Ha! Maybe I can be first on 7!
ETA: Yay! My day is complete, y’all. 
I darn you to heck with my pitchspoon! May you burn with the fury of a thousand smoldering embers!
Taters, you have tried a lot of things!! My mom was a big crafter so growing up I did a lot, lol. I’ve done some latchook, although I never finished any of those, lol. I did embordriey (I can’t spell work crap today, forgive me please) and cross stitch growing up. I also helped grandma make rugs using the loom. that was so much fun. I love grandma’s rugs, that’s all we use in our house. Mis matched and everything, lol. 
I’m not artistic at all, can’t draw, do watercolors, anything like that. Not my forte. At all.
I do enjoy photography. I have a long way to go for improvement though, lol. I love taking pictures. We have a nice larger digital camera (Not SLR, although I would love one of those one day) and I got a smaller one to always carry around with me. I took a photography class at the scrapbook store and had a blast. My husband and I went to South Dakota on a road trip last year and I took around 1200 pictures. So if you give me a camera, expect a ton of pictures, LOL. My in-laws think I’m nuts for taking so many, but it’s a digital camera, so the pictures I don’t like I can delete. My family is more understanding and they just roll their eyes when I whip out my camera, lol.
Sorry, like I said, don’t get me started on talking about my hobbies…you all are probably bored.
YAWN Sorry, I musta dozed off there for a minute. 
BBBobbio no pokin’ with that pitchspoon. It tickles!
I need to eat sump’n. I’m hungry. Nuttin’ in da cave looks good though. Guess I’ll go get me a burger or whatever. I made me a chicken salad sammich to take to work for dinner bread so I don’t want that for lunch. Hmmmm… maybe a nice thick burger from Hardee’s would be good! YUM!
Ok y’all, off to suit up for da brewry. Light blue pocket t and black jeans today. Supper’s in the oven. It’s fishsticks and mac & cheese. It’s Friday! That’s what ya get on Friday. Eat it! Oh and there’s oatmeal/chocolate chip cookies. Only two a piece now! No fighting. Get to bed at a decent hour, I don’t care if tomorrow is not a school day, everybody needs rest. Don’t look at me like that!
Later Y’all!
Can I just have the cookies, please? You all can have the mac and cheese and fish sticks.
We’re going out for Eye-talian tonight because my SIL is in town.
I just got done paying off one of my credit cards. Two more to go, and then no credit card bills. Woot!
swampy, you been hitting the beer already, your falling asleep?
Yay, taters! I made my final credit card payment this past Tuesday. $40,000 in debt paid in full! Not for anything useful, either, just my (former) compulsive spending habit. It’s a wonderful feeling to be debt-free.
I had one of those frozen in place nightmares last night. I thought I was awake, and there was someone in the house and I couldn’t move or scream. Scared the daylights out of me. I finally woke up enough to realize that the cats were both curled up next to me, which they would not be if there were someone in the house. Stranger in the house = cats under the dresser/bed. Keisha always goes completely under, but Skunk just hides his head. It always cracks me up to see him do that.
I need to send a package of goodies, knitting and otherwise, to Finland. Any suggestions? I’ve got the knitting part covered, but I’m not sure what else would be good to send. The extent of my knowledge of Finland? It’s cold, it’s next door to Russia and Sweden, and the Finnish (Finns?) are not Scandanavian.
I wish I could be completely debt free; no mortgage, car payment, line of credit, but that ain’t gonna happen for a good long while.
However, having the cards paid off will be good.
Then, hopefully, the cards will not be used unless it’s an emergency, such as an expensive repair bill or something. Even then, if there’s cash, I’d prefer to use that instead.
I’m feeling unambitious today. But, there’s stuff to do, so I should do it.
It’s my Friday off, but I’m working a 1/2 day (and another on the 31st) to offset my vacation “Friday on” so I don’t have to use a vacation day. Clear as mud? Good.
So this morning I dropped Dad off at the shuttle bus to the Isle of Capri casino in
Lake Charles, LA. He called about 10:15 and said the bus had broken down, but they were sending another one. He called a few minutes ago and he has arrived safely. He’s going to spend the night, and gamble away my inheritance! Heh. I’m glad he gets to do fun stuff. He’s sharing a room with a friend.
I had two doctor’s appointments this morning, one at 8:30 and one at 10:00. You would think that would lesve enough time right? Not. I finally got back in the examining room at 9:45, at which time I called the other dr’s office and said I would be late. Did I mention I had to be fasting for the first one? I was frickin’ starving! I grabbed a sandwich at 10:45, and went to the other appointment five minutes away.
I stopped at the house to let the dogs out (but Ernie pooped on the floor :() and came on in to work. So I get to leave at 4:15. And it’s gonna be date night! Chinese food, yay!
