Silly Canucks, scheduling a holiday on a Sunday.
I finally found the toilet leak. It’s the tank, I think, and it’s only leaking when it’s flushed. This explains why it’s only intermittently wet. It does, however, smell rather…swampy. N.O.S.! 
I’m not a morning person, so I have no idea why I’m wide awake at 5 am on a Sunday.
Special1, I’m off Tuesday **and **Wednesday for the 4th, so there. 
The fact that it’s unpaid because I’m a contractor is beside the point.
Hey, diff’r’nt people, diff’r’nt places… different holidays. No skin off my nose. 
Now, you may have some ‘splainin’ to do to the other American MMPers about this Tuesday off of yours
Oh, and happy Canada Day!! to all the Canucks! 
What? You’ve never heard of 4th of July Eve, SO? That’s because it doesn’t exist. As an official holiday. In most places, anyway. A lot of people who work downtown here take Tuesday off because fireworks are Tuesday evening and people start to flock downtown mid-day (there’s food, music, etc.). I’ve heard two explanations for this: 1) it allows suburbs to have their fireworks displays on the holiday, and 2) that way Columbus doesn’t have to pay holiday overtime for security (not to mention the county doesn’t have to pay holiday overtime to bus drivers). I’m betting on 2 as the correct answer.
:: points and laughs cuz SO is at work today :: Hey, you said we could!
Sounds like an adventurous dog-hunting morning, FCM.
Sounds like a good plan, SCL. (If you still feel like selling stuff. Of course, then you could decide whose stuff you were selling, so it might not be as trying.)
Chicken sounds yummy, Rebo.
Happy Canada Day!(and IIRC, swampy, Mindfield mentioned he’s off on Monday, so they’re celebrating two days!!!)
I slept till not quite 8, so two nights in a row with a reasonable amount of sleep. Yay!
Laundry in washer and dryer. Still cleaning up. Off to church in an hour and then more gardening…
GT
Happy Canada Day Canadians!
I had a really bad sleep-night. First, I was up until about 12:30 finishing my book. Then I "spontaneously’ :: glares at Cuervo :: woke up for “no reason at all” :: fingers being licked, nose being sniffed :: at around 2:15, at which point I noticed that the downstairs light was still on - meaning the Child was not home yet. So I sat awake, pretending not to sit awake for about 20 minutes til I heard her come in.
THEN sat there awake about another hour.
THEN :: more glaring at You Know WHO :: there was apparently some sort of practice session for the Cats Running Through the House Olympics at about 8:30.
So I’m caffienating, getting set to start scrambling some eggs & chorizo.
Damn cat.
Yes, Swampy, it’s still “uptown” Columbus. If you haven’t been here in a while you won’t recognize the place; it’s had a face lift.
I am very sleepy. I am out of my RLS medication and at $80 a bottle I can’t afford to get it filled until Mr. SCL gets paid for working at the looney bin. They only pay twice monthly. So I haven’t been sleeping well. I was up until 3 and up again at 5. Now that I need to be awake I am sleepy. I may go back to bed.
Morning, all. And a
Happy Canada Day!
to all the Canucks amongst us. Papa Tigs and I first spent time together at a Canada Day party (in San Diego, but it was hosted by Canucks, obviously) lo these 12 years ago, so I have a special fondness for your holiday. Plus I’m always willing to adopt another holiday.
I’ve actually been up for a while and caffeinating; I was just catching up on last night’s MMP’ing since I was a Really Good Girl and worked my little fingers to the bone until way late o’clock because I was finally being productive after a day of struggling.
Papa Tigs managed to in the bed for a little while last night, but he woke up after a couple hours with his neck getting sore, so back up to the recliner he went. He sounds a lot more cheerful this morning, though, so I suspect he’s starting to feel a teensy bit better. He’s even talking about going to work tomorrow. I haven’t given my approval yet, so we shall see. :dubious:
One of these days we need to see photos of all your lovely work, SCL! It sounds gorgeous!
Hugs, smacks upside the head, etc. to all who need them. I’m back to work now. Envy me my exciting life. Woo and hoo.
It’s Canada Day, and we rung it in properly at a work party where everyone but us got plastered. Driving Husband’s head is probably falling off right now.
Tomorrow is a stat holiday, so we’re not missing anything.
rosie, your dresses are awesome! I love the blue scallopy one.
I can’t remember if I mentioned this, since I wasn’t around much yesterday, but we’re moving in one month. The apartment one floor down and over one will be vacant. I went and looked yesterday. It’s much bigger, with 250 more feet of floor space in the living room, and space for a washing machine, and more light, and more windows… I want to move right away! First we have to pack.
The cats will be terrified.
