Up, caffeinated, and sheveled. Off to work. Working a split shift today. It’s supposed to be nice today.
I learned yesterday that I should have had the slow cooker on low instead of high - the pulled poke was almost poke mush. 12 hours on high is a big much, yes? It mostly tasted OK, and there are 3 bags in the freezer for future meals. Today I’ll make a big batch of sloppy joes, some for tonight, most for the freezer.
Foggy morning here, and chilly in the house because we ran out of pellets overnight and **FCD **didn’t think to dump another bag in before he came to bed. The hopper was too full when I headed back. No biggie - it was still in the mid-60s and the animals do sleep in fur coats. All good. 
Laundry and vacuumin’ and more work on tidying the 2 bedrooms. Plus someone is coming to get the mirrored doors. I need to take down the hardware and I want to move everything out to the garage before she gets here. I’ll be glad to have them gone. And I think I’ll concentrate on the larger bedroom - it’s close to being ready. I may even take down the curtains and launder them. Maybe even wash the windows. We shall see how much energy I have.
Meanwhile, I’m caffeinating while my sweetie snoozes on.
Happy Saturday!
Bob Evans has pissed me off. :mad::mad::mad::mad::mad: They changed from Coke to Pepsi products. They shall hear of my displeasure. Plus I won’t go there for breakfast any longer. ick.
The fog is starting to lift. **FCD **just left with the trash and recycling. I’m about to gather the laundry and start the first load. Good times, good times.
Happy Saturday!
Up, caffeinating,breakfasting, towels and sheets in the wash, puppy crate cleaned. Once KP is done, I have a lazy rainy day. I may take the old TV and the recycling down the street to the recycling center, but no concrete plans for anything.
First load is in the washer. Mirrored doors are in the garage awaiting pickup. When I swap out the laundry loads, I’ll bring the power drill up and remove the door hardware. Hope she comes soon to get it all.
Yep, excitement reigns!
Irking on a Saturday?? Why yes. Of course being the boss is fun, not.
I only have to be here til one pm and then I am off til Moanday. I have a ton of housework and laundry to do. I may or may not do it today. I am tahred. Even though it was a short week they always seem longer for some reason.
**Butters **- I’m with you on the long short weeks. Four days felt like 6 or 7 - I can’t imagine what it was like for you, having been out as long as you were. Sorry you have to work.
Not that I’m idle - in fact, I’m sweating!! I vacuumed, then cleaned the vacuum and the filters. Towels are in the dryer, jeans in the washer, and the whole house is open. I just finished removing the tracks from the 2 closets. Waiting on “Tammy” to contact me to say she’s on her way.
Tomorrow after lunch, my sister and the accordion buyer are coming over. Other than that, chores and reading and whatever.
Mooommm 12 hours on high is too much. Low is better. I’m usually aiming to turn mine into carnitas, so I switch it to stove top for the last bit. Also, you take that back about Bob Evans. They are one of the few things I miss about Missouri (odd how it’s mostly restaurants :p). It’s not fancy food, but it’s yummy. Also, around here we drink Pepsi. When logging tanked, and the recession hit, Pepsi bottling was one of the few large employers that stayed in the area. We tend to be Pepsi folks.
My hubby called me at 5:45 am from the Bay Area. He had missed his flight to Atlanta on the way to Amsterdam (technically the plane was still on the ground, but Delta wasn’t going to let him on - :mad:). Delta also declined to re-book him, for a trans-Atlantic flight that cost a few thousand (we’re touching on one of the many reasons that I myself do not fly Delta). In any case, he needed help. I rendered what help I could, let the dogs out, and then staggered back to bed.
It’s in the 30s-ish, and we have snow flurries and rain around us. Who knows which we’ll get. Today is groceries and laying about.
**Sunny **- yep, I figured out that 12 hours on high was too much. It was 5 in the morning and I wasn’t braining well. But as an admitted Pepsi person, I don’t know if I can take you seriously. 
Jeans are hung in their respective closets, shirts are in the dryer, and whites are in the washer. Still haven’t heard from the woman who wants the doors - she better not be leading me on, dammit!
I can’t get motivated to attack the bedrooms. I’ll get to them today, but I don’t want to. I’d rather veg. Alas…
We have N.O.L.ed upon pizza because somebody was jonesin’ for pizza. So majik intartoobz pizza it was. That has been the major excitatement of the day so far.
Can I brag a little? It’s a secondhand brag.
The Nephew is in 1º ESO (7th grade). It’s the first year at the Jesuits, the Nuns cover Primaria (K to 6th). Over a year ago he declared he wants to be a primary school teacher; his mother was against it (and what isn’t she against). One of the exchanges they had in front of me was “boys don’t become primary school teachers!” “of course not, men do.” Note that his K teacher and several of his homeroom teachers had been male SiL isn’t very good at either logic or reality.
SiL recently went to her first parent-teacher conference with his current homeroom teacher. She started asking about the academic side and the teacher said “actually I have zero interest in talking about that. Let me tell you about a problem he solved for me instead.”
One of the other students is a transfer from another school; the teacher wasn’t being able to control him. The Nephew asked for permission to handle it himself “but we’ll have to go out to the hallway”. The teacher, having heard his reputation as a miracle worker, granted permission. The two boys spent most of an hour walking up and down and up and down; whenever they walked in front of the door (which has a glass panel), she could see the transfer speaking agitatedly. Eventually they reentered, both sat down… not a problem from the new boy since (we had a couple of similar situations in my class; the transfer student calmed down as soon as they understood that one, we didn’t have anything against them, and two, they didn’t have anything to gain by repeating the behavior that had gotten them transferred).
