BronxWench

LMAO! They need to be careful around those Irish girls, don’t they? ::cackles happily::

I’m honestly really glad to find out about the book-huffing club.  I remember going to the library and just loving the smell.  I always thought I was really weird.
I mean, I know I’m weird (I talk to the bugs I pick up to take out of the house), but you know, at least it’s not for the book smell thing.

Ah, my wee corgi lass has ideopathic epilepsy. It’s been over 4 years since her diagnosis, and we’re managing to keep it to one or two big episodes a year, so that’s something. And for 99% of the time, she’s our sweet, lovable bundle of happiness, so it’s all good.

Are you sure that’s not how our Irish ancestors got revenge on our Viking ancestors? Like… “Oooh, you want me to be your slave girl? Hang on, let me make you some dinner….”    

Stews. The potatoes in stews are homicidal little shits. No other veg I add ever holds the heat like those freaking potatoes. And this is exactly why my Viking ancestors pillaged my Irish ancestors. 

Sadly in my case it was a soup, leftovers from the night before, so when I reheated it, the taters became incendiary devices, but the beef was just like “Nah, we’re good with pisswarm”. I wonder if I should start to boil the potatoes separately so I can reheat the soup well, and not get killed by fecking potatoes. 

Circumvent that by heating the meat and the starches separately. Far too many mouths and tastebuds have been laid low by the plotting of the evil tater legion.

That was my dinner last night.  Annoying how potatoes do that.

Ah, my wee corgi lass has ideopathic epilepsy. It’s been over 4 years since her diagnosis, and we’re managing to keep it to one or two big episodes a year, so that’s something. And for 99% of the time, she’s our sweet, lovable bundle of happiness, so it’s all good.

Now that sounds like a hella huffable book

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BronxWench – Happy to oblige! It’s one of my favorite classical pieces, modern or traditional. First time I watched Insidious I literally girly-squealed with joy when I heard this song playing in one of the scenes. I’m glad to hear your pup’s doing alright after her ordeal! Were they able to find and correct the cause, or is it a chronic condition for her? Poor little gal...
InBrightestDay – I did, indeed, share this precisely to share the wonders of Ludovico Einaudi. ...aaaand because I spent that entire week with Nuvole Bianche stuck in my head playing on repeat. Considering what usually gets stuck in there, I consider myself lucky for that one. What an incredible composer!
CloverReef – Heiferlump and Woozle are my two cats. Woozle is a Mama’s boy (and currently trying to wedge himself between the keyboard and my chest) who loves nothing more than curling up on me and conking out...and snoring. Heiferlump is his ginormous but sweet-as-sugar ‘sister,’ who has been known to leave bruises after stepping on people.
Book-huffers unite! My personal favorite is an old and age-stained copy of Victor Hugo by Leopold Mabilleau; this French relic was bound in 1939 and spent the majority of the time since in a college library. By now it has a delightful aroma of dust, aged paper, sweet wood, pipe tobacco, and oddly enough, vanilla. I suspect this might be a result of the same kind of college kids who smoked catnip in hopes of getting high. My French has never been good enough to read this book; I keep it around purely for book-huffing purposes.

I’d never heard this extraordinary piece, but thank you for making my morning sublime. After a rough weekend with an epileptic corgi in hospital for cluster seizures, I needed this bit of beauty to chase away the last remnants of stress.
(The wee lass is home, doing her best impersonation of a stoner pup, and seizure-free which is brilliant…  )

Well, if you count bending pipes and pulling wire, there’s a good bit of upper body strength required for an electrician. However, my daft one (who retains his membership in good standing in the International Brotherhood of Electrical Workers) has met female electricians.

Why are you dancing in the rain?
115 F/ 46.1 C Here in good ol AZ

It’s 36C/98F here right now. Dragons, I tell you. Dragons.

Forecast for my area says it may get up to 27c/80f on one day next week. We’re not used to this kind of thing. We live in high, cold places for ONE reason! (Alright, two including avoiding hordes of angry villagers with pitchforks and torches.)
I hope ya able to get cooled down in your places tho’ all.

It’s dragon weather here….

I thought I saw one when my neighbour’s apartment had a blow out but it turned out to be a costumed stripper and they were having a frat party or something.  I am sure there is a very boring answer involving trends in education and gender disparity in the work force.  I imagined it would level out since things are getting so complicated even car mechanics are now basically electricians and need degrees to keep up with the space ships they’re rolling out nowadays.  I remember my mind being blown when I got a new car that only had 1 key and could open and start the car from my house.  I imagine electricians are also having to become highly educated.

Ooh! Has anybody done an electricians romance yet and called it “Sparks” or similar?

There’s a domestic and industrial firm near me that advertises itself specifically as “female electrical contractors”. Definitely some out there! Our regular plumber’s a woman too.

It’s dragon weather here….

Well, if you count bending pipes and pulling wire, there’s a good bit of upper body strength required for an electrician. However, my daft one (who retains his membership in good standing in the International Brotherhood of Electrical Workers) has met female electricians.

Those trades don’t require any more upper body strength than say Policing, or Military, which have females in their ranks. I find these “blue collar” trades are a bit of a boy’s club thing. I had a friend that was trying so damn hard to become a plumber but no one would take her on as an apprentice. 

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Really? It never rains fire where I live. Well, virtually never.

It’s dragon weather here….