Thanks for the prayers. They are probably keeping Gnat and TomKitten alive. I need t figure out how to leave the house with all the kids before I kill the older ones. The babies are very sweet, and I haven’t wanted to kill them yet.
So, Swampy, who’s yer Daddy? 
LiLi, I think you just might have enough children now.
Cornflakes, even my wife, who eats horseradish on good beef and catsup on scrambled eggs wouldn’t eat horseradish on corned beef. Try it without it, you might like it, I’m just sayin’. Speakin of my wife, i just got her to try eating turnips last year, parsnips? probably ain’t ever gonna happen.
Bobbio, at least you had money to pay your bills. Ima try to pay my bills without money this afternoon. I wonder how that will go.
BTW, Moooom, that GoLytly stuff is misnamed. Just sayin’
I gotta do the colonoscopy thing as soon as my Medicare kicks in in June. (I’m all set up, exceptin’ prescriptions, Yay!) I’ve been saving up some medical stuff I want to have done for when I had real insurance again instead of the joke they call the Oregon Medical Insurance Pool.
In case y’all hadn’t guessed, Frontier sent me a new router, which I installed yesterday. I now have blazing fast internet access again. You have been warned.
Howdy all!
I live. I spent the remainder of Wednesday and half of Thursday in reboot mode after the Stress of Dad. Tutoring helped, because the kid’s a smarty, I amaze myself with my math skills (when did I get math skills?), and his mom is a way cool lady who is just fun to talk with. Then, my best friend from high school called me back and let me pour my sad story on to her. She is most excellent with the well timed responses of “damn, woman, that’s awful” and “that both sucks and blows!” So, I love her, and I was much better adjusted.
Today has been interesting. Not much done in the morning, because either my bro or I need to be here to keep an eye on Dad. Bro likes to disappear with little or no warning. Not that I blame him, but it does put a bit of a crimp in my plans. By the time he returned from the gym, I needed to get going for a late breakfast and my counseling appointment.
Counseling was good. While my counselor is a graduate student and younger than me, she’s very good at redirecting my cogitation. It’s just occasionally that I have to point out that while she’s completely correct in that I need to distance myself from my father’s mental erosion and consider his behavior objectively, it’s not an instantaneous process. It takes time, and in the past month, every time I start to get a grip on where he is, he takes a dramatic turn for the worse.
Right now, he’s been glaring at me like I killed his favorite kitten, and he refuses to answer direct questions. I actually flashed back to middle school, and once I did, my emotional response was “whatever, asshole. Things to do. Places to go. Have fun with your snit.”
Now, I realize this is not necessarily the most mature response, but it is giving me a place to go and a way to deal with his dementia-caused hostility. I am frustrated that with the exception of my best friend, no one’s letting me express my anger and frustration about what’s happening - that I used to be my dad’s favorite of six children, and while the last couple of years have been tough, we still had a bond. And all of a sudden, thanks to Alzheimer’s/vascular dementia, 40 years of father/daughter bond has gone poof, I’m the bad guy, and Dad hates my guts for no reason at all.
You know what? I get to be angry. I get to shake my tiny fist at the sky and curse the fucking small gods of dementia and senility as well as the goddamn, Og-smacked Fates. So there.
Now, I’m hungry. So, I’m taking me, my netbook, my favorite pulp novel, and some money to BJs, where I can eat avocado eggrolls and drink a beer in (relative) peace.
Pblblbllblblblblblbt.
Oh! And I should say that thanks to gig, I managed to find and pull the ignition fuse and disable Dad’s car. So my mind is much easier.
Thanks, gig!
Excellent news (car wise)! I hope it gives you some comfort.
Howdy Y’all! Home from a looooooooooooong day. Ok, been home a bit. I’ve had a burger (I grilled extras last night), a beerverage and a soak in the tub. I’s tahrd but all relaxated.
I think my youngest niece’s chee-hoo-ah-hoo-ah should be the ring bearer cause it’d be fun to see if Wasabi (really, that’s the dog’s name) makes it down the aisle without eatin’ the ring or stoppin’ to poop.
