(sigh) We finally located muffins that Mr. Lissar, He of the Destesting of Most Baked Goods (most bread, especially whole grain, cornbread, Danish pastry, croissants, cake, muffins, biscuits) likes. They’re a bakery chain brand, and they’re very sweet and have 480 calories each. :eek: I’m trying to duplicate them. I started with a lemon cake mix with extra fresh lemon zest and juice, and dried cranberries. Simple- just follow the box instructions, and add a half cup of cranberries and the zest and juice of one lemon. They may be too cakey, but I’ll try them on him when he gets home.
I think they would be good with lemon icing.
Attacks Husband says I married a totally defective guy.
Hi everyone - busy day, little brother here this evening. Looked at some of his business stuff, talked, went for a walk, ate dinner, not necessarily in that order. This after a fun-filled workday that involved inventing project workplans out of thin air. Well, some of them, at least.
I must say that the MMP has done its job of fighting my ignorance. I never knew there were anal glands to express. I’m pretty sure the first time I read about them it was in this very place. (Well it was definitely on the SDMB, but I’m pretty sure it was also in the MMP…)
Glad ems is better. Sorry about the job stuff Drae - sounds like it would be a good idea to start looking around for something else. As for the smelly carpet problem…no hints here…
I’m sure I missed stuff, but I’m sleepy. Maybe I’ll be able to catch up tomorrow.
There were a couple of MMPers on my Valentine exchange list… You should be getting something very soon. They went off in the mail this morning.
Oh and Bobbio, I don’t think there are any Motown-area MMP regulars. I remember the first time you asked that; I noticed because I’m originally from Michigan, but not really nearby any more…
Is your needle all the way up when you start to sew? If it’s not, the thread can slip out. Turn the little crank on the side and make sure the needle is up as far as it will go before you start sewing.
I made truffles this weekend. They were good, but not quite perfect. Does anyone have a good truffle recipe? Should I use Kahlua or Irish Cream? Life is full of these hard choices. Sigh.
ems, I’m glad you’re feeling better. Sorry about the internet thing–I’d go nuts if I had to go without the internet for a whole week!
No, 43 can most definitely be sexy. It was more the gap, plus a little bit of mother-imagery, mixed with the definite realization that despite any dating woes I may have I will never be thatdesperate, all swirling together into a Freudian cocktail (snerk) that I wanted none of. Nothing personal, I swear.
Today was interesting. The lack of any sense of the passage of time continues. For example. Monday morning, that is, yesterday morning according to my biological sleep schedule clock, I was telling a Philosophy/Space/Time classmate of mine what the reading covered. It feels like that happened weeks ago. It also feels like I can barely remember being at home for a month, even though I was just 3ish weeks ago. I guess so much has happened, both logistically (academics, grad school, career fair, etc) and emotionally (duh) that the temporal aspect of my recent memory just can’t cope.
Love the muffin recipe. They sound delicious. I want chocolate. Oh! That reminds me. Right now RPI’s slogan is, “Why not change the world?” I think RPI should have a new slogan: “We like pie!” It would make for a great chant. “R! P! I! We like pie!” The best part is, it would work whichever way you spelled it. Pi or pie. [/huge dork]
Well, it is a known fact that anything is better when there’s pie! Except if it’s mincemeat, which is just nasty.
Today, I am a man in black. Well, mostly black. My shirt is white. My undershirt is white. My drawers are blue with with orange and yellow paisleys (paislies?). But my pants, coat and tie are black. So are my socks and shoes. See, I get to go funeralize today. The mother of one of the people we serve died and I’m going to the funeral cause, well, it’s the right thing to do. Besides, I knew her pretty well, so I’m gonna miss her. She was a nice lady.
ACBG thinks I look good in a black suit. See, last night was sleepover night so he got to see me get dressed this morning. He said I looked all “Mr. Business Man” and it turned him on. Like it takes a whole lot to turn him on. Maybe we’ll invent a new game to play. I do believe this is my first sorta TMI this week.
Swampy, that was definitely tame stuff coming from you!
Rifty, I know how you feel. Sometimes life just blurs…
My son came by Monday night to do some laundry and eat dinner. I made him his fave - chicken fried steak. I hadn’t seen him since we went to eat at his restaurant last month. (He’s a waiter.) He only lives 5 minutes from me! He’s doing great at his job, and paying his bills and stuff. Yay! My baby is growing up! <sniff> (About freakin’ time! :D)
I’m off from work today. The plumber is coming to fix the water pressure problem, and the town building inspector is coming to make sure i didn’t change the original structure of the apartment so I can get the permit to rent the place out. Then the housekeeper is coming. Then I’m going to take a nap, but a short one, because my weekly Thursday rehearsal is on Wednesday this week
(that’s “hi” from Smokey, who just had to walk across the keyboard to butt me in the face to let me know she’s ready for her breakfast - guess I’d better go feed her)
Morning, campers! Apparently, the news that we’re not hiring anybody new for reception has not been released yet, because Poor Retired Receptionist We Won’t Leave Alone is here again today. Not that I’m complaining. When we need her, she works part time, and I take the rest. I asked yesterday if she was going to be finishing the week or what, but I haven’t heard back yet. As it stands, she’s supposed to be here till 3 today and Friday, so that’s something.
