Nitey Nite Y’all! Sleep good!
A what class, FCM? Why, yes, I am too lazy to Google right now…
Where up north, Ralf? If I had money, I’d be interested, since up north is one of the things I miss about Michigan.
Meeces are no fun, but I think they’re pretty unavoidable in certain areas.
Whap the university one upside the head, Spaz.
Spent two hours in the great outdoors, working in the garden, then went for a 50-minute walk because it’s really much too nice out.
Now I’m tired. Started to clean out my closet yesterday and didn’t really have the energy to continue that effort today. Maybe early tomorrow morning.
Off to surf a bit more…then beddy-bye.
Hugs.
GT
Pathetic: (pu/the/tik)*adj. Being reluctant or refusing to turn off porn while EMS is visiting your house.
I have had a surfeit of kin this weekend, so you could say I’m just out of kinniption fit territory. I have several favorites from this weekend:
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MIL screaming (and I mean screaming) at TH *because it rained during the graduation ceremony. * You all didn’t know it, but TH is in charge of the weather…
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When the sun came out (almost immediately), my MIL refused to get out of the car, so she missed #1 son walking across the stage to see him graduate. What a maroon. Luckily, TH had just left her there, so he got to see our son graduate.
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My mother relating to #1 son how she was the “class clown” all through her growing up. The life story I got from my mother is that she was morbidly shy, had no friends (until Band in HS) and concentrated on academics. Hmmm…
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My mother relaying a very odd story about a false accusation of date rape that occurred to a younger person my parents know. Graphic detail ensued ala “what would you do if a girl persuaded you to go back to a hotel, stripped off all her clothes yadayadayada”. This from my 78 y/o mother to my 18 y/o son. :rolleyes:
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My father today, telling me that “that is too much lunch” as I packed MY lunch for work: a chicken sandwich, baby carrots and a yogurt. WTF?
Euthanasia or an ice flow looks better all the time.
*I dunno how to type a schwa “e” or make the short/long vowel symbols on my MacBook.
So Saturday my friends and I went to a bar to see the usual band. I was much less sober, thanks to $2.00 draft night, and the bar’s Jell-O shots.
We did breakfast at The Waffle And Pancake House*, where there was no fighting, and about the same amount of service. We did tip the busboy about $30.00 for being the only one busting his hump. Also, I managed to squick out the Bear over on Facebook.
lieu, when the maintenance guy put out poison to end the rat problem,
They all died on my porch, so I had to shovel them into the Dumpster
Hot Stuff, I got about 4 hours of sleep this weekend.
Herbs, prayers sent.
Rosie, love the LOL.
twickster, you should have merged threads after one hit page 2.
*Not affiliated with Waffle House[sup][sup]®:peace_symbol:
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Morning, mumpers! It’s raining here, and it’s gone quite chilly too. Much nicer than all that nasty hot weather ove the weekend.
Nothing exciting going on here today, I have a team meeting this morning that I need to go to in a few minutes so I’d better get my skates on and find my brolly before I have to venture out in the mirky weather.
It’s Fat Club tonight, I am not hopeful of a loss becuase I’ve been spectacularly bad this week. Nothing involving nekkid bacon frying though, I am not given to that kind of activity.
I had a very bizarre dream last night, I dreamt that I pulled my cat’s head off and was carrying it around stroking it until the body died. Then I put it back together on a window sill so it looked like the cat was whole and asleep. That’s when I woke up. I guess there’s something odd going on in my head! When I woke up, Ophie was curled up beside me purring so she’s happy enough and obviously didn’t get her head pulled off.
Good Mornin’ Y’all! Up and caffienatin’.
doggio or rather BooFae I believe it was did manage to squick me out on fb. It was the idea of doggio playin’ nekkid ice hockey. :eek:
BooFae maybe while you were dreamin’ about rippin’ the cat’s head off, Sophie was, in fact, attemptin’ to rip your head off. Cats are all about figurin’ out how to murder humans while they sleep after all.
