Dang BBBobbio and Howie! Are folks out to get y’all? :eek:
The sketties we were havin’ for dindin has turned into lasagna. It’s a miracle! Ok, so this mornin’ I was gettin’ a box of sketti noodles out of the cabinet where it resides and spied a box of lasagna noodles. Hmmm… thought I. I have ground beast, sauce, lasagna noodles, ricotta cheese and mozarella. Thus I came home after work and put together a lasagna which is now bakin’ away makin’ da cave smell all Eyetalian and nummy! It’s cold and dreary out so that makes it double good comfort food.
Hey** howye**, I didn’t realize that we were both roaming around the same state!
Today has been long and fairly fruitless. I’ve gotten some small things done, I suppose, but all of the big, ugly things are still lurking. I was going to play with forks and blowtorches for awhile, but I’m not sure that I want to get into it this close to leaving for water aerobics. So maybe I’ll just hang out and watch one of the 500 million movies that I recorded from 31 Days of Oscar instead.
Oh yeah, weird fact. I went to the New Balance store and bought new shoes today. It appears that in the last year since I bought shoes the weight that I lost has caused me to drop a shoe size. The weird part, though, is that the width remained the same. :dubious:
Yeah, I think that’s how it works with cats in general. Somehow you end up with a soft spot and just can’t resist giving them a lick of whatever. Even if it is bad for them.
Dinner at our house will be leftover (homemade) spanikopita. I experimented this time and added some roasted red peppers to the filling. NOM!
There’s nothing quite as fun as giving cats their flea treatment. I have scratches on my belly (thru my shirt) and scratches on my neck. My cats are idiots. The dogs are so much easier…
All the critters have also been fed. Jeans are out of the dryer and hanging in the closets, shirts and other colored clothes are in the dryer now. Wow - I’ve been productive and stuff! Supper is the soup I made yesterday. It will be muy yum.
I ran errands for 3 hours this morning. :rolleyes: I still have 3 things to do, but neither needs to be done today. I still have not put my laundry away. Pork roast is in the oven.
Boys are home from school. It is dull and drab outside. Need to see some signs of spring soon…
Boss suggested I split early to beat the rush-hour madness with the snow. Who am I to disobey? Not like I got the afternoon off - soon as I got home, I logged in and got back to work.
People drive crazy in the bad weather here! I’m glad to be off the roads now.
Me neither. ::waves in **howye’s **general direction, wherever that might be::
That traffic sounds awful, Bobbio. I mostly get to ignore traffic on the way to work. It’s one of the charms of taking the bus.
We’ve had 3 straight days without snow. It’s a miracle!
One of my friends has a dog who is legendary in the food-swiping department. He’s eaten whole plates of cookies and other large items. Still alive and perfectly healthy, AFAIK. Anything even remotely edible (even if it’s wrapped) is put away where the doggie can’t get to it.
I’m contemplating what to have for dinner. I’m thinking quesadillas. I had more than my share of chocolate at work today, so I’m not terribly hungry.
Off to locate a bit of food and then figure out what the evening holds. I got home much later than anticipated, so the productivity I’d been planning on has been scaled down quite a bit.
I just talked to Irish Boyfriend this morning. No change either for better or worse. We chatted for a bit and then he mentioned that he doesn’t know how long he’s going to be there, and asked me if I could come for a visit maybe in a few weeks when things settle down. It was very selfish of me but the thought of him being away for so long as to warrant such a visit made me break down in tears, which freaked him out. He kept reassuring me that our relationship was important to him and that he didn’t want me to think that being away was going to change anything between us, which made me feel terrible because I don’t want him to think that I don’t understand he has to be there for his father. Of course he does. I would do the same if it were my father. Any decent person would. But really I can’t help missing him and the thought of being away from him for such an indefinite period of time makes me want to cry every time I think about it. I’ve had such a shitty time at work these past few weeks and not having someone to come home to is sad. (Even though I know that’s nothing compared to his worries about his father right now.) I suppose the frustrating thing is that there’s no real solution - the only thing we can do is hope his father gets well soon. But what if it takes months? Or even longer?
