Since it’s Victoria Day, I shall pop in. I never get to, otherwise–I skim the MMP and the next thing I know, it’s 5:42 PM and I’m home from work to relax, and the durn thread’s six pages…
It’s raining. Oh no! Or not–I don’t have to water my flowers today. But it’s Victoria Day here in Canadaland, and that’s a long weekend for us, and the unofficial start of summer. Except it’s raining… Still, it’s a warm, drizzly, summertime kinda rain.
I live in Victoria, the city, so a double toast to Vickie.
The Victoria Day long weekend is the traditional weekend that Canadians put their gardens in. Alas, it’s raining.
There should be rhymes about that, but I can’t find any.
Victoria Day, Victoria Day
Sweet summer is on the way
Time to plant and time to seed
A little help from Google is all I need
Happy Monday Morning, y’all. I can’t hang around long, got loads of work today & tomorrow, but I just wanted to see if I can drive this thing to page 2…
I think I like baited breath better than bated breath. Just sayin’
Bears, oh my. Water moccasins? Oh, dear Lord, preserve and keep us… :eek:
I don’t like snakes. OK-go all Freudian on my ass and tell me how I fear sex, I dare ya.
Cabinets are supposed to come today-between 12 and 6. That’s handy! :rolleyes:
I am back from foraging for foodstuffs and am going to make Rice Krispie Treats with choc and peanut butter swirl chips. No, I’m not sharing.
Rifty --I am so proud. Also, I don’t get to be Mrs Robinson anymore, so how you doin’?
Drae-glad you’re upright, at least. I would bag the GYNE, too. Plenty of 'em out there–“buyer’s” market and all that. OB/GYNE is one of the most service oriented specialties out there-if you ain’t happy, no reason to stay.
Husband has ripped out all the countertops and cabinets. :eek: My kitchen is a black hole…(and I’m loving it–I just want my floor).
Hey, rigs. Just wanted to mention that when we ripped out all the cabinets a couple of years ago, we put down bug spray in the walls. Easy to get to with no cabinets! An ounce of prevention, and all that…
I am DROOLING at the thought of those Rice Crispy treats, rigs. Drooling. I quit making Rice Crispy Treats in 1995, after devouring an entire pan myself. An. Entire. Pan.
swampy, you were on TV! Smiling face, lower-third ID, chatting away about something. The sound must have been down; I don’t know what you were saying. All I remember is thinking, “Hey! It’s swampbear. And there’s his name. I knew that was his name!” How funny is that, me congratulating my brain for supplying the correct information.
Remember me talking about the universal acclaim which accompanys my pork loin roasts after I marinate them? Well, I tried out a new marinade and I’m here to tell you it’s FABU. So, would-be marinators, I recommend Lawry’s Chipotle with Lime 30-minute marinade. Except I usually marinate 24 to 48 hours.
That’s my cooking tip of the week. Also, I make excellent protein-rich vegan smoothies; if anyone wants to hear my secrets, speak up.
Oh, was it gt worrying about poor Derby-winner Barbaro? Horsie news is front-page news here. He’s doing fine after surgery and practically trotted back to his stall, sez this morning’s paper. From the x-ray, though, it looks like he’s got more metal than bone in his leg!
According to what I read on the Drudge Report, the stoooopit horse tried to get frisky with a few mares as soon as the anesthsia wore off. Poor thing, saved from the Alpo factory, and condemned to stud service for the rest of his natural life…
My doctor’s office just called. They kindly informed me that they’d spoken with the insurance company, and my cat scan authorization should go through by the end of the day–tomorrow. I don’t hurt badly enough to go to the ER. I know this. I also know that if I was stupid enough to go to the ER, they’d keep me there another 12 hours, give me another ultrasound and some more vicodin, and send me right the hell home again. It’s not worth it. However, I had to take lunch early today so I could go lie down in my car because I got to the point where it hurt to sit and it hurt to stand. I really, truly, honestly am so exhausted and frustrated that I’m crying at my desk again and I hate just about everyone in the world.
Except you guys.
Someday, I promise, this will all be over, and I can go back to being a nice, happy, friendly person who doesn’t bitch all the time. I swear it.
