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Yikes! ‘Tis thundering somethin’ fierce out there. Hopefully it’ll dry up by dinnertime, though, as tonight’s plans are supposed to involve Greek food and a patio.

Shadow, I know exactly what kind of Magical Hoo-Ha you speak of now. The one that tends to make me go :dubious: is the Mystical Hymen, a close relative of the Hymen of Steel… the one that is incredibly resistant and profusely bleeding, but miraculously stops hurting/bleeding by the time you get to the next sentence.

Why yes, I have read a lot of really really bad romances. How else was I suppose to occupy myself during 2 hr bus ride at the crack of dawn? My brain is only capable of processing unchallenging predictable prose at that time of day.

Seems to have stopped thundering.
Dotty, HRH gets cuter and cuter.

Still very tired. Not planning on doing anything today. Can’t focus eyes.

I think maybe my parents’ now-42 year unhappy marriage skews my view of the world a bit. That and the happy people tend not to talk about it too much, while the unhappy ones are often very vocal. So that can make it seem like there are more unhappy marriages than happy ones. Good to hear that there are happy marriages!

I think it’s normal to want this, even in the happiest of marriages. I think it’s critical to keep a bit of yourself, to get away or have alone time. In fact, this time and space to yourself probably keeps your marriage happy…

A quick search turns up this – is that it?

The dust of an old political campaign has covered me. Ah, the fun of restricted collections. Take everything out of the folders it was originally shoved into, shove it into another folder, and pray that someone orders more Permalife paper before the newsprint acidifies itself into oblivion.

Lissla is HRH at least sleeping a little better than before?

I have no tips, I was insanely lucky with mine who more or less slept through the night after 6 months. Except he’d wake me up at ungodly hours of the morning to be up all day. (I watched a LOT of the CBC turning on aka Oh Canada at 5am and Canada AM every day for the better part of a year.)

Greek sounds yummy, Muppet. I’m not even sure what I have for lunch, my Mom was kind enough to throw something together because I’m having a bad day and overslept.

Can I go back to bed?

between Morgyn’s kitties and HRH, I’ve overdosed on cuteness for the week. that’s enough of that!
I’ll “return the favor” after my visit to the MA branch of the fambly next weekend

Takin’ a break for some N.O.L.. I’ve gotten through most of the pile. YAY! I’m thinkin’ I should be through in another hour. Have I mentioned how much I like these work from da cave days?

We’re supposed to have rain. I want rain. Rain dangit!

Puggy thanks for the bday wish. I felt you thinkin’ of me all day yesterday. :smiley:

BBBobbio y’all are much nicer than me. I’d have told her not to come back after the drugs went missin’ the first time. Good deal on not lettin’ her have a key to the VunderLair. Happy Birthday VWife!

Ok, gonna go eat me a sammich and get back to work

ETA: Y’all should go check out the feud for today. It’s fun!

Funny, I was just talking about this exact topic the other day with a friend.

He and I have been friends for 7 years now - we started off dating, which ended rather terribly (he dumped me via email after ducking my calls for a week), and eventually re-connected as friends a few months later (once he owned up to being a tremendous jerk). We’ve been each other’s shoulder to lean on through some incredibly disastrous relationships, breakups, breakdowns, jealous BFs/GFs and everything in between. (I’m sure part of why we’re such good friends also has to do with the fact that it pissed off our exes to no end that we were so close, and we’re both rather contrary folks)

Strangely enough, though, he knows WAY more about my bad relationships than he does about me and The Boy, because when he asks how things are the only answer I have to give is “Good. Really good.” instead of the 1 hr “OMG, you won’t believe what he did this time!” rant he used to get. I guess the good stuff doesn’t make for entertaining stories the way the bad stuff does.

(For the record, he and The Boy get on like a house on fire)

Flutter, if there are any leftovers, I shall try to ram them through my CD drive and send them to you. :slight_smile:

We just figgered it out yesterday, after she was there Monday. The fecal material has not yet hit the rotating air movement device.

Busy morning with some blogging done. The last guy I hired to blog with us ended up doing one post and buggering off to parts unknown. I’ve just hired a new blogger who volunteered. He’s young but he can spell and put a sentence together with a decent amount of coherence most of the time – at most, some constructive criticism and a few corrections should have him doing a halfway decent job. He definitely needs to develop some style though. He’s not bad, but his writing is fairly dry. I’m cool with that, but I think I need to nudge him a bit to loosen him up to get the more humorous and/or sarcastic and/or snarky juices flowing.

N.O.L. today is a new packaged pho I haven’t tried yet: Vifon brand Pho Bo. (Beef noodles) This one is … interesting.

To start with it comes with a wee fork and four packets: A soup base packet of course, a vegetable packet (looks like small leek or green onion bits), a packet of chili sauce, and a packet of palm oil that contains chili and beef flavouring.

I tried it with just the soup and veggie packet. Rather bland, and thin too. The oil packet baffled me a bit. It didn’t really add any flavour to the soup, and I couldn’t figure out why there was beef flavouring and chili added to a packet destined for a beef-flavoured soup with its own chili packet. But, whatever. It didn’t seem to add any flavour, just made it a bit oily. The chili packet added a wee bit of heat (very little though – black pepper would kick sand in this stuff’s face) and a bit of extra flavour.

It has an … odd … smell. Unlike any Pho I’ve had. The flavour is weak but also not tremendously beefy. There are also two pale brown … things … that I presume came out of the veggie packet. I’m assuming they’re supposed to look like bits of beef, but they have no flavour and the consistency of foam rubber, so I’m going to go with tofu. (The ingredients say “textured wheat gluten” … or maybe it’s the “eryngium” whatever the hell that is.) The noodles are soft and thin though – probably the best part about the soup.

