Over the last few months, I have been unable to post anything to this blog. Then, when I thought I had it all figured out, the company that provides free Internet to the complex where I live decided to block access to my ftp account.
I couldn't upload pictures, update pages on my website or post anything to this blog - again. Everyone involved denied that my access was blocked, until - wonder of wonders - our manager contacted the hosting service. In the blink of an eye, my access was back.
In two blinks of an eye, we ordered service from another provider.
I commented on a post in The Redhead Riter forum on Blog Frog. And then was alerted - thank you, Carol - that the comments weren't working anymore.
As you can imagine, I went insane trying to get things fixed. Unfortunately, I didn't have any idea why Disqus stopped working or what to do to fix it. So, I went social and to the source, more or less. That's when I got educated.
At the same time, or possibly because of my posts, a wonderful person (MHazell) showed up in comments on my second, never-used blog. He was offering a Disqus tip and, being a little over the edge, I unloaded on him. He cheerfully offered to help.
At the same time, Ryan at Disqus was digging into the problem from his end. Between the two of them, we got it fixed - mainly because Ryan pointed out that I had JavaScript on my pages that was breaking the Disqus code.
Given the fact that I hadn't added much new to the basic pages, it wasn't too difficult to diagnose the problem.
But, that wasn't my education.
What I learned is that some companies/software really care about their users. And some of their users really care about each other. And, what started the whole thing, some people make sure that, when they see a problem, they let someone know.
There's speculation, thanks to those pesky Mayans, that 2012 will see the end of the world. I never really held much belief in all the gloom-and-doom predictions. But, now ... I'm not so sure.
We've seen some changes in the past few weeks that make me a little nervous. Okay, they're good changes, but still ...
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The Hole
Those of you who've followed this blog know that Mark is disabled and we're on a fixed income. A very, very fixed income. That means some seriously tight budgeting and no raises, except through the benevolence of the powers that be in DC. For a couple of years now, they haven't felt very benevolent.
If the income limits weren't frustrating enough, we've also been paying large amounts of child support to a deceased ex-wife for a child who turned 18 about six years ago and for 2 kids who lived with us for three years. While supporting children you helped create is important, it's pretty safe to say that no custodial mothers are seeing any of this money. Add in that the deductions amount to a noticeable percentage of your monthly income and it becomes frustrating, to say the least.
The Shovel
Now, starting in 2012, some of those burdens may be easing. We may be able to shovel some of the dirt back into the hole.
For the first time in what seems like an eternity, the Social Security Administration has announced a COLA for next year. For those getting SSI or SSD and paying Medicare premiums, it will (probably) be a wash - as the powers-that-be are upping Medicare premiums for 2012. For us, we get to keep the entire 3.6%! Woo! and Hoo!
At the same time as this modest (but wonderfully welcomed) increase in income, we are looking at (possibly) doing away with the child support on young men who are now 25, 22, and 21. I say possibly, because Arizona is what is called an interest state. This means that they can charge interest against child support payments. And, trust me, they do.
When it's all said and done, we will have paid nearly 100% interest on one of the accounts! We don't (yet) know if they are going to start assessing interest against the other one, when it's paid off next month. Cross your fingers - and eyes and toes - that we get a break on this one.
The Light
What these happy little changes mean for us is what I like to call: the-non-train-light-at-the-end-of-the-tunnel.
We have been without a vehicle for about 4 years. Luckily, we live spitting distance from a major intersection where buses arrive and depart - in all four directions - on a fairly regular basis. And two businesses on 'our corner' sell reduced-rate bus passes. Anywhere too far to walk is a reasonably easy bus ride away. With two major caveats: 1.) Mark is at risk for skin cancer and heatstroke (because of his transplant meds) and can't be outside for long periods waiting for a delayed bus; 2.) One simply cannot haul a month's supply of groceries home on the bus.
With the additional income and reduced expenses, we can finally start saving for a new-to-us car or truck. This benefit simply cannot be overstated. As a transplant-recipient, lung cancer survivor, insulin-dependent diabetic with reduced kidney function who is predisposed to skin cancer and diabetic complications - Mark really needs to see his doctors on a regular basis.
