Well, if’n doctor do an autopsy to see what we ingested that killed us, thatt would be for science. In a way.
Holy crap - did I actually type that mess?
The bread sounds good s_f. That’s all I’m sayin’.
Sean, you turned sweet taters into somethin’ durrty. I like it!
taxi yay for the surprise KeithT visit! Hope he gets the job.
donkeybear if it’s meant to be it’ll be. If not, download some porn.
FCM is turnin’ into a rotisseriein’ fool.
gotty I got laid before grating cheese and making cobbler. Imagine what tonight will be like! 
-swampbear (I don’t know why I’m posting in one sentence paragraphs)
Sleepy. I was going to do laundry today, but I’ll settle for cleaning out the litterbox, and doing the grocery shopping. I might clean the bathroom, too. It’s my day off, dammit! Attacks Husband and I are going to(interrupt for news bulletin, there is a cat walking across the keyboard and pressing his back into my chin) to walk up to a distant grocery store and get pumpkin pie and dulce de leche cheesecake this evening. The pie’s for him and Mr. Lissar. The cheesecake will be all mine.
Mr. Lissar downloaded a silly computer game for me, as an early birthday present! I function at about the Tetris level of computer games. Anything more complicated or that involves strategy is not my type of game.
Might have more Husbands around later this evening. I should figure out food. There’s still leftover scalloped potatoes to fry up. Hmm. And broccoli. Maybe I could make salad. Really, all I want is cheesecake.
I scored a bunch o’shit at the Salvation Army today!
Huzzah!
I am now selling it on Ebay.
I love Tuesdays.
You cleaned toilets at the Salvation Army and you’re selling what you cleaned up on Ebay? Dang, some fools will buy anything!
susan, I’ll take some of your tofu. I don’t care if it’s for science or not, I like it. And yeah, the bread sounds good. You’ll have to update that food blog of yours to include the recipes…
I can’t! School’s got it blocked. Well, school has the place where I was getting full DVD’s blocked… I guess I could just settle for some pictures or something, but that’s not as much fun. Back to the bushes it is, I suppose.
I wish I had money, and I’d go to our thrift store here, Shirley. I love looking through shelves of stuff that costs 25 cents each.
No. No, it’s not time. Not yet.
Hey! You know what? You can have a low-grade headache for two weeks and still not have a stroke. Good to know.
In other news: I had an interview today. I wowed 'em. (They went “wow”, that’s how you know.) This could turn into a full time gig for me! I’m quite excited about the prospects. I’m not excited to wait til Friday for the verdict though. That’s a long time to wait.
And I have to buy new clothes. But if they don’t wise up to me in three months, they give me money for said new clothes. As long as I keep the receipts.
You can probably figure out why I’m looking for a job. But not to worry, the Little Woman finagled a few things and she’s making money (small gobs of it) in the privacy of our own home (and it’s all legal too as long as we keep good records) so the boys are not left in their own recognizance when not in school. So things are looking brighter and brighter.
I’m still not sure when I’ll have regular Internet access though. But you people seem to have everything well in hand, so I’m not worried.
Excellent work there, FCM. If there is a Doper who understands the nuances of amphibian love, surely that Doper is you.
The Saga Of The Chandelier may soon come to a close. After much soul-searching, I decided to separate the wheat from the chaff so to speak. I removed the beautiful dangly bits from the Hideously Grotesque Heavy Horrific Metallic Chandelier ™. I soaked them in hot water with ammonia. Gosh, but they’re sparkly and pretty.
The plan is to hang the dangly bits ( or, “dangle” them to use the parlance correctly ) from a wooden strip in front of an uncovered window. Once the leaves are fully down, I will have tons of morning light pouring in and striking each lovely dangly bit. Thusly shall rainbows of beauty be rendered from what was formerly, ah…how does one say? Complex yet alluring? No, that’s not it. Beautiful yet deadly? Umno. Hideously appealing? Yep. That’s the ticket.
In other news, The Man-Cub™ is having jaw surgery this Thursday to remove a cyst. We assume it’s a cyst. They’ll biopsy it just in case in case, but it appears to have been growing there for most if not all of his 15 years. It’s inside the bone, invisible to the naked eye. ( found during routine dental X-rays. ) So, a cyst cause tumors rarely grow that slowly. He’s getting nervous now. I would be too.
