SmartiePants thanks for the recipe. Since it’s decided to be all yuck today instead of a day loungin’ at the pool, I may go over to the big farmer’s market in Cordele and see if they have any picklin’ cukes. Believe it or not, I do know how to do stuff like that. 
I’ve already “put up” a bunch of field peas, crowder peas, butter beans and green beans. I need to get some squash, okra and maybe corn “put up” as well. Down south we “put up” veggies for the winter.
My daughter had a funny experience at work last night.
She was dishing up some salad for a young fellow who said, “So, when do I get to take you out to dinner?”.
My daughter’s response, “I work nights.”
At least she didn’t say, “I have to wash my hair”.
As she was relating the story to us, we ask her how old the fellow was and if was attractive in in sort of way. She shrugged and said, he was okay, and appeared to be in his twenties. She then said, “Who asks someone out while they’re at WORK?!”
She’s spoken for, so would never consider going out with someone, but I find it somewhat amusing that she doesn’t really get that people do this.
Good morning!
I’ve been up and out the door with the dogs to the dog park. It’s so much fun!
I got all my chores done yesterday - I was worn out! And I made a big dinner of Chicken Parmesan and stuffed shells. They were stuffed with shallot, zucchini, spinach, ricotta and parmesan - and sprinkled with mozzarella. A little marinara in the bottom of the baking dish. They were fabulous! A big hit.
Today is stay at home day - laundry to be done. Dinner shall be a new meatloaf recipe - Zingy Horseradish Meatloaf! It sounds pretty good.
I think I need a nap already… 
I cleared out some fridge/freezer/counter space for Peapod, who should be here soon, then I’m going to take Rebo’s nap. Or maybe I’ll just take one of my own
Another punishingly hot day in the offing today, great. The Pacific Northwest is a wonderful place to live but on those few days when it gets into the hundreds you really feel that no A/C thing keenly. Luckily for me I was raised in Sacramento, CA so I totally know how to deal with heat, I just hate, hate, HATE it!
You’re welcome, swampy, glad you know how to “put up,” because it’s a real bitch trying to explain it to someone who doesn’t! I have this great old style canning rig I picked up at a garage sale for like three bucks and it comes in handy when I get a hankering to make something yum for winter. One of my “when I win the Powerball” dreams is a house that has a fully equipped outdoor kitchen for preserving and summer cooking with industrial fans, screens on all four sides, concrete floors with drains built in, double deep stainless sinks and a gas restaurant range with a grill and double ovens. My favorite is jams and jellies, those are fun. The best I ever made was a gorgeous pomegranate jelly the exact color of a pigeon’s blood ruby and just as clear.
Sorry to make you cry, mmousy, but I guess we all have or had that special critter that makes us tear up when we think of them… I still get misty over a kitty named Dybbuk who died over twenty years ago–she was very special and I still miss her…
Mmmmm, ginger hair…
Rigs, think you might have breathed in too much mulch dust? Were you wearing a mask when you spread it? Some of that stuff is punishingly flyaway and would probably do a number on the lungs.
Me too, doggio, it’s what’s keeping me from dissolving into a puddle of misery…
Let’s hope she stays that naive, Taters, although it won’t happen! BTW, HOA’s must die–whoever thought that shit up oughta be strung up by their testicles and used for archery practice. Anybody who pays a shitload for a house ought to by damn well OWN it, and that includes being able to landscape, house paint and decorate however they damned well please. If the neighbors don’t like it, tough tits! I may not be enamored of the tacky lawn gnomes next door or the Pepto-Bismol pink house down the street, but then again I bet nobody’s terribly happy about my foxtail garden out back or my white trash storage deck that gets covered with tarp in winter, either. Live and let live, I say, and if it ain’t a hazard it ain’t nobody’s bidness! HOA’s are just another way for prissy pecksniffs to impose their own prejudices on the world and those little twits shouldn’t be encouraged–more like spayed/neutered and kept in a kennel!
FCM, that’s just naaaaaasty–how old is Taz? Does he do this sort of thing often? Pratchett once used my chair for a potty but that was due to Himself letting the box go to an unconscionable level–I’m still at a loss to explain why I got the message rather than Himself, though!
Ugh, it’s 79 degrees already. Temps are supposed to hit mid 90s or higher, again.
Last night one of our computers overheated because of the heat in the house. Fortunately, my son turned it off right away.
