gotti ::drool:: cabbage roll lasagna sounds so nummy! I foresee it entering the rotation at Chez swampcave.
FCM I try to be helpful. I was taught to look after my elders.
Taters ::snort:: This is another reason why it’s probably a good thing I decided I didn’t want to teach. I’m waaaaaay to juvenile. See, if I were that teacher and the kid said that to me, I’d probably bust out laughin’, even though, I know it’s something that needed to be addressed. Still, can’t deny the kid let go with a good one! All I’m doin’ in Miami is work. Though I’m goin’ down this afternoon, I’ll still start work. I’ll meet up with my cohort and we’ll get busy on preliminary stuff tonight and hit the ground runnin’ tomorrow. We have to leave out of there with a completed report on Friday afternoon.
SCL the whatever they call the driver’s license place in Jawja (Depatement of Driver Services?) here in Albeeeny is great. When I got my license renewed in July I was in and out in twenty-two minutes. That was on a Tuesday, which they claim to be the busiest day of the week.
This place really moves, I tells ya…Take a day to get some work done out of the office and look what I miss…what’s that a page and a half?
:dubious:
Don’t anyone work around here?
And after work, I was off to meet What Exit, who’s in town for some serious learnin’ thing for his job. He tried to explain it to the Wife, but she just got that glassy stare in her eyes, so I stopped him. We got him at his hotel, found us a restaurant that served beer, and sat for a couple hours plus, talking baseball, football and solving the world’s problems.
So the rest of you, take the day off because it’s all solved today.
Today’s pet peeve–people at the drive-thru who don’t pull up as far as they can so I can’t get to the ordering doohickey. Eight feet of space between you and the car in front of you is good when you’re moving, but when we’re all waiting for our coffee, how’s about you pull up? Are you afraid, Mr. BMW, that you’re going to get some of their Hyundai on you? Normally, between the ordering doohickey and the window, there is room for about four cars, or three SUVs. This morning, there was a little hatchback at the window, then the Hyundai (pulled up to within a foot or so of the car in front of it), a whoooooooole lotta space, the BMW, and me, with the ordering doohickey about level with the grill of my car, and me yelling out the window, hoping they can hear my order.
I did not even honk, though, because I’m such a good person. He was on the damn phone and wouldn’t have heard me, anyway. :mad:
Good morning. Today is starting out a bit stressful. I turned my alarm clock off, instead of hitting the snooze button. And I’m an hour late. Imagine that!
And I am going to leave early, since I have to pick up brother and his wife at the airport, but first have to swing by the grocery store and by the house so I can feed them when we get home.
Ima leavin’ in a few minutes for Tallahassee, Flahrdy from whence I shall take da plane to Miami. Try not to miss me too bad.
Now, behave (as much as is possible) yourselves while I’m gone. No hittin’ or bitin’ unless the other person says it’s ok first. Eat your veggies. Brush your teeth. Don’t run with scissors. Wash your hands. Quit pickin’ your nose, that’s disgusting! Look both ways before crossing the street. You can have ice cream if you eat all your broccoli. Do your homework.
I really miss stuffed cabbage (pronounced Ha-loop-kees where I come from). My recipe calls for hamburger, rice, salt, pepper, garlic powder, cabbage and V8 juice. You make the little packages, place in a big pot, douse with V8 and let it simmer till the V8 reduces down to a sauce. Sorry about the blasphemy, fcm. Mr. Anachi does not like cooked cabbage so I don’t make it anymore. I have to make stuffed peppers do which are almost, but not quite, as good.
There is no such thing as a rue. It’s an urban legend. So there!
taters, was it Tourette’s Syndrome?
dolores, you shoulda just threw in the towel and called in sick.
mgb, course we work! :dubious: In between posting. Cha!
Speaking of…I got a PowerPoint that ain’t gettin’ done by itself.
I’m taking today off, too. Time for taking apart a smoked picnic shoulder! To go with the the 1000000000 pounds of shredded zuchinni!
I like broccoli. Do I get extra ice cream for that?
tupug, nope it’s not Tourettes, and it’s not Aspberger syndrome either. Something similar to Aspbergers and autism though.
I really, really, really don’t want to be at work. It’s going to be a beautiful day, with temps in the 80s. My husband, the big slacker, took today off.
That cabbage dish sounds interesting; I may have to try and make it sometime, just for something different.
Li-li, you could make zuchinni latkes with the shredded zukes. They’re very tasty. The recipe I had called for a sour cream sauce with roasted red bell peppers. I used to have zuchinnis growing out of my ears when I had a vegetable garden. I became very creative in the use of zuchinni. Stir fry, bread, cake, latkes, fried zuchinni, and other stuff. I’ll try and find the recipe I had for the latkes. I think you’d like them.
**Swampy, ** I always eat my veggies. I don’t know about the behaving part though. That may be tough.
So, this morning, I figured I’d go without the narcotics and take Advil for work, partly because I’m s’posed to, but mostly because I want to preserve my stockpile of percocet for as long as I can, so when I call the doctor and say I’m still hurtin’ and I’d like some more, please, he won’t say “But I just gave you some, you addict!”
