Ah, but it’s already fairly healthy, and is seriously good made with whole wheat flour. I have a very low “It Tastes Healthy!” tolerance, as you know, and it’s delicious. Besides, adding tofu means it’s pretty much a complete breakfast.
When we went to visit my MiL a few weeks ago, she bought me a granola bar from a health food store that you seriously had to think, “Wow, this macrobiotic raw food bar is so good for me!” over and over in order to eat any of it. Yuck.
I still haven’t left the house. The snow looks pretty from here.
Well, duh… macrobiotic bars taste like crap because the universe has to find balance for how wonderfully yummy Larabars are. And I suppose I can approve of anything that makes cake a suitable breakfast food… not that I’ve ever needed an excuse.
On that note, it’s finally quit o’ clock. Time to [del]swim[/del] head home.
Congrats, rigs!!! <flinging confetti with wild and reckless abandon>
{{kai}} - good thoughts coming your way.
**Puggy **- the kids are going to be happy with temps in the 80s - they’re not real impressed with the cold here and they’ve got 2 weeks in Orlando, starting Sat.
Lessee, life in southern Merrylande. meh. I went to the junior college and got my username so I could register. In the spring, I’m going to take Intermediate Ceramics - essentially the same class I took there 2 years ago, but self-directed rather than a strict curriculum. Two nights a week, 7-9, starting Jan 20. I figure that’s a good way to get back into clay play, since I’m way out of practice.
That’s pretty much it. Another day in paradise. Waiting for Firday…
I went in for my quarterly lab tests on Monday. I just got a call from my GI’s office and he wants me to come in. Just this summer, he told me he didn’t need to see me again and my internist could monitor everything. And, of course, he doesn’t have any openings for a month. That means it’s not too serious, right? Right?
Shadow if it were super serious they’d get ya in, so I say no worries.
Congrats on the new side gig rigs! Now we’ll have to put up with librarian fantasies from BBBobbio, Doggio, MinDude, Special1 etal.
Today’s most fun call… an oooooooooooooooooooooooold man. Someone had given him a cell phone. He’d never had a cell phone. He opens it up and sees a number to call for activation so he calls. Ok, he didn’t see the right number for activation, he saw the customer service number and called. Yep. I’m on the phones and I get him. No prob. I can conference call the automated activation and tell him when it’s time to punch a button and such. The phone won’t turn on. Ummmm… sir… have you charged the phone up all the way? What’sat mean? I had to walk him through putting the battery in the phone, plugging in the charger, then plugging the phone into the charger then explain to him that he needed to give the phone two to three hours to charge, then he could activate the phone. Poor guy. I hope whoever gave him the phone has enough sense to make sure he can get the thing activated. Forty-five freakin’ minutes.
When I got off the call the person sittin’ next to me looked at me and said…
“Did you seriously just spend forty-five minutes on a call explainin’ to somebody how to charge a phone!!?”
Glad I could be somebody’s entertainment.
ETA: Howdy BelZ! Sorry bout the job. Still lovin’ those knock you nekkid margaritas!
Perhaps you could put a note on the old coot’s account to refer him over to Jitterbug the next time he calls for help.
Meanwhile, it’s The Mother of All Sick at Chez Passwords. I started with sniffles on the weekend, and by Monday morning, I left work and went home. I totally missed a sign from the universe - I’d grabbed the wrong lanyard from the desk drawer and tried to enter the building with my Ren Faire pass. :smack::smack::smack:
I should have turned around right then. On Tuesday morning, I’m calling the doctor’s office, quite confident that antibiotics are needed as the goodies from my nose have taken an unusual color. Icky but useful into to file away for future use - [spoiler]
Mustard-yellow boogies and coffee-colored loogies is a pretty good indication of bacterial infection.
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Whatever I’ve got seems to be popular - the pharmacy did not have enough pills to fill our prescriptions. :eek:
Today, still home, and going bonkers. I hope I’m well enough to go back to work tomorrow as daytime TV, even with satellite, well and truly sucks. I also want to avoid re-infection - DH left work early and came home this morning. Whatever this bug is, it’s the worst I’ve had in ages. It’s not the knock you flat out severity of flu, but it’s been close.
Tsk tsk, swampus. That’s some bad AHT. But good on you for helping an old dude learn to use his new toy… top marks for good service.
Shadow, I’m sure it’s nothing too serious. Not when they’re not rushing to find you the earliest possible appt (most doctors usually set aside a couple of timeslots for “emergency” appts, or at least the ones I know do).
Dinner tonight is an impossible quiche made with leftover ratatouille and manchego cheese, served with Larry’s Crunch Salad[sup]tm[/sup] on the side. Nom nom nom.
The Metra? You can just pay on the train, or buy a ticket at a station. I used to get those ten-ride ticket things - it works out to be cheaper.
Glad your kitty is safe Mindy!
Congrats on the new job rigs!
Yesterday I had dinner with Irish Co-worker. He never lets me pay for my meals, which finally led me to ask him if it was because he had a penis and I didn’t. Then we had lunch together a few days ago and for once he didn’t offer to pay, but then yesterday he remarked, “I would have paid for lunch the other day, but every time I try to pay for you, you start talking about my penis.” Anyway last night I waited for him to go to the restroom and then paid the bill myself - I have resorted to sneaky methods, yes. But then he took me to go have cocktails at a fancy hotel and I swear, ONE cocktail was nearly the price of our entire dinner + drinks at the other place. :eek: He refused to let me pay for my own drink.
