I cooked crowder peas. With a little bacon in 'em for flavor. They were good. They got all et up.
Ummmmmm… I know there was other stuff I was gonna say but I don’t know what right now.
Where do you live? I’m there…
Bad News:
Well TH did not go to Boston. He got a call while at the airport and his boss has been suspended by the feds. This is now a formal inquiry which means 2 things:
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I shut up about it.
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You all can figure out number 2.
He wants to “talk”. He wants my “support” now. Well, this is what I say to him:
Where was your “support” when I got vitiligo? When were you willing to talk after my abortion? Where was the rock I could lean on when one and then two sisters died? Where? When? What?
I believe him when he says he did nothing wrong. But this looks really, really bad and he needs to man up and just face it. I can do nothing for him. I won’t. Sorry, but I just won’t.
Perhaps I could be Korean for a minute and just shove him, really, really hard?
It’s cold today… like, 11C cold. Clearly, this is LiLi’s fault for complaining about the heat so much.
I hope you’re happy, missy! grumble Just for that… NO CAKE FOR YOU!
I’m going to make lemon-ricotta pasta with seared scallops for din din. I’d like to add peas, but the grocery store doesn’t seem to have fresh sweet peas yet, so I’m probably jumping the gun slightly on pea season (though I could swear that peas start showing up in early June… hmmmmm). Still debating if I want to open a bottle of white wine to go with, since one of our friends bought us a nice bottle of pinot grigio on the weekend and I don’t want it to feel unwanted or anything.
{{Nava}} Hopefully it’s just upwards and onwards from here… or at least a mercifully short amount of time left on this contract.
ETA: {{}} for rigs too. Sounds like you need the chocolate most out of all of us.
Be afraid, Nooner, be VERY afraid! I’ve been through these breakups before and I know how I get. I tend to go shooting (because Himself is extremely anti-gun,) I tend to drive real fast for long distances and I tend to go find some poor unsuspecting bastard to treat like shit then screw him blind. Yes, in that order. Sometimes I can get past the grudge-fuck stage without acting on it but it takes a lot of will power on my part–the easiest times have been when I have a good friend also on waivers who understands my need to get medieval on some guy and doesn’t take it personally, either in a positive or a negative way, heh heh… Hmmm, wonder if I oughta do a little snooping through my little black Gmail file.
Okay, make up my mind for me–do I want jalapeno burgers or a virtuous chicken seizure sallit for dinner?
ETA: Holy shit, Rigs, that’s scary! I know exactly where you’re coming from, though and ain’t it just like 'em to insist you fulfill your gods given role no matter how scheisty they’ve been about keeping up with theirs? Men, hmmph… :rolleyes:
You’d be welcome!
Shit, that really sucks. I am so sorry for this mess. You can always talk to us.
Case in point- I just had a really, really nice chat with a friend and feel happier than I have in a while! It’s good to have friends to talk to… 
PS I’m sure we’ll have leftover M&Ms… I’ll be happy to share. Where do I shove them into this computer, now?
All of you, please don’t take this the wrong way, but I have gotten more support and just NICENESS from the MMPers than I have from TH for at least the past 7 years, if not longer. I find that sad. Very sad. Not that you all aren’t great people and all, but come on…
He said he’d be home from the airport over an hour ago. He is probably drowning his sorrows. Smartie–I don’t do grudgefucks, but I can and do go all medieval on certain asses. I am glad I’m at work tomorrow. Not only do we need the money, it keeps my occupied and away from TH.
I know many of you are happily married and I believe in marriage–I really do. But for me? Honestly? I’d rather have root canal w/o anesthesia. Never again will I be at the beck and call of a man. Bah.
Oh–he’s home now. Here we go. Fasten your seatbelts; it’s gonna be a bumpy night.
Eeeeeeep, rigs, that really sucks. We’ll be thinking good thoughts for you.
I’m tired, but am going out to the Tuesday evening outdoor concert, at least for a little while.
Hugs to everyoine who needs one. Back later with actual comments.
GT
Holds Rigs hands…
Empathizes with complete understanding…
rigs sometimes things just must be faced up to alone. Sounds like this one of those things for TH. I’ll just say, I hope everything works out for the best and leave it at that.
Muppet of course you should open that bottle of wine. Poor little bottle sittin’ there all alone and neglected. 
I remembered that I was gonna say (write?) this a little while ago wrt MOOOOOOM’s search for dumplin’s. Do not, I repeat DO NOT buy those things you might see in the store that call themselves dumplings. They lie. They’re awful. All of 'em. They are all slimy blobs of dough, even the flat ones. Again, I repeat, DO NOT buy 'em. However, flour tortillas cut in strips make pretty good dumplin’s.
I’m here - been busy. I made a shepherd’s pie for supper - first time, and it wasn’t bad. Afterwards, we framed the last wall in the apartment, and I took some pics. I’ll have them uploaded shortly. My kid called - she’s having a ball, but she’s exhausted. Her campers are 9-10 y/o and apparently they adore her.
