Friday, September 7, 2007
Tell me Dr. Freud...
Why would I go to the pharmacy today to pick up prescriptions and ask for them in my maiden name? I didn't even realize it until she said they didn't have any under that name. It just gets worse all the time...
Thursday, September 6, 2007
The Big Bang
We had a little bit of excitement last night. Heh.
I was working a little later than usual. The slug had her surgery last week, so I'm the only one working from 6:30 on, so I've been getting some OT - isn't that a nice little bonus? Anyway, Steve had gone to sleep about 11 or so, so I shut the door in the office and opened the window a couple inches. We have those long crank out windows - about 4 feet tall or so. I never get to leave the windows open at night, Steve thinks someone will just cut the screen and walk in, probably he's right in this case, but what the heck, I was working not 2 feet from the window. In my jammies no less. If that's not enough to scare somebody off, I don't know what is.
I'm thinking it was bout 12:45 or so and I'm just really involved in this report I'm working on when BAM! There was this freaking HUGE noise. Even Jojo, whose deaf, started barking! Scared the living crap out of me. My first thought was the something fell off a wall or something. Steve's not much on hanging things on the walls though, so I couldn't figure out what it was. So chicken me went around and turned on all the outside lights to I could see what was going on outside. Nothing. Huh, I'm not so easily fooled. The house to our east has been broken into 3 times already this summer. I would have felt fairly confident saying someone had kicked their door in again. Since my house seemed okay, I called 911, just in case the neighbor was in trouble. Oh my, the next thing you know the police helicopter is going through our neighborhood, shining its beacon light all over the freaking place. In all the commotion Steve got up and I told him what had happened - there was huge bang, an explosion, but it sounded like something fell off the wall, or got knocked off the wall or something. he took his gun downstairs to check on the trusty basement (Hayl no, I wasn't going to go that far!) Pretty soon he yells upstairs that he figured out what it was... A bottle of extra fruit syrup added beer. Too much fermentation caused the Big Bang in our basement. In our food storage room no less. With a lot of canned goods and that fun stuff - which now needed to be cleaned free of sticky black cherry beer. Steve's been busy with that. I don't brew it, I don't drink it, and I'm not cleaning up after it. It was kind of funny watching him get ready to go downstairs to open the 2 remaining bottles. He had on a heavy canvas shirt, a barn coat, gloves, and he opened the bottles under a blanket! They made noise too, but not as impressive as the big bang. I felt rather like a fool to call 911 and report that my Big Boom was my husband's beer bottle. She just laughed. Sheesh. Note to Steve, if you add more sugar use thicker bottles. I about peed my pants!
I was working a little later than usual. The slug had her surgery last week, so I'm the only one working from 6:30 on, so I've been getting some OT - isn't that a nice little bonus? Anyway, Steve had gone to sleep about 11 or so, so I shut the door in the office and opened the window a couple inches. We have those long crank out windows - about 4 feet tall or so. I never get to leave the windows open at night, Steve thinks someone will just cut the screen and walk in, probably he's right in this case, but what the heck, I was working not 2 feet from the window. In my jammies no less. If that's not enough to scare somebody off, I don't know what is.
I'm thinking it was bout 12:45 or so and I'm just really involved in this report I'm working on when BAM! There was this freaking HUGE noise. Even Jojo, whose deaf, started barking! Scared the living crap out of me. My first thought was the something fell off a wall or something. Steve's not much on hanging things on the walls though, so I couldn't figure out what it was. So chicken me went around and turned on all the outside lights to I could see what was going on outside. Nothing. Huh, I'm not so easily fooled. The house to our east has been broken into 3 times already this summer. I would have felt fairly confident saying someone had kicked their door in again. Since my house seemed okay, I called 911, just in case the neighbor was in trouble. Oh my, the next thing you know the police helicopter is going through our neighborhood, shining its beacon light all over the freaking place. In all the commotion Steve got up and I told him what had happened - there was huge bang, an explosion, but it sounded like something fell off the wall, or got knocked off the wall or something. he took his gun downstairs to check on the trusty basement (Hayl no, I wasn't going to go that far!) Pretty soon he yells upstairs that he figured out what it was... A bottle of extra fruit syrup added beer. Too much fermentation caused the Big Bang in our basement. In our food storage room no less. With a lot of canned goods and that fun stuff - which now needed to be cleaned free of sticky black cherry beer. Steve's been busy with that. I don't brew it, I don't drink it, and I'm not cleaning up after it. It was kind of funny watching him get ready to go downstairs to open the 2 remaining bottles. He had on a heavy canvas shirt, a barn coat, gloves, and he opened the bottles under a blanket! They made noise too, but not as impressive as the big bang. I felt rather like a fool to call 911 and report that my Big Boom was my husband's beer bottle. She just laughed. Sheesh. Note to Steve, if you add more sugar use thicker bottles. I about peed my pants!
