Laundry #1 is tumblin’, tumblin’, tumblin’ away, while Laundry #2 gets its turn at a nice bath.
(I do still hafta put clean stuff back on the mattress & pillows, one of my least-favorite chores.)
Bin has been retrieved, and I decided the poopin’ box wasn’t even in bad shape and simply gave it a good scoopin’ out.
I even got a wild hair & performed a bunch of K.P. so I suppose I’ll be kicked outta my own O.P. now, for doing somewhat the opposite of sloth.
Am considering rewarding/consoling myself with a quick spin up to the local hot dog place. My idea of an ideal dog would be appalling to many (ketchup, onions, and optionally a bit of shredded cheese, but no chili and definitely no relish or mustard) but it would get me outta the house for a bit.
… could even stop for that damn Rice-a-Roni on the way (back).
Of course, by the time I get home - just watch - I won’t want it anymore.
On the other hand, Future Shoe will want some eventually.
The HBO series, ah, meandered significantly away from the books.
The book series sort of … piddled off mid-stream, and for a while I was eagerly awaiting the next installment. At this point, I’d hafta re-read at least the most recent 2 to get a feel for the book universe again.
May I ask how you cook them, if it’s just those parts on their own?
Aw, man, now I kinda feel bad. It’s like seeing that one kid standing off to the side watching everyone else play.
Does this basically mean, “Cross that bridge when you come to it?”
Afternoon all. Have a shiny new BJ’s card, have shopped and swam, and got the latest, greatest COVID shot, so the day has been fairly busy. Soccer practice is in about an hour, then will let Mickey D’s handle dinner.
Thanks for the info on the Big Discount places. We have Costco and Sam’s but they are 25 minutes away and like you note, probably not worth the time and effort. This place is only 4 miles down the road and as I noted, the annual fee was only $55, so I should be able to make that up with bits and pieces along the way. And if I don’t, I’m not out all that much.
wet one, take care, stay dry, and here’s a smiley for your Mood…
FCM, he’s supposed to be writing a sequel to “A Song of Ice and Fire” which the Game of Thrones is supposedly based on, but it’s been many years and no book is forthcoming.
nellie, sounds like a frustrating day.
Never have used Instacart, but if the plague should return, I’ll consider it.
OK, need to get ready for the 11-year old onslaught. Take care all.
IMO mustard and relish are disgusting, suitable only for throwing away. You (well me actually) certainly should never put that stuff on food. A proper 7-11 rollerdog has ketchup only, or else great piles of jalapenos stategically glued in place with a dab or two of ketchup. At a real hotdog stand with real condiments, it’s chili & jalapenos. Brats are had with kraut and only kraut. Onions depend on my mood.
Meantime, congrats on all that useful houseirk. And don’t forget the rice-a-roni; you know you’ll be jonesing later.
So did you shop there, just wander around inside bemused, or eat any of their “interesting” vendor food? Enquiring minds and all that. Seems odd / silly to go and pick up your card without at least sampling the place. But you may have been in a hurry.
Me too. In fact, I used to have the very first MMP bookmarked, but it got lost when I changed computers, or something. I don’t know. I do remember it was summer of 2001.
I had smoked a whole bird, then hacked it up into dinner-sized hunks, roughly a quarter of a bird per bag. So all I had to do was nukelate it to warm it up.
The nearest Costco is about 25 miles away, Sam’s is a mile or two closer. BJ’s is 15 miles away. We had a membership to BJs when they first opened, but I found that sales at FoodLion were essentially the same price as at BJ’s. Plus there being just 2 of us, mega-sizes were kinda stoopit purchases.
Speaking of FCD - he called the hospital and talked to his brother. He must have been medicated because he was calm and apologetic. I think my sweetie is going over there tomorrow to try to talk to the Drs.
1a.) How do you deal with the avocado’s ridiculously short shelf life? The window between “rock hard” and “mush” is, like, 14 minutes.
Do you get the vacuum sealed kind?
2b.) What do you do with all those egg yolks?
You’re asking a slacker to, what, do math? Dafuq, now I’m in charge 'round here? Ugh.
Pfft.
I’ll see your wind, and raise you “far away train whistle on a foggy night.”
