OK, so the school that contacted me yesterday? Apparent what they did is narrowed down the 100 or so applications to 13, then emailed those 13 people to find out if they're still interested in the job, and then within the next few days they're going to pick about three from the people who say they're still interested and invite those three for campus interviews. So I'm one of the 13, but I don't know yet if I'm one of the three.
Spike's Bitches 45: That sure as hell wasn't in the brochure.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Whoa. This frozen vegan mac and cheese is REALLY good. (It's the Amy's Rice Macaroni with Non-Dairy Cheese. Not to be confused with the Amy's Macaroni with Soy Cheeze, which is not vegan.) It's expensive and a ridiculous number of calories, so it's definitely a once in a while thing.
Anybody know why I bought a head of cabbage?Because it's St Patty's Day! What?? I can't be the only one who thought that?
So I'm one of the 13, but I don't know yet if I'm one of the three.That's awesome! I say, think positive. Be one of the 3, and it will happen!
How do you cook cabbage without that nauseating stench?
cook it quick. and there is no sulfur, Connie
Ah, poor Mother, once again proven a victim of Old Skool "boil it till it's dead!" cooking traditions.
Shir, my 14-year old dog Sage got a brain tumor a couple of years ago. She was generally energetic and happy right up until the last 24 hours. She had a couple of massive seizures and within hours she was brain damaged (confused and very disoriented). I took her to my wonderful vet the next morning, with Steve at my side, and said goodbye. It was so very, very hard, and I am crying now just writing this. But the vet assured us that right up until her last 20 or so hours, she was still enjoying life.
The hardest thing was that Chile Pepper was still very young and had grown up with Sage. When we came back out of the hospital to greet Chile (who had been waiting in the car), Chile seemed to immediately understand that Boo wasn't coming home with us. She was very depressed for weeks.
Oh gosh. What's worse - grieving ourselves, or having to watch the four-leggers grieve?
When we lost Bertram , our cat Percy knew he was going before we did. Percy needed more people time, but he didn't exactly mourn. Of course, they had a somewhat adversarial relationship. Not enemies, but not friends
I remember when Harvey and I lost the cat Catherine. He took on some of her habits and mannerisms. And he went missing for a few days himself - I swear he went looking for her. But then came back to me. Oh, I snuggled him like I'd never snuggled a cat before.