you don’t need cookies.
you have Glen Wesley!
Yeah, but I had to give him back.
::kicks toe in the sand::
Now how do I get Girl Scout Cookies? Do they sell them after the drive?
Supermarkets. They always have booths set up at supermarkets to sell the extra boxes (former GS leader checking in…). Go forth and get thee cookies.
Ooh…Oohh! Right here. I love giardiniera all over a bunch of different stuff: pasta, sandwiches, eggs sometimes. I actually tried my hand at making a batch not long ago. It was too salty and overseasoned (basil, oregano, etc) but I can fix that next time. The veggie texture was fantastic and totally different from the jarred stuff. I should give it another try.
recipe please
I don’t know what to add.
Me either.
how about a column of numbers? 
Just back from a VERY brisk walk with Daughter. The windchill must be below zero. It is flurrying out. It felt good, but my face is now frozen solid.
Busy day tomorrow. How does this happen?
I hate you. 
Best I’ve gotten is one of the RBC flunkies. 
Employee is not fired, she went to the hospital instead(NO I DID NOT MAIM OR KILL HER!!!) Evil assistant is out sick until her vacation, so I’m working open to close till Tuesday. Sigh.
I have never had kimchee, is the stuff in a jar any good, Haze? Still time to marry me.
First on 10!
::flings confetti::
eta: now I can go to sleep
runrunrunrunrunrunSLAMvroomvroomskreeeeevroooooooooooom
I would run over my own mother for some Samoas.
On another note, I took care of my saurkraut jones tonight. Mmmm, hot dogs that were supposed to be a polish sausage. (Friday is run out of everything night at the local pub.)
And now, to round out this post about food, I’m going to have some more coconut creme Hershey’s Kisses. I have a new favorite.
Things are looking up here in Taterland. Let’s just say I nearly lost something very precious to me. In fact, I thought that as of the 1st of April, I was going to have to face a life-changing event that was going to cause much pain to everyone involved.
This morning, I received a very good piece of news. There’s a long road ahead of us and much work, but we’re willing to do it.
I’m still kind of in shock, but right now, I’m a little happier. I haven’t had much a chance to read through the whole MMP, but I am sending appropriate hugs, yays and boos to all who need them.
I want to thank you all for your incredibly kind words, support and hugs, even those of you who wasn’t sure what going on, but knew only that I was in pain.
You all have been a Godsend to me.
Well, we still don’t know much more than that, but that’s ok. I’m (we’re) just glad that you’re here and all in one piece. It’s nice to know that the light at the end of the tunnel is NOT the light of an oncoming train. It’s nice to know that our random silliness and minutiae is good for something! Sleep well and long.
I have given up on JellyBlocks for now. I’m on level 60-something and I just can’t get it. The sad fact is that I did them all once last year. I do wish Mac had spider solitaire on it. <sigh>
I suppose I’ll go to bed.
{{{{{Taters}}}}}}
{{{{{Anybody else who needs one}}}}}
Now, I have to say
AAAAAAAAAARGH!
about the woman who called at 9 precisely wanting to know about accomodations first in mid-July, then in mid-June to the end of August for something “between 10 and 20 people”. She was quite nice, but twenty minutes later I just wanted her to GO. AWAY. I don’t really mind such open-ended inquiries except when I’m trying to GO HOME ALREADY!!!
snugs Taters Good that things are looking up. 
Tomorrow should be fun, later in the day my friend suggested we go driving. I said sure and asked her what we were going to do, suggested going to see the roughnecks (because the game is free tomorrow night!!) and she said “No, we need the practice behind the wheel.”
I didn’t think she meant driving driving, I thought she meant us hanging out while her fiance drove us around and did random things. So I hope I won’t wreck her fiance’s car… I’m not a bad driver but I’ve only ever driven in a student vehicle which people actually watch out for…
Spent an hour on the phone tonight with cute guy I’m interested in. Yay! Now off to bed so I won’t be tired at the zoo.
