You cannot pilot a TARDIS without a sonic screwdriver …
so add some seltzer to your vodka and O.J. 
It’s $50 for 10 of them. Individually they sell them for $7. I sell mine for $2.75 or 2 for $5.
Shadow, tell us why you picked the Fiat over other small car. Use 2 pieces of paper and show your work.
It was because of the J-lo commercial, wasn’t it?
Mom, you wouldn’t go out in public in a green robe and purple slippers? You Walmart really is different form ours, huh?
To show you what kind of OCD I have, when I see forks like that I just want to bend all the tines back straight. :dubious:
{{{{{{{{Tarra}}}}}}}} and {{{{{{{{{{Rosie}}}}}}}}}}
OK, why would one want 10 of them then? I must be missing something here. Pay no attention to me…
Bumba, I can honestly say I’ve never seen anyone worthy of “People of WalMart” in our local store, although I go maybe twice a month…
Today I went to Subway in the pouring rain. I waited in line, got my order, and pulled out my wallet to pay. (I carry a man’s-type wallet some of the time.) I thought I had dropped money on the floor! Picked it up, shoved it in the wallet, and paid with my debit card.
I got all the way out to the car (in the pouring rain!) and then counted my money. I realized that it wasn’t my $60. I didn’t have that much! So I went back in (in the pouring rain!) and asked the man who was in line before me if he had lost any money. Without looking, he said, “It would have to have been when I pulled out my wallet. $60? Three twenties?”
I said yep and returned the money to him. He said thanks and I said you’re welcome.
And I went back to the car, and the rain was down to a drizzle.
Oh yeah - did I mention we had some RAIN! Yay for rain!
So,you’ll know Tony pretty well, huh?
(Fiat=Fix It Again, Tony.)
I have no idea.
Just finished my homework. Getting ready to go vote and then on to school.
Apparently, over here, I gave some good advice. Now I just need to take it myself.
Why? Because my father is driving me fracking insane. His memory and cognitive skills have been disintegrating for years now, but the process has really picked up speed. If he were anyone but my father, I would be sad for him, shrug, and carry on with the errands, chores, help, and occasional supervision. Because he is my father, he manages to push all of my buttons without even meaning too. Occasionally, he thinks he’s being cute or funny and “teases” me, and then Mom has to set off a diversionary explosion or run in waving a fake severed limb.
He does this stuff that when I write it up sounds so minor and incredibly petty for me to bother with, but it’s a constant bombardment. I can’t have the smallest exchange with him without being accused of taking something of his, losing something of his, throwing something of his away, of not knowing what I’m talking about, of not being respectful of his prerogatives, of not listening to him, of bugging him, of telling him what to do, et cetera ad nauseum.
I understand intellectually that he is not the person who raised me. I’m never going to get my father back. He’s gone. What I have instead is this person, who is about a third of the human my father was, and that, mostly his negative traits. I need to accept that it has nothing to do with me, that there’s nothing I can do to make him better, and I really shouldn’t be sacrificing my own mental health to his decline.
It fucking sucks, people.
On the plus side, Mom reports that I don’t appear to snore or gasp in my sleep, and the puppy is responding well to be taken outside as soon as she wakes up. She has peed three times outside and been praised to the heavens and given treats. Now, if I could just convince her that the kennel will not eat her.
{{{phouka}}}
**Kanga **- the Dog Whisperer did a show where he got a dog to accept and enjoy a backpack carrier - I can’t remember how he did it and a quick and dirty search of his site let me down. But you might have better luck than I do, or find something there that might help. I’ve watched the show only a few times, but I was impressed.
Speaking of dogs, my idiot is whining and squeaking like she’s starving to death - she wants to be fed NOW!!! I’m mean - I’m making her wait till closer to 4:30. Idiot dog.
House smells apple crisp-y 
- too bad we can’t eat it. Supper will be chickie strips, Sweet N.O.T. fries, and some sort of vegetable matter.
I bent down to pick up some paper I dropped at work today and smacked my head on an ink cartridge box. “Ow,” I said. I get home and discover I managed to cut myself on the box.
On the plus side I did not run into the wall I’ve run into every day for the last two years.
Rosie, I just viewed the vids of your competition and looked at the photos - what a great job your group does, you all sound so great together. 
I hope your back feels better soon.
FCM, thanks for the major laugh, because yeah, I wish! LOL At least according to the endocrinologist, my diabetes is “under control” - a miracle, frankly, considering all the bad stuff I’ve been scarfing down. Which I am going to put a stop to, because I figure that I’ve really been pushing my luck. My thyroid med did need a bit of adjustment, but other than that I’m doing fine.
