EFF OFF to weirdo friends.  Going away with a friend next weekend, just the 2 of us and she tells me we can't say anything to friend #3 because she will be pissed?  #1 we are in our 50's #2 friend #3 does things all the time without us and #3 i WILL not lie nor keep the trip under wraps.  I am not someones dirty little secret! WTF?

EFF OFF to the clients that go nutsy when full moon is coming (Sept 20th). ohhhh its going to be a lonnnnggg day.

Food - its baking weather for me.  My favorite time of the year.  open the windows and let those pies bake 

F off to my nutso cracko colleague. It's the same one who made suicide threats and had an epic meltdown a week or two ago. Well, she's done it again. At least my manager, who is both Nutso's and my supervisor, takes over and doesn't leave it to me to tend to Nutso. I wouldn't anyway. I use disengagement at work and it's amazing. It works very well in the workplace. 

After a drought and unusually hot summer, we're finally getting all the rain we're supposed to have. It's gotten cool and it's obvious that Fall has set in. I love working from home because on my morning coffee break, I whip out my InstantPot and throw in a bunch of vegetables and cook them. I use different bases for stock, like tomoto paste one day, a can of pureed butternut squash the next. I'll add smoked tofu or beans and various spices. Yesterday, I used the butternut squash, Bragg's Liquid Aminos, a bit of sesame oil and Chinese black vinegar. OMG! It was good! I love making huge batches of soup on my work from home days when it's cool and wet outside. 

Aniki, your salmon soup sounds amazing! I have a seafood subscription delivery scheduled for today and I'm getting salmon. I'd love to make the soup! 

EFF of to it sort of not being Friday as I will have to work a bit over the weekend. It's part of the job and it's a super busy time of year for me. Plus I'm training someone so that takes hours away. I think I'm in line for a good raise though!

EFF off to my last outdoor swim of the year.... it's now rainy and too cool.

EFF off to YSD weekend. Of course not on calendar. Looks like she may have given up on the crazy school schedule and is going for EOWE. Which is fine. But put it on calendar!! I'll be very busy with my own stuff....

Fall forn:

I had a whole bunch of apples from a local tree, some good eating some to do.....apple cake! I love baking. And slow cooker anything. I did a slow and low cooked marinated pork shoulder and cannot wait to do it again.

EFF OFF to school traffic.  It seems that no matter how early I leave, one of the kids will be late.  Sure, I could put them on the bus but it runs RIDICULOUSLY early.  So now we need to try to leave yet a few minutes earlier.  There's always too much traffic though, no matter what we do.  The city wants to move all these people in, but don't want to widen roads to accommodate the traffic.  

EFF OFF to my washing machine.  It keeps getting off balance then takes forever to stop so I can TRY to adjust the load distribution.  

EFF OFF to my hormones.  Yes it's that lovely time of the month where my anxiety has been ramping up here lately, so I get to deal with irrational fear.  And I get down in the dumps so I have more to cry about. 

I am in counseling so I'm getting help and so far I like my therapist.  But I say EFF OFF to anxiety, EFF OFF to panic attacks, EFF OFF to all negative emotions.  

EFF OFF to post Covid fatigue, how I hate you.  My Covid symptoms were mild.  Fatigue has been AWFUL.  I'm getting better though.  I've been able to cook and do laundry.  Still not sure if I can do all the housework.  My son is looking to make some easy money though, so he is supposed to help me this weekend.  It was my idea.  

EFF OFF to my school district.  Maybe if you had put the mask mandate in place at the start of the year then less kids would have gotten sick, including my 11 year old son who shared it with me.  Thanks to you, my daughter also had to quarantine and missed marching in two football games and is still trying to catch up on her work.  My husband also had to quarantine and didn't get much of a paycheck two weeks in  a row.  That is what happens when people act like there isn't a pandemic. My son is fine.  He breezed through Covid and for him it was like a regular cold.  

My appetite isn't what it used to be but I used to love when my daughter would bake some brownies.  She also would make cheesecake, or pasta salad.  

King PA is forwarding the emails as a CYA technique.  If anyone asks him how something is progressing, he can say "Oh yes, I passed that on to Aniki".  I hate this behaviour.

So many eff offs, so little time

Eff of to having to go into work/office. 

• 40 minutes on the subway each way
• having to put on going out clothes rather than just a nice top
• having to wear dress shoes
• having to wear make up and a mask
• having to pretend to be happy to see everyone in real life
• having people drop by my desk "just to ask a quick question" which isn't at all quick and not being able to dodge them coz there is nowhere to hide (we don't do cubicles so think completely open plan)
• spending a fortune on lunch (yes, I know I could pack my own but I'm still getting into the swing of being back in the office)

Eff off to the woman at work who went into the restroom at the same time as me.  She just wanted hand towels as substitute tissues.  She then proceeded to blow her nose BUT then didn't WASH her hands.  Has the last year not taught people anything about hygiene?

