There’s a moral here. Loose flips cause slips.
I’m late to the MMP. It’s been a busy week, and it’s not slowing down any time soon. I’m not sure how I can be so busy when I don’t have a job.
Drae, I’m glad the Wedding from Hell wasn’t. Although I’m just a teeny bit disappointed that you didn’t get any snarky stories out of it, but Etiquette Hell has just been freshly updated, so I’m getting plenty of wedding horror stories from there. And you looked gorgeous in your spiffy gown.
I went to the mall yesterday, and the new SuperTarget was open, so I stopped in to pick up a few things. It was a bit strange–I kept forgetting I was in a different Target, and everything was the opposite of my usual Target, so I’d forget which way I needed to go. It was like a through-the-looking-glass Target. But I eventually found all the things I needed–cheese, chicken, and Count Chocula. I don’t usually alliterate when I shop, but I did this time. But I bought a grapefruit and watermelon, so they didn’t fit the “CH” theme.
Taters, sorry you got stuck in jury duty for so long. We have it so easy–the first time I was called for jury duty, I didn’t even have to go in. Last time, I did have to go, but I got rejected from the jury, so I was only there for a day and I didn’t have to go back. It’s nice to live in a quiet county.
Happy Birthday, Ellen Cherry!! Sorry I’m late!
taxi, those curried potatoes are addictive! I have some taters, so I’m ready to make more soon. I still haven’t found Sichuan peppecorns, but they’re just fine without that. I wanted to make some corn muffins with cheese and bacon today, but I didn’t have any milk. And I’ve been to several grocery stories in the past two days, but I forgot I needed milk. :rolleyes: So now I have to go to the grocery store again tomorrow, so I can make muffins. But I got some Muppets stamps today, so I’m cool.
You would think that at my advanced age I woulda been called more than once for jury duty. Uh, uh! Nope! Only ever got the notice once and that was the one instructing me to call a certain number to see if I needed to go to the court house…which I didn’t have to do. Sort of anticlimactic.
I wish there was a Super Target near me. I would probably do all my shopping there. I’m not happy with any of the supermarket brands near me and only go to my regular one by default. At least I can get in and out and know where stuff is. But a Super Target would be Jake.
Where’s rue! :dubious:
Tupug
The speechifyin’ and stuff went good. We started at seven and were through at nine, just like we planned. That was with dinner, a keynote speaker, awards and all that stuff. Dinner was good. I didn’t get any of the prime rib cause it looked a little too fatty. Those that did said it was good. I ate the chicken. It was good. The shrimp and rice was especially good. Did I mention that I had shrimp and grits for breakfast Sunday morning? That was quite a treat. Shrimp and grits is good.
donkeybear I’m glad NCOD went well for ya. Maybe you should just tackle this guy and have your way with him. I’m all subtle like that.
YAY! My last day at work this week! Tomorrow ACBG and me head for St. Augustine. I’m making some chocolate chip pecan cookies to take cause, well, we gotta have sump’n to munch on on the way down. It’s a little over four hour trip after all. Of course I’ll have to fight somebody off while I’m baking tonight or somebody will try to hoover the cookies up when they first come out of the oven. I may have to invoke the first dozen rule. That’s when I put the first dozen on a plate and say they can be eaten but the others have to wait until tomorrow when we’re on the road to be eaten. Once I invoke the first dozen rule not even sad puppy dog eyes will work.
I don’t wanna do any work today. I’m gonna see how much I can slack.
Muffins should not be permitted to carry powdered sugar. Because now I look like I’ve been hit with the powder-puff, and sitting here surreptitiously rubbing my boob (to try and get it off my nice black t-shirt) is not going to get me promoted.
In other news, I am almost completely laryngitic, and I’m hoping somebody realizes I’m not good for much if I can’t speak and sends me home to read my book. 
I’m sure that’s what you would do if you saw him. I don’t have a picture at the ready to show you, though.
I’m so busy today. I woke up an hour and a half early to get a jump start on all of the stuff that I have to do. It’s like a half-page, single apaced.
We are all so pleased that posting to the MMP was obviously at the top of your list. Of course, posting to the MMP is the most vitally important thing anyone could ever do.
We didn’t have the peppercorns, just ground Sichuan pepper, and it was really good with it. It has a unique, not-really-like-black-pepper taste. Really really good. We left them in the pan until they turned a little brown like hashbrowns. Curried hashbrowns. Oh yeah.
I really don’t understand why stores - Walmart, Target, etc. - can’t set up every store the same. Wouldn’t it make it a whole lot simpler for everyone - customers, delivery people, workers if they end up working at more than one store? It’d be so nice to walk into a new store or a store in a different state and know exactly where everything is. Do they think we want to play hide and seek with the merchandise??
Tell that to my boss.
I had my first dream last night featuring MMPers. CD walked past me on the street, wearing a grey T-shirt with big pink letters saying “I’m Gay” on it. Some guy with him had the same shirt on, except it said “I’m Not.”
