Steam them *and *peel them? Will they feed them to you, too, and wipe your chin when the cocktail sauce drips???
Some people…
I just ran by burger king for lunch to go. The guy asked if I wanted ketchup. Sure - I like ketchup. I got EIGHT packets for my medium fries! dang!!
Been up for a bit and for some reason I’m feeling nostalgic for chocolate crucifixes - one of the more common Easter candies when I was a kid. And since those were always a weird candy on many levels I have a feeling my brain is going to roam in strange directions all day.
Plant – reminds me of one of my old buddies from Ducks Unlimited. He has the reputation of being one of the best divorce lawyers in Pittsburgh. One of the things used as evidence of this is that his first two wives work for him and his current wife. Now THAT is a man who has a gift.
Can you hold on 'til Easter Moanday, aka Cheap Chawklit Day!!!?
I won’t be able to get cheap chawklit - I have to work, and by the time I’m off, they’re out of the good stuff. Sucks to be me, I guess…
That seems…unusual to me.
I did, however, place a Kosher symbol on the packaging of one.
Just got told we get 59 minutes administrative leave today for Easter, which is awful nice of them given I’m a heathen…so leaving in about 15 minutes.
Mmooooommmm, I’m with you on the Ketchup, I got 6 today at Mickey’s for a large fry…didn’t even ask and I don’t use ketchup on my fries. Guess the fast-food chains have some kick-back deal with the ketchup makers…
Think this weekend will be the formal bed comforter changeout, take the big heavy one (used in the cooler months) to the Dry Cleaners and then store it and bring out the Medium-sized one for the next six months or so.
swampy, if you’d like to come dust and sweep my house…
25 work days to go to retirement.
I bailed out about 2 hours early. I’d pretty much finished the stuff Dave left for me and it just wasn’t worth it to sit and do nothing till 3:30. On the way home, I claimed Higgs from the groomers. I haven’t done anything useful since coming home.
All in all, not a terrible work day. 
Plus I have 6 spare ketchup packets! WOOHOO!
Shrimpies have been procured along with a few more comestibles. 'Tis rainy out so that’s two in a row for the weather PTB. I need to figure out what veggie(s) to go along with the shrimpies. Maybe succotash and cheesey rice. Oh and I got a loaf of French bread some of which I shall turn into garlic bread for dindin.
MOOOOOOM the Pubic sto’ will steam and peal just for me. Me only. OK, for anybody who’ll pay extra. I like their Cajun style flavor plus to me it’s worth a couple extra bucks to get 'em pealed.
MetalMouse you couldn’t afford me. 
phew
My Federal refund has been deposited. Now I just have to wait for the NYS refund.
One hour to go before I get the massage I was SUPPOSED to have gotten at the beginning of this month. …I might fall asleep on the table.
Took a bit of a break from driving the new car - yesterday was a trek across the state to a conference, so got to use the company car (ooooh fancy) and today before work I had errands and heavy loads to shlep across to the next city over, so it was back to the workhorse car.
It’s been a good break, at least according to the tension knots in my shoulders, but I can tell I need to get back on the horse before much longer. I’ll probably practice some tonight again after I’ve been properly manually relaxed.
No freaking idea what dinner will be, but there’s a chance for alcohol - some workmates are basketball fans and so they’re going out for whatever team they’re happy about that is playing tonight. (Can you tell sports aren’t my thing?) but it’s nice to hang out with people and be social sometimes, and it’s amusing to watch people get really worked up about something I can’t even understand, let alone that I care about.
Mooomm I hates the little ketchup packets. Either we don’t use them for years, so I fill up an entire drawer OR when we open one it has spoiled and turn yucky. Extra special bonus - the kids drop them and step on them. My current rule is a small container in the cars, for emergencies, and NONE in the house. Ever. On pain of the wrath of my wrath.
Bulldog Try this in an empty parking lot. (I’m guessing you’re feeling pretty comfortable with gear shifts once you’re moving. It’s just getting it into first that stresses you out.) Back to the parking lot. A nice flat one. Sit there, car on, and practice getting it into first and then stop. I would suggest you try slowly (very slowly) releasing the clutch at the same time you slowly (very slowly) press the gas. There is a moment when the gear catches and you’ll start to move in gear. Keep repeating until you can feel that moment. Do this as slowly as you can. Why? 1) It will build your confidence that you can put the car into gear when you want to, 2) you’ll be able to put the car in gear when you want to, and 3) being able to put the car into first without gunning it forward is a very handy skill. For example, when at a light with a slight incline, I’ve been known to just keep it in gear while stopped, so I don’t worry about sliding backwards. Or shift it into gear this way, with parking brake on, so I’m engaged and ready to go when it’s my turn. Good luck.
Down to migraine conditions moderate today. It’s annoying, but I’m not in bed - WINNING!
Off to get Kid 1 from school. Boy child is running amuck in the neighborhood. May take a few minutes to catch him.