Anywho, the beast for the “Irish” stew is all chunked up, seasoned, floured and refrigerated. The corned beef is cooked, cooled, wrapped and in the fridge. The broth from the corned beef is cooled, strained and in the fridge. The keg is in the fridge. The fridge is full!
Also, YP and I changed the church sign. We don’t have one of those fancy electronic signs so we have to go put up little letters one at a time. The sign itself is kinda big. It’s brick, has our St. Patrick’s logo and “St. Patrick’s Episcopal Church” in big brass letters on both sides. Anywho… we changed the sign to say "Happy ‘Us’ Day! Wear Green! What? We thought it was cool!
At home chilling for the evening.
Normally work 3p - 11p on Fridays but I have a 6am call time tomorrow for a DC marathon coverage that our station is sponsoring. So I went in at 11am today, and while I was there I found out my good friend who had colon cancer surgery on Monday was going home early today. He’s a police detective, volunteer firefighter, devoted husband and father of two young children. He was also my college roommate at University of Maryland College Park back in the 80’s.
The cool thing is his mother-in-law conspired with his friends to gut & fix up his basement so he would have a finished den to come home to. Mind you they did this as a surprise - he had no idea hey were doing this! It was a terribly nice thing for her to do, and with a little pushing at work I was granted permission to go make a feel-good story out of it. So I raced up to his house, got there an hour before he got home, and managed to shoot a really nice emotional homecoming. I get to put it together for Monday’s shows.
I don’t really get to do anything ‘important’ in my work, just be a paid storyteller, but in this case I do get to use my job to share a cool story and make my friends and their family a little happier, so I’m proud of that.
Might also get to chat with my stepson from my first marriage for the first time in almost 4 years (raised him from 4 yrs old to 20 before the machinations of my 2nd wife killed our relationship.) Also tomorrow after the marathon coverage I am supposed to have dinner with some friends in Tacoma Park (just outside DC).
Gotta say the week is finishing up nicely.
**Tugig **- you will post a link to the basement story for us, won’t you? (it sounds like a polite request, but it is, in fact, a DEMAND!!! ) I will also soon demand that we meet for lunch or dinner one day, but I’ll give your life a chance to settle a bit first.
My sweetie’s home, exhausted, and chilling. We went to The Front Porch in Leonardtown for supper, and it was yum! I got the baked potato soup and the Special Front Porch Salad (yumyumyum) and my sweetie got the black bean soup and the Cobb salad with shrimp. Both salads came with croissants fresh from the oven. It was delicious, healthy, and I’s stuffded! Shortly, I will assume the chill position and snuggle with my sweetie.
And for the record, I think Wasabi is a cool dog name.
Hey I’m game to meet up anytime. I don’t think life will ever settle down and I am fine with that. I saw a bumper sticker recently that said “I want to die broken & exhausted” and I think I can agree with the sentiment.
I provide a link to the story when it comes up. I think it will be Monday, but there are no guarantees in my bidness…
Oh and I did have a nice conversation with my stepson about 45 minutes ago. Looks like we can restart where we left off…
Is Wasabi related to Libby?
What a night of bizarro dreams!! In the first one, a queen, not sure if it was Victoria or Elizabeth, driving a Mini, then stopping to clean the windows of a large building. I was passing by on a pillow, altho I’m not quite sure of how I was moving along on said pillow. But I woke up to pee, so I’ll never know.
When I fell back to sleep, the scene changed to an elementary school where they were having some sort of fundraiser bazaar, and Davy Jones was there - quite alive, and he seemed a bit miffed that people preferred to shop rather than fawn over him. At one point, I was driving my little car down one of the aisles, thru a door, and then I was headed down a road to park. Instantly, I was back in the school on foot, trying to leave the premises and go to my car so I could leave. Again, my bladder decided I needed to get up, so I did. And rather than go back to bed, I’m here.