Unfortunately, buses are out of the question - we tried it, it was simply too difficult for him. And the round-trip cab fare to the hospital is simply impossible, as often as he would need to be there. See, this doctor only sees patients one day a week; that doctor prefers a different day, and the Vision Clinic ... well, they have their own special days and times. It, basically, boils down to seeing doctors every month -- or eating.
And, speaking of eating, that's no cheap trip either. It costs us almost 10% of our monthly grocery budget just to get to the store and home again. This means we must get everything we need (that the freezer will hold) for the month in one trip. There are no oops-I-forgot-the-??? runs in our lifestyle. Just can't be done.
So, as you can see, putting a vehicle back in our parking space would be one of the absolutely best things we could ever do for ourselves. Not to mention, with the money we save on cabs, we might be able to go out to dinner, once in a while. Or shop the grocery sales, as they happen. Or visit our sons. Or take a mini-vacation.
End of the World
There's a song, by REM, with a chorus that states: "It's the end of the world, as we know it." It appears, from where I'm sitting, that 2012 may well be the end of the world, as Mark and I have known it for several years now.
Change - good or bad - is never comfortable. But it would certainly be nice to catch a break. Ya know?
Window-shopping is great fun. Even when you're shopping for windows. But, for me, window-shopping for kitchen utensils is just about the best fun I can imagine.
We've decided that we desperately need to replace some of our kitchen stuff. The spatulas we own are old and/or nylon. Neither is a good thing. The old one is falling apart and the nylon ones just don't get the job done - especially now that we're transitioning to cast-iron cookware.
Another problem? I've been making homemade biscuits and pie crusts, but I don't actually own a rolling pin or dough blender. Sure, I've gotten some very creative work-arounds going. Owning the actual, designed-for-this-purpose tools would be a serious time-saving improvement.
Then, we have the ultimate (for us) kitchen dream: a Mandoline. We have a deep fryer and love to make our own fries, chips, chimichangas, etc. But, cutting fries takes forever and cutting chips is just too labor-intensive with a knife and cutting board. Something that juliennes veggies for a salad, crinkle-cuts fries or chips, slices potatoes (evenly) for potatoes au gratin would just simply make our lives a thousand-percent easier.
So ... we're window-shopping and creating wish lists. If we only pick up an item or two every paycheck, we'll still be simplifying our cooking routines and, in the long run, cutting our food bills dramatically by making our own goodies.
I probably wouldn't consider this, if it weren't for OXO - their products are well-made, reliable, and durable. I can plan out my utensil / kitchen tool remodel with ease, knowing they'll still be around when I get to the end of the list.
And knowing that I won't be replacing the first OXO item before I've managed to buy the last one.
Thanks to a number of urgent problems, projects, and issues, we have been noticeably absent from the blogging world for the last month or so. I'm happy to say that things have settled and calmed and ... We're baaack!
Due to those issues and problems, we have been seriously rethinking the focus and scope of Random Musings. Over the next few days and weeks, you'll get an idea of where we hope to be heading for the future.
I hope you'll like the direction we're taking. And, if not, that you'll let us know what we can do to excite and interest you.
I have been in exile - my keyboard was partially dead and the voice-recognition software, that I was trying to use to keep up, decided to block my ability to move around the 'Net and post to my blog. The depression was overwhelming.
Today, I am doing a major happy dance! The new keyboard finally got here - and I installed it. Mark got me started, along with online instructions that weren't exactly accurate -- but I installed it!
This is not something I usually do - I'm the software person; Mark's the hardware person. But -- I installed it!
And I have made a solemn vow - I will not eat, drink, or breathe anywhere near this keyboard, ever Ever EVER in my long-legged life.
I've only been playing with this for a couple of days now, but I'm finding the process of talking instead of typing to be very interesting. And very frustrating.
While, I always thought that I spoke clearly, I am finding out that that is not quite true.
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It is interesting how well the software understands most of what I say. I do see, however, that I'd tend to speak very rapidly and tend to slide over certain syllables.
And, apparently, there are certain letters that I simply do not pronounce well. I was taking the tutorial for this software and at the end of each section, I had to say "next". By the time I finished the first few screens, Mark was ready to kill me. (In fact, I had to manually type "next" just now.)
