Attention Haze: Koreans in space!
That’s awesome! A recipe blog! I think I might have to write down some recipes (both to send in and to copy off).
Morning. Found the pants, cleverly hidden in the middle of Mr. Lissar’s clothes. :squints suspiciously:
I’m supposed to be off grocery shopping with QD’s Best Friend today. Giving her a call in a few minutes. Exciting.
Cooooool. I’m glad they sent a woman up there. Originally it was a man, but he broke a rule or something or other and they replaced him.
I suggest taking Diggy McNoCall and rubbing his nose in the broken lines. “DO YOU SEE THIS? Do. You. See. This. That’s a NO. NO.” I’ve done it to my dog and I can guarantee it works.
Hoorays for good news. Sympathy for bad news. Pants gnomes redeployed to LiLi’s house.
Chapter Three (part two): In Which The Judges Go On “The List”.
Saturday started off much better. I slept well (for the four hours I actually slept), and our breakfast was a real, full breakfast with eggs and bacon (as opposed to the “Continental” ones we’ve had in years past - the chorus eats breakfast together and then rehearses for an hour or so - the Full American Breakfast is about $5/person more expensive than the carbs-carbs-more carbs one, and the chorus tries to keep expenses down)
Getting ready (getting into costume, having hair and makeup checks, choreography fine tuned, etc) went without a hitch. We rehearsed some more. We primped for the Official Photo. We posed for the Official Photo. Then I (in my mobility scooter) and Syl (with her walker) headed to the elevator while the rest of the chorus went up the one flight on the escalator (which is what all choruses do). The ‘sherpa’ (some of the host chorus’ husbands come along and help out with the shuttling of choruses back and forth during the actual competition) pressed the button for the one floor trip and then the power in the elevator went out. The ‘sherpa’, Syl and I were stuck in darkness. Fortunately (or not, since the hotel knew about the problem and hadn’t fixed it) the hotel had shown the host chorus how to fix that should the situation arise, and Syl & I made it in time.
We sang our hearts out - we sang better than I’d ever heard us. Many people told us as much when we came off stage. We did not win the Most Improved ribbon. We did not place in our division. We came in 11th out of 13, and the 13th chorus had dropped out at the last minute. Several key people (the directors of the choruses who had already performed) told our director that we deserved much better than the judges gave. The Judges are on “The List”.
Hi!
(((beebs)))
Bye!
Judges suck, rosie. Kill all the judges!
I was just re-reading an essay I wrote in undergrad. I can’t believe I got an A on it. I would have given myself a B if I had been feeling generous.
Chapter Four: In Which I wrap everything up.
After the competition, we changed back into normal clothes, took all the make up off (I took before and after photos) and went down to cocktail hour. I ordered an appletini and sat with members of the host chorus. They told me they thought the judges were screwy. Then we talked about their upcoming trip to Hawai’i for International Competition (since they won last year - this year’s winner goes to next year’s International in Nashville, TN). Dinner was good, but not great. The Show Of Champions was okay - but (and I may be a rarity in the organization) after a while, enough is enough. So I went upstairs to our hospitality suite early. (each chorus has their own suite for hanging out) We sang a bit, told jokes, played with W’s new toy robot puppy, ate, drank, ate some more, drank some more - by now the show was over and more of us were crowding in to this room. The newbies did their skit (a hazing of sorts) and then the quartets started filing in. I took a video of my favorite quartet, but the audio didn’t work. More quartets, more wine, more cheese, and finally, at about 2am, off to sleep. Friend and I got up early, checked out, loaded the car, had breakfast, and waited for the Mass Sing, which is the final event of the weekend. As the lobby fills with everyone checking out and waiting for the choruses’ buses,the directors go up to the mezzanine and from the rail, direct the entire assemblage in songs we all (are supposed to) know. It always sonds great, because the acoustics are so good with all the shiny polished surfaces, and the high ceiling. Then Friend and I got back in the car and drove home, no stops, in just over two hours. The Karma Gods were very kind to me on my last three road trips, traffic wise, but the yang to that yin was my hotel experience this trip. Such is life. Now I MUST do my taxes.
Well, off to have the boobies squished.
Got a funny spot to follow up on- I’m sure it’s nothing, and will find that out today.
Mornin’ all.
Yay for recipe blogs! Thanks,McUne. Boo for not being able to look at it at work. 
I’m sorry you didn’t do so well, Rosie.
mcune, faaaaaaabulous recipe blog!
rosie, stoopit judges!
nava,good luck with the “local” job!
rigs, your recipes are a hoot!
Have I overdone the exclamation points today???
I just tried to book my reservations for the “Last Supper” in Milan…because you need to make them two months in advance. Unfortunately, they are not booking anything beyond June 30. 
:rolleyes:
I just tried to book a dining room for my boss’ retirement party at the end of May. Unfortunately, the person I need to talk with isn’t in yet? :rolleyes:
Today isn’t my day. Maybe it’s yours.
