I’m making pineapple kugel. Yay!!!
Bobbio, it’s your badness that causes our admiration, dontcha know?
I also had an “AgentJ is a girl” moment.
I think you should post pictures of the options, taxi.
Off to see if the water is boiling yet.
GT
See, I knew AgentJ was a girl before the pic. Ok, it’s cause I know the name “Jem” as a girl’s name, at least around these parts. I was right! Yay me!
Once again, I can hardly keep my eyes open. The good thing is, I’ve been sleepin’ right through the night the past three nights. What? I’m a bear. I’m just gettin’ ready for hibernation. 
“Jem” is forever and always Scout’s brother in To Kill A mockingbird. That threw me!
Hope you like the kugel, gt!
You know how I know a lot of you weren’t kids in the 1980s? You don’t know about Jem. And that’s outrageous.
Truly, truly outrageous.
I think that’s what got me, too.
I’ll report back on the kugel later, Soapy. It’s starting to smell yummy.
And thank you for the information about the '80s Jem, Spaz.
Hmmm…what else should I do tonight?
GT
Make a Facebook account and play Scramble with me?
Just finished cleaning the tub. We need new grout in a big way- or one of those bath redos where you get rid of tile and grout. Something, 'cause it looks ooky.
For the first time in a long time, I am glad that I am old. I was spared that very odd show and its urm… interesting attractions.
I thought Jem was male, too–I believe I called “him” Jemmyboy or something. Oops–but you’re cute as a girl, too! 
OK, went to podiatrist, then straight to work. Am quite pissed at podiatrist, to the point where I’m considering a second opinion. I asked re the surgery to remove the bone spur–he went into his spiel, and it does sound like it’s a bit much for me. Ok.
Then he tells me to wear my orthotics WITH my earth shoes. 
(which would defeat the purpose and the comfort of them). And then he really irked me: he told me (not directly, but by allusion) to quit running and that would solve my problem re my foot.
Well, NO it wouldn’t, Dr Jerk, because my foot hurts, regardless and I’m making progress and feel good about it and about myself and you simple-minded man, I am not about to give up anything I don’t have to and don’t wave an elliptical machine in my face, moron, because I can’t afford the health club membership.
I never did get to ask him about MBTs-those funky shoes I was interested in. I got sidetracked by the “aggressive orthotics” he wants to put me in. Oh, and I’ve seen this man for the last 7 years. I came to him with heel pain and was diagnosed with a bone spur–I saw it on the Xray. I got my orthotics and have been compliant for 7 years: no high heels, no kewt shoes, no ballerina flats, bupkus.
Now he tells me: 1. I have flat feet (he didn’t say that before, ever); 2. I over-pronate. Never told me that, ever and I’ve been told by the running people at my shoe store that I do not pronate as much as most women. 3. my Achille’s tendon is too short–Huh? No, it is not. I can easily touch my toes, have never worn high heels (which can permanently shorten said tendon) etc. I can palm my hands on the floor, bending over.
I am still quite irked, but mostly about the running. Why would he shit all over it, just to make this “problem” go away? Work with me, Dr Man! And then he says, (after I said that would this new set of orthotics run me another $700), that if I wasn’t pre-certified for them, he would give me them for $350. I was gracious and said thanks, but fumed in my car. I KNOW it’s a deal and a blessing and I should be grateful, but if he can cut the cost of them in half, just like that, WTH? I would have been surprised and pleased etc if he had said I can give me $50 off, but to slash it that much, just made me see red. Am I certifiable or what?
Ok, rant over. Ta for the nice things about my hair. I plan on getting some of the red shampoo this weekend. I also noticed that the shower WAS quite hot this morning (and was just glad of it–I refuse to turn the heat on, yet and I was chilled!). Now that I know that, I will plan accordingly for future. I really like the color, too. It brings out my eyes and seems to warm up my skin (which could use some color these days).
Off to bath and bed. Work tomorrow.
And play Scrabble beta with me!
Where? They took it away from Facebook… 
ETA: oooh thunder…
Did you ever open a thread and just sort of wish you hadn’t?
Ah, well, I think that means it’s about time for bed.
No, they took Scrabulous away. Scrabble beta is its lame replacement. I put up with it, but there are still a few (infrequent) bugs in the app.
Went to the mall tonight. I hate the mall, but I wanted to try to get a hair cut. I failed though because the place was booked and couldn’t take a walk-in. Oh well. I’ll have to make an appointment somewhere later. Since Hawkeyeop and I were at the mall, we went to California Pizza Kitchen for dinner. It was the YUM.
I like your hair,Rigs. The curls are lurvely. It always takes me two boxes of dye to color my hair. I put the first one on and a day or two later put a second one on. My hair just doesn’t like to take the dye right away–it’s too healthy or something.
:: skritches :: for all of the Mumper puppies.
I figured that Agent J was a girl…but then I think I’ve been reading her name as “Jen,” so :smack: anyway.
Wow, Spaz, I did not need that reminder of Jem and the Rockers. I was never into that show, but my cousin was. She had all of the dolls and everything. As I recall they had different colored “skin.”
Everyone has to check out these two websites
This one first
http://www.HasTheLargeHadronColliderDestroyedTheWorldYet.com/
then this one
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Those are really good!
^^^Heh heh… “Nope.”
So, for those of you who were wondering whether I was going to come tromping in here to announce that my lethal roasted garlic paste ice cubes are a stellar addition to Death Chicken let me reassure you that I am and they are. You envy me my roasted garlic ice cubes, just admit it… 
Ever watch a monumentally stupid movie that nonetheless had you laughing like a loon? “Strange Wilderness.” Yup. I’m only laughing because I lost fifty IQ points while I watched it. It was the turkey, I think, was my poor brain’s demise.
snerk
Home again.
