Ok, I rarely ever do stuff like this, but I have to today.
I just wanted to point out that I have an absolutely wonderful SO. He is just so kind and considerate and great…I still remember coming home to my parents’ house in fear every day in case they decided to yell at me because someone had told them I was talking to some boy or something. I’ve been stressed all day. I just came back from a stupid event that’s going to net us no money. And coming home is like…well, like coming home. There’s no other word for it. He sent me to take a shower, cooked dinner for both of us, and showed me all the apartment listings he’d downloaded during the day.
Happy Birthday in Advance to the cheap old geezer. I will endeavour to remind you daily of your continuing journey into complete geezerhood. Well daily until your birthday, that is. If I remember. Which I might not because I seem to be getting pretty geezerly myself. Although not quite as much as you and other people I could mention. FCM and Puggy, for example
Sorry for your troubles, Mika and Tel. Hugs to both of you. Feel free to vent if you need to. I’d volunteer to help you move, Meeks, but I’m a bit far away. (And on preview I read your last post - everyone should have such a thoughtful SO.)
Cucumber soup sounds yummy, SCL. Kinda like liquid cucumber salad.
I second the suggestion of Mud Slinger for the boat.
So I wandered down to the outdoor concert at the library tonight. The band was billed as blues rock or something. The two songs I stayed for sounded like twins and were definitely much more from the blues side of the spectrum. Which got me thinking of the <ahem> boatload of work I need to do tonight. And got me all worried. And, well, blue. So I decided to come home and think about actually getting some of that work done. Right after I post this. Really. I’m gonna find something nice to drink and fire up the work laptop and get those spreadsheets all verified. Anyone want to help? (At least I had someone else set them up. Now I just have to verify that they’re the right info and tweak instructions. Should only take about 100 years. Or a couple hours if I really focus.)
Oh man. There was a moment this morning…but I bit my lip hard enough to hurt and told myself “NFW! You are not going to cry at work ever, ever again!” I haven’y done it for years and years. As a matter of fact, I’ve pretty much sworn off crying in front of anyone except my SO, unless someone dies.
I’ve been thinking about your mother posts, and god how like my mother she sounds. Convinced I can’t do anything on my own. Well, even though I’m having trouble now, I’ve been through trouble before and I’ll survive it! I remember being so poor…eh, who wants to talk about those days, huh? But I will never eat Ramen again.
Does he iron shirts too? Might as well do some multi-tasking while we’re here, fill all the niches that need filling.
Ok that all sounded snarky, but really I’m laughing at my wit. I SAID I’m LAUGHING…
That’s better.
Everybody that needs one, take a cold cyber-beerverage, or a hug, or what you need.
The Kid has some friends on the way, to watch a bad movie, eat BBQ wings and drink beer. Ok, only I get the beer, but we ALL get the wings once they get here and I finish cookin’ em.
Anyone watching the White Sox game right now is going to see a lady I know. When they show left handed batters, and they show the people sitting behind the 1st base dugout, there’s a blond lady in a black tank top, sitting to the left (your left, his right) of a guy, that’s sitting next to a lady in a lavender top. I know her. The one in the black. Friend of a friend. Nice lady, but I forget her name, Marcy or Marcia or Mary or sumtin’ like that.
{{{{{{{Swampy}}}}}}} - thank you so much! Now I have something else to do with these be-damned figs. I swear, by the time I get through dealing with them I don’t want any. But I did have grilled figs for dinner with some cheese. Yums! If you make it this way for a hockey game, I’ll save you a jar of the preserves.
The (expletive deleted) who writes up the schedule for Mr. SCL’s patient had him scheduled for 7 shifts the entire month of August. When they hired him, they promised him 3 a week, which is 36 hours. One of the other nurses came in complaining that they had her working a lot more shifts than she had asked for, so they were able to switch out to something more reasonable. I dislike to accuse someone of racism, but the agency is run by black females and black female nurses get all the shifts, in spite of the fact that both the patient and his parents have asked that Mr. SCL be given as many shifts as possible. The patient is male and is not really comfortable with female nurses having to give him intimate care. Hell, he’s not comfortable with anyone having to do it, but he has no choice. He was complaining that one of the other nurses won’t let him wear his baseball cap. The man has very little control of anything in his life - let him wear the stupid cap!
Ok, rant over. I could never be a nurse. I know we have a few on the board and I salute you.
