**Haze **-- I’ve got to say it’s weird for me to have someone significantly to the East (later) – now I know what it feels like to have somebody tell me “Good Morning!” when I haven’t gone to bed yet!
Sounds like you’re setting in OK, so far - hope things stay good for you!
**Rigs **-- I’d have gone medieval on their asses. If they had promised it would be heretoday, then by Og they are going to fulfill that promise – what do I care how? – or suffer the consequences!
Grrrrrrr…
Gee, I wonder who **Ivory **was thinking about…?
I’m going to be up until at least 1:30 AM again tonight… envy me :rolleyes:
It’s raining, and the temp has plummeted - it’s glorious! Should make for good sleepin’ tonight!
My turkey-rice soup was meh, I thought, but the two male members of the household liked it, so there’s that. At least it was quick and easy to make.
Speaking of food, tell me, what’s a dumpling? I’ve looked at a number of recipes and they seem to range from balls of dough to fat noodles to pierogi-like objects to refrigerator biscuits :rolleyes: So, when you hear “dumpling” what do you envision?? Do share your recipes, please. I wanna make chicken-n-dumplins.
Just finished up our passport applications. The State Department must be expecting some sort of mutant super-sized people as the field for “Height” has drop-down values going all the way up to 10 feet, 11 inches. :eek:
Crazy, considering the tallest human on record was Robert Pershing Wadlow from Alton, Illinois, cracking ceilings at 8 foot, 11 inches. The tallest living man is in the Ukraine, and is a comparative shrimp at 8 feet, 5.5 inches.
Also strange is that there’s no option in hair color for “none” Whether from old age or chemo, I can think of a handful of reasons listing a hair color might be meaningless.
Makes no nevermind, really, as I have a hair color and my hight is considerably less than 10 feet, eleven inches. Off to Walgreens for passport photos tonight, then off to the county clerk’s office to submit the applications and get our license.
To me, a dumpling is something that only exists in the “Chicken and…” context, and is essentially biscuit dough dropped into chicken stew to cook.
Here be dragons.
Done badly, dumplings can be inedible weapons - either hard as rocks or having a hard shell concealing completely raw insides. The last time I tried my hand at making them, I just followed the recipe on the back of the Bisquick box.
We definitely had some thunderboomers pass by, but fortunately (for Rusty, at least) the worst of it passed south of us. Now it’s just drizzling. Yuck.
I was a good girl and did a lot of digging out of my office this afternoon. Not enough by any means, but I definitely made a good start. I have to finish this job before worrying about transferring my hard drive contents to the new 'puter, however, so it’s still sitting in boxes in the living room. I am, however, looking forward to having a multiplicity of USB ports – my old desktop has 5, 4 in back and one in front. The new one has 4 in back and 4 in front, which will make life a lot easier since everything connects by USB these days!
Don’t waste your time going to Victoria’s Secret for a decent bra fitting, ever. The only time I tried that, they measured me as two band sizes too big and two cup sizes too small. I finally went to a small lingerie shop near here and tried on bras till I found the size that fit according to the Oprah show about women wearing the wrong size, so I’m not feeling any drastic need to go spend megabucks on the right size bra. At least not right now. I’ve finally got a couple that I can wear while sitting all day – and a couple are underwire, even! Most underwires dig into my ribs when I’m sitting, but not all.
Sometimes I’d just like to get rid of the stupid things altogether. Or at least have them reduced to about an A cup!
Okay, enough whining, back to work. Till supper’s ready.
Hi everyone. Fathers Day made me miss my Dad too; I still can’t believe its 9 years ago this year that he passed. He was a good guy & worth remembering.
We visited my brother, who may be the only relative left whose speaking to me (or at least not in a catty and spiteful/hurtful manor. “What do you mean you ‘don’t sue relatives’? All of us want to sue him. Oh, btw has your weight stabilized yet?” Its like they never listened or learned anything from my father at all. My kids ordered me an ‘Indiana Jones Hat’ for Fathers Day. I’m not sure I could fill Harrison Ford’s shoes otherwise, but its nice my kids think so.
I’m working really, really hard to forgive Sister Joan for not promoting my youngest to 1st Grade just because he’s “young”. Personally, I think the penguin did it because he’s the only one in that whole school with the balls to stand up to her and not back down*. Sure, he thinks singing and dancing is stupid; FTR, so do I. (Note: ‘Sister Joan’ has been demoted/banned from teaching any other grade than KG, so she has a history of being a problem teacher.) And if he was going to repeat a grade, why couldn’t it be first grade, where there are quantifiable academic challenges for him to be graded on? The private tutoring firm we hired tests him as being at mid-first grade level right now, not that you or that wagon circling principal even looked at that report. And I repeat, having a birthday in Late September is just not a good enough reason.
*I took my family to Friendly’s for lunch the last day of school and caddy-corner across from our booth were 4 of the 7th and 8th grade girls from the school. These girls, upon seeing my youngest, all sang in unison “Hiiiiii Seeeeaaaaannnn!” in that sing-songy ‘we think your cute’ pre- high school kinda way. Did I mention that Sean is 5…?
“Sean, umm… who are those girls…?”
“They’re just friends, Daddy…”
If there had been a jukebox, George Thorogood would have started playing right about then… :dubious:
Cute note in the article - about the only thing that’s changed with them since 2004 is they’ve shrunk a bit - to be expected for ladies in their mid-80s.
Happy Monday all… it was a hectic weekend at Casa Muppet and I wasn’t able to login from work today, so my apologies for being absent.
Haze, glad you and Olive made it to the other side of the world in one piece.
