Where?
Had to beat the other Dirty Old men here to that.
ETA: Crap!##@%#@@!!!
Too slow
Where?
Had to beat the other Dirty Old men here to that.
ETA: Crap!##@%#@@!!!
Too slow
I’m only 31 but I know - good sex is good sex, but good food beats all.
Maybe at his age, good sex is anything he stays awake for?
:: hurrying to check if **bobbio’s ** older than me ::
He’s not.
Nevermind.
Folks, I don’t ask very often, but I need your good luck and your good wishes. I am going to apply for a job - the SO’s looking over the resume now - and I really really want this job. The salary is significantly higher than mine and the tasks and jobs I have to do are very similar to my own. It’s at a company I like and the person who sent me the opening likes me.
I really really want this job. It would fix so many things. Please keep me in your good thoughts and keep all your appendages crossed.
{{{Mika}}}
I know how much this means to you! Good luck!!
Well, since you DID feed me…
Crossed fingers and things.
:: lugs heavy keg over to the kitchen :: Mmkay. Beer mugs chilling in the freezer?
Now then, did someone say trifle? I am all about proper English trifle. My dearly departed maternal grandmother used to make it. (That set of grandparents were of British descent, so trifle was regular vocabulary for them) She did it a good 8-10" high in a big glass bowl with multiple alternating layers of shortcake, vanilla custard, and glazed fruit (usually strawberries, raspberries or blueberries – she grew her own fruit), topped with a generous layer of whipped cream. All made from scratch. And no Jell-O, thank you; that is a modern abomination. If I’d been old enough to know about such things the last time she made it (I was about 10), I would have described it as explosively orgasmic. As it was, it was The Best Thing In The Universe.
I’ve never had apple cake. Can I assume it is a cake … made with apples? Or is that too simplistic?
Pirok sounds interesting. I’m not a rutabaga fan, but when stuff I don’t like is allowed to properly mingle with a dish such that everything takes on the flavour of everything else, I’m cool with it. I hate cooked carrots, but when put in a stew that has left to cook for several hours, I’m just fine with them.
Except fart blossoms. Nothing can hide the taste of fart blossoms.
And, uh … would Hank be classified as the main course, or dessert?
Count - Your sisters are suing your brother? I presume they don’t feel like they got their fair share of the estate (which I suppose has something to do with being the sort of people who sue family members causing them to be written in as minor parts in the will)? Sheesh. Greed makes people stupid. On the other hand your kids are smart cookies.
Mika - Lots of good luck! I shall cross appropriate (and where needed, inappropriate) appendages crossed. Not that I imply that you need it as I’m sure you have the experience and will manage to convince them that they would be fools – FOOLS! – to pass over your resumé.
Ami - Maybe your parents and his parents ought to get together for a little pow-wow, 'cos it sounds like your parents, absent such tunnel vision, make a lot more sense. On the other hand, maybe that just might make things worse. Stubborn as I am in trying to make unreasonable people see reason, I’ve learned that unreasonable people are unreasonable precisely because they are unable to do so. It’s sad, really. Closed minds seem eventually to rush shut.
I suppose if the water is cold the ship won’t melt. :dubious:
Mindfield, I once read a fifteen page thread on chowhound with English people arguing the jelly/no jelly trifle thing. It raises emotions. Personally, I think jelly in trifle is gross.
Mika, would you like some raspberries and cream, instead?
Got to put the laundry away and start all the dishes. All the dishes. Cripes. And it’s really hot outside. Mork, did you order the heat wave?
Jeesh-kids today…Mind your manners; you’re not at home!
Thanks for lugging the keg in–yep, the mugs are in the the freezer.
I’ve never had Asian chicken wings, either. (I am a timid eater, but I do like crab rangoon, shrimp fried rice and edamama)
Don’t trifle with trifle, eh? Ok. I’ve made chocolate chip cookies with walnuts. Their chewy and gooey and good.
Good luck with the job interview, Mika–we’ll be here to celebrate or commiserate with you later.
Just back from a nasty experience at Borders. never mind-takes too long to tell. Customer service should be part of training, no?
And #2 son got his haircut (I took a 3 hour nap instead of doing haircuts over the weekend). I think she’s never cut hair before. It doesn’t look bad, just not enough off.
Well, what I do second best to flirting around here is offering support, best wishes, and hugs. Mika, you’ve got it…
Boy, it got flirty around here early this week! But maybe that’s a good thing if it can keep me from inappropriate flirting IRL. I really need uglier coworkers.
My contribution to the party is a flan cake, but it has nothing to do with the dessert called flan. It’s cake made in a flan pan which has a raised center so when its done cooking and you turn it out on a plate, the cake has an indent in the center. Which can be filled with pudding. In this case I made a yellow cake with chocolate pudding, whipped cream (well, Cool Whip… if you don’t like it, you don’t have to have any! Boy, I’m grumpy today!), and strawberries on top.
But I have to take this one to church for tonight so you’ll have to wait for the one I bring to work tomorrow. OK?
Sorry the parents didn’t take it better than that ali. Glad your parents are more supportive, meli. I’m with those who understood Jesus message to be about loving other people and NOT judging them. But I guess not everyone sees it that way. Maybe if you keep in mind that they think they’re looking out for your eternal soul, it’ll help you to be more patient with them. They don’t think they’re being mean; they think they’re looking out for what’s good for you. Still sucks though because parents should be the ones at your side fighting for you, not the ones giving you this kind of crap. Hope the situation improves.
Good luck Mika!! And Drae!
Mindfield, an apple cake is indeed a cake made with apples. Cinnamon, sugar, vanilla, flour, oil, eggs, and apples of course. It’s really yummy.
I’ve never had a trifle and am only faintly certain of what it is.
And I would luuuuuuuuurve raspberries and cream.
As for the job, it’s not an interview - yet - but here’s hoping I get called in for one. And then land the job!
Howdy Y’all! Drae and Mika appropriate/inappropriate appendages crossed here in Jawja!
Today was, ummm… mindnumbing. Lots of little forms to fill out. Got talked to and talked to and talked to and talked to. We also got let go at 1:45. That’s ok though cause I still get paid for the whole day. No OSHA/Safety stuff today. That’ll be Wednesday and Thursday. Two. Whole. Days. I’m sleepy just thinkin’ about it. :rolleyes: I don’t know what shift I’ll start on yet either. I do have a clock number and know that I’ll start out in packaging. That’s where beer gets put into cans and bottles, gets “crowned” (not capped mind you but crowned), put in cases, palletized and all that good junk. I apparently am going to learn the entire QA/QC process there. Can’t wait. They have these waaaaaaaay jake robotics for transferring finished products to the warehouse where its put on trucks. Oh and an ogawful cafeteria. I shall be a’ bringin’ my own food. Tomorrow I get an ID badge and other stuff. Plus get talked to and talked to and talked to and talked to some more.
I know I’ve mentioned that my younger brother died about five and a half years ago. He and my sis are (were) twins. It was and still is rough on her. She will not let me acknowledge her bday at all.
Lots o’ partyin’ goin’ on… I see we have Miller beer! YAY!!! How’s about I throw some ribs on the grill rigs? OOH… and some bbqed chicken! And we need a batch of cheese straws! Cheese straws are teh yum to munch whilst sippin’ beerverages.
kai I’ll try the pirog. Since the rutabagas are a part of it, I could deal. Like I do with beets. I can deal with beets in sump’n but not by themselves.
Cellodude I hear ya about the fart blossoms. Nuttin’ could ever make those nasty things good.
Ok, Ima go stick some chicken boobs in the convection oven and cook some peas and rice. Dang, I just thought about sump’n… if’n I end up with a second or third shift (3 p.m. - 11 p.m. or 11 p.m. - 7 a.m.) I’ll need to figure some ways to adjusting my cookin’ habits cause I ain’t givin’ that up. I make way better food than most places and besides, bein’ as I am a cheap bastid, it’s way cheaper too. Got a feelin’ there might end up bein’ a lot of weekend cookin’ and freezin’ goin’ on.
Later Y’all!
**rigs ** - lovely OP! Since you were the “birthday present”, did your sisters spoil you?
My three sisters don’t share the same birthday, but they’re close enough (Apr 29, May 7, May 9) that we got 3 cakes in short order, and by the 3rd one, we were pretty sick of cake. Yes, all of my sisters were born under the sign of Taurus - which means they’re all full of bull (to tie into Nava’s posts. )
The way I heard it: Friends help you move. Real friends help you move the body. Just a variation on a theme.
Monday down, day after tomorrow, my baby gets here - yay!! I’ve pretty much decided to take Friday off - it’s change of command day and I don’t want to get all dressed in business attire to sit on plastic chairs under a tent in the parking lot in the afternoon heat while men in uniforms do a lot of saluting and speechifying. Been there, done that way too many times to count.