I love that game! I got mine for free since I was buying other games at the time. (Some promotion at Toys (backward)R Us) Only my free version came with little plastic BINGO markers instaed of the glass beads. I wound up going to a craft store and buying a big ol’ whack of glass beads (I think they were for flower arranging or some such) so I could play the game right. It’s very much the fun.
And why am I posting right now instead of being at work like I should be, you’re asking yourself? Because I have a cold. I probably infected everyone at the Funtime Picnic this weekend, but I also gave out trinkets, so it all balances out.
Oh, Drae, that sucks. Idiots. I want to beat that moron who told you ‘it shouldn’t hurt that much’ with a hammer.
Congratulations on being all educated and graduated, Spats. And congrats about VunderKid, too.
I feel crappy, and so does Mr. Lissar, but both of us feel not quite crappy enough to call in sick. He’s not working today on account of Victoria Day, but I am. Only for six hours, and I’ll cower in the back, coughing and drinking tea.
Lat night Driving Husband, Lazy Husband, and Quasi-Daughter came over and made nachos. QD tidied my fridge, too. Anyway, Drving Husband was reminiscing about this one idiot in his first year philosophy class, who strongly objected to Descartes writing about something being set as a seal in hot wax.
Back from work, and I’ve read the whole thread. Nice OP, MBG! But I’m glad I quit reading when I did this morning - I got to work exactly on time - you might have made me late!! :eek:
Work was mega-dull. It didn’t help that I was in the zombie mode. But I got thru the day and I’ve made the executive decision to take Friday off and make it a 4-day weekend. I’m about to order my potter’s wheel and kiln, so we’re going to do the laundry room conversion. And not only will I have a studio, but we’ll finally have a toilet in the basement. No more running upstairs to answer nature’s call when we’re in the middle of crafts or chores or stuff. So yay!
I’m waiting for a callback from the pottery supply place - I wanted to order the stuff on line, but for some reason, I couldn’t order the kiln. So they’re gonna call me and we gonna straighten it all out. Or I’ll call them. It’s an 800 number so that’s easy…
Then I’ve got PT at 6. No massage, but I think they’ll put the little zappy thing on my shoulder, and that feels pretty good. FCD is stopping at the hospital on his way home to get an X-ray - he’s got an appt with his surgeon tomorrow for a check up on his healing process. So I don’t know if we’ll have dinner together or not. Tonight may be a cereal night.
Wow, Rue on Monday!! The planets must be aligned just so. Hope you didn’t infect anybody too badly. Tho having Rue germs must be some kind of honor, yes??
Is Drae sick again? Oh, that’s right–she’s the sickly one who kvetches…
Ow! Stop hitting me–I was kidding!
No cabinets yet. <BIG sigh> Called the HD and said, where are they? like a lil kid. She is going to check for me, and call flooring about my missing floor. Garage is cleaned out and awaiting some natural birch Fremont cabinetry!
Sick of trying to clean up this random chaos mess of a house. Why bother? ooh- phone!
That was HD-I’m next on the list for the cabinets! yay! (also it means that I can get back there today and get some paint and paint the FR trim tomorrow whilst I wait for the plumbers. My life is spent waiting for strange men. Make of that what you will).
Oh, and Rice K Treats are nummylicious. Envy my fat ass.
Bobbio I used to have a “Bear Crossing” sign only it wasn’t a for real road sign. It was plastic. I gave it to somebody cause I decided to get a little more grown up with my decor. Now I have tasteful works of art adorning my cave.
Rebo I’ve used that marinade before. It is indeed nummerlicious.
Did I mention that I’m being a dog nanny this week? Some of y’all will remember Joe Dawg the chee-hua-hua. Well, his daddy is at the beach this week (til Friday) and Joe Dawg is staying with me. Right now he is sitting upon the living room sofa. Actually he’s snoozing upon the living room sofa. He’s had his din-din and after din-din poop, so he’s all mellowed out.
I survived the meeting. YAWN Tomorrow is a trip to glorious Alma, Jawja. My life. Such glamour. Such excitement.
Oh, and MBG I had Mexican for lunch. No beer though, cause it was lunch time during a work day and all. Still it was good. Chile rellenos, beans and a guacamole salad.
