Bumba an hour to an hour fifteen will usually do it. You can also buy these contraptions that have a place to set the beer can so’s you can just plop the chicken right on it. I found mine at WallyWorld. I’d do a search but I have no idea what the dang things are called anymore. They’re these stand like things for grillin’ beer butt chicken is all I know.
Seventy pounds of stew beef is a heckuva lots of stew beef! I got stew beef stuffed all in my beerator. That’s ok cause it’s gonna be some gooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooood Irish stew (it is so Irish!). I have also decided that I just have to figger out a way to sneak me some beer during the cooking process tomorrow. See, beer is a key ingredient for the stew but it’s also a key ingredient for the cook.
Shoot, I forgot to say sump’n. I got an estimate from this guy that does yard spraying today. See, every year I spend gobs of money on weed and feed, so I heard about this guy and called him. He gave me an estimate to spray my yard with this weed and feed liquid stuff for $68.00! I usually spend about $125 on weed and feed each year. Guess which method I picked. Go on, guess. Ok, give up? Yep, I chose him. He woulda sprayed today but it’s trying to rain, so he’ll come back either tomorrow or Saturday, depending on whether or not it gets rainy. I ain’t gotta be here for him to spray, so that’s cool. Actually he’s doing my yard and the neighbor’s yard at the same time which he likes, being as we’re just right next door to each other and all. I’m excited over weed and feed. Envy my life.
I will wear black tomorrow. I am wearing black today. Why mess with a good thing?
That sounds yummy, Bumba. I have chicken casserole (shredded chicken, black beans, cheddar, tortillas, and a sauce of chipotles in adobo blended with some tomato paste, chicken broth, cumin, and garlic. This is too long to be in brackets) in the over. And some aged cauliflower and broccoli that I covered with some of the vast quantity of breadcrumbs and parmesan. I’m cooking because…
my manager asked me to work Tuesday and Wednesday, and maybe Thursday. Now, I’m working six hours Saturday, 11 and a half on Sunday, and eight on Monday. I am a part-timer. I am a housewife so that my husband can work his impossible job and the house will remain sanitary, food will be bought and cooked, and all the chores will be done. If I work 30 hours in four days I will be the bitch from hell! Remember, this is retail. Standing up. Lifting boxes. Being polite to stupid people. I will go nuts.
As long as he’s okay with that, I’ll do it. Unfortunately, there isn’t anyone else. But I will damn well beg for sympathy!
I’m not Irish at all. I’m not much of a drinker, and I happen to have a training class tomorrow night. However, I’ve saved my one green t-shirt for tomorrow. Honestly, sometimes it’s just easier to wear green and be done with it. Otherwise all day it’s “Why aren’t you wearing green?” This way, people will leave me alone.
Some kid gave my kid a bloody nose on the afternoon bus.
:mad:
Grrr. So far, I know his name, his town and that he’s “way older, like third grade, Mom”. (which is mildly amusing because #2 son is in second grade).
I have called the school and the Vice Principal is supposed to get back to me.
I kinda feel bad for the bus driver–they’re supposed to be um, driving. The parents are the ones who are supposed to teach the kids–Oh, I dunno–that you don’t 1. pick on people and 2. you don’t hurt others.
Double grrr. I HATE bullies.
::crickets::
Where the heck is everyone? I had no one to share my ire with. Very dampening for righteousness. S
STILL have not heard from the Vice Principal. Double Grrr. She will get a call from me tomorrow. Not all hot and bothered, but irked at her nonresponse.
Just getting home again. Can’t believe they haven’t called you yet. Seems like they’d prioritize something like a bullied kid.
Went to the library because they were having a lecture and slideshow on birds and fish in Papua New Guinea. Very cool. The presentation started with a little discussion about this expedition. This stuff is on the other side of the island from where our presenter visited. The fish pictures were especially cool. Think Finding Nemo, but real. Still it looked unreal. The colors and shapes and variety of lifeforms is amazing.
Pretty good workday. Actually got a few things done. Although there were a few more distractions than I’d have liked.
Katcha had some… excitement on the bus a couple of weeks ago. I don’t know all the details (and I’m not sure anyone does since it’s hard to get a coherent story out of a five anna half year old) but it was him and the little girl who lives behind us and another little girl. Something was said and something happened and it wound up the one little girl (not the one behind us, the other one) sort a slugged my little boy some.
The bus driver had to make a report and the principal e-mailed us and the other parents were quite embarrassed and apologetic.
All in all it all turned out as well as you could hope. But then Kindergarteners aren’t really known for their self-control. And since no one was really hurt everyone got over everything.
Now, if the very same situation happened between second and third graders, it would be an entirely differnt situation.
In other news: I’m not wearing green tomorrow. I never wear green on St. Patrick’s Day. It’s just a Thing with me. I wear a lot of green the rest of the year, so I take that one day off.
If anyone tries to pinch me, they’d better be a good friend of mine. A good friend.
Hey! you know what’s way fun? Taking a drain pipe apart at work to fish out the small fecal stick (not a stick made out of poop, but a plastic stick with a loop on either end for extracting poop from a dog) that’s stuck in the U bend. Nine kinds of ick in that drain pipe, let me tell you.
You know what’s really fun? When a little puppy comes in for shots and you get to play with her after her physical exam. Puppies like face massages. Really.