(I just realized both involve whistling. Hmm.)
This is amazingly good advice, and I wish my parents had heard something like this when I was being pressured into selecting a career and thinking about college applications when I was 14.
Same people who think you can walk into a professional office building, apply for a job by filling out a handwritten form (bring your own pen!!) and walk out after half an hour & a handshake with a high $$ career and eventually, a gold watch after 20 years.
Plus your own secretary.
Pro tip 1: skip the 1st week, the line is usually insane
Pro tip 2: the Minis are yum
Must .. not .. clutch .. pearls ..
I hereby invite Mr. Martin to join the Slackers Club ™ and his invitation card will, uh, be in the mail shortly.
As soon as I finish writing it …
Beats hell outta the alternative.
How’s your MIL holding up? I hope knowing he’s stabilized made her feel at least a bit better.
shoe, I haven’t had Rice-A-Roni in years, hadn’t even thought about it. I’m up at 0200 on Monday morning, but have neither the time, nor the desire to start the MMP.
We just got a BJ’s here (like 5 miles from me). I’m not even interested unless they have better deal on Nelson’s food than Chewy.
Irked, came home, walked Nelson and et. Fixing to do KP, then mess around in the studio.
I slept on and off for roughy 7 hours. Got on my mumu and thinking about laying back down which means I have truly adopted a nocturnal schedule. Been fighting it all my life. Storming.
I can’t see “BJ’s card” without my mind snickering. Feel free to wash out my mind with soap. Better make it Lava.
I get the vacuum sealed kind. And I rationalize my wastefulness by citing my very small carbon footprint, since I’m sans car and walk so much.
No yolks! I get egg whites only in 6 little cartons that have a decent fridge life.
You could always get three more clocks.
That, in fact, is why I started telling my homies (homeroom kids) this in the first place. (Well, not because of your parents, though if I’d known them…)The district wanted kids to decide on career paths ASAP, preferably in utero. Some kids DO know what specific career they want early on. I mean, SOME of those kindergartners end up being firefighters, right? But most don’t, and some of the ones who do change their minds later.
All this reminds me of when the HS had kids use this career aptitude program. At the end, it gave them 3 specific career options. One kid’s were “building bird houses,” “jeweler,” or “landscaper.” She said, “I hate birds, I think jewelry is stupid, and I have hay fever. Now what?” I wanted to say, “Now you pick your stripper name!” but instead I said, “Now you know three careers you don’t want. Only 8,700 to go! Here, have some Hershey’s kisses.”
We went to a friend’s birthday party in a nearby state, then drove back yesterday in utter darkness and pouring rain with wind for hours and hours. It was my least fun driving in the last several years, I didn’t fall asleep until several hours into today. I have been fairly useless today, but also can’t fall asleep, so I’m reading They’d Rather Be Right, which is an old Hugo Award winner. If I remember correctly, it was the second Hugo. I am too tired to be productive at all, and also too tired too satisfyingly sloth, so I will just call this a waste of a day and try again tomorrow.
ETA: for what it’s worth, there are much better career and aptitude inventories than most high school guidance counselors use. I myself was quite good at career counseling testing and collaborative conversation with adolescents and young adults. Sometimes it’s worth checking online at your state’s employment office website to see if they have any useful materials available. The US Bureau of Labor has some pretty good tools online as well, including values based questions, not just self-report of aptitude.
nellie and shoe I started college thinking I was going to do pre med. Haaaahaaa! That lasted about 2 weeks into school. Chemistry at 8 AM on the other side of campus? Hellll no! I did great in the labs, knew my stuff, but getting my sorry ass to the lectures wasn’t going to happen. Add in the calculus professor with a very thick Indian accent talking about “higher hour* derivatives” at 9 AM. (apologies to all with Indian accents) Just no. Switched to the polar opposite of pre-med and became a theatre major.
*power
As to me, was a nice quiet day in the shop, prepping stuff for the idiot assistant to do tomorrow. IE making blanks for the CNC to process. Plus doing a bunch of drawing. Do you know how hard it is to draw the bow of a boat on a computer? There’s too many curves going in too many directions. Heh. that’s what she said
I haven’t had rice a roni for years and got a craving for it a couple of months ago. It didn’t match my memories, much too salty IMHO and I’m the sort who salts bacon.