Frankly, I don't know how well I'm going to do with this, since speaking clearly enough is much more difficult than I expected. It also, for some reason, makes me feel very self-conscious. Perhaps, if I didn't have to speak quite so slowly, I wouldn't feel like the village idiot.
Oddly enough, in the midst of this learning curve, I have found an interesting side benefit: I spend much less time worrying about formatting each post. Despite making myself crazy, I actually seem to be getting more done. It just feels as though I've run a marathon by the time I reach the end of each sentence.
There is always the chance that it isn't all me. It may be that the microphone I am using, although designed for voice recognition, isn't quite up to the challenge. If memory serves, it has been treated rather unkindly since I bought it several years ago.
So, with all of that working against me, I am begging you, please! - cross your fingers, your toes, and your eyes for me. I am obviously going to need all of the help I can get.
Oh, while I'm asking for favors, could you toss in a prayer or two for my life? Because, if I don't get very good at this - very soon - Mark is going to kill me!
Last night, in the spit take of all spit takes, I managed to do some serious damage to my keyboard. If I had a desktop computer, this would be a much less difficult situation.
With a laptop, there is no way to simply plug in a new keyboard. And as I would strongly prefer to not take screwdriver to laptop, I am forced to find more creative ways to deal with this situation. Right now, that means learning to use voice recognition software.
If my hair weren't gray before this, it would certainly be gray now. (I can see that I'm going to be buying a lot of hair color.)
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Truth be told, there are keyboards that I can buy that will plug into this laptop. And given the fact that we now have two laptops with problems, it will probably be in our best interest to own a keyboard that works from a USB port.
Let's play a little, shall we? Would you like to play a game?
I will simply talk for a moment or two or three or 10 or 15, because I loved to talk, and we'll see just how software recognizes my speech patterns. I want to correct what he gets wrong I won't even look at what its typing for now.
Now, I will say the same things that I said before. But this time, I will go through and correct the mistakes.
I will simply talk for a moment or two or three or 10 or 15, because I love to talk, and we'll see just how well the software recognizes my speech patterns. I won't correct what it gets wrong, I won't even look at what it's typing, for now.
It could be a tremendous amount of fun, or this could be what finally sends me to the rubber room.
Luckily, I won't be going alone. I am taking Mark with me.
For the week ending 06/18 (or 06/19, the reports differ), one service indicates no timeouts; the other shows 19, for 06/13 alone. In a way, that's rather easy to explain: If service #2 accesses my site more frequently than service #1, the odds that #2 will hit at a time when the connection times out - before the front page loads - are increased.
Uptime
All 3 reports show 0:00 time on error and/or 100% uptime. Which probably means that they could both reach the domain name servers or host, every time they tried. It's just that, for service #2, on several of those times (36 over the week) my site failed to load in a reasonable amount of time.
Connect Time
This is where it gets interesting. Service #2 doesn't provide daily connect times, only a weekly average. Service #1, however, sends me two separate reports - about an hour and a half apart - that do not have the same information.
Last Tuesday, the first report (sent to an email @jmarkafghans.com) showed:
Date
06/13
06/14
06/15
06/16
06/17
06/18
06/19
Connect Time
0.22
0.18
0.19
0.38
0.16
0.16
0.20
The second report, 1 hour 33 minutes later, (sent to an email @yahoo.com) showed:
The tech who works for our complex came out and replaced the modems. In the morning, we were zipping along at lightning speed. It was incredible. It was magical. We were shocked and awed.
By the afternoon, we had slowed to a crawl that would have left us in the tortoises's dust - had we been foolish enough to actually try to race the little critter. I started, heaven knows how many, projects only to be thwarted by a connection that wouldn't. Kept getting DNS errors - for sites like Google.
Naturally, every bit of work I do (dishes and laundry don't count) relies on a connection to the WWW. The frustration is huge; tempers are flaring.
And there is nothing that can be done until Monday.
What did we do in the old days - the days before Internet access on everything from a computer to a cell phone to a wrist watch? How did we get by; get information; function?
