Everyone’s moving too fast for me here today.
I think it’s that I’m moving that slow.
Oh, look…football. 
How’s the headache etc. MBG? Meant to ask that last MMP…
GT
evening, all
bad back to day - spent the day on pain pills and the heating pad - weird dreams, except I don’t remember any of them.
I’m just checking in before Heroes comes on.
swampy, that is one cute cutiepie - does she have a boyfriend yet?
and who asked for snow? an inch or two on 12/25 is okay, enough to cover the lawns and rooftops, but that’s it! do you hear me?
I do so hope that Nava took her car…
Off to bed and tomorrow I get to save lives and Make A Difference. Or get through my 12 hours, whichever.
Hope everyone has a real good Tuesday.
I baked a cake, after dividing 8 eggs by five people for dinner. It was not happy math. Why doesn’t my MIL have food?
swampy, she’s adorable, but she’s not cuter than my nephew. So there! 
Praying for the Anachis in general, and I’m really sorry about the headache, Jahdra
**Hello, kai! It’s nice to see you! And all the others who only show up occasionally.
Work was remarkably unproductive. I’m thinking about bed. After feeding the kitties, who have not forgiven us for leaving them all alone.
I came, apparently called by gt.
I was sick with the Mysterious Tummy Bug (I’m calling all similar things that now, in honor of a certain person I am now bound to watch on tv each Friday) that quickly passed all around the extended family a week or so ago. I got better just in time to start helping cook for Thanksgiving, but as a result of the Tummy Bug, we all ate a lot less than usual.
My (now former) friend Kyle, about whom our dear Spats and Mika know a bit, came down to visit some of his relatives who live relatively (har!) near me. He came to see me, once he ascertained where I lived. All went well on the first visit, though I got a surprise kiss I didn’t want. The second visit today–well, let’s just say that I found out that biting someone in self-defense can lead to cutting the inside of your lip on your own teeth. Ouchie. Do not drink lemonade after doing this, or you will be sorry.
Cute little gal, swampy. Nice name, too.
Aw **Swampy, ** Lil’ Kelly is purdee KE-YUTE!
Okay, this damn snow and ice is wreaking havoc here in the PNW. Places like Bellingham and Linden, WA have FIVE FOOT snow drifts and temps are -1 with windchill. This is NOT freakin’ the North Pole, dammit.
Down here, we’re seeing some snow, but our huge issue is the friggin’ ice. Tomorrow morning’s commute is supposed to be worse than today’s. Also, there are STILL some people trying to get home and it’s nearly 10:00 at night. I-90 and parts of I-5 are a mess with traffic at a standstill and people abandoning their vehicles or turning around and trying to find hotels.
I’m lucky; I’m all snug and warm here at home. However, I’m not looking forward to tomorrow. It’s 100 times worse for the hubby; he’ll have to be out on the roads ALL DAY with all these folks tomorrow. I hope to Og there aren’t any incidents.
I was thinking that we’d hear from Nava by now. Maybe she’s busily buying up all the good chocolate and packing it up to send to us, her favorite chocolate lovers.
Well, I guess I’ll go watch the news and shake my head while watching it.
**kai, ** glad to see you back! Your cat vs. poms story really had me chuckling.
I seem to recall that Nava said she’d be incommunicado until next week - I just hope she brings us chocolate and not cuckoo clocks -
kai - you have 10 poms? :eek: I’ll bet it gets noisy! and poor outnumbered kittycat!! =^.^=
I have nothing else to add except that my back still hurts
My headache’s gone, thanks to the awesome power of vicodan. It doesn’t always work, so I’m grateful when it does. I’m still groggy, so I’ll be off to bed soon after surfing the Dope for a bit.
Morning all…aren’t I just so happy to be at work?
Nuncle Swampus, it’s a lovely pic but I can’t decide which one’s the cutest! Your party sounds like it was lots of fun, I’ve been to a few like that but not usually with chainsaws! Most of our parties involve fire though, it’s one of my favourite toys.
