Up, caffeinated, and sheveled. Off today. It’s raining, but there’s hockey today.
Kilt Night rocked. But why does every bar i go to run out of Guinness?:dubious:
If it happens often enough it might be some kind of World Record.
‘Tis rainy out, but I have taco soup (OLÈ!) simmerin’ away in a slow cooker and smellin’ nummy!
I, er, presume he returned?
I wonder how old a child is before a Mother asks him/her to repair things, or check out night time noises.
I did not notice with Mama Plant. I recall being called at midnight to find her wedding ring that went down the drain. Crouched in the closet trying to dig up the bathtub trap, I cursed my fate, looked up at the sink and saw the little jar that cleans jewelry. :dubious:
My great (grand?) nephew is being baptized this weekend, so I ran out at lunch and got him a couple of gifts - a book that makes animal noises and an elephant on wheels. And I had to grab something for Roxy also - some colorful stacking thingies from Fisher Price. 
And now, back to work. Dammit.
Taking a break… running a fundraiser event is hard work.
I have all of the baskets assembled and bid lot numbers assigned. I need to finish making the bid sheets and a few signs for the event (such as the one thanking our sponsors and the one with the rules). Tomorrow, we move everything from the rectory basement to the school cafeteria and set up everything. Romeo will prep up all of the pancake batter and set up everything for the kitchen while I get the “front of house” set up: the silent auction, serving tables, plates, cups, etc. Then Sunday is the event! We didn’t sell as many advance tickets as we did last year, so I’m hoping we get a goodly number of day-of sales. We got a good deal of them last year; hopefully we’ll get a good deal this year, too.
On top of all of that planning, today is Juliet Jr.'s 6th birthday! Where has the time gone? And on top of that Romeo Jr. is sick and running a ridiculous fever. And he puked all over me last night. He was sick yesterday, too. So I’m hoping his fever will break today and he’ll be less of a fuss bucket for my parents tomorrow.
It’s never just one thing…
Yes, he returned. This time I didn’t have to go with him.
We picked up the groceries, it’s a bit chilly outside.
I need a nap.
Howdy all. Home early to take King Louie to the Vet. He yelps in pain if one touches him around his mouth area. Always something.
Happy Weekend.
They caught the guy who mailed the pipe bombs.
You would think they could find the Aquarium light the USPS lost…
It’s raining and chilly. Our furnace is back on line - there was air in the fuel line. Cost us $110 to find that out. Dammit. At least we’ll have heat now.
Tonight is for slothage. Tomorrow, I shall chore.
Back from the Veterinarian. He has tonsillitis. We have a weeks worth of antibiotics and he should be fine. I gave him a dose of anti inflammatory medicine this morning and by the time I got him to the Vet he was no longer yelping if one touched his mouth area. Poor baby has a sore throat.
Thank God tis Firday. I will irk a half day tomorrow and that shall be the end of my having to irk weekends except one Sat near Thanksgiving.
Afternoon all. I was actually productive today, once I got up (stayed in bed until 8:30am, which is close to the record for me). Got my Halloween Candy shopping done (it’s Kit Kats all the way this year) along with a few other things, went to the bank and then took myself to the Metro Diner for 1600 calories of eating (two grilled cheese with bacon and tomato with a 1/3lb burger in between with pickle/lettuce/mayo mix). Doubt I’ll be hungry before tomorrow.
Still misting today, no real rain but no real drying out so I cancelled soccer practice (don’t need kids with a cold and their parents blaming me). The region tournament is supposed to be tomorrow and Sunday, I guess we’ll see if the fields dry out enough. If so, I will coach 5 games (8:00am, 9:30am, 11:15am, 1:00pm and 2:30pm) and referee one at 4:00pm. At least it’ll be cool (temps in the 50’s all day).
Butters, hope Louie gets to feeling better. ETA–Didn’t know dogs could get tonsillitis.
Juliet, hope the auction goes well for you. That’s a lot of work to put in. And hope Jr. manages to keep his food down…
doggio, is it something you [s]drank[/d] said?
Spidey, I love that 11’8" site; caught up with the 2018 videos.
Sari, I very seldom remember my dreams; don’t know if I envy you folks or not…
Sticky Buns, sounds like a week to forget (and hopefully that supervisor will forget too…)
OK, need to go check the mail and do some soccer stuff. All y’all take care.
Do you use the furnace for backup on the pellet burner?
Well if there was a bomb in the package with your light they might be able to find it easier.
Hmmmm. ::Ponders::
Hey Ruble, can you help flytrap out here & mail a bomb to him as a test, & since the scientific method needs things to be reproducible send a bunch while your at it.
