Leftover pot roast for dinner tonight. We both had sandwiches. She had cold pot roast with Swiss cheese, mayo, and mustard on sourdough, with a Trader Joe’s kosher dill pickle on the side. I had hot pot roast with Vlasic dill sandwich slices on Sara Lee Delightful Multi-Gran heels, with a TJ’s kosher dill and Tillamook extra-sharp cheddar on the side.
I spoke too soon. The last two hours have been a stomp-running marathon punctuated by crashing thumps. The ceiling keeps shaking. I’m starting to wonder if the parents are even home. I don’t see how you could sit in the middle of that bedlam and not go slap crazy.
So Roomie and I went out to The Pour House to see Tuatha Dea. We stopped at The Bridge for a pint and some fish and chips. Which was delayed for a most 21st Century reason: “We had to reboot the fryer”. And as we were walking up to The Pour House, we ran into one of the band members. Then another. and then another. They had all forgotten something in the van. They also started a tad late. I love these folks, but they have the management skills of a herd of cats. Only about 20 folks there tonight, but it was Thursday night after all. Spot was only mildly peeved for a change.
But now it’s up, caffeinated, and off to heave.
OOOOOOO! Do you want to adopt a Large Adult Son?
Poor guy. Spot has discovered the rubber mice I pulled out to cheer on the Florida Panthers. he’s yeeting them all over the place.
Well, if he’s flying Boeing, he might want to help check the tightness of the bolts.
Ouch. That’s like N.C. in August.
Easy to make mass quantities, and freeze. More time for sloth that way.
Ouch. But that’s cheap compared to mine.
Ah. But it would be cooler if it was one of these, then you and JtC could go on side quests in 1980’s style furry bikinis. 
You’d be surprised.
Morning, mumpers! It’s currently 13c/56f with a predicted high of 16c/61f and mostly cloudy. Weather app says “This is fucking marathon weather. Except running fucking sucks.” It was dry and cool when I came in this morning, with a bit of sun. Now’s it’s very grey and it’s raining. Typical, 'cos there’s folks on campus cleaning the windows!
Happy birthday, Coppertone
Yeah, the boards are boring but necessary as it’s the point where we agree all the degree awards and stuff. The nice bit is the section where the external examiners get to tell us how wonderful we are. They’re all over now, I’ve done all my paperwork and I’m ready to send it in to Registry for them to do their bit.
Sounds very much like someone didn’t do their job properly, and now the inspection company are having to pay for it. If they really want to protect their reputation, they’ll do a full inspection and pay for all the repairs that their original person missed. Fingers crossed!
We did one of the architecture cruises which was interesting, although a lot of it is just some guy telling you when something was built and who designed it. But it was a pleasant diversion, and we got to see some cool buildings. Lincoln Park Zoo was fun, we always look for a zoo wherever we go because we like them but I understand that not everyone feels that way about animals in captivity. We did a lot of just walking around, 'im indoors had a bunch of places he’d seen on various food shows that he wanted to visit so we had to fit those in too. We also went to the natural history museum, and did a long walk along the waterfront.
Looks like it was fun though! I’ve been to several gigs where there’s only a handful of people there. I feel sorry for the band because they often do deserve a bigger audience, but it’s also nice to have that kind of intimate night 
Spot did well to be only mildly peeved - was it because you were out, or because you came back and disturbed some serious sleeping?
Finally made it to Friday, it’s been a long week. There are only three of us in the office today so it’ll be fairly quiet, the two people who were pretty disruptively noisy over the last couple of days are both working from home so peace will reign today.