Last night, 'im indoors became 'im outdoors again (he’s starting to make a habit of this) as I took him over to see Gill’s new Maine Coon kitten. The mogboi’s now 13 weeks old and she picked him up from the breeder’s on Saturday. Since then he’s been demolishing her living room, and the resident cat (Nell) has retired to the top of the kitchen cupboards. So far there hasn’t been any violence but Nell has done plenty of growling - little mogboi’s just very curious and wants to play with her, but she’s having none of it.
He doesn’t have a name yet, apart from his nickname of Duracell, but I’m sure something will show up soon.
Now that would be Bobbio’s kinda party!
BooFae you make me blush!
Taters here’s hoping the commute ain’t so bad today and that TatersHubby doesn’t have to rough of a day out driving. If snow and ice happens around here everything just shuts down for a couple days til it all clears. Course that won’t be happenin’ today cause it’ll be near eighty degrees Amurrkin. I’m wearing a shortsleeve shirt even.
Thanks for all the compliments about Kelly y’all. rosie how old is Jonathan? Kelly’s two months old. We have to consider these things cause we don’t want lil’ Jonathan (keeeee-yoooote kid btw!) to be accused of cradle robbin’ now do we?
If you want to wear jeans for the days you haven’t paid for, and you know what the daily rate is, and you also don’t like the nasty charity itself, can’t you make a donation to a charity of your choice for the amount you would have given to the Other One…and then wear your jeans?
Hell yea!
Long before I became a Doper, I managed to break a voting machine on Election Day. I pulled the lever for a candidate, and the lever came off in my hand. Since the big kahuna precinct captain was my back fence neighbor, I had a long time living that down.
I topped that last night. After dinner at the firehouse, most of the crew took off to hang Mayberry’s Christmas decorations. I opted instead to go out and flush fire hydrants, since I wanted the xperience of working one, and I need to learn where they are located.
We rolled up to the 4th of 19 on the list, which was down a road that has 2 people living on it, and the rest is a mile long boat ramp. The location is the epitome of nowhere. One cap is MIA altogether, and the big 5" cap was stripped so that there were no threads inside to hold it on to the plug. Opened it up, and the water ran brown for a minute before clearing up. Yuuuu-uuuck.
This part is important: they guy holding the wrench WAS NOT ME. I was just standing there watching at the time. The flow was cut down to about 25% when the valve mechanism hung up. Nate backed off a bit, and tried again. There was a snap, and the valve nut on top started spinning freely, with no restriction of the water flow. :eek: Yup, we broke the hydrant.
That hydrant has failed inspection a couple of times, and has been marked for maintenance ever since Nate joined the Mayberry VFD 5 years ago. Since it took a county commisioner last night to get the water guy out to shut off the main, it will probably get replaced today.
We couldn’t shut off the main for too long because of those 2 residents down the road, so someone rounded up caps from another hydrant that works, and we put them on the busted one real tight, and turned the water back on. The caps held, but water was dripping from all over the place.
I should have stuck with the Christmas decorating crew. 12 people doing the job of 3 would have meant another night of creative butt-picking…
swampy, very cute niece, even if she is flipping us off. 
Nava’s probably too stuffed full of chocolate to bother with us.
VunderGuy, one word for when you start your class: Kneepads. When you do practicals, you do a lot of crawling, and I know you’re elderly like me and your knees will be killing you. Our burn building is all concrete, and the turnout gear helps, but some decent kneepads help even more. I got some for $12 at the local sporting goods store. They had some cheapies for $5, and some really high-quality ones that were $20-something, but the mid-priced ones are fine.
FiremanBob: That same thing happened to the public works guys flushing hydrants by my old house. Except they couldn’t get the flow to stop or make a cap fit or anything, so it ran until they could get all the equipment in place to shut down the main and replace the hydrant.
