Blurf.
I saw moonshine in a mason jar in the ABC store here. Of course, I am in the mountains near the birthplace of NASCAR, so 95% of the Old Mountain Folk up here have a family still and know where it is.
My Dad’s father-in-law used to send my Dad home with moonshine. I tried a pull or two…um, it’s just not my cup of tea.
The weekend was HOT, HOT, HOT. Yesterday it was 94 and I was miserable. Our heat isn’t “dry”, so really anything much above 75 degrees is just miserable to most of us PNWers. Most of us don’t have AC in our homes either because it really doesn’t get THAT hot often. I am really thankful that most of the windows in my house are northern and southern exposure.
Yesterday, we spent some time my MiL at hospice. She pretty just lay there with her eyes closed and would open them sometimes to talk to us. She’s fading fast.
It’s supposed to be another scorcher today, but I’m at the office, so I won’t feel the heat for most of the day. My husband ended up coming home from work this morning because his semi broke down, so at least the dogs won’t have to suffer outdoors and can stay inside with the fans.
We will be staying home for the 4th; one of my dogs just HATES fireworks and there is no way we can go anywhere and leave the dogs at home alone. Brandi would go nuts in the kennel outside and since there have been far too many couch eating incidents, I don’t really trust Polar inside the house alone anymore.
Well, I suppose I should do some work. Not that I feel like it…but it must be done.
Wednesday I’m smoking several animals and an odd assortment of foods like some meatloaf and saurkraut and stuff. Some is to take over one friends place on the 4th for his party, some is for another party on Saturday and some for the freezer. Just one of those days when I smoke up 60-80 pounds of stuff and figure out what all to do with it later.
Moonshine – my relatives were making whiskey out of potatoes for several hundred years before it occurred to anyone that you could actually eat the damn things. Go figure.
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Dear construction guys in my office. It was NOT funny to test the phone line electrical switch with out saying something first. They actually laughed and acted all “Was that us…ooops…heh” Several co-irkers were in the middle of conference calls. Not cool dudes, not cool at all.
So sorry about your MIL, Taters. I’m pretty close to mine and dread the day we experience the same.
Dayum. I called a friend the other day to see if he smoked. He’d just done 71 lbs.
This is gonna sound stupid but I really have fun with the prep and planning and especially the cooking. The family’s kinda diggin’ on it too. I went ahead and started a thread.
NASCAR and moonshine? You could get pretty near comfortable with that.
Lucky sounds like the construction guys could use a box of pointy stick weildin’ Sri Lankan Spiders.
N.O.L. time. Havin’ peanut butter crackers cause I’m not hongry but need to eat sump’n.
Drae sounds like your friend had some of the homemade variety of ‘shine cause that does taste like I suppose fingernail polish remover would taste. Then again my BIL who knows a guy who makes some really good tastin’ flavored 'shine.
Blurf.
Stayed up too late last night, needed to get up earlier than I liked to deal with errands before we hit triple digits (which we’re due to see every day until the weekend).
Blurf.
Security part of the course started today- the actual material is largely fairly dull, but fortunately the teacher has had enough… erm… ‘interesting’ experiences to liven it up. So far we’ve had the stories about someone going crackers in the college canteen with a carving knife, and a guy that tried to set fire to himself in the court, among others. It does liven a talk on regulations up 
Angry letter to rental agency sent, now I just need to write the letter to the jobcentre saying that I didn’t go to the appointment I wasn’t told about, as I’m clearly not actually psychic- if I was psychic, I’d have a damn job by now.
I don’t really celebrate any special food type holidays bar Christmas- unless you count the day after easter unoffical choccy feast, but I don’t think that’s on any calendars.
I went to Staples to send a fax this morning and had to wait behind a slightly disheveled, hippy-ish older gentleman who was sending a stack of papers. When he saw that I only had one page, he interrupted his job and let me go first, at which point I got up to the fax machine and noticed that he was faxing a bunch of New York Times articles about Ireland to President Obama. Okay then.
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Some free advice… If you need a medical test such as a treadmill stress echocardiogram, try not to schedule it on the morning that the department has been moved to a different floor. It took three tries to get to the right place, and they were an hour and a half late. When they finally did get going, the echo tech needed to move his equipment into place and finish connecting it.
Good news is that it came out as “normal” so surgery can go on as (re)scheduled.
Here’s a question for everybody–what is the kindest, most polite and respectful way to say “I realize that it’s Monday and the celebrity marriages you’re gossiping about are very important, but I have been busting my ass all day entering orders, and it would be fabulous if anybody else in the department would even look in the inbox, because as far as I can tell, you’ve done fuck-all today.”
Is there a nice way to say that? Because I’m looking for a clock tower to climb. And perhaps a rifle to borrow.
I went for a ride yesterday morning; about 5 miles from home the sky started to drip a bit - but I out ran it.
About one mile from home, it started a rumblin’.
Got home, opened the door, pushed the bike in & hung it away, came back to close the door to see the driveway was wet. Yup, beat it by literally seconds. 
Unfortunately coming home today wasn’t nearly so good. Arrived home from irk to find a (mass) murder/suicide scene! :eek:
My Freezer decided it didn’t want to live anymore & won’t keep its door closed; killing all of the contents inside because they were defrosting all day. :mad: @#$^&*! :mad:
Probably $1000 between the cost of a new one & filling it up again. Anyone got an extra G lying around because I don’t.
It was ancient & probably totally inefficient, but it was a hand-me-down from my (deceased) uncle, which makes it doubly suck.
“Listen, Stupid,” comes into it somewhere.
I did Zumba at lunch today. Eveything hurts already.
Ow
Ow
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Tomorrow morning is going to be super duper!
drae I vote screw polite, grab someone by the lapel and tell them to do their damn job as the customer is the reason they have one.
Home with a car full of plant matter and a stomach full to overflowing with the most amazing shrimp salad wrap I’ve ever had. I went to lunch with Mom’s AARP buds and 6 hours later I’s still stuffded!!
Fingers crossed - I may be getting a job surveying Md crab fisheries thru November. They’re supposed to call tomorrow morning. I’m excited!!
Happy Canadia Day, eh?
The newest addition to our aquariums.
No, Swampy, you may not eat it.