Saturday, April 05, 2014

A good day for staying in.

The local BBQ joint makes the best ribs on earth, so I ordered a large order last night, nibbled around on a couple of them and brought them home. This morning I tumped the ribs into the crock pot with some garbanzo and white beans, and a roll of mild breakfast sausage. Also popped in some beef bullion gel and some roasted garlic, and it made up a fairly decent pot of beans.  Nice when the cooking is easy and tends itself.

It's cold and wet, which we desperately need in this drought-stricken place. A little on the chilly side, but I'll take it. At least I've got puppies to snuggle.
Today I got out a bunch of perfume and decanted some samples for a couple of friends. I usually wear nitrile gloves for that task, but didn't bother today, for some reason.  My hands stink now, but it's a good kind of stink. It's a big stress-reliever to play around with the vials and bottles and girlie things. I need to do this more often.

I knew things were going too well with my Research class.  Another person in my group is a go-getter and we've been lighting a fire the whole way under the other 5 group members. Unfortunately, they are mule-headed and lazy, so it looks like we're going to have to drag them kicking and screaming the whole way. This is disappointing, because the other go-getter and I sort of engineered things so that we'd finish our project early with room to spare and hopefully with a shoo-in for an A.  She and I have decided we'll do our utmost with the material we have, but that we won't do our work and theirs, too. Let the chips fall where they may.

Recently discovered the insanely funny Squidbillies from Adult Swim. Profane in a way that is, for me, therapeutic.


I've started sniffing around for a job, and I have to get serious about it. Hopefully I can find something I'll enjoy that won't make my summer stressful - I need a break from the high-tension existence. One down-side to my teeth meeting since my surgery is that now I can grit them.  Chipped a tooth a few weeks back.  Joy.

Counting the minutes until semester is over.

1 comment:

Old NFO said...

There are always hangers on... Dump em...