Personally, I don't care if there's a name on my clothes, shoes, bags, or sunglasses. Any and all of those things can come from any manufacturer - as long as they're well-made, functional, durable, and attractive. Especially, my 'shades'.
I've always been a sucker for sunglasses. When my daughter was a baby, I had all sorts of styles and colors. (Mainly, because she liked to take them off my face, pull the earpieces wide, and ... {snap!} Mom got to buy new sunglasses.)
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If they'd had these great replica sunglasses in those days, I'd have saved a fortune - and could have gotten a couple pair for my little shade-killer, while I was at it.
The purple ones grabbed my attention immediately - it's a personal addiction: anything purple. But the gold ones are absolutely gorgeous, even though I don't think they would offer much sun protection.
Just a quick, celebratory post - or at least I hope it's celebratory.
(It's the only way I can get the blog templates to update / go live.)
Makes Thingamablog just a little less than perfect, since formatting changes don't show up until something is reposted. Well, that and the fact that, as far as I can tell, the owner/designer has run away - never to be seen again.
Cross your fingers for me - and the template.
Of course, if there's a problem, I'll probably blow everything away before you notice. Let me know - in the comments - if you noticed a problem and when.
Frankly, I just don't get the whole sexy maid costume thing. Maybe because I know I would look (and feel) absolutely ridiculous in one. But, more than likely, it's because I don't care for the person-as-object paradigm.
From where I sit, it's the imbalance of power that's responsible for the popularity of this male fantasy. Trust me - he's not admiring her mind or wondering if she had a rough day, when she's dressed like that.
Of course I could be wrong. There may be no “I am the Master. You must do exactly what I tell you to do.” thought process happening. It may simply be the down-to-here and up-to-there little black and white outfit that creates such … interest.
Calling all eBook readers - the ones on two legs; not the electronic ones.
I do periodic book reviews for a great site, BookSneeze, which seems to be heading away from print. More and more of the options are eBooks, and I don't have a problem with that. I just don't have an eReader.
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And, being a frugal sort, would really rather not have to buy one.
Frankly, I don't need another device. The laptop works just fine for most everything I do. (If it would just mop floors and clean toilets, I'd be in heaven.) So, it seems that getting software for the PC makes the most sense. Especially if I can find a free, reliable download.
Does anyone know anything about the free software, like Microsoft Reader or Mobipocket Reader that's out there? Do you use an eReader and, if so, which one? More importantly, what have you tried that didn't work?
Feel free to fill up the comments with your knowledge, wisdom, advice, and recommendations. I can use all the help I can get.
Even though all of the links work just fine, loading page information through JavaScript seems to have a - seriously - negative impact on site stats. Great for creating tension headaches, though.
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In order to make life a little easier, I took all of the information on the right side of this blog and threw it into a separate file. I then linked that file into all of my blog's page templates. Now, to update the templates, all I have to do is update one file - yay and hooray.
Or ... not.
Prior to that change, my PR on Alexa was steadily and happily improving. After? Let's just say the death spiral was impressive, unexpected, and supremely depressing.
This is where I point out that I am no SEO expert. I don't know how or why PR does a regular roller coaster imitation. Heck, I could even be wrong about the impact of the JavaScript changes.
To be on the safe side, I did put everything back where it was. But, if there's an SEO genius out there - who happens to be reading this - with a better idea? Please share heavily. Cuz the headache is just getting worse.
For now, I'm going to make some minor adjustments to the website templates, recompile my sitemap, and make an offering at the altar of the PR gods.
Earlier, for reasons that shall remain my own, I was having a pity-party. Had out the hats and party favors - heading toward a serious poor-me hour or twelve. Was even considering baking a cake. Maybe canapés.
Then, I ran into my neighbor.
I knew that there were problems with a son and a girlfriend, and a baby. But problems were being handled; decisions were being made. Life was straightening itself out.
My pity-party was safe.
Then, he told me about his other child -- the one with the brain tumor. The one with the surgeries. The one regaining motor skills. A young person who was cheesed off because they had to cut his hair to do those surgeries. A father's joy over that simple aggravation.