I am here to tell you, Advil is not cutting the mustard. It’s not even 10:30, and I’m already uncomfy enough to feel like crying. Grr. I’d really like to work a whole day, if only for monetary reasons. But I don’t think I’m even going to make it till noon like this.
I still remember one year when the zucchini were growing so prolifically that neighbors took to sneaking around in the predawn light and dumping bags of them on other people’s porches. My mom ended up with a couple bags that way. I’m here to tell you, zucchini lasagna is the way to go. Big slices of zucchini instead of pasta, and you can get rid of a whole big zucchini in next to no time.
I feel for your friend, Taters. You have to keep a straight face in front of the kid, but it can be really hard. I’ll never forget when my son was in kindergarten or first grade or some such, and every week he had brought home a folder with his assignments for the week so I could look at them, and there was also a little calendar page and every day he behaved well he got a teddy bear stamp for that day. All went well and he had solid teddy bear stamps, until one day in November when his week went teddy bear/teddy bear/“David said the F word today”/teddy bear/teddy bear. :eek: His teacher, bless her heart (and not in the Southern way), assured me that she knew he hadn’t picked up that word at home, and that she’d had a hard time not laughing at him, either.
I finally figured out why I couldn’t get anything done yesterday. Papa Tigs gave me the bug that’s currently going around his office. You know, I might as well work there myself, considering that I get every germ that walks in their door, apparently. But at least now I know why I’m feeling so miserable. It’s not helping me get the work done that I have to have completed by this afternoon, but understanding is a good thing, right?
Oh, re zucchini, I forgot to add a story that had me :eek:ing up a storm when Papa Tigs told me. See, he lived in Guam for 11 years before I met him, and apparently someone made the mistake of planting zucchini in their garden. And then it started growing wild. So by the time he ended up there, there was a four-acre chunk of jungle behind where he lived that had zucchini vines that had literally climbed the trees, so you could reach up and pick zucchini by the thousands. Welcome to the Zucchini Jungle!
You could use the power of the ADA to demand a comfy couch to lay prone on, and a laptop to do your job. You could then claim to be an addict and a slacker.
You’re welcome.
VWife also has quite the collection of high powered pain killers, and I call her an addict quite often. The fact that she’s clinically addicted is beside the point…
… crap. I really need to start going to bed earlier. I try to get up at 8:30 and I wake up two hours later. I have class in 15 minutes. Here’s the pun. It’s physics based, so I apologize to anyone who is left blinking rapidly and thinking “buh??” at the end of it. Try tomorrow’s, is all I can tell those of you who are less than technically inclined.
I had a dentist appt this a.m. I love going to the dentist. I have really healthy teeth so they always say nice things to me. And I really like how it feels when they use the pokey thing to scrape off crud. It just feels good.
This was my first time at the new dentist since I’ve moved. I like the one I picked. They’re really close to home, and everyone - from the receptionist to the hygenist to the dentist himself - seemed very friendly. So I’m happy. And my teeth feel nice and clean. I’m starting to feel hungry though so the nice clean teeth feeling may not last. Oh well.
That’s the excitement in my life. Ain’t it grand? (Those are my clean teeth!)
Drae, try Aleve or generic naproxen instead of Advil. I’ve found that it works better (I have prescription strength now, which is 500 mg), but I always took 2 pills at a time when I used it OTC.
I think I’m getting better. I came home last night and cried, though. Then I went to bed. I woke up this morning at the ungodly hour of 6 am and washed the dishes, vacuumed, fed the cats and made quick cooking Irish oatmeal, which is an oxymoron, but it tasted good anyway. I think I look a little yellow, but I hope that’s just my imagination. :crosses fingers: Then I called my renter’s insurance, because they sent me a cancellation notice due to lack of payment. Wha? I signed up for this insurance through my bank, surely they could manage to collect my money? No, they’d rolled over to a new billing system and their payment request kept being declined. But I got all that fixed this morning, too. Now I just have to go to the bank and the post office and I’ll be all set.
I’m getting really ticked off at Amazon. I signed up for Amazon Prime last spring, because I hated having to wait and wait and wait for my $25 shipments to all be in the same place at the same time. So now I that I have Amazon Prime, they bill me, send out an “Your item has been shipped” email, and it sits. And sits. And sits. And it doesn’t actually get sent to UPS/USPS/Airborne Home until I call and ask where it is. Whereupon I get a snotty attitude from the service rep “Well, you have to give it time.” No, not when it’s shipping from the Richmond warehouse, I don’t. That’s one day delivery to where I live, 2 days at most. If it’s shipping from Richmond or Sparks, I should have it the next day, not next week. If it’s two weeks later, it’s not UPS or the USPS that’s the problem. It’s funny how it appears in the shipping stream an hour after I called, isn’t it?
I still have a bit of yesterday’s headache but I am at work. They’ve scheduled a firedrill for today and not olnly told us it was for today but at exactly what time it would start. Er, isn’t that a point of a drill? to catch us unaware and watch us react accordingly? The good part is, they told me I could stay put, since it’s only a drill and stairs are difficult for me (what I wouldn’t give to work on the main floor, no stairs, no 'vator, and windows to look through >le sigh<
hi to all and assorted noises of sympathy, commiseration, congratulations, etc, as appropriate
