I read that “chile” as chill-ee (like hot pepper) as opposed to chi-uhl (like kidlet), and thought “mmmm… potatoes and chiles… that’s a yummy combo”.
The worst part is that I just finished with lunch, so it’s a bit early to be thinking about food again. I’d use the embarassed smiley, but his mouth is wide open… and that’s just a little too appropriate for my current state of mind.
Anyway, I had a very delicious apple-walnut-cranberry-endive salad for lunch, along with some pumpkin focaccia with sage and caramelised onions. It was Teh Nom.
Hey Puggy, did you tell them that the rehab wasn’t working? Perhaps they have a different approach they can try.
I’m just sitting in a McDonald’s parking lot killing time before my doctor appointment. It’s too icky outside to consider shopping or anything like that.
We had late-night visitors last night, too. A raccoon got into our green bin (Toronto has a city composting program). So I got to clean up mouldering leftovers and diapers strewn across our porch this morning.
I just got back from the dentist. He finished up my root canal, enough to tide me over until I can afford the crown next January. Is there such a thing as catastrophic dental coverage? When I first started working, the annual dental (if you got dental) was $4000, now it’s $1250. It’s not like dental work has gotten cheaper in the last 20 years.
I really overdid it on Wednesday, so yesterday was…not good. Today’s not that great, either, I’m hoping tomorrow will be better. I’m still dizzy and bleargh. Maybe some of that’s from the lidocaine.
Home. I was hoping to take off early today, but it didn’t happen. In fact, I was 15 minutes late getting outta there. I’ve started laundry. **FCD **suggested Bad Chinese for supper, which sounds good.
Taters sorry about the daughter’s wreck but glad noone’s hurt.
gotti like that’s news to me. BTW, check your PMs. That looks dirty don’t it.
doggio if you’re excited about sump’n just say it. Jeez! Don’t be so shy.
I’s tahred! I’s also all packed up and got everything in Twuck to go see mom and sis tomorrow. I decided to take Twuck cause mom hasn’t seen it yet and she wants to see it. Plus, truthfully, it does get better gas mileage than 'Stang.
Hee… my mother has a so much better social life than me! She’s goin’ to all these Fall Festivals with her gentleman friend. Next Saturday they’re goin’ (with a big group from that hotbed of romance known as the Troup County Senior Center) to Colquitt, Jawja to see Swamp Gravy, which is always a hoot. Then, middle of the month, she’s off to San Antonio, Texas for five days. My mom, the social butterfly!
Ok, that’s all the news from swampland. I’s so tahred I’m considerin’ early beddybye cause tomorrow is my Firday.
LiLi, you must accept the fact that whatever you do, the raccoons will still find a way in if they really want one. Those little buggers are maniacally devious… not to mention rather deft paws for opening stuff. shakes fist The only solution we found, BTW, is to put the bins in the garage, though Og help us all when they figure out the code for the door.
So have I mentioned lately how much I LOVE my director? Because I do, in that platonic girl-crush kind of way. She took all of us out for drinks after work as a thank-you gesture, and gave us personalized little thank you cards with $25 movie gift certificates on top of that.
I want to be her when I grow up. She made director level by her mid-30s, has amazing people management skills (a rarity in our company, believe you me), routinely makes decisions that help make our company better (in a visible sort of way), and is just insanely smart and cultured and well-dressed.
(though I might be a little less enthusiastic about the whole idea once the beer wears off)
You just need to keep drinking beer, is all.
I might go out, get it, and put it in the basement tonight. QD and Attacks Husband are out on an actual date, and Mr. Lissar is teaching tonight till nine, and since I don’t want to have to clean up the porch tomorrow again…
I’m thinking a separate padlocked box to stick it into. And a sharpshooter to sit nearby all night. I understand why it’s a bad idea to give us the freedom to off the buggers, but I still want to kill the damn things.
This may be mean as hell, but I laughed at the Graeme story. It sounds like something that some people I know would do, and they’re not challenged in the least…
I do like the typo “gold course”. I’d like to find me one of those. I could pick up some gold and then mail it into those nice people on TV.
I think I am in love. It’s my new boss. She’s in her 60s and had gastric banding surgery (successful) and is from a working class background and is 6 inches shorter than I. I love her–it’s true. I got to this conference (dawn was breaking as I drove up. You’re know you’re up early when you have to turn on the interior lights to read the directions) and we found our places etc. I shall call this conference the People of the Acronyms. I never heard more alphabet soup in my life. I wouldn’t have minded except there was no key for me to clue into WTF they were all referring to… Anyway, she leans over to me at one point and says, “We’ve decided this conference stinks. We’re leaving after lunch.” I am so ridiculous I offered to stay(!) and she just looked at me. Then I said, “Are your heading into the office?” (thinking I would have to go in, too). She gives me this look again and says, “Eleanor, hell, NO.”
