Spats, can’t you just take your laundry home with you and have your mom do it? Heavens know I never went home with a bag of clean clothes.
So, one of our salesmen left the company rather abruptly, and they’re funneling all his calls to my extension so I can break the bad news to his customers–who love to yell at me anyway because the receptionist obviously has all the power in the world, and can make people answer their phones at any time. It’s going to be a very long day.
But I have a birthday party tonight (yay) and a dentist appointment tomorrow (also yay–because then it won’t hurt [or almost hurt, which is worse because of the anticipation] anymore), and then I’m going to park myself on the couch and watch five episodes of Smallville that I’ve been saving in the Tivo in preparation for the season finale.
Yesterday I bought a twelve pound ham because it was half price.
I need recipes to use it up. I might start a thread, but I’ll begin here: help! It’s been frozen, but I cut it up first. Recipes, people? Otherwise I forsee a lot of ham and cheese omelettes in our future.
This just in… The Princess[sup]TM[/sup] just called. She got her grades. STRAIGHT As!!! I’m so proud. I told her all the more reason she needs to go for a doctorate. No, I’m not a pushy mom. Why do you ask?
I love ham and butternut squash. Cube both, cook squash, add ham, brown sugar, and whatever seasonings suit your fancy. A little bit of liquid smoke makes it extra yummy, if you have any.
rifty, thanks. She is a senior at UCF. Well, sorta. She would be graduating except she has a double major and has two or three more semesters till she’s finished.
clean bathroom-at least one, to show I made an effort
[del]vacuum downstairs[/del]
water annuals
plant deck pots(start, don’t have all the flowers yet)
organize the mail, since the dining room table in now being used for kitchen shit
[del]iron uniforms for weekend[/del]
[del]clean fish tank[/del]
take a nap (priority)
make dinner
call plasterer #2 back and book a time
time for a break.
Laundry–lordy how I hate it. The novelty wore off about 3 kids ago. I used to like doing it. Ah, well.
My daughter just left to take an AP test. <crosses fingers, knocks on wood>. It’s in European history.
I hate doing laundry too. The novelty wore off long before I had kids. I don’t mind the washing part, or even the throwing it into the dryer part, it’s the folding and/or ironing and putting it away part.
Besides, my mountains of laundry NEVER disappear, even though I wash clothes every friggin’, fraggin’ DAY.
I actually enjoy laundry, when I can do it inside the house. I even don’t mind folding. It’s the putting-away that seems to defeat me most of the time.
I’ma gonna cross-post this from Skip’s Magic Board:
I was watching TV once and a guy was preparing something he called ‘Cuban Rice’. It sounded good, but he used some spices I never heard of, and he put in MSG, so I took the basic idea and made up my own version:
Cuban Rice
16 ounces peas
3 cups cooked rice
8 ounces mushrooms, white or crimini – sliced
1/2 pound smoked ham – cut into small cubes
2 medium yellow onions – diced
14 ounces chicken broth – 1 can
1 stick butter or margarine – divided
2 tablespoons extra-virgin olive oil – optional
2 tablespoons sugar
1 teaspoon red pepper flakes
1 tablespoon old bay seasoning
1/2 teaspoon chili powder
salt, pepper and chili powder to taste
Please be advised, ALL of the measurements in this recipe are approximate. I often add more ham, or mushrooms, or whatever, than called for depending on my mood and what I have available.
Start a cup of long grain white rice cooking in 1 can of chicken broth plus a half can of water.
Meanwhile chop up your ham, onions and mushrooms and set aside.
Put a 16 oz. package of green peas on to cook in water.
Put half of the stick of margarine in a large pot and melt it over medium-high heat.
Toss in the mushroom slices and sauté until cooked.
Now, depending on the amount of liquid you have, you may add as much of the other half of the stick of margarine as you feel like, and add the onions, seasoning with some salt and pepper. Sauté the onions until they are translucent.
When the onions are ready, add the cubed ham, sugar, pepper flakes, chili powder, and old bay seasoning.
Let things cook together a bit and taste, adding more seasonings as you desire.
You may add the olive oil at this point or leave it out if you like. I often leave it out.
Now dump the (by now cooked) rice and peas into the pot and mix together. Taste again and adjust seasonings if you desire.
I suspect you could use Creole or Cajun seasoning in place of Old Bay seasoning and get something different, but also good.
Now that I look at it again, I’m not so sure about the tablespoon of old bay seasoning. I’d start with a teaspoon and taste, and then work up from there. I don’t usually measure when I make this, and when I typed it out I kinda guessed at some of the amounts.
One other thing - don’t forget the sugar, it needs that little touch of sweetness.
I trip up on the putting away as well. Hate that part.
I am :mad: and :mad: and :mad: some more.
Just talked to husband. Asked if I could go ahead and book the plasterer for next week.
NO.
:mad:
He wants to wait for the roofer to finish.
I thought the roofer HAD finished!
:mad:
Ooh-so pissed. This was going to work so well and all fit together. Damn it. Now I will live in a KOA campground atmosphere for who knows how long? This roofer says to husband: maybe today, or “sometime next week”.
I will be calling roofer and nailing him to [del]the wall[/del] an exact day.
:mad: for good measure. Off to eat lunch. Bah. Phooey. Humph. Tcha.
Now for some TMI and probably some pointing and laughing.
A bird pooped on my head about half an hour ago. I was walking back from the front building, having eaten a lovely lunch in the break room, when I felt a splat on my head. At first I thought it was starting to rain cause it’s supposed to, heck, even is right now. Nope. No rain. Just cloudy. I felt the top of my head. EWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!! BIRD POOP!!! :eek:
I’m glad we have shampoo and stuff here at work and bathrooms with nice deep sinks, showers and tubs. I had to warsh muh haid!
Quit pointing and laughing at me! I hear and see everyone of you! Meanies!
…snerk…snort…giggle. I’m sorry, I just couldn’t help it. However, to make you feel better I’ll tell you my bird poop stories.
Story number 1: I was visiting a friend who lived on Vashon Island, which is located in Puget Sound, for those of you unfamiliar with the PNW.
Anyhoo, the friend was trying to set me up with a guy. I met the guy, we seemed to hit it off, and we were having a very nice time chatting. Until, that is, I felt a very cold and very big “splat” on my arm. Yes, a seagull had pooped on me. Seagull poop is very gross compared to regular bird poop, trust me. There is also A LOT of it!
Story number 2: I was in high school, and was walking to lunch at a diner located a block or so from my school. When…KER-SPLAT! A bird pooped on my head. I had very long, very thick hair then. It really sucked.
So, you’re not alone, but still it’s funny. C’mon, you know it is…
I think we ought to just hit Crystal City. It’s close, there’s a ton of restaurants, and we can either decide now or decide then on what we’re hungry for.
Criminal Justice and Eastern Studies (She’s learning Arabic.). She’s hoping for an internship with Homeland Security.
And, yes, she’s cute. Actually, she’s more than cute. She is gorgeous. (Green eyes, brunette curly long hair, size 4.)
She does have a boyfriend currently but of course not nearly good enough for her mother. Nice enough but not as smart as she is like, say, somebody studying physics.
bumba, sounds yummy. Do you get Daisy Cooks on your pbs station? She shows you how to cook lots of spanish recipes and “es-plains” the different sauces and seasonings.
rigs, um why do you have to wait til after the roofer is done?
Ah, swampy, tis nuttin. As the owner of the Squatter Cockatiel, I get pooped on quite regularly. Luckily, his are pretty compact and don’t usually splat.
I told her all the more reason she needs to go for a doctorate. 