Good thing I do the occasional vanity search, eh?
Nice sig! 
It’s really not their fault. Nobody had a chance to tell them of our plans for an ambush wedding, so they didn’t know that a secret plan was afoot.
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What! The! Hell! Someone’s cell phone just keeps ringing and ringing and not only doesn’t it go to voice mail, the caller hasn’t figured out that nobody is going to answer it. I’m about ready to go on a Phone Hunt. Not sure what I’ll do if I find it. About a year ago, there was an office-wide hunt for the electronic device that would periodically go*** B[COLOR=“Magenta”][COLOR=“Yellow”]EE[/COLOR]EEEP![/COLOR]*** Once we found it, we upended their trash can on their desk to cover the offending Crackberry. They got the hint. 
That sounds interesting. Muppet. I’ll watch it tonight.
Bread pudding sans eggs. Hmmm. Sounds intriguing. I’ve been doing Shopsin’s bread pudding french toast, which is cooked on the stovetop. It’s good and faster than baking it.
I feel much better today, thanks for all the healing thoughts. I’ve just got a cold now. Right. Everyone keep your fingers crossed that Nat naps for long enough for me to nap, wash the dishes, take out the garbage, and clean the fridge.
Oh, taxi, I make something similar with peanut butter, soy sauce, sriracha, and nuoc cham. And ginger, and anything else lying around. We’ll probably have it for dinner tonight, with Shanghai bok choy and chicken.
I forgot to post that I made these brownies over the weekend. The cinnamon gets lost so, if you really want Mexican-flavor-inspired brownies, double or triple the cinnamon. But they are AWESOME as written. I added walnuts and used those in the brown sugar topping just 'cause. The sugar topping is kind of gritty but in a really good way that contrasts wonderfully with the smooth brownies.
I can’t stress enough: go make these brownies NOW.
NOM NOM.
My sleep was interrupted by Corvette Roommate last night. :mad: 1:01 am to somewhere around the vicinity of 3:30 I was awake. I may have to start poisoning him slowly. Complicated Roommate was also rudely awakened and he is also pissed.
Speaking of, Complicated started his shiny new job yesterday. So far he likes it. He likes having a job more than the actual job itself at this point.
Interesting discovery last night: If you call Armpit County Sheriff’s department at 3 am about a drunk driver they foist you off to the Highway Patrol. If you call the Highway Patrol at 3 am about a drunk driver they tell you they don’t have a car to cover the area. Lesson: if you’re a drunk driver, zoom down my road at 3 am and no one will catch you except maybe Bambi. :mad: And yes, this is related to the interrupted sleep.
Today’s going to be fun. I don’t wanna go home because I’d probably snap Corvette’s neck if I saw him, but I’m wornthehell out and I work until 10 tonight. If I’m working with the Whiny McNobodyLikesMe again (as I suspect I am) there will be two murders tonight instead of just one.
I think I’ll go jeans shopping. My pair that fits just split an inseam.
{{{Spaz}}} Corvette Roommate seems like he needs a swift kick. He’s way past wet trout territory.
A note (that I forgot to mention earlier) on the brownie recipe that I linked to above: I cut the sugar in the brownies down to 1 cup and in the topping to ~3/4 cup. They’re still very sweet so I wouldn’t recommend the full amount unless you feel like an immediate sugar coma and a trip to the dentist.
Home. Class tonight. Sketties for supper. Yoiks - attack of the sentence fragments!!!
Hiya, Meeks!!!
Our boat letters came today - we’ll finally have the name on the transom, which means we’ll finally be legal. Yay.
Here’s a bizarro story from work. I made a comment to some friends that my new debit card’s last 4 digits is my birth year. One of them went ballistic, saying I was at risk for identity theft. She went on and on about how everything about me is on the internet and just by saying 1954 is my birth year, I’m asking to have my identity stolen. :rolleyes:
So just for giggles, last night, I did a Google search on my maiden name. The only family members who came up were my brother (2 entries) and my dad (a memorial entry from when he died.) Then I tried some geneology searches. I *think *I found my paternal grandfather and his brother, but I wasn’t going to pay to find out for sure. Now granted, I’m not in the business of finding people, but when I couldn’t even find myself, well, so much for identity theft…
I should mention that this particular person is, um, well, a nutcase…
Hey folks! Thanks to you all for the good wishes; the pulmonary specialist said I’m not so bad (LOL, well, 30 plus years of smoking considered) but thinks most of my problem is due to my … obesity. Well now, if that isn’t an incentive to lose weight, I don’t know what is! My taste buds and “oooh, that’s some good tasting stuff!” hormones or whatever are just going to have to learn new ways, I guess. At least the actual taste of low/no fat foods has gotten better lately. The doctor did prescribe a different inhaler for me, a combi one that combines two different meds.
Hello Meeks! It sure is good to see you again. Hope you drop in more often! 
Taxi I’m purposely -not- looking at the recipe for those brownies … too tempting! 
But they do sound very delicious.
My tummy is grumbling; I gotta find some fresh veggies to eat, I guess. 
Later, y’all!
twicks I specifically did twickster cause I knew you’d do a vanity search and find that post. Just like you’ll find this post.
Spaz CR must be punished. I suggest takin’ his car keys and makin’ him drive a Yugo for the next two weeks. That’ll learn him!
taxi the brownies sound nummy. Plus, I got me a gnawin’ and a cravin’ for a brownie.