{{{rigs}}} - you’ve had more than your share of crap these days.
**swampy ** - when I mentioned tortilla dumplings to FCD, he just gave me a look that suggested I shouldn’t attempt it. I did bookmark the C&D recipe from the other thread - it sounds like what my sweetie described.
I’m not reading any of the child-related links. Not gonna do it.
Off to upload pics now…
OK, pics - this photo and the next 7.
I just remembered something I meant to mention to you, Herbs – the other night our gorgeous weekend weatherman, Steve Villanueva, said he was going to get married the next day. Rats! Now I can’t set him up with snowbunny. How dare he get married before she meets him?
{{{Rigs}}}
It’s gotten soooo nice here weather-wise. I turned off the AC and opened up the house late this afternoon, and I’m hoping I can keep it this way for at least a couple of days.
I also got something fun from a freecycler this afternoon – a computer bag that’s embroidered with the logo of the White House Photographers Association. NOt that I am one, but it just struck me as far too fun a thing to not snag if I could. Plus it’s unused and much better quality than my current bag. I can pretend to be official now.
Time to get back to work. I had to ask the office to get a copy of the agenda from the client for this roundtable I’m working on, and unfortunately that meant the client asked when the job would be done. So now they want me to have it done tomorrow. Crap. I hate putting things on the client’s radar screen like that!
Rigs, I totally know what you’re saying and it IS sad–I realize it’s pretty easy to be nice to people you only know as pixels on a screen for the most part but nonetheless when I realize I’ve gotten more virtual hugs in this place the past week than I’ve had real ones from Himself in a good long while it starts to point up a cognitive dissonance in life.
People on a message board shouldn’t know more about our day-to-day lives than the people we see f2f every day, yet quite often this is indeed the case. I know that a major source of my problem with Himself is due to a nearly total lack of communication–I see this as his resistance to hearing anything he doesn’t want to hear and he sees my need to communicate/resolve disagreements as some sort of bizarre control issue. It just doesn’t help that we can discuss politics or movies or techno advances in exhaustive detail, yet I don’t feel free to talk about even the tiniest little problem or dissatisfaction between us because it always turns into a huge fight–I’m just not that good at being mean or sustaining anger so I avoid it. Unfortunately, I’m also not good at sublimating anger so it eventually comes out and when it does he can pretty much be sure he’s gonna end up living on a couch somewhere. He may be very good at anger, but I’m infinitely better at cleaning house!
Now he thinks this is unfair that I can toss him out. I say that during the times when he’s being Captain Asshole I feel locked out of my house almost completely–I spend a lot of time away and when I’m here it’s like living in Stalag 13 with not quite as much concertina wire. Since I’m the one who got motivated, got financed and got a mortgage (all on my own, I might add, during a time when we were broken up) I say it’s too bad he can’t manage to follow the house rules well enough to avoid eviction. Since I’m the one who makes the money (his consulting/repair business has turned pretty much nonexistent in the past few months and he hasn’t seen fit to go out and get more clients–nor has he seen fit to get a regular dayjob) I pretty much call the shots and I think it’s totally unfair for someone who’s abdicated nearly all responsibility for his own maintenance and upkeep to then turn around and accuse me of being controlling–he doesn’t mind that I control getting the bills paid, or that I control transportation or putting food on the table or any of the other myriad details he just can’t be bothered with. :smack:
Whoops, vent went on! Didn’t really see that coming until my fingers started smokin’ on the keyboard! 
At any rate, life is much too short to spend it feeling unloved while looking at the person who said they’d always love you, wondering what the hell went wrong. I may find it a bit scary to be on my own but it’s scary in a good way–I’d much rather not be sure what weirdness is coming my way than to be absolutely sure…
Will post later.
For the night shift. 
I’m sort of okay, it’s complicated.
Yeah, sure.
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<sneaks>
smooch
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Your smooches will get you nowhere, mister.
:: hugs for rigs and Smartie ::
Noone, that is very confusing and I refuse to think about it. I just want to be able to stay asleep until at least 7am. Is that too much to ask?
Auuuuugh I hate monsoon season. So much rain! Make it stop!
Home and all crawled into beddie bye. (Have I ever mentioned I love laptops and wireless connections?)
Hugs to both rigs and Smartie! Personally, I think it makes us all healthier to have a back-up cheering section for when our RL support system is missing or busy or just not enough. It’s nice to have a safety net.
So…the rest of us are what…chopped liver? 
Glad you’re sort of OK, though, beebs. I don’t like the part about complicated, however. On preview: don’t think I can’t see you sneaking around in this thread!
I think I recognized Tel Aviv because they showed a picture of the skyline, kind of like this one. The combination of water and modern buildings made me think it was Tel Aviv.
And the falconry story talked about how expensive it could be, Dotty. It was pretty funny, because it was part of the sports updates. The Germany-Austria soccer match was being broadcast on the other national channel, so channel 2 catered to the non-soccer crowd.
Concert was fun. Now I’m sleepy.
More hugs.
GT
Preach it, sister!