I have no plans for tonight, aside from going home and vegging on the sofa with a few cups of tea and a snuggly cat. 'im indoors is cooking tonight, there’s something marinating in the fridge so I don’t need to think about cooking or doing dishes. I have a busy weekend ahead so a quiet night sounds ideal.
you and Swampy can both adopt me for dinner a dinner companion split custody every couple of weeks or so
Did I tell y’all the mango story? I don’t think I did. I went over to the clubhouse for our monthly cooking event. We were making sloppy joes. The person whose idea it was to make them gave me her ingredient list which included mangoes. Well. Sounded gross to me, but ok, whatever she wanted. So, come to find out that apparently ‘mango’ is a colloquial term for ‘green pepper’ round these parts. Who knew? Fortunately she had also required manwich so it wasn’t really necessary to add mangoes or anything else to the mix.
Fancy!!
I love Mitch Hedberg! He’s got a great bit about sympathy cards.
Ugh. That’s horrible!
You’ve postponed the marathon running until the weekend, then?
Happy Birthday, coppertone!
Today they’re coming out to fix the washing machine again. Last time they told us that the root of the problem was the unstable floor. About $800 later, we have a good, solid floor and the washer went kaput. Otherwise, not much happening here that I know of yet.
Happy Friday!
So was I! The kid is a sponge when it comes to science. She’s going to love her summer camp - it’s all STEM!
Yep - FCD’s grandmothers both called them mangoes, which also confused me first time I heard it. I’d love to know the origin of that particular appellation!
Speaking of FCD, he was in a real funk last night - as might be expected since he’s pretty much watching his mother die and can’t do anything about it. Her blood oxygen occasionally drops to 70%, which is severe hypoxia. She’s always cold (it’s in the 90s in Indianapolis) and frequently sleeping. His aunt (retired nurse) thinks she’s maybe got a couple more months. I’m wondering if she’ll survive the flight home.
I feel so bad for him, but there’s nothing I can do. And I know he feels guilty because he’s so tired and he wants to be done in the caregiver role. If she’d just go to sleep one night and… well, it’s not nice to say. But a peaceful passing would be best for all, I believe.
It’s my last day with Roxy. Big plans are laundry and baking a cake. Daughter and Tobias will bring pizza when they come to fetch her this afternoon. The cake is just a boring yellow cake, but I’m going to hold a bit back and add some food coloring to it (Roxy’s choice of color) to make a marble cake of sorts, just because. Then I’ll send most of it home with them.
I’ve got lots of chores to fill my weekend - including scrubbing/degreasing the shop vac that FCD used on the boat to clean the oil spill (in the bilge, not in the river.) I’m also going to be naughty and go to Aldi, as I’ve been diligent about taking my new meds as well as my BP, and everything is looking normal. And I should mow, but I may put that off for a bit. It’s not that bad… yet…
Did I mention that I ordered a replacement phone? A Samsung A15. I know it’s not their fanciest, but I read a bunch of reviews, and for what I need, it looks perfect. Surely better than the cheapie I’m using now, and I do like Samsung products. Both of my tablets were Samsung, as are FCD’s phone and tablet. I should get it early next week. Huzzah!
But mostly huzzah that it’s Roxy’s last day. There’s a reason for menopause - to make sure you’re not mothering a child in your grandmotherly years! It’s exhausting!!! She’ll be awake soon and it will begin again.
Happy Firday!!
in theory anyways unless your like my grandparents and had 10 of your 13 grandkids living with you at various points of their childhood
Good Mornin’ Y’all! Up and caffeinatin’. YAWN ‘Tis 72 Amurrkin out and N.O.S. with a predicted high of 93 and N.O.S. for the day. Not much shakin’ outside of sloth, nappage, and day drinkin’. No quality cee-mint pond time today due to a bit too much of it over the past couple of days, so need to give it a rest. We shall go to the good local fish place for N.O.L. due to a gnawin’ and a cravin’ for catfish. Sounds like a plan to me!
JtC poor GG! His life is just fraught with peril right now. Yay for new fridge with the good ice!
shoe good for you on the ovens! Sometimes a tv dinner ain’t a bad thing.
shades glad you didn’t die. Sucks about the renter’s insurance but it is a good thing to have.
