I’m glad the guy got caught/killed too. What a nutjob! Plus, his getaway driver and those who harbored him will pay, so there is that. YAY!!!
Dindin tonight shall be leftover pork loin, succotash, baked sweet N.O.T. and breadsticks. It’ll be an easy fix. Matter of fact the N.O.T. are bakin’ away as I post. I’m also startin’ a pot of chicken noodle soup for tomorrow. It’s supposed to get rainy and stormy tonight and last through tomorrow. Sounds like a soup day to me. I have chicken boobs on to boil. When they’re cooked and cooled I can cube 'em and have chicken stock too. Tomorrow I shall throw in the chicken, carrots, celery, onion and let 'em do their thing to tenderize then add egg noodles. MMMMMMMMMM…
Ruble so you’re sorta the Hunchback of your workplace except you dwell in the basement?
What? BBBobbio and Special1 went on a fratboy tour of Tel Aviv and didn’t include me! I am insulted!
Home. Snurfly, but not sick. I swear, something in my building makes my eyes tear up and my head clog up. Dunno if it’s the cleaning products used or something in the recirculated air or noxious fumes rising from the carpet. I can’t blame perfumes because when I arrive, no one else is in, and the dripping starts. ugh.
No matter now. I’m home, my eyes are dry now, and the congestion in my head is easing. Tonight we’re going to Michael’s with 6 prints. They’re having a 60% off framing sale this week. We framed 2 of our prints ourselves, but it’s not a custom job by any stretch. I want them all done right. So we’ll de-frame the 2, and have all of them done. It’s going to be $$$ but if you looked at our living room pics, the walls are nekkid. ick. Anyway, that’s my big exciting plans.
Soapy fridge grazin’ can be some good eatin’. Just sayin’.
MOOOOOOM if’n you need a testimonial as to Michael’s framin’ abilities, I’m happy with the job they did for me on a bunch of prints. I get snurfly at work from time to time too. I’m convinced it’s recirculated air in a big windowless room.
Ok, dindin is pretty much ready except for the breadsticks which take all of ten minutes.
I pulled some bacon outta the freezer just now. I have made an executive decision that I shall make breakfast for supper on Thursday. I envision bacon & cheese omelettes, grits and biscuits. Haven’t done that in a loooooooooong time and bein’ as there’s a cold front on the way it sounds like a plan to me.
I got the recipe from someone at my church for her borscht. It’s really good. I picked up some beets at lunch, and I’m gonna use turkey broth from our smoked Thanksgiving turkey. Should be good stuff. It’s a very un-beet-y borscht. There are only supposed to be 2 beets (I intend to use 3 'cause that’s how many were in the bunch at the store.), and they’re supposed to be grated! So they really just disappear into the soup. I think I’m going to leave bigger chunks 'cause we like beets!
I might have to make the navy beans disappear, though. I don’t like those. But mooshing them up a bit into the soup should be ok. And if that doesn’t work so well this time, next time I’ll leave them out entirely! So there! It’s my soup now and I’ll make it how I like it. So nyah!
My back was out this morning, so I called in, took some meds and went back to sleep for a bit. Why do my weirdest dreams happen in day-naps? Things I remember from today’s:
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[li]My dad had died before my mom, and she turned their bedroom into a Goth-ish mosoleum.[/li][li]I fell asleep next to a semi-truck’s tire[/li][li]I guy I dated in 8th grade had come back to blame me for the heart attack he had at age 48[/li][/ul]
There was a lot of other weirdness, but those are the things I remember most. Echod - you’ve lived in Israel your whole life, yes? In the late 60s there was an Israeli pop song called (IIRC) Ha Ben Yakireem. My Macabbeah team in summer of '70 had to learn it for the final “perform-off” Does the title sound familiar at all?
BioRosie I can’t help much with the first dream unless you had always envisioned your mother as a goth. The next two I have figured out. Fallin’ asleep next to a semi-truck tire is a flashback to your misspent youth when you fell asleep next to a semi-truck driver. The old flame who blamed you for his heart attack is because after dating you, he realized he could do no better and has spent his life a bitter lonely man.
Thanks, everyone. We’re doing okay, mostly, it’s just a steep curve, still, trying to carb count, predict what a toddler will eat, and calculate doses. But we’re getting there, and we have wonderful support.
Sigh. I forgot to take my anti-nausea stuff last night in the excitement, and consequently have puked. Right. Only till March.
Holy crap - it took more than an hour to pick out the mats and get the guy at Michael’s to measure and input our order!! And I was stahvink!! So once we got done with him, we went to Cheeseburger in Paradise for a quick eat, then home.
IF framing and matting had been at its regular price, it would have cost more than $2500 for my 6 prints. As it was, it was just under $1100. I was expecting $200 per, so I came out a little ahead of that. So yay, I guess. The prints are worth maybe $400 all together. But 2 mats and non-glare glass and a nice frame all add up. In 2 weeks, I’ll have art for the nekkid living room walls so yay for that.
