If he wasn't confused by the beach, he wouldn't be Jerry.
So, I've been offline for 3 days, and I'm beginning to get the "we miss you" emails. Aww, I'm loved!
Don't worry, I'll probably be online for a bit tomorrow. In terms of my NaNo writing, I'm wonderfully ahead of schedule, which is always a good thing. My goal tonight was to reach 6700 words, and I finish tonight at 7,036 out of 50,000. Tomorrow, the minimum goal is 8950 words, but it looks like I'll also be able to finish Chapter Two as well.
Other than that, nothing much too exciting. In terms of work, two of my co-workers have finished their 6-month probationary period and have now permanent employment with the State (which is pretty much the equivalent of getting tenure if you're a teacher) Although, if you've been reading April's LJ, you will note that we had a bit of a refrigerator mishap in the last couple of days. About 2 or 3 days ago, we had begun to notice a rather foul smell coming from the refrigerator--every time we had opened it, we'd get hit in the face with an AWFUL odor. Yesterday morning, we emptied out the refrigerator, and the smell was gone. Thinking that it was some of the leftovers that had gone bad, we chucked some leftover chinese, and some leftover meatloaf that contained beef liver in it. Yes, beef liver by itself is quite disgusting, but when well disguised in say, a meatloaf, it actually very much enhances the flavor, not to mention gives the meatloaf a great nutritional boost. But it got chucked. And we put everything back in the refrigerator, thinking that problem was solved.
Yesterday, we'd been feeling a bit bleh, not really good. For some reason, the bowl of cereal I had yesterday just wasn't agreeing with me. We come home from work, have dinner, have glasses of milk with dinner. April takes a sip of her milk--and nearly pukes all over me. We found the cause of the mysterious odor: nearly a whole gallon of milk had gone bad--ONE FULL WEEK BEFORE THE PRINTED EXPIRATION DATE. Okay, fine, it DOES happen on very rare situations, but I stuck my finger in said milk, and found that it was unusally warm--for some reason, the fridge wasn't keeping things cold anymore. April turned up the fridge to its coldest setting. I fully expected to see ice in there this morning--and it was still lukewarm in there. Something was wrong with the fridge. I had called up the building manager at 9 AM today, told her what happened...came home, and gone was the old fridge. It had been replaced by a newer fridge that was in one of the unoccupied apartments. And much better--a shitload more room in both the freezer and fridge. And works perfectly.
However, before we had found out what the cause of this whole mess was, April had ranted about it in yesterday's LJ post, after she posted the newly revised list for her cookies. Some random LJ user (most likely someone who was searching for LJ users by interest, in this case, "New Paltz") saw that LJ, not knowing why we were having fridge problems, and blasted April: Don't take this the wrong way, but I was thinking of buying some cookies until I read this ... doesn't make your kitchen sound like the most sanitary place, what with sour milk, rotting meatloaf and beef livers. I honestly feel like barfing, not buying cookies now. You really might want to cut that part out. Fucking disgusting.
So, April had written a polite, but condescending reply back. You can check her LJ for that. For the record, April takes great pride in cooking not only for herself, but for anyone who she happens to cook or bake for. She makes sure she follows proper cleaning rules when handling food, makes sure counters and surfaces are cleaned, disinfected, the whole nine yards. Not only does she do this simply because it's the proper thing to do, but also because she doesn't want ANYONE to get sick from said food. In addition, she is living with a person who has Crohn's Disease (oooh, me! ME! ME!). Basically, if she makes bad food for me and I eat it, we simply look at the following equation:
Bad food = Brian Die. Even have it underlined. If not Brian Die, then Brian in Very Severe Abdominal Pain Which May Require A Trip To The Emergency Room (Brian Corollary I in regard to chronic, bad intestinal diseases. Yum.) We can also view this by using polynomials--oh, sod it.
So, there you go. On that note, I shall post the revised Cookie List. Here. Which means scroll down.
Updated Cookie Prices!!! (for 3 dozen)
*Chocolate Chip.................$10
*Double Chocolate Chip..........$10
*Oatmeal........................$10
*Gingerbread Men................$12
*Italian Christmas Cookies......$12 BEST SELLER!!!
--Rich butter cookies covered in a creamy anisette sauce and decorated with colorful non-pariel candies. A secret family recipe!
Yes, I can ship within the US. Still not sure about shipping costs, so lemme know if anyone's interested.
There. I rest my case. I win. Because p if and only if q.
And on that note, I am off to cuddle. With my ownSwedish Italian chef. And take my horse pills. Those aren't yummy. MMM--1000 mg of mesalamine.
