What's Your Favorite Ice Cream Cone? - An Inappropriate Winter MMP

Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share
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She’s departed runway 15R (20 minutes late), and has turned north. Currently in a climb. FlightAware says she’ll be in Seattle at 22:32. Then she has to take another flight to get to Bellingham. It’s scheduled to depart at 23:10. :grimacing:

If she misses the last flight (literally; I’ve flown it and it was the last flight of the day), I wonder if Alaska Airlines would give her a hotel room and put her on the first flight in the morning. (One thing about the last flight is that sometimes your luggage doesn’t make it.)

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Ah. I would just call that a normal ice cream cone (a defective one – it’s empty!). Never heard it called a “cake cone” before. Where does that term come from?

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DAMN, Kasya’s a territorial one! Minding my own business on the sofa and she starts screaming and yowling. She’s totally healthy, just throwing a major tantrum about seeing another cat outside the window.

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A lot of kids out from school because of the flu and fevers, so a number of classes were canceled yesterdaY. I only had one class canceled but the other English teacher had four gone. They closed the school for today and tomorrow to slow things down.

we will go skiing /snowboarding tomorrow. I ski and the kids snowboard. We live about 40 minutes from the ski resort so we got season passes.

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Goo is very territorial. At least that’s the only explanation for her dislike of Findus (who appears just to have farted). Abbey is asleep at the end of the couch. Findus is reclining against my thigh. Goo wandered out of the living room. I suspect she went to sleep on her CatMom’s bed. (Goo sleeps with me at night, but the bed in CatMom’s room is hers during the day.) If that’s where she is, then I’ll let her stay until I have to leave for the airport in about three hours.

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I’ve got a dog with way too much energy for bed time. You know those kong frisbees that are flappy. Yup, tons of flapping going on. Earlier this evening she killed one of the red ones, they’re not as stout as the black ones.

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Is that “fin duss”, “find us”, or something else?

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FIN-duss. In Swedish, it’s FIN-doos; but I’m using an American pronunciation. Anyway, CatMom just calls him Finn.

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Up, caffeinated, and sheveled. Off to heave. It’s still 27 degrees Ferret Height.

Spot is I guess. Or he at least hates new people, critters, and things.

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Hiya, Mumpers! I so enjoy reading what everyone is up to! Mundane is definitely underrated.

What some of you are calling “cake cones” were called “safety cones” in my youth, I guess because the rim helps kees ice cream from dribbling down the cone. I prefer sugar cones, myself. Years ago when waffle cones weren’t in wide use yet, the board of the nonprofit I was the ED for decided to sell ice cream in waffle cones at the county fair. You couldn’t order or buy them, but the staff and I got a little waffle iron and made them ourselves and topped the ice cream with whipped cream and sprinkles. Demand was so great, we had to move the cone-making to the booth. That warm hug of a scent, as red described it, was such a lure, the line was never less than 40 people long.

The next year, I handed off the whole thing to the board. They nixed the whipped cream and sprinkles as unnecessary expenses and went to sugar cones, the nwondered why sales tanked.

I like most flavors.

I had jury duty this week, as I may have mentioned. I called Friday evening as instructed, but the jury line hadn’t been updated. Same Saturday. I thought I’d have to go down there today at 8, but I didn’t know which courthouse–they’re .70 miles apart. They finally updated it yesterday, and there are no trials this week. I’m free!

Ding-dong, the neighbor’s gone! Yay! The silence is blissful.

I had a retinal specialist appointment last week. He said my eyes are so much better, I can just go in annually. Yippee!

I had an MRI on my back today. Why do they play music through headphones when the bangs and buzzes drown it out anyway? It’s like trying to hear soft rock in a garbage can getting battered by alarm clocks.

I believe they work better if you buy two, insert a hand into each, and wear them like mittens.

Didn’t you just nip off the little point at the top and gently suck the soft-serve through the little hole? Then the chocalte collapsed The chocolate-dipped coned were a nickel more from the Mr. Softee truck–quite a lot, as the plain cones were 10¢. Your mother was a clever woman employing marshmallows like that!

Hippie, I loved the story about you and your mom. It’s so vivid, and your mom was clearly a wonderful mom.

I had more to say, but I’m falling asleep while I type.

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The Spousal Unit is taxiing for takeoff. She should be at the gate at BLI in less than an hour. I’ll leave the house at 00:05 or 00:10. (It’s about 25 minutes to get there from here.)

Goo was on my bed, and Abbey was by me on the couch. Findus was knocking around CatMom’s room, playing. I went back to play with him, and he was having fun; but then Goo had to come see what all the ruckus was about. No attacks, but her tail got puffy. So I escorted her out and shut the door again.

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Waiting at the physical therapist for my SenBoy. The futsal tournament took a toll on his body. The best player on one team kicked a hard shot that hit my son right on his thigh and left an imprint of the ball that was still there six hours later.

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Sugar cones were my favorite when I was young because they tasted better, smelled like childhood optimism, and weren’t secretly trying to stab me in the face.

Now, as a geezer with a warranty long expired, I waffle between sugar cones—for flavor—and cake cones—for safety: no pointy ends to poke me in the eye, and a flat bottom so I can park the cone on a table while taking a nitroglycerin pill during an angina episode. Design matters.

