Good morning, all.
Funny, I had a craving for cake this weekend. We had none, though.
I spent nearly the entire weekend playing FF 12. It is one of the most addictive FF I’ve ever played and even now I want to play more!
I didn’t work on my NaNoWriMo at all, and I’m hoping to get some work time in this afternoon on it. I was ahead, though, so I’m OK still.
Breaking glass and kicking ass…
SCL, frankly, I’m glad they kept her. I was thinking it was way too soon to release her, for exactly the reasons you stated above. I’m actually hoping they keep her for another full day, but we shall see.
Back to work…
Linky for yarn scandal. You can also search some of the knitting boards. Look for the multi-page trainwrecks.
Cake is tasty. It starts off with raspberry and has an almond finish. I think next time, I’ll make a raspberry glaze and sprinkle sliced almonds on top. ::passes cake around to everyone::
dots, hope you get enough quarters for the bus!
Damn, that sounds wonderful. You can’t go wrong with raspberries and almonds.
That’s me, baby! There’s only five of us female-types in a class of 26. I can’t believe one has made it this far - she’s a tiny little petite thing, very girly and scared of ladders and scared of the dark. She can barely stand up under the weight of an air pack.
If she makes it all the way to the end, I’ll be shocked.
Hi all, apparently I am still alive, lol. I have not read last week’s MMP, so I have some catching up to do today.
Great OP Jahdra, fortunately for me I was munching a banana-nut muffin so I didn’t have a cake jones going on looking at your photos. The scarf is gorgeous…my colors are green, purple and gold, so let me know where to send you my address, lol! Right now my #1 daughter and her best friends are into knitting, and making some nice stuff. I have let my knitting slide, but I have some scrumptious yarn and a new set of crochet hooks, and maybe when the remodel is done I will get to work with it. I was unaware of the cashmere scandle, but it doesn’t surprise me that manufacturers are skimping. I have to be careful when buying beading supplies for the same reason.
The kids are off to school, and the skiffman is moving all the stuff out of the living room ~ and complaining the entire time ~ so Jeff can come and lay the subfloor in preparation for laying the flooring, which is done inthe kitchen and looks fabulous. He also has to hang one more piece of sheet rock, tape, mud and texture that and another three short walls so we can finish painting before the flooring goes down. We are definetly on the downslope of this project, finally, but it looks good so I guess it has been worth it.
li-li this is a link to another site where Sampiro posted about his mom: Sampiro’s Mom’s Passing I am so glad to see him posting again, I have been concerned for him, and missing his stories.
I need to get my backside into the shower and then dressed before Jeff gets here, so I’ll close for now, but I’ll be back later. Happy Monday Cool Kids!
FCM, I forgot to ask in my earlier post: how did the kitty bank turn out? I’ve been looking forward to seeing it.
I already told the story in the last MMP about getting baptized filling the old POS tanker during our pump and dump drill last week, but if your imagination can’t fill in the details, I’ll tell you off-line to save everone else from being bored again…
Mindfield, you were right about the song. I’ve got it downloaded now.
I made brownies poured over sour cherries. I’ll have to quality-test them before taking 'em in to the starving co-workers.
Mr. Lissar had another Exciting Encounter with Teenage Skater Punks yesterday. He went outside to tell them they couldn’t skate between the apartment buildings, because it’s private property. They told him his was, like, the gayest man ever. He told them that that might be true, but they still weren’t allowed to trespass.
They said that no one else fuckin’ cares, and they ought to be able to skate.
There was a short discussion about them not ever coming back, Mr. Lissar contemplated breaking their boards, and they left, threatening to come back over and over.
Trip wires. At neck height.
When Mr. Lissar told me about it, he remarked that the tolerance, anti-homophobia, and anti-racism lessons don’t seem to be having any effect, as many of the kids in our area are intolerant, racist, homophobic, and stupid. We live in a pretty expensive area, with lots of overfunded and bored teenagers.
I suggest work camps. Maybe digging roads.
The pound cake sounds wonderful but isn’t tempting me today because over the weekend I made Magic Cookie Bars and some chocolate brownie cookies. And last night KeithT made Chex mix. No, that’s not a baked good, but I’ve overeaten enough that I’m just not interested in much today.
I had a dream over the weekend that we went to an outdoor concert with some friends, my parents and some friends of theirs. And one of the parental-types brought pot! :eek: And Mom was using it to make “special” chicken wraps. Like “special” brownies but in a sandwich. Dunno why. Very strange. My parents weren’t exactly ever the type to do that so it was just weird. But very funny. It’s going to be fun to tell Mom about that! 
My parents’ minister needs some prayers. He was in a very bad accident last week and is in serious condition in an induced coma. He’s a good friend of the family and we’re all very worried about him. Thanks in advance.
Thanks for the link to Sampiro’s thread. I hadn’t seen that and want to read it.
Well, at least you have the courtesy to move yourself and/or your luggage when you see the bus starting to fill up. All too often – almost daily, in fact – I encounter people who A) insist on sitting in the outer seat of a two-seater, leaving the window seat empty and blocked, and/or B) feel that their purse/bag/shopping/right leg is just as deserving of a rest in their own seats as they are, even when it’s packed tighter than Ted Haggard’s stool.
(Okay, that was bad. I apologise. :))
Oh, I forgot to mention this weekend’s encounter with Harry The Heavy-Thumbed Dispatcher.
