Fuck yeah! You made me laugh. I am making some sort of brownie cookie thingies for my kids for when I’m away this weekend. I figure with homemade baked products in the house, they’ll never know I’m gone. Am I right or am I right?
Woohoo! Almost Quit O’Clock.
Puggy - Yes, in fact I love Dreamweaver. Best dang web designing program around. Whenever I need to create a website, that’s where it all starts. (Well, it starts in Photoshop, but Dreamweaver ultimately brings it all together.) You may not know much about it, but I think you’ll appreciate its extensive help database and its ability to tell you what you’re doing and where it might asplode.
Nice tree and new walkway, Rebo!
Sorry to hear about insane coworker, rigs.
Thanks for all the nice comments on the house and wall colors. We’re really happy with it. It’s nice to want to go home just 'cause you like being at home.
I am hoping I learn to love it. We shall see. So when I come in here crying, will you pat me on the back and say “There, there?” 
Another sure sign of Spring for the list: I counted 5 dead skunks in the road coming home tonight. Pee-yew!
I also saw my first robin today…
ETA: In keeping wth today’s tone, fuck winter.
I have done died and gone to heaven. I made these cookie thingies on the back of a Baker’s Unsweetened Chocolate box. OMG. They’re like having a small, perfect brownie in every bite. I’m no gourmet when it comes to chocolate (so spare me the gasps re Baker’s), but these are damned good. I’m much too lazy (and busy) to post the recipe right now. Sorry!
What is it? There’s something in the air that means all of us are stressed out? Stress du jour is a request for proposals that has to be finished by the end of the day tomorrow. :rolleyes: So, I’ve saved off related documentation and RFPs to use as references so that I can help get it into shape. I’ll be returning to it momentarily. First I’m considering what to have for dinner.
Sorry you’re still feeling bad, Pie.
rigs, you must post the recipe later, when you’re feeling less lazy.
Silly beebs. Someone should go back to that thread and tell him he’s being paged over here. (I’d do it, but I really need to disconnect myself from the internets.)
Hugs to all. Prolly won’t be back till tomorrow. 
GT
Dead skunks, how deliciously fragrant! 
Nice tree and walkway indeed, Rebo, and your house is really cute, taxi! And sorry for the annoying cow-orker, Rigs. I agree with the sentiment to tell her to fuck off and die!
Fuck winter indeed. Papa Tigs and I just walked around the corner to the little restaurant that serves the best crabcakes in Maryland, and fuck, was it cold! And with a fucking wind, too. But the crabcakes were yummy. No cursing in their direction! Except that they’re so fucking rich I could only eat one of the two softball-sized crabcakes on my plate. (We’re talking crabmeat barely held together with some insanely rich sauce, with a paper-thin coating of breadcrumbs that’s then fried just until perfect.) Lunch tomorrow! Fuck, yeah!
Ahem. Anyway, that was nice. I feel much more human, albeit still so exhausted I can barely remember my name. But there’s actually hope for me getting my work done tonight before Papa Tigs gets up at 0 dark 30 to go to work in the morning. And then, of course, I get yet another congressional [del]drivel[/del] hearing to do over the weekend. Why do I say I love my job? :dubious: Oh yeah, because it beats the alternative, punching someone else’s clock. Also, because when they ask me to work this hard, I make sure they pay through the nose for the privilege of my services!
Yeah fuck winter.
I’ve had a headache all day. I think I’m going to end class early and go home to curl up on the sofa and watch Dexter. Cloud Maiden left for NYC today. Her being here did remind me how much I prefer to live with someone rather than live alone. But being alone does have its perks.
Huh! 
News to me! I mean, it was never a secret, right Haze?
Fill the guns with Tequilla and you got a deal
back afater I finish reading - Have I mentioned how much I hate not having access at work?
Any fan of George Carlin knows that…
We seem to like that Elizabethan word…
Rigby’s Fucking Heavenly Cookies
Ok, ok, I’m bending to the incredible pressure placed on me. Here is the cookie recipe:
4 squares (I presume 4 oz) Baker’s UNsweetened chocolate
3/4 cup unsalted butter–yes, BUTTER. Cope.
2 cups white sugar-the refined, godless empty calorie kind.
3 eggs
1 tsp vanilla
2 1/2 cups flour (I used 2 and 1/4. Sue me)
semi-sweet chocolate chips
chopped walnuts or pecans or hazelnuts (N.O.H.)-however much you want. Chopped cherries, if that’s where your heart lies. You are in control of your own destiny. Not me.
These cookies come with a glaze, but I reduce everything to the least amount of steps I can(you call it lazy; I call it efficient), so I didn’t even contemplate making it. If you want it so bad, go buy the f**king Chocolate squares and look into it yourownself. Ahem-I digressed.
Melt choc and butter in microwave. 2 minutes on high ought to do it. I don’t know your microwave. It might take longer or shorter–work with me here. Stir choc and butter to melt all of chocolate. Add all of sugar and blend. Add vanilla and blend. Add eggs (I add them one at a time. You do what you want. It’s your kitchen).
Moving on:
Add flour and stir. These cookies are so good, they don’t need no stinkin’ leavening. There is no baking soda or powder in them. How freeing!
Refrigerate dough for about an hour (that’s what I did. You can do it overnight). Preheat oven to 350. Foreigners, you’re on your own. I’ll hazard a guess and say 3. Weird ovens in the EU.
Shape into 1 inch balls–hey, they’re cookies. They’re not rigid entities, committed to arbitrary limits–go with the flow, dude. Place on cookie sheet (ungreased). Bake for about 8-10 minutes. The tops should look “set”. Let set on sheet for about one minute, then cool on rack–important step. Devour as many as you can before someone else smells them. I recommend skim milk, but it’s a free country. Philistines can drink what they like.
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Rigs, I want more of your recipes. They are hilarous.
Oh and I plan on making the cookies too. I can’t wait to bring them somewhere and tell them the name of them.
Well today is my Friday too. The Lean Six Sigma training wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be. This is mainly because it wasn’t “Death by Powerpoint” training. We did an actual sim using the DMAIC process and it proved somewhat interesting. Granted, the process we put under the DMAIC wasn’t all that complicated, but still it was better than sitting there with my eyes glazed over.
Unfortunately, by the end of this fiscal year (September for us US govie types), I will have to attend Green Belt training for Lean Six Sigma and will also have to have a process improvement project going. Yippee…I’m so excited…NOT.
Pie, I hope your doc can figure out what’s going on and make you feel better.
Well, I guess that’s it for now.
I’ve been meaning to transfer my recipes into one massive Word document–I think I’ve found my “voice”. I told Daughter (and had her read it), and she said, “so when my kids read this and ask me, Mommy–what is this-why all the bad words? I can tell them it is Grandma before her meds?”
I said yes.
But do the beat a Better Than Sex Cake?
DAMN YOU, MAMATIGS!!! I just got back from Bad Chinese because I got off work late and didn’t feel like making supper. I wanted crab cakes, but Capt Leonard’s is closed till next week or so.
Damn you, MamaTigs!!! 
Long day today - started with a late early meeting with my boss (he was supposed to see me at 7:30 - he didn’t get in till 7:40, blaming his wife.) Then another meeting at 10, and the VTC at 3. I finally got out of there at 4:15. Whew.
Glad tomorrow’s Firday. I’m thinking about taking the afternoon off. We shall see.
Jeesh. It’s ice cream that’s better than sex. I thought EVERYONE knew that. Jeesh.
Laundry awaits folding. Packing must be done. Tra la!
Gosh, I’ve started quite the potty mouth trend today.