Damn! I hate it when that happens. Uninstall/reboot/reinstall?
I need my kids to clean their room. They’re 17 and 14, so this shouldn’t be a problem. But while my eldest will try, my youngest just doesn’t see the need, and part of his ASD is not finding a way to care about things that he feels doesn’t affect him - like having a clean room, since he just crushes everything in his path anyway. My eldest got upset playing a video game one night and put their foot through the drywall. So I need to get maintenance in to fix it. But if they see the state of the bedroom, they’ll probably tell us “get gone”.
I’ve considered going in myself and just putting everything in a bag and haul it right to the dumpster, but even if I’m somewhat inclined, I know that I’d look through everything to make sure I wasn’t throwing away something that was either not theirs or irreplaceable. And even if I did decide that I wanted to take that time, I just don’t have it. I’m sucking at time management right now because I’m doing a lot more out of the house than I’m used to so they all get done and everything at home doesn’t. I’m really hoping that with the kids being off school Thursday and Friday, I can get them to help with cleaning stuff while I try to regain some energy.
I just wish I could get them to understand WHY I’m asking this of them. Not because I’m a mean bitch of a mom, but because I want us to continue to have a place to live/I’m trying to teach them responsibility/I’m not SuperWoman.
Oh, it’s fancy-schmancy eggs all the way! I’ve been getting produce delivered by a local CSA since the early 2000’s, and they’ve expanded over the years from delivering a box of whatever vegetables were available from their farm that week to partnering with local farmers to offer a huge variety of foods, including eggs. It’s kind of funny - now that all groceries have gotten so expensive, the price differential for local organic products isn’t as great as it used to be.
I sometimes think the thicker shells are more likely to end up in the bowl, since it can take extra force to actually break through.
Yeah, there’s that.
I like you. 
If you cradle your egg in your hand and smack it with the edge of a butter knife, you can hold the egg together and control how it breaks with your fingers. It takes practice, but I’m too impatient to use the separate bowl method and say too many bad words when chasing down a little piece of shell.
I also float eggs before cracking so I don’t need to worry about adding a bad egg.
My minor vent is that I no longer have a buyer for my butter and I have a bunch of silicon butter molds I bought for her. I’ll probably use them for another buyer, but storage is becoming an issue. We might have downsized a little too much when we bought this place.
For me it’s not the handle but the back of the blade. Still occasionally get bits of shell in the goop, though.
Yeah. I finally bit the bullet and did that. Only took about an hour. Their install program sucks. It also never tells you when you’re done.
BTW, I break my eggs into a bowl. I’m real good at getting bits of shell in with the eggs.
I work in a call center. I normally log off at 5pm. Yesterday, I had a tele therapy appointment at 5:30. Naturally, at 4:50 I got a call from a superhero. His power was the ability to keep talking without needing to pause for breath. Calls usually take 30-45 minutes. I was on the phone with Blabber Man for an hour and forty five minutes. I missed my therapy appointment of course.
That’s always so risky.
One of Us!
Too bad you couldn’t mute the guy and let him blab in the background while you kept your appointment. Hell, he probably wouldn’t have noticed.
It’s dark and it’s raining tonight. I’m pulling out of Taco Bell’s drive-thru with my 17 year old in the car. I need to make a left on a somewhat major road. It’s around 1930, so traffic has slowed quite a bit. Looking to the left, it looks to be clear. There’s a little traffic coming from the right, but I can wait in the center turn lane. I start to move forward, glancing one last time to the left. I slam on the breaks as a car comes barreling toward me. Why didn’t I see it coming? Because this jerk decided that headlights at night are optional.
I wish people with think about safety when they go out on the roads.
Traffic Was pretty slow in 1930.
I tried to resist, but could not.
Well, stop by!
My kid (the If-I’m-Anything-I’m-Buddhist) has a theory that when you die, you find out that heaven is what you imagined it to be.
So, join me at the buffet table. There are mimosas, Bloody Marys, chocolate and almond croissants, gooey caramel pecan rolls, Trix and Golden Grahams, and the Full English Breakfast.
Yeah, it’s mostly All Breakfast, All Day, For All Eternity.
Take me now, Lahhhhrd!
A-MEN, brother! I agree with The Kid.
Tomorrow is my Thursday almond croissant morning. Counting the minutes.
I’m taking an online needlepoint class and will be getting my threads in the mail. When am I getting them? How the fuck should I know, I did something with the email explaining the schedule that did not include putting it in the folder for that class and now it is hiding very successfully.
This is a reputable designer, I have taken her mystery classes for years, I know she will get me my stuff, I just want to know when to expect it because we have crappy contract mail carriers out here who hate their jobs.
If I learned one thing from my divorce it was to give more priority to my wife! Even the little things are important and sometimes it is too late by the time we realize it.
Oh, Hubby and I do spend a lot of time together. He’s working from home still (thanks to pipes bursting in his office in January then asbestos being found under the carpets) and I’m a SAHM, so I’m with him most of the time. I love him dearly and love the time I spend with him. But sometimes I need to talk to another adult for another perspective on things. I’ve been losing who I am for a couple of years now - being “Hubby’s Wife”, “Dad’s daughter” or “CtE and BtY’s Mom” - and I’m starting to realize that I need to be someone for myself, separate from who I am in relation to everyone else in my life.
Let me preface this. Wife and I married for 26 years. We both understand that each of us habits that might annoy the other a little bit. Best to let it go least you find out what annoys the other person. It’s never a big deal.
But I must share this…
When buying something for a wedding from a registry, If my Wife doesn’t see something SHE likes, we end up giving cash.
Umm… They put it on the registry because THEY like (need) it.
I guess I kind of understand, but it seems silly.
The first day of retirement, I was home all day.
“So, you’re really going to Be Around all day, every day, for the rest of your life?”
“Don’t worry, I’ll find places to be. I’ll only be underfoot occasionally.”
So, my wife just got home from exercise class. In twenty minutes I’ll get on my bike and do errands, ending at a coffee place. Where I’ll read and draw in blessed silence, while she has some of that at home.
Why is it that some folks don’t understand the concept of an insulated container?
People here at work bring insulated lunch bags and then put them in the fridge. The whole purpose of an insulated container is to keep outside temperature at bay and to conserve inside temperature. They’re designed to contain a frozen cold pack and keep your lunch cold, independent of a refrigerator. Their lunches might eventually get cold from being in the fridge, but it’d take several days.
And then at home, we wanted to freeze some superfluous raw apple juice lest it start to ferment. My husband caught up a thermos and put the juice in that and then into the freezer. I told him, “You know, the thermos is going to keep the freezing temperature out of the juice and it’ll take all week to freeze.” He didn’t believe me and proceeded with his experiment. Yep, it took all week and started to ferment before it froze.
Geez, I’m not an engineer of thermodynamics and I can grasp this simple concept.
Now that it’s slightly fermented and very cold, mixing it 50:50 with bourbon is a delicious drink. Our neighbors who have a commercial orchard introduced me to it.