Good Mornin’ Y’all! Up and caffeinatin’. YAWN .Tis 50 Amurrkin out and cloudy and that is the predicted high for the day. suppose to get rainy through Firday with high temps ONLY in the mid 40s! :eek: Our first taste of Winter. It rained some last night but not the all night TWPTB predicted. We shall see what the next couple of days actually turns out weather wise. Beast stew and cornbread for suppage. I shall get started on the beast stew anon. I prefer to take a nice chuck roast and cut it into hunks. Anywho I can get it started and let it cook for several hours in my big slow cooker. Some laundry shall also be done. Plus, it’s geezer day at the Pubic Sto’ and some groceries are needed so I’ll make a trip there this mornin’.
Butters the dentist removed the remainin’ stitches yestiddy and she said things looked good. I have a follow-up in two weeks and then two weeks again after that. Got both appointments all scheduled even.
Now I need more caffeine and to feed rumbly tummy. Then I suppose I should purtify if’n I am to go about the public at the Pubic Sto’.
Afternoon, all! It’s pub day today, and none too soon either. Last day of term on Friday so we can wave goodbye to our students (and 99% of our academics) until January. The office staff are knackered and cranky because it’s been a tough few months for all of us, not helped by the academics who suddenly realise they have students being assessed who need computers, extra time, rooms, invigilators etc. Actually, they didn’t stop to think about invigilators until I used that nasty word in front of them…
Feel better soon, sickies! I am fully expecting to come down with something icky as soon as I finish for the xmas break, at which point we will also get six feet of snow and be unable to leave the house for days.
You lost me at “vodka”. Martinis are made with gin. Abominations are made with vodka.
Bombay Sapphire and a gentle mist of good vermouth plus 2 real olives with no pimientos. One sip and the world rapidly improves. Or at least soft-focuses.
Nevertheless, booze does not improve colds so I skipped it last night.
Mornin’ all! Woke up late. Still not 100% but am fighting my infection to a draw: lazy, a little stupid*, & mildly stuffy but otherwise comfortable. Day is warm and sunny, Irk has been told to buzz off until I feel better, and food is next.
I have achieved the provision of comestibles and have beast stew hangin’ out in the slow cooker. It will be good! TWPTB might even get this one right. There appears to be all kinds of rain headed this way.
Flyguy I could not agree more. Vodka is an abomination unto that most sophisticated and couth cocktail that is the martini.
Boo Fae, thank you; I learned a new word today-invigilators. I’ve heard of monitors and proctors, but this is a new term that I’ll add to my vocabulary (albeit I probably will never ahve cause to use it again).
swampy, you weather is my weather. About 41F now and not seeing 50F in the near future. Need to get the hoses inside the garage today, I guess.
FCM, labor down here in Ali-bama was “only” $75/hr. :eek:
Nut, always nice to get money back. Now see what they do to your bill next month…
Foot feels better but rest of me a bit punk. Did go 3 for 3 on Sudoku in the paper, but they always put the easy ones in early in the week. Actually started a new thread here, regarding the Centennial of the Great Halifax explosion, about which I read a book this Thanksgiving season. Only other to-do is watching Champions League Soccer this afternoon.
Lunch has been ingested - once again, I was working away, oblivious to the time. But it’s all good now. I guess.
I’ll stop on the way home for some ribs to be smoked for Christmas dinner with the inlaws. I’ll see about smoking them this weekend, then freezing them for the trip. I also need to make some cookies - chocolate chip and oatmeal-raisin for sure. I may do gingersnaps, too. Depends on how I feel and what ingredients I need to buy.
Martinis are made with gin. The word “vermouth” is whispered quietly over the glass, and 2 olives are added.
Today Pepper Pup noticed that her shadow and mine were on the fence. This was different. She had to bark to let everyone know. Bark! Bark! Bark! You are welcome neighborhood. :o
Also dog related, I was doing research on diets or supplements that might help poor Pooka-bear’s skin. He has been miserable for a while now, with sores, and fur falling out, and tests. No one has solved the mystery. It looks like it may be a food allergy. I started him on an anti-histamine and he’s acting like a different dog. I’m also changing his diet. It will take several weeks to see if the skin heals and the fur starts to grow back, but I’m happy just to see him acting better.
I have things to do, but I have currently hiding in bed with a warm puppy. Clearly the best course of action.