What an odd thing the mind is, yes?? :rolleyes:
**Tugig **- is 3-11 your usual work schedule? Because that would make lunch doable. We’ll need to take this to PM or email - then it’ll sound sneaky and leave the whole of the MMP speculating about our goings-on. Or not. Either way…
Plans for today - I’m not sure. If it sunnies up, I’ll work outside for a while. Daughter isn’t coming for dinner till tomorrow, so the corned beef will wait till then. Some time this weekend, I’ll do FCD’s travel laundry. And I’ve got to pull out the carpet cleaner. I saw an area by the couch that I thought was little bits of stuff on the floor, but it’s actually a stain of sorts. There’s another spot by the fireplace where a cat horked, and a spot in the bedroom where Ziva left a massive hairball, so I’ve got 3 spots at least to deal with. Good times.
Happy Saturday!
Tomkitten had a bizarre hour-long screaming fit between ten and eleven, Nat woke up twice with nightmares, and the babies are both congested and need to be help upright occasionally while they sleep so they can breathe.
Not going to be a day high in thinking.
Yeah 3-11 is normal.
Parked downtown getting ready for the Marathon. Setting up high definition shots that our trucks are not ready for.
Sad
Good Mornin’ Y’all! Up and caffienatin’ YAWN ‘Tis 63 Amurrkin out with a predicted high of 85 and sunny. A bee-yoo-ti-ful Spring day! Of course I’ll be inside cookin’ all day but still I’ll take purty and warm any day.
Speakin’ of the day…
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HAPPY ST. PATRICK’S DAY!!!
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spaz with Wasabi one would never know. I could see her stoppin’ for a squat on her way down the aisle or spyin’ a piece of lint on the carpet that must be investigated or happily trottin’ her way all the way down to the altar. She’s sort of a free spirit that one is. 
Oh, obligatory pic of Wasabi in psycho mode.
Ok, so in my mind I have everything staged for the day. I know what veggies I need chopped and when to go in the stew. Now all I have to do is actually get people to cooperate. That’s the tricky part.
Now I shall seek more caffiene and some brekkie for rumbly tummy. Then, purtification for a day of cookin’ and prep for the big St. Patrick’s doin’s shall commence. When folks show up at six this evenin’, the place will be all decorated and there will be food and drink. It’s all magic like little Leprechauns showed up and made it all happen!
Good morning, happy Saturday and of course… Happy St Pat’s Day to all you Paddys and plastic paddys!
Last night we went to our local little music venue to see PWEI, it was a really great performance and for once the crowd weren’t a bunch of complete arseholes. Afterwards, we went home and drank wine whilst watching “Midnight in Paris”.
Up late this morning, got some laundry in the machine, going off to do errands later and then probably a quiet night in with another movie or two.
Congrats on the new daddy, Swampy - if Wasabi is going to be ringbearer at the wedding, will there be a small dog-sized gold outfit being made?
Happy St. Patrick’s Day!!!
Swampy, for those of us who are facebook free, linky no worky
**Top o’ th’ mornin’ to ye
an’ th’ rest o’ th’ day’ t’ meself!**
Sorry Alien but that’s the only pic of Wasabi I have. I’ll see if I can get my niece to send me a pic so’s I can share on flickr or sump’n.
BooFae Wasabi would probably insist on a leather outfit.
Stew is cookin’ and smellin’ nummy. A threat has been issued to anyone who dares to lift a lid on one of the slow cookers. Spoon whacks to the haid will be issued. Da bear has spoken.
Back to the kitchen!
Laterz!
Good morning everyone. It’s been snowing here, but has finally turned to a rain/snow mix.
Linky no work even for those of us on FB.
I have no real plans other than running a couple of errands and hanging out with our daughter and son today.
My daughter and her sweetie should be here any time now and I just found out. Her sweetie needs to put new brakes on his car and wants to use our garage, which we’re happy to let him do.
Sure wish some sunshine would arrive and stay for more than a day.