It really is all about the flowers.
I have been out of sorts again. I know it is the season for that. I don’t want to get out of bed and I just feel blah. BLAH, I say. I’m working it tho. I get up. Shower and all that.
Nick decided that because the clutch was going out in the mini, for the second time, that we would trade it in for a CRV. I’m not excited about this. Mainly for financial reasons, but I would rather him driving something that works or won’t break down while he is driving to square dancing. So, we hustled down to the local Honda dealer on the 31st and bought on. Just like that. Snap, My Baby Drives A Honda…
I have been a bit upset with Nick’s mum. Because My Baby has a Honda, that is an automatic, she wants to drive. I’m sorry, but she scares the ever lovin shit out of me when she drives. I understand that she wants freedom to do stuff and get out and about, but really. When you cut parking close or back into people or stomp on the accelerator, them’s some grounds for and accident. Frankly, I will not be able to handle Nick and his family if she smashes into something and kills herself. Plus, insurance is quite high for her. When I say quite high, think teenager high. Ugh…
Speaking of Mum, I don’t understand her cooking methods. I was watching the Domestic Goddess Nigella Lawson the other day. She was making a roast chicken. She cut up her potatoes and carrots and onion and put them in a roasting pan with enough olive oil to coat them. Then, she slapped the chicken on top veggies, seasoned and roasted everything in the oven. This is what I instructed her to do with this bird. You use the vegetables as a roasting rack. First, we didn’t have red potatoes. So, I said, use the bag of potatoes and cut them up into smaller pieces then put everything on top. Thinking everything was good, I let it go. I do this with most things with her because I like picking my battles. The car is going to be one of them, again, I wish it was the roast chicken. So, I get home last night and I’m not feeling well (see above) and she has this bird splayed out on a wire rack roasting above the vegetables. Then she asks if the bird is done. The thermometer says it is. But, I can tell the potatoes aren’t done. They don’t have that roasted wrinkly skins I would have expected. The carrots, however, were a shriveled mess. So, I said put it back in there it needs more time. Mind you this was at 4:30 in the afternoon. So, I figured the potatoes had a good 45 minutes to finish and be wrinkly. So, I gather my yarn for this yarn swap and do some other things and Nick asks me to see if these things are done. The chicken is cold and the vegetables are now in the oven with the oven off. The potatoes aren’t even fork done. The carrots are a shriveled mess and the stove top stuffing is cold. I’m a bit upset at this point. Seriously, you turned the oven off because the chicken was done? I guess I don’t get it. I would have left everything in the oven to cook longer or until the potatoes are done. I was quite disappointed in the whole thing. It showed. Nick knows but not the reason. I have to decide if I am a baby about all this or if it is legit. You know, why and how am I upset.
Since I started spinning, I have had a few hanks of home spun thick-n-thin yarn around. It is in red and purple. Color ways I wouldn’t have picked. So, I decided to put these in this yarn swap that the Yarn Girls are having. I hope the love it. We will see what reaction we get.
I need to start doing better where Mum is concerned. I have tried various methods of managing things, but they don’t seem to work. I have some projects that require a full day of work around the house. Since Saturday and Sunday are taken up with shopping from 11:00 to about 3:00 that kills the day. I think I will start having Nick take her out and I do stuff. However, there are some things that I need Nick’s help with as it requires two people. So, I don’t know. I am going to have to ponder this equation until things work.
Oh.. interesting things are going on at MadTV. A person is setting herself up to be fired. Now, I will tell you , it is hard to get fired here. No, seriously, it is. But, this is funny. The Diva has called in for the past few days. Evidently, she had a panic attack and can’t get out of the house. I ‘listened’ in on the call. And she didn’t really sound like someone that is having a panic attack. No, she sounded like she was trippin on something. Reading the symptoms of such things, because the Pink Poodle had one about a month ago, all this doesn’t sound like a panic attack. I’ve had a panic attack. It isn’t fun, but I do know that calling your boss in the middle of one and telling her that you are having a panic attack isn’t a wise thing to do. She also couldn’t get out of the house. “I just can’t do it.” So.. she has called off sick. So, today, her hubby calls and tells us that she is in the hospital. So, after a few calls, they ask the question, which hospital? We would like to send flowers and make sure she is ok and everything and let her know we support her and all that snazzy stuff an employer does. He mumbled primrose or something like it, but she’s not there anymore because they moved her but he doesn’t know where (Really? How do you not know where your wife is? I would have been on that like white on rice.). HR has been involved from the beginning as this is the one that claims FLMA on stuff because her back ‘hurt’. That all appears to be legit with Dr’s excuses and all that. Anyway, HR called around to see where she was checked into, you know, to send flowers. They couldn’t find her anywhere. Oh… my. She may have nailed a big nail in the coffin lid and may not come out of it. I can’t believe what people do to skip out of work. There is a call in to her hubby to see where she is. You know, so we can send flowers. It really is all about the flowers.