Cat_Glove we do indeed eat a fair amount of sketties. Like doggio pointed out, it is easy to make mass quantities of skettie sauce and/or meatballs and they do freeze oh so nicely. Plus, a great sloth meal.
And now this…
< AHEM > CLEARIN’ THROAT < AHEM >
HAAAPPPYYY BIIIRRRTTTHHHDDDAAAYYY TOOOOOO YOUUUUUU!!!
HAAAPPPYYY BIIIRRRTTTHHHDDDAAAYYY TOOOOOO YOUUUUUU!!!
HAAAPPPYYY BIIIRRRTTTHHHDDDAAAYYY DEEEAAARRR CCCOOOPPPEEERRRTTTOOONNNEEE!!!
HAAAPPPYYY BIIIRRRTTTHHHDDDAAAYYY TOOOOOO YOUUUUUU!!!
Now I need more caffeine and to feed rumbly tummy. Then, onward into the day! Rah.
Happy Firday Y’all!
Thank you!
Up to do the most important thing on ones birthday-pee.
Then off for more online training.
Yeah, I know that happens and if the worst happened and I had to do it, I would. But in that case, it would be my rules and my routine, not me adapting a few days to their routine. Rules at Daughter’s house are different from mine…
Showered and dressed, and Roxy is up, dressed, and fed. FCD just called - the spine surgeon he consulted said his pain is just soft tissue damage - all his hardware is good, so that’s good news. It’ll just take time.
There’s a cake in the oven - a yellow cake with green swirlies, because that’s what Roxy chose. When it’s cool, it’ll be covered in chocolate - YUM! I also loaded the dishwasher and started a load of laundry. So a productive morning so far, and it’s barely after 9!! Go me!!
jtc, your story of gg and the rubberband reminded me of nod the naughty and the bubbles.
i had gotten catnip scented bubbles at the pet store, thought it might be fun.
winken the wonderful just sat there and watched them float around, she would sniff at them when they came close.
nod the naughty was very interactive, chasing them swatting at them, until… one popped on her nose. that was the end of that! she went flying, shaking her head and wiping her nose.
and time i would bring out the bubbles she would go under something and just watch from under cover. if one drifted toward her she would flee. she never forgot the betrayal.
winken would just sit there and enjoy the bubble show. she would sing and talk to them as they floated around her.
Yeah, I grew up in northern Indiana and that was common there too.
If you’re not supposed to drive, I would think that mowing with no adult supervision would be a hard no as well.
In theory. My granny had the last of her 14 at 44 years old, then, when the last four were still fairly young, took on raising her oldest daughter’s six (mostly spaced between her last four) after my aunt’s death until their dad remarried a few years later.
Happy birthday coppertone.
Up, caffeinating, breakfasted, a load of towels in the dryer and clothes in the wash. Fixing to do KP and houseirk in a minnit. I do need to pick up that last prescription when I’m out today and swing through to get my car tags renewed (they have a drive through window and it’s just down the street, so ultra convenient).
Stay safe and healthy y’all!
Happy birthday, coppertone! Hope today is amazing.
JtC and shoe were right - brownies were good, and it’s a dry mix, after all, so still decent. No guts, no glory indeed.
The girl & I are traveling tonight for a swim meet. This will probably be her last. She’s to the point where she hates going to practice and the meets are a chore. Taking her is pointless if she doesn’t enjoy it, so we’re finishing our final commitment and bowing out. And I don’t love getting up at 5:30 on weekends to sit in damp, hot bleachers with screaming parents who take children’s sports way too seriously. I would love to shove some of them in the pool.
Anyway, I have a block of meetings today for the next four hours straight, then hoping I can wrap up & get outta here. There are always errands that need to get done. I did manage to re-title mom’s car last week, but had to pay ungodly amounts of sales tax on it, which was money I didn’t have laying around, so that was fun. But now it’s technically mine until I sell it. Since overlyboy damaged my car, we’ll probably keep it until we can get mine fixed.
Dang, I’m boring. I guess it’s better than being exciting for all the wrong reasons.
