Anything for caffeine. 
Happy Hump Day!
It’s gonna get warm today, up to 87, so I’ll have to close my window.
Waiting for a call from the doctor, the pills are not working and I am not happy. Maybe it takes longer for them to work. Don’t know, all I know is that I am tired of this shit.
Reminded me of this:
A badly constipated man went to the doctors. The doctor prescribed suppositories and told the man to take one once every four hours. The man left the doctor, happy that his problem would soon be gone.
When he got home, he took a suppository, swallowing it with a glass of water. Four hours passed. Nothing happened. But he figured that these things take time, so he swallowed another one, hoping he would reap the benefits very soon.
After several days of taking the suppositories every four hours, he was still constipated, so he returned to the doctor.
When he explained that he took one every four hours, as prescribed, the doctor exclaimed, “What are you doing? Swallowing them?”
The man replied sarcastically, “No, I’m shoving them up my arse!!!”
HAR Spidey!
I am in the orifice after my whirlwind tour of the west forty. A whole lot of drivin’ in about three and a half hours time but I got done what needed doin’ so there’s that. Now I’m hongree so N.O.L. shall be comsumed shortly.
Reminds me of when I was in the hospital recovering from having my back bolted together and uh, things, weren’t moving. They bring out the Fleet, when all I really needed was some strong coffee and bacon.
Horrible, horrible ride home last night. A train lost part of a wheel :eek: in what a spokesperson called “a really horrible spot; right at an interlocking at a crossover. It impacts both sides of the tracks, so we can’t even single track around it.” Apparently, the wheel chunk damaged the track switch and the third rail. I did eventually get home, three hours later.
Welcome Bullit, whatever you end up being nicked as. I got tagged with Yeller. I’m sure it’s because I’m so quiet.
Personal side. Van fixed. (window slides and headlight)
Sort of a picnic last night. Backstory: months ago removed big honking oak tree that was raising and cracking my house foundations. Since then, all of the beetles living in that tree have been searching for new digs.
Last night my son saw one bug too many in the kitchen, bought bug bombs and bombed the house at about 4:30 PM. He sent us warning emails and took enough stuff into the back yard to grill dinner.
There was already a popup shade from a past work day and he festooned it with white christmas lights, added a table, jigsaw puzzles, and his laptop, which played episode after episode of The Simpsons. (He tends to watch whole seasons or entire runs of a program.)
The dogs really enjoyed being outside with the humans while they were eating!
Checking. May buy.
The knights also chucked plague victim bodies and ripe, dead livestock. If you’re just trying to get things over the wall, accuracy is less of a concern. With a shark, once it’s over the wall, wherever it lands it will probably do no good and cause great concern.
I hear Punkin’ Chunkin’ is popular. In fact, there are folks breeding and raising rounder, thicker pumpkins for the sport.
Howdy from da cave! Irk is over for the day. YAY!!! Ok, still got some stuff to do but I can do it from here. I stopped by the Harvey’s sto’ and picked up a slab o’ ribs for dindin. They’re already cooked. There are peas/butterbeans/okra leftover from last night and I shall whomp up some wild rice. None of that there tame stuff for us! Dindin easy and tasty. Just the way I like my men.
I have decided I can live with Magnum as a nickname for Bullit. Thus I declare the matter settled. So mote it be. 
Ok, gonna go surf teh intartoobz for a bit and then get busy with dindin.
It is settled, then.
Jack O’Lanterns filled with bristle worms.
Check your cruise ships and cement ponds immediately!
Here we have the tale of MOOOOOOM’S first day adventures as a [del]pirate[/del] tourist on the high seas. Happy reading!
August 27 – London to Southampton to the Ruby Princess
Getting from the airport to the hotel was uneventful, our supper was good, and we went back to our room fairly early to watch TV and crash. I was FREEZING – my feet were like ice and my nose and cheeks were cold. I futzed with the room thermostat and used my hoodie as an extra cover, and I managed to fall asleep pretty early. I woke at some ridiculous hour, and after doing the math, I figured it was 9:30 at home and I’d have still been awake. Plus by that time, I’d slept a pretty solid 5 hours, so it wasn’t too surprising I’d be awake. So I went on line to check the bus schedule for our return to Heathrow, read a little Facebook, then dozed till a more reasonable hour of 6:15.