It was really nice. Seriously, it’s been forever since I’ve been on a real date, and we just talked our way through hours of eating and drinking. The problem was my cocktail was a lot stronger than it seemed and I ended up a bit tipsier than I should’ve, but thankfully I didn’t embarrass myself by stripping down and dancing on the tables or anything like that.
Not to toot my own horn, but I have another diary up. I think I may have to slow down after this, though, as there aren’t many races next year and it’s a bit early to have much information about 2010 races, since so much can (and will) change between now and then.
You know what I’ve decided? I’ve decided to get a harpoon and just walk through the crowd of people in my life that aggravate the hell out of me, yelling, “culling!” and let it rip.
MIL called. She wanted to thank #1 son for coming over last night to shovel. (as if a 16 year old boy would think of that on his own–that’s not quite fair to 16 year old boys, but I’m pissy. Abide with me). I sent him over there. I told her that. She said that #1 son would have done it anyway. (as if).
Then she tells me that [del]she has ensnared him into her lair of codependency and martyrdom[/del] he agreed to help her with Grandpa on Monday. I ask what is up on Monday and she says it’s a doc’s appt. Fair enough. She wants #1 son to drive over to their place, help Gpa into the HER car (he can walk, but whatever), let her drive to the doctor (she’s a terrible driver), help Gpa out of the car (again, he can walk), sit and wait and do it all in reverse after he’s been seen. Coupla things:
Since he has to drive his car over there, why not just use his car? It’d be all warmed up etc. She says Gpa can only get into the PT Cruiser. Whatever. :rolleyes: (btw, son has a Toyota Corolla).
I have no problem at all with #1 son helping his grandparents. I think it’s nice. What I do have a problem with is MIL and her way of collapsing on you like a defeated third world nation. I told #1 son that if he cannot help out in future or doesn’t want to he is free to say no.
Gpa can walk, but MIL is determined to make an invalid out of him. I do recognize that he might be lacking in confidence given the snow and ice present.
I was so ticked I didn’t even tell them about my new job. Not that they asked (they knew I had an interview today).
Yeah, yeah–it’s not all about me. I know. But it’s not all about her, either. I am proud of #1 son for wanting to do this for his Gpa. But I am concerned that she will eat him alive–she tends to do that.
Hm. Since there’s a HUGE STORM WARNING for Friday, and Thursday overnight, we’re going to go tomorrow after Mr. Lissar gets home from work, about 4:30.
Good vibes for the people stupidly traveling through a storm with a possibly cranky teething almost one-year-old would be appreciated. It’s supposed to snow every day until next Saturday, so there’s no point waiting until this Saturday to go, since it’ll still be crappy driving.
I should be packing. Right now.
Yay, rigs!!! It’s possible that the neighbors heard the whoop I let out when I read your news.
I’ve added Rebo’s and **LiLi’s **recipes to the blog. (Well, I linked to LiLi’s recipe.) That’s a cool blog, by the way, LiLi.
Sorry about the job, Belz. Hope something good comes along for you very soon. Good on you for making sure there’s a smooth transition to the people you’re leaving behind. (Belz is a boy, by the way, rosie.)
Quiche sounds yummy, Muppet.
I agree with swampy and Muppet, Shadow.
Busy figuring out how to get work stuff in order before going on vacation. Tomorrow night will be getting house stuff done. :eek::eek::eek: and :eek:
My calendar says that today is MBG’s birthday. So…
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MBG!
Off to get stuff done.
ETA: Here’s another trout for MIL, rigs. Lots of good vibes for the trip, LiLi.
aw, thanks.
Off to bed soon. Daughter’s flight is delayed ANOTHER half hour. She is now arriving just after midnight here. I feel bad for TH (but not so bad I want to volunteer to go get her…)
BelZ–sorry to hear of your job troubles. Hope things turn around soon.
“Mr. Vunder, this is Deputy Shavetail at the Cottonfield County Sheriff’s Department. How you doin’ tonight?”
:dubious: “Okay…”
“I’m calling because I have a subpoena for you, in the matter of Soandso, assault with a deadly weapon and attempted murder.”
:eek: :eek: :eek: “You’re kidding!?!” I was racking my puny brain trying to figure out why I was in trouble.
(me) “Waiddaminit. You said subpoena, not warrant.”
“Uh, yeah.” :dubious: directed back at me through the phone line.
(me) “Well, I’m trying to figure why I’m involved in any matter. I’ll be down to get it.”
Along the way, I remembered the shooting I worked at the beginning of the summer. Talking to the deputy, I didn’t recognize Soandso’s name, but I did remember the patient immediately.
Yup, I’m gonna be a State’s witness in the matter.
Thanks, gt. It’s one of my favourites. She’s a great writer, cook, and seamstress, her eldest son does most of the photos, and her youngest kid is probably theidioticallycute girl in the world.
Anyway last night I waited for him to go to the restroom and then paid the bill myself - I have resorted to sneaky methods, yes. But then he took me to go have cocktails at a fancy hotel and I swear, ONE cocktail was nearly the price of our entire dinner + drinks at the other place. :eek: He refused to let me pay for my own drink.