I lead such an exciting life, don’t I?
My mother and my MIL like to go to the casinos. My MIL has fairly good luck, my mother, not so much. She gets lucky once in awhile.
My mother went to Spirit Mountain and then Lincoln City for a little vacation last week. The whole trip ended up costing her $140.00 (gas, food, hotel room)because she got a little lucky at Spirit Mountain and then the next day in Lincoln City. She basically gambled with casinos’ money. I was glad to hear that she had a little luck.
Frankly, it’s not my thing, but if they’re having fun, then good for them. I’m not worried about any inheritance. It’s their money, they earned it, they should spend it how they see fit and enjoy their lives.
Bleh, still not feeling motivated.
That’s how I feel, too, Taters. He can spend his money any way he pleases! I remember a few years ago when he apologized for buying a car with “your inheritance.” It’s silly! It’s his retirement money, not my inheritance.
Hmmmm, do you think Nick Faldo would object?
I think you should name the course after all of us MMPers. Or perhaps, call it Mumpers.
I hope you’re doing better today SCL. I read your pit thread and posted in it.
Sigh, I should do something productive. Where the hell is Swampy to goad/guilt me into it? Oh, that’s right…he’s a workin’ man now.
Hey, **VBob **-- this one’s for you (to help you get over missing being first on the page)
This Small-town factory, where pretty much the whole town is employed, catches fire and is going up in smoke… 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 alarmer, trucks from all the towns around… nobody can put out the flame. The owner tells the fire-fighters “look, the building is toast, but in my office is a safe, with our secret processes. Without that safe the factory can’t be rebuilt. I’ll reward the station that can retrieve that safe with $25,000.”
The fire-fighters try to get in, but they just… can’t. Owner ups the reward to $100,000, but the fire is just too strong.
Suddenly, the … oh, 11th or 12th truck shows up; it’s from a farther out tiny village – it’s a dilapidated truck, with practically no gear, and all the fighters are 60+ YO volunteers… never stops, and heads right into the flames! The fighters jump off, and pretty much start slapping out with their overcoats (having nothing else substantial to work with.) Miraculously, they manage to put the fire out!
The owner is so impressed, he decides to award that station $200,000! And of course, they get on all the news shows…
So, one of the interviewers asks the station chief “And what are you going to do with the reward money?” to which the chief responds, “Well, first of all, I’m gonna get the brakes fixed on our &^%*ing truck…”
**Roo **-- of course I take showers. Once a month, need it or not
(Actually, every day. it’s hot here)
So, do I get to join the group grope now?
Sorry, other than that, I got nuttin. Carry on…
Congrats on paying off the credit card, Taters, and even more congrats on getting completely out of debt, Jahdra! I’m trying to join your club – the last payment will be made on one card next month. Slowly but surely we’re whittling away at them. It will be nice to be debt-free, but that’ll be a while longer, I fear. But just whittling away does feel good!
My mother and I have a standing joke that she won’t have to worry about going into a nursing home because I’ll bump her off to prevent my entire inheritance going for that. She says it brings her great comfort. Seriously, though, right now she’s spending quite a bit to help my sister, who is permanently on disability due to her Parkinson’s, and I’m just happy she has it to spend. If she didn’t, we’d be doing the same thing for my sister, or for her, for that matter. Unlike a couple of Papa Tigs’ sisters, who are a lot closer in temperament to the subject of SCL’s Pit thread than is anyone in our family – Papa Tigs has already decided to ask his mom for a couple of mementos while she’s still alive because he knows that even if we jumped on the next flight out upon hearing of his mom’s death, those two sisters will have the house stripped of everything anyone could want. If they haven’t already. 
(One of them is the same sister who, knowing that we own the house that Papa Tigs’ mom lives in, outright accuses us of forcing her to pay the entire mortgage, when in truth we have paid more than 50% of it Every. Single. Month she has lived there, and wouldn’t ask her for a penny if she didn’t have it. I’m ready to get a copy of the bank records for the past 17 years and wave them in her face to prove she’s a liar! )
Anyway – deep breath, don’t let the bitch get you crazy again – inheritances do bring out strangeness in people, don’t they? Even if it’s pathetic attempts at humor like my mom and I have. And, of course, I have every confidence that snowbunny will carry on the tradition of telling me she won’t let me spend her entire inheritance; she already reminds me regularly that she’ll get to pick the home I’ll end up in!
I have actually been a fairly good girl this afternoon and gotten some work done, as well as play with Isaac and get another six inches knitted. But I have been unable to assist Papa Tigs with a problem he has: Yesterday early evening, after he returned from walking the dogs and got something out of his car on the way into the house, he managed to misplace his keys. The Spacewarp got its evil clutches on them, apparently, and it won’t release them. It wouldn’t be a problem except that he has a work key on that keyring that really shouldn’t get misplaced. So if anyone has any influence with the Spacewarp, we’d sure appreciate it!
