Ashes[sup]2[/sup] good to know your job ain’t in danger. Had me worried there for a bit. The Eyetalian chicken does not come out crispy. Crispy and crockpots don’t go together. It is, however very tender and moist.
donkeybear good to hear the school colors are tasteful. I think you should start a campaign to change the school name to “The Fightin’ Cthulhus” cause nobody else is usin’ it, I’m sure. Maroon and Silver would be good “Fightin’ Cthulhus” colors.
FCM good to hear FCD is doing better. Too bad about not havin’ a Frankenscar though what with Halloween comin’ up and all.
There is no chocolate in the swampcave either. There were some candy bars but somebody found 'em and made a pig of himself.
I’m slightly more coherent today. I’m beginning the end of the move-from-hell.
The beginning of the beginning of a move is when I am mostly planning. Looking for a new place, packing the stuff I just know I won’t need until after we get in and settled, hauling the stuff that wasn’t unpacked from the last move to Goodwill. The middle of the beginning is finding the place, and doing all the paperwork. The end of the beginning is realizing I do too need about half the stuff that’s already packed, I need it NOW, and I don’t have nearly enough boxes for all the crap that is still unpacked.
The beginning of the middle is packing, arranging a truck, and bribing (or blackmailing, whichever works) friends to help. The middle of the middle is mostly spent on-hold trying to get services turned on at the new place on such & such date, off at the old, and then running out of time, hysterically throwing things at random into unlabelled boxes, loading the truck at midnight, having the truck overheat at 2 am on forsaken mountain pass with three cats who feel merely being in a vehicle constitutes horrific abuse, and finally arriving at the new place at 4 am.
The beginning of the end is discovering the power isn’t on, unloading the truck into the garage by flashlight. Middle of the middle is getting the power on, the furniture in the house, and most of the “can’t live without” type stuff located & unpacked. Tail end of the middle is waiting on hold to remind most of the aforementioned services that they were supposed to be on on the 15th. of. OCTOBER. not. November. dammit. (Why Qwest turned on my DSL but thought I wanted to wait another whole month for a phone, I do not understand) and finding the new liquor store.
The end encompasses unpacking, arranging, and harrassing DirecTv until the installer person actually shows up with all of the needed tools to do the job. The tail end of the end is saying to hell with it & eating a cheesecake.
Mad, you have taken me back 6 years to the part where we rented the carpet cleaner at about 10 p.m. and were up past midnight cleaning (my roommate and I had both hit the delirious stage, so her boyfriend had to finish up for us).
I.AM.NEVER.MOVING.AGAIN.
I had Dark Chocolate Hershey’s Kisses for dinner. OK, there were only 2 of them. But I’m not really hungry.
Ellen, your children are adorable. And I’m not just saying that because you begged. (My excuse for not having commented earlier is: I was tired.)
Ashes, I got the griffon/puppy thing from Dictionary.com because every time I see/hear griffon, I think “gargoyle.” Don’t ask me why. So I looked it up and, lo and behold!, in addition to being the eagle/lion thing, they’re puppies, too. But not gargoyles. And there’s 3 ways to spell the word. Pretty cool.
Which reminds me of rococo, the only word that is pronounced correctly no matter which syllable you emphasize. Although that appears to have become mostly untrue. I just looked up a gazillion dictionary entries and only one of them shows the version where you accentuate (accentify?) the first syllable. And that one’s pronunciation key looked pretty iffy.
Did someone say something? I could’ve sworn I heard something. Nahhhh…probably just the hamsters muttering.
So explain to me why I’m still tired. Maybe it’s because I keep staying up too late reading The Glass Castle, which is both fascinating and disbelief-generating. I have a hard time believing that someone could remember events from when she was so young in such vivid detail. But maybe it’s just because I can’t…
Oh…and where’s Lissla this week? Did she get permission to be absent?
Anyhoo…hope that all of you in Wilma’s path are staying safe. I’ve really got to get me some sleep. Maybe. Hopefully. But there’s that book…
Well, just perfect. My behind smells like salsa. Every Transporter (of take out) knows Rule Three: always look in the package. Followed by Rule Four: make sure the package is right side up. Sheesh; I had my dinner in a tote bag, which started leaking when I was maybe half-way up the stairs. At least I could wash up-- my poor special quesadilla isn’t so special anymore. It is, however, delicious.
Exactly, gardentraveler, grumbling hampsters are all over the place lately. Rococo is a good word to say, but is like banananana to spell, and not so good for decorating because you have to dust all those flooppity carvings y’know.
[sup]The hampsters may grumble again this evening. Achoo! Achoo![sup]
Swampy, what good is delicious and tender if there’s no crispy skin to munch? This is my new mission. I’m gonna get Eyetalian Chicken to be crispy. You all might want to step back, it couldn’t possibly be pretty.
Which reminds me of the mascot and school colors disscusion. We were the Fighting Highlanders (watch out for our razor sharp pocket protectors, wee lassie!) and our school colors are brown and baby blue. So much ugly in such a small place.
You’re not alone Pansy. I too dislike moving. Extremely. As in nightmares and panic attacks so you get to the point where not even your bed seems important enough to take with you. I will move just once more in my life time, no matter what.
ashes, if you coat your chicken with eyetalian dressing and then bake it, it comes out pretty crispy. That’s how I usually make it.
Last night, however, was potroast night. I hadn’t made one in forever and so trotted out the big casserole dish and cover. A little chicken mushroom soup, some vino and a California Roast, and, voila! Nummy Potroast. The Princess[sup]TM[/sup] scorfed up the leftover mashed taters so I whipped up some cheesey garlic bisguits (on preview I see this is spelled wrong but I kinda like it.) and they went right nice with the potroast gravy.
gt, that book looks real interesting. I may have to put it on my library wish list.
wilma still looks to be stickin’ south of me which is all good. I’d like it to bypass Flawduh altogether. C’mon folks! Haven’t we had enough of hurricanes this summer, hmmm? I thought so.
