Hey - Ground Hog is one of Rue’s favorite schticks - you’ve just committed blasphemy! :eek: For your penance, um, send me chocolate. Lots of chocolate. And not the cheap stuff, mind you.
It was my turn for weird dreams. In this most recent one, we were adopting a German shepherd - one of the big ones with the shaggy coat - as well as a teenage boy who fancied himself a standup comedian and a rapper. It featured an appearance by Paula Poundstone, plus my daughter showed up to do her laundry, and apparently I had a son who I didn’t know about. You’d think the second labor would stand out in my mind, but apparently not. Anyway, part of the dream took place in the basement of the house where I grew up (the laundry part) and another part involved me in the water (a river or something) walking to check out the contents of a floating bag and getting all oogied out by the underwater grasses and stuff touching my feet.
No, I didn’t drink last night.
We may go in search of a kitteh today. We’ve been researching Bengal Cat Rescue in our area, and there are a couple who have caught our attention. I finally heard back from the first guy I emailed (he’s been out of town on work) and he offered to bring “Dog” to meet us. Once **FCD ** is awake and functional, we’ll probably try to get this guy’s phone number and arrange a meeting. I can’t imagine him driving all the way to our place, since I think he lives in Baltimore. We shall see… But Dog looked like a cool cat - apparently he likes to carry a bone around the house. There’s also a guy named Deuce who likes to hang out with dogs - he’s #2 on the list. And last night, **FCD ** called a woman about another, but besides living way the heck west of DC (in Front Royal) her Bengal has taken to peeing all over the place. Um, no thanks…
When we do adopt, there will be pics. I hope we can work something out - I really miss having a cat around the house.
No other real plans for the day. It’s supposed to be sunny and warm-ish. I’ll probably rake the leaves away from the house and out into the yard so I can mulch and suck them up tomorrow. **FCD ** plans to clean the gutters (Oh how I hate when he’s on the roof - it scares the crap out of me!!) and repair the little wind vane cupola on the garage (a piece of trim is kitty-wumpus.) So that’ll be it, unless we’re meeting the kitteh.
Bobbio, is Buster a Bengal? **FCD ** is pretty much set on a Bengal, otherwise, I’d have brought home one of the shelter cats last weekend. I feel it’s an accomplishment I’ve gotten him looking at rescue sites instead of breeder sites. We agree on most things, but he’s weird when it comes to cats…
I’m hoping my car doors aren’t frozen shut. Need to get outta here. Off to (I hope) listen to garden lectures (part two of the lectures the tire blow-out diverted me from last week).
Yes, it’s already been a damn fine morning here. I was laying on the couch about to fall asleep earlier and of course that’s when TVMan decided to come downstairs and talk to me. I was still undecided as to whether or not I was actually going to go back to sleep until he decided to tell me about his dreams last night. I can’t remember the first one, but the second one had him and CedarPointEx getting married in it. If that isn’t bad enough, this is the second time that he has dreamed about this and told me about it. No, actually the third time they got together in his dreams, but only have gotten married two times. At that point it was either pack my things and tell him to have a nice life or go upstairs and try to get some more sleep. I decided to try to calm down and take a nap. I set my alarm and off to sleep I went. Approximately an hour before my alarm was supposed to go off he came in to wake me up! He’s in the shower now and just before he went in he said, 'I wish I hadn’t told you about that dream, it was kinda f*@ked up. There aren’t enough :rolleyes: :mad: :smack: :dubious: :eek: to describe how I feel right now.
{{{{{{{{{{Taters and TaterSon}}}}}}}}}}. So sad! Not much more you can do than what you’re already doing, Taters, so just keep being supportive and being there for your son.
Thinking of and praying for your Mom’s quick recovery, CutiePie, and sorry that TVMan can be so uncaring.
Ooh, FCM, Dog looks and sounds like a sweetheart! I hope things work out for you to be able to “adopt” him.
I am caffeinated already and trying to decide what to do today. Originally planned to make a trek to a Trader Joe’s but my daughter and I may stay closer to home and go check out the University Town Center (Univ. in this case being Univ. of Md.), which is just up the street. Quite a few shops have opened up there since the last time we were up there, so maybe we’ll go there. Thankfully, the weather is supposed to be nice–sunny and in the 50s I think.
Dearest Pie… I love yah kiddo, but do you actually tell him this stuff?
If “yes”, then he’s rather dim.
If “no”, then you’re just passive aggressively frustrated.
Heck, me and the whole lot of characters will still be here for you when these minor (and sometimes major) events occur, I’m just hinting at a bit of corrective behavior.
While I do have tendencies towards passive-agressiveness, I don’t think that’s the case this time. We had a discussion the other night about me getting tired of (and hurt by) hearing about his past. Obviously it’s a bit slow to sink in (as evidenced by his realization that he probably shouldn’t have told me about his dream).
Honest, beebs, I do appreciate your advice.
Ok, off to Medina. Hopefully we’ll both survive the day.
**FCD ** talked to the Bengal Rescue lady. As a result, we’re going to drive to Baltimore so I can go to the clay stuff store, then go by her place on the way back, since she has a bunch of Bengals at her house (some hers, some fosters) and see how it goes. Meanwhile, she’s trying to track down Dog’s fosterer to arrange for a meeting.
Just send chocolate love offerings to FairyChatMom and you’re good to go. If you’re not sure how to do that, send it to me – I’ll make sure she gets it. Well, most of it…
More hugs for **Taters **& son… They’re resilient, he’ll get over it. But right now he needs you, and I know you’ll be there for him.
Rigs, you won’t even come here to visit me? We don’t eat Americans here. Nor (supposed) Christians. Honest. We char them to ash as Burnt Offerings. Don’t ever even touch the meat ourselves! :eek:
**Cutie **-- TVMan needs to be hit hard over the head with a Clue-by-four :mad:
Hi and how are y’all to everybody else – haven’t had time to read everything…
Well, that whole charring thing–that is just wrong. I prefer to be basted and slow roasted…
No plans or interest in the Mid-East. (sorry–don’t mean that personally). With what little money I have (until I end up in a fridge box at the 1-80 underpass) will be spent traveling to Europe, Scandinavia and Australia. Maybe India. Hell, at this point, maybe Indiana…
I did NOT sleep in. This is most unfair and I am rightly ticked off at my brain. I awoke, spontaneously at 0715. Could not go back to sleep. That is just wrong.
I’m going out tonight. I actually had TWO invites for tonight, but I picked my Dopers. Now I just need to remember I’m going out. :smack:
to describe how I feel right now.
