Didn’t she say FCDad was away? I guess “glazing the pots” is what she does when she’s alone…
All this talk of duct tape and WD40 has got “Lefty-loosey, righty-tighty” running merrily around my head.
I’m guessing **swampy ** and DH could share war stories. It’s time for the annual HUD re-certification, which ensures that the people living in the apartment building are at the appropriate level of not quite abject poverty that entitles them to a $225 rent on a studio apartment. Naturally, this involves more forms than mere mortals can comprehend.
Adding to his confusion is the renovations that are being done to the building. Each floor is getting the full treatment - gut it all to the studs and re-build the apartments to current codes. The fun comes with moving everyone twice - first out of their apartment into temporary apartments, then about two weeks later, move them back. I saw a price quote from a professional moving company, and for this, they wanted $150,000. Why should it cost more than $1000 to move someone in and out of a tiny (and I mean tiny) studio apartment with a living space scarcely larger than my cube at work? So, the building maintenance staff is doing all the moving. At least their workload will improve - as floors are rehabbed and all the fixtures and appliances are new, the won’t be getting calls for dripping faucets or balky stoves.
I need to wait impatiently for my overtime settlement to come in. Now that they’ve realized our department should not have been classified as “exempt” they’re paying us retroactively. I worked it out with their formula, and it’s time for me to do some *serious * spending. I need a new bigscreen plasma TV…
i-pods, re-certs, glazing pots, biblical quotes… 
I got nothin.
There was a nice cake at 2pm and I crashed from the sugar at 3pm. the VP and Executive VP came over and shook my hand. We traded “gee, back in the old days” stories. The thing is, I’ve been here longer than my manager, director, VP, and EVP combined. But I sit happily on the bottom, still on hourly (which mean the rare opportunities for o/t are paid and time.5), avoiding the headaches of middle management, watching the higher middle management and lower suits go with each round of layoffs and think “thank Og for free cable”
I’m DONE! I might have said this before, but I have sent my 5 page web project to the prof. I am resting on that laurel for the rest of…the night.
Ta!
Can someone please tell me where my get up and go got up and went?
Hi, guys. Y’all’ve been a bunch of busy little posters, huh? (Dontcha love double contractions?)
{{{Taters and family}}} {{{MamaTiger and sis}}}
I’ve been busy today. I vacuumed two rooms and the hall. I washed the dogs’ pillows. I designed a planter box that I want my hubby to build two of - to go on top of my humongous entertainment center. I also boiled a chicken for a casserole, and will store all the broth as soon as it’s cool enough. Chicken and rice and broccoli casserole. With salad and bread.
I also broke my frickin’ toe. I went outside to get the ladder to climb up and see the top of the entertainment center. When coming back in, I stubbed it on the wooden beam thingies that edge the rock garden. OUCH! It pulled out sideways, and now is a most delicious shade of mauve. I said lots of bad words.
rebo, owie! I hate it when that happens. A few of my toes point in different directions now because I’ve broken them in assorted mishaps, 2 involving horses. I don’t know enough bad words when that happens, so I scream instead. Works for me.
I’ve decided that this will be my take-along knitting project. I’ve joined a Kureyon club, where they send you a new color about a month, so I don’t know what colors it will end up being. That’s what makes it fun! I think I have 4 or 5 different colors/skeins of Kureyon right now, so only 16 to go! That means I should finish sometime in 2008. I think I’ll [del]be lazy[/del] introduce a new design element and crochet, rather than sew, the blocks together, though.
Damn dog just ate half the casserole!!! Oh well - we’re gonna eat it anyway. After I bake the hell out of it. We have discovered that Lucy is short for Lucifer…
Remind me not to eat at your house…
Hugs to Mama Tigs as well; hope you’re able to give your sister the type of emotional support she needs.
Sweet potatoes - yum. If you want more interested mashed ones, you can add butter, sugar, a little bit of cinnamon and ginger, orange juice and orange zest. I top them with pecans and drizzle melted butter mixed with sugar on them and then put them under the broiler till the sugar is about to caramelize. They’re my mandatory contribution to holiday dinners.
I actually had a dream that I kind of remembered last night. It was very odd. A combination of people that would never be together in real life (one person from my book club, one that I know from work (but who lives in Dallas), a guy who was kind of foggy - either someone I worked with more than 20 years ago or a character actor. I was at someone’s house. It was kind of a party, but the reason for the party wasn’t clear. It was really late and I wanted to go home because I had to work the next day, but no one would give me a ride home. So I resigned myself to spending the night, getting up very early and walking home (or maybe to work, I’m not really sure). The people were very vivid for a moment, but the situation was very disjointed and poorly defined. Still can’t figure out what prompted that combination of people, though.
I’ve eaten dinner, part one, Gnocchi Sorrentino with added asparagus. Now I’m going to go zap some frozen peaches with sugar and cinnamon and maybe add some yogurt or something.
