I had to back out of a Facebook conversation about refugees, when my friend said that some of them might be terrorists, and I said that there's a tiny possibility that one of them might hurt us if we let them in, but we know for a fact that many of them will die if we don't, and then her husband responded, "Let them die." (And, the friend that I was talking to is an immigrant, from Russia, and one of her best friends is also an immigrant, and a Muslim, from Egypt. I just don't get it.)

I was at a buffet tonight, and I decided to try some cherry/roma tomatoes, because I have not disliked them in the past (not disliking is a huge step up from my usual reaction to tomatoes). They were passable--not nom nom nom, but something I'd willingly eat. But I can't figure out how they were done. They weren't just raw, they had some sort of oil or vinegar or something, and parsley. It didn't smell vinegary or really taste vinegary or particularly strong or sweet, but it was a nice balance to the acid of the tomato. Does anyone know what this was likely to be? I'm not a fan of trial and error cooking, because I hate wasting food when experiments don't work.

People. I’m so freaking tired. Had parent conferences all day today and then ran to the bank and came home and wrestled with the sick cat to give him his meds and fed everyone and paid bills and balanced the checkbook and am doing laundry because I have to pack and leave at 5 am to get on a plane to spend three days across the country to help my mom with sick grandmothers and OMG I just can’t right now.

So I’m taking an hour to watch last weekend’s Doctor Who and possibly heating up some leftover Chinese food. That’s allowed, right?

ETA: Connie, could it be balsamic vinaigrette?

Connie, could it be balsamic vinaigrette

That's possible. I know the taste of balsamic and like it, so I wouldn't mind an experiment of a few romas and some balsamic. Then, perhaps, the consumption of actual vegetables!

Bah. There's a beer thing here that's about a 2 hour drive away and last week, someone on FB posted, anyone interested in sharing a bus? I chirped up immediately, then didn't hear anything. I circled back around to it yesterday and got a vague, oh, we downsized it to a van, that's why we didn't get back to you. And I just saw the folks today at a bottle share. And I'm glad I won't be stuck on the road with those fools, but I just wonder... why don't they like me? It's like high school all over again. I've done nothing - I've been wracking my brain to see if there's something I did or said to offend this particular group. I thought they liked me, I wouldn't have volunteered to bus with them in the first place if that wasn't the case.

So I'm feeling really stupid and insecure and I needed to vent about it. I'm just really, really confused.

Ugh, that's painful Nora.

I'm having a "none of my clothes look good on me and I'm too fat to leave the house" evening (not true, I know, but somehow when I look in the mirror none of the outfits look good). I think part of the issue is I really want to be wearing the new leggings I got at OldNavy, but I put them on yesterday and hey looked great...until I realized they were really freakin see through. So those need to be returned, sadly. :(

So I'm feeling really stupid and insecure and I needed to vent about it. I'm just really, really confused.

Pfft. They're stupid. I love hanging out with you.

So this one time? My luggage caught an earlier flight. This was not that time. It's at least in LA now, but not in my presence yet.

Bag arrived!

For those arguing about refugees, it may be worth pointing that Anne Frank's family tried to emigrate to both the USA and England and were turned down and denied refuge in both nations. [link] (Scroll down to "A new life in the Netherlands") Don't know if it will penetrate any brick walls, but if you want to try arguing with someone, that may be a good example to give. (And I know from Hil's experience a few days ago that the some of the worst or most fearful simply won't believe it.)