Good choice
My favourite cocktail, and the recipe I use.
Vieux Carrés are hard to come by up here, so I make them at home.
Just ‘grille’ some tilapia. Chop some cabbage and some ciliantro. Make fish taco sauce. Wedge a lime, and slice (optional) avocados; and Bob’s your auntie’s live-in lover.
Did Foster Dad give you any idea how long it would take? Don’t they know that a whole lot of people are on tenterhooks over this!
Hurray for roomie getting approved for a cat, how’s the recovery going?
It’s good that you are also getting quality dawg time nellie. Stroking warm fur always makes life a little better.
Go Nelson! Ain’t nothing better than a clean bill of health. Ouch on the bill for the teeth cleaning. Dental health is as important for pets as it is for humans and a lot of people can’t afford to pay 900 bucks for their own teeth, so their pets have been priced right out of getting care.
Hubs bottled beer this morning and complained that GG spent more time sitting in front of his screen door supervising the flying foods than he did helping with the bottling process.
After the bottling had been cleaned up, I thought I should make the coleslaw for tomorrow. My friend has invited 60 people so I used potluck math and figured that I needed to make 20 servings. I asked google how many servings you got from a head of cabbage and the answer was 10, so I proceeded to whack up 2 heads (one green, one red). Google lied to me, that resulted in enough for at least 60 to eat and also take home for later.
I’ve got the dressing mixed and in 2 containers and the cabbage is in my two biggest bowls. I’m going to dress one bowl before we go and bring the other bowl and dressing with me in case we really do need it. If we don’t need it I’ll give the undressed cabbage and carrots to a friend with chickens cause I doubt she wants to feed them mayo.
Hubs and I have been married for a verrrrry long time. Today he noticed that I make mayo from scratch when I’m doing something like coleslaw or potato salad. Mostly potato salad because we are not big coleslaw eaters. He thinks I shouldn’t do that because it takes raw egg.
I think that the risk of salmonella from commercially produced raw eggs is about the same as the danger of getting trichinosis from commercially produced raw pork, so I pointed out that he’s been eating it for over 35 years without getting sick and told him that if I threw it out he would have to go to the junction and buy some for me to use.
When faced with the choice between eating what I was making or going outside, getting in his car and driving alllll the way along the verrrrry long mile and a half paved road to the junction or just keeping his mouth shut, he opined that just one egg probably wasn’t going to kill anyone and went back to play his game.
Up, caffeinated, and sheveled. Off to heave. It’s my Firday!
Once TPTB get off their butt, they send me a link, I put down a deposit, and Foster Day takes her to the shelter, so they can make sure she’s fixed. Then I take her home after a few days. I bought her a nice tropical theme collar, because like Jimmy Buffett, she needs a License To Chill
Excellent, hence the spate of adoptions
Slacker.
Good Mornin’ Y’all! Up and caffeinatin’. *YAWN * ‘Tis 55 Amurrkin out and clear with a predicted high of 83 and N.O.S. for the day. I shall be productive and assist with mowage over to the church house this Mornin’. Sloth and general overall uselessness will rule the rest of the day. Any need to feed will be via forage as we have plenty of sammich makin’s, chips and so forth.
Now I need more caffeine and to feed rumbly tummy. Then onward into the day! Rah.
Happy Sattidy Y’all!
Isn’t that just another way of saying stuff happens?
Sums it up nicely. I have a file folder for each year’s tax stuff, so anything that will be needed is theoretically in the file. Yeah. I try…
THIS!!! Worse is the recorded music that they apparently hope will hide all sounds of clinking silverware. OK, it’s just a “casual” restaurant, but conversation can be casual. Turn down the stoopit PA!
Not a problem - I haven’t procured a trap yet. I’ll probably avoid the kids myself - snuffling and sneezing, yanno. Dammit. On the other hand, I don’t have to hang around with a bunch of kidlets. 
Potluck math? You so funnee!!! Regardless of how much you make, it’ll either disappear after the first wave hits the buffet, or you’ll end up taking most of it home after a few people take pity tastes. That’s the Law of Potluck. 