And then I think I’ll crawl into bed and maybe watch a movie or something.
How’d the pupusas turn out, LiLi? They sounded good.
GT
I slapped glaze on 9 1/2 miscellaneous pots/bowls. The half is the outside of one pot that has some details and I’m just too tired to take it on. So I’ll do it tomorrow.
Then on Friday when **FCD ** comes home, I’m gonna beat the crap out of him. He called me just a little bit ago, and in the midst of chit chat, he said “By the way, our daughter is pregnant.” :eek: <— Her reaction. No, she’s not pregnant. He just thinks he’s funny. Ha ha, funny guy. So I’m gonna beat the crap outta him.
Sheesh.
And now, off to bed. I’m tired. I need my beauty sleep. Yep, I really whoop it up when my sweetie is out of town…
I’m a lousy MMP’er this week. Between my noggin, and trying to keep up with work, AND the fact that I’m working a shortened week and won’t hardly be here at all tomorrow through Sunday…
I’ll be checking in downtown for a “conference” over the weekend. By conference, I mean extended binge - it’s an excuse for vendors and such to ply us school-folk with food and drink for a couple days. And I can use that right now.
Here are a few pics of today’s celebration
I was Queen for a Day
Of course, we did the royal wave
The person with the camera wouldn’t stop taking my picture
I haven’t read anything. I just wanted to announce that our idiot down-the-hall-neighbour is throwing things, screaming, playing music, and running the vacuum cleaner. She was screaming, “This’ll piss everyone off!”.
I hope she gets evicted really soon. Mr. Lissar is talking to our landlady right now.
Moron.
Mr. Lissar’s calling the cops.
Well, my rig is back home in it’s spot in the driveway. Apparently, the sensor turned up a code that meant “gross evap leak”, but they couldn’t find any such leak. So, everything has been reset, the slow leaking tire has been fixed, and the tire sensor has been reset. Total cost: $0.00.
When I went in to pick up the rig, the cashier told me they hadn’t washed it yet. She asked me if I wanted to wait while they did. I laughed and said, “You’re kidding right? Two miles from here it will be dirty again.” She laughed and told me I was probably right. It’s very, very, very rainy and windy here today.
We drove down to MIL’s this afternoon to spend a bit of time with her and brought her some lunch. We chit-chatted and then we left to pick up my rig.
I happen to love sweet taters, but the rest of my immediate family isn’t exactly keen on them. **gt, ** your way of preparing them sounds absolutely delish! I’m going to try and make them. Do you have an actual recipe for that? If so, would you please share it with me?
FCM, I gave a huge gasp when I read the FIRST part of your hubby’s lil’ joke. Then I read the rest. Smack him for me too.
Now for a really bad joke my daughter shared with us at the dinner table:
How much does a pirate pay for his earrings?
A bucc-an-eer.
Groaning will now commence.
In about 15 minutes the hubby and I will sit down and watch Jericho. It’s getting pretty schmaltzy in darn near every episode. I don’t know how much longer we’ll watch it.
Just a quick drive by, Jerico is coming on…
Hugs and prayers to both Taters and MamaTigs and families.
It has been snowing for the last week, we only have about four inches, but it is bitterly cold and windy.
We had a fabulous dinner, prepared by skiffman, halibut with Panko and herb crust sauteed in EVOO, rice and sweet corn. It was very yummy.
I can see the light at the end of the remodel tunnel!
More soon, and everyone take care of yourselves!
more hugs to {{Taters & family}} and to {{Mama Tiger & family}}
meanwhile, back at the ranch, I was playing around in Photoshop this evening - what do you think of this? The center pic is the original
You left out duct tape! That was half the test!
AAAAAAAAH! Ah… aaah… AAAAH!
Reading that hurt. Oy. Booboo.
Spats, the tape and WD40 were mentioned later by BookKitten. Was there a question about doors you have to pull? Mom always fails that one. Both my house’s main door and her living room need to be pulled; I don’t mean as in “pull the handle to open” but “pull while you turn the key/handle”. Apparently she can not pull and turn at the same time unless she is vewwy vewwy vewwy concentrated. She’s a 'toon, Mom, my brothers discovered this when I threatened with never speaking to the family again unless they all went to see Who Framed Roger Rabbit.
BooFey, wonder how would a sweet potato omelette work? I think it would be best with onion. Onion on the NOT omelette is sort of a preservative, you use very little so it doesn’t taste like onion at all but it stays fresh longer.
Slice the NOTs, fry them in a lot of oil (they have to be fried all the way but not brown), take them out of the pan onto the already-battered eggs (Mom uses “eggs = people +1”, I use +2 because I like my omelettes very juicy), take most of the oil out of the pan, add salt to the NOT+egg, NOT+egg go to the pan, when that side of the omelette is done cover the pan with a large dish (larger than the pan) and flip it over, slide the omelette back into the pan. To take it out, flip it onto a dish again. Did that make sense?