You’ve got a point there, except I put it on her door at 1:30 am, and she passed through the door about six hours later. So unless the manager for our apartment complex was up and around at all hours of the night, she’s the one who got it. It was also rather unobtrusive: folded up with her name on it.
Yeah.
Class time! Here’s a pun before I run off.
I’m going to start using twunt now. As in, this girl was a major twunt.
If I remember things right, you’re more Rachel Ray cute than Martha Stewart stately. Rachel doesn’t have the rep for being the shreiking bitch off-camera that Martha has, either.
Have I mentioned in the last 30 seconds my hots for RR? How you doin’?
Spats, I’m really sorry. The whole get-away-closer game is a pain in the neck. Girls can be dumb and annoying with their mind games. Mindfield, your cats are just beautiful. Would you like some additions? Aerin is very friendly. [SUB]569,237nth attempt to get rid of Aerin.[/SUB]
taxi, thanks! I’ll probably put that on to cook just before I leave for work. I’ll do the beef today and the pork tomorrow, and I should probably make a batch of soup today while I’m cleaning the kitchen. I didn’t make meatloaf- I made meatballs, and froze them in individual packs. I’ve never made (instead of bought) meatballs before, so I hope they’re good. They’re got salt, pepper, caramelized Stealth Onions, grated zuchinni, garlic, and chili oil in them.
I woke up this morning, decided there was no pressing reason for me to be up, and went back to sleep. I just have to clean the kitchen, sweep, and do some cooking. Last night I made tortillas, and got flour everywhere. Tomorrow is Serious Baking Day. Bread and maybe a cake for work.
Drat. I have cherries thawed in the fridge. Maybe I should bake the cake today, and do a cherry filling. Hmm, and cream cheese icing. Sponge cake, a simple buttery one. Hmm.
Mind, Booger and Audrey The Pile Of Hair are available, too…
Oh, and somebody asked about Loki and Maddy being fire dogs. One tanker and the aerial are both Mack products, and have the bulldog hood ornament. The station logo also has a bulldog with a firehose; Maddy is covered.
By tradition, Dalmations are associated with fire services from the days when they were needed to clear the road for horse-drawn equipment. Loki is really a Boxer, but he’s white and has spots, so he’s spoken for, too.
Lissla & Bob - Lordy, thanks for the offers but we already have a menagerie around this small apartment. Besides Tilly and Dutchess, we also have Charlie and Patches to concern ourselves with. Needless to say, much as we love kitties, there’s a limit to how many overlords we’re capable of serving.
I’m playing with round rubber thingys again today. Just thought I’d share that. The way things are going, I’ll be playing with round rubber thingys some this weekend. There’s a little more work involved than I thought at first. Plus, my office is a pigsty! I gotta clean it up. Oh, and week after next we go through to accreditation. That means people will be coming here to bother me for three days instead of me going somewhere to bother people for three days. It’s just one great big happy family with this stuff. :rolleyes:
Stealth Onions are what I have to to to slip onions in food. Mr. Lissar throws up or gags if he eats anything with identifiable onion pieces. So every few months, I caramelize several pounds of onions, puree them, and freeze them in ice cube trays.
Have I mentioned recently that he won’t eat cake, cornbread, muffins, toast, or cookies?
Morning. That’s a statement, not a greeting. 7 am is far too early to be at work. It looks like we’ve got 3 people for breakfast so far and it’s not even 7:30 yet, when it officially starts.
Ooh, there’s a rainbow! It’s a bright one, too.
I picked up my boots last night. I’m not too sure about them, so I didn’t wear them today. I think I’ll end up taking them back and the dress I bought for the holiday party. What am I, insane, spending all that money on a party dress to be worn once? It is purty, though.
Tupug, I think you could do the beef stuff in the oven. Just put it in a covered pan/dish/Dutch oven and cook it slowly for a long time. At least 4 hours. The meat really needs a long time to get falling-apart-good.
Ugh. I hate that. I couldn’t do an update last Friday so I ignored it, and then about every hour Monday and Tuesday I got pop ups telling me that the update would occur with or without my permission at 1am on Thursday with a forced reboot. Great. That’s really nice. Who cares?? I don’t really give a flying fig!! Just do the stoopid update and don’t keep telling me about it every frickin’ hour! Grrrr.
You’re a good person for dealing with Mr. Lissar’s dislike of onions, Lili. A friend of my father’s won’t eat either onions or garlic, and Mom just about goes insane trying to cook stuff without either of those staples.
what’s wrong with not using onions? Mom did that for years. Matter of fact, her “minimalist cooking”, prompted by a family with one kid who could not digest fast and is still allergic to red peppers (Bro), one kid who doubles up as the residence for Kermit the Frog and takes the frog out for walks when nervous (Lilbro), one husband with ulcers (Da) and one overweight perma-dieting self with a too-long list of digestive ailments (Mom) didn’t include:
onions,
garlic except for the two pieces in tomato sauce,
any sauces other than “lemon squeeze”, “tomato” and “olive oil (with or without vinegar, depending)”
pepper. At all. Any kind. Bell peppers, ground pepper, forget it. OK, who let the kid have a chorizo sandwich? insert ER trip here
cheese
cauliflower or liver (the two things Yours Truly refused to eat; other than these two pet peeves I was the only person in the family who could eat without worrying about lists of ingredients)
anything that a “quincallería” would sell (liver, kidneys, brains, guts, balls)
And we survived just fine, thanks.
tripicallería, tripicallería… (a quincallería is the gramps of a dollar store; I know, I know, most people here can’t tell the difference but some can)
Bob, onions, real onions, are one of the most important base flavours in practically all cuisines. Onion powder doesn’t cut it. (She says huffily. :D) That, and I’m a little obsessive about cooking. I love onions. I miss them. Also, I am the Goddess of Cooking.
Best Friend can’t eat dairy, her husband can’t eat beef or lamb or eggs, and they’re both allergic to caffeine and vanilla. Cooking for them is interesting.
My guess it’s the next OS for Mac (the last one was OSX (or OS-ten) 10.4.something) But I haven’t hears any buzz. As for it being 51MB, that’s nothing when you’re talking about 1Gig of RAM with a 100Gig harddrive. What kind of Mac do you have?
Regular patches for Windows are very common - not so much for Macs (don’t you watch those cute commercials?) With Macs, if there’s an update, it’s a significant one.
Good thing you have all those other husbands to eat your yummy baked goods
Today is the first day of “meet the cats” Magic is here in the office. On the other side of the office door are the other cats. They are also peering in from the shelf that runs across the screened in part of the office wall. Magic is hissing. No sound out of the others yet. We’ll see how it goes.
I did not get slept out. I may go nap, then I have to go vote (yah early voting) and get a bag for Connor’s road bag. The bus will be leaving at 10 Friday morning.
Sigh What, little round rubber thingys weren’t enough of a toment for me? You hadda go and throw in mopheads too?
AAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHH!!!
I just got a dingding (that mean’s email, my puter goes “dingding” when an email comes in… it’s real soft though so it ain’t really all that annoying) for a ginormous (46 cases) order of mopheads. And… we actually have 'em in stock! It’s a miracle! I may build a shrine.
to exercise the creative part of your brain, amuse yourself with the kind of Rube Goldberg you could make with mopheads and round rubber gasket thingys