Apparently he’s been told he needs to find somewhere else by the end of January. He’s showing no signs of looking though.
Anyway, I think I’m going out to the Asian supermarket. I think I might go buy some wasabi.
We could try, but my son might not be too happy with me if I do…
One of these days, I’m going to learn how to estimate things. Really.
Work is having a potluck holiday lunch tomorrow. I decided to make an Indian chicken and rice dish, using a recipe that a former coworker gave me. The recipe calls for 1 cup of cubed chicken and 1 cup of uncooked rice, and it doesn’t say how many it serves. Not uncommon for family recipes, I suppose.
I’m not sure how many pounds a cup of chicken is, but I buy 2 pounds because I’m sure that a cup is not going to be enough for the 4-6 servings I’m supposed to shoot for.
Picture me, happily slicing chicken breasts up and tossing squares into a 2-cup measuring beaker. Gosh, one chicken breast is 2 cups! Well, that’s not a lot of meat, I think, so I decide to slice up some more for another 2 cups. This only uses up half the chicken in the package, but I think to myself that 4 cups of chicken and 4 cups of (uncooked) rice ought to be enough, yes.
Then I think to myself, “Wait.” FOUR. CUPS. of UNCOOKED rice. That’s gonna be 12 cups of COOKED rice. It is at this point that I realize I’m going to need a bigger pot, and that I am likely to have massive amounts of leftovers, and that at some point I need to think very carefully about the consequences of scaling up recipes that include rice.
I am now waiting for things to cool off enough that I can start ladling it into storage containers for safe transport into the office. And I’m also wondering just how much time am I going to need to heat up what I take into the office in the crock pot I will also be taking in?
Well, it SOUNDS delicious. Maybe you can put it into two containers, serve one at the potluck (where it’s sure to be a hit), and offer the other one as a door prize.
Could be a thread on its own: driving at shopping centers. During the holiday season. Wrong way, oblivious, driving too fast…Jeeze.
It had to go in two containers, I didn’t have one that held 5 quarts all by its lonesome.
I just got back from heating those two up in microwaves, since multiple websites advise against using crock pots to reheat food. The food is nicely hotted up, and is now being kept warm in the crock pot.
And label it as toothpaste?
Okay, guy and girl in the cafe a table away from me - I see that you’ve brought a laptop and some work to do. And yes, I understand that you’re in love, and you like to kiss each other. I’m not some kind of weirdo who hates it when people kiss each other, but come on, is it really necessary to noisily kiss each other every few seconds like that? Just a tip - you might get more of your work done if you weren’t sucking face as much.
Oh, and I just found out someone’s been using my credit card. And only after I went to the bank this morning and paid off all the money I thought I owed on the credit card. Fuck it.
Though I did call the number I was supposed to, and they said they’d sort it all out.
"tis the season to deck the houses with Christmas ornaments. Which, unfortunately, means those tacky plastic inflatable decorations. Why do people buy those things, and then leave them deflated on their lawns so they look like piles of trash? You just turn the neighborhood into a junk heap.
Heh. We have some people like that nearby. Plus pretty much everyone else in the neighborhood goes in for the outline your entire house with lights and hang decorations on every tree in your yard and so on. We, OTOH, do not. In fact, we’ve figured out the bare minimum of effort we must put in to visibly celebrating the holiday so as to not get shunned as some sort of Christmas-hating weirdo household. To wit:
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Buy a pre-decorated wreath.
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Drape it over what is actually a flag pole holder beside our front door.
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There is no step 3.
Truly, that’s it. No lights, no figures, no candles in the windows. No tree or garlands inside the house. It’s just not our thing.
We both grew up in households that went way, way overboard on everything related to Christmas, and neither of us liked it. Plus not having children to encourage us to do the whole routine. So we’ve reduced our observance of the holiday to the above mentioned wreath and the baking (and eating) of lots of Christmas cookies.
Sweet Jesus in the manger…
Elendil’s Heir posted a link to a CNN story here.
The story includes an insert from facebook. The facebook part gets translated automatically, and when I tell it to show the original it shows half in English, half in mangled Spanish. Guess I should be grateful it’s reading my OS and not my location, I’d get the second half in mangled French.
Who the fuck thought that was a good idea?
Well I’m glad someone made space for kitty rants, 'cause that’s why I’m here. Last night somebody helpfully closed the door that my kitty uses to move around the house at night. A few minutes ago she nestled sweetly up against me, I thought, and as I drowsily enjoyed her proximity she took the opportunity to pee and poop in the bed. So pee on me, the bed, the down comforter…
So now I’ve stripped the bed and grabbed some temporary cover. I only get five or six hours of sleep a night, and I’m hoping that this rant will calm me down enough that I can get back to sleep, because I have a long day tomorrow.
Fucking cat.
Thank you for listening.
I hate insomnia.
I hate those things too. I especially hate it when someone’s done a lot of work on their Christmas decorations, and they have a lot of really nice decorations up, but then they also throw an inflatable into the mix, ruining the whole effect.
We have workplace safety officers who had First Aid training, and we’re supposed to call them if anyone gets hurt.
My department has between one and five actual physicians in it on any given day. And two nurses.
Yeah, I’m calling Fred from accounting if I need emergency medical help, rather than one of the doctors. :smack:
Fa-la-la-la-la - our credit card has been compromised! :mad:
My husband was trying to order some theater tickets for his parents and the card was declined. Last night, I ordered a gift for our daughter as well as tried to order a replacement part for our leaf mulcher. When I checked our credit card account, there were several large charges from WalMart pending - we didn’t buy over $900 worth of stuff from WalMart…
I just got off the phone with the fraud dept of my credit union. Some asshole tried to run up a bunch of charges on our card, including match dot com, some stuff in Singapore and Hong Kong, a couple of sites I never heard of, and the Red Cross. Gee, they were going to be charitable (not very, only $14) with our money. I’ll give the CU props for catching the fraud. To be fair, they tried to call me, but I didn’t recognize the number, so I didn’t answer. oooops.
Meanwhile, we’ve got to wait now for new cards - could be up to 10 days at the most inconvenient time of the year. At least we should have them before we head to Florida to see my husband’s folks. And we do have our debit cards, so we’re not going to be too inconvenienced.
Still, I need to check all of our automatic billing that had been going to VISA and change any that are coming up soon. Then I’ll have to change all of them when I get the new account number.
Worst of all, I had my old number memorized, so I didn’t have to pull my card out every time I ordered something on line. But now I worry about how someone got our account number. Dammit.
So, fraudsters, sit on a flaming Yule log and rotate vigorously!
Hey c’mon, you don’t want to risk getting major surgery when all you need is a bandaid 
You know how enthusiastic them docs can get!
Thank you, your post made me laugh out loud.
They must have read your mind. 
Sorry about the troubles. I had to get a new card and they even put a ‘rush’ on it and it still took about two weeks or so to get it.
Kind of an anti-rant: I’m finally smart enough to outsmart a cat. Missy the brat has to take pills. I’m a pro at pilling cats, but I’m also very lazy and didn’t feel like struggling with her. So, knowing that she would kill for deli chicken, I wrap her pills in a small piece of chicken and do it that way.
I can hear all of you cat owners saying that I’m not telling the truth because cats always manage to eat the treat and spit out the pill. OK, well, I’m not telling the whole truth, there is more.
I give her the spiked treat and show her that I have another one in my hand, which makes her almost swallow the first treat whole. If that doesn’t work, I offer the second treat to one of the hounds. (actually, everyone gets treats, she just gets her’s first)
So now I’m being all proud of myself for being smarter than an animal with a brain about the size of a peanut. :smack: