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Saturday, April 25, 2015

Do a little dance, mow a little lawn . . .

Wait a minute -- that is not how that song goes. I did only a half day today so I could come home and do some chores and errands. Among them was mowing the lawn -- yes, it already needed it again -- which I did. That is not, however, what KC was talking about:

Ah, disco balls. Yeah, my old band used to do this one. Loved it. Still do.

Friday, April 24, 2015

More kit-tays, because she keeps taking the pictures

Mrs. Wolves will undoubtedly go into a coma or something when the kit-tays leave in June. Until then, she keeps taking pictures of them. They are relentlessly cute, of course:

They snuggle a lot:

Really, it could give you diabetes:

Freaking ridiculous, really:

They are quite cute. I don't know what Mrs. Wolves will do without them. She insists she doesn't want different kitties. I suspect I better find some.

Yeah, we still do food porn here

It would appear that I am going to cater the rehearsal dinner for Cpl. Wolves' wedding. Someone, somewhere decided the the food theme would be Cajun. In that vein, I recently prepared a chicken andouille dish that turned out nicely. Best part? It is done in the crock pot, which is mondo convenient.

You start with 1-1/2 pounds of boneless chicken thighs, cut into chunks, 12-16 ounces of andouille sausage, cut into 1-inch chunks, 1 chopped onion, 3/4 cup of chicken broth, a 14-.5 oz. can of diced tomatoes, a 6-oz. can of tomato paste, a chopped green bell pepper, some kind of Creole seasoning (I use Tony Chachere) to taste, about a tablespoon, and salt and pepper, also to taste:

OK, so first, cut up the chicken and sausage:

Chop that onion:

You should also chop that bell pepper, although apparently I forgot to take a picture of that. Do it anyway. Toss the cut-up meat into the crock pot:

Add the onions and peppers, the tomatoes, the tomato paste and the seasonings:

Mix it up right, people:

 Cook it on low for 6-8 hours. You serve it over rice. Mrs. Wolves did not take a picture of the finished product for me (I was at work), but it looks like this when done:

Just imagine it over rice. Tastes real good. Bon appetit, y'all.

Administrative bullshit haikus

Got an email tonight that apparently went to everyone on the project, trying to put the fear of God in them.
Good Evening,
Thank you for your continued hard work on your current project. Due to some timekeeping issues that have been popping up we felt it prudent to send a reminder email regarding breaks. Please note that this email is being sent to all reviewers on your current project and may not be applicable to you if your timekeeping is indeed accurate.
Please ensure that you are properly accounting for your breaks. Failure to accurately account for breaks, which therefore causes improper billing, will result in dismissal.

Specifically, if you state that you took zero breaks and worked 7.75 hours in a day (which many of you do because you don’t want to work 8 hours which triggers the requirement to take a 30 minute break) you must actually work those 7.75 hours and not take a break. Meaning, if you put 7.75 hours down that means you actually worked 7.75 hours and, except for quick trips to the restroom/break room, you did nothing but work for those 7.75 hours.

As a reminder, a break would be considered any time, beyond a quick restroom/water/coffee trip that you are not actively working. For example stepping away for 5 or so minutes to use the restroom, grabbing a cup of water/coffee/etc. from the break room and then returning to your work station would not be considered a break (assuming you are not doing so multiple times an hour). Stepping away for anything beyond a brief absence is considered a break and must be noted as such when tallying your time.

Again, we appreciate your hard work and look forward to continuing to work with you on this project.

Best regards,

[Some corporate peckerhead]
God help you if you have to take a dump, apparently. Anyway, I have a response or two, Japanese-style:

Don't take a lunch break
Agency wants to know why
Eat at fucking desk

Bring my food from home
Don't go out to get my lunch
So suck it, bitches

I figure that about covers it, right?

Wednesday, April 22, 2015

I guess it depends on what you're looking for

Mrs. Wolves took some pictures the other day. She was taking pictures of clouds, like so:

And like so:

They are nice pictures of clouds. My first reaction, though, was "Huh, Farmer John planted wheat this year." Farmer John, who almost undoubtedly is not named John, owns the field next to our house and rotates his crops religiously. Last year he did corn, the year before I think he did wheat and then soybeans. Perhaps after the winter wheat is harvested, we'll see soybeans. But Mrs. Wolves was a little put out that I didn't see clouds -- I saw wheat.

The times, they are a' changin'

Cpl. Wolves, who is getting married at the end of next month, made an offer on a condo yesterday that was accepted. He won't be far, but he won't be here. It will be a big change, especially for Mrs. Wolves, since the kit-tays will be going with Cpl. Wolves. Time marches on, does it not?

Tuesday, April 21, 2015

Oh, I know what she was saying

Murder launches daily attempts to get outside. I think she just wants to kill things, but who knows? Occasionally, she succeeds. Like today. Mrs. Wolves managed to capture the escape on film (bytes? fuck, I don't know):

Murder was able to tiptoe through the tulips. What does that mean? Guess you're not old enough to remember this:

I think Murder was thinking something more along these lines, though: