I have to ask, Puggy, but his name isn’t actually Lestat, is it? I only ask because I have a friend who has a son (sixteen years old today, in fact) who is named Lestat. It affords many amusing nickname opportunities, such as my favorite, Tater-Tat, and his least favorite, Taterpillar.
hmmph - in my case, they were. Two of the gals (one of whom has retired (early) and the other transfered to another department) were what in high school they call “mean girls”. Very mean, indeed. And I have always been a target for mean girls because I don’t conform.
Now I’m annoyed. I’ve been following the St. Urho thread (patron saint of Finland), and it seems that St. Urho Day would be right up my twisted little alley, 'cept I’m of Swedish, not Finnish, descent.
I have no known ancestry from Ireland, Scotland, or England, so I take perverse pride in shunning St. Patrick’s Day (pinch me, if you dare…)
So, I get a wild hair up my kazoo, and I look up the patron saint of Sweden. Nothing cool like chasing the grasshoppers out of the country to protect the grape crop; the saint led a quiet, pious, and charitable life. The kicker? Her name is Bridget, which is traditionally Irish .
I can’t win.
Smitty --but you can’t have not gotten the Harvard job! My self esteem depends on having an anonymous internet friend who is a professor there!
:eek:
Whatever shall I do now? 
Just kidding–and Harvard’s loss, btw.
I am back from the inservice. Did you know that stopping and thinking about what you’re about to do is important? I spent 3 hours learning that this morning…
Tis cold and starting to flurry here. What happened to spring?
kawik --yay on Daddy being home. That must be hard as hell, but thank God for the internet.
I am protestant Irish and don’t celebrate 3/17. Have fun y’all.
No, no…just my pet name for a kid who didn’t see daylight cause he couldn’t get out of bed in the morning for many years. His first name is on the list of most popular as I believe in manly-man names for boys. His middle name, however, is Connor.
And can I tell you sumpin? Going to lunch with two 22-year-olds was like being IN Waynes World. You know the part where they are riding around in the car and Queen is playing? :rolleyes: Except there’s a rip in the space-time dohickey and the band is called “Brand New” and everybody in the front seat has lots of tatoos and piercings.
Everyone cross their fingers for me - tonight we are holding elections for officers in our hockey Booster Club, and I’m running for corresponding secretary. This will mean I get to write the newsletter. I don’t think I will be elected, because I don’t think enough people know me, but what the hell…I’m going for it anyway.
Only 5 more hours till the meeting - I’m nervous.
Amsterdam and insurance and St. Patty’s, oh my! What a lively bunch we are. Drae we simply must discuss the possibility of us both being in Amsterdam in August. That is of course, assuming I GET IN grumblegrowlmumblecursefoulfilthgrumblegrumble …
But now, Dorothy, you didn’t miss today’s Baked Good. It’s right this way, and boy is it poofy …
Just to let you all know, these Nouns of the Day show no signs of stopping. Upcoming categories include: Meat, Vegetable, Bird, Onomotopoeia, Mammal, Physicist, Alcoholic Beverage, and Greek Letter of the Day. And I’ll get a Week Two out of Fish and Cheese, as well as some of the ones I just listed. 
Yay for puns!
As if I weren’t paranoid enough already!
No one here’s actually mean though. They’re just nonconfrontational and passive-aggressive so they’ll talk about something you did wrong behind your back instead of coming to you to talk about it. That’s what I get upset about.
Yeesh. Don’t most people grow out of gossipy, “You’re not in our Special Club”, stuff when they get out of high school? I recommend setting giant hungry squid on them. Both rosie and taxi.
Back from downtown. Time to make something to eat and assemble casserole thingys for tonight. I also bought Toll House cookie dough ice cream (now with brownie chunks!) for the movie night tonight. Mr. Lissar, in an excess of Lenten spirit, is fasting from six tonight until six tomorrow night, so we’ll eat ice cream and popcorn right in front of him. I admire his tenacity, but I think he gave up an unnecessarily large number of things this year.
There’s a Tarte Tatin recipe in How to be a Domestic Goddess that uses danish pastry. I’ve still got some. I might try it.
Bailey, may I have the mouse? May I? So I can post? Silly cat.
Ugh! I hate that! Really, when will people grow up? I have the same issue; if I’ve done something wrong, tell me, so I can fix it! Sheesh!
Another thing I really dislike is when people stop talking as soon as you enter the room or area. Or, they start talking in really low voices. I am not the most self-confident person in the world, and like you taxi I always feel like they’re saying mean things about me.
Look, I’m adult enough to know not EVERYBODY is going to like me. That’s just the way life is. I think it all goes back to when I was growing up. I grew up poor, there were some kids that made fun of my clothes or hair, and, finally some of the kids thought they were too “good” for me because of my mother’s financial status. The reason they made fun of my clothes is because they weren’t the “in” clothes. The hair thing I didn’t get. It was always clean and brushed and I wore it long.
In the end, people I thought were my friends, really weren’t. They said mean things and did mean things to me. It has made me extremely cautious and wary about people even now.
Let’s talk about happier things.
I don’t think I have any Irish in me. I already wore my only green shirt. Ah well, I’ll just tell everyone I’m wearing green underpants.
So, I’m in the chemistry study lab, and there are some people discussing porn collections. This guy says that he’s amassed 52 hours of pornography, thus beating his roommate’s 40. I say “Is that in clip form, or full movie form?”
“Whichever.”
At which point, almost the entire table must get up and leave to laugh at me…
Was that really that funny?