Aforementioned drippy nose has been plaguing me since last night. I think I went thru half a box of tissues. Oddly, I slept uninterrupted, but as soon as I woke and toddled to the potty, the snot factory kicked into high gear. I slurped down a dose of generic Daquil - we’ll see if it helps. But I will avoid the party.
Three different weather sites gave 3 different forecasts for today - one even had sun and no rain till late. Since the party has been relocated, it won’t rain - we all know how that works. But if they’d gone to the playground, well, you know… At least all agree on temps in the 70s, so I don’t have to mess with a fire downstairs.
Once FCD drags his butt out of bed, I’ll start laundry. At most, I should have 3 loads so it won’t take too long. I’ll push the roll-suck around the basement, but I’ll let Daughter tidy it for the onslaught. I’ll stay upstairs and crochet for next week’s vendor event at her school.
For the moment, tho, caffeination continues. Happy Saturday!
Your organizational skills are impressive, and I salute you! I try, too. In my case, though, I try and I fail. The trouble is, I am haunted by a Satanic Force of Disorganization whereby no matter how carefully I organize these things, the crucial document(s) that is/are supposed to be in the designated place when I look for them at the crucial time, aren’t. There is no way I could NOT have put them there since that’s why I created these folders in the first place, like to store tax documents. So it’s obvious that at some point on some fateful night, the Satanic Force of Disorganization has insinuated itself into my house, taken the crucial documents, and vanished, cackling, into the dark night.
Over the past several days, in my efforts to get my taxes done because the gubbermint owes me a pretty substantial amount of money, I have (a) been on the phone with said gubbermint to get them to send me copies of some missing information slips that had been removed by Satan as described above, (b) been on the phone with said gubbermint again to get them to send me some other missing information slips related to interest income, only to be informed that they didn’t have some of them, and (c) been on the phone with my bank to try to figure out how it is that some interest-bearing securities aren’t being reported either to me or to the gubbermint. The bank acknowledges the interest but has no idea why the requisite forms haven’t been produced. They have given me a case number for their investigation. It’s all very exhausting.
On the bright side, I’ve had an intermittently bothersome eyelash in my eye for the past half day and finally managed to get it out with the aid of some eye drops and the corner of a Kleenex. Huzzah for small mercies! 
Mornin’ all. Just sunrise here. warm & comfy balconing shall ensue. Caffinatin’ shall not. Quoting myself from yesterday for context:
Turns out I was wrong about that, which in turn means yet another way to make not-coffee today.
Yesterday when I loaded the grounds in the coffeemaker I noted I didn’t have enough left for the next day; I had a smidgen, no more. But I can’t grind more right then; Her Ladyship is sleeping.
The approved maneuver is to put the jar back in the fridge so the glass doesn’t warm up and sweat into the remaining grounds. And also, right then, get the package of whole beans off the shelf & set it on the counter as a visible physical reminder to grind it later when she’s up. Instead what happened is Squirrel!. And so this morning my pot is set up, the water is in, and the fridge has about 1/2 tsp of ground coffee. Not-coffee strikes again. At least for a couple more hours. Oh the Humanity.
As to yesterdays “perfect” coffee? Hubris, meet Nemesis.
Cheers all. I hope all the critters slept through the night without pooping, barfing, peeing, or bleeding on the various floors. And that y’alls weekends go well.
At least we don’t itemize any more, so no endless bits of paper receipts for donations, medical, etc. The down side is that we have to send checks to the IRS throughout the year for estimated tax.
Good morning everyone.
It’s about 41 degrees and dark outside. The expected high is around 53 with cloudy skies and very probably rain showers this afternoon.
My husband was going to mow the lawn yesterday, but the mower wouldn’t keep running. It needs a new air filter and probably a spark plug. If the mower still doesn’t run, I think I’ll get a battery-powered one. I’m sick of the mess with fresh gas, oil, etc. Hopefully, the current mower just needs a bit of a tune-up. I don’t remember replacing the plug or the air filter last year, and it did sit out in some weather. I also need to get a new blade.
