I think mucous welby somehow gave me his sinus infection. My haid is all stopped up and I have a sinus headache that should only happen in hell. I think Ima take myself home and <snerk> dope <snerk> up. How bad is it you ask? I should be thinking about lunch right now but I don’t want food. If’n I don’t want food I ain’t feelin’ good.
Recipe, please.
And there are prayers and good thoughts headed out, rigs. I hope the talk goes well. We’re all here for you whenever you need to unload. Personally, if my husband spent $20k we didn’t have, there would be some serious, serious conversationing and lots of renegotiating and me putting my foot down. ((eleanor))
scout, Mr. Lissar asked me, in a resigned tone, what your Special Husband Name was going to be. Attacks Husband will feel jealous if you get something cool, because he says that washes dishes, carries things, and gives backrubs, and what does he get called? Attacks Things Randomly Husband. Hmmph. Recently he’s been more Comes Over And Eats Pastry Experiments Husband.
See, I don’t need any extra husbands. One is enough, thanksverymuch. What I need is a wife: one who will cook, clean, and do laundry.
Actually, the hubby was talking about hiring someone to come in once a month and help with the cleaning, but I put the kibosh on that. I’m too cheap, I don’t feel we have the extra moolah for that, and lastly; I would clean furiously before the cleaning person got there so I wouldn’t be embarrassed upon his/her arrival. What then, would be the point of having a cleaning person?
How about “Missing Equipment Husband” for scout?
To me, this would be worth it, almost: to make myself clean furiously! LOL. Actually my house isn’t too bad; I suffer from Not Enough Hours in the Day Syndrome, the main symptom of which is Terminal Untidyness.
rigs I’ll email ya.
You are my soulmate. AND the person would never put up with me going along behind and saying, “there’s a streak left on that lower window pane” and stuff like that. If there is a streak there, and I put it there-that’s ok. If someone else puts it there…(this doesn’t have to make sense, just nod and smile).
Reicpe for Chicken Casserole aka Hash Brown Casserole*:
1 pkg frozen hash browns, the cubed kind
1/2 cup melted butter
1 tsp salt
1 tsp pepper
garlic to taste (may use garlic salt, if so, amend above)
onions, as many as you’d like (I use white)
1 can of cream of chicken soup-unreconstituted
16 oz low fat sour cream (or whole hog)
approx 1 pound of chopped, cooked, skinless, boneless chicken
grated sharp cheddar chees
potato chips (unflavored)
Spray a 9x13 baking dish (I use Pyrex) with the soray stuff. Preheat oven to 350. Dump frozen (or thawed) hash browns into dish. Drizzle melted butter over hash browns.** In separate bowl, mix together, sour cream and cr of chck soup. Add cubed chicken. Sprinkle seasonings over hash browns. Spoon sour cream et al over hash browns. Top with cheese. Top cheese with potato chips. Bake for about 45 minutes (if using thawed, adjust cooking time).
*this is one of those recipes that you can do anything to. Add veggies, add bacon, change the cheese etc. Change the meat–knock yourselves out.
**yes, if using frozen, this will quickly freeze your butter. Doesn’t matter. You may want to break up the hash a bit, if it’s in frozen chunks.
I like it in winter–it’s all rich and comforty and filling. It’s a great leftover, btw.(I add more chips for crunch then)
I think Sean’s on to something.
Holy crap, Draelin, your first car experience is not unlike mine. My first car was a 1990 Hyundai Excel. And it had 2 transmissions by the time I got rid of it five years later. God, that thing was an utter piece of shit. I do believe Hyundai’s quality improved since then, but with the amount of things that went wrong on that thing, NEVER will I buy a car from them.
Mine didn’t have power anything, either. I recall driving to Phoenix over Labor Day. With no air conditioning. Oh, the horror.
I hired a cleaning service to clean my old apartment after I’d gotten all my stuff out of it. And let me tell you–I didn’t clean a damn thing. If I’m going to pay somebody to clean my house, they’re going to earn it.
But I think a hundred and fifty bucks was totally worth it, in terms of my time and how much gunk I know was under the refrigerator. 
(addition mine)
ME, TOO!!! anyone know where I can get one?
You had me until “for free”. 
Remember Amazingly Hot Guy that I talked about a week or two ago? The Amazingly Hot one that dips tobacco, thus rendering him completely undesirable? I’m sitting in the chemistry study lab with him right now. Can of dip in the back pocket.
Gross.
In other news, I want brownies. I have to work tonight, and can’t bake any. ::shakes fist angrily::
well, we can negotiate - how’s unlimited internet time between 9a and 5p (except when I’m home) for starters?
Yes, the “for free” is the important thing.
In other news, the hubby has invited some folks over for dinner tomorrow night. He’s making his famous chicken boobs.
Recipe:
Brush boneless chicken boobies with balsamic vinegar dressing.
After brushing with the dressing, season with garlic pepper and italian seasonings.
Stick under broiler, turning halfway through cooking time. Approximately 10 to 12 minutes total cooking time (depending on size of boobies).
Take out of oven. Top with sliced pear or roma tomatoes and crumbled feta cheese.
Stick back under broiler until feta cheese is slightly toasty golden brown.
Remove from oven.
Eat!
I’m going to make cous cous and a salad.
Well, I don’t know if that would make it worth the commute … I’m not a fan of the LIE.
I can’t be the only one clutching my chest with a pained expression. :eek: 
Did somebody need a luscious pasta side dish?
**AVOCADO LINGUINE **
1 large (about 10 oz) firm-ripe avocado
2 tbs lemon juice
1 lb dry linguine
1 cup (4 oz) crumbled Gorgonzola cheese
1/3 cup chicken broth
2 tbs minced parsley
1/3 cup toasted shelled sunflower seeds
Peel, pit and slice avocado into 1/2-inch-thick wedges. Place wedges on a plate, coat with lemon juice and set aside.
In a 5- to 6-quart pan, bring 3 quarts water to a boil on high heat. Add linguine and cook, uncovered, until pasta is just tender to bite, about 10 minutes.
Drain well; return pasta to pan and set on low heat. Add Gorgonzola cheese and chicken broth to pan; mix, lifting with two forks, until cheese melts and most of liquid is absorbed.
Pour onto a warm platter and arrange avocado on pasta; sprinkle with parsley and sunflower seeds. Serves 4.
Ha! You’re so smitten. You’re totally going to buy some Listerine and ask him to party!
Missing Equipment Husband. Hmm. Or Only Husband That’s a Girl. Or Gingersnap Mailing Husband (but that would be Bumba, too). I’ll have to think about it. I’ll talk to Attacks Husband about it at work tonight. When we’re actually working. Because us working the same shift is a good idea and we’ll be all productive. Right.
Tonight we’re maybe going to do favourite monkey impressions. The last guy I worked with on Thursday played fun games with me like Make Up a Little-Known Historical Fact, and Let’s Sing Vietnam Protest Songs, and stuff. It was great. Mr. Lissar says it almost makes him want to quit his job and work retail.
Ew. Chewing tobacco.
Ew.
I can top that. I’m doing some training this week with a guy from the Midwest office. He dips. In. The. Office. There’s three Coke bottles on the desk he’s at, and one has something that isn’t Coke. :eek:
Aside from getting completely squicked at the sight of someone dipping, chewing and spitting in the office into a pop bottle…
My neighbor called last night asking about a rock in our front yard. We want a rock-free yard, and she’d like the rock. It’s closer to a boulder, really. She apologized for not moving it sooner, as her husband has been in the hospital for ten days, her son is overseas, and the garage door spring snapped that afternoon. And she’s worried about a rock!