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To lose ~20 pounds and keep it off for once. My whole life I’ve gone through cycles of losing weight (eating semi-healthy and working out regularly) and gaining it back (getting really lazy and eating a bunch of junk food). I’d like very much to break this cycle and have a healthy diet (and do at least a little exercise) if possible.
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Learn to drive and get a license.
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Meet more people and go outside my comfort zone.
I see I have a sock… Just kidding, mods! Don’t ban me.
I’m sorry for your troubles, and kai’s, too. I will say this: we have agreed to file and as soon as that happened (within a day or so), all my anger, and resentment and pissiness was gone. Ok, maybe not all of it–I’m no saint. But it truly felt like a huge burden was gone. I hadn’t realized I had been carrying it around or how much it weighed me down. I hope the same for you both.
That said, the divorce is on hold while his dad is in hospice. IF he was an abusive bastard or an alcoholic or similar, I would not wait (well, I’d like to think I’d have kicked him to the curb a long time ago), but we are civil, even friendly at times–I see no reason to create drama at a funeral etc. And we all know his mama will make it a Drama. So, we’re waiting a bit–mutually agreed on and I’m supporting him (as best I can) during this sad time with his dad. I think I may love TH afterall, I just can’t live with him. 
Resolutions: I don’t really make them. No sooner is a rule set then I want to break it (real mature of me, no?), but I do resolve to keep the weight off that I have lost (about 5 pounds) and to find a way to exercise that doesn’t hurt my foot (which is killing me today). Also, to remember to look for the good in things. My glass of water tends to not only be half empty, but someone spit in it as well–I need to work on that. The world is not a bad place and people are not horrors (usually).
How introspective I am this morning. Must go do something shallow.
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Fitness Fitness Fitness…I just registered for a full marathon. I hope to eat way better too.
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Be a bit more frugal. Those semi monthly wine runs have been hurting my wallet.
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Get back into practice (guitar). I slacked off for a bit, time to get back in it.
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Get out of my shithole town.
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Somehow continue to work my crazy schedule and 3 jobs, yet find time to invest in a relationship…hell find someone to have a relationship with.
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Save and maybe buy my dream acoustic guitar…then finally I think the dream music acquisitions will be complete.
There are now 2 punkin pies in the oven. I’ve got to sit here till they’re done - if I went to work in my studio, I wouldn’t hear the timer buzz and the pies would burn, and we can’t have that! 
**FCD **is having a lot of fun setting up his workshop in the garage. He’ll have even more fun when we finally build the new garage in front of the current one and he gets the whole space to himself. That’s this spring’s project. Our garage is an oversized 2-car dealie - probably 25’ wide and 26’ deep, with well over 8’ ceiling. He’ll have less square footage than in the basement, but more useful space overall. There are no support posts in the way and the basement ceiling was around 7’. The only downside I see is that he’ll have to walk thru the house to use the bathroom - I foresee lots of carpet cleaning at times.
Now, how shall I pass the next 40 minutes or so???
<snerk> A recipe experiment that failed. <snerk>
Last week, warming up to Christmas Day, VWife was really jonesing a sugar cream pie. Problem was, she had no heavy cream, and no desire to scrounge the change cup I keep in Manland, nor the desire to get off her butt to go to the store to get any.
Looking through the fridge, she spotted the quart of eggnog she bought, and thought it would be a noble experiment. It wasn’t. The eggnog was loaded with sugar from the get-go, plus had a good amount of nutmeg. The resulting pie was nearly inedible, and caused me to spike my blood sugar just from being within 5 feet.
Oh well.
Bobbio, I did not know you had a kid–how old and where has he/she been? Nosy old women want to know!
