Last night we had pizza, and I like to doctor it up with pepper flakes that come in a little glass jar. While putting the jar away, it slipped out of my hand. Reflexively, I tried to catch it, but instead I smacked my hand very hard on the edge of the countertop. Don’t think I broke anything, but today my left middle proximal phalange is screaming at me, and I have a bruise on the tip of my index finger. The weird things we do to ourselves.
Amazingly, the jar did not break, so at least I didn’t have to deal with an explosion of pepper flakes and broken glass all over the kitchen.
But, as a result of my sore hand (it’s difficult to grip anything), Murph will continue to lie dormant for at least the next day or two.
The rest of the evening was fun, though. It was trivia night down at the clubhouse. Our team won, thanks in no small part to my contribution. Everyone was duly impressed by the amount of useless crap I know.
Last night’s lumpia and pancit bash went off well. Even the store-bought dessert was good (fruit tart).
The wife had to go do battle with the pharmacy this morning. Her incompetent doctor prescribed the non-generic version of her heart med, and it was rejected by the insurance company, which we didn’t know until we got to the pharmacy. My wife, bless her heart, is very good about calmly discussing even the most aggravating of issues, whereas I tend to go postal right off. The doctor has been fucking around with this for weeks now. One reason the scrip was cancelled was because nobody could get hold of her. Now the wife is down to about four tabs of the med that basically keeps her from having palpitations or other coronary issues while these idiots fumble around with it.
On the plus side, it’s a nice, sunny day and we have leftovers from last night.
This cracked me up. I’ve never known any carnivore (or omnivore, for that matter) that didn’t instantly recognize by scent alone that Bacon = Fud of Gods.
The late, great NikkiChicken (who received a lot of leftover chicken, hence her nickname) absolutely luuurrrrrrved insta-bacon (the precooked stuff you nuke for a second to heat up) the smell would wake her out of a dead sound sleep.
You’d see her little nose twitch a bit, and then “Bacon? There’s BACON? It must be for me!”
Now you knock that nonsense right the hell off, missy.
We’re HERE for you, sweetheart!
Shhh! Don’t tell anyone; they’ll expect this all the ti-- oh, were you being sarcastic at my lazy ass?
Can’t go givin’ them ideas … or making them into pancakes.
This phrasing made me smile.
… it is perhaps possible that Rental Cat will become Permanent Cat (I did say perhaps) but if that should come to pass, I nominate “Rental” as the kitty’s name.
Kitten Mitten = Mitten State = Michigan
(I’ve lived here three (!!) years and it still amuses me to see people hold up their hand to explain state geography. “Okay, we’re here and Detroit is over there…” while pointing across their palm. Absolutely hilarious to this transplanted Texan. We explain geography in terms of how many hours it takes to drive there. Dallas to El Paso just invokes shudders, and in some people, a haunted thousand-yard stare.)
Yay! The end is near!
I either missed it, or forgot … what’s your Master gonna be in?
You should! You were betrayed! It’s okay to be pissed off when someone goes out of their way to hurt you.
Rage. Find distractions. Learn - it takes two to tango; if nothing else, you’ll learn to spot red flags sooner, but don’t take that to mean everyone is out to getcha or cheat on you. No sense carrying your personal baggage into the next go-round.
Or ignore me. My advice is worth precisely what you paid for it.
It takes all kinds to make a world.
I enjoy drifting off to sleep (or emerging from it) with a warm, purring lump of fur at hand for gentle stroking.
Is he holding down his own tail?!? D’awwww.
I’d vote for “Japanese Aspirin” myself, but it’s kinda long to type out.
Augmented, my dear. They were adding the bass line.
… or maybe they wanted to hear YOU sing!
Burn, baby, burn.
God, I love the 'Dope. Sorry you smacked your hand, of course, but it is nice to be amongst people who say smart stuff.
(And alliterate.)
Whelp, the Howler Monkey has his bells on and is wandering aro-- nope, back inside.
I’m having leftover pad thai for “breakfast” at one in the afternoon (ye gods, imma just give up on any semblance of “normal” in my life) before puttin’ on pants and wandering off to feed the masses their pizzas again. Or to run the drive-thru register. Or the fryers. Or all at once, somehow.
Ope, Monks is back outside again. (Hun, those birds do not wanna be friends!)
… aaaand back inside, and meowing inexplicably at me.
Yum, thank you. I will check it out. There’s also a place north of Duluth which passes my pie test. I’m pretty picky becase I am the family pie maker and, like you, I have high standards.
Library & Information Science. Most librarian positions require it. I got my current job on the merits of being almost-done-with-it and having good previous library experience.
And now I’m typing with the keyboard set in English, because I have to hunt for the exclamation mark for the German setting, but English I can type with my eyes closed.
The grass is telling me that next time I should take the few minutes and get the spreader for the fertilizer. It was a bit uneven, so we have wavy grass. At least it’s green.
Tonight we will get close to freezing temperature again. It’s almost May. Nice of the weather to remind us that it will do what it wants. So there.
