Sometime try a Diana Gabaldon book. She writes the Outlander series. Long books, (so the fun lasts and lasts), historical romance with a soupçon of time travel thrown in.
Well, prednisone mugged the Sandman, so I got less than 4 hours of sleep. This would be OK if it made me feel energetic, but no, I’m really tired. I wish it were helping more. Only 6 more days of this. During my brief visit to the Land of Nod, I had one of those dreams where you’re taking the final for a class you never went to. In this case, it was on algebra–not my best subject–and an essay test, with terms I’d never heard of because they don’t exist, like “klisedessites.” I started my first essay in the voice of Huck Finn. I guess I hoped the prof was a Twain fan.
Today is gym day. Tomorrow I get Ms. Dog for the day. She’s figured out how to open the all you can eat buffet step-on trash bin, so I need to put something heavy on top. Then on Wednesday my Jamaican friend is coming over. She just got back from a trip to Florida and is bringing me Jamaican Tastee cheese, a blend of cheddars in a can, and coco bread, both of which are new to me. Anyone had them? They sound great. So kind of her.
A year ago my electric skillet died, and I decided to pop for another pricy brand one because the last one lived to be 20. This one was a little wonky from the start, and last night it was vibrating and making weird noises like it was about to take off for its home planet. Of course, it’s past the 45-day warranty. Dang it. It’s way better than my stove for certain foods and essential for spaghetti sauce the way Mom made it.
GodBod, yuck on the cold. Did you go to the petrie dish school today? I used to threaten to dunk my students in Germ-X. Hope you’re better soon!
Welcome back, TruePisces! I wasn’t here when you were active, but I hope you’ll stick around. For some reason, my brain wants to call you FactFish, but I’ll try to remember whatever Mumper name you use.
Coffee. Must drink coffee.
shoe “frozen boxed pierogi (not the authentic kind with minced meat, these are the weird Americanized ones with cheddar and potatoes” My babcia made homemade delicious pierogis, never with meat, either with farmer’s cheese and potatoes or plain potato or kapusta and for a Wigilia treat-plum pierogis, although she did not grow up in either the big cities of Warsaw or Krakow. … we always keep at least 3 or 4, sometimes 6 boxes of butter (when it’s on sale). Yes, Pierogis must be heated in butter. Besides onions, I also saute some bell peppers (no green please) to go along with.
it’s all a matter of perception/experience. To us in the mitten state, spring weather is 50’s and 60’s, perhaps into the low 70’s on occasion. When I was interviewing in San Antonio, my parents drove me to the airport through about 20" of snow so I was wearing quite a few layers. When I arrived in San Antonio, it was 63 or 64 degrees. I peeled off layers in the shuttle to the hotel. Once in my room I put on shorts and a t-shirt and went to walk around outside. Imagine my surprise to see almost everyone wearing jackets, coats and even one person in a fur coat. I looked at them in amazement and they looked at me in even more amazement.
Woke up very peaceful and happy; great visit with daughter and Bella and the cherry on top was the Spartan win! Need to wash dishes, go to Fitness Center and take Hubs to Dr. appt this evening.
Have a great week!
Mhmm.
Yeah, I hated eval time, mainly because most of the people who worked for me couldn’t string together a complete sentence and I’d end up rewriting all of them. An actual example: “He do good work and come to job on time.” 
The ones I wrote rarely came back with corrections, so I can brag on that. I guess.
More for me then!
I ran to Food Lion, emptied the dishwasher, and made a pot of chili. We’re at the boat now. I’m making the to-do list and removing stuff that needs to go home. Once it’s warmer, scrubbage will get underway. And sanding. And waxing. And other stuff…
Boat ownership - see masochism.
Before I saw this and thought you were new to our playground, I was gonna suggest RealFish so, uh, great minds think alike?
Say what now … ?
{ adds voice to welcoming chorus }
I love your way with words.
Oh, I just moved to western Mitten State a coupla years ago, after 30 years in TX. I love the weather here!
Not a huge fan of the wind right now, I’ll admit to that.