At any rate, I’ll hop in the shower around 8:00 am so I can get down to the hardware store to get the lawnmower items.
Yesterday, my husband went to Pep Boys to get some starter fluid and a couple of other items. Pep Boys doesn’t sell car stuff to the public anymore; they just repair cars now. Batteries seem to be going left and right; my husband needs a new battery too. The problem is that Pep Boys only carries three-year batteries. They can order a four-year battery, but I’m unsure how long it would take to get here. I told him to get it done but realized I haven’t actually replaced the battery in my Jeep…ever. I bought the Jeep brand new in 2014. I must have one hell of a good battery, but I know I’m pushing my luck and since I need to get it into the shop for an oil change and tire rotation, I’ll have them replace the battery too. I’m sure it needs some other milestone type of service too and I’ll get the tires rotated too.
FCM, I’m sorry to read you have some sort of ick. I hope you’re feeling better soonest.
nellie, I’m glad the walk with the doggo was nice. Polar used to love walks, but he can’t go far anymore without being completely exhausted.
I’m going to finish my coffee and clean up the kitchen. I may just jump in the shower after I clean the kitchen so I can get to the hardware store as soon as it opens and beat all the Saturday traffic.
After that, maybe I’ll head down to my favorite nursery to see what they’ve got.
I’d hate that. I love my AC. Though (so far) I’ve found that there haven’t been enough times when I’ve had to do so in this new apartment. Then again, we moved in at the end of September, so we haven’t had a true Tennessee Summer in here yet. The strange thing is the bedroom is always chillier than the rest of the apartment. Fall. Winter. Spring. Occasional hot days that we’ve had in that time. I just don’t get it but I expect that I’ll be grateful if it continues to be the case.
Definitely don’t feel like a whiny wimp! When I had to get one tooth pulled, which was also badly infected, I reacted the same way. And for all that I have dental insurance, I still have to bring out the VISA card (or, more accurately, the Health Savings card). The coverage for dental care is laughable. They’re great on covering preventative care - cleanings, things like that - but anything more, they only cover everything up to a limit and the rest is up to you. My family of four has a $1500 limit. So we regularly treat the kids’ issues first, then Hubby’s then mine, because I’m already losing all mine. It’s a good thing I like soft foods and smoothies. 
Yes! That would be the best for the human race. I wonder if we can force it biologically…?
It’s just the bed frame, but it needs to be one that can double as a box spring since we don’t have one of those. The hotels I’ve been in usually have the box spring with it to make the bed seem bigger. If I can find one around here (being Nashville, I’m sure there is one), I’ll look at it because anything that saves me money is a good thing.
Thanks. Sometimes it feels like I’m wrestling it into working well, but the important thing is that I’m making it work.
red, yay for Nelson passing his physical, boo on the more than doubling of the teeth cleaning price. I know inflation and all that, but that just seems insane.
Cookie, I use TaxAct every year. Luckily, ours is dead simple and we’re able to import a lot of the old information. I have to say one of the advantages of living in Tennessee is that we have no state income tax so I don’t need to file that yearly.
Boo, if they hadn’t had me for a mom for the last 17 years, I’d probably get a weird look. But in these 17 years, I’ve trained them that I have magic internet friends everywhere. 
JtC, your husband sounds like a very smart man. Good on 'im for recognizing that one egg won’t kill anyone!
wolfie, boo on the tax frustrations, yay on the eyelash!
pilot, that’s the way it often goes for me too. Yay, I got this to work out! No, you really didn’t. Not usually with covfefe, but a lot of other things. The important thing is to laugh about it later.
I’m up, dressed, fed and coffeed, just trying to finish up the last of this reply before brushing my teeth and heading out the door to start my day of busy. The important thing is, I’m staying in a good mood for all of it. A good night’s sleep is useful for that. I need to remember to give the kids their marching orders before I leave, since I’ll be gone for much of the day and Hubby is leaving around 11:30 or so to go to a Magic: The Gathering pre-release. I’m hoping they’ll actually get some things done, but I’m not holding out hope. BtY needs his feet held to the fire to do anything that he should be doing, and CtE gets grumpy because BtY doesn’t help so they don’t want to do anything since it turns into them doing everything. Ah well, if I have to do it all/sit on them to help tomorrow, that’s what it will be.