Man oh man, there is no way I’m even thinking of trying to catch up.
Flew yesterday - late but we made it to our hotel in Phoenix by 1 am, thanks to an absolutely manic cab driver. Took in a ball game this afternoon and drove up to Kingman this evening. Where I sit watching some prison show on MSNBC.
Tomorrow, we go here then do other random seeing of sights. By the way, there’s this stretch of very interesting, mountainous, winding highway called Hwy 93 that runs roughly between Phoenix and I-40. It’s about 70-something miles of knuckle crunching fun. Well, at night in total blackness it is anyway. Sunday I drive back the same way - but during the day.
Ok, beer time, then sleep time.
I’m bored (what else is new?).
I’ve decided that I need a new sig, but what should it be? Currently I am campaigning for Q.E.D., but the political tone has turned a bit hostile as of late around here. In the past I’ve also had a tribute to The Threadkillers ™, but we currently don’t have an active thread going. Sure I could go with my status as “Resident Troublemaker”, but I promised **Tuba ** that I would do my best to keep that title in the MMP and not go around causing trouble outside of here. Last time that happened it was “Please come home for Christmas, If not for Christmas by New Years night” for me.
So, I’m opening it up for a vote. Suggest anything, anything at all. I will humbly replace my sig with whatever your evil little hearts can come up with. I’ll take all submissions until the next MMP, in which I’ll let whoever has the highest post count in this thread decide which one to pick. Current post tally:
It looks like rosie is winning so far, with a comfortable lead as well. Remember the rules so, no post padding.
Kimchii and marriage all at once. My head is spinning.
So glad to hear better news, Taters! :: more hugs ::
So, wanna get the lowdown on the ridiculousness that is my life? A bunch of us got together and went to a pub trivia thing, then hung out back at my place. New England Gentleman brought his latest ladyfriend, who started this entire argument about racism and post-colonialism that exasperated a lot of us (especially me, as that was my speciality in grad school, but I won’t get started about that here). Eventually people left in ones and twos until Minister’s Lad was left. He seemed to be lingering a bit - I imagined because he was still a little bit drunk and wanted to clear his head before he had to drive - but I was really tired, so I was kind of encouraging him to leave sooner rather than later.
And then he tried to kiss me.
:eek:
I always had a mild inkling that Minister’s Lad liked me, but he never hit on me unless he was drunk, and in my experience most of my guyfriends hit on me when they’re drunk, so I never thought much of it. Oh my God, it was so awkward. We’re good enough friends that I felt like I owed him some kind of explanation that wasn’t just “I’m just not that into you,” so I stammered about having to leave for Korea soon and how I just wasn’t really looking for anything at this point, and how I wouldn’t mind hooking up with him for a night or whatever but that I really didn’t want to risk our friendship just for a night or two of fun (which was totally true, for the record).
“Is this all because of That Guy?” was the first question he asked.
Have I mentioned I’m a terrible liar? The answer just was apparent on my face. He thought it was a bit weird that I was still hung up on That Guy, which is fair enough because as far as Minister’s Lad knows That Guy and I haven’t hooked up since last April. “That Guy was a long time ago,” he pointed out. Of course, I couldn’t tell him that the last time That Guy and I hooked up was actually this past Monday. :smack: I think I managed to convince him that I’m just a messed-up girl with serious issues (which is not wholly untrue). I almost just flat-out told him that That Guy and I hadn’t ended anything, because I felt like the only person I was protecting was, well, That Guy, which he totally does not deserve. But Minister’s Lad and That Guy are best friends, and I didn’t want to be a snitch. I could just imagine the situation escalating to the point where Minister’s Lad would tell Victorian Heroine the whole thing. That is the LAST thing I want.
There really is no good way to reject someone, but this was just . . . ugh. I feel terrible now. I so do not need another complication in my life at this point.