Back, having breakfasted on the leftovers from Pancake Tuesday. I need to learn how to find the precise temp for the griddle - I either burn or undercook my pancakes. Today was burn (slightly) so they were meh. To counteract the char, I’m having some medicinal carrot cake.
I also loaded the dishwasher (which is running now) and hand-washed the pieces that wouldn’t fit. My nose is still over-producing, yet is stuffed up - can someone explain that to me??
I was watching HGTV and one of my pet GRRRRs happened again. Attention, EVERYONE!! You is acceptable as both singular and plural. It is not necessary to say “You guys” to indicate that you’re speaking to more than one person. And despite its somewhat generic nature, it grates on me when “you guys” is aimed at a pair of women. STOP IT! NOW!!! Either say “You” or “both of you” or “all of you” but quit with YOU GUYS!!! dammit. :mad:
<steeling myself against the smart-assed Mumpers who will now use “you guys” just to piss me off…>
All right, then. Thanks for the soup, Muppet! Actually, that’s what I’m craving, but I don’t feel like making a batch from scratch and I have no canned chickie soup. Maybe I’ll ask **FCD **to stop at the grocery on his way home.
I just let Scruffy out - it’s mild out there - low 60s! I’m thinking about opening the house for a little while to take advantage of it. It won’t last past this morning, but it’s been so long since I was able to air this place… Off to open windows…
Howdy Y’all! It’s a beautiful day in dacavehood! Really. Sunny and mild. A bit windy (duh! March is upon us.) but nice. Da cave is all defilthyfied even.
I have some chicken laigs and thighs on the smoker cause I wanted some. They should be done by noonish. I’m thinkin’ smoked chicken, green beans and rice will be good for dindin. Of course, I might need me a laig or thigh or two for N.O.L.
Followed, of course, by a nappypoo.
Rebo if you do this we will be forced to call you Re or Bo or Reb.
Glad HRH is gettin’ better Dotty.
MOOOOOOM you need chicken soup. Everybody knows a cold or sniffles, heck, anything that produces copious snot needs chicken soup. It’s a rule, I think.
BioRosie glad you weren’t hurt. However, someone should have youtubed it.
Moonie ear flitting? How does one flit one’s ears? I am intrigued.
Hmmmm… looks like I need to go check out some Agony Aunt Ryl. It’s my latest addiction.
ETA: More than one you is y’all. Learn it. Use it.
And now that the obligatory smartass answer is out of the way… If one is human, then one does not, insofar as I am aware, flit one’s ears. Wiggle, maybe, but I can’t do that either. However, I’m a furry and I tend to remain in-character at more or less all times while online, whether it be in forum postings or AIM chats or what have you. My “fursona” - my furry self, sort of like an RP character - is a snow-white anthropomorphic wolf, and as a result, I frequently use emotes like flits ears or wags tail which you silly hyoo-mans would find quite difficult.
Well, that was fun. As I walked from room to room letting fresh air in, I encountered 2 separate cat horks. I suspect Taz, as Ziva hasn’t moved all morning - she’s such a lump! I just finished cleaning them up. SIL is leaving for class, then work. **FCD **called - he’ll stop and get my soup.
That’s the update from the walking dead. Film at 11. <snurffle>
are right, you can’t shorten my nickname much more. I guess I’ll keep Rebo as my nick.
Mr Rebo is working on ReboSon’s car. If y’all <<-- remember, he wrecked it a while back. It looks like it’s gonna be a wash. Maybe he can fix it good enough to sell for parts, but he’s thinking it’s pretty much totalled, considering it’s age. <sigh>
ReboSon starts school next Monday. Guess he’s getting an early birthday present, that he will make payments to us for.
HRH is finally asleep - still running a low-grade fever but no more puking. Gawd, I hope tomorrow is less tiring. I love my child and I hate seeing her sick, but the whole clingy thing is just exhausting. Does that make me a bad mother?
Stitches West opens today! An entire convention center overflowing with yarn and crafty, yarny people. The market was open last night, but only for students and I didn’t sign up for any classes this year. I love the chance to see all the new yarns, colors and patterns. I’m hoping to fondle some Buffalo Gold this year. I probably won’t buy any, since it’s as expensive as qiviut, but we’ll see. Maybe I’ll get to pet some vicuna, too.
**Dotty **- you’re not a bad mother - just a mother. We all have moments when we’d sell our kids to the next traveling circus that passes by… It’ll all even out - some day you’ll be a feeble-minded old crone drooling all over herself, and HRH will be tending to you. Feel better??
I really need to take up some sort of crafty craftiness. Ye olde poetry writing isn’t as distracting as I’d like, and I only write well when I’m happy anyway. Bah.
When I asked a dumb question at my first programming job the lead systems programmer literally threw the manual at my head while saying RTFM. It was a very effective way to get me to learn that everything you needed to know about IBM software is contained in 1 of 6,432 massive volumes. If you dig hard enough you really can find that old joke about “it’s not a bug, just an undocumented feature.”
FCM I try so hard to not say ‘you guys’ but it slips out all of the time anyway. I grew up in the Bronx and it’s such an ingrained habit that I don’t realize I said it most of the time. It’s not gender specific there - it refers to any group in the same way that y’all does.
I’m glad I’m not alone, Karyn. The problem is, I’m not a propellerhead, so telling me to RTFM is a crappy, lazy move. Thankfully, I’ve read enough technical documentation in my time to be able to make sense of 90% of the document, which is still enough to confirm that the information I requested is nowhere to be found in the 700 pages of techno-glurge I’ve been given.
Snippy message to Captain Passive Agressive has been fired off. Nice try, bub.
Shadow, I am writhing in jealousy. So. Much. YARN! fans herself
Dotty, I’d be more concerned if you were okay with the whole clingy thing… even the best mommies in the world need a little break from time to time. Glad the kiddo is doing better.
Bah! It’s supposed to be my day off, dammit, but I’ve got too much to do. I MUST do our taxes so my daughter can finish her FAFSA. I brought my work laptop home with me and have spent the entire morning dealing with slow connections to my work network, hence slowing down my ability to actually do the WORK I was supposed to do.
I have to leave in an hour because I need to pick my daughter up and take her to her sociology observation project. I need to do laundry, I need to do more work on my work laptop, and I need to do bunches of other stuff.
Bah!
I need a vacation.
I hope HRH gets over the sickies real soon now, Dotty.
BooFae, if my Horde BE was on the same server as 'imself’s, I’d kill his little gnome over and over and over. I hate gnomes in WoW. They’re annoying twerps.
Clingy is a pain. Not liking it is fine. I’m glad HRH isn’t puking anymore. Tuna and crackers? When I was sick my mother would give me tea first, and see if I kept it down. If I did, I got jello, then toast, then soup with noodles in it. I can’t remember last Friday’s progression (after throwing up all night), but I’m sure it started with tea.
Got the vacuuming done, got second load of laundry in, and am trying to decide if I want to tidy the shelves above my desk. Probably not.
The problem is, I’m not a propellerhead, so telling me to RTFM is a crappy, lazy move. Thankfully, I’ve read enough technical documentation in my time to be able to make sense of 90% of the document, which is still enough to confirm that the information I requested is nowhere to be found in the 700 pages of techno-glurge I’ve been given.