This has been one of those days. Didn’t get home till 5:30, trashed the kitchen making supper. Then after we ate and **FCD **did the dishes, I trashed the kitchen again building a veggie lasagna for tomorrow. I didn’t get to sit down here till after 8. I’ve been trying to get caught up, but it ain’t gonna happen today.
However, I didn’t want anyone worrying because I didn’t check in, so here I am. Maybe I’ll be more with it tomorrow.
Is it Firday yet???
<sigh>
Well, thanks everybody! : trips over sofa : Whaddya mean, you didn’t rearrange the furniture?
Oh.
You really didn’t?
: looks shamefaced :
Yes, I do trip over painted lines.
Anyway, good to be back…
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Mama Tigs**, don’t worry about it. I read the MMP that week, and learned you were sick. Hey, watch your mail though, I am sending you three Indian CDs, probably tomorrow, so enjoy. Feel free to forward them to GT, if she wants, or anybody who wants.
MMmmmmmm… Alton Brown kisses. swoons
gt, the walk this year had around 4700 participants, each of which raised a minimum of $2000 for the cause.
The numbers were somewhat down from last year, when we had over 5500 walkers and raised $17.5 million, but it’s still a pretty good showing when you look at the overall results for the 6 years they’ve been running this event. I think that a lot of the veterans decided to take a rest after 5 years, though, and it’s usually the vets who raise the most (since they have a core group of donors that give year after year).
We walked 33K on Day 1 (that’s 20 miles, for you 'Muricans), and then 27K on Day 2. There are rest stops every 3-4K with water, Gatorade, munchies and facilities. In between, you overnight at Base Camp, which contains all the luxuries a girl could ask for after trudging through the city… massage tent, mobile shower trucks, plenty of porta-potties and a cozy little tent to sleep in. It’s not exactly a five-star resort, but they did have free beer this year to make up for some of the hardships. 
From what I understand, the whole idea of this walk was borrowed for you 'Muricans, except y’all do 60 MILES instead because you don’t believe in the metric system. :eek: That’s spread over 3 days, thankfully, but still… I was so sore by the end of Day 2 that I’d probably shoot myself rather than have to face a Day 3. No way, Jose.
tarra, hope the doc has some good news for you. I’m crossing as many appendages as I can for you, except for those that hurt too much to cross at the moment. 
Welcome back, meeks!
I think your hot. Can I join you in the dark closet?
BTW, I saw Tropic Thunder this weekend and it was AWESOME. I am now in love with Robert Downey Jr.
Um, I’m dead in the dark closet. Are you trying to tell us something, doggio?
Thank you, Taters–I won’t choose your closet to die in. (what are friends for?)
Decision time: hot bath with good Golden Age murder mystery
or
folding laundry?
Survey says…:
Hot bath with murder mystery, of course.
ETA:
I wasn’t planning to see it, but since you put it this way…
OMG. He is an awesome actor, even in blackface. Now I am going to watch Chaplin. You MUST watch TT.
I was hoping for before the dirt nap, but whatever turns you on…
Sweetie, I’m dead. Have your way with me–I’m not going to care.
And now that I’ve grossed everyone out (including me), I’m for that hot bath now. No, you cannot come with me, doggio. 
Rigs, you have amazing eyes–you did look a bit stern in that pic, I’d love to see you with a big old smile on, bet it just lights up your face… Enjoy the bath and mystery, you made the right choice…
Do NOT freak out, Herbs, that’s not a terribly high blood sugar, and even if you are in the first stages, they’ll probably just bung you on some glucophage and tell you to eat right and exercise more, which EVERYBODY can and should do! Chill out, missy!
It’s amazing how many Death Chickens are being made today, I’m laughing my ass off. I told himself about it, and I picked up some cream o’chicken soup at the store this weekend–I noticed he kinda pointedly took some bacon out of the freezer yesterday… I suspect this is some sort of Hintsup[/sup]. 