Mornin’ everyone.
It’s 52F and mostly sunny outside. However, the sunny skies will give way to occasional showers during the afternoon. The high will be 64F, with a 40% chance of rain.
Between my commute to and from the office and my drive from the office to Port Angeles and back, I spent almost eight hours on the road. I got down to the Olympia at my usual stupid-thirty time, waited for Haggen to open, bought my yogurt, and headed to the office. I opened up my laptop at 5:09 a.m.
I took care of some emails and signed some funding documents, loaded up a monitor and an HDMI cable to take to Yakima on Monday, and then went to get the binder with the key fob and required paperwork for the GOV I had checked out. Only the binder wasn’t there. I searched every damn cubicle. I was pretty pissed because it’s supposed to be returned to a secure cabinet. At any rate, I emailed the dingbat who had it last, reminding her of responsibility. I had to haul some stuff from Port Angeles, including a very large dolly, so I was counting on the Subaru. Instead, I had to take my Jeep, and you can damn sure bet I charged for that. I run premium in that rig and nearly five dollars a gallon, it’s not cheap.
At any rate, the drive-up was pretty nice once I got past a couple of dumbasses who were doing 10 to 15 miles below the speed limit. That section of Hwy 101 is narrow and windy in many places, with few chances to safely pass. There were multiple slow vehicle pullouts, but these dummies would not pull over. Anyway, I got to the Port Angeles office, loaded any remaining junk, and hauled it to the outside dumpster. My boss started wheeling out the file cabinets for the metal recycler. We were done in under an hour, so we went to breakfast together. I was back on the road by 11:30ish, but this time, the traffic was pretty heavy, and I got stuck behind an idiot who drove fifteen miles under the speed limit for the last 65 miles of my drive. I felt a little like Yosemite Sam when he was angry.
Thank goodness the scenery is lovely. Hood Canal had a mirror-like surface because the water was so smooth, and looking southeast, Mount Rainier stood out in all its glory,
I got to the office, unloaded my Jeep, checked my email, talked to one of the techs there, and found out that the dingbat had left the binder under his keyboard and hid the fact that anything was there because she piled stuff around it so it couldn’t be seen. She’s a dingbat because there is ALWAYS something with her: GOVs and travel. Thank God she no longer falls under us, so I don’t have to deal with her host of admin stuff, but, unfortunately, she can still use our GOVs. I informed her via email that she is to find someone who knows where the key for the cabinet is and return the binder there every time. She’s very book-smart and speaks multiple languages, but she doesn’t have a lick of common sense.
Anyway, I signed more documents on my computer, loaded up the monitor, and spent an hour trying to get home. I hopped on the computer again, answered some emails, and then called it good.
This morning, I signed more funding and travel documents, uploaded my approved mileage claims, certified my timecard, answered emails, and came downstairs to start my day.
Happy Birthday, coppertone.
JtC, poor, sweet GG. Hopefully, he’s over his shock and betrayal today.
FCM, I’m glad it’s just time and not more required surgeries for FCD.
Metal Mouse, I hope today’s refereeing goes well.
I have much to do this weekend. My son is coming up, and it’s Father’s Day, of course. My husband has asked me to make fried chicken, mashed potatoes, and gravy for dinner. I haven’t made fried chicken in eons because it’s messy, but I will make it for him. I think, though, that I’m going to make Maryland-style fried chicken.
Today, I need to take care of some household chores. Tomorrow I need to go to the grocery store, plus we have to take the pups to the vet for their ear infection follow-up appointments. I’ll probably dink around with other chores between those times.
On Monday, I will leave the house at 4:00 a.m. and drive to Yakima. By the time I get to the Chinook Pass, the sun will rise, so it should be a nice drive without semis slowing me down. I’ll drop off the monitor and cable and head right back home. By the time I return, I will have little to no workday left.
I have less than two full months before vacation starts. I’m so looking forward to that.
