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Post by Julia, wrought iron-y on Nov 25, 2011 13:40:29 GMT -5
I am thankful that Sam made it back the other side of the mountain without his Dad's assistance, and that Anna is now properly proposed to (in Wells, because Bailey is a Hot Fuzz fanboi) so I've got one secret I no longer have to worry about spilling. And that, speaking of secrets, if I need to spill one (which I might) and possibly bitch a bit (which I think I will) if I get a moment not dedicated to chicken care and ME care, I can go to the Admin thread (which I need to). (Nobody I've even MENTIONED here before, except maybe en passant and with the identifying numbers filed off). It is not raining here. It is not snowing on Snoqualmie Pass which was BOY HOWDIE not the case for the five hours it took Sam to get from here to E'Burg, twice the normal time. Julia, struggling with the whole concept of awakeness.
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Post by Onjel on Nov 25, 2011 13:41:17 GMT -5
I hope everyone had a wonderful RSWP day. Mine was hectic and chaotic, filled with noise, food, noise and more food. I'm grateful that I have this place and all of you and grateful for my family, friends and Zak. Thankful that I actually have a little bit of work to do and that I've got my website for my bauble work up, but not quite ready for viewing. *hugs* to all.
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Post by Anne, Old S'cubie Cat on Nov 25, 2011 19:55:49 GMT -5
Well, that went better than I'd feared. BiL showed up with Aged Mum and caregiver, and without Ratbag. I think BiL finally got tired of Ratbag controlling everything; there were several years of family events wherein they'd promise to be there, but not show up because "I just couldn't get her out of bed". Well, Ratbag is not my problem, thank goodness. Husband drove Aged Mum and caregiver home while I washed many, many greasy dishes. Turkey grease is certainly pervasive. I think I've been through at least five sinksful of hot soapy water, each time having to scrub the sink out before refilling it, one dishwasher's full of stuff, and a load of laundry. But the last few pots are soaking, and I'm in the process of putting my little area around my comfy chair back together. I do ache all over, though.
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Post by Julia, wrought iron-y on Nov 26, 2011 12:30:23 GMT -5
Sam was astonished I'm not watching "Grim:" what's the Scubie consensus on that one?
Julia, it gets easier and easier not to watch anything I want to, because otherwise I end up sitting alone while Franklin's in the bedroom watching TV that was originally broadcast before he was born.
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Post by Karen on Nov 26, 2011 12:45:31 GMT -5
Sam was astonished I'm not watching "Grim:" what's the Scubie consensus on that one? Julia, it gets easier and easier not to watch anything I want to, because otherwise I end up sitting alone while Franklin's in the bedroom watching TV that was originally broadcast before he was born. Hi Julia! I'm not watching "Grim" but my co-worker says it is good. I might try to catch up online. tinyurl.com/7fcgow6Anyone watching "Once Upon a Time"? Jane E's new show? I like it - kind of similar to Neverending Story in the way ..if you look sideways. I haven't added too many new shows. Since I got rid of Showtime/Starz/HBO, I don't watch some that I would be watching. Like Camelot. Sooo awesome. That's one I'll be watching when it comes up on Netflix. Mostly, I've been watching the globalrevolution on Livestream. Amazing real live action. Non-edited or spun. Just in your face human courage and fallacies. Today I'm watching Firefly - first ep. Joss is truly a master storyteller, and I'm beginning to come to the conclusion that TPTB knew it, too.
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Post by SpringSummers on Nov 26, 2011 18:07:59 GMT -5
Had good T-day. Went to bench and left flowers for Vince. Hosted 14; lots of food and merriment - girls did well.
Eleven year old went to spend the night with a friend today, so the 15 yr old begged me to take her to see the new Twilight. So I bit the bullet and did it. It was OK as mindless entertainment.
Our heroine is more than a little dopey, deciding, among other things, to have sex with her new vampire hubby even though she has been told it is (possibly fatally) dangerous due to his super-strength and some sort of inability to control that.
This was somewhat reminiscent of the Buffster letting Angel feed on her though she knew she could die, but unlike with B/A, the aftermath of this (literally) bruising event does not leave the relationship similarly bruised.
Our heroine actually tells her new hubby she is OK with the multiple bruises evident all over her body, when he tries to apologize for leaving her so beaten up (while simultaneously calling it the best night of his life).
Fortunately, my foster daughter's obsession is all around the hunky young actor who plays the werewolf. She needed no prompting from me to call the heroine "kinda dumb."
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Post by Michelle on Nov 26, 2011 21:16:56 GMT -5
Mom and I are going to my cousin's house, as usual. Poor Zak. He has to stay in his cage during the festivities. Ever since he had his surgery (what an ordeal, I'll talk about someday) he gets excited and pees everywhere. Her husband would have a hairy cow if Zak peed in the house. It's okay. We bought him a "Thundershirt" so he should be calmer. Believe it or not, it actually seems to work. I've never heard of a Thundershirt before, so I googled it. Cool! My pug loves to get under the covers. People always worry that she can't breathe, but she's never had a problem with that, and it makes her very calm.