I don’t see anything funny about the question, you were trying to make an honest assessment. I would think clip form would be vastly preferable to full movie form. After all, full movie form means credits and pathetic attempts at plot. If it’s all in clip form, then you have more porn for your dollar, if you ask me.
Hm. For a woman, I think I maybe know a little too much about porn. But I certainly don’t have anywhere near 52 hours. Or even 40, for that matter.
In clip form. Plot schmot.
Sort of begs the question–just how long are porn films? I can’t remember–it’s been a long time since I watched any.
I would fast for that long, if I had that treat at the end of it!
I cannot play Mah Jong Connect. There are moves that elude me and sometimes the hint button works, and sometimes it doesn’t. 
Just complaining over here.
Today I must sweep and mop the kitchen floor and perhaps go work out in the evening. Am scheduled to have my hair done tomorrow, but IMO it looks fine (I’ll never be a celebrity at this piont–too much upkeep!). So, I am debating whether to cancel the appt. If I do workout, and don’t wash my hair afterward, I could get the nice shampoo etc tomorrow. Such a dilemma I have over here!
And I am not cooking dinner tonoc. Too bad. You all ate yesterday.
Um. Yeah. This referred to the tollhouse cookie ice cream. :o (is this the lamest smiley or what? It doesn’t look embarassed, it looks like it’s singing or yawning).
Same with me. My bloodline is 100% Polish. My dad used to work for a company whose owners were very very Irish, so on Mar 17, he’d go to work wearing a red shirt and a blue suit. And a “Kiss me, I’m Polish” button. I try to follow his example. I’ll be wearing red tomorrow.
I’m 100% Irish. My Dad’s parents came over on the boat in 1926, and on my Mom’s side her grandparents came over sometime in the late 1800s. When I was a kid, I would march in the St. Patrick’s Day parade in Pittsburgh.
It’s pretty much dogmatic in my family that St. Patrick’s Day is for amateur drinkers.
Oh yeah - and our exercise at work is over. I got to come home at my regular time. Yay!
Well, they’re not talking about me this time. I’ve figured out who/what they’re talking about. And I don’t like it. But I don’t know what to do. Do I tell them that it’s rude to talk about someone, thus admitting that I was evesdropping? That doesn’t seem right either. ::sigh::
I am English of Scandinavian (sp???) descent living in the US who will not be celebrating St Patrick’s day as I will be sleeping. Being on call has kicked my butt these past two weeks so I deserve a rest. And wine. And chocolate.
Thanks for the “stoopit insurance company” wishes. They are indeed dumb and smell of poo. They are also messing with the wrong woman - I already have a lawyer on the case.
Oo oo oo oo oo oo this week is getting better still! I received an invitation to the annual conference/getaway/ meet & greet this May. They hold it in various places around the world and you get hand picked to go and hob-nob with lotsa bigwigs. I get to go to Edinburgh, Scotland for a week which may not be to exotic as opposed to Rio or Budapest but my parents are mearly a train journey away so I get to squeeze in a vacation under the pretence of “recovering from the jetlag”.
And in other news tomorrow is Friday!!!
I got some sleep last night so today the world is much better
I cooked it for an hour and 45 min., and I know it was too long. You’re right about the Rosemary, I shoulda thought of that. What I did was this:
I melted a stick of margarine in the microwave, and then mixed in some lemon pepper and some stuff called garlic lover’s garlic from these guys * and some salt and pepper, and set that aside while I cleaned and washed the bird. By the time I had the bird dried, the margarine stuff was getting kinda thick which made it real easy to rub all over the bird. (I had the bird in a disposible aluminum pie pan.) The left-over margarine I just poured into the pie pan. Then I opened a can of beer (Coors lite) and used my can opener to poke some more holes in the top. I poured off about 1/3 of the beer and dropped in 3 garlic cloves, bruised. Then I sprayed the can with a Pam like substance, except for the bottom inch or so. Then I carted the whole mess out to the barbie.
I set the pan on the left side of the (propane) grill and was faced with my first obstacle, how to get the beer can into the extremely slippery bird without spilling any beer. What I did was slip 2 fingers into the neck hole and, with my thumb on the breast bone, was able to hold the bird up in a more-or-less upright position while I grabbed the beer by the un-greased bottom part and slide it up in.
Then I set the bird in the pie pan, using the beer can and the 2 legs to form a tripod. I turned on both sides of the grill and turned the right side up on high and turned the left side down as low as it would go, which in our ratty old grill is the next thing to off. I really need to put in a new burner thingee. Then I covered it and went away. I came back with a brush and basted it from the pie tin 20 minutes later, and every 1/2 hour after that. I also turned the heat on the right side down to medium.
All the recipes I found said 1 1/2 to 3 hours, but I’m guessing that it was done after an hour. But the thermometer I was using stuck at about 120 degrees. :smack:
Oh, and gettin the beer can back out of the extremely hot bird is even more fun. I ended up sticking a fork in through the neck hole to hold the bird up while I grabbed the can with my tongs.
In retrospect, I’d say; more salt and pepper, rosemary definately, rub the marinade under the skin instead of on top, and trust my eyes instead of that thermometer next time. And there will be a next time.
My maternal grandmother once told me that one of her greats was an Earl in Ireland. I don’t know if he was an Irish Earl or an English Earl, or even if it was true, but I figger I’m probably some part Irish, plus a whole lotta other things, so I’m okay with St. Paddy’s day. Heck, I celebrate (sorta) all sorts of holidays I gots no right to, what’s one more?
- They’re friends of a friend and really nice folks and their spice blends are really, really great. And wouldn’t you know it, their web page is outta order.