Now I’m off! Have a great day, all!
I bet the same thing happens to random socks…
You can’t have it withheld from your pension/whatever? I have taxes withheld from my pension for the feds and the state so I don’t have to mess with estimated taxes.
I just finished wrapping Roxy’s kite/string and yo-yo. It took me back to the day when my daughter saw some wrapped gifts on the top shelf in a closet. She asked me “Are those for someone little and 4?” Subtle, no? SIL just came and took the truck - he’ll be back shortly with a table and some chairs from Daughter’s school.
All this talk of coffee makes me so much gladder that I don’t drink the stuff. I have a small coffee maker and a bag in the freezer for the rare occasions that someone is here who wants a cup. But I get my caffeine the way nature intended - in Diet Coke!
Critter fountain is clean. First load in the washer. Hose coiled up out of the way so partyers don’t risk tripping. Ice maker is making ice, tho I don’t know if they’ll need any, since the basement fridge is loaded with Capri Sun and water bottles. When I go down to swap out the laundry, I’ll run the vacuum over the main area of the carpet.
Nose is still dripping - the Daquil (generic), it does nothing!! Dammit.
Interesting idea I had not thought of; thank you!
Won’t help much in my case. Her & my combined baby pensions will be much less than our income taxes. I just checked and it is possible to withhold taxes from your SS payments, but if all goes to plan I’ll be retired five years before I start taking SS. That info might be useful to future me or to somebody older, such as @Chefguy now.
ISTM that once you need to send in any money via estimated payments, it’s about as much trouble to just send all of it that way. So setting up withholding that doesn’t cover the whole enchilada is more complexity for little benefit. YMMV of course.
And over here, Her Ladyship finally emerged, beans were ground, coffee made and other than slightly, ever so slighting boiling the cream out of the hot cup necessitating wiping the microwave turntable & cup bottom, today’s two-stage coffee makage was nominal. Yaay me! Sorta. If we had an icon for the dog-is-embarrassed face I’d post that right here.
Who you callin’ “older”? Oh. . .right. Guess we could check into the SS withholding. They’re gonna get their money no matter what, unlike for certain people in this country.
Bit bullet re: fridge vents icing over again. Repair guy should be here shortly. Looking forward to the d@mn thing not making intermittent loud noises.
So THAT’S what happened to my damn naturalization certificate!
I already had a coffee. I should have more.
I have sleep issues so I try to stay awake with coffee.
I’ll try to get stuff done today.
You may recall Mrs. L.A. injured her back five years ago. She went to a chiropractor (which I like to pronounce ‘chirropiter’, for reasons). He had her cross her arms over her chest, and bend a knee. He pushed the knee one way, and her shoulder the other way and ‘popped’ her spine. Then he did the same on the other side. Mrs. L.A.'s back feels much better; though it would feel even better if I didn’t ask her about it. The chiropractor was surprised she’d waited so long.
Yesterday she went to the dentist, and was in the chair for two hours. Her tooth didn’t hurt when the whatsitscane wore off, but she was warned to be careful with her new temporary crown. She wanted something soft, so we went out for fish tacos.
She had yoghurt for breakfast. I made myself a 3-egg, sausage, and cheddar omelette (with Tabasco, of course), and a glass of V8.
Hmmm. Did I hear you say “Chiro-copter”? I thought I did, but my hearing ain’t what it used to be. 
Chirr-op-itter.
A woman I worked with at EAFB had a maid who came in periodically. (Or her mother did, or something.) The non-English speaking maid would pronounce it that way. She’d happily say, ‘Oh! You’re going to the chirropiter?’
Cool. I got you the first time. I was just making a joke that “Chiro-copter” would be an appropriate affected mispronunciation for someone like yourself.
My late aged MIL had some odd ideas about pronunciation of many words. Mostly trying to ape what she believed was the hypercorrect high-register speech of late 1800s upper crust New England. In her take that word was KEER-oh-Prac-ter.