Swampy, I think it was Doggio who did the real squicking.
And, really, would this picture of innocence honestly be trying to murder me?
Blurf.
Caffeination underway. Is it quit o’clock yet?
It started as a joke, but got serious. I think I’ve convinced the rescue squad ossifers to put bush busters on the ambulances.
And a minor miracle has happened. After only 8 short months and three duplicate submissions of receipts, I finally got my money back from a rescue related workman’s comp claim, from an incident at a nasty car wreck. I hate to think how long it would take under Obamacare.
What’s a bush buster?
Aww, BooFae - what a purty kitty! Why’d you go and pull her poor haid off? 
Yesterday, my supervisor asked me to get a packet of work from a co-worker, as I am to be lead designer on the project. He got all pissed off and started ranting and raving about how he’s “always in the dark” and how he’s “got to get out of here” - meaning quitting. I’m all like WTF, man? I didn’t do anything to you! FTR, he wasn’t yelling at me, but Jeez!
Gotta get something in my belly - it’s growling at me…
She’s plotting while lulling you into a false sense of security. Don’t turn your back on her for a second.
It’s a cat. There is no such thing as “a picture of innocence” when what’s pictured is a cat. Cat’s are evil.
Which is why I like cats, of course.
BooFae that look of contentment and peace is there because Ophie is blissfully plotting your demise. Never let it be said you were not warned.
I made StickyBun’s loaded N.O.T. sallit and have some chicken boobs on the smoker smellin’ yummerific! I’ve also made up some burgers and have a package of two beef tenderloins thawin’. Funny, I thought it was one tenderloin but it’s two smallish ones. I shall grill up the burgers and the tenderloins in a while. It’s outdoor cookin’ day at da cave! Dindin tonight is smoked boobs, loaded N.O.T. sallit, broccoli and rolls. I’m thinkin’ tomorrow burgers and loaded N.O.T. sallit and then Thursday beef tenderloin and whatever vegetative matter I decide on. Some of the boobs shall get made into smoked chicken sallit.
This Sattidy evenin’ we shall attend our friend’s son’s weddin’. Since OYKW’s suit, tie, etc is taken care of, I now have to decide on attire for myself. Since my friend already rejected my suggestion of spandex shorts, a tank top and flipflops, I suppose I shall have to decide between the dark blue suit with the modest gray pinstripe or the black suit.
ETA: rigs we celebrate it because we are Mumpers and we delight in bein’ first on the page. We’re carefree that way.
Clear!
BZZZOT!
Have I brought the thread back from the dead? I have a rather abysmal success rate where CPR is concerned…
swampy, Alton Brown says the South never bar-b-ques chickens “It just ain’t done” says he.
Someone from Nawth Carliner would agree, because you can only barbeque pork; try anything else, and they take your man card.
Chicken BBQ is big in Delaware, which can be argued as not being part of the south by anyone fron Nawth Carliner.
As described by VunderBob, noshing on slow-smoked beef brisket while laughing at his neighbors.
Swampy! I’m in public getting my car aligned. Don’t make me LOL at your proposed wardrobe choices.
FYI Rosie and BBBobbio bbqin’ and grillin’ are not the same thing. Besides I am smokin’ chicken boobs. Or was. They’re done now. Gonna go grill the burgers and tenderloins in a bit.
StickyBuns I aim to please.
You’re doing it WRONG. This is clearly an attempt at defibrillation, not CPR. No wonder your chest compressions don’t work…
I have cleaned my kitchen. While this is all good, it was the baths that actually needed it. :smack:
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If you look hard enough, that’s my point; I’m picking on Alton Brown and my redneck neighbors, not you. Ain’t a danged thing wrong with smoked chikkin tits unless you don’t make enough for me. 
Rigs, CPR is to keep them alive long enough to shock them. I’ve done both, and I’m still batting a whopping .000 at 15 attempts. That may have changed since the thread is now breathing on its own.