Ok, off to do other stuff like stealin’ MOOOOOM’s identity by typin’ in 1954 all over the 'net.
Hiya.
Am home. Stopped on the way to grab some supplies to make dinner… I’m making lemon pasta with asparagus and scallops, so scallops were picked up today to make sure they’re fresh (because me and food poisoning are not friends).
Moooom, obviously, you need to call the credit card company right away and tell them to issue you a new card number that doesn’t have any obvious guessable numbers in it at all. None. BTW, can you send me your Social Security number when you get a chance? I’m just doing a random survey for no particular reason at all.
taxi, those brownies sounds Teh Yum. They’re just begging for a little chili to give them a little extra je-ne-sais-quoi, though… I haven’t made brownies in forever, which means I have no excuse not to have a go at these on the weekend, possibly with some dried ground chipotle.
I do believe you’d have a case for justifiable homicide, Spaz. Or at the very least, a severe beating by trout.
I forgot to mention my big news. I am yet again undergoin’ a schedule change at work. This one I like. Not that I’ve bemoaned the others, mind you, but this one is particularly to my liking. Beginning April 13th I will work 6:30 am - 3 pm M - F. See, we’re slowly but surely switchin’ to a 24/7 operation and also converting to a new billing system across all markets. Apparently there are a derth of people willing to come in to work for the earlier hours right now, so I’ll be the honcho qa person for that shift, meanin’ I get to ride herd on qas and tech assistants. Sounds like fun don’t it. Oh and there is the matter of more money which I am always for. So YAY!
Ok, I still have lots of teh internets to go in my quest to destroy MOOOOOM’s identity by usin’ 1954 as my secret code. Good thing she has class tonight and will not learn of my evil plot until it’s too late.
BWAAAHAAAHAAAHAAAHAA!!!
Retail therapy worked. I found a pair of “Organic Cotton” jeans at shudder Wal-Mart for $15. I checked Tarzhay first, but they didn’t have anything in my size. I did find a cute purple dress and some neat denim skirts. When my money comes in, I’m gonna have to go there and get some dressy clothes. And then I’ll have to go to Shoe Carnival to get some cute ballet flats. My feet are too wide for Tarzhay shoes.
The Little Old Southern Lady in Archiving Work brought a strawberry cake with her today. I first heard about it when She Who Runs the Place and Our Very Own Dwight Shrute were heading to lunch and told me there was a cake coming. Then my Former Crazy Supervisor came by the break room twice anticipating the cake. (His wife doesn’t allow sweets in the house so he gets his fill of Krispy Kreme and other birthday treats at work.) Finally the call came. I got the honor of going downstairs and getting The Cake from LOSL’s car and bringing it upstairs. A crowd formed. LOSL cut The Cake and began serving it. I left an hour later and three-quarters of The Cake was gone. It was that good.
I love that she was downgrading the cake. She kept saying it wasn’t moist enough. You could have ended a drought with that cake. I’m going to ask her for the recipe on Thursday.
blurf - I’m in delnquent mumper mode again - sorry 
not that I’m under the weather or anything (which I have been on and off for the last few weeks) or feeling paticularly blasé about anything - I just (uncharacteristcally) have had very little desire to sit at the puter - no apparent reason
Hopefully it’s only a phase.
How’s everyone else doing?
Yay for retail therapy! We’ll expect the cake recipe as soon as you get it. Also, here’s a clue-by-four for Corvette roommate. Please whap him upside the head for us.
Sounds like a great schedule change for you, swampy. I was wondering where you’d been, SO. I suppose we can allow the excuse.
Mmmmmmm, brownies, with cinnamon. I’ll have to try those.
I’ve seen capirotada on menus in Mexico, but never actually had it. I didn’t realize it didn’t have any eggs in it.
Glad the appointment went pretty well, tarra.
Tired - had a kind of long day that was interrupted to go to calling hours for a co-worker’s mother around lunch time.
Still pondering what to have for din-din. Suggestions?
GT
um, . . . food?
Definitely food. For dinner. Food is good.
Hee. It turns out that orange juice may be a gateway drug. I let Nat have some, diluted (about half) with water. He spent forty-five minutes clutching the cup, and cried if anyone tried to take it away. Mr. Lissar is going to blame his future addiction problems on me.
Anything but turkey!
I think DH thawed some London broil or some similar hunk of beef for tonight, even though there’s still more than half a coked turkey in the fridge.
Would that coke come from Colombia, or Etlanner? :dubious:
[Foghorn Leghorn]
That’s a joke, son…
[/Foghorn Leghorn]
home, watching hockey, drinking a martini. I need it after Gordie took me for a [del]deathmarch[/del] walk after work. He pulled the scoop out of his bag of food and ate it.:dubious:
LiLi, did you put vodka in his OJ? That might explain his love for it.
rosie, I just had a vacation that was neither quiet, nor peaceful, an that’s a great thing.
spaz, I always prescribe retail threapy(surprise, surprise). You should just take a clue by four to Corvette Roommate, and possibly his car.:mad:
taxi, I’m having salmon and soba noodles for dinner.
Oh, Mooooommmmmmm!, this is what i get when i Google my name. none of those is me.
Update: Gordie dumped both of his water dishes on the kitchen floor, and carried them into the living room.