Speaking of “waffle,” old-timey waffle cones, on the other arthritic hand, just remind me that I’m old, brittle, and liable to collapse without warning.

I don’t eat cones on hot days anymore. I may forget I’m eating ice cream, wander off, and wake up wearing it (though my cats would appreciate the dripping treats from above). Sub-freezing weather only: no drips, no panic, and the ice cream freezes faster than my joints.

Flavor? Prune Ripple with a Metamucil Vein—or Rum Raisin, after medication and moral surrender.

Ice cream is still great, as long as it doesn’t try to kill me.

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Morning, mumpers! It’s currently 6c/42f with a predicted high of 8c/46f and mostly cloudy. Weather app says “Partly cloudy with a chance of fucking bullshit.” Well, I am working today, I should expect that.

He hasn’t got anything lined up at the moment, but I have a lot of jobs at home lined up for him! He’s been promising to tackle various things for far too long, it’s time he actually did some of it.

Very frustrating, hopefully you’ve now found the solution and things will get better!

Awww….they make an adorable pair!

That’s exactly how I feel about my days working at home. I get so much more done than when I’m in the office surrounded by chattering magpies!

I only remember them being called “cornets”. Yay for the retinal specialist too, that’s excellent news!

I hope he is ok and the physical terrorist can help him. That sounds like quite the imprint :open_mouth:

Not much excitement here at the moment. After irk yesterday, I wrapped a gift for a friend ready for delivery later this week, collected up all the recycling to go in the bin, emptied all the other rubbish and hauled the biiiiiig bin out to the kerb for today’s collection. I made chicken curry for dinner, and vegged on the sofa for a while before bed.

Today I was already awake and contemplating getting out of bed when the binmen arrived at 7am. I got up to tend to the needs of cats, then went out to haul the biiiiiig bin back to where it usually lives. I have stuff to do today, and a minion meeting at 11am, might go to the gym at lunchtime if I feel so inclined. Other than that, I have nothing much else planned.

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SenWife: Rum Raisin
SenGirl: Cookie and cream

SenBoy: chocolate

Me: too many to choose from but maybe mint chocolate

We have a really good ice cream place not too far from here, maybe 20 minutes away.

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OMG it is freezing in my house this morning. There’s a poodle on my lap giving off minimal warmth. I have one IEP meeting today, one tomorrow and three on Thursday. The parent for today’s meeting emailed me at 1:42 this morning to see if we could reschedule for next week. Unfortunately (?) we are on break next week.

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Good Mornin’ Y’all! Up and caffeinatin’. YAWN I was a slugabed until seven a.am.:person_in_bed: ‘Tis 26 Amurrkin out and clear with a predicted high of 58 and sunny. It’s laundry day and I can hardly contain myself. There will be the usual RDOS sloth as well. Sup shall be grilled poke chops, peas ‘n carrots, a cheesy broccoli rice thing from a box (don’t judge!) and rolls.

I also promise to for real read through all the posts today.

Now I need more caffeine and to feed rumbly tummy. Then laundry will commence. Rah.

Happy Tuesday Y’all!

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Yesterday we learned that when we leave home, Otis needs to be crated. When he gets bored, he gets destructive - stuff like a box of tissues, a cheap, roll-up calendar from the Chinese delivery, assorted items from FCD’s chair-side trash can, one of FCD’s shoes (not destroyed, but definitely chewed on.) So now we know.

FCD is so worried about that dog - you know, the animal that lives in a fur coat - being cold. This is the dog who barks to go outside and disappears into the wooded part of the yard. It’s also the dog who knows how to get back in the house when he’s done frolicking. He’s also the dog who apparently needs one of those radiator heaters near his crate when he goes to bed. FCD tried a blanket, but that ended up being chewed to bits the first and only night it was used. And the room at its chilliest is in the mid-60s, so not exactly a walk-in fridge.

Otis has been having some Ziva encounters and she’s not having any crap from him. Yesterday, she was eating and he came up behind her for a butt-sniff. She whipped around and whacked him on the nose! He, naturally, backed up, whining. I’m sure he just wants to play, but she’s not up for rasslin’. Poor old lady is 17 - much too dignified! And she eventually retreated to her hiding place under the bed while he whined.

Anyway, it’s a brisk 19 Ferrets this morning, creeping to the upper 40s this afternoon. I have one more coat of clear Cetol, then I should be all done with my teak work. Somewhere along the line, I need to go to the boat yard with FCD to assist with some installation. It’ll probably be Firday when we’ll install the beeyooteeful new hatch.

I ordered some supposedly mega-tough toys for tough chewers from wowpetsmart dot com. They haven’t been delivered yet, but their ad says they’ll replace them if the dog manages to kill them. We shall see - Otis has destroyed quite a few of his allegedly tough toys.

I’m also waiting for the t-shirts I ordered for the grands - hope they make it in time, not that the kids will notice one fewer package. Right now they’re each getting 4 from us - mostly books and no underwear! :wink:

And so my day begins. Looking at the mess on my desk, I think I need to sort and file or trash the accumulating papers, making sure I haven’t lost a bill among the detritus. Good times ahead!

Happy Tuesday!!

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Good Tuesday morning, Tumpers! Here in Elkhart, it’s 2 degrees F, predicted to rise to 31 sometime this afternoon.

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Nope, I was wrong. It’s 16 degrees F, not 2.