unEarthly? How about totally whacko? 
Your sis-in-law would probably have a coronary at my mom’s place! 
Well, I think it’s time to assume the knit position.
Head down, elbows in? Cursing every time I forget to switch from knit to purl?
Thanksgiving meal - me:
Tofurky roast
Stuffing
Mushroom gravy
Mashed NOT
Cranberry sauce, probably right out of the can
Rolls
Green jello salad
Pecan pie if I feel like making one
Tisiphone:
Sliced chicken in gravy, just like every other day
What I’m thankful for:
My health
Tisiphone
That my mother has completely disappeared from my life and stayed disappeared
Cashmere yarn
Today was an absolute clusterfuck. They made us come in on the first day of vacation for training on a program that hasn’t even been written yet, but that we are going to have to start using on January 1. (Yeah, right, as if it’s going to be ready.) A complete waste of time. And then they threw my co-worker under the bus and blamed it all on her. It was one of the most disgusting things I’ve ever witnessed, and I’ve worked places that used Machiavelli’s The Prince as a how-to guide. I have rarely been so angry on someone else’s behalf.
So I’m also thankful I don’t have to go back to work until Monday.
My furnace is dead. I need to replace it. Really? Really?
Apparently it’s been dumping CO in the house, too. So who knows why we’ve been having headaches and feeling cruddy, CO posioning? Ugh.
SIL is hosting turkey day, but she’s pretty traditional. Think this is the first time in several years that I don’t have to make anything, so yay on that!
Still don’t know what the doc plans to do to me.
I’ve been a bit of a whirling dervish in the kitchen today. A big pot of split pea and ham soup is finishing up right now, bread has been baked and dinner’s been cooked and et.
Damn, Ivy, do NOT fuck around with CO poisoning. That bastard will sneak up and kill you while you’re playing a card game, and you’ll never know you died.
Get a CO detector just to be sure, vent the house, and fix/replace the furnace pronto.
Weird Al’s parents died of CO poisoning. 
We have a CO detector, but it was removed for a remodel this summer and I forgot to put it in. Unit is off and will remain off until we get a new furnace. Fortunately we sleep with windows open and keep back door open a lot for the dog.
This really scared me.
It’s been an awful few months and hits just keep coming.
Soapy :eek:
Home from men’s night. 'Twas a good time as usual. I et too much of the sausage appetizer (smoked sausages with beerbrat mustard, yum!) so I couldn’t finish all my steak as in about a fourth of it left. One of the men has two dachsunds (might be spelled right) named Morgan and Stanley and he avowed as to how M & S would love them some steak so he took it home for 'em. Bon Apetit (may or may not be spelled right) Morgan and Stanley!
On that note, it’s time for beddy bye. I’s tahrd!
Nitey Nite Y’all!
When you say “unit is off”, you’re talking about your furnace, right?
Right?
Of course. The furnace is off. It stays off until we get the new one. Happily, the weather is mild!
I was under the weather yesterday, so I left the hockey game early :eek: and didn’t have any beer. :eek::eek: Better today.
Also thankful for:
having a “just friend”
Mumpers
My hockey family
Yuengling
Me, too.
Soapy, :eek:
FCM, mismatched chairs? That makes my OCD twitch.
I have so totally got my mom hooked on BSG, it’s wonderful. Plus, as I haven’t watched it for at least a couple of years, and now I’m watching it straight through, I’m catching a whole lot of stuff I didn’t the first time.
I’m very surprised though, that as the question of ‘who/what is human?’ is explored in human/cylon relationships, they are so far taking a very subtle road on the idea that our experiences and our choices define who we are, not just our biology. (We’re only on season 2, though.)
There wasn’t much to do today, but I sure didn’t do it. Maybe the insomnia caught up with me, grabbed me like a lioness and hauled me down, so that I slept most of the day. It was nice to snooze under a warm blanket with my puppers snoring on my head.
I wonder how you make a pug smiley anyrose? So far I’ve got a thirsty bear. Guess I could use it for Swampy when he gets parched.
Speak of the pug, she can’t find her kong. TTFN
Good Mornin’ Y’all! Up and caffienatin’. YAWN 'Tis 60 Amurrkin out with a predicted high of 82. Another Springlike Fall day.
Ashes[sup]2[/sup] a parched bear is not a happy bear. Hee. I use parched a lot, as in, “my, my my throat is just parched, I need another beer!”
