and I knew I wouldn’t have to deal with his drunken rages anymore. Then I felt guilty for feeling relief.
It hit me hard about 6 months later. I had to call in sick to irk because I woke up crying and couldn’t stop.
It still hasn’t hit me hard with my mother. Maybe it never will. I am still angry.
I was talking with a cousin yesterday, and she said something, a little offhand remark, and I got angry all over again. More and more of my mother’s little lies are coming out.
One thing my cousin said that made me feel better, my sister is very unlikely to buy the house at the price she wants. The lawyer will probably block it, even if everybody agrees.
I’ve seen some pretty nasty accidents and it does shake you up.
Evening all. Did a little shopping (a smaller laptop bag and a pair of gloves) and coached one indoor soccer game and refereed two from 3-6pm, so I have now eaten my fill and will catch up with the evening. Rain is due to start very early tomorrow and continue for most of the day, so indoor activities will dominate, save the trip to the Metro Diner.
FCM, FCDjust might be emotioned-out, what with the long spiral his dad went through, all the issues with his Mother and Brother, the aftermath of his passing…like Sarisays, he may have a bad spell down the road.
And Sari, I’m sure Ripple will behave…
Cookie, you probably did better at cake-making than the Little Rascals did: (note-about 4:40-minute clip–Lil Rascals: Cake Baking for Idiots - YouTube)
Oopsie, glad you enjoyed the tuna casserole; not my dish, but everyone has a different craving. Enjoy the leftovers.
Flyboy, I also had Fettuchini Alfredo for dinn
er–that it came out of a frozen food box is besides the point… 
Boofae, hope the bands are good and make you forget the ills that ail you.
OK, onward into the night. All y’all take care.
I almost grabbed a jar of Alfredo sauce at the supermarket, just as a joke. (The Missus was with me.) But I didn’t, and made it from scratch as usual. I tried to make one serving, but of course I didn’t. So Mrs. L.A. has another big bowl of fettuccine shrimp Alfredo for tomorrow. I still have most of my lamb from last night. I opted not to steam the yellow squash tonight (though I bought a couple), opting instead for leftover asparagus and lemon-dill Béchamel to go with my fish.
This afternoon I chased wild gooses. For the past few weeks, I’ve had that yucky feeling of fluid and pressure in my middle ear. I tried two different alcohol solutions, warm oil, popping my ears and other maneuvers, and NSAIDs. Nothing worked. Now it’s painful, there’s swelling near the ear, I feel like I’m walking on Jello, and the other ear feels weird, so I trudged to the urgent care clinic. (“Walk-ins welcome!”) The receptionist said today it’s by appointment only, as they’re down to one doc. But she said a UC two miles away was taking walk-ins, so hiked over there. Nope. There were over a dozen people ahead of me, and their computers were down, so there’s no way they’d get to me today. I give up.
Bumba, I add my “Do it!” to the shingles vaccination chorus. I hear that shingles pain is excruciating, and who wants that?
Yanks, the “sex tape” comment had me choking with laughter.
I napped. I made a Vieux Carré < emails one to Flyboy > Now I’m chilling.
I like catfish(and most fish) and tuna noodle casserole.
I had a friend who had an outbreak so bad he missed a pub crawl. that stuff’s no joke.
wavs back from snow free N.C.
Sitting here at a local theater - just saw Shock Treatment with shadowcast and waiting for Rocky Horror Picture Show with shadowcast to start at midnight. I won’t be getting up early tomorrow morning!
Puts a small bottle on my list for when we go to the fancy booze store.
No need for embalming, that’s fer sure!
I’m glad you got some good chairs. I need one for the bedroom because the bed is too tall for me to sit down and put my shoes on. I’m all kinds of picky about the chair I want so I’ll prolly make do with something I don’t want until my picky ass can find just the perfect chair for my morning shoe putting on experience. I will also be able to use it for my nightly shoe taking off experience as well. (I wear Uggs, boots and bunny slippers, none of which involve tying laces or anything more strenuous than just putting my feet into them. Why do I need a special chair to do this you ask? Well, it’s because I’m just that fucking special!)
I can see the smoker from my room. A couple of weeks ago, hubs was smoking a chicken and suddenly SMOKE just started pouring out of every seam it could so I woke hubs up to tell him that his smoker was on fire. He reassured me that it was a smoker and should smoke, so I gave up and came back to start work again. Just as I sat down, both smoker doors blew open and soot and ash shot out all over the place.
Upon looking out my window, hubs agreed that maybe there was an issue and went out to see what had happened.
The tray where the pellets fall had been a solid chunk of old ash and when the igniter kept hitting it, everything got hot enough to catch fire and blow the ash and cinders out.
Once that had happened, the smoker went back to working as usual and surprisingly enough, the chicken didn’t turn into one of those cartoon lumps of coal.
Hubs has said that he put “vacuum the smoker out” on a every month schedule in his outlook calendar.
I am so sorry. I understand the pain is horrible.
I am quite sure that someday I will learn how wrong I have been about it, but until that day comes…I am going to err on the side of lazy.
Grants are a different beast, but once you get over the “WTF did I get myself into?” part and start reading the requirements, it is really pretty simple. The time consuming part is gathering all of the required documentation. Something like completing a food stamp application.
I’m currently on hold because I didn’t want to go to todays meeting and give everyone else my cold (my nose is way too drippy to wear a mask), and also because one of the community centers had to change their Federal Tax ID and of course that is taking much longer than it should.
The smaller community center has a new roof scheduled to happen next week when Lowe’s has room on a truck to bring the donated materials. The contractor is donating his time and we have many young volunteers and voluntolds we can call for muscle.
