Yeah, my mom too. I figure after about 5th grade they shouldn’t need me to wake them up and get them off to school. And I’d allow them each one mental health day a year that they could skip for any reason, but other than that they were in school unless they were bleeding from their eyeballs as my father used to say. 🙂
For some reason, that would just result in CBtY continuing to sleep until about nine…he is NOT a morning person, but once he’s out of bed, he’s okay with getting himself off to school. It’s just the getting out of bed that’s a problem.
Fire, fingers, and all the trash you can eat – humans were the proto-dogs idea of heaven. Of course, they did get ‘et a fair bit as well, but by then there was no going back.
We’ve had a cold snap kill them in the spring before.
And anal-retentively looking around the internet on the origin of cold as a witch’s tit, the most plausible explanation I found is that it’s more about being it being non-maternal than temperature.
Well there were other ones that explained it by saying it was just like “hotter than hell’s hinges” so you sure aren’t the only one who thought it was a literal comparison.
But hey I never knew exactly what a witch’s tit was and now which is a good thing for us a-r folks so thanks. 🙂
That was my dad’s (Johnson County born and bred) standard for cold temperatures of raw, damp, blustery cold. When it got cold like today, he would rate it in comparison to how cold he was during the Battle of the Bulge.
Are you referring to my inability to type a coherent sentence or the thoughts I was trying to convey? At any rate, I don’t need drugs to be incomprehensible. ;P
In “honor” of outgoing president, I am going out with the dogs into the gray gloomy weather — which is exactly what I hope every last second of the rest of his life is like: dogged by gray and gloom.
Due to the distance and the pre-dawn conditions, photos were not possible. Even during the day I have trouble getting photos of the Green Rosellas because they blend in so well.
The Superb Fairy wrens, otoh, stand out and will come right to the back door to eat out of Luna’s bowl (still filled with scrambled eggs from last night). Papa wren is teaching his chicks to “forage”.
I couldn’t get a photo of it, but this male would actually pick up bits of dog food and pass them to the chicks. We’ve got several Fairy wren pairs about the place, and right now we mostly see the males being hounded by their young (two or three each). You can almost hear the cries of, “dad,dad,daddaddad”, as they hurtle along behind their constantly foraging fathers (well, onstensibly he’s their father). I suspect the mums are sitting another clutch by now. They’re certainly busy little breeders.
Guess these days it’s not a good idea to make snow ice cream like we used to do. At least there is some good football on the teevee today. Stay warm! 🙂
Yeah, we used to sink a metal bowl in the deep snow, fill the bowl with clean(ish):) show, an egg, some vanilla and some sugar and stir it until it turned into something like french vanilla ice cream. Great treat in the 60s. 🙂
I hate this getting up early to get everyone off to school thing…it’s hard to get back into the routine after the winter break.
Well, you could do what my mother did, stay in bed while we kids got ourselves fed, dressed, and out the door.
Morning CG.
Yeah, my mom too. I figure after about 5th grade they shouldn’t need me to wake them up and get them off to school. And I’d allow them each one mental health day a year that they could skip for any reason, but other than that they were in school unless they were bleeding from their eyeballs as my father used to say. 🙂
For some reason, that would just result in CBtY continuing to sleep until about nine…he is NOT a morning person, but once he’s out of bed, he’s okay with getting himself off to school. It’s just the getting out of bed that’s a problem.
Clearly you need Wallace (and Grommet) to design him an alarm clock.
Hector chewing his way out of his box.
And seconds later, coming out to see why I’m sitting on his floor.
You were sitting on the floor as part of your Lawrence of Arabia act?
Colorful robe, isn’t it?
Imogen calls it my retired lolly (as in boiled hard candies) Jedi-master robe.
I’d post a shot of me wearing it, but then I’d have flee the internets forever.
The theme is Random: post whatever you want so come on over here and show us what you’ve got … or maybe not. 🙂
But being creatures of the wild, the dogs know exactly how to handle this kind of weather.
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I have no doubt whatsoever that it was wolves who domesticated themselves into dogs – we were just willing suckers in the process.
I think it was the first time a human scratched a wolf’s tummy and the wolf went “well shit, who would’ve thought fingers were such a good idea”.
Fire, fingers, and all the trash you can eat – humans were the proto-dogs idea of heaven. Of course, they did get ‘et a fair bit as well, but by then there was no going back.
Speaking of dogs, it’s a week until p-day.
Dogs’ ability to train human has been impressive.
Yep, but then we’re highly trainable (at least when it comes to things that re-enforce the desires of our reptilian brain).
Bebo looks absolutely distraught at this turn of events.
It is freaking cold down here too – 15 – degrees. Man, I am soft now.
15° Uh-oh, not good for those redbuds. I hope it warms up soon so they don’t shrivel up.
Eh, they’re hardy. They are only a couple of weeks ahead of schedule down here.
Me, I’m wondering just how cold a witch’s tit is and how that saying came to be. It seems like they could have figured out something way colder.
We’ve had a cold snap kill them in the spring before.