I have been a domestic goddess today, I sewed a slip for my mommy of the groom dress–it’s a teensy bit seethrough in the right light. Since I’m allergic to polyester fabric I can’t just go buy a slip so I rustled up some nice light hemp/silk fabric I had lying around from the remains of a gouazi shirt I made some time ago. I had to go out and get elastic, though, I was all out. I got all fancy and put some lace around the bottom, since it ain’t a slip without lace, right? Since I had the sewing machine out I also finished making up the curtains for the living room window that match the drapes on the huge window–it’s only been like nine months! The new curtains look fabulous, if I say so myself. I still have to sew a “Nirvana” patch on Grandboy’s coat and I can stash the sewing machine again, hooray! I also made up some fresh hummus–garbanzo beans were on sale, two cans for a buck so I picked up a bunch. I’m getting really tired of paying four bucks for a tub of hummus I can make myself for a dollar. It’s a little mean of me to make it, since Himself loves it but it kills his digestive system aaaaalll the way through. 'Nuff said about THAT–but he has a really hard time turning down hummus.
Himself says he just wants a giant blueberry smoothie for dinner but I suspect he’ll welcome a bratwurst sammich too. I think I’ll let him do the snausages, my feets are tired. I have to make the smoothie, though, he just flat refuses to learn how–I wonder if he’s just scared of the blender? :dubious:
Hi, Meeks! We did get a hot tub during Amnesia Weekend and I decided to keep it–I’m gonna need it today, my lower back is all fussy from sewing.
doggio, stop bothering the dead, it’s nasty. Tsk tsk, what DO they teach the kids these days?
Good going, Mahna[sup]2[/sup]! Go soak your feet in the hot tub, I’ll be there shortly with a smoothie, 'kay? Blueberry/raspberry or nectarine? Vodka or rum? 
Mmmm, Robert Downey Jr, drool Ever seen him in this movie? Oh dear–such an asshole, but soooo sexy…
I think we should call it Mass Murder Chicken but that might not go over well. 
I parboiled in the tub and am now in my jammies. The mystery is really a collection of short stories. They’re ok, but not super great.
here is a very silly pic of me, Smarty:
Don’t know as my smile lights up my face in that particular pic. I tried to look crazy/desperate/nerdy…as in <snort> will you be my friend? (Lisa Lubner)
I’ll just complete the vanity walk by putting this pic in. It does show my smile (I tend to not like pics where I’m smiling. who knows why).
yeah, so what if it’s 26 years old? It’s still the best pic I ever took.
And that’s enough of me tonight.
I am jealous re the sewing. This window treatment is giving me fits. I also tend to do domestic stuff in fits and starts. I’m waiting for the next whirlwind cleaning attack to take me.
First, thanks to everyone for all the good thoughts, etc. I promise to keep y’all informed and will try to keep my chin up and think positively.
Ooh, Rigs, you’re cute! And welcome back, Mika!! The Death Chicken was deliciosia or teh YUM, if you want. And no, Rebo, it is not greasy at all! Ours didn’t have any nutmeg in it, though, so we’ll have to correct that for next time (my daughter didn’t know where the nutmeg was …). It was definitely a hit in the Tarragon household and will be on repeat duty for certain.
NO NUTMEG?!?
<keels over in shock>
My smelling salts! Where are my smelling salts? My nerves, oh my land, I’m having the vapors!
Off to bed now. It stopped raining–my stern look out the window must have worked. You really have to be vigilant with the weather; it can get out of hand so quickly. You southern folk have not been strict enough with your high and low pressure systems. Perhaps you should look into that. Now, I ordered up a nice, cool, sunny day for tomorrow. If you relay your expectations, weather knows what to do. You’ll see.
:Looks around hopefully for eclairs:
If you’re going to make them, you have to share, dammit!
