PS - Sorry you’re having a crappy day Ex!
OK, I’m really going now.
Ex, I’m sorry you’re having a bad day. You’re not alone though; I was out Wednesday and off yesterday and came back to a crap load of mess.
FCM, quit makin’ me jealous. Sittin’ there in your nice fleecy robe and veggin’…sheesh, I’m slavin’ here okay? Well, since I’m posting here I’m not really slaving am I? I took care of some issues when I came in, and now I have several more to tackle.
At least it’s Friday and my house is clean for the hubby’s big guys to-do tonight. So, when I go home I can just veg until I take off to go to a friends house.
Well, back to the salt mines. Some of us gotta work today.
I’m working today, too. No snow, thankfully. ex, sorry you are having a bad day but it could be Monday, right? Mr. Anachi called me to say the tree cutters are coming today instead of Monday since they got rained out yesterday. That pretty much sucks because nobody is home and I didn’t crank up the mini-blinds in the breakfast nook. 
Hopefully, I won’t go home to either broken breakfast nook winders or throttled doglets. No doubt there will at least be lots of dog nose booger splats on them winders and the french doors. The cockatiel cage is over there, too. Oh dear, now I’m getting nervous!
No snow here - just rain. And it looks to be a long day - Fridays always are, because I never, ever want to put anything into production on a Friday - so mostly it’s non-essential work done on a Friday. But I am doing some important work today, so it can’t be a Friday…
No more talk about food! I have had a bad food week - Halloween candy + Mom visiting + more Halloween candy + free food at meeting yesterday = bloated Susan! But I did manage to turn down cake once this week - so bonus points for me! And today I came to work to find a box of Irish truffles on my desk - a thank you gift from clients in UK that I do work for. But those are going to be saved for Thanksgiving - so that’s one temptation out of the way!
Well - I will talk about food a bit more - I’m happy today, because I plan on coming home to a nice clean house tonight (cleaners come today) - and immediately messing up the kitchen, to make a lovely Provencal Fish Stew - nice & warm & tomato-ey - perfect for a rainy Friday. And it’s light - less guilt!
Susan
Ex you didn’t do things consistently following past practices? You tried to be innovative and go with a decision that makes sense? :eek: No wonder it’s snowing! Now I’m afraid to look outside. It’s probably about to snow, followed by freezing rain and tornadoes all because you were innovative.. Up is now down. In is now out. Pandemonium and anarchy abound! Run for cover now everybody! We don’t have a second to spare!
** Ex has caused the Apocalypse to come upon us!!!**
Me? Alarmist? Never!
Break time! I finished all the chair rail and crown molding, plus the shelves for the half wall tops. I put a first coat on the molding around the door to the basement. I’m about to put a second coat on all the door frames in the hallway - all SIX of them. Then I need to do the frame around the front door and the frame around the bow window. Then all the living room furniture needs to get moved to the center of the room so I can remove the border and prep for painting tomorrow.
WHEW!
But dinner is in the crock pot, so that’s one small item I don’t have to worry about.
Now, back to the salt mines!
FCM sit down, relax, have a diet coke and a box of bonbons. There’s no need to carry on. Ex has gone against all established procedures and brought DOOM upon us all. Nothin’ to do but sit back and watch for the end of the world now.
I’m like the stupid kid in every Toho monster movie who inadvertantly imperils the entire world by doing something outrageously dumb.
If it’s any consolation to anyone, Mr. Lissar coughed between 1 and 2 a.m. and then between 5 and 8. I’m sleepy. I haven’t done anything productive today.
Well, I have been reading. I’m halfway through Lirael. I love it! It might even be better than the first book!
You have all my sympathy, Ex. I hate making decisions about things outside of my particular job area. I always make the wrong ones. I’m sure you made fabulous and sensible decisions, because you’re an Engineer, and edumacated and stuff.
Right?
I made pot roast in the crock pot yesterday! Yes, this is exciting because not only have I never made pot roast, I’ve never used a crock pot. Now I have done both. Just think, if my life’s goals had been to make and pot roast and cook in a crock pot, my life would now be complete!
I forgot the onions, though, and I also forgot the basil. But I used beef broth and some tomato paste (the world’s most versatile goop) and I did remember the garlic, so in the long run, it turned out fine. I had a meeting last night, fell asleep and didn’t have time to eat before I left, but that worked out because one of my friends at the meeting had a really rough day and I invited her over after the meeting for pot roast and Mike’s Hard Limeade. She didn’t seem to be either over salting or over-peppering the feast, so it must have been tasty even for someone not invested in its cooking.
I may now become a crock pot fiend. I’m thinking of soup waiting for me when I come in from work, pot roasts with seasoning and onions, a slow roasted chicken . . . and the list goes on. Having hot food ready right when I come home would be like having someone cook for me! The only dark cloud I can see is that the crock pot is old so it is all of one piece and therefore a bit tricky to wash. Oh, but I will persevere–the lure of hot food is too great to be impeded by baked on tomato paste.