Not sure this is forn but I'm making smoked salmon sushi bowls for dinner with avocado, seaweed and pickled ginger.

That soup sounds right up my alley! Fellow fish lover here. My local fish soup is Cullen skink - smoked haddock (the real stuff, not that appalling orange dyed crap), potatoes in chunks, sliced onions, tons of black pepper simmered in milk (add cream at the end if liked). Sometimes, eggs are poached with it all. YUM! 

These days I live somewhere completely different (near Marseille) and the local fish soup is FABULOUS! It's a smooth soup made with loads of tiny fish of all colours and served with croutons, aioli, and grated cheese. 

I won't dwell on the other local fish specialty, Boulliabaisse... (to die for.. ). I tend to make it on Xmas Eve :) 

doggie number 3 has epilepsy...severe epilepsy.  I have spent more time at the er vets with the pup in the last two weeks than I care to admit.  The universe can eff off because this sweet guy doens't deserve this.  He is now on 3 anit seizure meds and crossing our fingers this works.  If we can't get these under control poor doggie number 3 might not make it.  His seizures are very traumatic for DH...and he has cluster seizures so its really not fun.

Side effect of one doggie seizure med..makes doggie number 3 more aggressive.  What is normally my ..eh...I'm going to sleep on the couch doggie...turns into "let me annoy the shiznit out of doggie number 2 till doggie number 2 snaps"  End result of this...doggie number 2 and doggie number 3 ended up in death match 2021.  I came home to SD screaming in the back yard and doggie number 3 trying to kill doggie number 2.  (We are talking 70 pound boxers here)  Resulting in doggie number 2 needing a vet visit, meds and the cone of shame while he healed from bite wounds.  Oh yeah me...

Then after 3 months of waiting for the house painters  they say we will be there in the a.m. to painn.  This is at 4 p.m. the day before...SAY WHAT NOW...yea no.  They haven't done the repairs to the trim yet....plus the wood pecker of hell has added more holes in the last 3 months.  Oh and I had to get the effin bird nests out of the vents before the am when they were "supposed"  to be here to paint...which required me to go into the attic.  That required me to retreive my taller ladder from the kids condo..because my short @ss can't use a regular ladder to get in the attic.  All in a span of 4 hours since it was about 6 p.m. by the time I could get to the kids condo to get said ladder.  

All of this has caused my anxiety to reach stratsophere limits...and I had a breakdown over the effing bird nests.  Only to find out the carpenter hadn't been here to give an estimate..and now due to the woodpecker of hell...is going to cost me 1600+ more dollars.  KILL ME NOW...oh and now they won't be paining till the trim is replace..AND I WENT INTO THE ATTIC ON A MOMENTS NOTICE FOR NOTHING.

The attic wasn't necessarily an issue..the OMG got to do this NOW...was/is the problem.    The anxiety has led me to insomnia because I'm worried about the painting and the repair work and the dog.  Its an endless cycle.....

Fast forward to today...DH decided to go out with a friend last nigh..cool...except for the coming home at midnight three sheets to the wind.  Ugh....that means he will be useless today....and queue Halo taking up the slack.  Halo is tapped out people...

The final straw that broke my back this morning..Doggie number 2 decided to eat an entire bag of pretzels..which made his stomach upset.  Said doggie DOES NOT VOMIT unless  you make him.  So...out comes the hydrogen peroxide to get him to cough up the f*cking pretzels.  SERIOUSLY...not one day without having to worry about something.  I quite literally was in my backyard crying because I could not take anymore.  Doggie number 2 finally decided to hork up some of the pretzels so hopefullly he will feel better in a little while.  

And now my mom is texting because my dad hurt his back and she got stung by a bee.  they live an hour away ...WTF am I supposed to do about a bee sting and my dad resfusing to see a doctor.  As I have said for MONTHS NOW...MOVE FREAKING CLOSER....I CANNOT RUN OUT THERE EVERYTIME.  I WORK....AND HAVE A HOUSEHOLD TO RUN AS WELL.  

Not enough calgon in the WORLD to take me away...and I don't even think we have enough bourbon in the house to help either.

So the universe can go EFF off and stop Effing with me.  I'm tired and stressed out and all I want to do is read my effing book or watch the final episodes of Lucifer.  This has got to be my hell loop.........someome tell me how to get out if please.......

My food p%rn....all I can dream of is some pie.  Any pie...chocolate cream, apple, pumpkin....lemon...whatever.  I will dive face first into any of them.  It would be even better if the pies and me were somewhere where there are no dogs, no DH and no parents..just me and pie.  

I don't want to get into eff offs cuz just eff off to everthing... except.

The corn chowder I am going to make this weekend. Yum. With roasted poblano peppers. 

Saw Pumpkin spice cheerios in the store!  Going to nashville next week.  Gonna try hot chicken.