And anal-retentively looking around the internet on the origin of cold as a witch’s tit, the most plausible explanation I found is that it’s more about being it being non-maternal than temperature.
Heh, that makes sense. I guess I’m too literal, eh?
Well there were other ones that explained it by saying it was just like “hotter than hell’s hinges” so you sure aren’t the only one who thought it was a literal comparison.
But hey I never knew exactly what a witch’s tit was and now which is a good thing for us a-r folks so thanks. 🙂
I remember hearing “colder’n a welldiggers ass” when I was little.
That was my dad’s (Johnson County born and bred) standard for cold temperatures of raw, damp, blustery cold. When it got cold like today, he would rate it in comparison to how cold he was during the Battle of the Bulge.
Ugh.
I’m off to make sure the pipes at mom’s haven’t frozen this morning (the water heater is in the garage there)…brr.
Water heater in the garage? Boy, I hope it’s well insulated.
I checked: it was fine.
It’s insulated, but at 10 degrees and colder it can become an issue. Better to check than be sorry.
We’ve got 5 degrees here without the wind chill. Thankfully there isn’t much wind today. Tomorrow a balmy 14. Woohoo! Break out the picnic gear!
But we’ve warmed all the way up to -2F so … heat wave!
But it’s supposed to get to 11F today and then back to much more normal 29F tomorrow, thank the FSM.
I guess I should pack some sunshine with me. I think I can fit some in my backpack (maybe…)
happy friday, everyone!
But apparently it’s shedding cold light.
So pack a sweater instead. 🙂
And have a great time!
It’s 14F and heading toward a toasty 32F. Whoopee.
Morning/afternoon/evening all.
I wonder if it will also be sunny so we can work on our tans while its balmy?
::looks outside::
apparently not
Getting up early (5:30am) is not so bad when you get to watch parrots feast in your cherry trees.
Morning all.
The weather here (since that seems to be the topic) continues to be variable.
I’d be delighted to change the topic to parrots, especially if you’d were to post pictures of them. 🙂
Good morning!
Has the thaw hit you?
We’e up to 27 – light snow.
Yep, it warmed up yesterday and our today will be 28 — though we’ve got strong winds that are keeping me from getting the full enjoyment.
Hah! We’re all the way up to 33, which, when you figure in the Southern™-chill factor is….well, just above zero I suppose.
Is that your high? Because what with your thin blood and lack of fleece-lined veins, that would be pretty cold.
Who’s faring better — you or the redbuds?
I think the redbuds are faring better. The only one less prepared for this cold snap is Family Man with his long skinny legs and shorts.
Hmm, I’m imagining those skinny legs in blue — not a pretty sight.
We’re going to be in the 40s by the end of the week. I’m looking forward to that. Do you have a similar warm-up?
Yep, but still chillier than usual.
Maybe if we turn around three times and click our heels Family Man will make an appearance.
but I’m only wearing socks, so I’ll you do the clicking.
are you on drugs of some kind?
Are you referring to my inability to type a coherent sentence or the thoughts I was trying to convey? At any rate, I don’t need drugs to be incomprehensible. ;P
I thought it was in honor of our outgoing president. I’m going to miss his verbal un-giftedness.
In “honor” of outgoing president, I am going out with the dogs into the gray gloomy weather — which is exactly what I hope every last second of the rest of his life is like: dogged by gray and gloom.
See ya later.
Due to the distance and the pre-dawn conditions, photos were not possible. Even during the day I have trouble getting photos of the Green Rosellas because they blend in so well.
The Superb Fairy wrens, otoh, stand out and will come right to the back door to eat out of Luna’s bowl (still filled with scrambled eggs from last night). Papa wren is teaching his chicks to “forage”.
Well it’s nice you could replace that disappointment with a nice picture of the wrens foraging for scrambled eggs. 🙂
I couldn’t get a photo of it, but this male would actually pick up bits of dog food and pass them to the chicks. We’ve got several Fairy wren pairs about the place, and right now we mostly see the males being hounded by their young (two or three each). You can almost hear the cries of, “dad,dad,daddaddad”, as they hurtle along behind their constantly foraging fathers (well, onstensibly he’s their father). I suspect the mums are sitting another clutch by now. They’re certainly busy little breeders.
What fun to watch that at the Luna’s dish (who I hope is doing well) — it’s the kind of thing that I could sit and watch for as long as they stayed.
Good morning all. It’s snowing heavily here. And why not? 20 minutes without snow is like a fish without a bicycle.
Guess these days it’s not a good idea to make snow ice cream like we used to do. At least there is some good football on the teevee today. Stay warm! 🙂
Hi SN. Snow ice cream?
Yeah, we used to sink a metal bowl in the deep snow, fill the bowl with clean(ish):) show, an egg, some vanilla and some sugar and stir it until it turned into something like french vanilla ice cream. Great treat in the 60s. 🙂
One more day till freedom for us all from Bush and Cheney.
And I’m willing to keep to the straight and narrow until they’re gone.
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Good morning!
Straight and narrow – on an off day?
Hey it’s a “day on, not a day off”, dontcha know. 🙂
Ah. the wonders of marketing…and school community service requirements. 🙂