I’m scheduled for covid shot tomorrow, have any of you folks been advised to exercise your arm after getting a shot to help get the vaccine circulating? They made us do push-ups after the group vaccines and then I would sometimes do standing push-ups after getting shots and sometimes I wouldn’t. I did notice that there was much less soreness if I exercised than if I didn’t so I got into the habit of exercising because I’m a weenie. Of course, being a weenie is why I’m not sure if the exercise really helps or if it just makes me think it helps.
Today I got bit by the baking bug when I saw a recipe for those crinkle chocolate cookies MIL used to make. Not having her recipe, I thought I would try this one and got started. I wasn’t paying proper attention so added the sugar with the dry ingredients instead of creaming it with the eggs. I didn’t notice until the dough didn’t feel right and was going to pitch it and start over but hubs stopped me because he didn’t think it make a difference.
I warned him that I thought the sugar didn’t mix properly and the texture would be off, but finished that batch anyhow. While I was weighing out the cookie dough, the scale battery died (of course) and a search commenced through the pantry for batteries before I could continue. I didn’t think we had any, hubs was pretty sure we did and happily he was right.
I also made another batch correctly and as predicted, there is a noticeable difference. Hubs proclaimed both batches worth eating, but agreed that the second batch tasted like his mom’s so I’ll keep that recipe.
Egg yokes freeze. Plop them into an ice tray, freeze them for a day and then put in a freezer bag to free up the ice tray and freezer room.
I am so very sorry for the children of parents who don’t support education. While some people aren’t cut out for college, trade schools can really help a young person’s future.
I hope you don’t have a super stressful week and will cross my fingers that someone besides you is wearing their big kid panties this week.
Oh yeah, that makes up for anything!
I don’t like their chicken, I think it tastes like pickles. They do make good waffle fries and mac and cheese.
You are the awesomest teacher I’ve ever heard of. You might look all prim and proper with your old-school moniker, but your mind is in totally the right place: the gutter along with me.
My experience of HS career guidance was that it was worse than useless. Like that stripper girl, it wanted to pigeon-hole me in directions I couldn’t care less about. Fortunately I had the screw-you attitude necessary to ignore everything the school grumps had to say.
@susan I hope the party was at least fun & you saw some interesting people. Long drives in the rain suck. But I bet you’ll sleep awesome tonight.
I was Electrical Engineering / Computer Science. Most of our TAs were Arab or Iranian. Nice guys but not good with English. My favorite word of theirs was “Ray-ZJEES-torr”. By which they meant “register”, a functional component within a computer CPU. The fact “resistor”, a passive electronic component, was what it most sounded like they were saying, was sorta kinda in context, but was utterly wrong didn’t help. I think it took me 3 or 4 lectures to tumble to what he was saying. Not good. Not good at all.
I too slept through one whole semester of all-early classes, lacking the foresight to withdraw when it should have been obvious from the git-go I’d not attend a single lecture all semester. My GPA was un-flattered by the consequences, but I graduated on time with my subsequent career not much the worse for wear.
Never heard of such a thing & just got my COVID yesterday and flu the day before.
Congrats for almost-right cookies. One of the best parts about slightly goofed up baking is that a) you still get to eat it, and b) it has no calories; the mistake offsets them completely.
As to me:
It sprinkled lightly from otherwise sunny warm skies while I was balconatin’ during the afternoon. Like the cat, I was hiding out there from the Roomba as it slowly patrolled the combined kitchen / dining / living area of the apartment. They’re not very loud, but they are irritating. And it’s far too cold inside our apartment for my comfort. Once the Roomba was banished to a bedroom I came inside and promptly napped an hour in my recliner. Yaay naps!
Along about dinner time it rained lightly but continuously so we decided to drive someplace vs walk. But where? Aye, there’s the rub. After considerable debate that would make Chip and Dale proud (“No, after you”) we settled on a nearby mid-scale Italian place. Off we went on wet streets as the rain quit again and the sun blasted down through transparent air between painfully shiny bright white clouds.