Man, I effing love Target. I don’t have a WalMart very close by, but Target is bad enough. I can lose hours, not to mention my entire savings in there. Things I never knew I needed. Someday, I will no longer be able to shout down the voices that say “no”, and I will buy that Sponge Bob toilet seat.
I’d like to have the Spiderman one, but most of my house is DC-oriented, and a Marvel toilet seat would just be tacky, I think.
I saw American Beauty last night. It was good. Driving Husband was over and we had caesar salad with roast potato cubes instead of croutons (my very favourite salad) and a sort of Mexican lasagna. I fried up a bunch of ground beef with chili powder, chipotle peppers, and yello peppers, then layered it with tortillas and cheddar.
We’ve still got half a panful. Perfect.
I always miss you, Ex. Don’t worry, some day soon Driving Husband and I will go down to Albany, and we’ll drive around looking for you. I know you desperately want to meet your (other) wife. And I desperately want to meet my KitchenAid mix- erhm- you!
Just joking. It would be splendid to have an MMP fest. It’s a pity it’s so impractical. Florida, Georgia, Ohio, Ontario, NY State, Scotland!, Virginia, New Jersey…
I want a Target. And a Trader Joe’s. Desperately. Anyone up for another cookie exchange?
Even the longest of days will come to
an end.
Lucky numbers 34, 20, 17, 2,47, 9
Went to the “Lessons of the Holocaust” lecture last night - very interesting. I did learn something: the Jews weren’t the first group Hitler started murdering - the first victims were the handicapped. They were picked up in postal service buses with the windows painted black and taken to hospitals, where the doctors killed them.
I think what stuck with me the most was the story told by the daughter of a survivor. When her father and grandfather were taken to the death camp, her grandfather wasn’t really that old but had several days growth of grey beard. He was taken to be gassed immediately - right out of the cattle car. She said her father never went a day without shaving, because he always felt he had to look strong. The speakers older half-brother died in one of the camps.
The other speaker was born in a “displaced persons” camp shortly after the war. Her parents came to the U.S. when she was very young. She told of how she never really felt she had a “home” - never had a place that she considered her her home until 9-11. That was when she realized New York was her home.
The Anne Frank exhibit was very interesting - lots of pictures of her and her family. Some of the pictures of concentration camp horrors almost had me in tears.
An unexpected side result of this was: How in the hell can people deny this ever happened? Do they think these people tattooed numbers on their arms themselves?
Wow, it’s Wednesday and I’m still getting “happy birthdays.” Awesome! Thanks Magic!
I spent the morning in the health room at my children’s school. Parents staff it and since I’m kinda sorta minimally qualified (I was once an EMT), I thought I’d volunteer. Mostly it’s giving tummy-achers a glass of water and a peppermint. Today I bandaged a scrape and a gerbil bite. No calls home to mommies were necessary, thank goodness. My first week I was on the phone the whole time! My daughter came down and moaned about her tender gum (a little too agressive flossing a couple nights ago). Poor dear, what an emergency. But I got to dispense hugs ‘n’ kisses, which is what I’d prefer to do. It’s fun, though. Amazing what these little chatterboxes will tell you!
I just got back from a walk. I organized The Smart Girls™ Walking Club here at work, and the biggest crowd I’ve attracted is four. I emailed every woman here that I like and would like to spend an hour chatting with and most of them won’t get their fat butts out and go with me. <mad face> Well, I plan to get into my winter wardrobe this year if IT KILLS ME! I’m tired of carrying around 20 extra pounds!
Whew. That had to be worth some calories, there.
<snerk> IN BED! <snerk>
SCL unfortunately there are people who would think those people tattooed numbers on themselves just to perpetrate the myth. :mad:
No, but obviously rubbing your boob might!
Happy B’day Ellen (there is always more room for B’day wishes)
Wedding sounded like fun Draelin I remember being the drunk bridesmaid at my best friends wedding - the line “wanna buy the maid (matron? - I can never remember what I am) of honour a drink” all night. I had to crawl along the hallway to my hotel room that night 
I have had two chiropractor’s appointment this week to help with the whiplash. Yesterday I felt like I had been runover by a truck today I feel AWESOME! Hurt like an SOB yesterday being ‘adjusted’ but man I feel good today.
So far running repair bill for my car is standing close to $10000
Eeek. Repair bills are not fun.
I just bought a turkey. It’s a nice, fresh turkey. I could freeze it- actually, I either have to freeze it or cook it right away. There’s no space in my fridge. It was $10 off because it’s after Turkey Day.
This could be a real marital test. I think i have to cook it because I doubt I can really make space in my freezer, either. This means Mr. Lissar has to cook it. I’m filling in for someone at work tonight, so I’ll be gone for almost 6 hours.
It’s a 16 pound turkey.
That’s about 5 hours, right?
Mr. Lissar gets panicked by cooking.
Oh, boy.
Wait, maybe I can get Attacks Husband to come over and check it!. If Mr. Lissar sticks it in the oven, and Attacks Husband monitors it in the last hour, this is possible.
Why did I buy it? Why am I a sucker for a deal?
What I really want to know is why your turkey needed repairs?