The hotel had a nice breakfast buffet, and afterwards, we checked out and waited about 10 minutes for our bus. Back at Heathrow, just as I was asking someone where the cruise folks gathered, I saw someone carrying a Princess Cruise clipboard, so we were good. She had us put our bags in a central area, checked us off her list, and gave us a sticker to designate our group. For the next few hours, someone would call out a ship name and group color, and another group would head for the bus. Lots more folks were called ahead of us, and Mom finally went and asked when we’d be going – turns out we were next.
I was looking forward to the ride to Southampton, but we were on highways all the way – not unlike driving on I-95, so a bit disappointing. But it was a fairly short ride – about 90 minutes – and we got in line to check in. That’s when it started. The nice lady at the counter said there was a bit of a glitch and she went to talk to someone. Then together, they went to talk to someone else. We were not amused.
Bear in mind that we’d made these reservations in August of 2013. The nice lady asked if we’d just made our reservations yesterday as her computer said. They had no key card for us. But after a few calls and about 20 minutes of waiting, she came over with our key cards, then walked us to the front of the security line so we wouldn’t have to wait any longer. We got the stinkeye from some other passengers, but too bad so sad. And we were told to go to guest services as soon as we got aboard, which we did, and all seemed well.
Time for lunch, which we decided to have in a dining room – Mom had salmon and I had a ricotta and spinach ravioli – very yum. Next stop was our room – unlike Royal Caribbean, we were able to get to our room right away, only to discover that we had a double bed instead of 2 twins. But I spoke to our steward and he said he hadn’t been told that anyone would be in that room, but he’d take care of it, and true to his word, he did.
But that led us to wonder about our excursion reservations, so we went to the tour desk. As we waited, I heard one of the workers there say that pretty much all of the trips were booked. When we got our turn, we found out that we were listed as not having boarded. The tickets should have been delivered to our room, but there were none. Yeah, that was a thrill. But Amy from South Africa never stopped smiling as she got us tickets for all but one of our scheduled trips. I will be saying nice things about Amy to the powers that be.
Naturally, when we got back to our room, there was an envelope with all of our tickets as we’d reserved on line, so I went back down and was lucky enough to talk to Amy again. She just shook her head and she checked the tickets that were in our room, so we’re good to go, and I gave her the others back.
Somewhere along the line in the afternoon, we wandered around taking some pictures, seeing what there was to be seen on the ship, then back at our room, our luggage had been delivered, so we unpacked and filled the various drawers and shelves. And while talking at one point, I wondered about our onboard credit – we were supposed to have over $300 in our accounts. So I went back to Guest Services again, and no, there was no record. But the agent there asked me to give it 24 hours, then come back with my documentation. Fortunately, I have a piece of paper from a Princess email saying how much we were supposed to have, so it will get fixed.
I signed up for my internet account – obviously – but it only showed 200 minutes. I thought it was supposed to be 240, so I’m going to the internet café tomorrow and find out what the deal is. I could really use those extra minutes. Since it’s satellite, it’s kinda slow and I wouldn’t want you to miss any of these words or wisdom because my well ran dry.
There was also an announcement that they were required to collect all of our passports. When our steward came around to get ours, it turned out that he didn’t have a receipt for us, so he said we’d have to go back to guest services – it would be my 4th or 5th trip there. So after our emergency muster drill, we took our passports to the desk and we’ve got our receipts. WHEW!!
That was pretty much the end of the crazy. We went to dinner, but the DaVinci dining room doesn’t do anytime seating before 7:30. However, we were directed to Michelangelo dining room and were seated at a table with (eventually) 6 others. Two were women who pretty much ignored everyone, and there were two couples who chatted a bit. Again, the food was quite good – I got the salmon this time and an amazing mushroom soup and Mom got bass with pineapple-mango salsa and some kind of fish/mojito appetizer. The breads at both meals have been crusty and yummerrific!! Oh, and dessert was crème brulée for me and hazelnut ice cream for mom.
Immediately after, we went to the theater for the welcome show – starting with some singing and dancing by be-sequined performers, followed by some remarks by the cruise director, and featuring some amazing violining by a young man in tight black pants and a sleeveless white shirt – so eye candy with the music!
And thus ended our day. We’re enroute to Guernsey and it’s a bit rough – I can feel the ship shaking a bit and I hear the wind. I’d left a shirt on our balcony, and it was pretty damp when I brought it in, but it smells good!! Oh, and there were chocolates on the beds when we came back – a perfect ending to the day!
Now it’s time for a shower and a good night’s sleep!
Does the ship have a grand staircase, like the Titanic?