kai, Hazle, I’m sorry for your troubles and I say that as one who’s been through the marital wars a time or three. Yes, three. Himself and I have separated several times over various issues and each time it’s been beneficial for us to spend that time apart because we did a lot of learning and growing and had to confront the fact that we really do love each other and that we really don’t want to be without each other so we’d better learn how to get along better. We’ve been living together for about 3.5 years now without interruption (well, there was that one week when he was being a total butt and I tossed him out–a week staying with our crazy disabled 'Nam vet friend set his head straight and he figured out I’m nowhere near as annoying as THAT!) and we’re getting a lot better at conflict resolution. I personally think we could benefit from couple’s counseling and now that we have health bennies I think I’m going to push for it–maybe that’s another resolution all on its own! Any rate, I’m saying that sometimes men are dumb and need a 2x4 to the back of the head to get them focussed. If they won’t listen to you while you’re there, quite often they start listening after you’re gone and they find out how much that sucks. Good luck however it ends up, though…
It’s raining and sleazy out and I really want to go exchange my van (which needs some work done) with my other car (which ought to be ready to go) but we have so many deliveries coming in today I think I’d better stay home to keep the dogs from driving Himself insane when they knock on the door. It gets a little hard to do tech support with dogs freaking out in the background… The illusion of “call center” doesn’t survive such events… :smack:
I also need to get more vacuum cleaner bags because my floor is feelthy… yuck.
He’s 20, hits 21 in March, and lives with my in-laws in Indianapolis so he can go to IUPUI, one of my alma maters.
Also, after seeing the picture of Puggy’s Princess, I think a little MMP matchmaking is in order… 
We now have a tag for failed recipes on the Mumpers’ Recipe Blog, by the way, Bobbio.
Hugs to kai, Hazle, and rigs and anyone else with relationship troubles.
Is that really your daughter, Puggy? I suspect the boy Mumpers will say that she’s hot. And, on preview, I see that Bobbio has already taken notice.
I am free!!! Have my house to myself and have little brother’s back-up computer so that I can restore my iBook files (mostly my pictures).
Gonna figure out what I need to do about the PC laptop to get it fixed up and gonna do laundry. Also need to vacuum.
Back later. Hugs to all…
GT
Pug’s Princess is indeed a hotty, I mean whew! Wouldn’t that be amazing, to have a second generation Doper relationship? Teh Intarwebz iz kewl…
So, Bobbio, post a pic of Bob Jr so we may judge his hawtness as well…
Yes, that is indeed my baby girl. She is 27, single, a college graduate, home-owner and works for FDLE as a Critical Infrastructure Analyst. Maybe I should start my own online “Bachelorette.”
Kewl. He likes more mature wimmin…
Smartie, I got pictures, but at home so it’ll have to wait.
I got DH a set of the Denise needles last year and he’s not complained. When I was checking these things out last year, I was seeing a bunch of people having problems with the Boye needles perpetually unscrewing themselves or snagging where the needle screws onto the cable. Another plus for the Denise is they claim to be airplane-safe.
A what? Just the name is making my blood sugar rise. What is it anyway? I can only envision some variant of an egg custard pie, which is fairly sweet on its own.
Had fun upgrading our Macs to the current version of OS X over the weekend. DH’s laptop has been semi-happily soldiering on, running the same thing it was born with (Panther? Ring-Tailed Lemur?) for over four years, and was so old that he could no longer access eBay or Paypal - they’d say “Safari 1? Shoo!” So, it was time to update to Meerkat or whatever they’re calling it now.
His upgrade went absolutely flawlessly. My iMac is not quite three years old, and went…well…pretty much OK, except for Mail, which was a trainwreck. And I had troubles with the drawing tablet and the media server. (Worth noting that these are both non-Apple devices, and there was no non-Apple stuff connected to DH’s laptop.) But, I eventually got it sorted out with a patch for Mail, the tablet needed a new driver and the server just needed to be reminded that it exists.
Now, I just need someone to remind me that I exist. I absolutely hate this week of the year as everyone “important” has the week off but the people who are actually important do not have the week off. Can a Senior Vice President bounce a server? Only if it’s wrapped in 50 layers of bubblewrap… 
The bad part is that because so many of the “important” people that can approve requests are out, our work volume plummets and the day’s schedule becomes something like:
8:00 - 10:00 - read email. Even the spam.
10:00 - 10:30 - methodically scrub my coffee cup.
10:30 - 11:00 - clean and polish my monitors.
11:00 - 12:30 - dust out the printer.
12:30 - 3:00 - lunch.
3:00 - 3:30 - go to drugstore to get cheap toothbrush.
3:30 - 4:30 - clean keyboard between the keys.
4:30 - 5:00 - Contemplate what to do tomorrow since I’ve already cleaned my coffee mug, monitors, printer and keyboard.
It’s not really that bad, and there is work to be done - just not all that much of it.
I was supposed to have the week off. I finally got the the right spot seniority-wise to be able to win the “raffle” to get the week off, and I had to go and get sick two weeks ago, which meant I had to take the PTO then and work this week. 
