“stealth Onions”? Did I miss a recipe, or does the Canadian Army have a new WMD?
Good morning everyone.
I’m up and caffienating and will soon get cleaned up to run the various errands I need to run today. I also need to take my daughter in for another lab test and a second Guardisil injection.
That’s all I’ve got. I’m still too bleary-eyed to make sense of anything. I didn’t sleep well at all, and when I did sleep, I was having nightmares.
Afternoon, all. I spent the evening yesterday with my feet up relaxing and watching TV and reading and such, and then I slept fairly well but really had to struggle to get up this morning. It was just so lovely and warm and snuggly in my warm bed with a snuggly kittycat. There’s nothing better than a snuggly kittycat on a cool morning, is there?
Anyway, Eid Mubarak and كل عام و أنتم بخير to you, too, Dotty. I hope HRH picks up lots of filthy lucre! 
Nelly is adorable, canineservant! Do you have any idea how old she is? In any case, she’s certainly landed in a great situation; I know you’ll spoil her appropriately.
I’m feeling pretty blah still today, but will at least putter with a bit of work. Maybe. In any case, I’ve started puttering, so I guess I should get back to it. For a bit. Or not. If I feel like it.
I know what you could do, you could work on my ruana - it’s gotten really chilly here 
Evening all. What a day! Noor made about $100 just sitting around looking cute - that will definitely pay for the high chair! Fortunately, we didn’t have to spend any money on buying Noor any new clothes for today - hubby’s sister was the one who shelled out $65 ( :eek: ) on Noor’s dress for Eid, so we are way ahead! Today consisted of lots of sitting around eating and playing pass the baby, but HRH also comes in handy as an excuse to leave too (e.g. I’m sorry, but Noor needs to have a sleep now, so we have to go home).
rigs, I dunno about most Muslims, but hubby uses Radox for Men twice a day, plus he gets some extra Johnson’s Baby Bath soapiness mid-afternoon during HRH’s bath, so he is definitely NOT one of the stinky ones!
Sorry I forgot to mention it earlier doggio, but Nelly is super-cute! Reminds me of the star of that new Underdog movie!
snowbunny, pleased to hear you are (or should soon be) home safe and sound. There really is nothing quite like sleeping in your own bed. That was the one thing I grew to hate about being an international flight attendant - sleeping in my own bed only about once every 7-10 days!
Lili, here’s some baklava :: pushes it through the CD drive :: I ate way too much of the stuff today, along with chocolates, cashew nuts, pistachios and date slice.
Okay, who was the evil person who linked to that illustrated cinnamon rolls recipe??? You are sooooo responsible for any future weight gains!
Well, Noor is asleep and I now have a lovely glass of sparkling shiraz in my left hand, so I think I’ma gonna sign off for now and enjoy my night off! Saturday morning is my sleep-in, so I’ve gotta make the most of it!
Mr. Lissar violently objects to visible onions in food. Onions provide a very important flavour note in a whole lot of things. Our compromise is that I do a variation on Nigella Lawson’s Onion Jam, which is onions slowly caramelized in butter. I then whir them in the food processor and freeze them in ice cube tray. One cube equals about half an onion.
gt, the green things have an expiry date of Julky 2008. Maybe we shouldn’t have eaten them. I’m not sure any cake-type thing should last that long.
Are you bringing the yarn **between ** the needles when you switch to the purl stitch? It sounds like you might be bringing the yarn over the needle, a yarnover, which is an increase. Are you ending up with “extra” stitches? Can you post a picture? MamaTigs, do you have any ideas?
I have lunch today with my director to discuss the job. She asked me to make reservations at a restaurant that I didn’t realize has recently become a steakhouse. I checked the menu and they still have their excellent salad and 2 veggie pizzas, so I should be fine.
so, it is a WMD*
eta: * Works in Much Deliciouslness
If you made enough of them, and dumped them on someone, I guess it might be a Weapon of Mass Destruction. Well, Mass Bruising. Well, Bruising One Person.