Once the roof is fixed, they can get their kitchen license back and start selling food at Bingo nights again. (A leaky roof has never stopped a Bingo junky, the ones here just moved tables and trash cans around if they were playing during a storm.)
I have a lot of respect for what you are doing as well. I live in the most racist part of one of the most racist states in the country and some of the things I’ve seen and heard happening to civil rights volunteers are really bad. I hope nothing like that ever happens to you.
I missed it the first time, but knowing you, I went back and read it with my eyes. LOLOL!
Waves back from N.O.S Arizona. (It is cold, though. I don’t think it got over 55F today.)
Do it. I once nursed someone through shingles and his suffering was immense. At one point, he couldn’t have the ceiling fan going because the air movement over his sores hurt so much.
The shots were bad, but not nearly as bad as I remember him suffering.
If it is edible, it is not a trash cake! It is a special cake that nobody has ever seen before and will never see again!
I’m not a professional baker, but I have played around with it and that is the first thing I learned about baking…if it is safe to eat and not burnt to a crisp, it is not a trash cake. As has been mentioned, dairy products can cover many flaws.
Dang it. I know that everyone wants and needs to get together. People and dogs are very social animals!
You need to do your PT, if only so you can take care of everyone else.
Not being a dog person, I don’t understand what you meant with primitive breeds. I thought that dogs were thoroughly domesticated eons ago?
I am now crying. I took Dad to the Rocky Horror Picture Show 30 years ago. He was such a good sport about smuggling things in and threw playing cards like a pro. As others have mentioned, grief happens as it will, not as we want or expect.
Good Mornin’ Y’all! Up and caffeinatin’. YAWN ‘Tis 43 Amurrkin out and mostly cloudy with a predicted high of 60 with rain beginnin’ early evenin’ and allegedly throughout the day tomorrow. We shall see. The big item on today’s agenda is deheathenization. I have Verge duty. The Search Committee shall be commissioned today. We’ll all probably be committed sometime in the next few months. We shall return to da cave for a leftover N.O.L. and much sloth and general overall uselessness.
Now I need more caffeine and to feed rumbly tummy. Then purtification for deheathenization must commence.
Happy Sunday Y’all!
Stoopit bladder woke me early. So up, and morning routine tended to. I had to fill the pellet stove because I thought we had enough in it last night to make it till morning. I was wrong - can you imagine?!?!? That’s been corrected, plus I’ve got the ice maker going.
My big plan for today is laundry. There’s a 90% chance of rain, tho Accuweather shows it starting late this afternoon. FCD wants to watch the playoffs. I’ve just started yet another trashy stoopit novel, so I have that to look forward to. They’re so furmulaic - you know the first woman and first man who are described in detail will end up in love and living happily ever after once they overcome some inane obstacle. And yet I continue to read them - maybe I’m getting a specialized sort of dementia that has me reading this crap… 
Then again, easy, mindless entertainment can’t be bad for me, right?
Last night after Red Robin, we went to the apartment, and while there, the sale price for the FL house was finally settled. It was pretty obvious the buyer was trying to lowball the whole process when his counter to our counter was only $2K - less than 1% over his original offer! Plus he wanted MIL to give him a home warranty! She came back with the lowest price she’d determined to accept and no warranty, and he accepted. It’s going to be a cash sale, so it should close pretty quickly, I think. FCD will handle the whole thing electronically. So that’s the last big obstacle.
Once the funds are sent, he (and maybe MIL) will go talk to our money guy about setting up some sort of investment for BIL’s share. That’s MIL’s biggest worry - that her youngest son be taken care of. So we’re hoping Dave can recommend a relatively short-term, high return product - high return being a relative term. But the hope is that between his SS and a monthly disbursement from his inheritance, BIL won’t end up living in a refrigerator box. Of course, the fact that he refuses to make any of the followup appointments that his neurologist specified suggests that he won’t live much longer anyway. But that’s another issue.
Anyway, it’s a dreary morning, it’s cold, and at the end of this week, we’re going away for a short break - HUZZAH!!
Happy Sunday!
What you want is a slipper chair. They’re specifically made to be low enough for shoe putting-on and -off activities. I wanted one, too, for the same reason that you do, but I couldn’t find one online that I liked. Then one day in Target, I saw just what I wanted - a simple, low slipper chair with no arms and a quiet pattern. It’s in my bedroom now and gets a lot of use. But being low, it’s a bit hard for the old girl to get out of.
Afternoon, mumpers! It’s 8c/47f and cloudy out there. That explains why it’s sunny. Weather app says “This weather is a bag of fucking weak sauce!”
Last night’s bands were all really good, saw some friends and was home by midnight. The cold is progressing today, throat is less sore but my nose is running and my head is stuffy. It’s got until Friday to depart 'cos we are off to Spain for a few days and the train strike means I need to drive us to the airport which is around 3hrs away and involves all of our worst motorways. Woe is me, especially as I will have to drive us home again afterwards!
I have no plans today, I have already pushed the roll-suck around the house and had a bath. I will achieve quality slothage for a while before I have to make dinner later.
You have my sympathy on the ears nellie. You were certainly much less of a weenie than I would have been, given the trekking to a couple of urgent care places (I would have weenied out and ubered).
Up, caffeinating, breakfasted and pork stew in the crock for supper. Once lunch / breakfast prep is done, I’ll do KP and mess around for the rest of the day. Tomorrow, it’s back to irk.
Stay safe and healthy y’all!
Up, caffeinated, and sheveled. Off today. Cleaning, hockey, and a litttle handegg is on the agenda.
Great Scott! 
