mbg, did you by any chance ask the missus what the conversation was about? If she was on for that long of a time, chances are her crankiness might have been a bleedover from the phone. Just a thought…from a woman.
QD, pay no attention to all these people bugging you about DH. They are just acting like nosy relatives and mean well. Sooooo…find a ring yet?
Last nights din-din was a new recipe with ground beef, tomatos, onions, ripe olives, penne pasta and mozzerella. Healthy and nummy. The recipe even made enough for Mr. Anachi and I to bring for lunch.
Very busy today but I squeezed in time to compose a simple bio about Dad for the funeral mass next week.
Good morning, everyone. I think. I’m seriously bleary-eyed this morning, having been up until nearly 4:30 a.m. :eek: :eek: to finish the [del]drivel[/del] important congressional hearing I was working on; I’ve only been up for about 45 minutes, and that only because the stupid telephone rang. You should be proud of me, however: I was offered yet another rush job today (a press briefing), and actually used that magic word that I need to practice more often, “No.”
Everyone, keep The Sick away from me! checks to make sure CD tray is firmly closed I really DO NOT have time for The Sick! Even though I could lie in bed and flip through 250 channels of Nothing To Watch, I still have too many things I need to get done, like finish getting the house decluttered/cleaned before my bionic knee arrives!
I refuse to even contemplate haggis. At least I don’t have to make it for someone else – my poor MIL every year for years had to prepare lutefisk, a.k.a. fish jello, for her FIL. She wouldn’t eat the stuff, but she still had to fix it. Papa Tigs still shudders every time I ask him if it really does smell that bad to prepare. I think that’s a yes.
MBG, the missus is not the only one who can tune everything out when she’s on the phone. I have brought Papa Tigs a cup of coffee on more than one occasion while he’s on the phone or reading an email, put it down RIGHT in front of his face, and come back later and found it sitting there untouched and stone cold. I can tune stuff out, too, but as a multi-tasker, I’m usually not completely unaware of the world around me. Try as I might.
Off to do something constructive like…oh, I dunno, take a nap?
Know what would be really gross? Going to a dinner party and finding out you’re being served haggis, lutefisk, chitlins and brussels sprouts. I do believe I’d forget everything my momma taught me about bein’ polite and taking small servings. I’d puke on the dining room rug instead.
Well, I’ve read page 6. Haven’t had a chance to catch up on the rest of it. Hope everyone’s doing ok. Hugs to those who aren’t.
Three days of training done. Whew! Now back to reality and a pile of work, some of which needs to be done by end of day today except I’m still waiting on input from another group. Ugh. I think I’m ready to go as soon as I get that input but the wait is frustrating. As is the fact that this process was completely organized and running smoothly and another group picked this week that I was out to go and muck with the whole thing. Without telling me until Tues. night. Gee thanks. Oh and I have a meeting at 1 that may take more than its normal hour. Even better. Ugh.
Our sick little kitty - the one who won’t eat cat food - will demand whatever the humans are eating. The other night we had a spicy chicken thing and she ate a whole bunch of it. Our noses were running from the spiciness, but she seemed to really enjoy it. Crazy cat.
MBG don’t try to hard to figure out why your wife acted the way she did. It is a proven scientific fact that the last words of every man who has spontaneously combusted is, “Ah, now I understand her!”
Burns Night! Us English Lit majors plan to celebrate by drinking lots of whisky and getting pissed drunk. Burns would be proud, aye? Too be we can’t get our hands on some haggis. I actually don’t mind the stuff - compared to what we eat in Korea, that ain’t nothin’ (chicken anuses, anyone?). What I’d really like to do is dance the Ceilidh. Och, I miss Soctland.
I got a thesis advisor! Yay! Now all I have to do is write it. :dubious:
I’ve always enjoyed Steve Don’t Eat It. It’s just good to know somebody will fill me in on what things I’d never ever consider puttin’ in my mouth taste. That way I can enjoy the experience vicariously.