I suppose him being away indefinitely will take some getting used to, but at the moment I’m sitting at work trying not to tear up just thinking about it. I wish I was stronger than this. The most important thing right now is for his father to get better.
{{{{{Haze}}}}}}. I’m keeping your boyfriend’s father in my thoughts as well as the two of you. I really hope he does improve soon.
Dang Bobbio! Sounds like you were a magnet for near misses today! Hope tomorrow is better.
While growing up, one of the dogs I had was a poodle terrier mix. That dog could climb a fence like a cat, could be found at the head of a pack of dogs that were bigger than him, but it was obvious he was the leader.
He was a good dog and very protective. However, he took each and every opportunity to swipe food off the Hibachi. My mother refused to put the Hibachi on top of the wood picnic table. So, it sat on cinderblocks on our back patio. If we left that grill alone for more than 10 seconds, Prince would swipe one of whatever was cooking on the grill, and run under the apple tree to eat it.
It’s raining out. Not surprising.
I guess I’ve got nothing else. I’m tired again this evening. I even went to bed early (for me) last night. It apparently didn’t help.
just had a wee bit of excitement here - I was all snug and comfortable, watching NCIS-LA, when suddenly, I heard police sirens. I thought it was just a car chase or crime scene hustle on the main drag half a block away, but then I heard voices on bull horns or loudspeakers, and saw reflections of red and white flashing lights. So I came and opened up the window (letting all the cold in) and leaned out to see 2 fahr trux, a rescue vehicle, and 2 cop cars gathered in front of my neighbor to the south. I couldn’t make out what the voices were saying, but no one was shouting - just using the speakers. And I watched as five fahrfighters walked calmly from my neighbor’s front door to the trux. I’m guessing it may have been an out of control kitchen or fireplace mishap, because I was able to make out a large wet area on the pavement. After 10 minutes, they turned off the lights, and drove away, so I guess everything is okay next door - but that’s the most excitement I’ve had in years.
Dear Haze, I’m so sorry. I wish I had some words of comfort for you. For now just know that you’re in my thoughts. {{{Haze}}}
Right now I should be getting out of this chair and going to bed. The funny thing is, though, I was digging some shoes out of a tight spot and managed to pull and muscle in my side. And now I’m not so sure if I’ll be able to get up or not because if I move the wrong way, it hurts to breathe. :dubious:
roise - In Korea, we say the best entertainment is watching fires and fights. It’s a good thing no one was hurt though.
Thanks for the good thoughts everyone. I’ve spent most of the day trying to concentrate on my work so I don’t start randomly tearing up in my cubicle, because it’s always embarrassing when someone comes around to ask you about program guides and you look up at them with weepy eyes.
Sigh. I’m such a big baby.
PS - Buns, hope you’re still not stuck in that chair.
And that comes from someone who’s Often Ticklish… are you going to tickle the culprit to death?
Should we start thinking Unsticky Thoughts?
Well, if he’s away for that long it means things aren’t moving… depending on the situation, he may be away for long enough that he won’t move back to Korea; and then if this and if that and…
I’ve been the person who moved away because her Dad was dying (and because my employers were stupid, the addition of both reasons amounted to “my family is pulling and these idiots are pushing”); that’s one scary what-if game and a perfectly reasonable excuse for a good cry.
Nava, I guess that’s a pretty good articulation of my thoughts. I did tell him that before, but he keeps thinking it’s a ridiculous idea. To be fair in order to move away he’d have to come back to Korea at least once, to get his stuff, in which case I can lock him in the closet and feed him through a hole in the side.
Ok, so this mornin’ I was gettin’ a box of sketti noodles out of the cabinet where it resides and spied a box of lasagna noodles. Hmmm… thought I. I have ground beast, sauce, lasagna noodles, ricotta cheese and mozarella. Thus I came home after work and put together a lasagna which is now bakin’ away makin’ da cave smell all Eyetalian and nummy! It’s cold and dreary out so that makes it double good comfort food.