Can they see the icebergs from the harbour?
IMO any ship that does not have a grand staircase is a ship fit only for the peasantry.
Yes, but you have to wear an elegant ball gown or tux to descend it.
I hate filling out applications, just for the record.
I didn’t realize Mooommm was going Princess Lines, aka the Love Boat.
Given that one of our regulars is there, I say it calls for a good round of Chugboat, aka the Love Boat drinking game. However, instead of an appearance by Issac, Julie, or Gopher, we do it by posts of Swampy, Sari, Flytrap, & Doggio & we’ll substitute URL links for shots of the whole boat.
The Rules
Before the show (re-runs), everyone picks a main character (Doc, Julie, Isaac, etc.). Every time that character comes on, you have to take a drink. For those lovely shots of the whole boat, everybody takes a drink. God forbid you pick someone who is the “love interest” for that episode!
Given it’s a holiday wickend, we’ll start @ 5pm Mooomm time on Friday (which is 11am EDT; & even earlier for you western Mumpers. :o) So, who are you drinking after???
Here’s to a bug free Casa Yeller.
:waves to Mooom: we’re all using coasters!
Got the stuff related to FMLA and ST disability taken care of, filled the new scrip, picked up a few groceries and ordered three med-alert tags to put on macrame bracelets. I also cleaned out the fridge and salvaged some of the veggies there for supper (which, thanks to swampy’s cravin’ flingin’, included cornsticks). I’s tahred!
What does it mean, “cornstick”?
When I said I was tired of dealing with this shit I didn’t know I would be taken literally
The doctor called back and we are going to hold out for my appointment on Friday unless I start getting dizzy (like how would I tell?) or weak. I looked online for some home treatments and it seems that taking nsaids can help as does eating broccoli, cabbage, kale, cauliflower and brussels sprouts. So I order Chinese food for lunch, chicken and broccoli and shrimp chop suey. Drinking tea is supposed to help as well.
I won’t be drinking any shots because alcohol thins the blood and my blood is thin enough.
Property line issue has been resolved. The seller is putting in a concrete pad and moving the shed.
The mortgage company sent a bunch more forms for me to sign and I have to pay for another FHA appraisal as they go back to check that the work is finished. I didn’t even look to see how much that cost, I guess I should go back and check. The insurance policy is in place to take effect on Sepr 19th. So I guess the mortgage company is sure this is going through. I think the only delays could be if the work doesn’t get done on time.
Also, this part kind of cracked me up, Sah-son had to write a letter to them stating that I have full access to the money in my accounts. I added him as a joint owner and now he has to say I can spend MY money. So I dictated the letter, he wrote it and signed it. I hope whomever gets it can read it.
I had a scary dream last night - that I was about to fly on an airplane without being heavily medicated! :eek:
It wasn’t a nightmare or anything, but it was anxiety-pinging.
I hope I can drag my ass off to work early tomorrow.
Worked, came home. Made mesquite chicken with paprika rice. watching Doctor Who.
What’s the British for “Hey, y’all, watch this!”?
Cthulhu wants his kitten back.
Sari, hope the tea and Chinese helps.
Spidey, I’ll take Red and I’m off for the weekend anyways/.
You’re just setting me up today!An Irishman walks into a Dublin bar, orders three pints of Guinness, and drinks them down, taking a sip from one, then a sip from the next, until they’re gone. He then orders three more. The bartender says, “You know, they’d be less likely to go flat if you bought them one at a time.”
The man says, “Yeah, I know, but I have two brothers, one in the States, one in Australia. When we all went our separate ways, we promised each other that we’d drink this way in memory of the days when we drank together. Each of these is for one of my brothers and the third is for me.”
The bartender is touched, and says, “What a great custom!”
The Irishman becomes a regular in the bar and always orders the same way.
One Spring day he comes in and orders two pints. The other regulars notice, and a silence falls over the bar. When he comes to the bar for his second round, the bartender says, “Please accept my condolences, pal.”
The Irishman says, “Oh, no, everyone’s fine. I gave up drinking for Lent.”
In support of a fellow Mumper, I have your drink for you! 
An American, a Frenchman, and an Irishman walk into a bar and order beer. A fly land in each beer. The American grimaces, pushes the beer away and orders another. The Frenchman grimaces, fishes the fly out and keeps drinking. The Irishman fishes the fly out, and starts beating the fly on the back while yelling, “SPIT IT OUT! SPIT IT OUT YA BASTARD!”