Yay for the thesis adviser Haze. Now get in there and get to writing, young lady. It won’t write itself you know! I saw that look! It won’t do you any good.
The phone call was from a friend or ours, that is frankly somewhat of a whiner. The Wife complains to others, to me and to whoever will listen that the lady whines and complains and never shuts up. More than once when I’ve seen the name on caller ID, I’ve been told to let it ring, or say she wasn’t home.
So it wasn’t that she really would have chosen to be on the phone that long, she’s just not at all capable of saying the magic word: “goodbye”.
Anyway, it all ended fine, within an hour she was chatty and herself all over again.
Lunch was extraordinarily nummy today. I had to go into the next town to replace a cable TV converter at the Comcast store, and my favorite Messican Grocery store was only a few blocks out of the way. They have a hot bar there - so I loaded up on some roasted chicken pieces, and a little carton of refried beans. Chicken and frijoles, I guess that’s on the “gettin MBG buff” Diet, huh?
I also grabbed a big hunk of carnitas (eat your heart out GT!) and some avocado for a quick taco dinner. Ok, more “fat” than is perfect, but it’s quality over quantity I say.
Ewwwww, swampy! I felt queasy just reading that, and then I had to open **canineservant’s ** link. How am I going to eat lunch now?
I vaccuumed and cleaned up cat hornk. I think a trip to the vet is in order. Now that I’m home, I know it’s Skunk. Sigh. Ever since he was a wee beastie, he’s been nothing but expensive trips to the vet for one thing or another - heart murmur, torn rotator cuff, a fever so high the vet tech jerked her hand back when she touched him, little things like that. Just like they said he’d never weigh more than 4 or 5 pounds (he’s 10 lbs), they said he wouldn’t make past 3 or 4, and he’s almost 12 now, so I guess he, or we, got lucky. They also said not to expect him to be very tame, and he’s a velcro kitty, so I don’t know why I worry about what “they” think, anyway.
Resume, today. No more excuses. It’s going to rain later this afternoon, so I think I’ll go for a walk now and come back and work on the dreaded resume.
Chickie I looked up bubble and squeak just like you knew I would. I’d eat it. I’d probably fart like a mule on steroids for a week after, but I’d eat it.
Bibkitty any self respecting garbage disposal would spew the haggis back at you.
Lay off the brussels sprouts! I like brussels sprouts!
I’ve been trying to get together for a meeting with the Booster Club president for at least two weeks and something always comes up to prevent it. I was going to have lunch with him today but his work schedule got changed. I really don’t want to have the discussion because it’s going to hurt his feelings. I need to try to talk him out of running for a third term as President. He has pissed off a vocal few of the members by spending money without taking in for a vote in front of a general membership meeting, even though the bylaws say he can do that. He’s just done it a time or two too many and I don’t think he will be re-elected because of it. I don’t want him to run for President, I want him to run for another spot on the Executive Board.
Mr SCL got me an orchid plant for our anniversary. Anyone want to place bets on how long it will take for me to kill it?
I need to go change the litterboxes - someone please slide some motivation through the cd drive.
Oh like you don’t pattern your life after my sage words and infinite wisdom. I know better!
The as of late often absent Bumba sent me a present. I got some chocolate covered academia nuts all the way from Hawai’i and a bar of Soapy Bear Oatmeal/Grapefruit soap. For those of you who don’t know, Bumba is a purveyor of fine homemade soaps and lotions. So, YAY!!! I got me a present!
How do you cool kids feel about me starting next week’s MMP? I got no special reason, just ain’t started one in a while. Put it to a vote. My feelings won’t be hurt if everybody votes “nay”. Really. I’d be ok. Probably. Well, with some antidepressants and a lot of therapy, anyway. So what do y’all say?
I’d eat it. I’d probably fart like a mule on steroids for a week after, but I’d eat it.