I don’t think my parents will go for the two-vacuum-cleaner-for-Christmas thing, swampy. “Mom and Dad, can I have a Dyson and a Roomba? It’s only $900! C’mon!”. I’m trying to figure out which one would be more practical. My old vacuum works, but only the hose, not the floor sweepy part. So I could still get corners with it. If I show Mr. Lissar pics od the Roomba, I think he might fall in love.
No matter what, Bailey will be afraid. It’s his normal state of being. I’m just worried that a moving thing with no people around will give him a heart attack.
A [del]dumbass[/del] decision has been made to order three hundred more of the dang things. They will not be “Numbered Limited Edition” as that’s limited to seven-hundred and fifty each year. :rolleyes: They will be here by December 13th. 175 are already pre-sold. And, get this!… a TV news crew and the Albeeeny Herald will be here this afternoon to do a story on it. Can we say slow news day? :dubious:
Morning. No protesters yet. I’m disappointed. Speculation is rampant - who is the focus of the demonstration? Will they be orderly or will we be stuck in the building all day? Or, disappointingly, will they not show at all?
I had the weirdest dream last night. A co-worker married one of the partners in an elaborate wedding involving lots of white fur and horse drawn carriages. Somewhere along the way, he turned into Mick Jagger! :eek: And then there was a natural disaster of some kind, and we were all trapped in a warehouse…
I didn’t get to bed until 8 pm, so now I’m very tired this morning. That weird dream didn’t help.
It is the height of rudeness to say one is coming to protest and then not show up without so much as a phone call! Or maybe they’re just a big ol’ bunch of blowhards. Also, Jah, it has been my experience that any dream involving someone morphing into Mick Jagger ends up with being holed up in a warehouse due to natural disasters. Don’t ask me why, it’s just the effect he has on dreams.
I’m having a MickeyD’s QuarterPounder with Cheese and some fries for lunch. I had a craving.
BooFae you can’t do any worse than I did this week. Although I did like the title I chose.
The internet 80s station I listen to on Fridays just finished playing every Jimmy Sommerville (Communards/Bronski Beat) song that ever charted. Nothing says fFriday like a big block of pale, skinny, openly-gay '80s Brit.
Envy me, all. I get to watch Jingle All The Way AND Santa Who? tonight, and write up 150-200 word reviews for the “10 Worst Christmas Movies” feature coming up. Who says I don’t know how to rock it on a Friday night!?!?
Well just gosh darn it all to heck! Know what I missed? I missed the teevee and newspaper reporters. Dang my rotten luck to be in a whole other building while they were here. I’m so disappointed. I might need a beer to calm my nerves.
Woot’s a “grab it now as it won’t be there tomorrow” site. Every day, it’s a different deal and there’s no telling when or if they’ll have Roombas again.
At this instant, they’re having a “woot-off” selling a Bag O’ Crap for a buck.
There actually are protesters outside. They are being quiet and peaceable. Apparently, one of the tenants in the building assists the CIA in transporting suspected terrorists to various “secret” locations around the globe. Wow. Who knew?
woot.com is a lot of fun. Ooh, shiny! Lots of shiny!
I’m back from work. Had a fun morning, the driver was on his second day on the job. He took 45 minutes to get the truck backed up for unloading. Then one of my stockers went home with the flu. Everything hurts. Got my sheets toghether, and am doing a load of laundry. Tonight is hockey night on the radio, and I have beerverages chilling in the fridge.
gt, I can hardly wait for your MMP, maybe something about outwitting those dirty coppers?
LiLi, I love my Roomba. I even taught it to play hockey. I got mine at Sharper Image.
Jahdra, next time PETA protests around here, I am showing up with a bucket of Extra Crispy for a counter-protest.
Hey, I forgot to tell y’all about the weird dream I had last night. I was being chased by the disembodied spirit of a woman who wanted to kill me. In order to chase me, her spirit decided to inhabit…an Elmo doll. :o
I’m just half an hour away from VACATION!!! Woot!!!
I’m killing time until it’s time to go down to the Snake Pit for the game. I’m looking forward to it - we didn’t have any home games last weekend and I am due for a hockey fix!
Gee, swampy, didn’t someone say something about ordering more ornaments???
I coulda whined about a certain ass at work, but I don’t wanna think about it. I’m going to do some more glazing. Maybe I’ll have something interesting to post tomorrow. Or not. Who knows - I’m a woman of mystery.
Well…I haven’t been arrested yet. That’s good, right? And, as far as I know, my car is in the driveway where it belongs (didn’t actually look). So, it appears that Columbus’s finest were too busy this morning corraling OSU fans to notice that I parked [sub]in a tow-away zone[/sub] for five minutes. Sorta disappointing.