It’s not unpleasant, but it’s hardly inspiring either, so I think I’ll avoid getting this one next time.

Also, “eryngium” sounds vaguely disturbing for some reason. It sounds like the medical term for a bit of internal anatomy. “I’m afraid there’s a blockage in the left eryngium. We’re going to have to operate.”

Also, it rained today. Hard. The thunder was boomy enough to set off someone’s car alarm.

Vbob - I think she should be called on it somehow. That’s just not right, especially stealing prescription painkillers. I’m not saying fire her ass if you’re trying to help her out, but it’s definitely gotta stop.

ETA: First on four! That makes up for the crappy pho.

Well, I have a good marriage. I think so, Mr. Lissar thinks so, and we’ve been told by others that they think it’s good. I think we’re generally nice to each other, and that’s one of the big secrets. Of course, we’ve only been married five years, but we’ve been together for almost ten. It’s better now than it was in the early days.
I don’t think my parents’ marriage is great, but it’s functional and sometimes affectionate. Mr. Lissar’s Dad and step-mother have a great marriage, very loving. Also sarcastic. I love watching other happy couples- a lot of them develop a sort of ongoing comedy routine that’s loving, exasperated, and funny.

Hm. Happy marriages I know:

Us
FiL and step-MiL
Best Friends
Best Friend’s parents
Other Best friends (Nat’s godparents)
Other Quasi-Daughter and her husband
Mr. Lissar’s godparents (an amazingly ill-matched couple who nevertheless have a great marriage, and have for thirty years)
Those are the ones I know well enough to say with certainty.

I like time alone, but we’re both able to be alone even when we’re with the other person, not intruding on each other’s space. It’s nice. And we miss each other terribly when we’re apart, which is one reason why this week sucks.

8 dozen Chocolate Chip Zucchini Cookies have been made. 2 dozen Chocolate Zucchini Muffins are baking. Laundry is done. Productive. Need to eat lunch, shower, and head to work here eventually.

I’ve just finished eating my salad. I know you all just really care about that.

There is nothing of great note going on in the **Taters ** household.

My mother called me day before yesterday to inform me my cousin’s wife had died. She was 40 years old. It was cancer. I guess her last six months were just horrible and my cousin is not taking her death well.

The last time I saw this cousin was back in 1970 when we left Germany. I haven’t had any contact with him since then. My mother feels I should send a card to both my cousin and his mother.

Uh…my cousin probably doesn’t even remember me (I’m the oldest of all the children). Oh, I’m sure he’s aware of me as his “cousin in America”, but that’s about it. I haven’t heard from this cousin…EVER. I haven’t heard from his mother since I lived in my mother’s house.

I think it would be awkward to send a card. Am I wrong?

Taters I wouldn’t send a card. Y’all don’t really know who each other is anymore. I wouldn’t send one to his mother either because a sympathy card on the death of a daughter-in-law, well, just sounds strange to me.

Dindin tonight is chicken ‘n dumplin’s, green beans and squash. One of the advantages of work from da cave days is bein’ able to slow cook dead bird all day and makin’ a really nummy broth for the dumplin’s. MMMMMMMM… gonna be soooooo good!

Oh and I finished work a couple of hours ago and have been a bear of leisure. Gotta get busy on the cookin’ deal soon though.

I am becomin’ a feud addict Rebo. :smiley:

**Morgyn ** - I could have sworn you stole my evil kitteh and posted his pic to torment me - except that he’s here tormenting me in the flesh!

**Dotty ** - HRH is just too cute for words!

**BBBobbio ** - You must be nicer than I am, dammit. I’d fire anyone who stole from me.

So, I’m home, I’m tired, and I’m not motivated to work in the basement. But I’ll change into grubbies soon and have a go at it. Supper is leftover turkey tit that I froze a few weeks ago, Amish corn on the cob, and another side or two, depending upon how I feel.

Have any of you heard of banoffi/banoffee?? One of my daughter’s English coworkers made one for us a couple of weeks ago, and **FCD ** is in love with it! I googled it, and discovered it’s even easier to make than I’d thought, since the “toffee” part is dulce de leche. The girl who made it for us used a graham cracker crust, which I will buy premade, and she used heavy whipping cream, but I’m inclined to just buy a can of whipped cream (Not so classless as to use Cool Whip!! :eek: ) I’m supposed to take dessert to a party at my sister’s next week, so this will be one of the offerings. Brownies will probably be the other.

That’s all for now. MWAH!!

Taters, I’d probably send a card.

It won’t cost you much, beyond the price of a card and overseas postage, but if your coz is in rough shape it might just mean a whole lot to him. I know it seems a bit weird and perfunctory, but those little gestures can mean a lot when someone is hurting, even if they come from a near- (or even total) stranger.

Is it quit o’clock yet? Huh? Please?

Well, I have been productive. I went to the laundromat and did the comforters(it was getting so I couldn’t tell where the pets ended and the comforter began :wink: ), bought a memory stick to move my Firefox bookmarks, and went on a beer run. It rained a bit here.

I’d send a card, Taters. If Internet hugs can help, then a card from a forgotten cousin surely will.

You’re not the only one! :smiley:

I keep trying to work, but I got the donwannas.

Feud addict, checking in…

Anyone want a really annoying cat?

Taters- I’d send the card. When my husband;s father died, it was touching to be remembered.