I’m going to be one tired person tomorrow, I think. Between all of todays activities, then having to wake up early and work out tomorrow, I’m gonna be a tired Taters. I would usually work out today, but there’s no way I’d have time to get cleaned up after the work out and take my daughter to downtown Tacoma. Additionally, we’re taking my Dad and stepmom to dinner tomorrow to celebrate Dad’s birthday. I haven’t had a single stay at home and relax day since I’ve been on vacation these past two weeks. I’m always dashing off somewhere…
I AM going to work out tomorrow though. I’ve missed entirely too many since being on vacation.
Taz is somewhere between 3 & 4, and no he doesn’t do this often. It’s only the second time he’s peed on the bed, but both times, we were sleeping. Honestly, I have no idea what’s up with him. I clean his box daily - sometimes twice daily - and he certainly gets lots of attention. He’s just a brat.
And we can’t lock him in the basement - that’s where the kids will live with their cat.
Anyway, we’re on break. I took care of the TV cables and the Cat 5 for their computers downstairs. **FCD ** did most of the wiring for lights on the east side of the house, and now we need to remove the now-unused lights and wires.
Daughter just called - she’s on her way home - yay! Camp is done.
And I need to go get the panel lift. I’m quite the sight - red shorts with white paint stain, blue flowered tank top, both items covered with clay smears, and a Pebbles Flintstone topknot. I be stylin’!
Morning, all. Or afternoon. Whatever it may be.
{{{Smartie}}} SpaceDawg was a beautiful girl. I know you’ll miss her terribly, but she knew she was much loved, and what more can we do for our pets?
I can’t take Sept. 1, gt – we’re going out of town for the Labor Day weekend. I’ll just do a trip update when I get my current insane pile of work done and start feeling human again.
Deposition, Rigs? Clearly I missed stuff while I was sick. Unsolicited advice from the neutral side of the room: Answer the question that was asked, answer only the question that was asked, and then stop. Don’t try to anticipate the purpose of the question and then argue or try to rebut what you think it is; that just makes everyone mad and annoys the court reporter, who you do not want to piss off or she’ll make you look reeeeally stupid in the transcript. Take turns; don’t start talking till the attorney finishes the question. If you’re interrupted, say, “May I please finish my last answer?” (If they say no, that’s not unusual; the attorney on the other side will probably pick up the slack later and let you finish. Especially if it’s important to their side.) If you don’t know, say, “I don’t know.” Full stop. If you don’t remember, say, “I don’t remember.” Full stop. When possible, answer “Yes” or “No.” Full stop. Don’t try to fill silence; there’s often lots of dead spots in a deposition. And if the attorneys start bickering, sit back and enjoy the show. Also, most importantly? The reporter will love you if you give them spellings of any name that’s out of the ordinary, either during your answer or after the deposition. And, after all, who’s the most important person in the room?
I read your “gamboling cats” as “gambling cats” at first, Muppet, and was trying to decide which would be more dangerous, cats with opposable thumbs or cats who gamble. :eek: I still haven’t decided.
Haze, that soju is evil stuff. I’ve heard tales about it. Even people I know who would drink anything learned quickly not to drink soju. It’s not even the percentage of alcohol, it’s what it does to you. Kind of like the homemade beer one of the guys in my dorm in college made, and then started sharing when the bottles started exploding. Damn, that was good, but oy, did it make us stupid!
I got nuttin’ much today. I’m feeling marginally better, although my voice is still not back to normal. At least I got lots of extra sleep so I’m not as tired, and I have no headache. <knock wood> The one thing I have is too ****ing much work. Which it shouldn’t be, except for the crappy, crappy reporter who’s pissing me off seriously. I talked yesterday to the guy who usually reports this client and does a wonderful job; he’d seen my frothing-at-the-mouth emails about stupid reporter and was very apologetic. He had the nerve to be relaxing at a friend’s cabin on the Kenai Peninsula in Alaska while I was here suffering with this crap! He now know he’s never allowed to go on vacation again when this client has a job.
So back to the salt mines. Sigh.
Took a break to go to Craftin’ Outlaws with a friend. Some really cool stuff. This is one of the items from my favorite vendor at the show. I think it would be cool to have her do something similar with an actual family photo. FCM, one of the vendors had whimsical ceramics. They had some little pots with human legs (the pot part was MAYBE 5" wide). $30.
Now it’s back to caulking and taping, to be followed by painting. Woo hoo.
Sorry you can’t do Sept. 1, Mama T. Anyone else want to get us started that day? (It’s Labor Day in the U.S., BTW.)