LiLi, I think the lack of questions and disagreements means that you’re way ahead of the curve. Do they have advanced placement tests for RCIA?
woot.com sounds like a place worth patronizing, if only to encourage continued silliness.
Happy vacation, Puggy! Have a nice weekend, rosie! Hi kai! (Saw you stop by back there and forgot to say hi! You’ll be doing an MMP soon where you tell us about remodeling, right?)
I was going to suggest a sticky on the bathroom mirror, Mama T, but I like monica’s idea better.
Columbus is bathed in scarlet and gray today. Nearly everyone at work (except the few true UM fans) was wearing OSU garb or at least scarlet and gray. I walked into a meeeting this morning and found that everyone (and there were about 10 of us) was dressed in red and gray, with a couple exceptions who were in OSU shirts of other colors.
There was some kind of pre-game do at the Buckeye Hall of Fame Café that I pass in the mornings. Someone on the bus said that people had been standing in line since 2:00 a.m. Their parking lot was full and there was a line out the door when we went by.
I’ve lived in Columbus for more than 20 years and this is by far the biggest Michigan week I’ve seen.
I’m hungry so I’ll stop now. Gotta get some work finished up. I’m ever so close to reaching a major project milestone! Just couldn’t face staying longer at work since downtown was so crowded. There’s partying everywhere possible tonight. I wanted to make it home before the drunken idjits hit the streets.
I’ve finished a few things that were hanging over me. I feel somewhat better. Abut three more things to do that should be wrapped up by Tuesday at the latest. Phew!
My husband called to tell me that our friend had called him on the cell at 4:30 this morning from Vegas. Said friend was drunk off his ass, hadn’t been to bed, and was up $1,500.00. See? I’d quit right there! He won’t though. I’ll bet it’s gone now!
Here’s the recipe. There are only 2 things that can go wrong: overcooking the sweet potatoes and burning the topping. I actually looked up a recipe for sweet potatoes to get a guesstimate on cooking time. As for burning the topping…just watch them closely after they’ve been on the higher oven temperature for a couple minutes. If in doubt, it’s OK for the topping not to be browned at all. My standard procedure for making this is to heat the casserole up in the microwave just before it’s time to serve dinner and then finish it up under the broiler. I’ve made the sweet potatoes the night before and that’s also worked out really well.
[IThe Recipe*
Boil 2 lbs (about 3 large) sweet potatoes (I cut them in fourths, unpeeled;
The basic recipe I looked up says that if you peel them and cut them into
1-inch pieces, it’ll take 15 minutes)
When the sweet potatoes are easy to pierce with a fork (not mushy), rinse
with cold water and let cool until you can handle them.
If you didn’t peel them, slip the peel off the potatoes and then mash or
knead them until they’re smooth. Add 4 tablespoons melted butter, 1/4
teaspoon grated orange peel, dash cloves, 1/8 teaspoon ginger, 1/8 teaspoon
ginger, 1/8 teaspoon cinnamon, 4 tablespoons sugar, and the juice from one
orange. Beat thoroughly with a wooden spoon and then taste.
If there isn’t enough orange flavor, add more orange peel and a bit more
orange juice, if necessary.
Melt 4 tablespoons butter and mix with 1/2 cup sugar (you can use brown
sugar, if you like).
Spoon sweet potato mixture in baking dish (I use a 1 1/2 quart round
casserole dish). Cover with pecan halves (I use between 1/2 and 1 cup of
pecan halves). Spoon sugar mixture evenly over the pecans.
Bake at 350 degrees or microwave until heated through and then place in a
very hot oven (450 or so) or under broiler until the sugar just starts to
caramelize.
gt, that sounds really good. I’ll have to buy sweet potatoes this weekend.
I remembered to buy cat food on the way home. As penance for forgetting, I also brought home a catnip plant. It is still alive, sort of. Skunk likes a bit of nip now and then, but Keisha will devour as much as you let her have, until she can’t stand upright. Am I enabling her by allowing her to do this? While she was distracted, I brushed her out a bit. She’d yowl, then stop and sniff the catnip, yowl some more, sniff the catnip, repeat. I haven’t heard anything lately, she must be passed out somewhere in the living room. Nope, but she’s walking around verrrrryyyyy sloooooooowwwwwwly, and sort of staggering around. I’m a bad kitty mama.
I’m going to try a half pill tonight. If I don’t wake up 'til Monday, y’all have a nice weekend.
I’m trying to figure out which one would be more practical. My old vacuum works, but only the hose, not the floor sweepy part. So I could still get corners with it. If I show Mr. Lissar pics od the Roomba, I think he might fall in love.
