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I just checked the schedule on the website - holy crap, the programming on Lifetime sucks! - and it seems to be a Friday thing. They air the first six episodes* this Friday (and repeat episodes three through six overnight), then next Friday they repeat episodes five and six and then air seven through ten (and repeat some overnight as before). The following Friday isn't yet listed, but the pattern probably holds - Lifetime seems to air programming in big chunks. (*I'm assuming; I don't know titles of this show, so I just counted number of different titles and assumed they were in order, but that's what you said, too, so I think it's right.) I don't watch anything on Friday nights, so if I'm home I'll definitely give this another whirl -- and my friend just gave me the Major Crimes DVDs as a thank-you gift, so I can always pop those in afterward to alleviate my "Ugh, this is so much better with Sharon, and the team getting something to do" retroactive frustration with the show. Best of both worlds.

I've been watching some of the Dr. Pol marathon this week, and quick poll: Is Charles (the son) actually a dunce or just playing one on TV? That guy bugs me; I have the distinct impression if he didn't have a family business to "work" at, he'd be living in their proverbial basement playing video games. On the flip side, Dr. Emily is the tops. As a woman doing a "man's job" in farm country, I can just imagine the "Oh, please. Well, I guess if Dr. Pol sent her ..." attitude she got when she first started going out on calls. (Same with Dr. Brenda, but this is one of the few scenarios where I think a conventionally-attractive woman like Emily would be even more dismissed.) I like her in the office, too; I saw one last night where she talked about having to go right into the next appointment after euthanizing an animal -- that next client deserves 100% of your attention, so you cannot be thinking about what you just had to do minutes before. It's such a simple concept, but one I hadn't really sat and pondered until she said it.

That commercial is dumb - if you didn't know what she was referring to with her dinner brag, you'd think she had made a mega-healthy meal so delicious her picky family didn't realize she'd sneaked all that nutrition past them. But, no, she popped a frozen pizza in the oven and, gasp, got her kids and man-child husband to eat it. Now there's a feat. Next she'll tell me she served hot fudge sundaes for dessert and, OMG, they polished them right off.

Seriously. Reviving something that was painfully annoying at the time is an odd advertising strategy, but this is a commercial that touts the shit-water that is Budweiser as a terrific addition to an already ho-hum burger, so I guess logic does not apply. All it did for me was remind me Budweiser had previously unleashed on the airwaves something even more obnoxious than Dilly Dilly.

I didn't see the episode, so they may very well have given me an odd vibe, too, but I don't hold hands with a partner (what, is one of us a child prone to wandering off?) and I probably wouldn't kiss one if I knew we had a camera on us, especially under circumstances as staged as pretending they'd just made the decision. You'd never be able to tell my intimate connection to/physical chemistry with someone based on how I'd act under these circumstances.

None here yet, but it's also just turning dark. I was surprised there were none going off when I got home Saturday night, since it wasn't quite midnight yet, and I didn't hear any Sunday night, either. Maybe it will be tonight through the weekend, because it is never just the 4th. I'll be keeping the windows closed until it's done, despite the resulting AC use, just in case Riley would be sitting in front of an open one, react just wrong to a particular boom, and push out a screen. I dread the lost pet posts that will inevitably ensue on Nextdoor after the 4th; every fucking year there's someone who swears, despite all the warnings, their pet isn't spooked by anything and/or can't get out, so they don't need to take precautions, and then, golly gee, the pet got spooked and bolted out a window, over/under a fence, etc. And, guess what, those animals that are brought into the shelter and placed on an owner hold can result in animals already up for adoption running out of time, getting euthanized for space. Speaking of Nextdoor, I was just scrolling through postings, and found a truck being advertised for sale, the ad consisting solely of one line listing the following information: [Year] [Make] [Model] [Mileage] [Price] Really? You're going to try to sell a vehicle without any details? (In free ad space, no less, so it's not like you're paying by the word.)

Yep, there is:

I'd guess that means they specialize in monthly-payment policies that just meet the state-mandated minimum coverage, for people who can't afford any more than that. That way, people can register their cars, won't get in trouble for not having insurance if they get pulled over, etc. If there's ever an accident, there will barely be anything to pay out, but they qualify as insured.