Wednesday, September 5, 2007
A little Mormon Humor
Thank you CBG for sending this to my e-mail!
Mormon Lite: Sincere (but occasionally feeble) attempts at LDS humor
Rumor has it that there is an idea floating around out there for a chain of non-pretentious Mormon-themed restaurants called The Steak Center (Where There's Never a Dry, Boring Meat-ing!).
Each Steak Center will have one enormous dining area with basketball hoops at either end and folding metal chairs and long tables covered in plastic tablecloths. The Steak Centers will not have hostesses, but greeters. Men in their seventies will meet you at the door and talk like they have known you all your life.
The main menu items will be: Porterhouse Rockwell Steak, Primary Rib and the Poor Wayfaring Pan of Beef, garnished with Parsley P. Pratt Funeral Potatoes. They will also have, when it's in season, Eliza R. Snow crab. And let's not forget a whole line of "And It Came to Pasta", including Kraft MacaMoroni and Cheese.
Additionally, they'll have breakfast items, including Pearls of Great Rice and Frosted Minivans, as well as Adam-ondi-Omelettes. Also available, "In Our Lovely Desserts", including fast sundaes, Gadianton cobbler and the sinful Laman Meringue Pie.
The waiters will be 12- and 13-year-old boys wearing white shirts and their fathers' ties. At the end of the night the customers will be asked to help fold up the chairs and tables and vacuum the floor.
Franchises are selling faster than Sunbeams on Skittles! Get yours while they last! — Contributed by Erik Hyer of Layton, Utah
Mormon Lite: Sincere (but occasionally feeble) attempts at LDS humor
Rumor has it that there is an idea floating around out there for a chain of non-pretentious Mormon-themed restaurants called The Steak Center (Where There's Never a Dry, Boring Meat-ing!).
Each Steak Center will have one enormous dining area with basketball hoops at either end and folding metal chairs and long tables covered in plastic tablecloths. The Steak Centers will not have hostesses, but greeters. Men in their seventies will meet you at the door and talk like they have known you all your life.
The main menu items will be: Porterhouse Rockwell Steak, Primary Rib and the Poor Wayfaring Pan of Beef, garnished with Parsley P. Pratt Funeral Potatoes. They will also have, when it's in season, Eliza R. Snow crab. And let's not forget a whole line of "And It Came to Pasta", including Kraft MacaMoroni and Cheese.
Additionally, they'll have breakfast items, including Pearls of Great Rice and Frosted Minivans, as well as Adam-ondi-Omelettes. Also available, "In Our Lovely Desserts", including fast sundaes, Gadianton cobbler and the sinful Laman Meringue Pie.
The waiters will be 12- and 13-year-old boys wearing white shirts and their fathers' ties. At the end of the night the customers will be asked to help fold up the chairs and tables and vacuum the floor.
Franchises are selling faster than Sunbeams on Skittles! Get yours while they last! — Contributed by Erik Hyer of Layton, Utah
Tuesday, September 4, 2007
And what a weekend it was...
It was a good genealogy weekend. I finally made it down to Wyuka in Lincoln on Saturday. Unfortunately, my Gmail account had some sort of meltdown and I'm missing some important e-mails that I had in regard to RAOGK. I know I had one that someone had asked for about 6-8 graves in Wyuka and that's totally gone. I can't even remember the name of the person who asked for it. Drat. The ones I did have didn't take long to get, so that only took about 3 hours total.
I have a friend that I met through RAOGK who lives in Colorado and she went up to Denver this weekend for me and got pictures of my great-uncle's grave at Fort Logan National Cemetery. I got an added bonus with the pictures, my great-aunt is buried with him! I had been looking and looking for her grave with obviously no success. Their son, who has since passed away told the funeral home he didn't care what they did with his mom's ashes after she had been cremated, so I was thinking the worst. Luckily, someone in charge had more than 2 functional brain cells and she's buried with her husband. I was glad to get that information, and the pictures. Thanks, Jodie!