Having obtained the diminutive yet most excellent Macintosh Mini to go with the great score I stumbled upon during my trip south to Atlanta ( a tasty Apple HD Cinema Display) , I have now scrubbed the eMac system clean and am posting For Sale papers around town. Maybe someone will pick it up for their kids, or themselves. One can but hope.
The Fem-Bot’s galpal Miss Esther was over today. She, of the half-Caucasian, half-Korean blood who used to do modelling in Seoul before moving here with her parents. She needed new photos and headshots for an audition. So, her mom brought her over and I got the Fem-Bot to hold white foam core ( light reflector of the gods ) up at just the most pluperfect angle, so as to shower one side of her face with lovely soft bright light. Also put a nice glint in her eyes. Hopefully the shots will turn out very nicely and that will be that. Otherwise, a re-shoot. It was amusing to sit there spritzing hair gel into my hand to use to smooth down wayward hairs, for a friend of daughter. I said, " this is what I get to do all day- stare at people’s hair, clothing, decolletage, etc. ". The girls were mighty amused by this. Miss Esther, she looked just fine and pretty and innocent as a 13 year old ought to, and likely will get some modelling jobs out of the deal.
My infamous Meatloaf is baking as I write this. Ahhhh, the house smells poifect. Half ground beef, half ground buffalo. Less fat, more sweet flavor. Who says Bison are just for breakfast?
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I just searched eBay for " bunch o’shit ". Nothing for sale.
Did you sell it all already? Dammit !!!
Well, due to rabid anti-Francoan feelings in the country, they’re not longer called eclairs. Apparently we now refer to them as Liberty Tubules.
You have bee duly notified.
Um… thanks?? 
Well, since you’ve deconstructed the chandelier from hell, I guess you don’t want the ceiling medallion that I forgot to send with you when you took the beast. And the flame shaped light bulbs? One of them is installed in the new work light on his drill press. Classy, no?
I’ve got a 6+ pound chicken rotissing at this very moment. The house is smelling rotisserriffic!
Rue, I hope you informed your prospective employers that you require internet access on Monday Mornings, without fail. It’s a moral imperative!!! Fingers crossed for you and for a fast arrival of Friday. I want it to be Friday, too, since the surgicals will be all done and my sweetie will be home, drugged, and recovering.
Prayers and good thoughts headed out, Rue. As usual. I think I should just work up a standard, “and please, God, help all my fellow MMPers remain employed/find jobs/stay well/get through the surgery okay/not get eaten by chihuahuas/remember to post that recipe I asked for” prayer, and send it out once a day. It would be nice and time efficient.
Almost time to go get pie. When come back…
Joe Dawg the infamous chee-hua-hua has never tried to eat me but thanks for asking God not to let him do that Lissla.
Meatloaf, mac and cheese and succotash are done and the cornbread’s baking. I’m making little baby corn muffins actually. When that’s done there’s a peach cobbler ready to go in the oven and there’s Bryer’s vanilla ice cream to go on top of it. If I don’t get laid tonight, I’m joining a convent. Or is that monastery?
Rue prayers and good thoughts for the job headed your way from Jawja.
I kinda agree with Lissla. Maybe it should be something like “and God bless all the MMPers and all their stuff.”
Bye y’all! See ya tomorrow!
Well, the edamame was pretty darn good, kinda like round, harder lima beans. It’s something I’ll get again. BTW, I bought the individual beans, not the pods.
I don’t know what we’re having for dinner tonight 'cause I forgot to take a meat thing out of the freezer, but I know it isn’t pokechops, ‘cause we ain’t got any. We have got pork ribs however. I wish I’d taken some out.
We do have part of an emergency box of taquitos and part of an emergency box of pork spring rolls, and cheese, lots o’ cheese. Also, there are 2 Chinese restaurants, a Thai restaurant, an Italian restaurant, 4 Mexican restaurants, a bento place, and 2 pizza places within walking distance. I don’t think we’ll starve.
FCM, pics of the ceiling medallion?