**Sunny **- what would constitute a ketchup emergency??
I just watched the 1944 version of Jane Eyre with Orson Wells, and a brief appearance by a 12-y/o Elizabeth Taylor. The dramatic music, was something else!
It’s been nice and lazy since being home.
I got two hours of what’s called “Facility Option” which means knock off work two hours early and still get paid. Yay!
Another hopeful yay is that the insurance company has approved the off-label use of a not yet FDA-approved chemo med for DH. “Cash” price for the stuff is said to be $178,000 a year, so insurance coverage is good.
Howdy Y’all! Home from Good Friday service over to the church house. ‘Twas a nice service and I was surprised at the number of folks there given that it is a rainy, stormy, overall icky evenin’. I was told the noon service also had good attendance.
gotti yay for the good news on DH’s meds!
sunny indeed, what would be a ketchup emergency. Specifically what would constitute a ketchup emergency while drivin’. I could see a use if one were rear ended. One could smear on a couple packages of ketchup and then fall out the car screamin’ and writhin’ around on the road. Could be good for a few giggles.
I had a chocolate bust of Jesus with the marking on the wrapper indicating it was kosher. Well duh ----- he was Jewish after all! 
Just before work I got a call from an old friend letting me know his wife passed away back in February. They were farm folks way back in the hills and he needed until now to gather himself to actually call and talk about it. We both kinda broke up at first but then I started sharing some of the many great memories I have about her, including some he never knew about, and by the end we each managed a chuckle or two. We’re making plans to go visit him next Saturday.
One I’ll share. He is an extremely good gunsmith and he had a small shop a few miles from home. He never was much for dusting or cleaning or anything because “if I do those darn wives will come in with their husbands and talk them out of buying anything”. He didn’t mean it really – he just used that as an excuse to have a sort of messy ManCave to hang out in. Well, she used to watch the place one day a week and whenever it was empty or I was the only one there she would slip out some hidden cleaning supplies and clean one small area. The next week a different area. And so on and so on. I was sworn to total secrecy and bribed with home baked cookies. It was 23 years before he caught on that the level of dirty wasn’t increasing. He is a great gunsmith and a good farmer ---- just not that alert. And she loved him for it.
Here’s to you Kathleen, you made the sun often shine.
You do have good ideas, Swampy.
This does seem the day for romps down memory lane. Back when we were planning the first World Record Zombie Walk attempt for Monroeville Mall, a friend from another message board who lived in Boston decided to make the pilgrimage and attend. So he loaded up the car with everything he needed from worn and tattered clothing to 2 gallons of home-made theatrical blood in several milk jugs on his passenger seat. Around Wilkes-Barre, on Rte 80, he ended up in a pretty bad multi-car wreck; bad enough to have both legs broken and getting himself pinned. It hurt like Hell but he knew he wasn’t in any serious danger at the moment. He sort of forgot about all the jugs that had gotten thrown and crushed in the impact. The paramedics got to the scene pretty quickly and as they assessed things walking through the carnage, they looked in his car and basically pronounced “This one’s a goner; too much blood loss”. He started yelling and swearing at them “Morons – its fake blood. But I AM freaking hurting!!!” He healed fine and made the walk the next year but he did change habits for all of us; now, whenever we travel for events, the blood stays in the trunk or sealed in a box.
I shall re-create such a moment for you. ahem “mi-mi-mi”
Ok, here we go.
“Moooooom. I’m out of ketchup and I still have fries.” (Wailing ensues)
With ketchup in the car, disaster averted. Fries may be eaten. Children are, blissfully, silent.
Without ketchup in the car duh, duh, DUH, life is a misery. Even DH complains. Long-suffering mother (me) has to return to the frickin’ drive through/restaurant to get enough mother-luvvin’ ketchup. I HATE KETCHUP.
deep breaths
Maybe this should go on Mooommn’s thread about inane irritants. No matter how many times I ask for extra ketchup, there will not be any in the bag when I get to the window. I check almost every time now, but sheesh. And certain people (like everyone else in the car) cannot eat without ketchup. faints dead away
And… Scene. Bows.
That was our presentation of “A Ketchup Emergency.”
Ruble Thank you for sharing your memories of Kathleen. She sounds like a lovely woman.
The car accident was funny (if that’s the right term for a car accident), but Kathleen’s story made me go “ohhhh”. It was very sweet.
Well, ddsun, I’m glad your relatives don’t then proceed to claim “MOOOOOOM! I’m all out of fries and still have some ketchup! Need more fries!”
Abuelita would refer to neverending fixes as “more gaseosa for the wine, more wine for the gaseosa”, gaseosa being a type of soda that’s mixed with red wine in the summer (you need to add some more stuff to get sangría).
I like Kathleen’s tactics. I’d blow at that kind of thing, my instinctual tactics consist of “ram them nose first”, and then once my nose is bleeding I realize it might be a good idea if I lower my head first. Oh, and I really should make sure my padded helmet is in place too.