Then, for some reason, I got on familysearch.org tonight and found my grandmother's brother who died when he as 9. I knew she had a brother who had died before she was born, bur I had no idea when he was born or when he died for sure. I wasn't even sure where he died, since my grandfather was a minister and they traveled literally all over the country. Anyway, tonight I happened to be on Family Search and I thought I'd just give it another try and there he was! I was so surprised, I almost couldn't believe what I was seeing. He was only 9 when he died, and he died in Rochester, Minnesota, but I couldn't find a death record for him anywhere in the death records that were on line. I have a whole list of people to look for in Rochester cemeteries for my family, so when I can get someone to watch the dogs, and maybe Steve, I'll have to head up for a weekend and see what I can find. All in all, it was a good weekend - in that respect.
Now, we can turn the subject for a bit to my weekend as a dog-sitter...
Amber called me Friday night to see if I could watch their dog, Taber. (Tabor? Whatever...) Of course I could. I mean, once you have 6 dogs, what's one more, right?
Apparently Buttercup did NOT share my enthusiasm.
We had one or two minor skirmishes on Friday and during the day Saturday, but then mom and Bob brought over the movie "Wild Hogs" to watch on Saturday night. Everything was going well until Taber and grandpa started playing fetch, which seriously offended Princess Buttercup. This was her grandpa darn it and she wasn't sharing him with some interloper with wiry fur and long legs. She waited under Bob's rocking chair until Taber brought the toy back for another toss and then all hell broke loose. It took Steve and I both to separate them - because if there 7 dogs in the house there are not going to be only 2 dogs in the fray, let me assure of that! Buttercup got kenneled for the rest of the night and Taber got babied, which I'm sure would have made poor Buttercup even more put out, had she known that. I was worried because Taber was limping. I felt her paw and her leg, there were no bones, broken and no bleeding, but the poor thing was shaking and scared to death. I'm sure part of Buttercup's annoyance was because Taber got to sleep with us this weekend, too. She sleeps with Amber and Jason, so refused to sleep in a kennel and since her legs are longer than a dachshund and, I hate to admit it, she weighs considerably less too, jumping up onto the bed was no problem. Buttercup normally commands the middle of the bed between Steve and myself, but 2 dogs in bed it too many, she was unceremoniously dumped on the floor and Taber sailed up over her head to land in the middle of the bed. Oh, if dogs could talk...
Anyway, I felt terrible about it happening so I had to call Amber and tell her what happened. I suppose any hope I had of babysitting the real baby due in February are now going to be in vain. If I can't take care of a dog, how can I be expected to take care of a baby? Luckily, she woke up this morning 100% recovered, with no more limping, but obviously giving Princess Buttercup a wide berth, and I certainly couldn't fault her for that. Buttercup, in turn, growled a couple times at her today to show that she was still in charge, but no more physical contact.
However, Taber must have been feeling a little put upon because when the neighbor girl came over to deliver some candles I'd gotten from her school fundraiser (Oh yes, it's that time of year again! LOCK YOUR DOORS! I didn't even see this one coming!) As I was saying, I opened the door to get my package from her, I didn't even feel or see Taber until the neighbor girl said, "Is that your white dog that just went running down the street?" OH MY GOD! I took out after her. I yelled, Taber! Stop!" And she did. I thought, "What a good dog..." Until she waited for me to walk up to her and get so close I could smell her doggy breath before she bolted and tore off down Keystone Drive. Dammit! I came running back into the house screaming for Steve get his car keys Taber had made her escape! Seriously I was petrified. I knew at this point I was never going to get to babysit the real baby. Never, never, never. Jason isn't going to trust me with anything again.
Luckily we caught up with her about a block and a half down the street where she stopped to visit some other dogs out in their yard. Whew. I did NOT want to explain to Amber why I didn't have Taber when they came home later on tonight. I calmly went home and finished cooking dinner and decided Taber was going back home immediately after dinner. I couldn't take any more! I'm getting too old for this kind of thing. I wasn't going to wait to see what else would happen next. I surrendered! By 8 o'clock Taber was back in her own house, in her own kennel waiting for mom and dad to get back. She was all in one piece and home. That's all I wanted!
Now, about Wild Hog... It was funny, but it wasn't as funny as I thought it would be. To be honest, I think it would have been a lot funnier without John Travolta. He wasn't funny. He was irritating. Tim what's his bucket.... He was funny. Even William Macy was funny! Of course Martin Lawrence is funny... But John Travolta? Not funny. I'd watch it again, but I was unhappy that it wasn't as funny as I thought it would be. Oh well. I haven't seen a really funny movie in a long time. Too long. WHERE ARE ALL THE FUNNY MOVIES?!?!?! Oh Shrek 2 was funny, I love those movies, I'll have to check out Shrek 3 next, I suppose. The Blue Collar Comedy Tour? Hysterical, but more than a little off color. I need some good clean funny... If anybody finds any, let me know.
Sunday we had to go to Steve's Stepmom's for lunch. Her Birthday was the 31st. For some reason we can never take her out, she always want to cook. Fine. Italians should cook, if you ask me. And cook a lot! It was great. Salad, garlic bread, ziti with meatballs or ribs in spaghetti sauce, two kinds of birthday cake and ice cream. Good lunch. But I had to miss church to go and I have to start going to church again. I have to. I haven't been for awhile and I need to get back. Maybe next week.
Today we didn't do anything. Hey, The Closer had a marathon on. I watched a couple episodes and taped the rest. Then we had to go buy a new shower curtain for the basement bathroom because Meg took the other one with her. We have to use that shower because I pointed out some cracks in the walls of our bedroom shower, so he's giving it time to dry before he fixes it. How long to you think we'll be showering in the basement? Come on.... Don't be a party pooper, I'm taking bets. I'm thinking after Christmas, maybe even after new years. Oh, I'm not taking showers in the basement after it gets cold. That's what whirlpool tubs in the bedroom are for! No moisture in the shower and I don't freeze my nether regions off. Happy compromise. But, I know he's got painting to do for Nell, so our house isn't a priority, before you know it deer season will be here, it won't get done by then! Then Christmas comes with all those preparations... I'm thinking spring. Seriously. He could prove me wrong, you know. He could, but he won't... We'll seeeee about this one.
Okay, now I"m tired. It's almost 1:30. I think I'll grab a pillow off the bed and go watch a couple episodes of The Closer and by then I should be ready for bed. Night all...
I have a friend that I met through RAOGK who lives in Colorado and she went up to Denver this weekend for me and got pictures of my great-uncle's grave at Fort Logan National Cemetery. I got an added bonus with the pictures, my great-aunt is buried with him! I had been looking and looking for her grave with obviously no success. Their son, who has since passed away told the funeral home he didn't care what they did with his mom's ashes after she had been cremated, so I was thinking the worst. Luckily, someone in charge had more than 2 functional brain cells and she's buried with her husband. I was glad to get that information, and the pictures. Thanks, Jodie!
Then, for some reason, I got on familysearch.org tonight and found my grandmother's brother who died when he as 9. I knew she had a brother who had died before she was born, bur I had no idea when he was born or when he died for sure. I wasn't even sure where he died, since my grandfather was a minister and they traveled literally all over the country. Anyway, tonight I happened to be on Family Search and I thought I'd just give it another try and there he was! I was so surprised, I almost couldn't believe what I was seeing. He was only 9 when he died, and he died in Rochester, Minnesota, but I couldn't find a death record for him anywhere in the death records that were on line. I have a whole list of people to look for in Rochester cemeteries for my family, so when I can get someone to watch the dogs, and maybe Steve, I'll have to head up for a weekend and see what I can find. All in all, it was a good weekend - in that respect.
Now, we can turn the subject for a bit to my weekend as a dog-sitter...
Amber called me Friday night to see if I could watch their dog, Taber. (Tabor? Whatever...) Of course I could. I mean, once you have 6 dogs, what's one more, right?
Apparently Buttercup did NOT share my enthusiasm.
We had one or two minor skirmishes on Friday and during the day Saturday, but then mom and Bob brought over the movie "Wild Hogs" to watch on Saturday night. Everything was going well until Taber and grandpa started playing fetch, which seriously offended Princess Buttercup. This was her grandpa darn it and she wasn't sharing him with some interloper with wiry fur and long legs. She waited under Bob's rocking chair until Taber brought the toy back for another toss and then all hell broke loose. It took Steve and I both to separate them - because if there 7 dogs in the house there are not going to be only 2 dogs in the fray, let me assure of that! Buttercup got kenneled for the rest of the night and Taber got babied, which I'm sure would have made poor Buttercup even more put out, had she known that. I was worried because Taber was limping. I felt her paw and her leg, there were no bones, broken and no bleeding, but the poor thing was shaking and scared to death. I'm sure part of Buttercup's annoyance was because Taber got to sleep with us this weekend, too. She sleeps with Amber and Jason, so refused to sleep in a kennel and since her legs are longer than a dachshund and, I hate to admit it, she weighs considerably less too, jumping up onto the bed was no problem. Buttercup normally commands the middle of the bed between Steve and myself, but 2 dogs in bed it too many, she was unceremoniously dumped on the floor and Taber sailed up over her head to land in the middle of the bed. Oh, if dogs could talk...
