I don’t think I have ever had beef stroganoff. I’ve seen it though and I’ve always been interested in giving it a try.
I lovelovelovelove beastloaf. I don’t like it with the ketchup glaze though, what’s up with that? Sweetie’s beastloaf is the yummiest and healthiest I’ve ever had. He uses salsa in place of eggs and bread crumbs and anything else you might mix in. It has great flavor and salsa’s way healthier than bread and eggs.
Dinner tonight will be…water.
Sweetie is making a brisket and even the smell is making me queasy. I’m iffy on brisket on a good day but I’m really not feeling well right now so it’s totally hitting me the wrong way. I’m also not even remotely hungry and I still feel full from lunch so I doubt it’ll be hurting me any to skip dinner.
My brain’s too disjointed to come up with a coherent post but apparently my grandpa has congestive heart failure. I don’t know the details, really, yet because my dad took him to the doctor for a suspected cold and this is what he found out and I just got home.
Good Mornin’ Y’all! Up and caffienatin’. YAWN ‘Tis is a too warmish 67 Amurrkin out with a predicted high of 78 with rain and tstorms. Natch I get to be out in it again. On the bright side though, I get to do what I did yestiddy and come back to da cave when I’m done travelin’. I like the can irk from home part of this gig.
StickyBuns sorry about your grandpa and the CHF.
Ok, I need me some more caffiene and rumbly tummy wants to be fed. Then, alas and alack, irk purtification must commence. Rah.
congo, maybe your Astronomy teacher is related to my Physical Chemistry teacher, who’d switch his hearing aid off upon entering the classroom. When we found out, we finally understood why the question he answered was never the one we’d asked! He was anwering the FAQs of some 10 years prior :rolleyes: Bert, Mom’s had infiltraciones, which are shots on/around the spine, but I don’t know the details. I know that for her it’s worked well, for other people we know it hasn’t. I hope it works well for you.
OK, this pisses me off. Just seconds ago, I thought of something I wanted to ask here, and the instant I opened this thread, I forgot it. dammit! :mad: I feel like that episode of Married With Children where Kelly would lose one fact for every new fact she crammed into her brain… maybe I just need caffeine.
Happy Firday! It’s Seafood Extravaganza day at McKay’s - or whatever they call their big seafood sale - and I’m going to get some crab legs for tonight’s supper, just because. They only have this sale a couple of times a year, and it’s not *all *that cheap, but, hey, crab legs!! So that’s my chore for today - a trip to Leonardtown. And some laundry, too. And the dishes I didn’t do last night because I didn’t want to.
I thought the stroganoff was kinda bland, but **FCD **liked it, which surprised me. He generally hates bland food. What killed me was that I looked up 5 or 6 recipes and they were all *very *different. We’re talking major ingredient differences - like my MIL’s recipe, which used cream of some crap soup - or one that didn’t use any onions at all!! :eek: Weird. Still, we had a nice visit with our daughter, and both of us are going to her school on Monday to judge the 6th grade Science Fair, because we’re nice, dammit!
{{{Sticky}}} - hope all goes well with your grandpa. We’re waiting for word whether MIL will be getting a pacemaker, a little bomb she dropped in an oh-by-the-way manner the other day. Sometimes, I think having parents/grandparents is worse than having kids, because the parents used to be the ones in charge, until they started slipping.
Ok, so there are a few of us eating kind of a business lunch. One is very poser, wannabee food snob, another is this guy I know who’s just a funny guy. The snob lady starts talking about French food and how she travels there all the time for the cuisine (which she keeps mispronouncing calling it “ho-tay”), which is all pretty funny because my friend is in reality also a gourmet chef and major foodie.
I see him getting kind of amused at her pretentiousness until at one point he interrupts her, giving me a “watch this” look. She was in the middle of telling us that as much as she’d love to overindulge that the heavy creams and sauces destroy her diets, etc..
He says oh yes he knows that feeling then asks her if she’s ever tried the (insert snooty French word which his look tells me is something he completely made up and which probably translates as “puked in cat litter aged in Chardonnay”
Oh yes, she titters, and asks his opinion of it. At which point he says he enjoys it, but my word I’ve never seen so much margarine in one place ever before in his life.
Nava - Astronomy professor frequently turns her hearing aid off in class because it is noisy and irritating. I’m not sure which is more irritating - her hearing aid or her not hearing a damn thing anyone says to her. She keeps forgetting to swap between the overhead projector and the computer so whatever she is trying to show isn’t up on the big screen. We yell at her that it’s not up but generally she’s done explaining whatever it was before she realizes that we can’t see it. So, she swaps over and then goes to the next item without repeating the one we just missed.
