On the topic of martinis, I’m absolutely meh. Apart from Toasted Almond, the only mixed drinks I like are sweet girly-drinks. Except I pretty much never drink anyway.
I’s tahred. I’m seeing an early night again tonight. Yesterday, I was asleep before 9.
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Gin smells like Christmas trees.
I suppose it is the drink of the season.
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I tried typing :disapproval:, but it won’t work.
For once I agree with Flytrap.
FTR, there’s nothing wrong with vodka. But the drink(s) made with it aren’t proper martinis. They’re something else.
I’m home, fed and properly girded (though not lubricated) for the meeting. As we say in the biz, there’s probably a severe whiskey front blowing through in just a couple more hours. For quality I prefer single malt neat. For drinkin’ its bourbon on the rocks, martinis as above, or gin & soda on a hot afternoon. Hard to say which’ll win tonight; probably the bourbon (Basil Hayden’s: middlin’ price, maximum goodness).
After I left wife at the hospital an hourish later wife’s sis showed up. So now Mom had her brood there with no male supervision. She apparently promptly worked herself into a frenzy that she should be worrying about and protecting her poor helpless daughters, rather than them sitting there in her ER room worrying about protecting her. After all, she was fine!, just fine! They should let her go home now. Now I say! While grimacing mightily every time she waved her left arm for emphasis.
The daughters (a rocket scientist and an ice hockey-playing attorney, so not exactly delicate damsels) duly left proper instructions w the nurses and abandoned Mom to her fate at the hands of the Eeeviiiil medical industry. Feeding Mom’s drama is not on our list, although managing and monitoring her care is. The nurse understood immediately. Plus, we have lots of inside at this hospital and know they’re taking awesome care of her. No matter how much she lies to them. Kids! whaddayagonnado??
I hope that all goes well with your MIL’s treatment flyguy.
The way that swampy makes a martini is how I do, but I prefer cocktail onions to olives and call it a Gibson.
I had a project meeting with my boss today. He is more focused on the operations side of it and wants the reporting to reflect that. His (outgoing) boss has been the one to give me feedback since I took it over and he was more focused on the finance end. It looks like I’ll be shifting to a more comprehensive report next month. :sigh:
Tomorrow is the holiday dinner for our facility. There will be some good barbeque.
Punkin pie with freshly whipped cream is yummerrific! 
Wish I had a kitchen fairy to load the dishwasher and wipe down the counters…
Retro-active abortion? :dubious:
flyguy, I’ve had relatives do the same thing as they aged, just wanted to go home, “it’s nothing”. Hope she is doing better. And hope the meeting doesn’t end in tears (or blood, toil and sweat, to cover all of Winston’s points).
I don’t believe I have ever drank a Martini in my 64 years on the planet, so I’ll have to abstain from that discussion.
P.O.‘ed at the Publix market. Bought a couple of bags of salad fixins’ with a sell by date of 8 December. Got one out tonight and is was a sodden mass of dead greens. Got the other bag out and it was not any better. Far as I can see my refrigerator is working, so something went wrong–settled from Grilled cheeses and corn on the cob.
Soccer watched, hoses put in garage, and sater/sewage bill paid. Think that’s enough for one day, will spend the evening upon the internet.
I must also abstain from martini judgement.
I’ve drunk both, but for some reason I don’t remember what they tasted like.
I’m not a martini fan, but my husband is a connoisseur. I’ve tried many a martini to be supportive. Currently I find that I like Brandy Alexanders. I had one at the airport last week. It was nummy.
My son’s dog has run away to my room. He likes hiding under the covers. Apparently I have the best bed. 
I got my new carry on today, but I may send it back. I need something on wheels, since I can’t carry a bag anymore. It should be able to handle a laptop, headphone, various glasses, medications, computer, e-reader, wallet, etc. All the stuff I’ve been schlepping through the airport in my giant purse. I’d like it to fit under the seat, since heaving things over my head won’t work really well either. I ordered this bag from eBags, but it’s too big. I don’t need that middle section. Back to the drawing board I guess.
Hope MiL improves skyguy.
Best wishes on a quick and full recovery for MIL Skyguy. I like the new name.
Dang ole washer died in the middle of my load of my clothes. Hubby said he’ll take a look at it in the morning. Guess I will go to irk nekkid tomorrow. I kid. And they are sitting in a full washer of water so it shall be fun to wring them out by hand and shlepp them to somewhere to do them over if’n Hubs can’t get the washer going. Always something.
The best martini I ever had was a cucumber one. That’s what they called it. Need a gallon right now.
Night folks.
Survived the meeting. Only a few pitchforks. They didn’t much like the increase, but half of it was stuff we can’t control the price of, like hurricane insurance, and half of it was stuff they’ve been clamoring for. So we listen to an hour of ritual whining then they all vote to approve. The rest of our board business took another 2 hours, but thankfully that’s not real contentious and all but the hard core spectators had long since left us in peace.
I’m now enjoying my 7 oz Heineken followed by bed. Decided I’d rather sleep better than have a whiskey front. Tomorrow is likely to be a busy day.
Thanks to all for the well-wishes ref MIL. She’s actually a sweet lady, and under a lot of stress. She’s much better with me and with most adults than she is with her daughters. Which is hardly unusual.