Oh, I had a nice moment at work last night. A lady smiled so big when I handed her the pizza. She was smiling at the pizza not even at me, you know? She was so excited.
This actually happens a lot. It’s a big part of why I’m proud to work there. But this lady looked up at me and said, “I just got back from L.A. and all I wanted was a Scribs pizza.”
D’awwww.
I told my manager, and she said, “Ha, wow, our food is better than the L.A. food scene!”
For those who enjoy thin crust pizza … yes, yes, it really is.
I like it!
i put away the winter theme clothes this weekend, i did not put away the outer clothes (that doesn’t happen until after memorial day proper). yep 29 degrees this am in philly, frost in the 'burbs. very confused trees.
we have had so much rain lately that things are getting very green and the spring flowers are going through “time lapse” growth. you walk along and wonder: “were those flowers there yest.?”. trees are budding out.
Managing people happens to be the part of my job I dislike the most. I’m blessed with an incredible team, but I just wanna do my work and go home sometimes, dammit. And having to tell someone that they messed up while managing to put a positive spin on it is taxing. At work, people don’t “make mistakes,” they “have opportunities.” They don’t need to “improve,” they need to “focus differently.” I’m not a hard ass by any stretch of the imagination, but I appreciate directness and most of my employees do, too, so having to couch feedback in these flowery terms is frustrating for all of us.
Anyway, the day is…okay. More than okay is that overlyboy successfully passed his driving test! The license is on the way!
I took a couple of days off, so now that the harrowing part of the day is more or less done (day’s not over) and given that I hardly slept last night, I’m going to take a nap. Then I’m taking overlygirl to the pool where she will proceed to kick my butt swimming laps. Overlygirl absolutely loves going to the pool at the gym, and it’s not because she’s a competitive swimmer (even though she got bumped up a bracket last week). It’s because the showers have infinite hot water and she can shower for as long as she wants without it running out. Unlike at home, where we all get crabby after taking icy cold showers if she gets into the bathroom before we can use the hot water.
I had to get gas (snerk!) and impromptu, stopped at the G&L next door for a hot dog.
I get kinda weird dogs: just ketchup, onions, and shredded cheese. They’re known for their chili dogs, but nope, none for me thanks.
Didn’t know they had corn dogs, decided to tack one of those on as well. Nice batter - a little sweet - but good’n’fresh.
Now I have to do things I’ve been putting off … oh looky, half a joint!
Man, it is windy out there!
Happy Moonday!
Happy Vernal Equinox Day!
I have no idea why it feels like Toosday!
I skipped the park this morning. I am such a wuss, it was 24 feels like 20 degrees.
I wasn’t feeling well though, I kept waking up shivering last night.
I have a bunch of shit to do today, and it is mostly shit.
One of which is having to redo and send a form for my son’s inheritance. In between the time we got the form and the time we sent it, the company changed their forms, so we have to send a new one.
I have to figure out how to refill Ripple’s prescription for Prednisone. I emailed the oncologist, but they told me to call my pharmacy.
And of course, something there got screwed up. The oncologist is going to send it to the pharmacy again.
I have to order groceries to pick up tomorrow. Which meant I was forced to finish off the ice cream so there would be room in the freezer for the new quart.
Then there is all the usual Moonday shit that has to be done.
My son is finally getting into doing a heavy vacuum. There is Cerby hair everywhere, he is the sheddingest dog I’ve ever seen.
When we were filling out the paper irk at the vet’s, there were all kinds of options to choose from. Like did we want the ashes, what kind of urn, did we want a footprint?
I was reading down the list and one of the options was a hair clipping that could be put in a necklace.
I asked my son if he wanted that and he said, Mom, have you looked at the floor? Why would we pay for something I can vacuum up?
Congrats to OverlyBoy
Congrats Nellie on the new grandpuppy
My son asked me to add pierogies this morning. I hadn’t said a word about them. We haven’t had them in a long time. We only buy Mrs T’s brand, because every other brand we have tried was awful.
Great minds think alike!
… and yeah, I get Mrs. T too, most because that’s the only kind available nearby.
