Ever had so much work to do you don’t know where to start?
Me, too.
Off to try to do something, at least.
Heh, I was just talking to one of the temps, and she was getting all stressed and frustrated about something, and I said, “Hey, it’s OK…we’ll solve it” And she laughed and said “Your glass is always half-full, isn’t it?”
I laughed back. It sure is…there’s very little that brings me down for long, thankfully.
<looks sourly at Mika. Thinks, spend a day with me, sister> huh. yeah, sure. Well. humph.*
Anyway, I will find out re grad school May 1. YIKES!!!
*just kidding
That sounds like one helluva trip, FCM. That banana pudding sounds delicious. Care to share a recipe? Bananas are good, and pudding is good, so banana pudding can’t possibly fail to be awesome. I’m glad everyone had a good time. 
GOOD LUCK RIGS
Well, hmmmppphhh!! I posted a reply to alla the mess makers but looks like the hamsters et it. Oh, well…
mbg, sounds like you need to take Irv out behind the bus garage and whoop his danged ass. Just sayin, is all.
fcm, thanks for that mental pic of how you found out about the motel carpeting. 
Ewwwwwww! 
I got a call today from someone else from the company I interviewed with. She asked me if I had spoken to anyone else from there, so I told her about my interview. She said she needed to check on something and would call me back. She still hasn’t called me back. Did I screw up? My paranoia is in high gear.
Why does a Lay’s Stax container have to be so small? I can’t get my hand in it. I have to shake the chips out like a dork.
Tel, I don’t think you’re in any danger. It sounds like they’re still considering you, is all.
So far today, I have
Done laundry.
Also spent a couple of hours playing around with the fit of a red and black shot taffeta 18th century jacket I’m making. That counts as playing. I haven’t cleaned the fridge or the counters yet. I will do that sometime during Mr. Lissar’s time at class. He won’t be home until 9.
welby, not that I’m an addict or anything, but is there a Trader Joe’s in your area? Because I have no chocolate or ginger TJ products right now, and that’s a catastrophe.
I hope so. I want that job, goshdarnit! But barring that, I want to know as soon as possible whether they want me or not. I hate suspense.
I also want to get my own place, and it seems I can’t do that before I get a job. I really need somewhere permanent to live, as it seems I’ve already invited several people to stay with me eventually. :smack: What can I say? I love visitors.
Any news, Amsterdam-wise or otherwise?
Days Inns have not nor will they ever be places fit for habitation for any life form with the possible exception of cooties. They’re just ick! All of 'em. I think they build the dang things that way. Glad you had a good trip FCM
Spats ‘nanner puddin’ is the kind of stuff you get to eat all you want of in heaven. See, in heaven, there are big pools of ‘nanner puddin’ and it’s always fresh and always just been made by somebody’s sweet ol’ southern mama. It’s also one of the desserts de rigeur at all southern family reunions. It’s kinda like how marrriages in the south ain’t legal unless cheese straws are served at the reception, except, different, cause there’s nuttin’ legal or illegal about a family reunion except some families are so stoopid and ugly it ought to be against the law for ‘em to all be together at one time lest somebody have to gaze upon the ugly or hear the stoopid… ummm… ok, I had a thought goin’ there somewhere… oh yeah, unless ‘nanner puddin’ is served at a southern family reunion it is not a family reunion, it is an unlawful assembly and everybody gets hauled off to the lockup for loitering.
This is a quick and easy version of ‘nanner puddin’. It ain’t what a sweet ol’ southern mama would do but it’s pretty good. I suggest vanilla wafers instead of the chessmen cookies.
Mmm, that sounds delicious with a capital deeeelicious. I’m definitely going to have to find or make me some of that.
Speaking of cheesestraws, and you did somewhere in there, I have a little conversation to relate.
Last week I told the hubby that you (Swampy ) were going to settle down for the night and watch Gilmore Girls. As I’m sure you can imagine, he kind of raised his eyebrows and said he wouldn’t watch that show. I told him that yes, he may not watch that show, but you were planning on making cheesestraws and having a couple of beers. The hubby immediately perked up and said, “Hell, I’d watch that show all night long with Swampy as long as there were cheesestraws and beer there!”