Anyway, I felt terrible about it happening so I had to call Amber and tell her what happened. I suppose any hope I had of babysitting the real baby due in February are now going to be in vain. If I can't take care of a dog, how can I be expected to take care of a baby? Luckily, she woke up this morning 100% recovered, with no more limping, but obviously giving Princess Buttercup a wide berth, and I certainly couldn't fault her for that. Buttercup, in turn, growled a couple times at her today to show that she was still in charge, but no more physical contact.
However, Taber must have been feeling a little put upon because when the neighbor girl came over to deliver some candles I'd gotten from her school fundraiser (Oh yes, it's that time of year again! LOCK YOUR DOORS! I didn't even see this one coming!) As I was saying, I opened the door to get my package from her, I didn't even feel or see Taber until the neighbor girl said, "Is that your white dog that just went running down the street?" OH MY GOD! I took out after her. I yelled, Taber! Stop!" And she did. I thought, "What a good dog..." Until she waited for me to walk up to her and get so close I could smell her doggy breath before she bolted and tore off down Keystone Drive. Dammit! I came running back into the house screaming for Steve get his car keys Taber had made her escape! Seriously I was petrified. I knew at this point I was never going to get to babysit the real baby. Never, never, never. Jason isn't going to trust me with anything again.
Luckily we caught up with her about a block and a half down the street where she stopped to visit some other dogs out in their yard. Whew. I did NOT want to explain to Amber why I didn't have Taber when they came home later on tonight. I calmly went home and finished cooking dinner and decided Taber was going back home immediately after dinner. I couldn't take any more! I'm getting too old for this kind of thing. I wasn't going to wait to see what else would happen next. I surrendered! By 8 o'clock Taber was back in her own house, in her own kennel waiting for mom and dad to get back. She was all in one piece and home. That's all I wanted!
Now, about Wild Hog... It was funny, but it wasn't as funny as I thought it would be. To be honest, I think it would have been a lot funnier without John Travolta. He wasn't funny. He was irritating. Tim what's his bucket.... He was funny. Even William Macy was funny! Of course Martin Lawrence is funny... But John Travolta? Not funny. I'd watch it again, but I was unhappy that it wasn't as funny as I thought it would be. Oh well. I haven't seen a really funny movie in a long time. Too long. WHERE ARE ALL THE FUNNY MOVIES?!?!?! Oh Shrek 2 was funny, I love those movies, I'll have to check out Shrek 3 next, I suppose. The Blue Collar Comedy Tour? Hysterical, but more than a little off color. I need some good clean funny... If anybody finds any, let me know.
Sunday we had to go to Steve's Stepmom's for lunch. Her Birthday was the 31st. For some reason we can never take her out, she always want to cook. Fine. Italians should cook, if you ask me. And cook a lot! It was great. Salad, garlic bread, ziti with meatballs or ribs in spaghetti sauce, two kinds of birthday cake and ice cream. Good lunch. But I had to miss church to go and I have to start going to church again. I have to. I haven't been for awhile and I need to get back. Maybe next week.
Today we didn't do anything. Hey, The Closer had a marathon on. I watched a couple episodes and taped the rest. Then we had to go buy a new shower curtain for the basement bathroom because Meg took the other one with her. We have to use that shower because I pointed out some cracks in the walls of our bedroom shower, so he's giving it time to dry before he fixes it. How long to you think we'll be showering in the basement? Come on.... Don't be a party pooper, I'm taking bets. I'm thinking after Christmas, maybe even after new years. Oh, I'm not taking showers in the basement after it gets cold. That's what whirlpool tubs in the bedroom are for! No moisture in the shower and I don't freeze my nether regions off. Happy compromise. But, I know he's got painting to do for Nell, so our house isn't a priority, before you know it deer season will be here, it won't get done by then! Then Christmas comes with all those preparations... I'm thinking spring. Seriously. He could prove me wrong, you know. He could, but he won't... We'll seeeee about this one.
Okay, now I"m tired. It's almost 1:30. I think I'll grab a pillow off the bed and go watch a couple episodes of The Closer and by then I should be ready for bed. Night all...
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