Head over heels, I’m telling you. I drove home and immediately fell asleep and woke up 3 hours later. I slept through #2 son’s soccer practice–oh, bite me, it’s 50 and drizzly here, like anyone wanted to go to that! And now I have made brownies and am planning a long hot bubble bath.
I like Fridays.
(of course, next week, I am working 6 days out of 7, but I’ll whine about that next week).
ETA: I would never set out poison or hire a sharpshooter, but when I see a dead raccoon or opossum on the road, let’s just say I don’t grieve, kay?
Finally home…well, home for the second time. I arrived home the first time just in time to take my daughter to work. Mr. Taters had just arrived home, but since he’d had a longer day than me, it was fair that I take my daughter to work.
I ended leaving work half an hour late because I was scrambling to get things done. Unfortunately, as I had shut off my laptop and packed it away, I realized that I had forgotten to send something to the boss. I logged onto my other computer, but it was acting up. I rebooted the damn thing three times, but it was a no go. I figured, screw it, I’ll send the stuff from home via my work laptop. I need to send out a tasker too. I had a:smack: moment on my way home, and realized I had forgotten all about the tasker. So, I’ll send out the email tomorrow morning telliing everyone to get their poop in a group and send their slides for our review and analysis.
Our hospital commander bought everyone in my division pizza today to celebrate and give thanks for everyone’s hard work in closing out our budget for fiscal year end.
I guess I should get dinner going. I read, but didn’t retain much, so hugs, kisses, gropes, boos, wet trout smacks, etc.
Also, thanks for the commiseration on my daughter’s accident. I am thankful no one was hurt, but it still sucks that her car is wrecked. If you could have seen the look on her face and heard her voice yesterday morning as she left for university. It was priceless. Forty minutes later, her whole day was wrecked.
It’s not bad, rigs, it’s incredibly funny. I’ve heard it from both QD and Tall Blonde Friend, both of whom thought it was hilarious. I can just picture him running around shouting “Someone call a tow truck! Call a tow truck! My parents will kill me!”, with everything bashed all to hell and the police tape up everywhere.
rigs, I’m glad I’m not the only one with a hopeless girl crush on her boss. And you can’t even blame yours on beer (though a nice nap plus brownies and bubble bath might bring on a state of intoxication).
LiLi, I must say it’s rather squeeee worthy that QD and Attacks Husband are pairing off. I think they’d be awfully cute together. Hope their Real Date goes well.
I think it just thundered. Ew. That’s my cue to pour a hot bath, then crawl into bed with a book and pretend summer will have returned when I wake up in the morning.
I had every intention of sleeping in. Then Taz started jumping at the doorknob. I swear, if he had thumbs, he’d steal our cars. Anyway, **FCD **let them in, and of course, they jumped on my side of the bed. Then when I got up to pee, Scruffy decided that meant she got to go out, so she started barking.
Needless to say, I’m up. I’m tired, but I’m up. In an hour, I’ve got to make sure **FCD **is in the shower because he and daughter are driving to Baltimore to get the aquarium today. I’m staying home to do the laundry and knit. And maybe clean my studio. I’ve also got to do some sewing for daughter - she wants Halloween curtains for her classroom, plus this session of belly dancing, they’ll be using veils, so she bought some gauzy hot-pink fabric and I need to hem the ends. I’ve got a full day ahead of me. rah.
Tonight is camping night. Three of the kids’ friends will be setting up their tents around the fire pit. I thought they should have gotten over back yard camping when they were, oh, 11?? They crack me up. I don’t care, as long as they don’t burn the woods down, and considering the depth of the pit, I don’t thing that will happen.
I need to brush my teeth - my mouth is ick. And I need breakfast, and caffeine, and more sleep… zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
gt, you should get your party going soon, we have huge elections here next May so you could get lots of practice with that spin!
Herbs, what’s on tap is always a surprise. Our usual watering holes are the Great Western and the Station which are both Holdens pubs. They sell the usual range of Holdens beers (my favourite’s Golden Glow) but the pubs have two or three guest beers each week, and it changes fairly frequently. The GW also sells Batham’s bitter which 'im indoors is very fond of, so he gets extra excited when we go there.
I think tonight we might venture out to the Newhampton Inn which is about 5mins walk from our front door - they regularly have Fullers beers and Enville ale. See, there’s always plenty of choice around here!
Today I was up late, Teh Sick has taken hold with a vengeance and I am not looking forward to having to trek into town to do errands. Luckily I don’t have much to do so that’s a blessing, and it’s his turn to cook this weekend so I am intending on a lazy one. Of course, the car needs washing and the floors need vacuuming too so I guess I’ll have to muster the energy for that, but right now all I want is another cup of tea for my poorly throat.
Oh, and apparently I have to do something with photographs.
BTW, check your PMs. That looks dirty don’t it.