Tel, no worries, I’m sure it’s fine.
Rigs, GOOOOOOOOOOOOD LUCK! I’m sending my best luck vibes your way for the grad school thingy (not to mention finding another job).
My tummy is kind of rumbly. I guess I’m hungry.
I told the hubby I was thinking of making sgetti for dinner tonight. He asked me if we had meatballs too, and I had to regretfully tell him that we did NOT have meatballs. He decided he didn’t want the sgetti. :dubious: :rolleyes:
Here’s the deal, though. I make the sauce with MEAT! I use sweet italian sausage. This is MEAT! Somehow, though, unless I make meatballs TOO, he doesn’t want spaghetti! What a dork!
I don’t have sgetti with meatballs very often. I’ve never made my own meatballs yet, and Mom has to be charmed and flattered into making them. She once showed me what she put in them. Besides the meat, she put basically any spice-type thing she could find in the kitchen in them. They’re really good, but they never taste exactly the same, 'cause Mom doesn’t measure. It’s partly why she’s a good cook but a lousy baker.
Hmm, must call and see what she and Dad are having for dinner tonight. I’m having candy. She’ll be horrified.
Nanner puddin with CHESSMEN? No way. It’s got to be nilla wafers.
And hell, I’m from California.
Your mom and I would get along just fine. About the only time I measure anything at all is with rice, because you have to get that water ratio just right.
Candy for dinner? Go to it, I’m jealous. Actual e-mail I sent the Bus Wife today: “Tomorrow - golf meeting at the Nest, Thursday, district retirement dinner. I’m tired - dinner tonight is whatever you find to heat up for yourself. Enjoy.”
Really though, it’s justified - a ball game Saturday, Sunday, a feast and the appropriate level of drunkeness following, and last night another ball game and home at 11:30. I’m wiped.
Today was my last scheduled P/T session with the lovely, lithesome Laura. The back is about 300% better than it was, so not only is the heartbreakingly pretty, but she knows her stuff. ::sigh:: I also have a few pages of exercises to do here, it’s the first thing I think they teach in Physical Therapist class - homework.
And, she’s going to call me sometime next week to make sure I’m doing the homework, and “just to see how things are going”. “They’re going horribly, could I come in and let you paw all over my back just once more???”
Ok, I’m back.
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FCM** - that’s a load of driving. That sounds like the Days Inn I stayed at in a town that is better left unnamed in Ohio once. (Hint: rhymes with Youngsdown… )
We checked in at 12:30 am, and checked out 4 hours later. Dirty, scary but cheap.
Ok, wife’s home. Time to watch her heat up leftovers…
I’m glad a ‘nanner puddin’ recipe has already been posted because I wouldn’t have been much help. My MIL made it - I’ve never made it in my life. I don’t like ‘nanner puddin’. So that’s that.
We got the air conditioner and the water heater running on the boat. But I don’t think we should sell to these people. I took one look at the way they tied it up at the dock and I realized they don’t deserve our boat! I’m about to send an email to the broker telling him what we did and reminding him that we won’t take less than what they offered, so if they don’t like it, they can walk.
Every time I’m aboard, I don’t want to sell. It makes the most sense to sell it, but that’s common sense talking. So anyway, I don’t know if we’ve sold it or not…
If my mother couldn’t squash it - and God knows she tried - I don’t think you could manage it, either.
Darn it, hit submit too soon. Anyway, I was going to say, I’m not annoying about it. I’m an optimist, but cynical and realistic at the same time.
I used to be annoying about it, true.
I’ve speed read through today’s posts, but it was kind of smeary due to all the thrown pie. I’m finishing cleaning before the arrival of bro & kids, 10:30ish. (Don’t ask.) I will not be cleaning up the pie, however.
Potluck was yummy. I took a salad with mâche, avocado, grapefruit, red pepper, cucumber and chives. I sprinkled sunflower seeds on top (you can also do toasted walnuts) and dressed it with a grapefruit vinaigrette. It was all gone by the time I got to it, so it must have looked appealing. I’ve made it often enough that I’m sure it was refreshing…
Gotta clean. I’ll come back and chatter in the morning.
GT