Flytrap, Doesn’t it just warm your heart when the Mumpers join together to help you out. 
Reverse that - mail the check (to me).
Normally, yes, but we haven’t cleaned/fired up the pellet stove yet this year and it was chilly in the house this morning, so I thought I’d bump it up a tad.
Supper is miscellaneous. Then chillage. I’s tahred…
Today’s music lesson was disco.
It was hard but I got through it.
It brought to mind two things from the past.
Many years ago, when disco reigned, I worked in an office of five people. Five people, five days of the week, so we took turns on what radio station to listen to. The boss liked top 40 pop, and he LOVED Paul Harvey. When Paul Harvey came on, not only did we have to turn off all of the equipment and stop talking, but we HAD TO LISTEN as well. No matter what station we listened to each day at, I think it was 9:50, we had to tune into Paul Harvey. One supervisor like the easy listening, elevator music station.
Yes, for an office of five people there was one boss, and two supervisors, because this was working for the state, and when one works for the state there can never be too many chains of command.
Anyway, the other lowly peon and I liked to local rock station.
However, the other supervisor loved disco. He also loved doing the freak, and would often grab me and have me freak with him.
Anyway, one day the peon walked up to me and said, have you ever noticed that you can’t tell when one song ends and the next begins?
It was true, it all ran together into one mind numbing mass of beats.
Well, I learned today that disco was designed to do exactly that. It was designed for one song to segue into the next so the DJ could seamlessly run the songs together so the dancing never stopped. The lyrics were also designed to be mindnumbingly simple because the music was meant to be danced to, not listened to. Records were labeled with BeatsPerMinute, the help the DJs with the segue.
The second incident I was reminded of…
The year my son turned four I wanted to give him a special gift. He was fascinated by all modes of travel so I took an introductory flying lesson. In a twin engine cesna. I hate to fly, but the things we will do for our children. So up we went in the plane and when the pilot went to hand the controls to me I politely declined and said we were just there for the ride. I thought he might get mad, but since he was 18 and had just gotten his license, but hey, he’s getting paid to do something he loves to do and so he did. What was supposed to be a hallf hour lesson went on much longer than that, with me turning greener and greener with every bit of turbulance, and just wanting to get back on the ground. However, the smile on my son’s face was worth it.
The lesson on disco reminded me of the sacrifices we make for out children.
And now to find an earworm to replace
*that’s the way uh uh I like it uh uh *
omg just shoot me now
Howdy Y’all! We have supped. The Taco (OLÉ!) soup and cornbread were soooooo gooooood! We shall have it again tomorrow. Plus, some soup to freeze. WIN-WIN-WIN!
Butters give HRH Lucky Louie get well skritches from his Unca swampy.
Sari you can’t fool me. I bet you put on a pair of platform shoes have been boogie oogie oogiein’ all afternoon. 
We’ll celebrate good times, come on.
There’ll be a party goin’ on right here (in the MMP)
It’ll be a celebration to last throughout the years
Let’s all celebrate and have a good time
Celebration
We gonna celebrate and have a good time
when you find a new earworm song 
Iffn we can trash a bad company in the pit, it’s only fair to praise a good one here. I have a pair of Bluetoof bone phones. I put them in the kangaroo pocket of my hoodie the Monday night. Somehow they were broken when I pulled them out. I submitted a warranty claim on Tues. Got one email, right away, acknowledging receipt of said claim, got another one w/in an hour, it had been approved. Got a third email on Wed afternoon, product shipped & there was a box outside the door when I got home! Woo-hoo! I get the balance of my two-year warranty on the new ones. Way to go Aftershokz!
my nephew didn’t get to go to his debut with his schools dance group at their fall festival because he had the heaves after school ……
Lol I was born during the disco era so other than country it was the first music I heard …… an I knew some of the dance moves …. and no matter what style its done in and what language its sung can always pick out “disco inferno”
Look at all the typos in my post and tell me the lesson on disco didn’t rattle my brain.
I forgot to mention, the day of the flying lesson was the day after John Jr crashed his plane. Everybody thought I was going to chicken out.
Swampy, if I’m gonna dance, it will be in my bare feet to
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bKcxdme0UQc
I can use zills to cover up the sound of my creaking joints, and I’m in no danger of falling off my shoes.
Spidey - you picked one of the few songs of that era that I don’t hate.
But allow me to return the favor …https://www.albinoblacksheep.com/flash/llama
Butters I hope Louie feels better soon. I, too, did not know dogs can get strep throat.