Glad all of you are typing away - gives me something to read and enjoy the stories of kitties and dogs (hoping to see some more Darci soon) and kids, and all the news that’s fit to type.
Dessert? I’m partial to almost anything sweet, but I’ll never, ever pass up Italian gelato. I especially love the hazelnut or pistachio flavored kind.
After that, just about any kind of pie, cake, or homemade cookies are fine. I love and occasionally make homemade pie, filled with lots of sliced Granny Smith apples. Hmm, haven’t done that for awhile - maybe I’ll make apple pie this weekend.
I’m studying and struggling with all the options that go with Medicare. I bought Medicare For Dummies and am reading it, but the damned book is an inch thick and a Dummy like me is still scratching her head. I have an email in with a Medicare specialist insurance broker and we’ll see if he can figure it out for me.
Curious; how far north of Chi-town are you? Wondering if daughter, more importantly Bella, is annoyed with the snow.
Oopsie glad the trip to NJ went so smoothly. I’m sure it was good to catch up with family. Hoping for good outcome for Bailey’s biopsy.
Except for the 2-3/4 yrs I lived in San Antonio and the 2 months I lived in Clearwater, FL, I’ve lived here for my entire life. And yes, I use my to show geography. As a matter of fact, you can also use your hand to show the UP which I did on Sunday when I was explaining to Hubs’ friends where we’re going on vacation this summer.
Been a busy day. Made hard-boiled eggs and toast for breakie for Hubs and self; also peeled an orange for him. Went to work for 45 minutes. Home to cut the front lawn, checked on Hubs then took car in to collision shop. Originally I was going to wait until after I took my car to the collision shop to mow the lawn but it started raining while I was there so good choice on my part. The funny thing was that the porter came into the shop and said that my car wouldn’t start. Turned out it was just his second day and he’d never driven a hybrid so didn’t know that when it’s on electric, it’s silent. Made lunch for Hubs upon return; had an hour or so of chill, leaving now to take him to PT.
Made a really rockin’ peanut sauce last night to augment the pad thai, so I’m having a big dollop of that on a buttered crusty roll to bolster myself for the pizza-fication that is about to commence.
We almost always have at least one cat sleeping on the bed at night – sometimes three or four. Sometimes I’ll be lying on my back and one of the cats decides to lie across my knees, but other than that the only problem is when the kitten decides that feet moving under the blanket are mice that need to be chewed on…
That seemed obvious to me. Google Translate says the Japanese word for aspirin is “asupirin”.
Laugh-In (forget who was talking): “My wife cooks like a radical extremist.”
“How’s that?”
“Burn, baby, burn.”
Lady SCAdian has an MLS, but can’t get a library job because nowadays there’s so much computer stuff involved.
That’s very interesting to me. I don’t want to pry, but I don’t know that there’s any more “computer stuff” required than with any other clerical/desk type job? And it’s not like you have to know how to code or anything, not in my experience at least…
I’ve been buying pies from this place for many years, since it was just a small mom & pop place that locals knew about. Stumbled across it when we were staying in the RV park in Pepin in 2009. It’s expanded now into adjoining space and has a gift shop, serves sandwiches, etc. But the pies are still excellent, if pricy.
Howdy Y’all! I think I have everything figured out about car rental and so forth. Don’t know if it’ll happen this week, but at least the wheels are somewhat in motion. Sloth, nappage, and day drinkin’ were accomplished, so not a bad day overall. We et a late N.O.L./early sup. Now we chill.
Tobias was in a mood today. He’s so advanced - he’s just 17 months and he’s already in his Terrible Twos! (Or did I mention this already??) I was glad to turn him and his sister over to their mom. No playground today - she asked my to take them home. So I ordered pizza to pick up on the way back to my home - supper is done!
FCM has inspired me to order myself pizza (well, calzone) for supper myself. I lack will to cook, and I need to run an errand before my D&D game so I likely wouldn’t have time anyway.
Evenin’ everyone! I finally submitted my college application tonight! Been sleeping on it for a lil while, so I’m glad to finally have it done. Now all I have to do is wait for transcripts.
I helped a friend move stuff from her storage unit in El Paso to Fort Wayne, IN once. We took turns driving straight through (~24 hours) going down, but had to take two days coming back, given we’d rented a truck once we got there. That was one bad case of truck butt.
VanGo, I haven’t had rhubarb pie for a while. My granny used to make rhubarb dumplings that were pretty good.
BooFae, I hope that Shadow gets on well with Rental Cat.
Ouch wheelie! Glad you didn’t get cut, but if you bandage your finger, you can fly anyone who asks about it the bird. (I’ll show myself out).
Irked, came home, walked the dog and et. Since there are no frost warnings out tonight, I’ll leave the plants on the patio.
My advice is worth precisely what you paid for it.
to show geography. As a matter of fact, you can also use your hand to show the UP which I did on Sunday when I was explaining to Hubs’ friends where we’re going on vacation this summer.