My bet is this turns out to be a fairly minor event. She’ll have her day or two of ruffled feathers and inconvenience at the hospital then press on. As we’ve talked about any number of times, the cat has 9 lives but not 10. There comes a time when the battle damage gets too severe and the ship is sunk.
This latest isn’t good news, but neither is it a crisis. It’s funny to see the ambivalence where one day she can hardly wait to make it to 100; heck, why stop there? The sky’s the limit! And other days she’s not so sure the hassle is worth it. She’s not in a hurry to check out, but how much more inconvenience and indignity will old age pile onto me?
When she’s feeling down I remind her of the Depression and the old saying: “Use it up, wear it out, make it do, or do without.” Mom, if you die with any part of your body still working well, you haven’t squeezed all the mileage out of it yet. You gotta wear out the whole thing. The alternative is burying parts with life left in 'em. You don’t want to waste any do you? Her Depression-era upbringing kicks in and she beams and announces she’s good to at least a 100; she’s still got a few parts that are hardly broken in yet. You go girl. Yaay Mom!
G’night all.
S, some guy shoplifted $90 of hose As Seen On TV house lights from the store this morning. My shift got a pic of the license plate. He wasn’t home, but the police did find him. At the county courthouse, being arraigned for another shoplifting charge.:smack:
I also like gin martinis. Tanqueray, a splash of vermouth, 3 olives.
Bless your heart
:eek:
:dubious:
skyguy ,that’s a rough day. But glad MiL is doing better.
I want the oversized mug a friend has -------- BIG GIANT CUP OF SHUT THE F*@K UP!
I do OK for the mornings and I am seriously a night person. Where I get a case of the grumpies is more noon to say 2; don’t know why but I’ve always been that way.
That reminds me of my favorite dam beer.
Pymatuning Dam Beer
from Straub’s Brewery
Page 3 already? Well I’ll be darned ---- where has the week gone?
Oh yeah ---- wasted on that silly adult work and health stuff. See ya’ll tomorrow after my next double.
PS – Doc wants to get some x-rays and stuff on my shoulder (some on and off pains - nothing bad) but we both suspect its basically the number of winters and seasons of abuse I’ve given it showing its ugly head. She didn’t ask for cash so I always take that as a good sign she expects me around long enough to pay a bill.
Good Mornin’ Y’all! Up and caffeinatin’. YAWN 'Tis 42 Amurrkin out and cloudy with a predicted high of 48 and rain for the day. It did rain some overnight so we shall see. I shall make a big pot of beef and veggie soup in the biiiiiiiiiiiiiiiig slow cooker/oven thingy today. I shall also make some chikin and veggie soup in a smaller slow cooker. We et beast stew 'n corn bread last night and the rest of the stew got put in quart containers and is now in da freezer. We shall have beef veggie soup tonight and chikin veggie tomorrow. The rest of both will go reside in da freezer as well. A cold icky day is just the kind of day to make soup. Anywho, that’s the big plan for the day.
Skyguy glad the meetin’ went well. Here’s hopin’ MIL gets better and goes home soonest.
Now I need more caffeine and rumbly tummy wants to be fed. After that I shall purtify (one should be shevelled even if’n one is just stayin’ home) and commence to soup makin’.
Happy Thursday Y’all!
Lesson learned this morning - vacuum-sealing apple slices won’t keep them from turning brown. Dammit. I thought I’d slice my apple at home instead of at my desk, but in the short time from packing it at home to unpacking it at my desk, the slices had started turning ever-so-slightly. They’re fine and I know it’s all in my head, but ick! 
Weird dream last night involving my being served a hot dog bun with lettuce and tomato when I’d ordered french toast. Then I was walking in a bad area and some guys started hassling me and some other guys came over to help me and I was “fighting” one of the baddies by grabbing him by the hair and pulling is head toward the ground. Because that’s what they teach in self-defense, right? Dream brains lack logic.
And so begins my day.
**Butters **- hope you don’t have to go to work nekkid - most desk chairs are itchy! :eek:
**Skyguy **- THREE HOUR board meeting? That’s so, so wrong.
**swampy **- dammit, now I want soup! But we’ll be having poke roast in the rotisserie.
Happy Thursday!
Soups are in slow cookers. Go Me! ‘Tis dreary, gloomy and cold out. A good day for soup makin’.
Up? Check.
Caffeine? Check.
Nice day outside? Check.
Sniffles? Low.
Ambition? Missing in action, Sir!
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Oughta feed, check on Mom, and do the hour of admin from last night’s board meeting. Should’ve done most of that over the last two hours. Instead I was here in my comfy chair with my imaginary friends.
Light dusting of snow overnight. I kinda forgot how brutal winter can be. At least there aren’t the 35 mph winds of the last 2 days.
Yesterday I had 2 Jameson’s and ginger ale and some orange liquor type cocktail. My friend had to drive me home. It’s my once a year getting tiddly. Drinks was followed by flounder stuffed with crab and gorgonzola cheese. D@mn it was good.
It is 29 out. Amurkin. twenty-nine. The kids want to know when it will snow.
Off to meet the school bus.