I do wish that my apartment had that fresh apple-y crisp fragrance, and now I’m wanting some myself. Guess I’ll have to get a sack of that Splenda for baking. Anyone have any experience with that stuff? How do pastries, etc. turn out using it? I want some pumpkin pie for Thanksgiving, but will try to make it not so bad for me, this year, I hope.
It’s good to know you’re still around, SpecialOne; it’s always good to see posts from you, cause you’re a fun person. Sending Rosie’s .sig to anyone and everyone in need.
Mooooooom - any chance of sharing that recipe? I’d love to surprise Sweetie with apple crisp.
Speaking of recipes from Mumpers, I just made twiced baked NOTs again and they look awesome! I have a sneaking suspicion that Sweetie is going to pour some leftover Mumsey-Birthday chili on one or two of them.
And speaking of NOTs, anyone have a really awesome recipe for either scalloped or au gratin NOTs?
Yep - look in the blog for Rosie’s Potatoes - Not our Rosie’s though, and Not our Taters.
I wonder if it’s called NORNOT? LOL. No, seriously, it’s my recipe that was my mom’s friend’s Rosie’s recipe. Tweaked by my mom.
Please remind me (again) where to find the blog…THANKS!!!
Holy cow! There’s been a tree trimming company coming in for the last week, and they’ve reached the eucalyptus tree in front of my bedroom window. They are carving HUGE branches off it with chainsaws! I think they may have taken out the fence beside the house, but . . . we always hated that fence. Mom’s wanted it gone for years.
I have a love/hate relationship with eucalyptus. On the love side: they smell good, and they look like Dr. Seuss trees. On the hate side, they’re invasive, and they’re pyrophilic. They drop oily bark to encourage wildfires, kill off competitors, and propa gate their seeds. Also, they don’t sound right when the wind blows.
FCM, I will check. Right now, the approach is slow, slow, slow. I can get puppy to go two or three inches into the crate to grab a treat. We will continue doing that for a week.
DoloresReborn, thanks for the hug. I seriously need it.
Now, I’m going to treat myself and the puppy by going to the farmer’s market.
SKIM…SKIM…SKIMMITY SKIM…
Hugs and kisses to all who or need or want them. It’s been crazy for me and when I finally have time to wind down, I’m just to tired to post something coherent. Although, looking at some of my posts these previous months, it’s obvious my brain is flying along faster than my fingers.
Death Chicken for dinner tonight. We ate stuffed acorn squash the past two nights and they were yummy. I hadn’t made them in a long time and it seemed the perfect fall meal.
Tonight’s dinner should get us through the tonight and maybe the next couple of days.
Work has been irksome. It always is, so that’s nothing new.
That’s pretty much all that’s going on in my little corner of the Pacific Northwest.
The apple crisp recipe is from my tattered old Better Homes and Gardens cookbook.
Fresh Fruit Crisp
Preheat oven to 350°
1/2 c quick rolled oats
1/2 c packed brown sugar
1/4 c flour
1/2 tsp ground cinnamon (I also add about 1/8 tsp nutmeg)
1/4 c butter or margarine
2 pounds apples or 2 1/2 pounds peaches
2 tbsp sugar (I don’t use this, but it’s in the recipe)
Combine oats, brown sugar, flour, cinnamon, and a dash of salt. Cut in butter to make coarse crumbs. Set aside.
Peel, core, and slice fruit to make 5-6 cups. Place fruit in a 10X6 baking dish (I used 8X8) sprinkle with sugar (like I said, I don’t do this, but I do sprinkle a bit of cinnamon and nutmeg on the apples at this point.) Sprinkle crumb mixture over all. Bake at 350° for 40-45 minutes.
It does keep in the fridge - at least for one day. It’s never lasted that long here. And I made a big batch today - 6 Granny Smith apples and doubled the topping.
Didn’t quite catch up but want to ask for good thoughts. I saw the orthopedic specialist Friday about my back and my MRI results, which she thought were going to show problems with a bursa. Nope, it’s a non-cancerous tumor. So off to the musculoskeletal tumor specialist tomorrow morning to plan surgery. 
And I saw a psychiatrist yesterday and was diagnosed with both SAD and general anxiety disorder and given a prescription for Zoloft. Good side, that should help. Bad side, I really am dealing with depression.
So that’s been my life of late. I’ll try to get back tomorrow to finish catching up and actually say hi to everyone!