Looks like our bay cruise will be Baltimore for Sunday and Monday night, then Annapolis/St. Michaels for Tues/Weds night - order to be determined, and back to Solomons on Thurs night. Then the following Sat, my fambly has been invited to my place for a party for the kids. So far, my brother is the only one who hasn’t responded - what a butthead! Guess I’ll hafta call him myself.
And on that note, I’ll finish scanning the thread (**BBBobbio ** distracted me!) then forage in the freezer for something edible.
heh. We finally stopped giving our black cat her antibiotics. Even wrapped in a towel she still left marks on us.
Great op, rigs I don’t know what else to say.
Nava You are watching the Running of The Bulls from your balcony? You rock!!! I tried going to that once about 20 years ago when the ship I was stationed on was in the region. Instead, they sent me to talk to the Command Master Chief and the ship’s physician.
Mandy the Martyian is now a blonde! (She was a redhead.) I guess she’s heard that blonde hookers in Japan make more money. (because, really, what else is she going to do over there?)
So many desserts to choose from…apple cake first, or trifle? I’ll mix the margaritas; I brought the blender if anyone wants them frozen. I want mine frozen - it’s hot out there!
I went to see Libby - her spirits are still good but the chemo is kicking her butt badly. She has no energy and is nauseous all the time. They’ve given her something but it really doesn’t seem to help very much. While I was there the phone by the other bed rang, so I answered it. A male voice asked for Libby, and I explained that she was trying to eat at the moment (and it was making her sick but I didn’t say that) and could I take a message? The voice asks “Is this SCL?” which surprised me. I said yes and he said “This is Jerome” - it was our hockey team coach calling from Canada where he is scouting/on vacation. He had just learned of Libby’s illness and wanted to tell her that she was in his thoughts and that he is praying for her. What a sweet man. It did really surprise me that he recognized my voice on the phone; I doubt that I have talked to him more than two or three times on the phone. I also told Libby not to be shy about running people off if she needed to rest, and then I ran myself off. I’m going to go back up tomorrow with some spring rolls from Thai House.
I have done the litterboxes and the trash cans are at the curb. Anyone ready for a margarita?
Yikes! I let real life get in the way for a few hours, and I’ve lost track completely!!
Anyway… my contribution to the party shall be… Falafel!! So… Some Pita breads; check. Humus and Tehina to put on the Falafel; check. Shredded cabbage and a nice cucumber/tomato salad to go along; check. Some hot sauce. And of course some pre-prepared chickpea-and-herbs paste for deep frying – that’s the Falafel itself. Be’te’avon!! (that’s “bon appetit!”)
**Swampy **-- yay for not getting fired (yet)
Just remember to give that machete a nasty twist upwards, or you won’t get the heart going in that way… :eek:
I thing **Haze/Hank **is definitely a dessert… she’s so sweet
Everyone else – imagine I know what the h*** you’ve all been going on about.
Re-connecting to the office network (from home, 11 PM :rolleyes: ) for some more fun and adventure debugging a problem at a customer site. Envy me
OK folks, it’s way early but we have a strong contender for this week’s most TMI and oogiest post!
I know we have two or three MMP’s lined up already. I’d like the next available date cause I have been gleanin’ some tidbits (already even!) about the bidness of beer makin’ that I think would make for a fun MMP. So, gt guardian of MMPs yet to come, when can I do this?
That has given me a case of the giggles. Also, an idea for a greeting card. A “Congratulations on not gettin’ fired on your first day” card. Brilliant Special1, just brilliant!
Snakes what a hoot! You really are the crazy hockey lady with a hoarde of cats! Oh, and continued prayers and good thoughts for Libby headed out.
Good thoughts for Libby.
Noone Special, I meant to tell you that our house has been FULL of hummus and cous-cous lately. The SO does 90% of the cooking and he has gotten on an Arabic food kick, and so I am becoming good friends with the food. However I am not impressed with cous-cous.
Hummus is OK, though.
However, I made raita this weekend. Raita is yogurt - I make it at home - with grated cucumber and a little garam masala and seasoning salt. Yum! I didn’t have any other jug so I had to use an old distilled water jug, which the SO told me to rinse first. Um, hello? It’s distilled water. Aren’t I going to be introducing the only germs?