A friend of mine sent this to me and I had to share - Swampy especially will appreciate it:
A South Georgia farmer dies and, being a heathen, goes to Hell. When
he gets there it’s 95° with 90% humidity. But Satan notices he’s kicked back
on the brimstone relaxing comfortably. He asks, “Why aren’t you miserable
like everyone else here?” The farmer replies, “Oh, this is like a warm
spring day in south Georgia. I like it.” Angry, Satan turns up the thermos
until it’s 100° and 95% humidity. Still, the farmer’s happy. “This is like a
good June day on the farm. Not bad at all.” Furious, Satan turns it up to
105°and 99% humidity. Everyone is even more miserable, except the south
Georgia farmer still laying there resting. "Hey, this is like a good August
day on the farm bailing hay. Feels good.
The hotter the better." In a total rage, Satan turns the thermostat
down to minus 25°F. Within seconds, the air becomes chilly and frost
appears, soon followed by solid ice everywhere. Satan smirks, watching the
farmer.
The confused farmer looks down at the frozen ground for a moment,
suddenly jumps up excitedly, looks around everywhere, realizes that Hell has
frozen over, and begins to laugh, jump for joy and scream.
"Tech beat Georgia! Tech beat Georgia! Tech beat Georgia!"I’m up and drinking coffee. I’ve already had my shower and have my swim suit on.
In just a little bit, I’ll go make sammiches and pack the cooler with beverages and such.
You know, I bought a new bathing suit because my old one had seen better days.
I’m slightly uncomfortable in this bathing suit (tankini) because, well, um, there’s more cleavage showing than I would like.
However, the sun it out, it’s warm and lovely, and soon we’ll be frolicking on the lake.
I guess I better get a move on.
That’s a good joke!
I have fallen into sinful ways. Yes, it’s true. Since I got pneumonia, I have been falling asleep at midnoc, waking at 10 am and taking a nap at 3pm.
I LIKE THIS SCHEDULE–why can’t my work understand this?
Speaking of work: my manager didn’t call me to tell me the changes to my schedule(I haven’t finished orientation). Hmmm…I foresee a problem or two.
Back to the doctor on Tuesday; still coughing, not as tired (I may try to DO something today).
Sorry 'bout the cat thing–Simon woke me up at 0400, wanting breakfast. As if. He got put in the basement for his trouble. The dog thing–who can say? A leash sounds good to me. Stoopit critters.
This reminds me of another joke. Not sure why, maybe the “Southern” theme. Here goes:
This Southern Baptist Minister has a really bad heart attack, and is clinically dead. Luckily, he’s already in a hospital visiting someone, and the staff on hand manage to shock him back to life.
So, the next day, with all his church staff gathered around his bed, he says: (and I’m leaving out the attempts at a cheesy Southern accent. Apply on your own)
“Well, I was dead and came back. But on the way, while I was dead in this world, I experienced the next.
And I have some good news good and some bad news.
The good news is… I was blessed with the presence of God! There truthfully is a God in heaven!!
The bad news is… She’s black :eek:”
Oh, and speaking of Hell, there’s also this.
OK, so I lied about only one joke 
Oh and Taters:
Um… actually, nothing. Nope, not saying anything at all… I’ll wait for somebody else to do the honors… 
Rigs I tend to gravitate to that schedule, when left to my own devices, as well… stay up until 2 or 3, wake up at 10. Too bad work and kids and such get in the way of living right 
See, self-employment is the ideal way to live on the schedule you want. Last night I went to bed at 2:15; today I got up at 10:10. Sounds perfect to me! I have to admit, however, that even after many, many years of getting up to get kids off to school/myself off to work, I genuinely never shifted my clock to where I was comfortable with getting up before about 8 am. I gave it over 20 years of trying, and have decided it’s just not worth the aggravation any more. I’m much more productive if I listen to my body clock and follow its dictates, and it wants me to keep a schedule varying somewhere between midnight to 8 am rt 2 am to 10 am. Who am I to argue? I think my clock was delivered permanently stuck on “night owl.”
It’s a really pretty day today. I just wish Papa Tigs felt better – he’s doing okay, but I get concerned every time he does anything because these random yelps of pain occur at odd moments. He’s definitely not feeling good enough to take the Idiots swimming, so they are of course very sad, not understanding that Daddy is in serious pain. Even though they’ve had a lot of extra sofa cuddle time with him.
Okay, lunch is et (yummy cheeseburgers), so it’s back to work time.
Fine, but now I’m color blind. :dubious: 
Happy Canada Day!
I had the most bizarre dream ever. Something to do with my entire extended family participating in some kind of cross-country trip, along with the families of my friends. I had to go get photos developed but for some reason That Guy insisted on tagging along. We got into a cab and the cab driver was cranky because people had been sueing him all day for not stopping exactly where they wanted him to stop. We assured him it was okay when he accidentally let us off a block past the place we wanted to go. Then we went to go find a place we could get my photos developed. Inside a department store. :dubious: As we were walking around I found a small black bag lying on the ground. I picked it up and found it filled with cat-shaped earrings and pendants. “These look a lot like mine,” I commented, but then That Guy pointed out, “Yours are silver - those are made of glass.” I picked one up to examine it closer but accidentally dropped it, and it shattered on the floor. And then I woke up.