Don’t think of this as a post about food, rather, savor it for its triumph over adversity and its determination to continue in spite of the odds. A heart-warming story of a girl, her crock pot, and the dream of a home-cooked hot meal.
My what an exciting day this is! Ex is single handedly trying to bring the world to an end. Kalley has discovered the joys of crock pot cooking. Puggy faces the possibility of no breakfast nook windows or windows covered in dog snot and slobber, either of which is bad. Lissla can’t sleep because Mr. Lissar has what appears to be consumption. FCM claims to be painting yet somehow threads bearing her name keep mysteriously popping up. It’s like soap operas on Friday afternoon where they give you all these cliff hangers to tide ya over til Monday. I am on edge with all the excitement and suspense!
Wow, Ex, you’re getting snow? That’s that white stuff, right? I’m only asking ‘cause I haven’t seen the stuff in about, oh, I don’t know, for-freakin’-ever. And that pisses me off. Stupid southern California, with the blue skies and temps around 70 degrees almost every day. Although we did get some rain last week. And it’s been “cold” recently. “Cold” means, of course, temps around 50 or so. I want to move back to Vermont so I can have weather again.
The fiancé and I went to register for the weddin’ last weekend, and we didn’t put a crock pot on the list. I guess we should, huh.
Great. The sky is falling, the world is coming to an end, and I bothered to go to the gym at lunch. Fabulous. Just peachy.
:mad:
See what you made me do, Ex? Now Rue is going to be mad at me for using a smilie.
(Favorite anti-dieting line: Just think of all the people on the Titanic who skipped dessert.)
Edumacated? Why yes, Lissla, I am edumacated, and perhaps overly so. All my fancy-schmancy edumacation isn’t doing me a damned bit of good today because they never covered Dealing With Drooling Knuckleheads. Or if they did I was out sick that day.
And yes Mr. Tool we are getting snow, otherwise known as The White Substance That Causes People To Forget How To Drive, but it fortunately doesn’t appear to be accumulating. Don’t get me wrong, I like living in a place with distinct seasons, but snow this early in the season is a bad sign. We’re going to get hammered this year.
Just another hour and a half of this crap and I can go home.
And I haven’t even joined in. What am I doing? I am furiously preparing yet another presentation, and learning an entire semester’s worth of Technical Communications over a 4 day weekend for an exam and presentation I have next Friday. I’m flying back to Indianapolis to close out of the project class I had when I moved, and I am simultaneously trying to test out of the communication class with the same presentation.
No pressure. However, after the design reviews this week, presenting to a panel of professors should be a piece of cake.
VunderBob the stress puppy
VunderBob, if it’s any consolation to you, none of the professors will pay the least bit of attention to your presentation. If there is any doubt about this, mention a paper one of them had published–for the rest of the presentation all the others will be steaming over why their papers weren’t quoted and the one you quoted will be too busy preening to notice anything.
I am painting, dammit! I’ve got high gloss white all over my hands to prove it! I’ve finished the first or second coat on everything, as required, and after this little water and post break, I’m heading back to the basement to add a second coat to the doorframe down there. Then I have to do the dishes and think about what to serve with the porkchops that have been crock pottin’ all day. I’m thinking baby carrots and maybe green beans. Smashed 'taters, too, if I can get that motivated.
It’s still raining here, but no snow. It’s not supposed to freeze tonight, so my plants will survive a night in the garage… I expect when my sweetie gets home, he’ll be wanting to put the molding in the dining room so we can move all the crap from the living room into there. Do-it-yourself is sooooo rewarding. really. :rolleyes:
Yeah, sure. That’s great and all, but you don’t have a boat in your garage. You may have one on the marina, but not in your garage. There may or may not be a point there; I’m not sure. Did I even punctuate that correctly?
Anyway, I surrender. I bow to the people who always want to turn these things into cooking threads more suited to Cafe Society. As I type I’m examining my presents from the Pampered Chef. I got one of those plunger-type measuring thingies and a pitcher that also has a plunger thing, which I can only assume is meant for mixing liquids. Or something. Frankly, I don’t know what I’m supposed to do with these things.
Come to think of it, these are probably my girlfriend’s presents. At least she liked the KitchenAid mixer.
Aw, Ex, I’ll try hard not to talk about cooking. You see, I didn’t cook today; I stopped at Mickey D’s. Hubby is having a “guy” thing here tonight and I’m about to make my escape. I’m sure there will be plenty of beer, cards, computer games, bumper pool and foosball. So, did that make you feel a *little * better?
Well, the first guest has arrived and I’m being booted.
I ate Mickey D’s today too, and now my girlfriend refuses to enter the room. It’s the gas, don’t you know. Since she won’t come in here, I can post freely.
ANGEL PANTS!
Sorry, but that still pisses me off.
What was I talking about again? Oh yeah, Mr. Taters. I think that it’s outrageous that he banishes you from your own home on his poker night.
He should keep you around to make sandwiches for the guys.