Good Mornin’ Y’all! Up and caffienatin’. YAWN 'Tis 63 Amurrkin out with a predicted high of 67 and rain/tstorm/apocalypse. The low tonight is supposed to be 39 Amurrkin with a high of 65 tomorrow and windy. We are not amused.
I didn’t even attempt to see the lunar eclipse. I woke up at two this mornin’ cause I had to go pee and it was tstormin’. Thus da bear went right back to sleep.
Ok, that’s all I got. I need more caffiene and rumbly tummy wants to be fed. Then, alas and alack, irk purtification must commence.
It’s a cool 61 degrees with a high of 64 projected.
Today is pizza day and laundry day.
I have to mail my taxes and get come cash from the bank today as well. I can get an early start on everything today because I don’t have to wait for my mother and her bf to get showers.
OK, afternoon. Got up at a reasonable time to take the car to the doctor (which will likely be expensive, with a chance of ‘not worth fixing’), and am just about to head off for my very first IRL meeting with a doper- not a mumper, but the person I had as a secret santa recipient last Christmas, who happens to be in the next town over for the day.
We have sun and general nice weather, same as it’s been the last few days- very odd, but good. Happy toosdy!
I was going to wake up and watch the eclipse, but then decided that I really like staying in bed. I’m sorry I missed it now, but I was not at all sorry at the time.
Rosie, yaaaaaaay on the apartment! Downsizing isn’t so bad, but sometimes it’s heartbreaking because you need that stuff. I’m going to have the opposite problem–the new house is almost three times the size of the condo.
Yesterday Boss was training New Girl, and was telling her about my mind-blowing typing speed (I don’t think it’s that fast, but whatever). Boss was saying I should work in a courthouse. I misheard her and thought she said whorehouse. Much laughing ensued.
Supposed to have that nasty cold front come thru here today around 3pm ish. I think I am going to need to cover the herbs tonight as its supposed to get really closed to freezing. I was so enjoying the warm weather. WAH!
I am totes trying MOOOOOOOOOOOOOMs recipie, but with the sour cream substitution. The mayonnaise, I hates it, I do.
Did-din will be Chicken Mirabella served with rice, which is marinating in the fridge. Its one of my favorites.
I’ve heard it said that people are like goldfish; they expand to the size of their bowl.
Seems appropriate.
I had to go the downsize way myself. A few years ago I was holed up in a 5 bedroom with a family on an acre. Now it’s a 1 bedroom cottage, stuffed to the gills.
You really got up for that? Even if it was clear, East Coast viewing wouldn’t have been too good anyway. There should be another one soon enough especially for us.
I am very blah today. I woke up having an anxiety attack because my pants that I normally wear to interviews are missing. They really are missing but it’s not like I don’t have other pairs of black pants. Now I’m trying to get motivated to do something productive.
We’ve had a nice, steady shower for a couple of hours, and the temp is still holding at a nice, mild mid-60s. But from what I saw on TV at the gym, by 5 or so, I’ll be closing all the windows because of the cold. Dammit.
On the way home from the gym, we stopped at FoodLion and I picked up a few things. I’ve just finished cleaning the kitchen - I just couldn’t deal with it last night. **FCD **is downstairs cleaning his bike so he can reassemble it. I’m going to go down and play in clay for a while. Mostly, I intend to chill today. After 5 days of pretty intense physical labor, I need a break. All those years of sitting at a desk have taken a toll…
Mamma just called me and she is on the warpath
and it’s not at me (for a change).
I shouldn’t laugh but she is so mad at the HFH and it didn’t help when I told her they had the AC set on 74.
It’s a long drawn out mess but my younger niece is in financial trouble (they are being foreclosed on and the power just got shut off) and the HFH refuse to help her. Here they are, bragging about how much money they have and my niece has four kids, two of them under the age of three, and the HFH won’t help in any way, shape, or form. I have been trying to help them, his mother died and they are having trouble collecting on her life insurance. I have made multiple calls pretending to be a family member and haven’t gotten anywhere.
My niece has been driving my mother’s car for almost a year, the HFH don’t do anything to help my niece, they act like they are doing my mother a huge favor if they drive my mother anywhere. Then they have the nerve to tell mom she shouldn’t be driving and she shouldn’t be buying herself a car. She wouldn’t be buying herself a nw car if my niece wasn’t driving the one she has.
Of course I get the whole idea that my niece and her bf are adults, and they need to fend for themselves BUT my mother is like the HFH will spend hundreds on getting her dogs groomed but she isn’t even worried if the babies have food or hot water. They have big vacation plans coming up, but they have to live here because they can’t afford to move. Well now which is it?
You can’t brag about having money out one side of your mouth while poor mouthing out the other,
If you would see the HFH when the kids are around, you’d think they were her life but it’s all an act. At Christmas she was all do you like the gift I got you, grandma buys you the best gifts doesn’t she? But you don’t see her ever baby sit, or take one of the babies for the day, or even call to see how they are doing. She won’t even go over there to see them, she expects my niece to pack up four kids and bring them here.
I have bailed my niece out before, I’ve loaned her thousands of dollars, which she always paid back but right now I cannot dip into my house fund. I can however, make phone calls to see what help they can get.
Anyway mom is on the warpath and I just got an earful about how the HFH cares more about her damn dogs than about those babies, and they both think they are so smart but they can’t even give my niece some advice on what to do, and how the male half isn’t working and just sits on his ass all day and doesn’t do anything to help out, and how she is going to kick the HFH out and let my niece, her bf and the four kids come here because she’d rather have the 4 kids here than the 4 dogs (poor Mackie - he hasn’t done anything wrong).
Oh boy, it is not pretty when momma is on the warpath.
She’s been mad at them ever since she told them to get out and they told her they weren’t leaving until after they sell their rental property. She told them to go live in their rental property. I think this is the final straw for her, that they both will sit on their money and let my mother help my niece and take care of the babies.
So anyway, she called me to ask me to see what I can do to help,except give money - she told me not to give them any money, she will take care of that and she is deducting it from my sister’s share of the inheritance. Not my nieces share, my sister’s share.
I haven’t seen my mother this mad for a long long time.
Dang, **sari **- that sounds like the proverbial last straw! The HFH need to come home to find all their stuff on the front lawn! Talk about a couple of asses that need kicking big time!
We just ran to the Harley place to get some stuff that **FCD **needs to reassemble his bike. Then we had lunch. I’m about to go get messy for an hour or so. The rain has stopped, but only temporarily, I’m sure. Off to play in clay!
sari: well, good! I hope she does go through with it.
Some people are like rubber bands - they stretch and stretch and stretch until they look nothing like themselves. But when they snap, oh boy! They have a lot of pent up force, they go back to their original shape and look nothing like the person who was stretching them got used to.
And most times they won’t stretch (for those people) again…
Talk about a couple of asses that need kicking big time!