My bladder awoke me at 5, but I was able to tend to that, then snooze till 7, which was nice. The doggies have completed their morning toilette and have been fed. **FCD ** is still crashed, which is fine with me. We had rain overnight, so it’s a good thing we put the trailer full of bathroom building supplies in the garage. The Jetta got wet - too bad so sad. MY car stayed in the garage.
Plans for the day: go to the clay supply place in Alexandria and buy stuff. Beyond that, we haven’t planned anything. I’ve got almost a kilnload ready for firing, and I want to get some underglaze applied to some of the pieces in waiting.
It’s supposed to be overcast and maybe drizzly today, but it’s definitely spring-ish. My forsythia are getting yellow, and there are a bunch of daffodils in bloom. Can grass mowing be far behind? This year, the grass is about all the yard stuff that will be attended to. We hope to spend more time on the boat than we have over the last 3 summers. So YAY! I wish we could afford to hire someone, but with all the yard here that needs attention, there’s no way. Once I retire, it’ll get better. In theory. We shall see.
I’m off to caffeinate, then surf. Happy Saturday! Who’s up for Monday?
I hope to heck my printer’s happy now! It’s (or rather HP) been buggin’ me for days to update whatever. I finally said yes. Sheesh! I just told it I expected great things. What exactly, I’m not sure, but still, great things.
Up (been up almost two hours) and caffienated here. Don’t know what I’m gonna do today, but I’m up. Maybe I’ll make breakfast, then wash down the back porch yet again. Dang pine pollen! We need some rain to wash the pollen out of the trees. Oh and I’m smokin’ some chicken boobs on the smoker. They will be part of lunch for tomorrow. I have no idea what else is on the menu but smoked chicken boobs will be the entree.
For some reason, JoeDawg growls everytime ACBG walks by. Of course that didn’t keep the critter from bein’ all happy gettin’ a treat from ACBG. He took the treat, ate it, then growled. I thought it was hilarious.
Good morning all. I gotta work today, but I go in late. It’s going to be 82 degrees Amurikin, so I have the windows open(much to the joy of the pets).
kai, the meds are working a little, so my back only hurts when I work. Zoey looks like my mom’s last dog, Nicole Yvette.
FCM, chihuahuas are all like that. I think the Aztecs bred 'em like that so they wouldn’t feel bad about sacrificing them. tara, I keep your cousin in my prayers.
Herbs I’ll keep your cousin in my thoughts and prayers.
[del]Psycho[/del]JoeDawg is displeased with the fact that I hosed down the back porch. He was doin’ his bounce around gotta go thing and when I opened the back door to let him out he looked at me and snorted as if to say, “Human! We do not wish to get our paws wet! Carry us out into yon backyard!” He got over it though and trotted right on out there. He’s five pound of pushy, nervy critter.
Ok, wood chips are soakin’ (hickory) and in about half an hour I’ll put the chicken on the smoker to do its thing for probably four to five hours. They are some big chicken boobs, so I’m thinkin’ it’ll take that long. I think I’ll go to see the side of the road produce man and see if he has any squish or fresh beans. That’d be good. I’m thinkin’ some garlic smashed N.O.T., squish and beans would be good tomorrow.
So. During the interview with the Likely New Secretary yesterday, we were talking about a pizza place the wife likes, which is near the school LNS works at. Consequently, when the Wife got home last night, I said “hey” and off we went for pizza.
As we were eating dinner, one of the principals I work with walked by, we ha d a little chat during which we mentioned how we both came to be there at the same time. I mentioned the interview and that it was with the lady that works at the school right down the road a piece. She said, “oh, you mean Nancy?” Turns out this principal has kids that go to that school, and being a principal and all, she’s tight with the Principal that Nancy works with and knows Nancy and spent 10 minutes telling me why I MUST hire her because oh my god, she’s terrific, everyone loves her, she’s a great worker, etc…
Neat.
THEN, minutes later the entertainment arrived. In the form of Francine. Francine was drunk, sat down next to me and swore at: her husband, the bartender at Chili’s who wouldn’t serve her any more margaritas, and the world.
**
Things the Wife and I learned about Francine (whom we didn’t know before she sat down):**
She’s Greek Orthodox
She has 3 kids
Last night her husband told her he doesn’t love her but he’ll give her three years to get her nursing degree completed, get a job and move after which he’ll give her 90% of the proceeds from the house if she’ll lay off his pension.
She hasn’t done coke in a year now.
It’s always the 3rd margarita that does her in so what’s the guys problem at Chilis, she only had two there?
Maybe it’s the Xanax she took with the 2nd 'rita that screwed her up.
She’s not acting drunk, is she?
She has incredibly rock hard abs. She used to be a gymnast.