Soapy, :eek:
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Hellllooooo nurse!
Ahem!:dubious:
Nice pic, Jem. How ya doin’?
I like MBTs. Last year I wanted to buy new sneakers, but I wanted them velcro’ed, as my tiny hands and feet seem to grow and shrink several times along the day. There was a store near my office which sold these shoes and sneakers with the bottom shaped like a rocking horse’s: one of the models in the window was velcro’ed, so I went in to ask for it. The store was MBT only. They had gym pads on the floor to make you walk on them and point out how you were doing it wrong; the saleswomen were called “walk consultants” (in German, since this was Basel). The two women before me didn’t know how to walk with their shoes off. Me, I could, the walk consultant was surprised. All she pointed out is that I lean more on the outside of the feet, which my shoe repairman had already told me. I’ve got a second pair of MBTs now; they make me walk upright (if I lean forward I feel like I’m about to tip ahead and start rolling) but other than that and having warm feet it is like walking barefoot.
Now, to a belated response to the OP.
I never expected to make a living from drawing, but before there were books, there were pencils and white sheets of paper. Then I had a problem with my first kindergarten teacher (Mom denies it, of course: she didn’t hear about it then, so it never happened) who would make me bunch up my left hand and hit it with a sprung ruler any time I used it to grab the pencil, but I’m lucky: I was able to learn to use my right hand, although there are things (most notably sports) for which I’m completely left handed.
Later, when I was 4, I gave my teacher the scare of her life. This was the first time this particular teacher “suffered me” (that’s how Mom puts it, the teacher thinks and says “ah, she wasn’t an easy gal, but you just had to know how to manage her”), I’m talking first-grade-minus-two. I’d already given trouble with drawing houses. You see, we were supposed to draw something like this, which I’d never seen in my life, and instead I’d draw something more like this (with more windows, and some darkened, and windows on the side as well). Can y’all say “apartment towers”?
One day, I wasn’t bugging the teacher at all. I’d finished every exercise in every book we had weeks before, the teacher had started lending me her newspaper before midmorning break and borrowing other teachers’ for me after, so I’d sit quietly and read. But that day I hadn’t even looked at the newspaper. I was touching myself with my hand spread, walking it over my body like I was measuring myself (I was), and drawing something. After a while, the teacher came over… saw… gasped loud enough for me to think “oh NO,” went white, asked the other K1 teacher to take care of the class and took me and my drawing of a little girl straight to the principal’s office. We still hadn’t learned to do stick figures and the drawing I’d just done was, according to a book on child development I brushed a couple years ago, of a level of realism you’d expect on a 12yo. Not a 4 yo.
The resulting ruckus scared me away from drawing until 5th grade, when we had two hours a week of “free drawing.” The pictures I did for the first month were all drawings of statues. The teacher gave me a C, saying they were “too hieratic.” I asked “what does hieratic mean?,” he snorted and said “oh my God, all be my witness, a word Nava doesn’t know! Look it up.” So I got home and looked it up. In the dictionary we had at home, the first definition was
“like a statue”
I stared at that definition. Read it again. Looked at my drawings of statues. Looked at the teacher’s note and, in the moment of my liberation, exclaimed “ALL TEACHERS ARE MORONS!” loud enough for the parental units to hear from the other side of the house.
I softened the appreciation three years later, as Vicente was a superb science teacher and Mother Frauca could teach Spanish grammar to one of the statues I’d drawn, but still…
I still get very nervous when showing a free hand drawing to anybody. I can do draftsmanship like nobody’s business, I draw complex process diagrams in less time than most other people need to even think them up… but showing anything remotely “artsy” makes my mouth go dry and my stomach clench.
It took my adults almost 5 years to make me stop drawing. The Nephew’s parents have managed it by age 2 :mad:. They’re both perfectionists, and already screwing up the poor kite’s life by the principle of “if you’re not doing it like I want you to, it’s not acceptable for you to do it.” When he was 16mo, you’d give him a box of pictures and he’d spend upwards of fifteen minutes examining and organizing them… by colors, by darkness… which after all is the first step in any art class, Color Theory! SIL wouldn’t let him do that, or draw the clumsy lines he could draw: she’d take the pencils and start drawing similar stuff to that first house. So now if you give him pencils (he turns 3yo on the 18th) he’ll give them back to you and ask you to draw. Makes me want to give SIL such a backhand she gives Mt Rushmore a new eye for doing that, and Middlebro another for allowing it.
On a more positive note, I did discover at age three, thanks to a cousin of grandma’s who’d just come from spending almost a year traveling in South America (and I’ve told you the story before and don’t want to bore you any more) that what I wanted to do with my life was travel. To lots of places! WITHOUT MY PARENTS!
Ayup, done that 
Morning all - happy Thursday (which of course means that tomorrow is Firday!).
Rigs, love the hair color–good luck with the foot problems.
Ima be super busy at work the next few days; updating a database. By the end of the day, I feel like my brain has turned to mush! LOL
So, how ye be doin’, m’lass? 
More seriously, I don’t get why you’re down on yourself. You’re cute
BTW, I had a hunch **Jem **is probably a she, and no, Spaz, I didn’t grow up in the '80’s… 
(geez, way to make a guy feel old!) or even in the US.
Rigs, I think you need Dotty to lend you that trout she’s been using – for application to your Podiatrist :mad: Definitely get a second opinion, if only because from your description the guy is coming over as a bit sleazy.
Hi Nava! Interesting story. But what do you want to do when you’re all growed up…?
Morning all! It’s all quiet in the office today as most people are out at meetings and stuff. I’m still busy though, and it’s getting exciting because the first teaching session is tomorrow afternoon and that’s when I find out whether everything I’ve been doing has been working out properly!