Author: Peg

Walking home from work – I didn’t stop and smell the roses. (It isn’t Rose Time.) Nor did I stop and smell the tulips. (Tulips are not worth bending over to smell.) But, I did enjoy them.

The Diet: The lying scale says I weigh more than I did when the diet started. Not acceptable.

The Spreadsheet From Hell: Spent all afternoon “revising”.

Chicken Livers and Apples for dinner tonight. You can always get really fine chicken livers around passover. Take that cholesterol.

Not much going on today. But, there is nothing wrong with that.

Mr C wanted to see what his head looked like this afternoon. I took a picture of it. Figured that would be better than having him look at it in a mirror and faint. It looks like a tiny little Chicago pizza.

We have had rain all day. The weather guy keeps telling us that tornadoes are lurking. I have my “good” camera at the ready in case one comes by. But, for now, the camera is doing a fine job of keeping the tornadoes away.

Spent the day working on my “Spreadsheet from Hell”. I think it is about as good as it is going to get.

We had some springtime today. And not a minute too soon. I was about to lapse into SADD.

Yesterday Mr C. had a little “procedure” on his head. This doctor punched a nice round hole in his scalp almost silver dollar size to excise some skin cancer. The hole was too big to sew up – he just has a nice round hole in the head. Well, Dr. Peg was changing the dressing this afternoon – and let the patient look at said nice round hole. I almost lost my patient. Had to revive him, right there in the bathroom.

Note to self: change dressing in the kitchen tomorrow – in a nice mirror free locale. I’ll treat him like a vampire.

About the sleeping air traffic controllers. I am not so sure the putting two controllers on duty will help. Remember the two Mesa Air pilots who fell asleep while flying a plane full of passengers from Honolulu to Hilo a few years back? The flight attendent had to go wake them up after they flew over the airport. (It is a 30 minute flight and was midmorning.) I am not making this up.

I used to work the night shift. It was my job. I stayed awake. What’s the big deal?

 

 

Confession at St Krispy Kreme – Forgive me father, I have Dunkin Donut-ed. The Chillax Church of St Krispy Kreme sent us the above bulk mail advertisement.

More religious news from the homestead. Attorney General Kenneth Cuccinelli has issued an opinion that it is OK to pack heat in the pews or choir as long as the owner has a good reason, namely “personal protection.”

I couldn’t make this shit up.

Speaking of chillaxing – that would be what I did today. No thinking about food or spreadsheets or anything for that matter. I didn’t even complain about it being cold and rainy.

Good news.

1. The spreadsheet from hell is coming along nicely. And the “customer” likes it. Now, all I have to do is make it “nurse-proof”.
2. The sun is shining and it is toasty warm.
3. The dreaded company dinner is an hour away and so far so good. Menu: Slightly baked salmon with guacamole sauce, cold sweet potatoes with cumin, nuked broccoli with tiny tomatoes and balsamic vinegar dressing. Dessert: mini vanilla cupcakes, big strawberries, chocolate truffles and coffee.

Cooking tip: Buy the biggest slab of salmon you can afford. Have the fish monger skin it. Oil your serving platter – I am assuming it is glass or china. Deposit said salmon slab on the platter. Now, rub some oil on the salmon. Put you favorite  seasonings – Cajun, teriyaki whatever… I am using mayo and topping every thing with panko crumbs. Pop the fish in a 200 degree oven for 45 minutes or “until done”. When it is done – I am going to put some  guacamole on top. This solves the problem of getting the big slab of salmon out of the baking dish onto the platter. Aside: It will not get brown.

The pivot tables are getting better. Now, maybe I can make it actually work and be “Nurse Proof” as well.

I finally figured out that it was my sinuses that are causing my hair to hurt.

Today’s issues…

1. It is still cold and damp
2. I am still too fat. But, I treated myself to a frozen Xmas cookie from the stash that I have hidden in the freezer under the veggies.
3. My hair still hurts.
4. And, the water heater seems to be on the fritz. It is a rented water heater. But, I don’t want to roust the maintenance guy out on the weekend. So – no hot water.
5. Carlton invited people for dinner on Monday. Good side to that is I can use the water heater and short notice as an excuse to let Whole Foods handle the details.

 

It is like this…

First. Today is free scones day here at the apartment building. See last Friday. And, I am still on a diet. One tiny lousy pound might have vanished. No scones for me.

Second. It is cold and rainy.

Third. Our elected representatives. Need I say more. But, I will anyhow. Michele Bachmann just told us in so many words that she would not support any measure to keep the doors of government opened if any funding goes to Planned Parenthood – because people should not have their tax money spent on things they don’t approve of. (Dangling Participle Alert). Well, now that is a girl I could get behind. We just  pay taxes for stuff that we personally want. And, maybe we can get a refund too – on stuff that didn’t work out too good? Like, say, Iraq?

Finally. I am trying to understand Excel Pivot Tables. But, all this is making my hair hurt.

Wrestling with the differences between Excel for PC’s and Excel for Mac’s and Open Office.

Some of my spreadsheets for the hospital have gotten too complex for anything except the PC version of Excel. Sigh. So much for compatibility.

Things are looking a little greener over looking south.

Went to the dentist this morning. My two front teeth started to disintegrate Monday morning. My front teeth are all patched up.  And, my dental insurance, AKA Vista Card, is five hundred lighter.

My “Be Nice to Carlton” program includes letting him invite people for dinner. I really don’t like doing dinner. I’d be OK with it if he would let it be buffet and everyone sit where-ever. But, those who know Carlton know that he always sits at the table and expects everyone to do likewise. We have nice seating at a table for two. We don’t have easy seating for four. And no seating for more than four.

Also, Carlton thinks that I am a great cook. Wrong. I am an OK cook. Carlton is absolutely no judge of cooking. As long as the fish and meat is cooked, the green beans overcooked, and has no garlic whatsoever, he likes it. Last night he said my tuna paddies were as good as crab cakes. For this I am grateful. But, he thinks my skills are greater than they are.

The sun came out this afternoon. But, it was cold and windy. So, I am still in hibernation mode. Spent 30 minutes tramping up and down the stairs this afternoon.

Loving Paul Ryan’s  proposed “Massive Budget Cuts”. I will allow as how everyone has to endure some cuts. The poor and elderly get services cut and the wealthy get taxes cut. Love the GOP – the party of unequal opportunity sacrifice.

Carlton is watching the news. There is an advertisement for Viagra on right now. One of the warnings is: If you experience sudden decrease or loss of  vision or hearing, stop taking Viagra and contact a doctor right away. Doesn’t this make you wonder about the intelligence of the pill popping American male?  Now, if all of a sudden I stopped hearing or seeing – I’d get my sorry ass to the Emergency Room ASAP.  But, am not a guy.

Since the sun was out this morning, I went on a search for that rather ominous crane that showed up yesterday. I think the resulting building  will not cause any lasting problems with our killer view. And, if it does, well, it is a rented killer view. Unless there has been some hanky panky with the building permits – I think it will be limited to about 12 floors.