:MAD: :mad:
Good news from our photographers - our wedding pictures have been “developed” and they emailed a handful of low-res samples to us. Sounds weird, but pro cameras produce files in a “raw” format that you can either convert to JPG as-is, or you can take the time to adjust exposure, color, contrast, resolution, etc. In our friends’ professional hands, a little tweaking makes a huge difference.
According to the TSA’s own website, all knitting needles are supposed to be airplane-safe. But just to be careful, I only carry Denise or wooden needles aboard, either circulars or teensy sock needles that would break if you tried to stab somebody with one. What amazes me is that I’ve been able to carry my needle-sharp tiny scissors aboard many, many flights – they fit all the rules, metal scissors/pointed tips/but less than 4" in length, but I wouldn’t put it past some officious TSAer to take them away anyway. The fact that I bury them in my little bag of knitting tools, which has all kinds of odds & ends of wood and plastic and metal in it, may help, of course; the scissors may not even be visible in their x-ray! In any case, I don’t use them except for a quick snip now and then and then put them away quickly. As the Yarn Harlot points out, who has had Canadian flight attendants make her put away her sock needles during takeoffs and landings, pens are just as dangerous as small knitting needles but nobody takes them away. It’s a conspiracy, I tells ya!
Time for an update. I’ve made this following version a couple of times now. It has all of the structural integrity of the original, plus it’s spicy enough that you don’t have to choose between boredom from blandness vs. starvation.
Ersatz Scotch Eggs, Part Deux
4 hardboiled eggs
1 raw egg
1/4 cup bread crumbs, or similar amount of crushed saltine crackers
1 lb hot bulk sausage
powdered garlic
rubbed sage
black pepper
Mix the bread crumbs with the sausage and raw egg. Divide the mixture into 4 parts, forming into patties. Dust the sausage patties with the sage, pepper, and garlic to suit your taste. Take a hardboiled egg, place it in the middle of the sausage patty, and cover the egg evenly. Put in a baking dish (elevate on a rack if you desire) and bake at 400[sup]o[/sup] F for 30 minutes.
I make a batch on Sunday night, and carry one to work Monday-Thursday, so they keep well. I eat them cold; never tried nuking them for some reason probably related to testosterone.
ETA: Gotti, sugar cream pie.
Probably afraid you’ll make an Afghan…
The punkin pies are beeyuuteefulllll! I just had some leftover pizza, and now I’m heading down to tidy the studio some more.
Back laterz…
Page two already! Wow!
Thanks for the needle tips, Knitters. When I said that I wanted to learn to knit, my Aunt gave me two five minute lessons and a set of straight needles in sizes 2-13 and two sets of DPNs. Over the years I’ve gotten some additional needles, but I’ve never really bought a lot, because I had most everything I needed.
Work has been kind of odd today-- usually it’s either very busy or like Gotti’s day described above, but today has been an odd mix of the two–periods of boring and periods of busy. Go figure.
Sugar Cream Pie sounds interesting.
I’d like some pumpkin pie, plz. (We didn’t have any for Christmas, so I didn’t get my fix.)
I’ve had one little leftover sushi roll, 2 potstickers, some grapes and tomatoes and am still hungry. This is leftovers from last night’s dinner, which included the above as well as pizza leftovers and guacamole and chips (Whole Foods makes AWESOME guacamole, btw; even Mom loved it).
Scotch Eggs have been posted, including the link to V 1.0.
Off to find buttons for coat and also make a stop at Trader Joe’s.
Hope that files are done restoring by the time I get home. Need to do some laundry, but that might wait till tomorrow night.
Back later.
GT
A little bit of editing requested for the blog version, please. The superscript o for degrees did not translate well to HTML; I don’t know about the rest of y’all, but my oven sure can’t bake at 4000 degrees Amurrkin.
Given the wingey nature of my posts lately, my New Year’s Resolution is to work on being more grateful for what I have. I haven’t set up the structure of it yet, but it will probably involve making daily lists of things I’m grateful for.
Since we’re all here if I can just complain about my poor physical and mental health that would be great…
What I mean is, I’m grateful that I get to take 7 paid days off work to go back to Michigan and see my loved ones this January. I’m grateful for my absolutely gorgeous, incredibly loving husband, and my adorable cat. I’m grateful I’ve been to Europe. Etc.