Hi Roo! (Meant to wave somewhere back there, actually…)
I know what you mean about Haze, rigs. I think it’s funny how you mentally place everyone, even though we’re all looking at screens filled with type and not actually seeing where the person is.
Sorry things are so awkward with Father’s Day and the in-laws and all.
Too bad the restaurant wasn’t better, Taters.
Hugs to MBG and the kitty. (Haven’t made it to the thread yet.)
Oh, yeah, I was going to demand pictures of the groomed critters.
What’s the dizziness from, doggio? Hope it passes quickly.
And glad Blaze’s stitches are out.
Pitting cherries is…the pits. I only pitted half of the cherries I picked and already had enough for one batch of jam. I already mixed the chopped cherries with sugar, but won’t cook the jam till morning. Then I’ll pit the rest of the cherries. Need to figure out what to do with the rest of the cherries (the ones that are still on the tree). Maybe I’ll bake something with cherries to take to work on Monday. I’m also invited to dinner tomorrow night- maybe I’ll take something cherry there as well. Ideas?
Guess I should get to bed and see if I can catch a reasonable number of zzzzzzzs.
Thanks guys, right now I’m just kinda numb… I talked to my daughter for a loooooong time on the phone and she always makes me feel better. I have no idea if this is for the better in the great scheme of things, but I know that just from my perspective it’s necessary. There have been a great many downsides to our relationship along with the many positive things but for the last year or so it’s been trending downward. We’ve separated before and it’s pretty much always been (for me at least) for one reason–he has anger issues and depression issues that he simply can not or will not address or correct and the more he gets into a downward spiral the more my fault it becomes. I just don’t know what to say or how to deal with someone who will say and do the most vile things, then tell me how he feels sick about his own behavior but that it’s my fault for making him do and say things that make him feel bad. I mean, really, WTF?
See, I know that when we get to feuding I get a little nutsy because I don’t cope well with a constantly angry atmosphere around me–shoot, today I was looking online at stun guns and thinking how nice it would be to go up to him in mid-freakout and just stun the shit outta him until he does the funky chicken on the floor because at least he would have to SHUT THE FUCK UP! Now, I probably wouldn’t do such a thing, but if I did I’d feel bad about it and I would NEVER blame him for MAKING me do it–I’d own it, I’d be upfront about the fact that it was a nasty thing to do but that I chose to do it on my own. It’s kinda crazy to be able to project your own behavior onto someone else, seems to me.
So yeah… Anyway, at least my home is my own again, and it’s quiet and calm and it can belong to me again–that’s very nice. I’m worried about Pratchett, though, since he’s very bonded to Himself. I hope he’s okay, poor kitteh. I think I’m going to do a top to floor house clean tomorrow, that’s usually a good plan when things are falling around one’s ears.
Bobbio, behave yourself or I’ll tell VWife on you! Unless you were actually just asking how I’m doing, in which case the answer is “pretty shitty, thanks!”
**Rigs, **I have no useful insight on your in-law thing but personally I’d just not go if I didn’t feel like it. Life being too short and all that…
I didn’t mean to depress everybody about the baby swan! Especially since I was the first one in my office to know, too, and mentioned it when nobody else knew. On the up side, I guess I don’t need to worry about being chased by a large mean beaky bird again for a while, unless I somehow really really piss him off!
Otherwise things are going pretty well. Not much to report.
{{{snowbunny}}} for the baby swan.
{{{Me}}} for waking up to go pee and stepping in nasty cold sick puppy poo. Ick. Methinks Mr Rebo fed Ernie too much junk food today.
Mr. Lissar went up to Lazy Husband’s last night and stayed late, but it’s Father’s Day, so I won’t take Nat in to jump on his stomach and shout, “Wake up, Daddy! I love you!” because I’m nice like that.
{{{Smartie}}} I have to admit, your stun gun fantasy made me giggle a bit. Does that make me evil?
I had a horrible night, and I’m not sure why. **FCD ** crashed early, and when I followed him to bed, I couldn’t fall asleep, so I turned the TV on really low. The bedroom TV doesn’t get the digital lineup, giving me fewer and lousier choices, and I still couldn’t fall asleep. Back to the main TV to surf and try to get tired.
It didn’t help that our area was on the fringe of more storming and for some reason, that kept me up. Anyway, I finally did crash for a while, but I woke up on and off all night. At one point, my sweetie was out watching TV. Shortly after 5, I just gave up. I took the doggies out, got me some caffeine, and came here. I also went to visit Cleo who is soooooo lonely. I wish she’d come into the rest of the house, smack the crap out of Taz, then relax. I feel bad about her being stuck in the bedroom alone, but if we leave the door open, Taz goes in there and pees in the clothes hampers. Once we get the apartment done, Cleo will have more room to roam.
We were going to mow this morning, but it’s way too soggy out. It’s also overcast, although the weather radar doesn’t show any nastiness in the near future. I may take **FCD ** out to breakfast if he wants to go. Otherwise, it’s another day in the basement.
Groomed doggie pics may go up when construction pics do. Bernie looks just the same, but Scruffy looks like a big greyish-black rat. No more rasta-puppeh!
I’m up, getting jars ready for jam. Will cook it in a little bit and then possibly start pitting more cherries. Woo hoo. Or maybe I’ll go out and garden a bit before going to church…
Such suspense!
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I get the anger issues thing-- trust me. It sucks. You probably are better off not being surrounded by a toxic environment. Find someone who will be a good caretaker of your heart, when you choose to give it away…
Forgive me if I said too much-- it’s just a hot button for me…
I’m up and caffeinating after cleaning up some more poo. Thankfully it wasn’t as bad as last night. All the dogs are really good about going outside. I can’t really get mad at them when they get sick, but jeez…
Good Mornin’ Y’all! Up and caffienatin’ here. I feel all stuffy and headachey. Not sick just all stuffy with a lil’ headache so Ima not go to church this mornin’. I may even go back and lie down. Maybe I need a lyin’ around day.
Beebs hope everything’s ok.
{{{SmartiePants}}} a break up is tough but it sounds like it’s the best thing for you.
Oh, no, beebs! That doesn’t sound like fun. Keep us posted.
I agree with Soapy, Smartie; getting out of a toxic emotional environment is really important.
Jam is done and everything is being rinsed. I’m gonna tidy up a bit, go to Mass and then come back to see what appeals. It’s supposed to be hot, so I’m thinking I’ll be making the next batch of jam…
{{{{Beebs}}}} Keep us posted on how you are doing. That is so scary!
{{{{Aleq}}}}
GT I was watching the Today show last week and Martha Stewart has a nifty little tool that looked like it worked awesome for pitting cherries! Even Meredita Viera could pit them using the tool, and that’s saying something. Here’s the link for it.
Unless you were actually just asking how I’m doing, in which case the answer is “pretty shitty, thanks!”