Her 4 year old daughter weighs 80 lbs and is a butterball.
Her 12 year old son is getting harassed at school because the other kids think he’s a dork. (He is)
Her husband comes home every night and just sits on the couch doing bong hits til it’s bedtime.
She’s been a great wife, hell she even let him have sex with another woman, who is now her best friend, and ok, they were all doing X at the time, so maybe that’s why it seemed a good idea at the time.
Her best friend, the one that had sex with her husband, came by to get her, but then mysteriously went outside to make a long phone call, presumably to the husband.
Her best friend favors those bras that push the boys right there into your face.
She needs a knee replacement.
She’s very generous with her Xanax, we were all offered some. Best friend made her stop doing that.
Her husband thinks she’s at the gym, then having a drink with the girls. (No he doesn’t)
It was sad, entertaining, bizarre and oddly humorous all at the same time. Like a train wreck you couldn’t take your eyes off of or walk away from.
Alrighty, off to replace the mailbox. I think I’m going to employ the “dig a big hole,put the post in a form (bucket) with concrete, then sink the whole contraption into the hole” method.
Son, hubby, and son’s friend will be heading off to paintball very soon now. While they’re gone, I’ll spiff up the house. Oh, there’s the son’s friend now.
Nothing much else going on. Some friends may be dropping by tonight, as today is their “go to town” day. They live out in a very rural area. My husband cracked up when the friend told him what today was. He asked the friend if they were going “wear their go to town, Sunday best” too.
I guess I should get myself spiffed up because all I’ve managed to do is drink coffee and play some WoW, along with checking the Dope.
Well I have been very productive this morning! I made the pork roast I marinated overnight, with a Hawaiian marinade. Lordy, it’s good! I sliced it up and helped myself to tidbits for lunch. I scored it and put in tons of garlic, so that made it even better. I think I might perhaps be a pork-roast making virtuoso. (She said modestly.)
Now I’m off to make a giant pot of chili for husband and I to eat on all next week. When I say giant I mean GIANT. Four pounds of ground turkey, for starters. Darling baby is down for his nap so I’d better get busy.
Thanks for all the congratulations and compliments! You guys are the best! Oh and I loved the pic of the psycho min-pin. kai. He looks like very other microdog I’ve been in contact with: completely unaware that they weigh 3 pounds.
Happy Saturday everyone! I am in a mild state of panic because I just realized there is something I forgot to turn in for one of my classes, so I suppose I should get that done today. Some of my friends are planning to go downtown tonight, but I’m debating… I haven’t had a quiet night at home for the past week. On the other hand, I’ll probably have plenty of those once the quarter starts.
Just lucky I guess. The place was crowded, but we know there’s always room at one of the booths in the bar, so we headed that way. Besides, that’s where the flat screens are with some kind of entertaining sports on usually.
But the bar booths were even crowded, so we just sat at the bar. Francine just came in and sat down right next to me and started gabbing.
Haze there will be no going out until you get that done, young lady. Don’t look at me like that! You want your face to freeze like that? Now get busy! Once I’ve looked over your work to make sure you did it right then we’ll talk about going out. I mean it! Now get busy!
Ok, tomorrow’s lunch will be smoked chicken (it’s done and will soon be sampled to be sure no one is accidentally poisoned), N.O.T. salad, cabbage casserole, steamed carrots, rolls (I’m makin’ yeast rolls!), and pound cake (I’m makin’ a pound cake!) with strawberries and whipped cream. I can’t believe I’m baking two things. I really don’t bake a whole lot cause I don’t really like to but since I happen to have all the ingredients for both rolls and pound cake, I thought what the heck. The cake is baking as I post. The dough is rising for the rolls. It’s supposed to be ok to refrigerate over night.
I feel so domestic. Like I should put on a freshly starched and ironed house dress and pearl ala June Cleaver.
MBG don’t ya just love those unexpected floor shows. :rolleyes:
Hee-hee, Swampy, when you do your “scolding mother” routine, that’s exactly what I think of, a mother. You crack me up.
I am showered, lotioned up, and dressed. I need to start spiffing up the house, but I don’t want to. Today just feels like it should be a nice, relaxing, do-nothing day. Alas, this can’t be. Maybe tomorrow…
Tonight’s dinner will be the layered pasta dish that I do with the italian sausage, cheese, burgundy marinara sauce, pasta, and cream. I plan on making a big pan of it, so we can eat on it for a couple of days or so. The main dish will be accompanied by a tossed salad. Fortunately, I’m the only one in the house that seems to appreciate craisins, so I’ll top my salad with last of those and a sprinkle of cheese. No dressing, although I will make some Uncle Dans for the rest of the family.
