My electric kettle is broken. This is a huge crisis. We go through 3-8 pots of tea a day.
Must buy new kettle! Otherwise, insurrection!
Good Mornin’ Y’all! Up and caffienatin’. Another day in paradise.
Anybody else picturin’ LiLi on a rampage ala Godzilla stompin’ around Toronto lookin’ for an electric tea kettle?
I agree, the social aspect is an difficult to quantify, but real benefit.
(Check private bits)- Yup, I’m a her! 
Up and off to irk.
Rosie, deja vu!!! The Honeymooners was actually where the name came from. Round-about, third-hand, and passed down a generation, tho. Honest, it wasn’t because of any over-inbibin’ I did back in my college days!!! (Even tho I did over-inbibe a bit, and I got the name about that time)
OK, I’m here in the swivel chair, shovelin’ through e-mail, wondering what havoc and chaos I can cause today. The caffeine drip is in place, and the morning train on the tracks to the north just went through. All is right with the world.
I’m still not convinced that the new cafeteria company is trying to switch us all to half-caf coffee.
Still squabbling with this cold. Not enough to knock me out - just enough to be really annoying.
The Soul probably thinks I’m trying to kill it. At about the moment that I get onto the freeway heading home tonight, it’s going to roll over to 3,000 miles. So far, I do like the thing. Ignoring the couple of aspects that are almost impossible to avoid in a car selling for under $20,000, there are only two things I don’t like about it.
News from Materland… One of my tomato plants is going a bit yellow. Not sure why as the two plants get watered at the same time and get the same fertilizer. Hopefuly it was just the recent minor heatwave that’s got it in a funk.
Off to irk people professionally. 
That so reminds me of the time I worked from home. We had a railroad track less than 500 feet from my house: it was on a small hill, and would go by on the second floor level. The kids loved sitting in their bedrooms and watching the trains go by.
I was downstairs on a conference call with work when I heard the train approaching. I said, “Hold on - train.” Then he blew through, full steam ahead, horn a’blaring. Next thing I heard was my boss, who said, “What the HELL was that?” 
I had to pull up Google Maps and show her how close we were to the tracks.
Right. Found a replacement kettle in the basement. Crisis averted.
We’re back from the market, and I have hothouse tomatoes and fresh asparagus. I’ll do pasta with them tonight. Now I must hunt and kill some lunch.
Mine was dead already when I packed it. It’s kinda handy doing it that way.
Going for my first leg waxing today! Just the lower ones. I’ve only had eyebrow waxing done before. But I figured that if I could stand getting a tattoo right on a muscle on my calf, I can stand getting waxed! 
We’ll see how this one goes.
:o Thought so. Wasn’t sure. My memory for what people think and dream is pretty darn good. My memory for what they are packing between their legs is terrible.
Off to do my civic duty and then head for some sort of study at the local PBS outlet/studio. If you’re in a place voting today and qualified to do so, GO DO IT!!! If you don’t, don’t bitch to me about the choices you have later.
Glad you liked the brownies, Ralfie! Today’s dessert selection is a lovely chocolate pecan pie that’s generating much excitement at work even before I go home at lunch to bring it back. Pecan pie seems to be a favorite around here.
You must live really close to my parents. They’re in Newville.
LiLi, being kettle-less would be tragic! I don’t drink quite that much tea, but when I want it, I WANT IT NOW. So I can understand the crisis that the lack of a kettle would generate.
The funeral weekend was surprisingly good. The minister did an excellent job, not just reciting the facts of Grandma’s life, but really telling the stories with feeling. After the previous two funerals this spring where the ministers more or less recited the obituaries, this one was so much more meaningful.
On Friday before the funeral, we went to Cooperstown and skipped the Baseball Hall of Fame since neither of us care about baseball and went to the Farmers’ Museum. It’s a working 1840s town with a weaver, a broom maker, a blacksmith, a pharmacist, a doctor, a lawyer, a store, an upper class house, and a farm house. And probably some stuff I’m forgetting. Plus lots of animals, including two hour-old baby lambs while we were there. And a calf that wanted to suckle my fingers. We spent a lot of time with the animals. And, since it was a pretty quiet day, all of the museum workers had lots of time to talk to us and to tell us about what they were doing. We asked a lot of questions, too, which always makes it more interesting.
