**swampy **- I don’t have all that many, and I don’t think I want the stains in my driveway. I’ll just whack 'em. It’ll be theraputic. 
Maybe the side of a hatchet?
(((Taters))))
Driving Husband was over, for the first time in ages. We played with Nat, and now I am definitely doing chores. Right now. I am right now mending Mr. Lissar’s jacket. Instead of thinking about eating cake and chocolate. Which I might do. I still have both.
I never made myself a really chocolately chocolate iced cake for my birthday. I’ll do that this weekend.
Small dabs of explosives.
Not really, but those things are seriously hard to get into. Once you get the husks off, you’re faced with a lump of something that may as well be granite. For a handful, you can use a bench vise or C-clamp to crack them. Otherwise, driving over them is a time-honored, if weird, way.
However you do it, do it outside and wear disposable clothes. An unofficial badge of honor for us at the Renaissance Faire is brown splots on our garb from walnuts falling on us. The stuff in the pods is dark brown and indelible. Those things are dangerous as well - the combo of an impenetrable core, the fleshy pod and the brown goo make for a very slippery thing to step on. At Faire, I’m constantly kicking the things off the paths so unaware patrons don’t find out the hard way.
I don’t know why, but I’ve been having some “survivor’s guilt” lately. Everywhere I look, friends are unemployed or underemployed, and every day, the news brings reports of large-scale layoffs, such as the recent ones at Yahoo and eBay.
Makes me glad that I didn’t find my way into a tech company. My employer’s doing so well that we’re not having layoffs - instead, we’re gearing up to absorb over 100,000 employees in a few months. Seeing as my specialty is end-user management, I’ll be really popular. But it still gives me an uneasy feeling to see all these other layoffs.
If you need a hug, take one. If you have a hug, give one.
(Corny, I know.)
But it’s my way of saying hugs to all!
I just got home from grocery shopping and I’m very tired and hoping to head to bed soon.
Home. I’m having grilled cheese and New England clam chowder.
{{{{Taters}}}}
Wear rubber gloves. I cannot stress this enough.
Sorry, didn’t read the last 4 pages. I came home from work (on time) and took a long hot bath and got into my jams. I wandered around the Dope etc and thought, “well, surely it is time for TDS and bed–it feels like midnight.” I looked at my clock: 730pm here (this was a bit ago).
Gah. More tired than your average bear. May just go to sleep soon…
Sigh … it’s the weekend. I really, really hope I get to sleep in tomorrow, 'cause I am super tired! I still can’t keep up with you lot, since I can’t Dope at work.
Up, off to work.
You’re the one who takes longest to break up into wailing tears? I know I am.
Had the Inaugural Dinner with the people from work on Wednesday. The menu was appropiate for coeliacs, but Sheboss wasn’t in, snap; Heboss got kidnapped by The Steamroller and Ultraboss (who is the steamroller’s boss but you’d never think it) so he couldn’t come either. So it was Energetic Girl, Math Girl, their friend Venezuela Girl, the Boy and me.
The three girls brought beer which they had at home since the last house party and Venezuela brought two potato omelettes as well. We chopped up cherry tomatoes in one bowl, fake-crab sticks in another and brought chopped-up lettuce, olive oil, salt and vinegar to the table for Make Your Own Salad. Then there was solomillo, which according to the label is called “pork fillet tenderloin,” and for dessert small fruits (blackberries, blueberries, chopped-up strawberries, diced golden apple) and non-sugar-added cream.
The Boy said he wasn’t going to have tenderloin, as he was full and we’d also eaten a lot at lunch (a different boss took us out), but when he saw it he suddenly discovered there was still some room.
Recipe:
one tenderloin serves three. Other ingredients: bacon strips, a bit of salt (optional), a bit of oil (also optional but it may be too dry otherwise).
While the oven heats up, place the whole lightly-salted tenderloin(s) on it. Curl three stripes of bacon around each tenderloin (if you know someone will skip on the bacon, use two strips for one tenderloin). Pour a bit of oil over it. If you’re using a regular baking pan, place a foil cover over it.
When the oven’s hot, set the temperature down to what you’d normally use for chicken. Stick the pan in. It will start smelling yummy about 25 minutes later (more like 30min if you’re using a pan with a well-closing cover). Leave it in for about five more minutes. Serve with its own juices: each portion comes with a bacon strip.
If you’re going to add a side (mashed potatoes for example), add more oil so you have more juices to use as gravy.
Good Mornin’ Y’all! Up and caffienatin’ on a very rainy Firday. At least it’s Firday!
After work, I have visions of gettin’ a haircut. I say visions cause if’n it’s still really ick out, I may decide I can do that tomorrow afternoon. A friend gave us some homemade sausages. Thus, dindin tonight shall be pancakes and homemade sausages. YUM!!!
Yays, boos, hugs, trouts, etc. as needed.
Time for more caffiene and brekkie foragin’.
Later Y’all!
Up and dressed. Not sure if I’m awake yet. Morning, everyone! Rise and shine! Or grump!
Rise and Grump! (Works for me.)
Woo hoo, HAPPY FIRDAY!!!
Up and caffeinating, that’s about all I can do right now. LOL At least it is Firday, there is that. YAY!
Ok, so this was a bit of an exaggeration for me. I’m not actually a grump, especially now that I am more awake. It’s going to be kind of a long day, but I am looking forward to donuts for breakfast. (They will be eaten in the name of research because I need to find a place that does donut holes for tomorrow’s party. And there are no calories in research, right???)
That would depend: are you in Thermochemistry? Cos if you are, there are.
Thermochemists are the chemists who measure how much energy a reaction gives out or absorbs. So all they do is count calories, they’re like the nerdiest possible version of Weight Watchers.
sick
GI illness
Ugh…
get better vibes, get better vibes, get better vibes
Happy Firday!
{{{Mumpers}}}
Today is the first day of my four day weekend! Yay! I’m taking off Monday just 'cuz. Really it’s because we’re having “Spotlight on Integrity” day at work. Ugh. Last year was the dumbest thing! We played stupid games that involved answering questions about integrity.
Last night I made the best stew ever! I had cooked the beef about 1-1/2 hours the night before, and just added diced NOTs, carrots, pearl onions and a handful of frozen peas and simmered for another hour. Dee-lish!
Tonight will be pan-fried tilapia, Crash NOTs, and a big salad.
The dogs actually let me sleep until almost 7:00! I’m almost done caffeinatin’, then I’ll eat some leftovers for breakfast. There is a wide variety to choose from!
I’m thinking about painting today. 
All together now …
GET BETTER SOON, SOAPY