My nephew is a Troubled Student Whisperer. And I think I know why: often when you’ve got problems, and even more so if you’re a child, the hardest thing is getting someone, anyone, to actually listen. Actually let you finish your thoughts. Actually pay attention, without dismissing your worries or trying to solve a problem you still haven’t finished explaining or getting irritated.
I understand that his mother, who’s been planning which medical specialty was he going to study since before he was born, is now starting to muse that “well, if he does want to study pedagogy the entrance requirements aren’t as strict as for medical school…” Which he’d meet anyway, but he’s got as much interest in being ‘a doctor like mommy’ as I have in being a ballet dancer. A male ballet dancer.
Nava Congratulations to your nephew! He might also want to consider being a child psychologist. It sounds like his skill set and he could do a lot of good. Perhaps plant that seed for him to consider without his mother around.
Happy Saturday!
It’s cold, wet, rainy, and miserable.
The cat has gone out twice and each time he was back at the door within seconds asking to be let back in.
The dog isn’t too thrilled about going out either.
Swampy, he may think drawsting bags look ‘f-aaaaaa-bu-lous’ but he is much too rough with them.
I’m having a bit of a grumpy morning, which I shouldn’t be since I got a decent night’s sleep last night.
Everything is plucking my nerves this morning, especially commercials. I always have the TV on when I am working and if I have to hear everyday is a winding road, *for I can’t help falling in love *, or you can go your own way, I think I shall scream. While Cheryl was never one of my favs I don’t dislike her, but I’m starting to. I hear that everybody just luvs the extra commercial, but the singer has that whiney tone in her voice that grates on my nerves. The people singing Fleetwood Mac sound out of tune or something… I don’t know but it is annoying. Surely they could have found better singers.
Toss in a few Big Lots Joy to the World and Uncle Ben’s I Want Yoooooooouuuuu to Show Me the Way, and Put on a Happy Face. people who write commercials are surely Satan’s spawn.
I should get back to irk and keep my grumbling to myself.
Last load in the dryer. **FCD **is snoozing. I tidied a little bit in the bedrooms - it’s a start.
“I’m sure you’re wrong. If you’d just give it a fair chance, I’m sure you’d love it!”*
Don’t you just hate that?
One of the reasons I quit watching FoodTV was their “It’s our way or the highway” attitude towards a lot of things.
I developed a serious dislike of Alex Guarnaschelli recently after hearing her chirp: “Arugula is peppery!” You know how to some people cilantro tastes like soap? Well, to some people, arugula doesn’t taste peppery, it just tastes bitter. I’m one of those people.
I’ve quit ordering salads in restaurants because of it. I don’t want that nasty stuff on my plate.
But obviously I’m wrong, and just need to give it a fair chance. :dubious:
Anyway, enough bitching. Y’all have a wonderful Saturday!
And don’t eat any arugula.
Unless you want to.
I have in my possession one box of Girl Scout cookies. Do Si Dos, aka peanut butter roundups. Yes, the box is a single serving.
I prefer Pepsi.
What is up with this weather? When I crawled out of the biopod this AM, the sun was out without a cloud in the sky. Six hours later, it looks like New Caprica a month after the Cylons dropped in for a visit.
There are rumors of possible flooding. I thought this stuff was scheduled for April???
I find the biggest differences in soda come from what century they last adjusted the water/syrup mix.
If ever.
Postmix soda is a crapshoot. It can be good or vile without rhyme or reason.
Yay for Navanephew! Does he fix adults that act like children as well? 
Bit annoyed at myself today; it was sunny and 5°C, so perfect weather for clearing out the hive o’ dead bees (dry, too cold for the neighbouring bees to be flying, but not so cold the back roads are icy). Which was something I needed to get done, but I totally forgot there was a tree grafting workshop on today that I’ve been planning on going to for weeks, so I missed it. There was plenty of time to do both, but I plain forgot.
Oh well, maybe next year.
If anyone was wondering, there weren’t very many dead bees in the hive, and I couldn’t find any larvae or a queen, and in this climate, I would have expected there to be some by January, and I know there were live bees the last week of last year. It’s possible they just lost the queen in autumn, so there was nothing I could have done.
They definitely didn’t starve, the hive was full of honey. Some of which I should be able to save for new bees… I reckon I am going to try get some more.
**Bumba **- back when Coke’s diet option was TAB *<shudder> *I drank Diet Pepsi. And while it’s not my preference, I have been known to drink it on occasion, but I much prefer Diet Coke. And, yanno, “some of my friends drink Pepsi…”
<snerk>
Takes me back to boot camp when one ditz in our company said “I’m not prejudiced - I dated a black guy once!” Which has nothing to do with Coke/Pepsi/RC (do they still make RC?)
I will say, tho, I have never liked a store brand diet cola. They all seem to be nasty. The flavored ones - like orange or grape - are usually palatable, but cola seems to be a tricky formula.
I’ve got a pot of sloppy joes simmering on the stove - they smell yum. Dunno if we’ll eat them tonight or tomorrow - we’ve both been kinda grazing all day. I think I’ll boil a dozen eggs, too. **FCD **seems to like to grab a couple for a quick breakfast.