I begin marathon cookin’ for TDay this evenin’. I shall bake pies and put together the souffle/casserole. I shall also bake bizkits for use in the dressin’. I have already baked enough cornbread. I think I shall also go ahead and boil the chikin tonight. OYKW is aware that dindin the next two days shal be sammiches. Reckon he’ll survive?
Hope you feel better today doggio!
Yay for mild weather since you have no furnace Soapy.
Now I shall seek out more caffiene and feed rumbly tummy. Then, alas, irk purtification must commence. Two more days!
Happy Tuesday Y’all!
Good thing about the beer, because it is now illegal in Europe to claim water prevents or cures dehydration.
Blurf.
Major snerk storm! When I read your parched post Swampy, immediately my mind conjured Scarlet in the green curtain dress, only a big beary man!
VBob, I understand the UK’s stance completely, heck I embrace that line of reasoning.
Brownies for brekist!
Up, caffeinated, off to irk. Feeling slightly better.
Luckily, I didn’t have a mouthful of breakfast when I read this, or it would have been very very bad. Of course, swampy could pull this off - he’s got the Jawja accent and everything. When he took me out to dinner on our one and only date, he sat around saying “Fiddle-dee-dee” all evening long!!
I think I’m going to have to kill Scruffy today. She woke me at 2:14 (yes, I looked), barking, altho I think she was barking in her sleep, because when I opened the door, she was zonked out. I took her out anyway. I finally fell back to sleep around 3. She started barking again at 4, but wouldn’t go out because it was raining, the brat, so I tossed her back in the room. I eventually fell back to sleep, only to wake around 5:30 when **FCD **was in the shower and Taz was trying to get into the bathroom to supervise the shower. After my sweetie left, I fell asleep again, having a bizarro dream about being sent to Spain and having to change my last name to Cruz. My alarm went off at 7 - I have class today - I didn’t want to oversleep.
Bottom line, I had about 3 hours of uninterrupted sleep, and 2 or 3 naps. I have to go to class today because I’ve got 3 pieces that need to be trimmed. Once that’s done, I’m coming home to sleep. Stoopit animals.
**phouka **- my knit position involves a recliner, a cat, and occasional cussing when I drop a stitch or misread the pattern. Fortunately, I’ve figured out the repeat in the sweater I’m making now, so I’m able to fix the goofs that I don’t find till 3 rows later. Forty years of experience is paying off!
It’s rainy and dreary in southern Merrylande - perfect day for sleeping, dammit. I’ve finished my breakfast leftover pizza and I’m almost done caffeinating. **FCD **will be talking to his surgeon about having his back done next month - hope it can be scheduled - the poor guy can hardly walk half the time. If it does happen, then I’m spared the trip to FL - not that I don’t want to see my inlaws. I just don’t want to spend 2 full days driving. ugh.
Anyway, good thoughts would be appreciated. Happy Tuesday, such as it is…
I thought about my virtual friends last night - I was watching the UK Food Network channel and they were showing Barefoot Contessa’s guide to easy Thanksgiving dinner! I must admit I do like Ina, she makes lovely food look quite effortless. Mind you if I had a kitchen/pantry/fridge the size of hers, and one of those KitchenAid mixers I’ve been lusting after, I am sure my cooking could be just as effortless…
In other news, my mum sent me a text yesterday to say that her 91 year-old friend Margo has had a fall and is in hospital. Nothing’s broken but they are keeping her in for observation due to her age. No doubt she will be haranguing the nurses and then phoning my mum with requests for decent food and a bottle of Stout. Can’t go wrong with a bottle of stout, you know.
Taster night at Fat Club tonight, I made an orange cake on Sunday which just needs some orange syrup to go over the top. I’ll make the syrup when I get home and hopefully when the cake is cut, it will still be moist and warm from the syrup. It’s a Fat Club recipe so I don’t hold out much hope for it, but it might yet surprise me.
Oh, Swampy looked loverly FCM, the buzz cut looked especially fetching with that gown. Which reminds me of massage. Hang in there with me.
See, my aunt had terrible hips and my cousin who’s a massage therapist (the real kind, if there are any gutter brains out there), could get her walking without pain for a good few days after an hour or so of therapy. Would that help FCD, I wonder?
The Hallmark channel is showing Christmas stuff instead of I Love Lucy and I’m in withdrawal. Maybe there’s something on YouTube. Isn’t computery stuff grand? Gonna add that to my thankful list…