And Tequila makes your clothes fall off. There ought to be a good joke in there somewhere putting those two ideas together.
The version of that recipe I like best is: first the bartender pours the gin, then he/she faces Italy and salutes. Then add olives, etc.
Personally I do like a few drops of actual vermouth; it adds a certain je ne sais quoi to plain old gin. YMMV.
Well. My day took a turn.
Cue major flail #1:
I’d started prepping my breakfast when the phone rang. It was our board President. A glitch in the management company’s cockamamie budget spreadsheet wasn’t caught and the info we sent to the membership is wrong by a few percent. Tonight is the vote and it’s always a nasty process without the board having just given up a bunch of credibility to a stupid formula error. Oh yeah, did I mention we’re springing a 10% budget increase on them? Before the error that understates the actual hit they’ll all take?
So we had to find out what went wrong, rejigger the numbers, and decide how to manage the differences.
So between panicky incoming phone calls I choke down my quickly cooling breakfast.
Then comes crisis #2:
I’ve barely put away the breakfast dishes when Aged MIL calls.
I’m writing this from the ED at the hospital where the ambulance took her after the nurse on duty at the home heard Mom’s story and went :eek::eek:!
Mom’s to be admitted to the cardiac ward since they’re pretty sure she had a mighty fine minor heart attack, not a stroke. Her EKG looks normal to this layman except for the big gaps every 20-30 seconds when the heart takes a break. The blinking [AFIB] that pops up every time the machine beeps urgently is another clue.
Mom’s peeved and wants to be home. I’m fine dammit!
So now I need to make some Mom errands and phone calls, eat something, and attend a poisoned board meeting with our membership waving pitchforks. While my cold still saps 10% of what I’ve got left. Poor me.
Just another day in Paradise. It still beats Irking.
Well, shoot skyguy. That sounds like an all around stressful day. For what it’s worth, my mother-in-law did something similar with us once. She kept insisting that she had swallowed an aspirin wrong, but finally let us take her to the hospital. Sure enough, it was a heart attack. She spent the next few days telling everyone there was nothing wrong. The bypass surgery revealed 90% blockage on 3 out of 4 arteries. I think being curmudgeonly comes with age for some folk.
I hope everything goes better of the rest of the day.
This is much better than last time when we found out she’d been hospitalized on the 3rd day as she was trying to make an AMA escape. Or the time she confided in us about the stroke she’d had 4 months ago; the one that obviously affected her short term memory and executive functions. She thought we hadn’t noticed. Or the heart event years ago when she didn’t live in the same city as us. She sprung that one over the Thanksgiving turkey. She also tried to not mention that one to the cardiac doc today.
Old people are funny. They also snore while they sleep. They’re so cute. Glad she’s snoozing; she’s had a much rougher couple days than I have.
Home, somewhat pissed. FoodLion didn’t have the ribs advertised on sale, dammit. So I’ll have to go again in the hopes of getting some.
**FCD **doesn’t want supper, so I’m going to make myself a hunk of cod and a salad. I did buy whipping cream, YAY - I can have whipped cream on the punkin pie. So there’s that.
Wow! Don’t think I’ve seen such unanimity in the MMP before (w/ the exception of what we think of flytrap)*. Y’all can have my share of gin. YEECH.
Personally, I like a good Scotch but will also drink that stuff improperly spelled with an ‘e’ in it. flyguy, it sounds like you may want a gin martini, a vodka martini, & a scotch by the time your day is done.
flyguy yikes! Hope things are better with MIL and hope the board meetin’ goes well.
The makin’ of a good martini requires the shaker to be cold. A tiny bit of vermouth is then poured into the shaker. The vermouth should be swirled around a bit and then any excess poured out. A very generous jigger or two of gin should then be added. Shake vigorously and pour into a proper martini glass, preferably a glass that has been chilled. One or two olives are then added but no more than two because more than two olives is garish and not couth. If one is feelin’ naughty, one can make a dirty martini by the addition of a splash or two of whatever the olives you are using are floatin’ in. We call it olive juice but know it’s not really olive juice. Green olives only btw, either plain or stuffed with bleu cheese.
In the film Casino Royale, after Bond has had the snot beaten out of him and asks the bartender for a martini, the bartender asks, “Shaken or stirred?”
Bond replies, “Do I look like I give a damn?”
:eek:
So there’s that.