Bumba, perhaps medallion was a bit too grandiose a term - it’s about 4" in diameter - gold tone, with a slightly smaller cut glass piece that sits in the gold part - it’s the doobie that covers up the hole in the ceiling where the wires come out.
Good to see everyone is eating well and gettin some as well (swampy that means you!)
Thanks for all the well wishes in last weeks thread I really really 'preciate and love all ya!
I can’t do none o them fancy linky things but I was in a wreck last week and my poor new baby car was smashed. I still don’t know repair vs total verdict yet so hmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
I am sorer than sore with sitting at work and my shoulder is feeling awful. I can’t take the good pink pills at work as they knock my ass out within 45 mins of taking them. Fun dreams though.
I also have no food/groceries in so i need ot go purchase some on my way home. I think sammiches will be good as they involve little preperation on my part.
I am single and really like my life the way it is but maaan right now a husband would be useful. Help take the trash out, get dishes out the cupboard, help me wash my hair, put on my bra…
Any offers?
:crickets:
Oh well worth an ask. I think pink pills are in order now.
Lissla, I used this recipe without the jalapeño pepper, but with a half cup of my favourite BBQ sauce added (partly to thicken the sauce when the “reduce by two thirds” took longer than anticipated).
I have Going Postal and Thud both on reserve at the library. I’m number 39 for Thud, but I’m down to third on the list for the other, so I may be reading me some new Discworld this weekend. I envy you your privileged position at the bookstore, with first dibs on the new books. I used to do volunteer work in my school library as a kid mainly for the chances to read the new books when they came in.
A yummy recipe for pork chops (and chicken). I usually replace the chicken with pork chops/medallions and do it in a frypan, with the leftover marinade (I make extra, and also add extra dijon or just use straight dijon) thrown on to thicken into a piquant sauce towards the end.
Grilled Lemon Dijonnaise Chicken
1/4 cup dijonnaise creamy mustard
1/4 cup minced green onions
2 tablespoons lemon juice
1/2 teaspoon salt
1/2 teaspoon dried thyme, basil, oregano or tarragon
1 clove garlic, minced
1/4 teaspoon pepper
4 boneless, skinless chicken breasts
In shallow dish combine Dijonnaise, green onions, lemon juice, salt, thyme, garlic and pepper. Add chicken breasts, turning to coat. Cover; let stand at room temperature 30 minutes or 2 hours in refrigerator, turning occasionally. Grill over medium-high heat or broil 4 to 5 inches from heat, turning once and brushing with marinade, 8 to 10 minutes or until no longer pink inside.
Makes 4 servings.
Just returned from yet another fun-filled day of jury duty.
Bumba, my tour of duty, so to speak, is for two weeks. So that means that whenever we’re done with the trial I am currently a sitting juror for, that my name will be returned to the large overall pool to possibly be picked for another trial. My boss is less than happy. I called yesterday morning and left a message with our Admin Assistant, stating that yes, I am to report for jury duty. I did not call my boss. I figured he knew and I have an an auto-reply on my e-mail stating that I am on jury duty. So, anywhooo, I called our Admin Asst during my lunch break today to see how things are going in the office. Our loud-mouthed office mate is still there and still being loud-mouthed. The Admin Asst told me she e-mailed our boss yesterday to let him know that I called and left a message. His response?
“What, she doesn’t know my phone number?”. After hearing that from the Admin Asst, I hung up the phone, plunked in another 50 cents, called my boss, and got his voice mail. :rolleyes: So, I left a message for him, relating all the relevant facts, and told him to call my home phone if he had any issues.
Rue, sending best wishes your way. My fingers are crossed in hopes that you get the job. What a bunch of meanies, making you wait until Friday to find out.
We’re having left over tater tot casserole tonight.
Mr. Taters informed me that he wants to make Shrimp Scampi Mediterranean or something like that on Saturday. Should be interesting. I don’t have to cook.
Swampy, glad you finally got some time with your sweetie. Dang, musta been good, if you’re up at 6:00 am making the fixings for dinner! I’m usually on my way out the door at 6:00 am, or shortly thereafter. You know, I’ve never had sweet tater pie. Is it good? What exactly does it taste like? Yeah, yeah, sweet taters, but is the pie sorta like pumpkin pie?
Well, I better think about heating up dinner.