Carolyn, I hope NaNo is treating you well.
Nighty night, all.
Don't worry, I'll probably be online for a bit tomorrow. In terms of my NaNo writing, I'm wonderfully ahead of schedule, which is always a good thing. My goal tonight was to reach 6700 words, and I finish tonight at 7,036 out of 50,000. Tomorrow, the minimum goal is 8950 words, but it looks like I'll also be able to finish Chapter Two as well.
Other than that, nothing much too exciting. In terms of work, two of my co-workers have finished their 6-month probationary period and have now permanent employment with the State (which is pretty much the equivalent of getting tenure if you're a teacher) Although, if you've been reading April's LJ, you will note that we had a bit of a refrigerator mishap in the last couple of days. About 2 or 3 days ago, we had begun to notice a rather foul smell coming from the refrigerator--every time we had opened it, we'd get hit in the face with an AWFUL odor. Yesterday morning, we emptied out the refrigerator, and the smell was gone. Thinking that it was some of the leftovers that had gone bad, we chucked some leftover chinese, and some leftover meatloaf that contained beef liver in it. Yes, beef liver by itself is quite disgusting, but when well disguised in say, a meatloaf, it actually very much enhances the flavor, not to mention gives the meatloaf a great nutritional boost. But it got chucked. And we put everything back in the refrigerator, thinking that problem was solved.
Yesterday, we'd been feeling a bit bleh, not really good. For some reason, the bowl of cereal I had yesterday just wasn't agreeing with me. We come home from work, have dinner, have glasses of milk with dinner. April takes a sip of her milk--and nearly pukes all over me. We found the cause of the mysterious odor: nearly a whole gallon of milk had gone bad--ONE FULL WEEK BEFORE THE PRINTED EXPIRATION DATE. Okay, fine, it DOES happen on very rare situations, but I stuck my finger in said milk, and found that it was unusally warm--for some reason, the fridge wasn't keeping things cold anymore. April turned up the fridge to its coldest setting. I fully expected to see ice in there this morning--and it was still lukewarm in there. Something was wrong with the fridge. I had called up the building manager at 9 AM today, told her what happened...came home, and gone was the old fridge. It had been replaced by a newer fridge that was in one of the unoccupied apartments. And much better--a shitload more room in both the freezer and fridge. And works perfectly.
However, before we had found out what the cause of this whole mess was, April had ranted about it in yesterday's LJ post, after she posted the newly revised list for her cookies. Some random LJ user (most likely someone who was searching for LJ users by interest, in this case, "New Paltz") saw that LJ, not knowing why we were having fridge problems, and blasted April: Don't take this the wrong way, but I was thinking of buying some cookies until I read this ... doesn't make your kitchen sound like the most sanitary place, what with sour milk, rotting meatloaf and beef livers. I honestly feel like barfing, not buying cookies now. You really might want to cut that part out. Fucking disgusting.
So, April had written a polite, but condescending reply back. You can check her LJ for that. For the record, April takes great pride in cooking not only for herself, but for anyone who she happens to cook or bake for. She makes sure she follows proper cleaning rules when handling food, makes sure counters and surfaces are cleaned, disinfected, the whole nine yards. Not only does she do this simply because it's the proper thing to do, but also because she doesn't want ANYONE to get sick from said food. In addition, she is living with a person who has Crohn's Disease (oooh, me! ME! ME!). Basically, if she makes bad food for me and I eat it, we simply look at the following equation:
Bad food = Brian Die. Even have it underlined. If not Brian Die, then Brian in Very Severe Abdominal Pain Which May Require A Trip To The Emergency Room (Brian Corollary I in regard to chronic, bad intestinal diseases. Yum.) We can also view this by using polynomials--oh, sod it.
So, there you go. On that note, I shall post the revised Cookie List. Here. Which means scroll down.
Updated Cookie Prices!!! (for 3 dozen)
*Chocolate Chip.................$10
*Double Chocolate Chip..........$10
*Oatmeal........................$10
*Gingerbread Men................$12
*Italian Christmas Cookies......$12 BEST SELLER!!!
--Rich butter cookies covered in a creamy anisette sauce and decorated with colorful non-pariel candies. A secret family recipe!
Yes, I can ship within the US. Still not sure about shipping costs, so lemme know if anyone's interested.
There. I rest my case. I win. Because p if and only if q.
And on that note, I am off to cuddle. With my own
Carolyn, I hope NaNo is treating you well.
Nighty night, all.