Home again - FCD had enough fun/aches for the day. I’m going to pull something out of the freezer to thaw for supper, then get back to my latest trashy stoopit novel - this one is actually kinda fun.
Howdy Y’all! We have been the retired drains on society we are wont to be all day. In a little while we shall head to the church house to do prep stuff. Today’s biggest accomplishment has been nappage. Have I mentioned lately how much I lurve bein’ retired?
Real Fish I remember you from way back. Welcome again! I hope the day of drivin’ does not wear you out too much. Made me tahrd just readin’ about it.
HiveMind welcome! We have fun here. We can also be disgustin’ preverts. I’m sure you’ll fit right in somewhere along the spectrum that is the MMP.
Wordy yay for OverlyBoy!
GodBod hope you’re over the cold soonest. Since you spend your day in a germ factory that may be harder to get done.
Here in central Switzerland, we are having unusually warm weather, so I guess we got the hot flash part of Mother Nature‘s menopause.
Work seems to be full of meetings, so I am not sure when I am supposed to do work. Then I went to the gym, so at least I accomplished something today.
Never seen pierogies here, but we used to get them in eastern Pennsylvania. No idea about their authenticity, I just knew they were yummy.
Happy Moanday!
@purplehorseshoe same. I like coneys and Chicago dogs and hillbilly dogs but sometimes nothing beats cheese, onion and ketchup.
I have accomplished a couple of the Donwanna tasks, including a couple of the biggest/most important/most anxiety-inducing.
Now, on to this year’s taxes! Yay!!!
{ whimper }
I think I’ll do like last year; round up everything that seems important, go to an accountant, and say something to the effect of, “I dunno, man. You figure it out.”
Back in TX I could barely handle federal taxes. Now in the Mitten State, there’s also state, local … and I think two local, because I work in one township but live in another … ?? Maybe … ??
Frick, I dunno.
But that’s next on the big ol’ “$#!t I Donwanna Deal With But Hafta” list.
… it’s like a To-Do List, but crappier.
Closer to home: having put away the clean dishes, I gotta tackle the next batch of dirty stuff.
But the light is nice right now and my nerves are a bit jangled from all the Adulty Stuff earlier, and I think a few minutes of cross-stitch before K.P. is in order.
Oh! My tiny, shriveled little heart! 
I never knew anyone who didn’t give me the side-eye about it, let alone who also liked that combo.
It’s basically a chili dog … with no chili.
I usually just put ketchup on my hot dogs, but I think I’d like grilled onions, too. Not a fan of raw ones, tho. I don’t have them all that often, but sometimes, noting will do but a weenie!
… in keeping with the perv theme.
OK, supper was ziti with sketties sauce and mozz, baked till it was all melty. Can someone explain to me why there are sooooo many kinds of pasta, especially the ones that are so similar? For example ziti and penne - what’s so special about one over the other? I can see regular spaghetti and angel hair, but why a thickness between the two? And do we really need fettuccine and linguini? And aren’t they all made from the same recipe, just shaped differently?
Chillage on order for the rest of the evening. Gotta rest up for the kidlet tomorrow.
Go me … my drying rack is full of mugs and pans and stuff.
I’ve rewarded myself by … promptly re-dirtying one of the pots & making a leeeetle batch of homemade chicken soup. (I had chicken that needed usin’ and some sad carrots.)
While that’s a-simmerin’ I might ride this whole “adulting” train over to the Gettin’ Sto’ for butter, plus kitty supplies (we’re almost out of treats AND 'nip!) and suet cakes for the birdies plus, I dunno, whatever else looks good.
Oh, and my mother wants me to call her.
{smacks forehead} No wonder I’ve been so productive. I’m doing the “I’m sooooo busy, I just couldn’t find time!” routine.
Self, I’m on to your tricks.
(Self: but … but … we do need butter!)
As I understand, the origins are b.c. each little village in Italy, back in Ye Olden Days, made their own pasta just a bit differently. Pride in unique heritage and all that.
I think. { shrug } I dunno for sure.