It’s the way my dad made it, so it’s super easy. Put your (flat) roast into a large roasting pan. Sprinkle a packet of Lipton’s Onion Soup Mix on it. Spoon a can of Campbell’s Cream Of Mushroom Soup over the onion soup mix. Arrange peeled and quartered Russet potatoes, peeled and sliced carrots, sliced green bell peppers, peeled and quartered yellow or white onions, and mushrooms around the roast. Put it in the oven until it’s done. I leave out the bell peppers and onions. I use whole fresh mushrooms instead of the canned ones dad used. I use red potatoes or yellow potatoes instead of Russets. I think dad cooked his pot roast at 325º to 375º for a couple of hours. I cooked mine at 250º for a few hours. Either way, cook it until it’s fork-tender.
I actually read that here at SDMB several years ago, but I’d forgotten. How people (in the Midwest, IIRC) can call green bell peppers ‘mangos’ is beyond me.
Here’s the LSLGuy’s GDrive - Pix of Panamá. They’re not great pix; I mostly wasn’t in the mood for photos and we spent a lot of time just vegging and yakking, not doing very photogenic things.
As to your ceiling stomping, there is such a thing as them violating their lease terms just by being too noisy. Eviction can follow if your management company gives a shit about keeping you versus keeping them. A point I might well make early, forcefully, and often.
Shortly after the 2008 election the Onion ran an article whose headline was close to “Black man just given worst job in America”.
Yaay!
In all my years I only had one death on my airplane. This was back in the day of grossly inadequate ground air conditioning on airplanes rather than the merely mildly inadequate stuff of today.
It was a hot and humid day and the poor elderly lady was wheeled aboard early, settled into her seat, promptly fell asleep, then a few minutes later died during boarding.
Her seatmate (not related to her) was displeased when the newly lifeless cadaver slumped over onto her. The decedent’s daughter, her husband, and their three kindergarten to tween kids were also a trifle distressed by this unhappy development.
I hope you and especially FCD are spared that ignominy.
Agree completely. Here’s hoping. In the loving sense, not the vindictive one.
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It seem like a light workload in Smalls, but the lady running #1 was still complaining that she was overwhelmed since the SSLAW was slow and she was by herself. Except it was the same on the other side. Then I got sent over to the 200 Slide, since the Senior Clerk was off. But I like the long days, if not trying to stuff a bunch of expensive electronic bits back in the used poll cover box they were shipped in. But tonight’s salmon has been bought, laundry is in the dryer, and Spot has had his dry, flavorless bits. Naptime1
The small Egyptian God considers it blasphemy to leave him unattended.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY COPPERTONE!!!
That’s Peak White People Food lingo.
Yes, this.
Happy birthday to you!
And many many more.
As to me:
It’s not quite 2pm just now. A warm and gray but dry day so far. I was up too early after too little sleep, then off to the phlebotomist then better-than-Denny’s for breakfast. Followed by a couple of groc items, and back home. Dealing with the last of the aftermath of the trip, emptying dishwasher, returning phone calls, etc.
My weekend with BB was already getting messed up in that she had not noticed this was Father’s day weekend, so her Sunday had been pre-empted by Mom for celebrations with the male contingent of the extended family. And she’s stressed about some homeowner maintenance problems that the recent rain has exacerbated.
Some other familial disaster occurred this morning that I don’t have details about yet and probably wouldn’t share anyhow. Bottom line is she’s not coming up here at all and she’s very unhappy about that and about all the precipitating crises. Ouch. Which leaves me thoroughly disappointed but also thoroughly concerned for her welfare. So un-fun at this end too. We shall see.
'Zactly. It means “the most exotic ingredient imaginable”.
My own crash engagement with true midwestern cuisine was in the 1990s, when it had already advanced several decades in the last 10-15 years. But was still in the Dark Ages compared to most of the rest of the country. When Miracle Whip is denounced as excessively flavorful you know you’re in a bland part of the world. But with a cupful of (white) sugar added, all can be forgiven. Or so they said.