I think Mud Slinger is a perfect name for the boat.
And thanks, MBG. He irons his own shirts. Mine mostly don’t need ironing, and I am somewhat anti-ironing anyway.
Cucumber and yogurt is yummy, too. Just peel the cucumber. Make the yogurt thin, best way to do so is to throw it in the blender for a few seconds. Add grated cucumber. Season…I generally use what I call red salt and what actually is called seasoning salt, and a little garam masala. There is no English word for this as it’s a combination of spices but I now purchase it in my local Price Chopper so you may be able to find it in your spice aisle. Chill, and serve. Yum! Some people add tomatoes. I am anti-tomato.
Finally home, thank goodness. It was a regular bee slaughter out in the yard. However, ANOTHER nest has been discovered, and this one is on our house. DAMMIT. Do you know how tall our house is? This is what I get for slacking on the “Bee Patrol” routine. I generally go out every couple of days to make sure there aren’t any nests in the making. However, I’ve slacked off these last couple of weeks. Dammit!
Apparently, my son is going to take care of it though.
I told my daughter to take a tenderloin pork roast out of the freezer this morning. I came home and found a turkey breast roast sitting out. :rolleyes: Apparently, she wasn’t quite awake when I told her to take the PORK roast out. All she heard was ROAST.
Oh well. Better than hot dogs, I suppose.
Does SOMEONE want to come and do my ironing? I hate ironing. However, I end up doing it all the time because I cannot let myself or anyone else out of the house with wrinkled clothes. Just my weird little quirk.
btw - that cucumber soup recipe sounds yummy and easy - I may actually try to make it* - and the easiest way to seed cukes is with a spoon - slice it lengthwise and scoop
*which if you knew me would cause you to drop your jaw in amazement
Aww, Mika, your SO is so sweet. But how could you eat Carl? He’s so cute.
Hmm, I really want to go fishing now.
Thanks, folks. I feel better. I may go into more detail later, but for right now, it just seems like everything is happening all at once. I think I keep saying that, but it’s true.
:eek: I have a blind date! It’s actually not til the week after next, but I got picked up on MySpace.com :eek:
He’s much older than I, but he’s Jewish and lives two towns over. In my book, that’s a good start. Details will be posted as they develope
That brings to mind a dredge sucking muck from the bottom of a channel and spewing it on to a spoils barge. Why exactly does everyone think Mud Slinger is a good name for a sailboat? You people frighten me…
We’re going through lists of names from mythology or star names (lots of overlap there) or things that have meaning for us. Granted, you can’t possibly know what names may be meainingful to us, but Mud Slinger?? I’d sooner leave it as Sassafras.
I need to find a sailors’ message board - they’d understand!
Oh yeah, I’m not here. Nor am I making any cheap shots about a certain old geezer who’s a mere 3 days shy of sinking further into the depths of geezerdom. Nope, couldn’t be me. No way.
I suggested painting the boat pink and naming it Floyd, and all I hear from you are the ::s…
Sheesh.
I ought to be offended. Swampy ain’t the only one having a birthday before the month is over. Where’s my share of fawning personal abuse? I suppose that because I’m still 5 years from being offered my [del]National Geezer Club[/del] AARP card (and I’ll tell those socialistic bastards to go to hell when they do), I don’t count…
Bobbio really, take the geezer card when it’s offered. Lots of good discounts to be had with it. I was all “gimme my dang card!” when I turned fifty cause there were discounts to be had and I wanted 'em all. Have I mentioned lately how cheap I am?
Ima headed for Chattanooga in a bit. I’m working on timing myself so I don’t hit any Etlanner rush traffic. If I leave around 8:30ish I’m hoping for smooth sailing through Etlanner. HAH! I delude myself.
Y’all play nice now! I’ll be back in Friday evening to check up on everybody. Course if I find a puter at the hotel, I’ll sneak in to say howdy from Tennessee.
Carl is cute. You are welcome to eat him, since I don’t like fish. I think you’re a cute evil nasty carnivore.
The new Nigel Slater book I have is divided into the sections
Bread
Cheese
Chocolate
Sausages
Potatoes
Ice Cream
I love it. I’ve going to do a potato and sausage pie soon.
Today is going to be bsuy. Work, then dance class, and then it’ll be time to sleep. I wonder if I’ll have time for dinner somewhere in all this frivolity.
:s…
