At my last job I was near a Marie Callenders and went there for their turkey lunch all the time. Man, that's a tasty rote dinner. The lunch I had in the cafe here was the first time I'd added yams to it, which made the whole thing a bit too sweet for me, but it was still good.
Last night's injections at the ER were intramuscular, and I'm still sore. I think I prefer them wriggling the needle around under my skin and the concomitant bruising to the after-effects of the IM. The nurse said the glute shot she gave me was the biggest shot she's ever given anyone.
Ouch. I'm still sitting a bit lopsided.
A history of home prices, adjusted for inflation. The graph seems to show that in the last ten years houses have become massively overvalued....
Hmm.
That is a big spike... but does it take into account how much "standard" has changed? Once upon a time when my Mother was growing up in Florida there was ONE house in town with a pool. One. And there was a town pool too. Now, basically,
all
houses have pools. Kids shared bedrooms. Houses had one bathroom and it didn't have seperate shower and tub and two sinks. Middle class housing didn't have "master suites".
I'm sure our every day luxury can't account for all of that leap, but it has to be some of it.
Beautiful Grace pictures! Beautiful Grace. And her brother is pretty cute too, when last spotted on flickr. What a pair.
I've finally finished uploading all the Thanksgiving pics
D. looks like, "Help! The color's all gone!" [link]
Gracie's feeling better
She sure looks lively. Sweet girl.
Timelies all!
I wish I knew why I'm so tired all the time. I'm sleeping pretty well.(not waking up during the night, or at least not remembering waking up) Kind of annoying.
Yay for feeling-better-Grace!
I totally love living vicariously on the house going up front! So cool.
Aww.
I am somewhat dubious about the efficacy of my various foaming and caulking and siliconing efforts, but I feel very strongly all walk the talk about them. Plus it's fun to be playing in the walls before they get all hidden behind decency and paint.
I am anxious about insulation guy coming tomorrow, because it's all supposed to happen in a day, and I'm not too clear on what, exactly, is going in. It's not the spray on foam, sadly. It's not batts of any kind, good or bad. It's not blown in cellulose. It's supposed to be blown in loose fill fiberglass. But because I think the builder is not clear on it, I'm not clear if it's the blow in blanket system with the "white" or clean fiberglass, or if it's the pink stuff, just loose instead, or what. I know it's supposed to not settle as much as loose cellulose, and it's supposed to fill in nooks and crannies better than batts, but other than that, I'm not too sure.
Anyway. I'll find out tomorrow.
The downside for us about not having to cook for Thanksgiving is not having leftovers from Thanksgiving.
I am brilliant! I was sitting here thinking I wished I had some dessert (very unlike me), and I remembered that I randomly bought some pumpkin bread mix at Williams-Sonoma when I was at the mall earlier! Half-price. So that's almost ready for eating.