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Post by Michelle on Nov 26, 2011 21:20:46 GMT -5
Had good T-day. Went to bench and left flowers for Vince. Hosted 14; lots of food and merriment - girls did well. Eleven year old went to spend the night with a friend today, so the 15 yr old begged me to take her to see the new Twilight. So I bit the bullet and did it. It was OK as mindless entertainment. Our heroine is more than a little dopey, deciding, among other things, to have sex with her new vampire hubby even though she has been told it is (possibly fatally) dangerous due to his super-strength and some sort of inability to control that. This was somewhat reminiscent of the Buffster letting Angel feed on her though she knew she could die, but unlike with B/A, the aftermath of this (literally) bruising event does not leave the relationship similarly bruised. Our heroine actually tells her new hubby she is OK with the multiple bruises evident all over her body, when he tries to apologize for leaving her so beaten up (while simultaneously calling it the best night of his life). Fortunately, my foster daughter's obsession is all around the hunky young actor who plays the werewolf. She needed no prompting from me to call the heroine "kinda dumb." Oh thank goodness!! You are a trooper for watching that movie. I have seen the other ones (dragged to them by my sister) but knowing what was coming up in both this and Part 2, I just couldn't do it. Sounds like you had a big crowd for Thanksgiving!! I don't know how you do it. My parents came to visit me for Thanksgiving and I did all of the cooking. I'm very proud of myself, but since it was only the three of us, it wasn't the big production I am sure it is for you. I did a turkey breast, green bean casserole, dressing, corn casserole and sweet potatoes. All very tasty.
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Post by SpringSummers on Nov 26, 2011 21:57:31 GMT -5
A good friend of mine had an article written about him in the New York Times. I put the link, and more about it, in the Admin thread.
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Post by Julia, wrought iron-y on Nov 26, 2011 23:20:34 GMT -5
I am happily shed of eight half-grown chicks as of 4pm today. THANKS AGAIN: this is like the best November ever!
I'm so very awefully glad that nobody at my house is a Twilight fan!
Julia, hoping that a reducting in chicken-force shall lead to an increase in available energy
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Post by Julia, wrought iron-y on Nov 26, 2011 23:27:43 GMT -5
A good friend of mine had an article written about him in the New York Times. I put the link, and more about it, in the Admin thread. Thanks for that, Spring, it was inspiring and invigorating. Julia, so very rarely read something that matters like that.
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Post by Anne, Old S'cubie Cat on Nov 26, 2011 23:59:20 GMT -5
You know that disappearing TARDIS mug I ordered for the Younger Daughter? Well, don't buy one.
Our Amazon orders arrived today (the local Post Awful does not like Amazon, but that's another story entirely). I picked the box up, and there was an ominous rattling. When I unpacked everything (New Kate Bush CD! Dr Who DVDS!), I found that the mug was broken.
So I went through the whole return process on Amazon's website, printed off the return label, repacked the mug and walked the package up to the local UPS store.
Because it came from an Amazon seller, I couldn't just exchange it for a new one, I could only get a refund and reorder all over again. Which, as it turned out, was just as well. I started reading reviews, and found that quite a few of the mugs had the decal come off the first time it was washed, by hand, as instructed. Or even the first time it was handled.
Needless to say, I'm going to find something else for the Younger Daughter. I've asked her for suggestions. Maybe something manga-related, or something to do with Fringe, or Warehouse 13. Or just some interesting knee socks from Joy of Socks.
Miniature disasters and minor catastrophes...
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Post by Anne, Old S'cubie Cat on Nov 27, 2011 0:02:35 GMT -5
S'cubies just 'cause.
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Post by Julia, wrought iron-y on Nov 27, 2011 15:46:14 GMT -5
Need to do stuff. Need to have help. So, since it's 1 Advent we went to church, and when we came home Franklin immediatly went back to bed.
Boo, hiss.
Julia, only: Leverage tonight, calloo callay
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Post by Anne, Old S'cubie Cat on Nov 27, 2011 18:19:03 GMT -5
Elder Daughter decided to make candles this morning. Which was fine, except that Husband then went all Me Too Me Too and took over the kitchen. Himself wanted to make huge candles in some gallon cans he'd brought home from work. Using partly new clean wax and partly "recycled" old candles that had been sitting in the patio for months. Old dirty candles, from which he saw no need to clean the grime and dirt and bits of twigs and old burnt wicks. Then he walked off and left the double-boiler and the melting wax unattended while he wrestled with blocks of wax out in the patio. Elder Daughter and I watched it for him. Our remarks were not kind. Also, because He Knows Best, he refused at first to consider using any of Elder Daughter's tools that make cutting large blocks of wax easier, such as and like the cutting board and big old kitchen knife designated for the purpose. So it got to be noonish, and I was dying for a cup of hot tea for my headache, and starving, and he was still messing with wax all over the kitchen. Eventually, I was informed that he would allow me to use the microwave. He managed to leave Elder Daughter's double-boiler and ladle and the saucepan covered in dirty wax with dirt embedded in it. I asked if he was planning to clean up after himself. He did, sort of. I suggested to Elder Daughter that if he did not clean up his mess, she should make him do it properly, because they were her tools. She ended up having to put everything away. Come to think of it, some of her tools are still out in the patio; I'd better remind her to check. I just now discovered he'd also managed to spill wax on the stove, when I put the kettle on and the burner set off the smoke alarm. This is something Elder Daughter hasn't done in months. It's like having a toddler. I've been through toddlers, twice, and I don't need another dose, and if I say anything at all, he gets all butt-hurt and mad. I just can't win. PS He couldn't get one of his gallon candles out of the paint can, because he didn't cut the rim off first. Which I could've told him, but he wouldn't have listened anyway. Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
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