LiLi, I also want to smack your SIL with a frying pan. She sounds positively monstrous.
McUne, no S’Mores on the list? For shame!
I boycotted Father’s Day this year.
It’s a little bittersweet, because I really idolized my father a lot as a child - he seemed to be the laid-back good guy to my mother’s shrieking control-freak banshee personality, though once I was (mostly) an adult, I came to realise it was just because he simply doesn’t have the ability to say no. Ever. Not to me, not to my sister, not to my mother, and most certainly not to a bottle of brandy.
My parents separated nearly 8 years ago, and my dad, Mr Nice Guy, went public with his mistress of a dozen years shortly after. As soon as the divorce was final, he moved in and took over paternal duties for her two adult children and their kids. There’s no room for me or my sister in there - we’re evidence that Mr Nice Guy ain’t so nice sometimes (we do get a single line of acknowledgement in the newsletter at Christmas, if we’re lucky).
I love my dad, but that guy doesn’t exist anymore.
Blah. Downer. I’m going to go make some dinner and pretend that it’s next week (when I start my NEW JOB!!! YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!)
My God, Mahna. I’m so sorry.
My Dad’s just passive-aggressive and doesn’t speak good English.
Of course, my Mum’s bipolar, which is all-round difficult, but only from time to time.
I kind of regret not ruining our family Christmas by shrieking at my SiL. Especially when she’s really mean to my BiL and tells her kid things like, “See, Daddy is stupid and useless”. I adore Mr. Lissar’s family, and I really wish she hadn’t married in.
Company came here, dinner was et, they washed the dishes, and it was lovely to see everyone. It’s raining and sunny right now, and Nat is fighting his way towards sleep. I should probably clean up a bit more and then go to bed pretty early. Very early.
Ye gods. I feel bad when I badmouth TH here–I’ve never done anything remotely resembling this. :eek: What a bitch.
I just talked to a real live Australian! It was so exciting. We got nowhere with the people at the scuba place here (which is too bad because his instructor was really nice), and we were at our wits end. We were going to FedEx the mask to my cousin in Melbourne, but it won’t get there in time. My dad offered to pay for the shipping, which was very nice, seeing as it would have been $89.20. :eek:
The internet saved us. TH found the website and we thought of emailing them our dilemma (thinking that we could ship the mask straight to them). TH got another call and had to go. I called Oz, all by myself (!) and talked to a very nice, very energetic young woman with an adorable accent. No worries! She shouted down the line–we’ve got a wall of prescription lens masks! All he needs is his lens strength.
Well fuck me blind. I will call the eye doctor tomorrow and get that and email to my cousin in Melbourne and Bob’s your uncle! (actually, he’s my cousin. See, my cousin’s name is Bobby… ok, bad joke).
What pisses me off NOW is that I think that Harold the moron at the scuba place knew that dive places rent prescription masks. IMO, he just wanted to make a sale. :mad: Bastid.
Dotty–I am now officially in love with your country. She couldn’t have been nicer. It was even a bit overwhelming. She joked with me about not needing my Valium anymore and that everything would be perfect and that #1 son would see all the fishies. She was great. I emailed her #1 son’s PADI cert as well.
When I was in high school, my father drove me to the bus every morning. It was a 15 minute drive, and the truck didn’t have a radio, so we would talk about anything and everything. Those are my best memories of my dad, when it was just the two of us. He always seemed different than he was the rest of the time.
One day, he decided it was time I learned how to drive, so when we headed to the truck that day, he threw me the keys. By that time, the old 2-ton Dodge had been retired, thanks to the moron down the road who didn’t believe in looking before pulling out of her driveway that was around a blind curve. I forget why I wasn’t riding with him that day, but the passenger side was totaled and I would have been too, if I had been riding with him that day. The old GMC that replaced the Dodge acquired more than its fair share of bumps and dents while I learned to drive. I also learned the (hopefully) unnecessary skill of starting a car that’s lost first gear and is losing second (and reverse.)
By then, I was 21, and my father’s moods were getting darker, or maybe that’s hindsight. My father and I are night owls and we would stay up talking long after everyone else had gone to bed. That’s my last good memory of him: I’m packing up my clean laundry to go home, it’s late and cold and clear out, and we’re still talking, him leaning out the 2nd story window, me in the driveway.
He could, on occasion, be a good, kind, and gentle man and that’s the Daddy I miss. I wish I could have known **him **better.
All I can add to this is YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY DEL AND PHYLLIS!!!
Howdy Y’all! We had men’s night at church tonight only it was at someone’s house cause we had a fish fry in honor of our Priest’s official last men’s night. He retires at he end of June. I got a look at the prosrpectus that has been drafted to send to prospective new Priests. It looks good. I am confident we can attract a competent new Priest with this prospectus. I am particularly glad that the prospectus is geared towards prospective Priests both male and female. I’ve been sayin’ from the start that what we need to focus on is finding the right Priest and being open as to whom that may be.
MOOOOOOM check out my recipe for easy C&D on the Mumper recipe blog. I use flour tortillas for the dumplin’s. It’s always good. I say, go with what’s easy and good.
I am, however, looking forward to having a multiplicity of USB ports – my old desktop has 5, 4 in back and one in front. The new one has 4 in back and 4 in front, which will make life a lot easier since everything connects by USB these days!
I got a look at the prosrpectus that has been drafted to send to prospective new Priests. It looks good. I am confident we can attract a competent new Priest with this prospectus. I am particularly glad that the prospectus is geared towards prospective Priests both male and female. I’ve been sayin’ from the start that what we need to focus on is finding the right Priest and being open as to whom that may be.