After we got back on Sunday, we went out to the Arboretum, where the lilacs are still amazing, the iris are starting and are gorgeous, and the azaleas are in full bloom. We go out there just about weekly at this time of year because there’s so much to see and it changes so fast.
I took Monday off as well to recover, but spent the day running around like crazy. KT’s sunglasses broke while we were away so I took them to the eye doctor’s. I put the three knit baby blankets for the triplets into the mail. I did the grocery shopping. I finished the laundry that I’d started on Sunday. I went to Trader Joe’s. I bought 3 tomato plants and 1 pepper plant and planted those and some basil, cilantro, parsley, and more spinach. I made the aforementioned chocolate pecan pies for work for today. And I made spanikopita for us for dinner. The spanikopita was NUM. I think I was more tired at the end of the day than at the start of my “relaxing day off.”
And finally, to get to the OP, aside from what I grow at home, we generally go to the farmers’ market. There aren’t many farm stands in suburbia. But the market is good. It’s too early here yet, but local strawberries and local corn are the only strawberries and corn that I’ll eat. I did try store-bought strawberries once earlier this year because they were really cheap. But they crunched! Strawberries should not crunch! So my local-only rule for strawberries and corn is more firmly in place than ever. We also like to get meat from the local farms when we can. Grass-fed beef is a wonderful thing. And the heritage varieties of pork are super good. And heirloom tomatoes - wonderfully misshapen, ugly looking things that taste unbelievable. With a little basil from my garden and some fresh mozzarella, well it doesn’t get any better than that.
I don’t know how the rest of you have good childhood memories of pick-your-own 'cause I hated being slave labor for picking strawberries or blueberries or raspberries or blackberries or apples. Ugh.
Ok, I’ve been productive. I’ve applied for jobs, I made a meatloaf for dindin along with makin’ up some mac & cheese to heat up later on. I shall throw in lima beans and carrots as the vegetation. Should be good. Also, I cleaned my bathroom and the kitchen.
I say this calls for some deserved pool time.
If you’re not going into catering, maybe you have a calling as a pool boy.
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Mine was dead already when I packed it. It’s kinda handy doing it that way.
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Wimp.
Fried scalloped potatoes with cheese and ham. The point of scalloped potatoes is frying them. I always make two batches.
I think I liked Gnat better before he could say, “No, I don’t want to.”, or chant the same phrase over and over (while attacking dinner last night he repeated “That should do it. That should do it. That should do it…” until I went nuts.) Although sometimes it’s pretty funny.
There’s a recipe on my blog that I think everyone needs to try, for a flan cake. It’s goooood.
Looks yummy!
I have a head cold. That in itself would not be so bad were it not for the fact that my 8hr day involved a 6-station rotational exam with 2nd year med students. On the plus side, I lost 2lbs at Fat Club tonight, on the down side that’s probably the weight of snot that came out of my nose. Blowing one’s hooter every few mins is not a fun thing to do. No. Not ever.
My plan for the rest of the night is to have a very hot bath, put my jammies on and lay on the sofa whimpering quietly. 'im indoors has gone up to Scotland for a job interview and some friend/family visiting so I have a couple of nights on my own. Probably best since I feel like death warmed over.
I have no energy for anything but rosie’s sig to all.
My coworker’s brother has been found, and he’s alive! We don’t know any other details, but she just ran out of here crying and her group was applauding. Thanks for all the prayers and good thoughts for his safe return!
Great news Joolz! I’m workin’ on that as a nickname. Do fill us in on the details as they are made known. [del]Nosy[/del] Inquirin’ Mumpers want to know!
BBBobbio hmmmmmm… I’m not as sexy as pool guy (have I mentioned I consider him drool worthy before?) but maybe there’s an angle. He could be the sexy pool guy with me caterin’ for poolside parties. He could provide the eye candy while I provide the food… then again, sexy pool guy… ::drool::
BTW, OYKW considers pool guy drool worthy as well. Just sayin’…
I’ll be the judge if a pool guy is drool worthy…