Yup, most definitely not getting a damn thing done today. Ah well.
MT, I have an uncle in Germany who literally stripped my Opa’s museum and replaced it with stupid touristy stuff from Bali and places like that. He called all the stuff my Opa had “junk”. Yeah, right, he made a lot of money from it. My Opa had Roman swords, coins, armor, masterwork paintings, fossils and many other things. A good lot of that stuff was worth lots of money. He sold it all to ‘friends’ and museums and pocketed all the money. There was also a box of gold ingots that was supposed to be my mother’s. It mysteriously disappeared.
As my Oma was seriously going downhill with her health, my mother’s sisters and brothers came and stripped the house and her jewelry boxes of anything that had any value. Even the jewelry my mother had sent to my Oma as gifts.
Finally, Oma died and things got very nasty between the sisters, brothers, and my mother. They were bitter that my mother wasn’t there to help take care of her. Yeah, right…they had put her in a home. My mother lives here in the States, they all live in Bavaria. My mother had no money and carefully budgets her earnings each month. So now, my mother has contact with one of the sisters maybe two or three times a year. The rest don’t bother. One of the brothers is dying from cancer. The brother that stripped the museum and everything else has dropped off the face of the earth and no one has heard from him.
My mother didn’t really want anything. She wanted a few keepsakes from her mother and couple of pieces from the museum. She and her father shared a real love for archeology and ancient cultures and she just wanted to remember that.
It’s sad. In the end, my mother got about $275.00. This was after the sale of the house (which is a national landmark) and all the probate costs. What a joke.
I always tell her, I’m not interested in her money. Enjoy it and don’t worry about leaving anything behind for me. At most, I’ve told her, I want the one piece of art she got to bring home from Germany. That’s it.
Wow, this turned into a long post. Sorry about that.
Finally heard word on the thyroid fine needle biopsy - it’s all okay!! So woo hoo!! My thyroid is still messed up, though, and I’ll have to see the endocrinologist when he returns from vacation. But it does do a lot to put my mind at rest to hear that.
Herbs, that’s fantastic news!
Death and greed make people do strange things. Actually, I think the greed is always there, it’s just that death makes the survivors unable to defend themselves from the greedy vultures.
A friend of mine’s estranged husband was dying and she spent all of her time in the hospital with him. Meanwhile, his ex-wife and daughter stripped the house of all its valuables and wiped their joint checking accounts out. After he died, they beat her to the bank with the death certificate and took everything else. Luckily, she caught on before they got his (substantial) pension and she managed to recover most of the life insurance proceeds. Oh, and they maxed out all his credit cards, too. His daughter’s defense? Daddy wanted me to have the money. His ex-wife’s defense? You were estranged, so what do you care? My friend didn’t want to press charges, so I guess they got away with it.
I’m glad the results were good Herbs. I hope you can get the thyroid issue squared away.
I was a good girl and paid my HOA dues today, so we’re all caught up there. It’s not they’re extremely high, it’s just that I don’t see a whole hell of a lot that they’re paying for. Oh, the streetlights…well that ain’t much. The mailboxes were paid upon us moving in ($5,000 for mailboxes!), and some replaced landscaping by the retention ponds. Oh, and bench. Whoopee. That’s all in the last four years that we’ve been here.
We’ll be leaving in an hour for dinner. There will be 10 of us dining. I haven’t eaten anything today in preparation for tonight’s dinner. I was hungry earlier, but now I’m past it. I hope I have an appetite when we get there.
Herbs, I’m glad the results were good; I know that is a load off of your mind.
I went today and met Frank and HobieCat, who I will be cat-sitting for next month. My librarian friend referred this lady to me, and since they are retired and travel a good bit this may become a regular thing. Good! I love playing with cats, so getting paid for paying with cats is a good thing!
On the way back I stopped by Michaels (damnit, I shouldn’t go in there!) but the exit fee was only $15. Much better than the exit fee at Hobby Lobby the other day, which was $70. Then I went to Big Lots and picked up a few things, including a few pairs of drawers for Mr. SCL. He went to the doctor today and got antibiotics along with a lecture on smoking, from Dr. Snotti. snerk
I was kind of hesitant to post that Pit thread, because I just knew someone would tell me what a bitch I am. Well, that’s kind of beside the point! But the way I’ve felt the last few days I probably would have cried. I am feeling more myself today. I don’t think Libby’s loss is going to hit me until hockey season, because I don’t see Libby that much during the summer. But hockey season is going to hurt when I go to my seat and she’s not in hers at the top of the stairs.
Swampy, you need to start planning now for you and ACBG to come over for dinner at Country’s or Chef Lee’s and a game!