My grandmother made her pierogi with spearmint in the potato-cheese mixture. OMG!!! I really need to make up a batch, but what a messy evolution that is.
Anyway, my sister doesn’t eat pierogi. At all. She likes mashed potatoes. She likes pasta with butter. She won’t even try pierogi. Are there McDonald’s in Poland? She might survive.
Home. Leftover ribs in the toaster oven warming up. I’ll make some crescent rolls shortly, and some sort of vegetable matter.
I’ll try sleeping with Mel again tonight. I may also have a handful of ibuprofen. Stoopit shoulder.
Yes!
I don’t get Polish - the letters look like English but sure aren’t pronounced in any way shape or form like they are in English. I gave up (one meal) & got ‘home’ food. Of course that was after the mind-blowing experience of seeing an Italian circus, in Poland, singing “We are the World” in English!
The General’s dindin was good. That place gives huuuuuuuuuuuuge portions so one portion, and an extra aig roll and extra soup is enough to fill both of us up. Now I want ice cream. Well, not right now but I will in a little while. Alas, there is no ice cream in da cave. Since I know I want it, I will go to the Burly Butcher Sto’ since it’s close by and get some.
As promised, per the SDMB rules that specify photos of all pets, I give you Jim, the Lizard King. (Even our reptiles are rednecks!)
Beer has been achieved - a nice inoffensive lager, because it’s hotter than a wool overcoat in hell. And lots, because I need them right now. The Boy and My Bitter Half both managed to make me cry today - and I don’t do that. I know part of it is because I’m just an emotional wreck since Sunday morning’s tragedy. But I also got entirely too frustrated with the 2 of them not listening to me, and then getting mad with me and accusing me of not communicating.
Dinner is going to be pretty late tonight. A front blew through, and dropped the temperature 10 degrees - it’s only 90°F now. But I’m not cooking until the sun has dropped below the trees on the west side of the house!
I swear to Dog that my 18-year-old son’s PMS is worse than the days when my 2 eldest girls and my peri-menopausal self are cycling together and fighting over the chocolate, potato chips, and Lifetime movies! He dropped the case of water from the freezer, and busted about 6 of the bottles. Acted like gravity was a personal affront!
Holding onto the moment today when he smooched the top of my head and said “I love you, Mom.” Otherwise, I’m gonna take away his keys and phone and beat him with a large stick!
Any advice on photo hosting that I can share here?
Another day, another set of documents some bureaucrat isn’t happy with. Today’s gems are Airman’s W2 from 2014 and a letter from my brother about the gift he gave me that had nothing to do with the damn house. I have to admit that I got a little testy with the mortgage guy about that today. Fortunately, my brother understands these things, signed the silly form with the correct loan number, and sent it back to me. If the bureaucrat doesn’t like it, too bad. I’m not doing this again.
And at irk today, I wanted to jam an icepick in my ear to make the pain stop. The pain in this case is a doctor who is supposed to teach us about impairments in the respiratory system. To say he went into the weeds isn’t accurate. This guy’s teaching style resembles one of those Family Circus cartoons where little Billy wanders around the neighborhood. He started with anatomy, wandered a little into specific diseases, took a detour through pulmonary function studies of various sorts, and when it was time to go home, was just starting to get into diseases that I was pretty sure he covered hours earlier. I started writing a fiction story just to stay awake. Not sure what or who it’s really about yet, but the heroine’s loser ex-husband is a real shit. At least we get fingerprinted for our access cards tomorrow. That’s real excitement right there. Otherwise, it’s going great.
I think I’m going to go wander over to YouTube and find some videos of puppies and sleeping babies. I might commit murder otherwise.
That ice cream sounds tasty. We really need a picnic thread, or an ice cream social thread. Haven’t had a “potluck” like that in a while. Something light and funny so that our minds can forget, for a little while, all the crap that is going on. i’d walk my dog but it’s still so darned hot outside I don’t think I could go far.
I ventured to the Winn Dixie which is being remodeled. What a mess. Nothing where it should be, no organization at all and just overall sloppy. They should have just closed. Anyway, hubs went too and we got a deli rotisserie chick bird, some pre made mashed taters and a can of baked beans. Best I could do. I did clean up the mess, walked the dog and cat and took the trash out.
Exhausted. Took one of hubs sleeping pills called Amy. Hope it knocks me out real soon. My plans are to get up very early and be at irk no later than 0700. Do what I have to do, set out of office reply and skedaddle when I can. Since I had to change my flights due to hubs hospitalization last month I couldn’t remember the times. New flight leaves KW at 0700 which means I need to leave my house no later than 0500 on Thursday. Yikes.
I also bought ice cream today. But it’s chocolate. Thanks for all you Jawgians reminding me hot it is up there. I don’t like hot. At all.
I worked. The truck is being delayed by a day. This on top of all the other warehose screwups. [Foghorn Lehorn]Boy couldn’t pour piss outta a boot if the instructions were printed on the bottom of the heel[/Foghorn Leghorn] I made chicken and black bean tacos for dinner.
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Butters, I remember the Winn Dixie. I bought beer there.
Butters… That you stuck around long enough to buy dinner is evidence that the store should stay open during the remodel.
But yes, grocery store remodels and resets are utter misery for everyone involved. The one I was a part of was to the point that much of the “drugstore” stock was in shopping carts in the back room, so customers had to ask us for their Tylenol, toothpaste, diapers, etc.
Meanwhile, one week later, and surprise, surprise, Social Security hasn’t put the money back in my checking account.