Every now and then, someone will complain to me about their comment being shunted to “moderation.” The implication is, I am punishing them for some unknown affront. This is never the case. True, posts with certain words—use your imagination—automatically will be held for moderation, but this is seldom the problem with the rare posts that do, for unknown reasons, get sidetracked. I just dumped the moderation queue. There were only 65 comments that had accumulated over months and months. Not too bad, I’d say, but I will try to do a better job staying on top of the comments that, for whatever reason, wind up in moderation. If it happens to you, don’t take it personally. As I’ve said, I almost never nix a post for any reason.
226 responses to “Coffee Fiend”
Spots not sets.
Where did Village go? I don’t see the rest of my comment which was my employees like their jobs and boss too much to want a relationship beyond friends and employees.
Well, I worked out at Peak Performance until about 1400 [walked there and back], lunched at home, napped for about 90 min., made tea and opened my laptop. Stopped at the Orcalab on Hanson’s I., BC. Nothing going on, came here. It’s been an hr. since you posted.
Peace,
Ghost… we have tried to hunt you, but you just won’t cooperate. .. alas…
I am using my phone instead of home internet. I have used 98% of my data allowance. I refuse to pay for overages, so I turned it off! HaVing another company service installed Friday. Sure hope this one turns out better!
Galligll, did you change your name? The earlier one was easier to pronounce.
Just heard, from her son, that the “class” of our HS class has glioblastoma. I knew she had been found with a brain cancer at the end of July, but early biopsy reports were that it was not the dreaded glio. That has got to be a real downer – understatement – for her kids after hearing the initial assessment. Obviously, also for her, if she was yet able to comprehend.
This is a woman I would have pursued seriously from HS years onward if I had had any social skills at all. I didn’t, so I didn’t. For family reasons, she stayed away from close friendships during those years, too, so my lack didn’t matter. We reconnected only 2 years ago….
Jackie, blame NCAA football. Though after the Aggies won their game unsure why everyone hasn’t drifted back. 😉
Still hiding from the Ghost Hunters. Shhhh.
Here’s a song for Ghost. A great favorite of mine by a Tulsa, J.J. Cale. Ghost hunting may begin or end Table midnight, the witching hour.
https://youtu.be/oZEsa-pAzx4
Tulsan not Tulsa. After Midnight, not table!!
Unless table levitates by itself. Hal is a spook himself.
They didn’t find me.
Can you be found?
Debbe 😉 I didn’t know there was a “censored” version of this video.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vvvX5QM4z3Y
That’s Helena Christensen, for those who don’t remember her. I certainly do.
Good morning Villagers…
I’m beginning to think my packer is possessed…I wasn’t into my third case and down it went. Jonathon came in and resurrected it, but it acted up all day. Not to mention the troubles with the egg belts sliding and having to move eggs OFF THE BOTTOM belts…..it was good to run screaming out of there yesterday afternoon. Ian packed and I watched and walked the hen house.
Smigz, you are right about avoiding family issues….I stayed away. BIL is living here, and at one time so was his 30 year old daughter….her butt was thrown out last week and is living down the road with an extremely dysfunctional family…where she should fit right in.
Jerry, I pray “Mat” will not make landfall…satellite shows he’s one big, bad boy.
Gal, good luck with the new internet service.
….ya’ll do have a blessed Lord’s day
GR 😉 truly a haunting song by him…and a very erotic video.
….kept running this one in my head yesterday, the lyrics are very inspiring….just love this down home Hoosier ‘boy’….
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e4KUmm0XsLY
you know Monopoly has a new cat piece, didn’t you….
http://cheezburger.com/8976358144
No, didn’t change… just can’t type,
Take everything that Janis said, add in that he likes firm and I like squooshy…you’ve got our house.
Good morning. My nose ran all night and I am doing haunted. Ok, I am leaving what Hal put there! I am in possession of a possessed phone.
I typed that I was exhausted chasing my running nose and losing sleep. See what he does? Ignores what I say.
Have picked up a virus somewhere I’d guess after months with none. This seems unlike allergies.
Jackie, having spent an entire month there, I pray you are not on the train to Crudville.
Daddy always said that if your nose runs and your feet smell, you must be built upside down.
Good morning everybody. Yesterday was moving day for mom, so I was busy with the rest of the folks helping get her out. I didn’t do any heavy lifting or anything which would aggravate my surgery postop. Really the only thing I am still healing is the sternum which they had to cut apart to get access to the heart, and I am feeling much better.
Last night was the first time I had stayed alone here, other than the three nights mom spent in hospital in March. It felt strange, with just the cats and me here. The cats are trying to work it out too.
Get well quickly, Jackie. Debbe, maybe its the ghosts of the previous layers infesting your packer?
Re recent discussion of Kansas:
http://www.atlasobscura.com/articles/how-a-champagneladen-steamship-ended-up-in-a-kansas-cornfield
I love stuff like that. I should have been modern-day Indiana Jones, I suppose.
I have to take Trigger in at 9 a.m. and leave him all day. We cannot find either sets of keys for the Odyssey. Which is odd. And could be expensive.
I am not especially sneezing or coughing, mostly congestion and drainage and itchy eyes and scratchy throat. I will take myself to a physician if I can find keys.
Did we name the Odyssey Helen or was that my GPS I disliked? I remember Helen Wheels. I had her totally updated with all services for motor, tires, brakes, etc. And all paint and dings repaired. I do not want keys lost.
Jackie, I’m guessing you mean 9am tomorrow since today’s Sunday. As for keys for the Odyssey, who drove it while you were away? Tell them to search their houses and pockets. I think I remember it was the GPS you had named Helen. You never mentioned a name for the van itself.
Have I ever mentioned excavating the underground brick cistern on our family farm? We were a river boat landing and named New Light as a mark by river boat pilots. It had been a named community on the river long before Civil War.
A yway I discovered a cistern had been filled in with trash, I took a post hole digger and brought up a rare bottle on test probe. So we began excavating. It was about 20 feet across and we got at least 10 feet deep before my grandmother made us refill it because she claimed house was going to fall in.
We learned what our ancestors ate from jars, very well it seems. Most metal was too rusted but we found a car at bottom. Entire car from late 1800s. This project went on a long time and came to involve many family members. It was not our family’s trash but it came to obsess us, looking for clues and intact items.