GT
Many, many thanks. But this isn’t the first time I’ve been deposed. The other time, I managed to piss off the court reporter big time–I kept nodding my head. Well, it’s HARD to break a life long habit for an hour! She was neither nice nor polite about it. [sub]bitch[/sub] 
This time around, I’m the one who’s pissed. I can’t give details, but let’s just say this is a BIG waste of time for me, the hospital attorney, the risk management department, the court reporter and yes, the plaintiff. In fact, I’m so pissed that I HAVE TO GIVE UP THE LAST DAY OF MY VACA AND THE FIRST DAY OF #2 SON’S SCHOOL to do this that it will be short and civil. I am so like Seargent Schulz on this that I may even do the accent: I see nuzink; I hear nuzink; I know nuzink!
GT–that is very cool. I think a wedding photo or graduation one would make a cool present. I think I can do Labor Day–but it will be on that Monday, not early.
Made the chocolate bread. Will report on taste in minutes.
Interesting. It’s good, not very sweet, and the first taste is bread. The second taste is like CHOCOLATE!!!! I think next time I’ll add some sugar. It would be great with cream cheese.
Tasty and different.
Chocolate bread?
GIMMEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
(please?)
Just got back from dim sum and puttered about the garden for a bit. It’s looking like the 'maters are just about ready for consumption, so I’ll probably make a nice sallit for lunch tomorrow with the first batch of ripe ones. And the scarlet runner beans are doing very nicely, and will probably be ready for harvest in a week or two.
I grew all our veggies from seed this year, so I’m rather excited to see how well they’ve done… I guess my black thumb is slowly getting greener over the years.
I miss harvesting my own home grown veggies. There’s nothing like the lovely smell of a tomato that’s been ripening on the vine in the sun.
Almost time to go to the University.
And we quit. All the electrical is done - except for minor details like installing plugs and lights. We put sheetrock on the wall between the stairs and the nook. I picked up the panel lift. Daughter came home - she’s dying her hair right now (it got really blond at camp and she prefers to be a redhead) and **FCD ** is showering. SIL and daughter are going out tonight, but we’re staying in. No idea what I’ll throw together for supper.
It’s still mild enough that I haven’t had to turn on the air. But the next 3 days are supposed to creep up near 90. Oh well, it was loverly while it lasted.
Time to feed the menagerie, and as soon as SIL is done in the shower, I get to clean up. I think we have enough water pressure to handle 2 showers, but there’s no rush, so I’ll wait. And stink. Aren’t you glad you’re not here right now??
Ah, the convenient memory lapses. Or you could go with the “I’m not going to speculate, and therefore there’s nothing I remember so I’m just going to keep telling you I don’t remember.” I’ve seen that carried to insane extremes, but it’s always fun.
And yes, don’t nod or shake your head. Or if you do, answer orally. Just don’t do like the old joke about “All your answers should be oral,” whereby the witness responds to every question with, “Oral.”
I have just about run out of motivation altogether to get this piece of crap job done. If I didn’t know that anyone else would probably do a worse job than me, I’d send it back and tell them to find another victim. Crap. Why do I have to have pride in my work and ethical standards at a time like this? 
:smack:
Having standards sucks big time sometimes!
But, but, but… they’re not just convenient, I truly know nothing! Out of multiple hospitalizations spanning over a month, I had this person for ONE shift. 5 years ago.
I truly remember nothing and know nothing. If it ain’t in the chart, I am clueless. Hell, I read my charting and this person is just like every other elderly, noncompliant, chronically ill person. I’m tempted to do that “oral” thing, or get real pissy and insist that it is VERBAL, not oral. Heh.
I need to go do some yard work. I am sorry** Smarty**, for not responding to you–yes, I am concerned that I inhaled some spores or similar or that the dust (and the stuff was so hot it wasn’t just dust, but steam) has irritated my bronchial passages badly. It doesn’t help that I’m still out there, “playing” in it–but the cool weather will pass and the work still needs to get done. Better to do it in cool weather, IMO.
Chocolate bread? And no recipe? For shame.
Ah - I’m clean and non-stinky. I have a load of towels in the washer and a bunch of stuff sorted and waiting to be washed - I’ll probably do 2 more loads tonight.
No idea what to do for supper. I’m sorta hungry but I don’t feel like making anything. The Supper Fairy would do well to show up about now.
Stoopit Supper Fairy. :mad:
We just got a backyard fire pit! Some may think it’s too late in the season to enjoy it, but I plan on sitting around the fire watching the snow fall.
I’m very excited!