I was woken up by an Iggy foot on my eyeball. He actually managed to step on my eye hard enough to separate my sleeping eyelids. If I get pink eye from his dirty little doggy foot I’m gonna kill him.
It snewed last night! We might actually have 2 cm of snow out there! I think it’s the most snow we’ve had since our Halloween snowstorm.
I wish my doctor made housecalls because I REALLY don’t want to go to the hospital today. It’s at least 2 miles away!!! I just can’t handle that much because I am wicked lazy and I just want to go back to sleep.
My grandma got a pacemaker after passing out and getting a nice big gash on the back of her head. Her ‘oh-by-the-way’ moment was when we realized that continually passing out was the reason why she gave up driving but never told anyone that there was a problem.
Ya gotta love Alzheimer’s. Thank goodness I was downstairs this morning when my grandma decided she was going to throw some old food outside into the swamp/surrounding area for the cats to eat. It was those long tube popsicles (encased in plastic). Our new neighbors would have just loved to have popsicles floating around in their water. (Normally she throws out old bread and stuff like that.)
So, my grandpa thinks that he just has a cold. I’m not sure what my grandma thinks is going on. Apparently CHF is very treatable but it sounds like they’re going to have to switch back to a low sodium or no sodium diet again (they were doing this until Alz set in and then they just started eating whatever they wanted). This all means that I am most likely going to have to start preparing their meals for them as I’m certain that they won’t know how to do this by themselves.
Pleasant surprise last night - I was issued a new camera at work, first one in 8 years. A huge upgrade in technology, I have switched from tape to digital media. Spent 5 hours last night reading the manual with the camera next to me, discovering every setting, tweaking every option. It really is a game changer for me work-wise. Everyone else in town upgraded years ago. Will hopefully put it in service tonight.
MD, DC & VA folks be aware of a fire weather warning tonight - high winds and dry. May get ugly. Had a small thunderstorm roll through last night around midnight. I am so looking forward to spring, not that we had anything like winter this year.
I’ll be honest I’m kind of freaking out right now. I just started a thread in CS for meal suggestions. I have no idea what I’m going to cook for them on a regular basis given all of his dietary restrictions. Not to mention that today is grocery shopping day and I’m going to have to arm wrestle with my grandma to stop her from buying all of the usual crap that she normally gets because I’m sure she’s not going to understand what’s going on. I’m supposed to be doing homework right now, but my brain is frazzled already. Ugh.
Sticky I’m so sorry to read what you are going through. I can’t even imagine.
I don’t remember your full backstory but I can guess between school and family it’s overwhelming. I can offer anonymous internet user good intentions, so you’ve got those. The only other thing I can offer is the thought that keeps me going in tough times: there are over 6 billion people on this planet, some of them have gone through what you are going through. Of those, many have succeeded. You can too.
Just got back from the doctor. I got my neurology referral. I also got an ophthalmology referral. Apparently the MRI showed blahblahblahblahblah, which frequently shows up on MRIs of people with pseudotumor, which is what the school doc thinks I have. He told me to keep taking the Diamox, which does actually seem to be helping reduce the severity and duration of the headaches. Unfortunately it’s also screwing with my sense of taste, making my hands tingle annoyingly, and causing bad lethargy. And on that note, I’m going back to bed. We need a yawning smiley.
eta - my doc has a crapload of clocks on his walls - all from drug companies. I didn’t realize that they weren’t actually running. Today I noticed that the one in the exam room was wrong and I asked if he knew it was wrong. He said, “Oh yes, that’s the 4-hour erection clock”. That’s when I realized that it’s a clock for Viagra and it stopped exactly at 4:00.
**CatDude **- not sure I would say funny, but maybe it was a you-had-to-dream-this moment… I must say I’m impressed you remembered in such detail. My recollections are usually random images and disquieting feelings.
Back from erranding, and the sun is breaking thru. Once the temps climb a bit, all the windows will be opened, or at least several will. Dishwasher is washing dishes, and I should do something constructive, but I might just eat lunch instead.
So that’s my chore for today - a trip to Leonardtown. And some laundry, too. And the dishes I didn’t do last night because I didn’t want to.
I must say I’m impressed you remembered in such detail. My recollections are usually random images and disquieting feelings.