When I moved into my current apartment, my friend Cheryl informed me that I was not allowed to move again until I got married.
Saturday, I start looking for a new place to live. Not because I’m getting married, but because I’ve come to hate my apartment with the white hot passion of a thousand suns. And besides, Cheryl stopped talking to me for no good reason six months ago, so anything she said no longer carries any weight.
I love packing and unpacking. I’m hiring movers if I have to beggar myself to do it, but the packing and unpacking are my favorite part.
Tuppy I watched the local weather-guesser last night. He had Wilma going into the Gulf, crossing Florida from west to east to go into the Atlantic, and then following the East coast of the US all the way north. He said that it would be right off the coast of Virginia Beach by midday Monday. I’ve travelled straighter lines when totally drunk.
The program I use here constantly to make sales orders, and purchase orders and quotes and to control inventory has been flaking out all week. Apparently, it is a LINUX based program that needs a scuzzy back-up. But we have an IDE tape back-up, and Dave the IT Guy has fooled the program to think it is a scuzzy drive. But the program has gotten wise to these shenannigans, and has started going on strike to protest.
Only thing I can say about the whole deal is, “Open the pod bay doors, Hal.”
Speaking of chocolate… (well, it was mentioned somewhere back there) today’s Cake Day at work and I took responsibility this month. We have to have two cakes and one always has to be chocolate so I did my fav choc cake, which is an upside-down cake with coconut, pecans, chocolate chips and marshmallows on the bottom. It’s tres YUM. For the other one, since it’s autumn, I tried a pumpkin cake recipe. I hope it turns out ok. I always worry when I try new things because it could be very very bad. But my butterscotch cake experiment turned out really well so I guess there’s at least one success under my belt. Maybe this one will be good too. I hope. ::crosses fingers::
Pansy -your post re moving made me go lay down and put a cool cloth on my head.
the fact that I have to soon pack up the kitchen and find a way to make the dining room function as a kitchen until the new kitchen is in has nothing to do with my “spell”.
Eyetilian chicken sounds good–I am a crockpot lover. I can make chocolate cake in the crock pot (it’s more like choc fudgy cakey brownie ice cream accessory–but that’s a good thing!)
Off to grocery store, pharmacy etc–the life of one who knows how to live!
Taxi, I felt my thighs gain five pounds just reading your post! :eek:
You guys! Thanks for all the love regarding the Cherry Cherubs.
Last night was Waco Wednesday. Usually known as Taco Tuesday, but I had to get rid of some leftovers on Tuesday, so Taco Tuesday was moved to Wedensday; hence, Waco Wednesday. Except you have to say “Whah-Koh” not “Waco,” as in David Koresh.
Poor Little Me Department
Warning: Whining is about to ensue… I have been “asked” to move into another department at work. “Asked” as in, the answer must be yes. So, I’m moving. I’m not fall-on-the-ground-and-throw-a-fit mad about it, just … disappointed and sad. I loved what I was doing, a LOT. Now I’ll just be tolerating what I’m doing. I do like my new boss; she’s been my friend here for 15 years. So at least there’s that. But: I wanna stay in my old job, and I may or may not ever get to go back. So … I’m sad.
I suppose chocolate would help, but I’d like to continue the Downward Pants Size Movement. So I’ll have to content myself with flavored coffee. That at least makes me somewhat happy!
And finally, regarding moving … we moved almost exactly one year ago, and we’re still unpacking. True, we had to consolodate two households and we did buy a lot of new furniture, so there was mucho reshuffling. But today there are only two things actually mounted to the walls, decorations-wise, so there is work to do in that regard. But hey! You can come eat in my dining room! That’s something I couldn’t say a month ago.
1 1/3 C water
1 C brown sugar
1/4 C butter/margarine
Melt all that in the bottom of a 13x9 pan (or melt the butter and then pour into the pan… I just find it easier to stick the butter in the pan and put it in the oven as teh oven preheats). Then layer in
1 C flaked coconut
2 C (one 12-oz bag) chocolate chips
1 C chopped pecans
2 C mini marshmallows
Prepare 1 box chocolate cake mix (It’s supposed to be German chocolate cake mix, but I like to make it really really decadent by using the dark chocolate cake mix… feel free to experiment.) according to package directions. Pour this over the top. Bake at 325 for an hour or so.
It’s a major sugar and chocolate rush. But it’s really really moist and will keep for days if necessary.
We did have cake already (at 10 o’clock in the morning!) and those who tried the pumpkin cake (not too many adventurous folks) said it was really good. So that’s good. But I’m still a chocoloholic (sp?) so I’m sticking with that!
Dang taxi does that ever sound good! It just so happens I have all those ingredients in the swampkitchen as I type. This weekend shall not pass without Chocolate Upside-Down Cake. Heck, tonight may not pass without Chocolate Upside-Down Cake.
Yeah, I usually cut it and then flip it over on each individual plate. If I didn’t flip it onto the plates, my cow-orkers would complain about no frosting! :eek: They seem to have to have something on top of the cake. Naked chocolate cake, no matter how rich, gets complaints.
Ok, I don’t remember who first mentioned Hershey’s Dark Chocolate Kisses and right now I’m too lazy to go back and find out. However, that person bears total blame for my latest addiction. Dang those boogers are good! I have a whole bag here. I still got almost five hours to be at work. Is it possible to eat a whole bag of dark chocolate kisses in five hours? Stay tuned for further developments.
