I just finished making a batch of the “Pioneer Woman Mashed Potatoes” that keep getting mentioned on this board, and I must say, they are better than that mashed potatoes I usually make. I’m a convert. Of course, they’re about 300 times more fattening than my old ones, as well…
et tu, Wiki? 
:dubious:
lol, I am learning the language, and am not proficient in the least! 
Ow!
It is now snowing. 
You wish you were here - the apple crisp is mega-yum!! Gala apples are great - num num num!
It’s still raining. I have to go to class tomorrow to pick up the last of my stuff - if it’s not done, I’ll bring it home and fire it here.
Meanwhile, I’ve got an evening of knitting ahead of me. Yay!
Fickle!
Tout cela parle français est de sortir de la main. Arrête.
Ah, mais l’attention est si doux, et le partage prend soin mon amie rosie. ;)
Et la plume de ma tante est sur la table! So there! 
OK, for real now, off to knit. MWAH!
Hmm, someone is channeling Eddie Izzard!
It’s been fun playing today with you guys, I have been a sad little grey duck lately, and today I laughed. Thanks for the grins, I <3 you guys!
Blurf… Overslept 'cause somebody likes to slam cabinets when I’m trying to sleep. Craig Ferguson on youtube gave me Scottish accented dreams. So the burly men are Scots, Swampy.
J’ai une grenouille dans mon bidet. Zoot! Est-ce que la tarte aux pommes, FCM? Nom nom nom…
Ashes[sup]2[/sup]!
Ashes[sup]2[/sup] - I’d only worry if he started singing “Hello My Baby”
It is weird to have pasta for breakfast? I don’t care. There are no bananas in the house, which means I can’t have my usual banana cinnamon porridge.
The other day I found a roll of Pillsbury biscuits at the local foreign food mart. You laugh, but I’ve NEVER seen anything Pillsbury round these parts for as long as I’ve lived here. Anyone got any ideas what I should eat them with? Gravy perhaps?
:: waves at **kai **and Noone ::
Haze - pick one
They’re also good on either side of scramble eggs . . .
Are there part-time university jobs in the area you could look into? I replaced my full time job with a part-time one that pays better (more $ per week at half the hours!) than it did by being hired for a program run by the university I went to myself.
Speaking of which, I shocked my new boss today. Tomorrow makes a month at my new job, and we had a check in meeting today. She asked me how I felt the workload was, so I told her it was fine, but if she had more for me to do days like today when I’m not overseeing meetings, that’d be good. After looking a little stunned she excitedly asked if she correctly recalled that I have a writing background, and then asked me to proofread a program manual by the 15th. I hate being bored. I’d much rather do something useful than stare off into space or get in trouble screwing around on the internet, and I finished making powerpoint presentations look pretty yesterday…
I did not know chocolate gravy existed.
Mm, gravy.
It’s official. I’m on the surgeon’s schedule for a C5-6 artificial disk replacement. It is exactly what I was expecting, but there’s a certain finality to it when you see the words printed on a release form.
The fun part is that it’s 12 days after DH has his RNY. I’m hoping he’s completely off pain meds by then and able to drive me to the hospital. :eek: He should be - I saw his doc on YouTube talking about the DaVinci surgical robot and how it’s all sorts of spectacular, both for the patient and the surgeon, and he’s finding patients are recovering from surgery faster and with less pain and complications. Hooray for that!
No robots for my surgery though - it’s fundamentally orthopedic surgery, involving chisels, mallets and screwdrivers. <shudder> I do at least know that I’ll be out of work for six weeks. Longer than expected, but probably a good thing considering how many hours I spend sitting on my butt and staring at a computer screen.
Now that my hair has dried I can officially tell you that it looks like shit. :mad:
My hair is curly and I now have the look of a plus-sized poodle. It’s sort of like a bob but with about four inches of hair underneath that somebody forgot to cut off. And the only fix would be to cut off those four inches, but I’ll be damned if I want my hair to be that short. Guess I’ll be wearing hats for awhile…
I sent an email to the place where I got it cut. Although, as I said, there isn’t much to be done about it now.
In better news, I finally got my presentation assembled. All I have to do is go present tomorrow evening and I’m finished for the semester. Hooray!
substitute chili powder for the sugar and you almost have a molé sauce