Brrrrrr-lurf
Nope, sweetened condensed milk, coconut, almonds, semi-sweet choco chips. But I will use MILK chocolate because Almond Joys are milk chocolate and my sister and I like milk chocolate. So there.
**FCD **just called - his bro came thru the surgery OK. Remains to be seen if he’ll follow the doctor’s instructions or just continue the lifestyle that put him in there in the first place…
Guess what cynical me expects. 
I have a ‘cookie’ recipe with only 5 ingredients and no baking. The women who served them called them cookies, but I think they are more like candy.
Melt a stick of butter. Melt and stir in 12 ounces of semi- sweet chocolate chips and 6 ounces of peanut butter chips until smooth. Stir in a teaspoon of vanilla. Then stir in a small can of chow mein noodles. Dropby teaspoonful on a waxed paper lined cookie sheet and chill until set.
Now that I can’t eat peanut butter anymore 
Gary won’t work. I’ve found from past experience that family members get upset when you give a pet their name.
My granddad Charlie was quite upset when I named one of my dogs Charlie.
Strange, when you consider that on my mother’s side it is common to name animals after the person you got them from. That way you could remember who sold you the horse or the cow and you knew if you wanted to buy another one from them.
I used to date a guy named Sam, and watched a dog named Sam. Sam (the guy) was not amused when I would yell at Sam (the dog) for being stubborn and comment that I was sure it had something to do with the name.
Keep up your strength, dotty!
wet one, have you ever been to the walking horse festival in Shelbyville, TN? I know it’s received a bad rap in recent years for soring, but they seem to be getting that cleaned up and watching the horses strut their stuff is highly entertaining.
Of all of unusual things to happen on a road trip, this one comes to mind:
SIL and I had been camping up in the mountains of east Tennessee and North Carolina and were headed toward home when we pulled into a little graveled two pump station for gas at the top of BF Mountain. It was back in the days before smart phones were available to working schlubs, so we figured we’d better get gas where we could whenever we got down to 1/4 tank.
Just as I stepped out to pump gas, we heard two shotgun blasts from a fairly close distance. I jumped back in, started up the truck without even stopping to fasten my seatbelt and threw gravel GtFO of Dodge.
We lucked out in that we came across another gas station about 15 miles down the road. I still wonder just WTF was going on that someone felt the need to fire a shotgun right at that time.
Nope, no TWH for me. I’m a three day event/dressage kinda gal.
Home at last. **FCD **will be late - he had a 3PM meeting that could run 2 hours or more. I hope he calls when he’s on his way so I can start supper.
Someone bought a subscription to Cosmopolitan for our daughter and had it sent to the house. She hasn’t lived here for 5 years. When the first one came, I went on line to change her address. Another came, and I figured I just didn’t catch it soon enough. Then today, another arrived in all its stinky glory (Oh how I hate those cologne inserts!!) and when I went to the site, the address change I’d made was gone. She doesn’t even read this magazine and has no idea who got it for her. If it shows up again, I’m going to try canceling the subscription. Otherwise, it’ll go right into the recycle bin.
A month later, Rachel Ray’s magazine showed up. I not only put in an address change, I emailed them twice asking who put in the subscription. Still haven’t heard back.
Too, too weird…
FCM, once might have been bad luck, two bogus subscriptions sounds like trouble. I’d see if the magazines have an 800 number for Customer service and get them cancelled post-haste and also let them know about this…I could be paranoid, but also could be a hack somewhere…
Christmas present shopping is complete, Christmas present wrapping will be tonight or tomorrow. Need to find a couple rolls of tape–most of my wrapping is the tape with bits of paper included…
Yup, gunpoint!
Helping a buddy move back home. Driving a Chevy Suburban out to fill with his stuff. I figured the back, with the seats folded down was more comfortable to stretch out for a nap than sitting up in the front seat whilst he was driving (around midnight).
I fell asleep, he gets pulled over for speeding. My body must’ve realized that we were no longer moving so I sat up to look around where we were. Trooper sees someone pop up from the back, in the dark, & drew on me.
Lemme tell you, determining where you are is <the wrong end of a gun> will fully wake one up fast!!! :eek:
[Johnny Carson] Wet One is soooo ugly
[Audience] How ugly is she?
