Busy With The Waiting
Nothing going on here, folks. Nothing at all. Just doing the basic holiday stuff of tree, wrapping the stuff for the kids, and shooing the small-handed away from pulling the decorations down in their zeal to examine it all, up close and personal. Made a lot of breakfasty bread for the freezer. Contemplating the cookie scene.
Mostly awaiting the furry ones who will come home Saturday. Something like 76 hours from now. All awaits.
And speaking of waiting, If you haven't wished Babs some rousing good luck for tomorrow, as she takes the big plunge and joins the Polygrip Nation, please do so. Her harrowing saga of the road to having those traitorous teeth removed will raise your neck hairs: Dodging near-death escapades on the table! Leaping hurdle after hurdle thrown up by the trolls from the State of New York! And not having had a salad for over a year! Yet still, she keeps her wicked, twisted sense of humor. All is far from certain, though, except for the certainty of further head-smacking.
She deserves better but clearly won't get it.
Anyway, go wish her luck, (not that it'll do any good, mind you), but what else can one do from the internet? Here's hoping that in 24 hours, she is toothless and pumped full of really great pain killers.
And that Brad Pitt and Colin Firth are her home nurses. Because if anyone deserves that, it is Babs.
Mostly awaiting the furry ones who will come home Saturday. Something like 76 hours from now. All awaits.
And speaking of waiting, If you haven't wished Babs some rousing good luck for tomorrow, as she takes the big plunge and joins the Polygrip Nation, please do so. Her harrowing saga of the road to having those traitorous teeth removed will raise your neck hairs: Dodging near-death escapades on the table! Leaping hurdle after hurdle thrown up by the trolls from the State of New York! And not having had a salad for over a year! Yet still, she keeps her wicked, twisted sense of humor. All is far from certain, though, except for the certainty of further head-smacking.
She deserves better but clearly won't get it.
Anyway, go wish her luck, (not that it'll do any good, mind you), but what else can one do from the internet? Here's hoping that in 24 hours, she is toothless and pumped full of really great pain killers.
And that Brad Pitt and Colin Firth are her home nurses. Because if anyone deserves that, it is Babs.
Labels: Friends in the Computer, The Life Rural
posted by Diana at 9:35 AM
12 Comments:
Ahhhhh, thanks for that Diana.
In fairness, while I've not been able to eat *proper* salad (as in lettuce) I have been able to get by on squishy tomatoes.
And on cucumbers.
{I just KNOW someone is going to interpret that the wrong way. Ahem}
Gah! holiday cheer. No time. no time. Cooking, baking, decorating. Ahhhhrrrgggghhhh. (Teri becomes buried under seasonal obligations/papers/exams)
You will post pictures of the furry ones as soon as you can, right?
Diana, you're so nice. Poor Babs. I hope she will be toothless soon as well and I will go wish her well.
Babs, I was thinking yuck when you mentioned the squishy tomatoes and cucumbers and didn't interpret it the wrong way until you said something and then I giggled. So you can blame no one but yourself for that.
Teri, I would come over and unbury you but that whole not driving thing makes it difficult. This is why I hang out with my sister's in-laws for Christmas. I don't have to cook or decorate.
Before you come looking for me to smush me for my smugness, remember that I am lonely in my singleness and am drifting through life aimlessly, waiting for Prince Charming to open up his freakin' eyes already!
Best of luck to Babs! I was unable to pull up the link. Dang it! I hope that everything goes well and understand the frustration of not being able to eat proper foods because of teeth.
Cookies. Yum! I have been contemplating trying out baking skills this year.
Babs- I am shocked, SHOCKED, that anyone here would put any connotation on "cucumbers" other than the cylindrical vegetable used in salads and on crudite platters with a saucer of ranch dressing for dipping. Now, had you said "zucchini"...
Teri- Nonono! No thinking of all the obligations! Think of the cozy time after the exams and papers and before the next term of exams and papers. (Like you could get away from pictures of the furry ones, tcha! Even if you avoid the blog, I have your e-mail.)
Dana- Nothing must happen to Babs. (Hear that, O Universe?) As Queen, you should be able to do something about it all.
Beth- Oh do! Do make cookies. Have Dana over to do it. She can't skive off on ALL the holiday stuff. Cookies are easy. Just don't burn them.
You bake bread?? *Drops to her knees in abject worship* Good God, how... accomplished! And cookies! Am making myself tired - and GI-impaired - just picturing it.
Will visit Babas and wish her a gummy recovery. Babs, whatever elese you do, DO NOT SPIT OU THE BLOOD! Believe me. Alveolitis hurts like a mother and no one warned me.
And you, Diana, damn you and the mare you rode in on for lumping Firth and Pitt together - Pitt wishes!
[Actually Babs, don't know if you've read my comment replying to yours, but your blog hates me, it hardly ever opens for me and doesn't allow me to leave comments, so chances are I won't be able to read the toothy story. WHY??]
Beth- Link fixed. Our Babs made some additions to the first linked entry, which changed the title, which destroyed the link that Jack built.
Johnny- *gasp* NO! A day without Babs is like a day without sarcastic, hilarious sunshine. Can you get there from here? Is it a Blogger thing or a Portie thing? Or is your computer inhabited by evil gremlins who censor what sites you can view? As for the lumping of the boys, well, this is Babs' fantasy, not mine. In her defence, though, I think she'd put Firth in first. We'll give him the night shift, shall we? Baking bread is easier than buying it. If you can stir a bowl of "wet" ingredients (eggs, oil, orange juice, etc) into a bowl of "dry" ingredients (flour, sugar, baking soda and powder, a bit of salt, spices), pour it into a baking pan and bake it for an hour, that is it. Yeast breads are a breeze if you have a bread machine. Truly mindless. Nothing like fresh bread. Ooooh! Lookie that! Breakfast time. Ta.
Orange juice? In bread? Isn't that, well, weird?
Dee Em, you have to add something sweet when you bake bread, especially if you're baking a yeast bread, because yeast uses sugar to do it's yeasty, dough-rising, light-and-fluffy loaf magic.
I generally use sugar, not orange juice. And I'm a milk-in-the-dough sort of person. I miss baking. someday I'll have time and a proper kitchen again...
Dana and Teri- Actually, my recipe for cranberry bread (off the Ocean Spray cranberry wrapper) calls for 3/4 cup OJ per loaf. It is quick bread, not a yeast bread. I'm sure you could do a yeast bread with OJ, though. Probably would be good.
ohhhh, cranberry bread. Yummy! You're not all that far from me - only an hour or three...(Teri contemplates going for a drive, following the baking smells until her nose leads her to Diana's holiday cheer headquarters, errrrr, house.)
I've seen juice added to rye breads, in lieu of the sugar and milk thing.
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