If I were Queen of Everything, I would deem errands cruel and unusual punishment. And I would not do them. I would have People. <waves sceptre>
Make it so. I have spoken.
Got through my slog o’ errands in just over 3 hours. Now I’m home and face laundry, chores and packing for weekend of [del]wild abandon and drunken sex or sexy drunkiness*[/del] of grad school classes and “special projects”. :rolleyes:
Dotty–I hope you know I was kidding about the bathing! :eek: That article does make it sound like soap and water are sacred objects, only to be used annually, though. 
I am with Lisslar’s hubby. There is no need for huge chunks of onions in things–blagh. I like oniony taste, though.
*this will not happen. 1. I fall asleep after one glass of wine (O for the days when I could play Mexican or 21 with the best of them…) and 2. I don’t know anyone down there.
Yay for **Lili **for getting the HHTTG reference! **And **for giving the US another country to attack after discovering its WMD production facilities! :eek: 
Finally all the jokes about “What, Canada isn’t part of the US?” will be true!! 
**Dotty **-- yay on getting HRH started early on earning her keep. And yay for Baklava in general :: opens CD drive door :: Can I have some too?
Interesting thing for the day: While we were all at the Ra’anana cemetery for the unveiling of my late aunt’s tombstone, we happened across the tomb of Liviu Librescu, the ex-Israeli professor who got killed at the VA-Tech shooting last year while defending his students.
ETA: First on 8! So there!!
How come it never happens when I’m trying?
yeah, well, if I hadn’t been blocked for the last 10 minutes, I’d have gotten here first.
:: opens CD drive, inserts more baklava and closes CD drive ::
:: reopens CD drive and removes one small piece of baklava, pops into mouth :: (quality control!)
:: closes CD drive and hits send to all ::
Enjoy!!!
BTW, rigs I have been exposed to plenty of stinky Muslims in my time (occasionally I’m one of them - particularly when I’m covered in baby puke or some such!), but I know you were joking. I found the article particularly amusing, seeing as my husband bathes at least twice, sometimes 3-4 times a day!
I don’t think our heater is working. Thankfully I have a warm cat curled up in my lap.
Unfortunately, this means I can’t get up for anything without pissing off said cat. Help!
train the other cat to fetch and carry for you and your cat
You aren’t allowed to move. The cat’s comfort is very important. You must stay still as long as the cat wants to sit there.
I’ll have to post a picture on the weekend. I think I’m going between the needles when I switch to purl. And I know I’m not ending up with extra stitches.
It’s just really frustrating since I did a whole scarf that came out looking PERFECT and then while I think I’m doing the same thing, it’s totally not coming out right any more. Grrrrrr. :mad: Plus, I want to keep working on stuff and don’t want to have to wait until Sunday when I will see my knitting mentor at church to ask her what I’m doing wrong. Oh well.
Cloud Maiden’s cat? She’s buried in a pile of blankets. I’m half of a mind to throw something at her just to make sure she’s still breathing. Cloud Maiden’s gone to the library. I really should grade papers, but that would involve me actually getting up.
Maybe I should just join the cats in taking a nap.
An excellent idea! Me, I have no problem moving the cat. Damn cat has no problem waking me up to play at 4 in the morning, I’m not going to feel all that bad moving him because I need to get up.
Besides, he usually sticks around because he knows I’m coming back.
Most definetly move that cat. You know in your cat’s head she is saying, “today is day 37 of my confinement with THIS human. Must work on escape route now that the ledge thingy is barricaded…”
My cat thinks he’s a dog. He lays in the middle of the floor (kitchen) or on thresholds. He follows me around, running under my feet just like those stoopit canines do. I yell at him. I say, “You’re a cat! You were once worshipped by an ancient culture! you’re supposed to be stand-offish, graceful and aloof! Go loof!”
And he just smiles at me and rubs my pant leg. Stoopit cat.
Off to nap–it’s what I do best!