**GT: ** Better mostly, thanks. Sudden loud noises or stress will start it again, but they’re not as bad when they hit, and they go away faster now.
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BooFae: ** I want a Maine Coon! ::pouting:: By the way, Duracell is a dandy name.
>yaaaaawn<
skritch skritch
>>>streeeeeeeeech<<<<
nup nup nup
Mwa-- ahem-hem hrgh!
Mornin’.
Miserable this morning. Temperately moderate but damp, making it feel bone-chilling. It’s going to rain, and continue to do so for the next few days in spite of much warmer weather – 16C the next couple of days. Spring weather, rain and all. Then we get into the cold bits and wet snow and stuff. Yecch.
I definitely did not want to get up this morning. I just wanted to hit the snooze button several times. Dutchess, one of our cats, was having none of it though, mewling incessantly at nothing and everything. I have a little water bottle I keep near the bed for occasions like that; she’s so accustomed to it that merely shaking it gets her attention. She has never taken it to mean anything more than “Come back in 5 minutes” however. The water bottle is really just a snooze button for cats. Maybe I should get a Super Soaker.
I was going to take a nice bowl of my chili for lunch at work today, but I managed to thoroughly forget about it on my way out the door. I’m getting bad at that sort of thing. Age and sleep deprivation are slowly turning my brain into meat mousse.
Speaking of moose meat, it’s about that time of year when semi-father-in-law will probably be supplying us with more fresh venison* than we’ll ever use. I’m not sure where he got the idea that we’re big venison eaters. We might make a batch of pasta sauce and put some venison in it, or maybe make a kind of venison cacciatore, but other than that we really don’t much use it.
And speaking of used, you know LiLi, if it’s any encouragement to QD, there’s a huge market in Japan for used knickers. Y’know, I’m just sayin’…
- I know venison doesn’t come from moose. It was just a neat segue.
I forgot to mention last night that I have a Gen-You-Ine copy of White Trash Gatherings: From-Scratch cooking for Down-Home entertaining borrowed from work. Sometimes I think my manager is under the influence when he orders things.
Most of the recipes have fatback in them. And gravy. For instance, Nanny’s New Potatoes in Butter-Cream Gravy, Miss Moxley’s Buttermilk Fried Chicken with Torpedo Gravy, and Butter-Fried Grit cakes.
I think I’ll go eat some lettuce.
Okay, I whimped out and called in to work and said I wasn’t coming in. One of the highways I use to get to work is CLOSED because it is considered impassable. Everything is a solid sheet of ice and the sand trucks can’t keep up with it. Yeah, four-wheel drive doesn’t mean squat on ice. Even chained buses are sliding. There have been several articulated buses that have jacknifed.
Ain’t no way in hell I’m going out and watching some bozo slide into my vehicle. My boss can chew my ass if he wants. I don’t think he will, but he’ll probably be a little less than pleased with me.
You want to know something stupid? I called in to the “Weather Curtailment Line” for work and as of 3:46 am they considered road conditions AMBER and expect everyone to report to work as normal. Yeah…riiiiiiiight. Ain’t happening. They are showing people on the news who have stopped at gas stations and along the side of the road STILL TRYING TO GET HOME FROM YESTERDAY!
My husband, who drives for a living called in and told them he wasn’t coming in. There are semis just plain stopped in the middle Hwy 405.
One of my co-workers just called and asked if I was going in to work and I told her I had to call in because of the highway closure. She told me she was going to call the boss and tell him she wasn’t coming in too. Her house sits at the top of a very steep and narrow driveway and she’s afraid to take her car down it.
Yeah…exciting times.
Bibs, thanks for the tip. I believe you; my knees are still torn up from my little white knuckle adventure fixing the shed roof Saturday. I didn’t mention that because I didn’t want to get Swampy and gotti started on the knee jokes.
So Swampy is taking his g-niece to the Michael Vick School of Ettiquette…