South of Moscow

 Well, I get to go back to work today.  The specialist who's transferring is off.  I'll get to work with him tomorrow.  His last day is Friday... I'm off Friday.  One of our kitchen designers is a Chef.  Gone to school and certified legit.  One of her gigs was working at Microsoft out in Seattle.  Can you imagine working for a company that has a Chef cooking up your meals in the cafeteria?  Though, from what she says, she more or less set up very tasteful luncheon buffets made with like... real food.  Anyway, she's going to bring in and apple strudel for his last day.  Son of a bitch.  You can bet there ain't gonna be none of that left on Saturday.

Today is also Lily's birthday.  She's 7.  

My brother and his wife also celebrate their birthdays today, as does Bill Clinton.  Yippee!  We actually celebrated Lily's last week during my vacation.  White cake (no chocolate) with white and blue flowers, and ice cream, of course.  While she ate hers like a little lady, Biggie ran around with a smear of blue flower on his chin.  Dogs.

I didn't watch the convention last evening.  Bed time rolls around just when it begins.  

But what about the Senate investigation on the 2016 campaign and Moscow.  They recommended there be investigations into 4 additional people, one of whom is the spawn of the Idiot Jerk, Donnie Jr.  And evidently the Idiot Jerk made 3 undisclosed trips to Moscow.  Why try and keep them secret.  Something about he and Miss Moscow.   The bipartisan committee feels that the Russians don't have any compromising information.  Immediately his aides began throwing cold water on the whispers he was planning to meet with his blow bro Vlad before the election.  Imagine how odd that would look?  In the middle of what some will think will be a close race, the Idiot Jerk decides to take off a few days so he and Vlad can summit together.  Of course people are thinking subterfuge.  In reality, Vlad might be showing the Idiot Jerk some pics of a few very nice Dachaus that just went on the market south of Moscow. 

The Cake

Well, today is Sunday, it's 1 minute longer than yesterday and it's Big Seig's birthday... oh, and it's also Christmas Eve.  Big Seig doesn't know that because he's a dog; one day is the same as the other.  The only thing that will make this day special for him is the fact that he's going to be getting birthday cake... and ice cream.  Lily will get cake and ice cream as well - every one gets treated equally in this house.
As for me?  I've already got the 2nd load of laundry in the washer, just like on any other day off.  I don't have to work - but that happens at least 2 days in every work week.  I have other chores planned for the day as well.  Oh, and I'm going to try my hand at baking cinnamon rolls - from scratch.  You know?  Where you use yeast, and scald milk, and use tons of brown sugar and nuts to make them all sweet, gooey tasty.  If they turn out well I'll take a picture.
One really nice thing about having this VA Health Benefit (I've been corrected, I was calling it insurance and it's not, it's a benefit) is that I can go online and see all of my reports.  Not only the results of my blood chemistry, but also the slice and dice descriptions of my RIH repair.  This makes for interesting reading.  We're talking about my body here, and I really want to know what was happening when I was anesthetized. 
And since today and tomorrow are considered holidays by a lot of people, even though for me the way they're scheduled they're just another two days off, I've chosen to leave politics out of this blog.
Instead, I thought I'd show you a picture of the cake I bought for Big Seig (and Lily).

As you can see, it's decorated for Christmas.  He doesn't know that - he sees black and white and lots of shades of gray.  His nose will add the colors of sweetness, sugar and vanilla... and he will eat his portion with much pleasure.