Tupug
That’s terrible, rosie! Can you run any of them over with your scooter? Death by scooter… be sure to leave treadmarks.
Spazcat–I am still laughing over Diggy McNocall over here.
I slept like a princess and had a strange (erotic) dream about the husband of one of my friends, but he was called another friend’s husband’s name. My brain can be very odd. The one with the name I consider hot. The one in the dream… not so much. wth? Even my subconscious sabotages my attempts at getting lucky.
Did all my errands last night so now I am FREE. I am liking book 4 o’ the Otori; it involves his daughters–I like a good girl soldier story. I need to order my cap and gown and thingy that they strangle you with after you walk across the stage.
If Da Vinci Code is anything like what Amy Tan did, I say burn her. BURN HER, I say!
janglehugebell: <gets running start; lands a swift kick on the backside> Get a better job already! There’s bad times a-comin’, I reckon.
It’s roast beef and Yorkshire pudding tonight.
See, LiLi. Mr Lissar DID try to make off with the pants. Perhaps he mistook them for shorts? 
The blog looks great, McUne. Those recipes are giving me a serious case of the munchies now… and it’s a whole hour and a half before I can nibble on my balsamic chicken and smooshed N.O.T.
And y’all aren’t helping with all the new recipes you’re posting. I’m gonna be gnawing on my paperwork in a few minutes at this rate, just to shut up my grumbly tumbly.
I was up and at work for 7:30am. Most grudgingly, might I add.
If anyone needs me, I’ll be napping under my desk.
Can I come to yours for dinner?
I have precisely 2.5hrs when I get home in which to see/chat to/pay the veg man, bake a cake, make cups of tea, cook dinner, eat dinner, do dishes and get ready to go out for beerverages. Blue-arsed fly, meet your match!
I think the blue fly will win, eventually. And yes, come to dinner. Would you make the gravy?
Off to do stuff and then READ. Oh, and I get pretty again today. Hair appt this afternoon.
Morning, all. I am here. No killer swans around, fortunately. No judges, either, which is fine by me. Judges generally need killin’ anyway, so go for it, Rosie.
Blog looks good – not being a cook if I can help it, I’ll just keep an eye on it for something Papa Tigs might like to fix me for dinner. (If I want dessert, I’m on my own; he’s not a sweets person, which is good since he’s also diabetic.)
It’s grey and chilly and gloomy again here. I need sunshine and warmth, dammit! I want to go back to New Orleans, where it was sunny and warm 99% of the time! Or somewhere else warm, like Hawaii! Phooey. I hate grey and chilly and gloomy.
Am I grumpy enough for y’all today?
Blog has been updated with the following recipes so far today:
~Blue Cheese and Rocket Penne
~Pepperoni Cheese Bread
~Peanut Butter Chocolate Brownies (Dotty I stole your picture of the brownies, I hope that’s ok. I’m not stealing your bandwidth though. :D)
~Operation Eat Me Cake
~Damn Good -n- Easy Chili
~Really Easy “Chili”
~Versitile Veggie Melange
~Cheddar Bay Biscuits
~Softest Ever Bread Machine Bread
Keep the recipes and suggestions coming people. I think we are getting a very good collection going!
I did add the link to the Pioneer Woman Cooks blog as well.
I don’t think I missed any recipes from today…if I did let me know.
In othernews, I’m [del]up to no good today[/del] off again today. Have a doctor appointment this afternoon. Also need to make buns. The dough is already in process. Laundry should be done as well.
Missed the edit window.
Also adde are:
~Swampbears Cheese Crisps. Are these an appetizer?? As far as a category goes…
~Beer Cheese Soup or Cheesy Beer Soup or Beery Cheesy Soup or Soupy Cheesy Beer
~Cheesecake Brownies
McUne, I just PM’d you a bunch more, including rigs’ Beer Cheese Soup and swampy’s Cheese Crisps. No probs with the photo-stealing! 
There should be a pic of the Pepperoni Cheese Bread floating around the net, as well. I will hunt it down and PM you the link. Oh wait, here it is!
Home from work. Only 1 lousy day to go! Wheeeeeee! Tomorrow night we shall eat crappy Mexican food and drink margaritas straight from the jug! Wheeeeeeeee!
I actually spent a large chunk of my day reading old MMPs - it started out as a search for the PB Brownies recipe, which by the way, was around the same time as HRH had her two-week long river of sh*t. Ahhhhh, memories!
ETA: McUne, I see you got 'em!
NEVER, and I mean NEVER put any reference of peanut butter or chocolate in a post about a river of shit. I’m watching you, Dotty.
where is my pork pizza recipe? <off to check blog. do I have to do EVERYthing around here?>
I’m making my heavenly cookies in about 15 minutes. Life is good.