Oh, I'm worse; it's just me - and I don't watch a lot of TV - yet I also have four televisions. One in the living room, one in the bedroom, one in the office, and one in the game room (a bonus room attached to the garage [which is not attached to the house]). I use the bedroom and game room TVs most, so the two nicest sets go there.

You're welcome, @Giselle - glad you liked it.

Also Kenny Rogers.

When you accept being underpaid coming in, it is really hard to ever get caught up to where you should be.

@langway, maybe it's just home-buying stress making him suddenly act this way and he'll settle down. Shopping being a planned, structured event that must fit a schedule versus taking an afternoon to see what you can find is an odd way for it to manifest, sure, but, then again, stress rears its head in weird little ways sometimes - we latch onto something we can control and fixate on, indeed, controlling it. And buying a home - and realizing, in those early months, just how many more things there are to buy - is majorly stressful, so if the worst that happens is you two just shop separately, I'd say you're doing well.

Although just a hook-up, he treated you just like the abusive ex did. I'm glad you're walking away from him immediately.

Yes. Not just how you're designating yours, mine, and ours, but a general philosophy of spending for whatever part you're making "ours" -- saving versus spending, what to splurge on and what to keep simple, etc. As for shopping, I think that's something that can be hard to do together, precisely because of scenarios like you're in -- you two have different ways of doing it. It's probably better to shop separately the vast majority of the time, and only go together when both of you truly need to be there. Even when it's something for the house, you don't automatically have to go together. This is why it's good to live together first -- no matter how long you've been together and how well you know each other, living together raises issues you didn't have to face before. Living with someone (whatever the nature of the relationship) is hard. It's good to work out those kinks and make sure you really can find a way to cohabitate.

That's my instinctive reaction, too (and to wonder what the hell she's doing having a baby right now), but the woman had $86 in the bank and was over a week from payday. She waited until her day off to bring him in, so she presumably does not have paid time off. If she didn't know that the wound was almost certainly going to get infected and abscess (yes, she should, because it's Cats 101, but she'd be far from alone in not), I'm not surprised it played out as it did. She cleaned it up, went about her life, saw it wasn't healing/he wasn't feeling well, and took him in the first day she had off work. She found out it now needed to be stitched, and said, okay, I'll find a way to pay for it. Mom stepped in. I can't look at someone like Juicy Fruit's owners and jump up and down all over Bobo's. I watched the late-night airing and fell asleep a few minutes before it ended. I saw that Juicy Fruit's foster home was going to become her permanent home, that Bobo and the kidney stones patients were fine, but didn't see the at-home updates close out the show - anything particularly cute?

But the point of the grumble is we can't give a right or left instruction unless we know whether you'll be approaching that turn from the north or south/east or west. Someone doesn't know what direction they're going? Fine. A lot of people have that problem. But when you keep trying to ascertain where someone is coming from so you can give them a right or left instruction and they keep snapping "I don't know; just tell me if I turn right or left," no sympathy for them. Surely they know they're shit with directions, and can thus say, "It's terrible, but I never have any idea what direction I'm facing. I'll be coming from [street, landmark, neighborhood, whatever] toward you, so what direction is that?" then we can piece it together.

I just polished off seared scallops over artichoke hearts (with shallot and parsley) and reduced dry vermouth. Damn, that was good. Another thing I hadn't made in a while. I made too much, but reheated scallops = ugh, so I was forced to eat the whole thing. Oops.

I don't have a problem with Martha as a judge (other than chopsticks with ice cream; if anyone is more comfortable eating with chopsticks than a fork, no problem, but ice cream?!), but including clips of every contestant talking about what an honor it is to cook for her got old fast. It's not like this show is traditionally judged by line cooks at Outback. Martha is more generally famous than any other judge, and a formidable personality, so I have no trouble believing there'd be some "Oh, yikes, I'm being judged by Martha Stewart" sentiment, but these are chefs -- if Eric Ripert appeared as a judge, they'd all genuflect. Martha Stewart, some would simper and some would shrug.

