Marscapone is a type of rich Italian cream cheese. I may sweeten it and use it for crepe filling. Or add some whipping cream and fill and frost a cake with it. Tomorrow, not today. I’m lazy today.
Celebrate with me! A fun small bookstore that I applied to just hired me! It’s only two shifts a week, but it’s two shifts I won’t be working at my normal job, which I hate because the manager is gradually turning into The World’s Biggest Whiny Twit. And I may be able to gradually move over, and quit my regular job! Woohoo!
As Kallessa has mentioned we really don’t have huge infestations of ugly, noisy bugs here…as a rule.
However, up here in Washington state, the tent caterpillars have been all over the news, not to mention the trees. They are big, furry orange and black things that gush green guts. They make a mess and destroy the trees. The way to get rid of them is to cut the branch they have made their “tent” on stick it in a garbage back, seal the garbage bag, and get rid of the garbage bag. There are people who burn them (much the same way one might destroy a hornet nest); however, some people have gotten a little to pyro-maniacy and burned their trees down. I, fortunately, have not discovered any in my yard, but they used to love my old yard.
Oh, the slug thing…yup, we got lotsa those. The grossest is when you accidently step on one in your bare feet. Usually it’s dark when this occurs. That slimy stuff is impossible to remove and the fact that you have slug slime and guts between your toes doesn’t help in the yuck factor.
MMMMMMMM cream cheese! Is that a carrot cake ya gonna frost? MMMMMMMM carrot cake!
WOOHOO LISSLA!!! Yay on the fun small bookstore job!!! WOOHOO!!!
I came home today, hooked up my leaf bagger thingy and vacuumed stuff outta the bottom of my pool. Then, I made myself a grilled ham and cheese sammich. Then I went back to the pool and got on my wunnerful float and floated round the pool and had a couple beers. Then I had a shower. Don’t I smell good? It’s a new bar of Zest. Ahhhhhhhhh… the joy of coming home and gettin’ in my pool!
Taters don’t forget to wipe your feet real good before you come back in the house. We don’t want slug guts all over the carpet. They’ve just been cleaned.
Hey Ex, Brood VII is the All New York 17 Year Cicada Brood! The bad news is, it’s pretty much central New York, and not Upstate New York. And you’ll have to wait until 2018 to see 'em again. Poor you.
I don’t know what I find more disturbing, the fact that there is a website that tracks cicada broods or the fact that Rue knew and shared a website about cicada broods.
The HVAC unit died at work. Not as in fixable but slab it up at the morgue dead. Get the Book of Common Prayer and administer the Office of Burial dead. So now ol’ swampy gets to get bids for a new HVAC and fight with the Department of Administrative Services (the state of Jawja owns this building) over paying for it. sigh
Plus doing all this stuff to become a crop duster subcontractor. Yay Work! :mad:
Given that these things are on 17 year cycles, and that at my age I should have seen at least two outbreaks but haven’t, I am forced to conclude that we have no local cicada broods, which in turn leads me to believe that a bunch of freakin’ bugs have joined the list of Entities Who Think They’re Too Good For Me.
And from the “I didn’t see that coming” department:
I got an unsolicited admission that somebody may have overreacted slightly. And a kinda-sorta apology, which means that Beelzebub is breaking out the mukluks. We spent a pleasant evening resolving our differences, if you know what I mean.
Of course, I had to take her out for dinner. Stupid SDMB cost me a hundred and fifty bucks.
Since I know all this idle prattle is just a means of filling time until I come in here with updates on my life, you may now all relax. I am here.
And I’ve got official travel orders. And I just talked with the household goods shipping folks to set up my pack-out. The movers will come over to box up my stuff on May 19, then return on the 20th to load the truck. My baby will graduate on the 21st, and my sweetie and I will be driving north on the 22nd. I start my new job on the 24th.
That’s the good news! The sad news is that I probably won’t be seeing the MMP till Monday evenings. So I’ll be missing out on the fresh news. On the other hand, I’ll be able to provide fresh insights later in the day as the morning exuberance dies down.
Still no determination as to where my sweetie and I will be living long-term. That’s just another part of the adventure. But in a few weeks, I shall be a MAD!! YAY!
I don’t suppose that if I pretend to be offended, Ex, that you’ll take me out to dinner? Hmm?
Thanks, everyone. I either start training today (in the afternoon) or next Friday. I’m happy. My current manager is going to be pissed, though. When I told her I was looking for a second job she got all “second jobs cause divided loyalties, Lissla. I don’t like them!”. Well, until you stop assuming I’m a five-year-old, pay me more than minimum wage, and give me more than 20 hours a week loyalty doesn’t really enter into the discussion. Sorry.
A rich almond pound-cake filled with marscapone frosting would be really yummy. Or I could make a big bowl of frosting and get a spoon. Skip the cake.
We aren’t included in the cicada explosion either.
To bad you aren’t in the cicada explosion Lissla. Think of the opportunity you woulda had to start a business selling marscapone frosted cicadas. Oh the millions you are losing on this golden opportunity!
My new job just called to ask me to start training today. w00t! I still haven’t asked what the wages are, but the dress code is “no t-shirts with political slogans”. I can handle that.
Good stuff.
I need to find out what the employee discount is- it’s a bad, bad idea for me to work in a bookstore.
A bookstore? Give me a break. Bookstore employees are wieners, and books are just boring. They don’t do anything cool like explode or shoot fire. They just sit there. Canadian books, no less. They probably have giant red maple leaves all over 'em because they’re giant pansies who’re afraid they might be mistaken for American books.
Hmmm . . . I wonder how you-know-who may react to Ex making calls to strange women in the middle of the night.
Not that tanookie is strange, mind you. But she’s not the woman that Ex should be calling, so she is strange in the “out of the ordinary: unusual” as opposed to “peculiar: odd” way. Peculiar is a word I cannot pronounce, which may just be peculiar in and of itself, but really has nothing to do with tanookie. Unless it’s a word she can’t pronounce, which would be an odd coincidence (a word I had trouble saying until I was about 14. I also had trouble with the letter “r”–well, not the letter, the letter was perfectly blameless, I just couldn’t say the “r” sound with any regularity, especially an “r” sound in the middle or end of words. I had a lazy tongue and went to speech therapy for several years in order to learn how to growl like a tiger. A skill I have had remarkably little call to exhibit, I may say. My lazy tongue made me sound like I came from Boston (I thought maybe if I didn’t learn to say the “r” sound correctly, I would be forced to move to Boston) and this may also be where my great admiration of the Kennedy clan came from–they talked like me but nobody laughed and made them growl while looking at themselves in a mirror. My minor speech defect, which I outgrew rather than corrected due to anything the speech therapist did, also foreclosed any attempt on my part to learn either the Spanish or French language–the things they do with the “r” sound are well beyond my abilities. Also, I have a lousy ear and any attempt to learn another language would have resulted in the native speakers of that language being horrified and possibly inciting an international incident (although I think it would be kinda cool to start an international incident, as long as nobody brought guns or bombs), so I took Latin instead. Dead Romans can’t complain that I’m butchering the accent.)
Perhaps I have had a tad too much caffine this morning.
