I am in the middle of my year end federal reporting work, so I too could use a cocktail. Alas, I am making do with cranberry juice. Cranberry juice and vodka, that would do the trick. Just cranberry juice, not so much.
And I need to get through as much as I can because the next three days I am in suicide prevention training. Our local county is offering a class; the instructor is Native and specifically works with Native populations. It's seriously going to be a really really good thing. But I cannot say I am looking forward to it at all. Tomorrow is only half-day, and it's mostly about learning how to communicate about suicide. I, the SO, and our band leader are all attending. Then Saturday/Sunday, I am attending two full days of more intensive intervention training. The two of them have to perform; I'll be missing both days of church.
I am really glad the class is available and it looks like there will be decent attendance. But it comes at a bad time in my personal work schedule and of course, I have to talk about suicide for three days. Yeesh.
AAaannd I just realized that means that's tomorrow. So our plan of going in and getting breakfast for company meeting and then taking the Tivo in to the store where there's a landline and I can reactivate it (had to kill the hard drive, but it didn't fix the problem and now I can't get it activated because that requires a phone which I don't have), is a wash. I will be at the workshop instead. Yargh.
Ugh Liese, but it does sound like a good seminar.
Our Tivo died, wah. I'm worried it's truly dead and not just resting, but oh well. Clearly it's time to get a new tivo.
It sounds like a useful workshop but not a lot of fun, Liese.
This weekend I'm proctoring the SATs on Saturday and there is a fundraiser at Noah's preschool on Sunday. It's a foods-of-the-world-by-continent potluck. I originally signed up for Asian, but had regrets when I realized 1/2 the kids in Noah's class are Korean. So I am the lone sign up for Australia instead. What is Australian food that can be made as a potluck dish? I'm thinking shepherds pie?
My neck and jaw are aching. It's all that biting my tongue at work.
Burrell, do you have an HD TiVo? Because I have a non-HD one I'm not using.
I'm thinking shepherds pie?
Isn't that British? You should grill some shrimp on the barbie.
Yeah. I figured it's British but that it's also generically people-with-ranch-land food.
No shrimp. No grilling. It has to be a dish easily shared.
Oh. I could do meat pies which would be easy enough. Or something with vegemite. Or ANZAC biscuits. But I need a main dish to share.
This weekend, driving to Tennessee with my sister, who will (I love my sister dearly) talk nonstop for six days about the decisions we have already made, rehash them, ask me a million times what I think, not listen to my answers, and ultimately conclude that we should do what we already decided. Then she start over. This will continue until the papers are signed and the thing is done and there's nothing to discuss anymore. Then she'll start rethinking her decisions and seeking reassurance that what she did was okay. She bought a second house a few years ago here, she's enjoyed owning it and gotten a lot of good out of it, and she can easily afford the mortgage, and STILL she will say, well, I got screwed buying that house, I should have waited, I hope I didn't mess things up too much. Argh. I'm not looking forward to the painting and the packing and hauling, but I cold deal with all that if only she would make a decision, accept it, and stop talking about it. I swear she does this with EVERY decision, not just the major ones. What kind of floor she'll put in the kitchen has been a subject of anguished discussion for months now, and she always comes back to the same choice, which is a perfectly fine choice and it's what she wants and she can afford it, so - to quote Mal - Why we still talkin about this?
Wow, this is my week to unload on the board, isn't it? Sorry.