I’m feeling slightly peckish, but nothing sounds truly appetizing. Maybe a bagel with some cream cheese will hit the spot. Shaddup, I know it’s not exactly lean eating, but I haven’t eaten breakfast, so I’ll consider this both lunch and breakfast.
I sure wish some nice, sunny weather would appear around here. It’s another rainy, gray day.
The pound cake is beee-yoo-ti-ful! Hope it’s as good as it looks. I’m gettin’ sad puppy dog eyes made at me by somebody who wants to cut it, but it’s for tomorrow. Course I have a hard time resisting the sad puppy dog eyes so I might not be able to hold out. I also have the cabbage casserole made up to go in the oven and bake, which I will do later on today so’s I can just heat it up tomorrow. Supper tonight will be some smoked chicken and a salad.
Okay, dishes washed, empty soda boxes broken down and put in recycling, counters just about cleared to bleach down. Next is dusting and vaccuming. I know you all envy me.
Mr. Taters just called from the paintball course. I guess the boys are having a blast, but they are very muddy and very wet. Oh joy!
I’m still not feeling the whole cleaning vibe, but it needs to be done. Consequently, because I can’t just throw myself into it, like I normally do, it’s taking longer than it should. Look, I’m sitting here right now, when I should be out there working.
Well, that’s a mental image I could have gone without… <shudder>
The border from hell is down, and I need to wipe down the area with warm water and a sponge. Tomorrow. I quit for today. I’m also going to pick up all of the border scraps that I just flang on the floor.
**FCD ** put in the subfloor and we carried in the new shower pan. He’s building a spacer, since the pan is 60" and the room is just over 65" - we’ll have a little bump where the pipes will come up. In the morning, we’ll run to Lowe’s to get some plumbing fittings, and with luck, the shower pan and surround will all be installed before the end of the day.
When we were out and about earlier, we ordered the duraceramic tiles for both bathrooms. It’s white “marble” and it’s the same stuff we put in the kitchen - looks like ceramic but it’s a synthetic. I think it’ll look nice.
Anyway, I think we’re done for the day. I may toss some clothes in the washer but for the most part, we’re in the lazy bum mode. Ah, bliss!!
I am sitting in the library as we speak and about halfway through. Please don’t ground me!
The fire alarm just went off for a few seconds - I love how no one looked even remotely concerned. If there ever was a real fire in the library everyone would probably get burnt to a crisp because the damn thing goes off so often, no one takes it seriously anymore.
Oh Swampy!!! That was my theme song back when I was a wild child!!!
Okay Miss Herb, I’ll try again with Zoey! I did not post obligatory I love yous last night, but apparently I had enough alcohol in my system to mess with my coding abilities. Prayers for your cousin.
All “growling” is not aggression, sometimes it is “talk”. I have noticed that it is common with toy breeds. Also, all the toy breeds I am familiar with have delusions of grandeur, they don’t accept that they are four pounds, they think they are rottweilers! The thing with dogs in general is how important it is to research your breed before acquiring one. With purebreds it’s pretty easy, find out what the breed was bred for and decide if it will fit in with your life. Zoey, while looking like a miniature doberman, isn’t. She is a terrier, or as I call them, terrors. They were bred to kill vermin. In a household today a terrier has trouble differentiating between a rat and your new precious kitten. And that is how Zoey became known as Psycho. It was not a fond nickname, but as I said, she is now old, fat Placid Zoey. Here is another try at Zebee, aka Psycho Zoey!
I have to get offline now so #3 can do her homework. Hehehe…she has to “translate” fifteen lines of Romeo and Juliet into plain English, or rather, American. It’s another sunny day in Kodiak, the windows are open and I am going to work with clay! Not FCM kind of clay, the SCL kind. I have an idea which has been brewing in my head for about a week, now I get to see if I can make it happen!
Haze it’s ok for you to go to the library and study. By that I mean no sneakin’ off to meet boys. I hear how you youngsters say you’re going to the library, then drive right by it on the way to the malt shop. I’m on to that, young lady! Now get your work done.
Supper is et. Steak sliced up on top of salad with some cheesey bread on the side. Twas num but that’s twice this week we’ve had steak. Think it’ll be a couple weeks before that’s back on the menu. Oh and I caved to the sad puppy dog eyes. A certain somebody had a piece of pound cake with strawberries on top. I shall expect a reward later on for that.
FCM admit it, you love the mental image of me as June Cleaver. I know of the tile of which you speak. I think it looks good too. I’ve considered it for my kitchen and laundry room since they are right next to each other.
Da cave is all clean and all the cookin’ stuff for the day is done. YAY!
I did not post obligatory I love yous last night, but apparently I had enough alcohol in my system to mess with my coding abilities. Prayers for your cousin.