I wish I had some good soup. Canned chicken noodle is just not good enough.
Can you doctor up the Chicken Noodle, Coyote? Add a little tomato paste or tabasco (or both!). Or lemon juice. Or veggies.
Sorry things aren’t going so well, taxi. Hope things sped up so that you could make it to your potluck.
Home from book group and trying to convince myself to be sleepy. That usually takes a while, but I’ve been tired most of the day.
Off to sleep, I hope.
Hugs.
GT
Should be asleep, but instead I’m posting this year’s Valentine exchange. You know you wanna participate!
I’m home at the VunderLair. 500 miles driving in a day sucks big time.
ETA: VWife wanted me to buy that particular house on the spot, too. The real estate woman and I both had to tell her “HELL NO!”
I’ve had a very monarchic night (spent half of it on the throne), and thought it was linked to the gastritis of last weekend - but, judging from conversations overheard at work, it’s linked to having had the “don’t ask meat in beige sauce” from the cafeteria. It sort of makes me feel better about my general health, but at the same time it’s another item in the list of “reasons why having to eat there sucks.”
One of my bosses, the one who’s only been here for two months (one of which had two weeks when everybody was off) seems to think that “we should stay late when there’s some sort of rush” translates to “we should stay late, despite it being against oft-repeated company policy, whenever we are expecting a response on something”. First, that would mean “every day”; second, I can’t wait until someone finally pokes him about always coming in two hours late 
G’morning all! I didn’t go in yesterday due to the snow/sleet/freezing rain here. I use a rollerator/walker so am not all that mobile and when there’s ice, the chances are great that I’ll slip and fall. So it’s better not to test it out. Now, however, I have cabin fever! 
Oh yes, after the initial success of being able to get thru to the network at work, I was totally frustrated in my attempts yesterday. Which means that I probably have a boatload of emails awaiting me. Blargh!
Well, the good news is that today is Wednesday, right? 
Nava, hope your tummy is better today; I had a bit of gastritis yesterday too. I guess I must have eaten something that was a bit past it’s due date. 
Have a good day all!
Good Mornin’ Y’all! Up and caffienatin’ on a warmish but drizzly mornin’. YAWN
Hope both of you are feelin’ better Nava and Herbs.
Coyote I haven’t eaten canned chicken noodle soup in forever. As a matter of fact I can’t remember when I’ve eaten any kind of canned soup since soup is one of those easy to make things. Tonight’s dindin will be beef veggie soup again except I think I’ll make grilled cheese sammiches to go with cause soup and grilled chese sammiches is an ultimate comfort food.
Glad you’re back home BBBobbio. Are you gonna have a place to stay in Merrylande when irk gets started there? Otherwise that sounds like a way long commute!
Off in search of more caffiene and brekkies prior to the commencement of irk purtification.
Happy Hump Day Y’all!
It is very dark out. It’s theoretically morning. Yawn.
I feel pretty good today (for a change!) I’m sorry for all you sickies.
The scale said I lost another pound. And people are saying that they can see weight loss in my face.
I slept very well last night, and that’s probably why I feel good. But that scale is working it’s magic on me, too. I’m motivated to keep up the exercise.
Happy Hump Day!
Speakin’ of things I abhor, sneakin’ in a post from East Albeeeny Medical Center.
The welcomin’ ceremony for the President (is that right?) of China is on the teevee. Do they not teach the talkin’ heads how to speak at talkin’ heads school? I swear every other utterance is uhhh…uhhh…uhhh… AARGH!
I’ve just had the pleasure to say “no, thanks” to a letter for a job with my former Swiss client. I suddenly feel soooooo much better about the current ones: even when they do crazy stupid stuff, I can understand the reasoning behind it - I disagree with it, but I know what fear prompted the idiocy. And most of the time they’re pretty nice and reasonable, as can be attested simply by the fact that I don’t whine about them daily
Hi slip thud ow. Too much ice 'round here
Nava I’ve always considered less than daily whineage to be a sign of a good irkplace.
Be careful out there Rosie!
The talkin’ haids on teevee are still uhhhin’ away.
I won’t mention, then, that it’s presently 68 degrees F here, supposed to go up to 75.
Personally, I think 75 is too hot. I like it between 60 and 72.
I remember than when footballer Michel (not sure of his lastname, I’ve always known him by firstname only, he’s ex-Real Madrid) got hired as a comentator, Littlebro remarked “good, he speaks better than most reporters!” And he does, there have been times when he was transmitting a match with two other guys and… yeah, the one who did not hum, hew and ham, nor give the wrong name, was the ex-footballer :smack: Like in any other professions, sometimes you run into people who apparently won their degree at the county fair’s raffle, but reporter is certainly a more public job than most.
Last January 5th, one of the TV channels was showing a blurb on the preparations for Madrid’s Magi Parade that night (those parades are very common throughout Spain) and the reporter was wearing what I’d think of as “summer but not burning clothes”. Then her evidently-Eastern European name came on (vacation period: apparently the guy doing titles was an intern). When I mentioned it, Littlebro, who watches a lot more TV than I do, said that she’s certainly improved a lot since she started: at first her Spanish was correct but evidently foreign, now… heck, if I hadn’t seen that -ova I would have been ready to believe she’s from Ávila. I think that’s cool, love it when you see people do a good job and that it pays.
rosie, don’t break anything please, specially yourself. We like you in one piece.
Now that little miss is 9.5 months old (already!? what?!) I managed, for the first time in about a year, to meet a dear friend/co-worker for Girls’ Night Out. It was fun, but also funny, in that we were home before 9:30 pm, even after I stopped for milk and bread on the way. I guess we’re just getting too old to be party girls!
And it’s back to work tonight, with all of my good intentions to catch up housework flying out the window… At least I made some progress on the mountain of laundry - now it’s more of a molehill.
Up and feeling better today. Not quite my normal self still a bit weak and pathetic but much better.
Soup will be for supper tonight as that is about all I am up for.
Good luck house hunting bobbio
Later!
We got an extension on the work deadline (which is looking like we’re not going to meet as it creeps closer and closer today and I’m not getting any updates) so I was able to dash out of here at 6 (pot luck started at 6:30 with what I thought was a half-hour drive), run home, throw together a salad, and get back on the road. The drive was actually more like 20 min so I got there before 6:45. They were just starting to eat. The host had made eggplant parm and veggie lasagna, two of us had brought salad, and there were veggies and dip and hummus. It was seriously good. And made me feel so much better to get out, talk to people, eat, and sing. Singing is good for the soul.
The potluck was at a big house which had two kitchens. Two kitchens! I’m imagining never having a mess left in my kitchen. Being able to put something where I want it and have it stay there! No disappearing ingredients or misplaced utensils. It’s like a dream.
Hope the sickies feel better and good luck house hunting bobbio!
I don’t dust either. I just don’t see the point. I mean, I’ll get rid of cobwebs, but besides that, I don’t really care.
I actually like vacuuming and doing the dishes, mainly because afterwards you really see the difference. I hate mopping the floor. I also hate doing the bathroom.
DIAN PIAV! (the rallying cry of the Mensa folks I hang with)
Dust is a noun; Party is a verb.
eta - of course, there was my spin on it: Party is a verb, dust is a noun, 'til you add water, then it’s a mess