You didn’t. I’m defying you all! <insert evil laugh here>
Actually, it’s been vacant since my dad passed away in '97. I just recently (within the last few months) gave in to the necessity of having that extra bit of cash. Still needs some work - new drywall, paint, carpet, and the guy is going to get started on the kitchen next week. Know anyone looking for a place?
The thing about a funeral is it’s ok to drink after one no matter what time of day it is. It’s a rule. Besides, donkeybear I didn’t have any beer until I got home. So There! 
scout Bibles and hymnals serve dual purposes. I thought everybody knew that. They instruct you on how to turn from your heathen ways and sing wholesome songs, plus, if you need a good whack upside the head to teach you how to behave, they have good heft. I noticed the Bibles in the pews are all hardback. Those really hurt. REPENT HEATHEN! WHACK
Well, I guess now the secret’s out that I haven’t been inside a church in awhile…
:: ducks quickly to avoid a swinging Bible ::
Gimme that Bible! I see a heathen!
** WHACK!**
My kitchen isn’t self-cleaning. I need fifteen kids to cook for and a fully automatic self-cleaning kitchen. I just took some bread for the nice couple upstairs. Have you ever noticed how flatteringly grateful people are for homemade bread? Or any homemade baked goods? It’s a great ego boost.
Baking would be a perfect experience if my kitchen were self-cleaning.
Suddenly I feel the need to make custard to go with the lemon curd. Aagh.
Lissla if you want undying gratitude, just show up at my house with baked goods. You’ll plotz from the gratitude, I guarantee it. 
I feel the need to make amends to scout. I’m Episcopal, so if your tummy got all rumbly during an Episcopal service of any flavor, you would not get *whacked with a hymnal. You would get the furrowed brow and tight lips of disapproval. Plus, we’d talk about you over cocktails that evening. Is that better?
Swampy, in that case, you better hit me, too, as I am a genyooine bona-fide heathen, a primitive savage* and everything.
*As in E. Indian.
That I can handle.
Mika-Nah-you’re not a heathen…you’re exotic.
Can’t you feel the love of Jesus? Here, have some lovin’–
WHACK
It’s snowing here like crazy! I do believe it might be winter afterall.
I ruined a London broil that I had in the freezer. Lemon pepper was old–I need to clean out my spice cupboard. It wasn’t awful; it just wasn’t delish.
Yeah. Episcopalians just look shocked and disapproving. Baptists whack you.
What?
swampy, I would, but you live all the way out in stupid Georgia. The Toronto bus routes don’t get all the way to the Southern States.
If I ever did show up with baked goods, you’d damn well better be grateful. It’s what, 1500 miles?
I made custard. And Driving Husband is coming over for dinner, so I’d better make something. Anyone got a good hot spinach dip with cheese recipe? I think we’re going to throw garlic, spinach, cheddar, and sour cream together and see what happens.
Still have to make danish pastry, but I may postpone it until tomorrow. Or not. We’ll see.
You guys, I made my first irreversible, irreparable sewing mistake! But here’s how it went:
I decided I’d make a silk robe from that piece of dark green plaid silk-like material I had. And actually, most of it was pretty easy. Anyway, I cut the back, then the two panels, then the collar and the tie.
Mistake # 1 (reparable) I sewed the right-hand panel on, and turned it right side out to check the width of the sleeve. Tried to put my arm through, and realized I had sewed the armhole shut. :smack: Ok, no problem - undid it, and fixed it.
Mistake # 2. Then I went to sew the other panel on. Looked around for the other panel. Hmm. It was just here. I even labelled it with a big “L”. Oh…wait. Check the back of the tire & the collar. Shit - I’d somehow got all discombobulated and* cut the left panel up to make the collar and tie*. :smack: :smack: :smack: So now it’s not long enough.
Anyway, I’m not overly broken up. I got the fabric at a super-mega-uber sale, for $2.50. Not $2.50 a yard, but for the whole thing. Also, it’ll be easy to try again. And I remember my aunt telling me about how she used to mess up projects as a girl and then have to hide the sewing in the very bottom of the rubbish bin so her parents wouldn’t catch on. I almost did the same thing, but instead I made a scraps bag out of the leftover.
And besides, it was time for me to make a major mistake…I’ve been sewing a whole month now!
…
Earlier tonight I was feeling silly so I made a bag. Not just any bag, though. I have a stuffed shark* and I made a bag exactly to fit, with spaces for his fins and everything. He’s a little tough to get in there but once you do, he’s very snug.
*Yes, I have a stuffed shark. If anyone questions why a 30 YO woman owns a stuffed shark I shall hit them with it. Hard.
One of the people I work with (a lady-type person) got her hairs all cut and fixed up. I thought it looked pretty good, so I said so. I actually said it looked like Sela Ward’s hair.
“Sela Ward? Isn’t she ooooooooold?”
Uh… no. No she isn’t. But have you seen her? She can be old if she wants, I don’t care.
There was a puppy what came in today. (Actually she was brought in, she didn’t come in her own self.) She was real cute. That was nice. (She was a Welsh Terrier if you care. Or even know what one looks like.)
I love puppies! I would have one if I could keep it a puppy forever, but dogs usually aren’t as cute.
Who’s Sela Ward?
I am either oh so very old or oh so very young with that question…
Hey-soon I’ll be 44 and feel REALLY good about the whole thing.
just an in general, to noone in particular: eat me.
I feel better!