That drives me nuts! I am sympathetic to the fact some people have a terrible sense of direction, but I am not at all sympathetic to those who don't grasp the fact whether they take a right or left depends on which direction they're coming from. Setting aside all the technology available today, if nothing else stick a goddamned compass in your car. There's no excuse for that shit. Depending on their attitude, I may be helpful and ask where they're coming from and then supply, okay, you'll be heading [direction], so turn right/left. But if they're just irritable dunces who expect the world to cater to them, forget it. Figure it out or don't come.

I make a dill slaw that always goes over well at gatherings because it's a little different than the typical cole slaw -- red and green cabbage, corn, scallions, celery, carrot, and dill, seasoned with garlic salt and parsley, then dressed with olive oil and lemon juice. Watermelon may not be in season yet in your area, but if it is Ina Garten's arugula, watermelon, and feta salad is delicious, and another crowd pleaser (there's always someone who thinks they won't like the combination of ingredients, and then raves about it). If asparagus is still in season, an asparagus salad is nice -- the really thin asparagus stalks sliced into thin slices, tossed with finely diced red onion and grated pecorino cheese, and dressed with olive oil and either red wine vinegar or balsamic vinegar. But if you're just farming out who makes what kind of dish and then those people come up with their own version of it, I'd say make sure someone brings some sort of slaw or green salad, because it's really annoying to go to these things and have just a bunch of meat and starch. Baked beans, yeah (I loathe beans of all kinds, but that probably is a good idea). A fruit-based dessert? Some munchies - a cheese platter, veggie & dip, guacamole and one other chip/dip combo, etc.

Is this because there's a central location, so stuff found on various trains is held at one of the end-of-the-line stations temporarily and then moved to the official Lost and Found, where it's logged in and available for retrieval? I can't fathom how else it would take that long. Goodness, I would hope so, because those numbers are crazy good. In fact, 68 on insulin would have me a little nervous. Well, if you were a cat, anyway. :-) I hope you find your pen kit, and that you get to transition to fewer doses of insulin soon, and, ultimately, can graduate to an oral medication.

When I was in college, the best friend of my best friend's boyfriend (got that?) was short; I can't call up the memory clear enough to give a guess, but noticeably short - I'm 5'9" (or at least I was then; maybe closer to 5'8" now) and was probably only wearing an inch of heel and he was by far the shortest guy I'd ever danced with. Which brings me to my story. We were at a party that was a lot of fun except for the part where during a designated song, all the women were supposed to ask a man for a dance. There is so much wrong with that, but let's skip it for now. I had already been planning to ask "Mike" (I cannot remember his name, and refuse to call him Shorty, so let's just say Mike), because if I was going to engage in this ridiculous exercise, it might as well be with someone whose company I knew I enjoyed, but when it was announced this stupid dance was coming soon, the boyfriend came over and asked me if I would ask Mike, because he didn't want him left standing there - which, at his height, happens to him a lot at parties. Can you imagine how picked on he must have been as a kid once everyone started outgrowing him? What school dances were like? And that it was still such a big deal in college? But no Napoleon complex at all; he was a nice guy. If I was otherwise attracted to him, I don't think our height disparity would have bothered me. (I do wonder about certain logistics when there's a big difference in heights, but some of these couples pop out kids, so obviously there are positions that work.)

During the original run of Roseanne, Becky was often used as a third adult in the family (starting at about 14), so if Roseanne wasn't home in time, it was often Becky rather than Dan who was making dinner (but, even then, they were usually popping in the oven something Roseanne had prepped). Darlene cooked once or twice. I'm going over in my mind other shows I watched in which teens were part of the core cast to see if I can think of other examples for you, but apparently I didn't watch very many and, of those I did, no teen cooking scenes are springing to mind.

That really did add something. It's not necessary, but it's a bonus. I love that they only worked together for a season, yet became friends for life (well, I assume Kate and Jaclyn are still friends; I know all three were still friends at the time of Farrah's death).