I’m tired. I had a lousy night last night, tho I was spared the bizarro rosie-esque dreams fortunately. My lower legs were really dry and itchy, and I finally couldn’t stand it - I had to get up and slather them with petroleum jelly. It’s not even winter yet and I’m getting winter skin. ugh
**FCD **is watching *Bones *on TV. What a crappy show that is! The main character is incredibly unbelievable and more annoying than any person has the right to be. I even hate listening to it from the next room. Can’t believe it’s on the air…
I do NOT like groceries/discount stores who can’t manage to fill my prescription in 4 hours time since I dropped it off and then decide they don’t want to take my checks (which they’ve ALWAYS taken before) because they are business checks and not personal.:dubious::smack:
So you’re like the guys in The IT Crowd, but with only one of you, ruble?
Today’s plan: be at the castle at 10am, with my fattest winter boots on but shoes in my handbag. Change. Go on guided tour with anybody else who’s there on time. Lunch at 1pm. Verify whether portion size fits menu (menu was given as multi-lingually-smashed descriptions, therefore tiny portions). Have the only EtOH-free portion of dessert. Change back into the boots. Go to the Christmas Market. Spend too much money. On the way back, stop at the supermarket that carries lactose-free milk and grab a couple boxes, just a couple boxes and nothing but a couple boxes of UHT tummy-tolerated goodness. I’m bringing extra batteries, ibuprofen and, having woken up unable to breathe, antihistamines.
Being congested from your diaphragm to the top of your head sucks.
On further completely mundane news, I’ve only got two more items to hand in, both due on the 14th and one is all done except for printing it out and handing it in, which anyway I can’t do until the 14th. One thing worries me: the instructions for that assignment are in writing; you really only need to read one single page carefully and do as it says - and yet, at least four of my classmates are doing stuff which is not what the assignment asks for. If we’re being asked to design a gearbox for a car, they’re all doing gearboxes for trucks: it’s not what the assignment asks for and it’s more work than the assignment asks for. And the thing is… on one hand I want to shake them and say “yo, it’s a gearbox for a CAR! LTR!” but on the other, if their reading comprehension is this bad, I don’t want them to be translating anything more dangerous than the label on a box of candy. Heck, if their reading comprehension is this bad, they might manage to mistranslate the label!
I’ve told them “you’re working too hard. Go and reread the assignment” when they’ve come trying to fish for pointers but other than that I’m shutting up. If they can’t read I want it to be their problem, not mine and not that of their clients.
Morning! At work, caffeinated and looking forward to a fun afternoon of point-and-click training on something I already know how to use but have to be trained to use. Strange, the ways of the university.
Still, it will be a change of scenery for the afternoon and I have tonight’s beerverages to look forward to.
Hubby and are are playing hooky and spending the day shopping. It’s an annual tradition- we take a day off work and get all our land-based shopping done while the kids are in school. We need to get Hanukkah stuff for our kids and Xmas stuff for his family, so it works in one fell swoop.
I had a strange dream last night where I was competing in a preliminary competition for a show called America’s Next Top Chef. The competition to get on the show was being held at my house,* in my driveway*. I had to cook Vietnamese cuisine (which I’ve never done in my life). The first course was finished and I sat it down. Somehow it ended up with one of my clients who was there and just happened to be trapped in a small cage. As she tried to pass it to me through the cage bars it tipped over. All was lost except for some broth but for some reason I had forgotten to take the shrimp shells back out of it. So I just picked them out with my fingers as I was handing it to the judge. There were more courses, but fortunately I don’t remember them!
Oh, and thanks, rosie, for the sweatshirt info. Shortly after that I went downstairs and found 3 sweatshirts that I figured would be too small still, but weren’t.
Pie- that is some dream. Clients in a cage? I’ll leave it to Swampy to figure that out.
I’ve been having incredibly vivid dreams lately. Can’t really remember them, but I wake really perplexed. Oh- one I had my students were out of control and ordering pizza into the lab (no food allowed, not even gum). I was at a loss how to handle them. I have really nice students, so I don’t know where that came from.
Bones was my Twinkie murder show–fun to watch but oh so bad for my brain. Mainly because I hate Angela with the fire of several suns. I gave up on it after they completely destroyed the serial killer plotline a couple of years ago.
My back is murderizin’ me. So I’m going in for a ten-hour day today to give the GM a break. I’m supposed to be in from 11 am - 7 pm, but Detailed AGM and I agreed that I should come in at 9:30 because GM has to do payroll and seventeen million other things today and he’s covering my shift right now. Detailed AGM is going to let me go home early one day next week to make up for the hours I’m burning up today.
Still, though, my lower back has declared war on me. I’m on a two-Tylenol-a-day habit to make it shut up. I would be eternally grateful and forever in someone’s debt for a massage right now.