I had a nice chard and a baked ziti w 4-cheese mix that subbed their whole wheat spaghetti for the default semolina ziti. It was delicious and ginormous. Imagine a 12" diameter 1+" deep dish Chicago style 4-cheese pizza, but teleport the bready crust out from under and insert a bed of spaghetti instead. Ooey, gooey, chewy, and great fun.
I ate 1/4th of it & stopped because I was full, not because I was worried about ODing on carbs. Her Ladyship had lobster ravioli in a cream sauce which she pronounced “OK”, which is not a term of approval. Oh well, better luck next time. She has enjoyed other meals here before.
It rained crazy with major lightning while we ate, but indoors in the grossly excessive air conditioning we were unaffected. Good thing I was wearing 2 shirts and a sweater; lest I freeze solid. By the time we were done w dinner the rain had slowed to a trickle, the sun had set, and we drove home with wet streets and full gutters.
Now here later my BG reading is quite reasonable; no dietary concerns there. I’ll be eating that stuff for days. Yumm!!1! There shall be further Dopification, a single malt is slowly dwindling, and I’m yakking w my pals here & over txt.
Just set up a Big Boy lunch IRL on Wed with a friend. Should be fun.
Happy evening to all, and to all a good sleep! But especially susan and taters who mostly skipped sleeping last night.
Evening all. Soccer has been practiced and I even got a little running (well, walking fast) in since we had only 9 kids there so they needed a tenth for some of the drills. They are good kids and seem to get along well with each other, but they do like to talk, mostly when their loveable coach is trying to make a point… Mickey D’s provided the evening sustenance so it’s internettin’, readin’. puzzle-solving and tackleball to round out the evening.
To be honest, it was mostly curiosity (and several mail-ads) that led me to get the BJ’s card…haven’t been a “Club” shopper in a long, long time, and the annual cost and distance seemed to be reasonable. As for stopping by there as Pilot suggested, well, the site doesn’t open until Mid-November, when I should be on a cruise ship, so it’ll probably be December before I get over there to case the joint.
shoe, except for the onions (I prefer pickles), I could get along with that hot dog.
FCM, hope the meds are something the BIL can and will take (if they are affordable).
suzie, have driven in weather like that, and I concur, ti is no fun at all. Haven’t read that SF story and have been meaning too, need to see if I can pick it up (been reading some of my old SF, some James White ‘Hospital Station’ and Lloyd Biggle’s ‘Jan Darzek’ novels).
JtC, got my COVID shot at the CVS today, no advice on exercise or even sticking around the store to see if there was a reaction, just ‘see ya’. Right now I feel fine and arm is not achy at all.
My vocational survey came up with Forest Ranger which was just what I wanted to do. And then I worked for the Forest Department for a year and learned it was just what I didn’t what to do because I don’t like working with the public and almost got in serious trouble for assaulting some big guy I caught kicking down the wall of some cliff dwellings. (I didn’t break anything this time and he was too embarrassed by getting smacked down by a short, skinny woman to go through with pressing charges. He did pack up and leave with a rather expensive ticket so I counted it as a win.)
Thanks! After screwing up the first batch of cookies and then the scale dying, I was pretty happy that the oven door didn’t fall off or anything. I’ve put a dozen in a zip-lock bag for the kids across the street, they don’t cook and are always happy to get baked items. I’m also going to bring NF a container of the good cookies, plus froze a bunch in small containers for hubs to find when he’s looking for something to snack on. I’ve eaten two of them and might eat another one, but my involvement with them is finished once I empty the dishwasher.
Agreed, just a few minutes is stressful, hours would wear me out for days.
I believe I have not eaten rice a roni. I do use the tune as a song for lager. The vet’s office gets quite the earworm after a lager visit. It does calm him.
It might entertain you to hear that I was a Faculty in Residence guest at a college where one of my activities was individual career counseling sessions. I had a lovely hour-long conversation with a young person who was putting themself through school by working as a sexual partner. They were particularly interested to know whether that might be a deal breaker for the career path that they had in mind, which did not involve sex for money as an ultimate job activity.
You might look all prim and proper with your old-school moniker, but your mind is in totally the right place: the gutter along with me. 