Last night I got home to discover Roomie had bought me a present because I’d had a crappy day. Elizabethtown came out on DVD yesterday, and she picked it up for me–because she wanted to see it, but didn’t want to own it. She’s selfless like that.
Spats, don’t knock older women 'til you’ve tried 'em. Remember that discussion about female sexuality we had a couple weeks ago?
Anyrose, that Godiva liqueur is heavenly. I absolutely adore the white chocolate–but the cappucino’s good too.
My POLC is like that. If she gobbles her kibble,it’s likely to come right back up. And why do they always go and find the rug when there’s perfectly good furless flooring all around them?
Just let me know if you’re gonna make it down and we’ll try our best to make lunch happen. How does Bubbalou’s sound?
Somehow I don’t think your reasons for marrying Mr. Lissar has whatall to do with what you can prepare for him in the kitchen. I’m just sayin is all.
swampy, do you need a little puggy in a black suit jacket to round out your accessories?
riggs, 43 means you are just peaking sexually. Every young [del]horndog[/del] man should know that older women are much better lovers than younger women.
rosy, aaaaaahhhhhh, so that is what my cat has been saying all along.
dolores, you sure we aren’t sharing a son??
Glad you’re feeling better, ems.
Found out yesterday my team leader has given his resignation. ::sigh:: Just when we had a nicely rounded group. Ah, well, been around here long enough to know nothing ever stays the same.
One thing I do know. I gotta change my geography. Most of my team is in another room and I am surrounded by victims and grumps where my cube is currently located. Isn’t that like a hostile work environment?
Wait a minute. You are renting your place out? Did we give permission for this to happen?
(quick, fill in those holes with toothpaste!)
I ahve a meeting at work today–they come around on a monotonously regular basis, no? I am flatironing my hair, so my typieng may be off–see?
Of course, I could just go do this in the bathroom as God intended, but…
Rifty --<sniff> it’s OK. I realize that once 40+ I can’t expect to have guys following me and throwing their phone numbers at me. <heavy sigh> Oh, well. I’ll just start wearing polyester and doing Good Works…probably should throw out my makeup as well…end of an era, really. <pensive sigh>
DR glad to hear you’re son is gettin’ it together, finally. May he continue to do so.
I am tempted to send out a blanket email at work that says “Yes, I am going to a funeral today” just so absolutely everybody won’t feel the need to say, “You’re wearing a black suit, you must be going to a funeral.” Well, duh!
Unfortunately even though I do have a lap top the stoopid training class has every hour of my day mapped out from 7:00AM until 10:00PM on Thursday and given that normal bedtime is about 9ish I will be pooped! Friday is more of the same except I have a client dinner I have to go to at 8:00PM so no internet for me.
I also have to fly there on what is known locally as the “vomit comet” - fun times!
You’re right, Tupug. I married him because he was tall, handsome, and a really big suck about babies and kittens.
Today is Baking Day. I am going to try to make six loaves of bread, danish pastry, and tortillas. If I can’t get it all done today then I can do some more baking on Friday. I also crockpotted a pork should overnight, in red wine and chipotles. It smells really good.
Boy, weekly meetings are just so much fun. ::sigh::
Dad and I went out for Mexican last night and then saw The Matador. Great food, decent enough movie. I really should do stuff with Dad more. Mom and I are really close, and I know it makes Dad feel left out. We just don’t have as much in common as Mom and I do so it’s tough sometimes. How do you not play favorites with your parents??
My cat’s driving me crazy too, but fortunately not with the puking thing that’s been FCM’s kitty problem. My cat is definitely nocturnal so she’s not allowed in my bedroom at night. She crawls all over me all night long and regularly meows at me to wake me up if I let her in. But I like to cuddle with her in bed sometimes. So I started letting her in about 1/2 an hour before I get up so she can burrow in the sheets and be all cute. However, this has caused her to think that she should start meowing to be let in at 4:45-ish (normal let-in time is 6). How do I make her stop?? I’m fine being woken at 6 to let her in. Not so cool with 4:45.
For the majority of my life, my father was a grade-A prick. Retirement and grandfatherhood have mellowed him, though, and now he’s a great guy. I sometimes feel guilty for still preferring Mom, but it’s hard to overcome thirty years of good-cop/bad-cop conditioning. And Mom and I are much more alike, whereas Dad doesn’t understand us most of the time.
Tangentially, my mother once told me the following: “You know that I love my children equally, I don’t love one of you more than the other … but I certainly like you more than I like your brother.”
And on the subject of kitty puke–I don’t understand it. There is only one carpeted room on the first floor of the new home–where do you think the cats are choosing to do their regurgitative business? I’m baffled.
3 hours of training this morning. The first hour was spent on discussing all the problems that this equipment has (including a nifty little error code called FIX that no one really knows how it’s caused or how to clear it. But it only shuts down the sensor and transmitter, making them useless. So it’s no big deal.) The two hours going over basic pressure sensing , including Pascal’s Law. With the mandatory Death-By-PowerPoint section, 140+ slides with way too much on each page to read.
When I asked why they used a certain way of transducing the pressure to an electrical signal instead of another way (that I have heard and, in my experience, is more reliable and cheaper), I was told, “In the '70s our competitors used this method, so we bought one of their units, took it apart, reversed engineered it and held on to the process until the competition’s patent expired.”