Nick decided that because the clutch was going out in the mini, for the second time, that we would trade it in for a CRV. I’m not excited about this. Mainly for financial reasons, but I would rather him driving something that works or won’t break down while he is driving to square dancing. So, we hustled down to the local Honda dealer on the 31st and bought on. Just like that. Snap, My Baby Drives A Honda…
I have been a bit upset with Nick’s mum. Because My Baby has a Honda, that is an automatic, she wants to drive. I’m sorry, but she scares the ever lovin shit out of me when she drives. I understand that she wants freedom to do stuff and get out and about, but really. When you cut parking close or back into people or stomp on the accelerator, them’s some grounds for and accident. Frankly, I will not be able to handle Nick and his family if she smashes into something and kills herself. Plus, insurance is quite high for her. When I say quite high, think teenager high. Ugh…
Speaking of Mum, I don’t understand her cooking methods. I was watching the Domestic Goddess Nigella Lawson the other day. She was making a roast chicken. She cut up her potatoes and carrots and onion and put them in a roasting pan with enough olive oil to coat them. Then, she slapped the chicken on top veggies, seasoned and roasted everything in the oven. This is what I instructed her to do with this bird. You use the vegetables as a roasting rack. First, we didn’t have red potatoes. So, I said, use the bag of potatoes and cut them up into smaller pieces then put everything on top. Thinking everything was good, I let it go. I do this with most things with her because I like picking my battles. The car is going to be one of them, again, I wish it was the roast chicken. So, I get home last night and I’m not feeling well (see above) and she has this bird splayed out on a wire rack roasting above the vegetables. Then she asks if the bird is done. The thermometer says it is. But, I can tell the potatoes aren’t done. They don’t have that roasted wrinkly skins I would have expected. The carrots, however, were a shriveled mess. So, I said put it back in there it needs more time. Mind you this was at 4:30 in the afternoon. So, I figured the potatoes had a good 45 minutes to finish and be wrinkly. So, I gather my yarn for this yarn swap and do some other things and Nick asks me to see if these things are done. The chicken is cold and the vegetables are now in the oven with the oven off. The potatoes aren’t even fork done. The carrots are a shriveled mess and the stove top stuffing is cold. I’m a bit upset at this point. Seriously, you turned the oven off because the chicken was done? I guess I don’t get it. I would have left everything in the oven to cook longer or until the potatoes are done. I was quite disappointed in the whole thing. It showed. Nick knows but not the reason. I have to decide if I am a baby about all this or if it is legit. You know, why and how am I upset.
Since I started spinning, I have had a few hanks of home spun thick-n-thin yarn around. It is in red and purple. Color ways I wouldn’t have picked. So, I decided to put these in this yarn swap that the Yarn Girls are having. I hope the love it. We will see what reaction we get.
I need to start doing better where Mum is concerned. I have tried various methods of managing things, but they don’t seem to work. I have some projects that require a full day of work around the house. Since Saturday and Sunday are taken up with shopping from 11:00 to about 3:00 that kills the day. I think I will start having Nick take her out and I do stuff. However, there are some things that I need Nick’s help with as it requires two people. So, I don’t know. I am going to have to ponder this equation until things work.
Oh.. interesting things are going on at MadTV. A person is setting herself up to be fired. Now, I will tell you , it is hard to get fired here. No, seriously, it is. But, this is funny. The Diva has called in for the past few days. Evidently, she had a panic attack and can’t get out of the house. I ‘listened’ in on the call. And she didn’t really sound like someone that is having a panic attack. No, she sounded like she was trippin on something. Reading the symptoms of such things, because the Pink Poodle had one about a month ago, all this doesn’t sound like a panic attack. I’ve had a panic attack. It isn’t fun, but I do know that calling your boss in the middle of one and telling her that you are having a panic attack isn’t a wise thing to do. She also couldn’t get out of the house. “I just can’t do it.” So.. she has called off sick. So, today, her hubby calls and tells us that she is in the hospital. So, after a few calls, they ask the question, which hospital? We would like to send flowers and make sure she is ok and everything and let her know we support her and all that snazzy stuff an employer does. He mumbled primrose or something like it, but she’s not there anymore because they moved her but he doesn’t know where (Really? How do you not know where your wife is? I would have been on that like white on rice.). HR has been involved from the beginning as this is the one that claims FLMA on stuff because her back ‘hurt’. That all appears to be legit with Dr’s excuses and all that. Anyway, HR called around to see where she was checked into, you know, to send flowers. They couldn’t find her anywhere. Oh… my. She may have nailed a big nail in the coffin lid and may not come out of it. I can’t believe what people do to skip out of work. There is a call in to her hubby to see where she is. You know, so we can send flowers. It really is all about the flowers.