I have to redo the orientation checklist for ICU and TCU, finish my essays, research appropriate pain management techniques for yet another meeting, and clean this house. All by Friday evening.
Blah. Eat me again, work! yuck. ugh. phooey.
Ok, I’m done now.
peace to all.
Welcome to the wide world of 'What? I sewed every seam on backwards and inside out? What do you mean I lost the centre front panel?" sewing.
Just about to make a double batch of danish pastry, eat some custard, wrap the bread up to freeze, and do some crunches and weights. It’s a busy night. I figure if I get all the cooking done now, I might feel more like cleaning up tomorrow. The kitchen is not too bad considering how much has happened today.
(Dumb Question) is there a particular reason for ‘tonoc’, eleanor? I figure it’s from noctus or something. Did I miss a memo?
I’m so excited. We got our new costumes tonight. It looks like this only better in person. The pants are palazzo, and the top is covered in little crystals. The material is a stretchy velour. Ours is red, a nice rich red, like wine. And we’re going to put a silver flower at the point of the neckline. We picked out sparkly dangly earrings to wear with it. I can’t wait for us to be on stage, we are gonna SHINE this year.
My hand has not rotted off yet. In fact it was infected as I thought it would be, I could go for the TMI here and mention that pus was involved but I won’t … oh, I already did. Anyway, I’ve been keeping it clean and using an antiseptic ointment. It looks and feels better than it did but tonight I was trying to get a stubborn lid onto a plastic container and I whacked the container with my right hand which caused me to actually hit my left boo-boo’ed hand and then drop the container spilling half the soup I had made this evening. Ow and double-ow.
I bought a chicken and some sweet and hot italian sausages last Thursday and I roasted the chicken and cooked the sausages right away. Since then I have eaten most of the chicken in sandwiches and also made chicken soup. With the sausages I put some in spaghetti sauce and had some for dinner one night and froze two more dinners worth. I also make sausage & mushroom tortelloni. I used won-ton skins for the pasta because it was quicker. It turned out pretty good but I think I needed to add an extra egg or something to the filling so it would hold together more. I lightly cooked all the tortellonis and froze them. The pasta shrunk a little around the filling and they looked like little brains. Little tasty spicy brains. I tried a few before freezing the rest. I just put them in a light butter/sage sauce. The sausage is rather spicy so it doesn’t need a heavy sauce. Yummy.
Tonight I used the last remaining sausages in a sausage and bean soup. I froze a couple servings before spilling the rest all over the place.
I have an urge to bake bread, too, but I really need to clean my kitchen before starting any projects like that. I know I’ll just have to clean it again afterwards but I have to clean it beforehand in order to find things and have room on the counter.
I’ve been working a lot this past week (55 hours) and my house is in worse shape than usual.
Nevah hoid of it. I use noc and tonoc because that is how we refer to night and tonight etc in charting at work. It’s quicker to type and it’s an affectation.
We all get one, right? I believe that’s in the Rules, somewhere…
Lots (well, an inch) of snow here; stupid 0700 meeting (grrr), inservice til 1100 and then grocery shopping. And then a NAP–I am sooo tired (not sure why, either). Busy day.
I want some homemade stuff–you’re closer to me than to swampus --send it on down (it won’t even thaw!).
The only breadmaking I do is buttermilk biscuits. Well, cornbread, too. And corn muffins. Cornbread and muffins are easy though. It was biscuits that took me a looooooooong time to figure out. I’d do everything I was supposed to and I’d end up with hockey pucks. Then, one magical day, they came out right! Ever since that magical day, I make nummy buttermilk biscuits. So yummy, if fact, that somebody will do his “sad puppy dog eyes” look at me when he’s trying to get me to make 'em. Sometimes “sad puppy dog eyes” leads to things other than biscuits but that’s another story.
Lissla I’m southern. I can do gratitude. Do you have any idea how a southerner can go on and on and on and on? I’d go so on and on and on and on you’d shove a baked good in my mouth just to shut me up.
Tonight (that’s tonoc for rigs) I am going to a county commission meeting. One of the items on the agenda is for a proposed personal care home for elderly persons to be located in my neighborhood. I’m good with it, personally, but some of the other neighbors ain’t. Anywho, and I think I covered this a couple weeks ago, at the planning commission meeting there was a lot of opposition and the person who is requesting the zoning change didn’t even show up so the plannining commission voted to deny it. I would have voted the same way if I had been on the commission because, geez, if you can’t even bother to show up to answer questions, how seriouis can you be? Anyways, tonight should be interesting. I went to the website for the county to see if an agenda had been posted but it hasn’t. Maybe they will later today. I lead such an exciting life!
Good morning…lots o’ work, lots o’ tired, 1/2-day offsite meeting in the morning cleverly planned to keep me from getting anything done. Well, I’m partly responsible for the meeting and the stuff on the agenda is part of what I’m responsible for, so it’s technically work, but it’s 1/2 and hour away from the office and even though we’ll probably stop and have lunch somewhere we don’t usually eat, I have approximately 1 million things to get done today. [/dread of work day]
If you’re delivering stuff to eleanor, Lissla, you can drop some off here as we’re conveniently about 1/2 way there… (Ohio, the convenient-stop state).
Need to get my family Valentines done and get a birthday card for our birthday-card coordinator at work. It’s her birthday this month and for some reason she doesn’t buy and circulate her own. 
Inconvenient.
I suppose I need to get ready for work since I’m leaving in 1/2 an hour…
GT