[JC] She goes to horse shows without her horse. :eek: :o
Mooommm, glad FCDaughter finally got the gift subscription(s) I ordered for her. 
Well it sure was Moanday all day today. I am so grumpy and it reminds me of PMS :eek::eek: way too old for this.
I will be so glad glad when Christmas is over mostly so I don’t have to hear anymore Christmas music. I will be so glad when this year is over cause it has been a rough one. I want my boring old life bad. Just plain day to day nothingness.
Just a little blue and down in the dumps.
Web head.
Nuclear radiated spiders ain’t in it.
:dubious:
I’m calling Clint Eastwood.
You know cousin Clint?
Shitty Monday. The rest of my truck is coming in tomorrow, on my day off. :mad: Also, one of my hockey Peeps died after a 16 year fight with cancer.:(
Then the hockey game got cancelled, because the compressor failed(First World problems, but my escape for the suckyness of life)
Kitty!
Sounds like the #1 choice in the family Death Pool,
Same here. But it’s almost over.
Color me :mad:. I was expecting a package; tracking service indicated it would be delivered today. When nothing arrived, I checked the tracking site again. Said the package had been delivered at 7:30. But . . . I was in the living room all evening and heard and saw nothing; security lights had not come on . . . so where was my package delivered? Someone else’s front porch?
Blurf. I have a stinky cold/cough thing, but at least today I am feeling slightly less like Dawn of the Dead. Yesterday was horrible, I really felt rough all day and had a half-hour continuous coughing fit yesterday when I got home. I had some stuff to do so managed to get things done before I collapsed on the sofa.
Cat with No Name is a handsome mog, he looks like he should have a serious name to go with the expression on his face. If I named my cats like that, I’d have Scrounge and Snooze.
In other news, we have a Professional Services event this morning which we are supposed to attend. Apparently the idea is that we bask in the glow of our nomination for a team award. The uni has awards for tremendous achievement (BUAFTAs) and our College got nominated for one. I will not be going, my excuse is that I’ve got germs and I don’t want to spread them around. It is considered bad form to just say I Don Twanna!
No road trip stories for me either, I’ve never run out of petrol anywhere although I’ve had the occasional flat tyre in interesting places (last summer the monster 5L Mustang got a flat tyre in the volcano park on Maui) so I hope that trend continues. Next week I’ll be driving a rental car around New Zealand’s north island so if I run into trouble, I shall expect to be rescued by hobbits.
Good evening. I’m feeling tired and a bit icky tonight.
Xmas shopping is nearly finished - just HRH’s new bicycle remains to be purchased, then everything (excluding the bike) needs to be wrapped, and stockings stuffed.
Rosie’s sig to all. Blurf.
If I ever get a male cat, he’ll be Blue, after a song about a cat that’s sad and blue. Funny thing about that song: the writer, Brazilian Roberto Carlos, was clearly using “blue” to mean “sad” as it’s used in English; we don’t use it like that in Spanish and according to my inquiries of Brazilian people, neither do they. But we all know the song about the cat that’s sad and blue. (Bad joke: so stop hugging him so hard, silly!)
This week we’re working in one of the underground rooms; we don’t have a specific place to work from, they shuffle us around. I’m freezing. Will it look bad if I work with my feather-filled jacket on? Aside from looking like a navy blue Michelin (wo)man is using a computer, I mean.
I still haven’t heard from my sisters about what we’re doing for Christmas. I’ll give them until Thursday and then I’m emailing them. (They have kids and crazy kids schedules to work around.) If I don’t spend Christmas with my birth family, I’ll spend it with my mountain family.
I do believe I am in the process of a passive separation from my birth family. That’s why I have a spare.
Had to stop for gas this morning and something I touched left the stink of gasoline on my hands. That doesn’t usually happen, so I’m guessing someone before me was messy. First thing when I got to work was a stop in the ladies room to wash my hands. It’s a little better, but not by much. What a persistent odor!!
Beyond that, nothing exciting. I’ve got a bunch of stuff on my desk to keep me busy. Just another day in paradise.
Happy Tuesday!
I’ve got skittles and you don’t.
Also some meeting minutes to translate. Meetings in four languages are fun, but at least we all want to understand each other. I’ve been in meetings where one or more people didn’t want to communicate and those were the opposite of fun.