It’s just nasty. Apparently he did it right before he got off the bus (before the bully got off–sort of like a hit and run, but it was more of a tweak. He grabbed my son’s nose and twisted it! What a moron).
He has a rep for taking hats and (as #2 son calls it) “accessories” off other students. Not quite sure just what accessories are, but I imagine they are small toys, pencils, mittens etc.
The timing of it says premeditation to me, which is much worse than hitting out in anger. #2 son denies any provocation on his part --not that that is the issue, I just wanted to be sure.
Finished the book. I will just say it: C.S. Lewis was a strange chap.
The part of your job I just couldn’t do. I can barely handle drain clogs without animal ick.
This part, on the other hand, I’d volunteer for.
Me, I’ll probably have something green on tomorrow. I’m something like 1/8th Irish, but it’s not really a part of my heritage that I’m particularly close to, and even if I was, St. Paddy’s isn’t where I’d express it. I don’t really pay lots of attention, generally, although this year I took part in the exchange here, just cuz it’s fun.
Debit card thing stinks, Drae. Nothing like bad customer service people to add to the bad situation.
I’ll have some Irish stew, too, swampy. It’s kinda chilly tonight.
Two words, Spats: mmmmmmmm, strudel. I have a German recipe for one with a ground walnut filling that is yummmmmmmmm.
Wow, there’s lots of food in today’s posts. I think I’m hungry again. Gotta clean out the fridge tomorrow as I’m having company Saturday and Sunday…
How did it get to be bedtime already? I’m starting to nod off, so…nighty night.
rigs - I just got home (10:45pm) or I would have said :eek: !! How is #2 son feling now? There is no winning with a bully. And his parents probably think he’s a well behaved little angel. grrrrrr right there with ya, girl.
rigs: that makes me mad and I don’t even know your kid. :mad: Good on ya’ for taking action, though. For too many parents/teachers/administrators, it’s just easier to let it go.
We get to be out of uniform tomorrow if we’re wearing green. I love how we turn EVERYTHING into some kind of school spirit event. Like we invented wearing green on St. Patrick’s day. :rolleyes: At least we don’t have to have a Mass or a pep rally or anything awful like that.
My english teacher decided to be mean to me today. I missed her class yesterday when I got sent home. I went in to ask what I missed and she said we had a pop quiz and did an in-class assignment and group work. When I asked what the assignment was, she said it didn’t matter because I wasn’t going to be allowed to make it up. and then said that I’d better work hard the rest of the semester becuase that pop quiz was going to count for 30% of our semester grade. and then she let me walk halfway out of the room before saying, “Dorothy! come back here. I was just playing with you. Don’t stress yourself out so much. You really think I’m that mean?” She gave me the assignment and I’ll be fine. And I did think it was an abnormally ogrish thing for her to do, but I wasn’t going to say anything.
High school rumors are hilarious. All day today, I got a bunch of "omg are you okay???"s combined with a helluva lot of "what happened?"s. Those weren’t the funny parts, though. The funny ones were the, "I heard you have cancer. is that a wig?"s and the “are you really on drugs? My cousin says you came to school high one day.” and “I hear you’ve got some kind of brain disease and you’re going to have to leave school. If you leave, who’s going to play Charity?” and the NUMEROUS “oh come on, everybody knows you’re anorexic. You can tell me, you know. I won’t tell anyone.” Oh well. They can think whatever thay want. If they want to believe I was hypnotized by tiny flying orange peanut butter sandwiches, then so be it.
Well, I goofed. I forgot to wear red today. I was all dressed and giving FCD a good-bye smooch when he said something about it. I didn’t want to mess with changing, tho, so I’m all in blue today. The only green on my person is a button I wear every day on my lanyard. It’s got a pseudo purple and green plaid background and it says “Talk nerdy to me” - my kid gave it to me. Other than that, it’s blue shirt, light blue jeans, white socks, tan shoes.
Oh, yes, a fashion plate am I!
TGIF! Since the exercise is done, I know I’m leaving my normal time today. Plus yesterday in the mail I got the wick sampler I ordered, so I know how I need to finish my ceramic oil lamps. And I talked to my youngest sis on line - we’re meeting her for lunch after FCD sees his surgeon on Monday. And that’s about all.
We were threatened with rain and snow last night, although no accumulation. But when I took Bernie out to “water the yard” this morning, it was in the 40s with a very high overcast. So much for the weather guessers. My daffodils survive another day.
And that’s all I’ve got. Time to simulate work. Have a wunnerful Friday one and all!!
Can I get any with teal today? - I really don’t feel like wearing the green short sleeved shirt with the purple cardigan…
and for those of us celebrating/honoring th day
Top O’ The Mornin’ To Ye - and the rest o’ the day t’ meself
Ah, more home improvement porn. I’ve got a friend in DC, knew her in high school, and we’ve recently reconnected via e-mail. Her boyfriend is a self-confessed metrosexual who doesn’t know the difference between a jigsaw and a saber saw. She forces me to tell her all the stuff I do around the house, and what I do over at other people’s houses (in the home improvement area).
and then said that I’d better work hard the rest of the semester becuase that pop quiz was going to count for 30% of our semester grade. 
And I did think it was an abnormally ogrish thing for her to do, but I wasn’t going to say anything.