I think it means I should not buy jewelry made of glass.
Happy Canada Day! to those who are celebrating, and happy Sunday to the rest of you.
I’m tired, but that’s not exactly unexpected since we left home around 4pm yesterday and have only just got back. I drove us over to Nottingham and we met up with some friends at the hotel where we were staying, went out for a quick meal, got changed and got taxis into town to meet some other folks. We went to a couple of real ale pubs - one of the guys we met was very surprised when I told him which pubs I wanted to go to, he didn’t know I’d lived there for several years - then we headed up to Rock City. We had arranged to meet up again at the end of the night because we’d pre-booked taxis to get back to the hotel, and so we went off to explore the different rooms in the club and see which one we wanted to spend time in.
We didn’t get back to the hotel until 3.30am, then stopped in the hotel bar for a bit longer chatting, and then headed off to bed. That 9am wake-up call was waaaaaaay too early. After checking out, we went over to see my mum, took her out for lunch and spent some time doing a few things for her. Then we came home to feed the menagerie before Shadow got so convinced we had abandoned him he’d start chewing his own legs.
Rosie - you’re right about the material, thread and binding being for an outfit. The rest is for a school sports day we’re putting on next weekend as a fundraiser for a charity event. The beans are for making bean bags as we’ll need them for one or two of the races but of course they should be tested out first by aiming them at 'im indoors. Well, I wouldn’t like them to be under-stuffed, would I? The clothes are also for the same event, we’re having a dressing up race involving shoes, stockings, frocks, jackets, hats and handbags…but only the guys are allowed to take part in that one. The red and white tape is for marking out lanes for the races as we needed something that wouldn’t permanently mark the ground since the event takes place in a public park.
Right, am off for a rest and a relaxing bath now!
Been busy this weekend so I haven’t had a chance to catch up. However:
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I’m going to a family function shortly that will culminate with a community gathering for fireworks in the back field of a local school. Since I now have a fixed location from which to photograph them, I should have some nice fireworks pics for tomorrow’s MMP.
I usually only remember fuzzy pieces of dreams I’ve had, but one last night was so bizarre…
My former neighbor, across the street from where I used to live, was a guy about 7-8 years older than me. Well, I was back living there and he called me over to show me this detailed plan about pretending to have built a nuclear device and force people to think someone else to believe that Bad Guys had it and were threatening some part of the world with it. Turns out he was with the CIA and this was part of some plan he had to make himself look good. Just as I started doing something on my computer to start the plan, he got a call that the plan was off and never mind I had to forget all about it.
So I was walking across the street, when the daughter of a friend of my mom’s caught up with me. I NEVER liked this girl - we were about the same age, but she was loud, stupid and well, IRL she’s now a cop in my old town. She grabs me and says come on, we’re going to your room. :eek:
So we’re in my room, and she explains that she knew I’d day yes because if I said no, she’d have told everyone that I said yes and we did The Thing, besides which she knew about me and the aborted CIA plot.
Just then, my mom stuck her head in my room and said I had to take her to the train station because she got a big promotion yesterday and was out late celebrating and took a cab home, and left her car at the train station. (Note: mom never worked more than a mile from home)
I told Ugly Loud Cop to stay hidden under the covers because I didn’t want anyone to come in and see her then went to explain to my mom that I also got a big promotion yesterday and I had a lot of work to come home and do, so let’s get going. Mom laughed and said, no my “promotion” with the CIA fell through, and she knew I just wanted to hurry home to be with Ugly Loud Cop.
Thankfully about then I woke up.
Shivering in a cold sweat.
Dreams are weird, aren’t they? I’m sure Freud and Jung had a point when they said dreams were an expression of forbidden desires and whatnot, but sometimes dreams are just bizarre. I was in an almost-awake state when I saw the glass pendant shatter and thought, “This must mean something. What does it mean?” And then I woke up and thought, “Damn, I’m hungry.”
Today I shall be productive. I have papers to grade, and That Guy alerted me to some new job openings at another local community college, so I’ll give those a look and send out some applications, perhaps. And do some apartment searching as well.
My dreams are mostly boring when I remember them.
Good luck with the packing and moving, LiLi. Glad you don’t have to move far away.
Back from church and walking part of the bike course. I’m thinking I might walk the course one more time before moving into the garden. Otherwise I’d take another break later to watch the end and not get so much done. Sounds kinda like a plan to me. I’m in the midst of eating some Trader Joe’s chicken taquitos with sour cream on top. Also, I ate the first mini bell pepper from the garden. It was very mini, so I should probably cut up a real one.
Back later.
GT
I’ve tried to get some pictures on the necklace boards but it’s just not working. I’m going to break out the light box after I finish this cigarette…