Besides having a fetish for pushing as many pager buttons as he can, he’s also nearly unintelligible when he speaks. He sent a dispatch to all stations Friday night, and I ended up calling him directly on the phone to ask him what (the hell) he said.
Something about a closed road being re-opened to traffic. And I wasn’t the only one to call… :rolleyes:
So much intrigue for a Monday morning. I’ll have to ask my mother, whose idea of a good time in a new city is visiting the yarn stores, if she’s aware of the scandal and has any insights.
Attacks Husband sent me this webcomic- http://www.wondermark.com/d/166.html and in a spirit of pre-Christmas stuff, this one’s funny, too. http://www.wondermark.com/d/167.html
kai, thanks for the link.
The brownies are probably not poisonous. I’ve tested.
**Taters[/] continued prayers and good thoughts for MIL’s recovery.
taxi prayers and good thoughts headed out to pastor friend.
LiLi are you sure the brownies are not poisonous? Perhaps you should sample a couple more, you know, just to be really sure.
So, I’m here at work, in pre accreditation panic, wearing a white tshirt, rolled up jeans, white socks, slicked back hair and a pack of cigaretted rolled up in a tshirt sleeve. Why you ask? Cause today is the grand unveiling of the Official City of Albeeeny Christmas Ornament, which is the Arctic Bear which used to be a drive-in restaurant in days gone by. Thus, we are all got up like 1950s style hoodlums and skanks as the case may be. What the hey. I do get a Coke Float out of the deal, so there’s that.
Ok, off to surf for a bit (I need a break!) then back to panic mode.
Finally! They’re throwing my (and co-worker’s) 25th anniv party next wednesday - hot buffet and cake - and perhaps a present or two. Plus my annual review is coming up soon, and I’m guessing, unless they feel like being nice, I won’t be getting a raise because I’m already beyond the top of my tier. That’s why I didn’t last year, and TPTB haven’t done any salary restructuring in a few years. It sux because they won’t even give a COL increase, forget about a merit increase. Plus I think they’re going to give me a mediocre review this year - I’ve been a wee bit combatitive. But I think I’ve earned the right to be a little crochety. I’m underused and overburdened and they know it
Ya know–I wish I had ursus swampus 's social life.
Off to read a book until it’s time to take my daughter to the doctor. I am ignoring the yard work. I did finish the two papers (proofreading and citations) and they have been sent off. If only the OTHER mountain of work was also done…
no cake, no yarn over here.
Lisslar -IMO, you need to sample the whole batch–who knows? perhaps someone put ALL the poison into just one brownie? Twould be a selfless act of charity and honor. Really.
A white chocolate cuckoo clock? And is it supposed to show the right time more than twice a day, too?
Dunnow how well that will survive the trip, but I guess I’ll find out, if I ever find one suck clock 
Reactions have been interesting:
Lilbro is in London, comes back tomorrow but very late. So he knows I was interviewing but not the final result. His opinion is “save me a piece of your couch to sleep on.”
Bro didn’t even know I was interviewing. His reaction: “God, is there anybody in this whole world who’s worse at sitting still than my sister?” He thought that, since I’m now a homeowner, I’d grow roots, but once he considered things a bit he’s understood that this is “normal” for my line of work.
Mom is happy. Afraid that some day I’ll find me 46 years old and jobless (heck, I’ll start a candy shop or something! or a computer store, my hometown only seems to have one per one-hundred inhabitants or so), but happy. You see: when I was interviewing for the other Swiss job, and also had pending something from where she lives, she prayed to St Michael for “things to lead her to whatever is best for the eternal salvation of her soul.” And the local job turned out strange (they called me but for an ‘informational interview’ and thought I was a ‘hardware person’ - uhm, no) and this one is for a company that looks good on paper, but, specially, God must be about the only person on or off this Earth to whom Mom does not tell how to do his job! So, if St Mike says Switzerland, so it shall be.
Today I worked a grand total of 10 minutes, yet boss-who-pays wants me to stay for three weeks. We’ll see: I need to take the car to the garage for a “complete checkup thinking of driving in winter in the mountains”, and I don’t want to get to Switzerland on Sunday, dead tired, and then get to work on Monday and try to learn a bazillion names, no no no!
rigs just what social life do you imagine I have? Getting to serve coke floats? Ummm… that ain’t a social life, that’s bein’ a soda jerk. 
I can’t believe they’re entrusting me with ploppin’ scoops of ice cream in coke. I’m a slob. It’ll be slopped all over everywhere! Hey, it ain’t like they don’t know of my slobbiness already. If they can deal, so can I.
I’ve decided to not stress anymore until tomorrow.
You know, getting that petty about the size of a piece of cake just blows my mind. I really don’t care if someone gets 3 grams more of a piece of cake than me, or one more strawberry, and I can’t stand to be around people who think it’s worth fighting for.
We tried installing an over-the-range microwave this weekend. We measured the width and depth of where the new one would go, and went out and found what we wanted. We also stopped for dinner and some more home improvement browsing, so by the time we got home Saturday night, neither of us really wanted to spend a couple of hours installing the new beast.
Sunday afternoon we unpack it, and realize that we neglected to check clearance between the top of the stove and the bottom of the microwave. No dice - only 16 inches clearance, which is the minimum recommended but not a very practical distance. We figured out that the cupboard above the range is bigger than standard for that position. So since we can’t find a decent sized microwave that gives us enough clearance, the GF is deciding whether or not modifying the cabinets is an option.