I’m back. There wasn’t that that much Anguish and Despair, just about three times the bedtime crying that he’s been doing recently, which is still less than an hour. I was mostly worried because when I left him yesterday he threw a huge, huge fit, but apparently today he had enough slaves around. Work itself was the kind of weird that you get after ten months off, plus no actual senior staff around to monitor that you’re actually doing anything. I still did some stuff. Start out well, finish with a fizzle, that’s me.
Someone stuck this lolcatz up on the wall at work. http://icanhascheezburger.com/2008/01/24/funny-pictures-theyz-alphabetized-u-happy-now/
I realized today that Nat’s eight-month birthday falls on International Talk Like a Pirate Day. That’s pretty cool. I have to make him a pirate hat or something.
Eclairs? 
You want the pastry thread down the hall. We’re all about mass murdered chicken here.
Glad to hear Nat survived. I bet he talks a bit like a pirate already!
And now I’m really going to bed.
So, I was tellling Mr. Taters about the multitude of Death Chickens having been prepared today. He thought that was quite funny. I made a healthy :rolleyes: dinner tonight, but it just so happens there was a little leftover Death Chicken from last night, so I warmed that up too. The kids and hubby ate the leftovers and some of the healthy, low-fat dinner. I stuck to the low-fat dinner.
I’m glad to hear that Nat made it through your first day of work, Li-Li.
Swampy, I am very curious as to how moist the breasts were in the the Death Chicken. I’m telling you, the thighs were butter tender, and I generally prefer breast meat. I think I’ll be sticking with the thighs when I make the dish.
Hubby was kind of wondering aloud how it would taste if we used cream of mushroom soup. I put the kibosh on that thought. I told him if I was preparing it, we were sticking to the cream of chicken soup.
I need to check and see if my load of towels are ready to go in the dryer.
LiLi, if you want eclairs, you’re gonna have to come over here and get them. Nyah. We snarfed up half the batch, but there are six left and we could be persuaded to save one or two if you hurry.
I’m surprised at how easy it was to make the choux pastry. Cookbooks always make it seem like it’s Complicated Scary Expert-Level Cookery, but it wasn’t like that at all. I do believe I’ll make creampuffs at some point, just for the hell of it.
…and with that, I’m going to bed. I don’t wanna go to work tomorrow, but it seems I don’t have much of a choice since they’ve already assigned me a couple of things in my absence that Must Be Done Right Away. Poop.
More Indian music CDs, Meeks? Yay! I can’t wait!
I have actually been a Good Girl this evening and got a big chunk of what little work I have left done. I want to get it all done tomorrow so I can take a day or two to putter around the house**.
I’ll have to show Papa Tigs the Death Chicken recipe. I suspect he will love it. Anything that has bacon in it is A-OK by him!
I knew Nat would survive, LiLi. Just watch, another few days and he won’t take any longer to go to sleep than usual. And you’ll feel all unloved and whatnot. I still remember that feeling of abandonment as my child started Life Without Me. It’s traumatic. And trust me, it just gets worse. Till they move out, and then it gets wonderful. And then they come back, and then it depends. 
Beddy-bye time. Where’s our night shift, anyway? And where’s Beebs? I’ve seen him in several threads – why hasn’t he come back to the MMP yet? :dubious:
**Which means, of course, put my feet up and watch DVDs. What? You don’t putter that way, too?
I’ll do bathrooms for anybody who cleans my damned carpet.
Hi, Meeks, welcome back!
Got a choochoo train of meetings today.
Next weekend we have one of those compulsory work parties; this one is after work hours, which I always feel is stealing my time. I’m already dreading it, having seen the mildest pictures taken at other celebrations that weren’t compulsory. Maybe we’re too square or something, but the Spanish team out here reckons that team managers shouldn’t take their shirts off and get fondled by two of their subordinates while playing with a streetlamp’s pole, or pose sticking their tongue into a third subordinate’s ear. You guys think I could convince QtM to give me a doctor’s note?