I have learned, in the last couple of days, that there are certain phrases that one should never say - or think. They are the Killer Karmic Quartet. A bit like the myriad versions of Murphy's Laws, on a much grander scale.
No matter how innocent one's intentions, or casual the reference, speaking these words or giving them thought - putting them out in the Karmic Universe - will cause an immediate response. In the opposite direction.
I Never Get Sick
A couple of days ago, this was me. The exact thought was "Wow, I haven't actually been sick in a very long time." {Boom!}
If you recall, just last week I swore that I wasn't going to miss SOC Sunday in April. Logic would tell you that an oath like that is just tempting Fate. And Logic would be right.
Again - Karma slapped me down and did it with amazing speed. (See: I Never Get Sick )
It Can't Get Any Worse / It's Gotta Get Better
Wrong! grasshopper. It can get worse and it doesn't have to get better. Especially if you've uttered or thought those words in direct relation to something your kid(s) have just done.
Then, it'll get a lot worse.
Wow! Computer's Really Humming Along
This is the killer of all Killer Karmic Phrases.
At the very least, the computer will now freeze up - like a small pond in Alaska in January. It will not save your files. It will not respond to any other words, deeds, keystrokes, or frantic prayers.
Put a fork in it. It's done.
I'd love to offer words of hope and wisdom. But I haven't been this sick in a long time, have missed all of my recent deadlines, have developed a migraine to go with the stomach bug, and I think my laptop picked up a virus.
Okay, I am not amused! Not remotely; not a little bit! Not even considering a brief bit of levity!
If I wanted to have cell service through AT&T, I would.
But. I. Don't. And I certainly hope that I am not alone.
(Disclosure: I have worked for a subsidiary of AT&T and had service with AT&T Wireless.)
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There are a lot of pros and cons floating through the Webverse related to this potential merger. As a consumer, I can't say that I'm finding too many pros. Let me amend that - as an urban consumer, there aren't many positives for me in this melding of companies.
So, I'll start with:
The Negatives
Increased Cost
Any time corporate mergers thin the options for consumers, there is little incentive for providers to be financially competitive. When you're the only game in town, people either pay what you charge or do without your products and services. Great for companies- and shareholders; crappy for consumers.
Currently, T-Mobile has the best rates (that we've been able to find) in the industry. Periodically, we check; just to make sure that we're not getting hosed. We're not. (I doubt that that will be true if the merger goes through.)
Decreased Innovation
Again, if you're the only game in town, why waste potential profits by creating/acquiring the latest and greatest products for your industry? It's simpler, and cheaper, to just barely stay ahead of the competition. And, if you're AT&T, you probably have a lock on most of the infrastructure. (Although, to be honest, my experience comes from the days of divestiture and landline service.)
Again, T-Mobile phones are some of the best out there - with the exception of those phones that are not made available to them.
Customer Service
If customers have nowhere else to go, do CSRs really have to be nice? Probably not. Will they, anyway? Probably not.
One of the reasons that we have stayed - for 7 years - with T-Mobile is customer service. When Deutsche Telekom came in, things got a little iffy; but it's still possible to find someone who knows what they're doing and - critically - cares about doing it. I have serious doubts that this will continue under the AT&T umbrella.
The Positives
Shareholders will make bundles; AT&T will make bundles; Deutsche Telekom will make bundles. (It's all goood.)
Interestingly enough, I ran across a recording/video on YouTube today
that took me back more than 30 years. It wasn't just the song. It
wasn't even the fact that, back in junior high school, I played the
flute solo that accompanies this song.
It's what, over and over and over, is wrong with this world, and has
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One Tin Soldier [1]
Listen, children, to a story That was written long ago, 'Bout
a kingdom on a mountain And the valley-folk below.
On the
mountain was a treasure Buried deep beneath the stone, And the
valley-people swore They'd have it for their very own.
Go
ahead and hate your neighbor, Go ahead and cheat a friend. Do
it in the name of Heaven, You can justify it in the end. There
won't be any trumpets blowing Come the judgement day, On the
bloody morning after.... One tin soldier rides away.
So
the people of the valley Sent a message up the hill, Asking
for the buried treasure, Tons of gold for which they'd kill.
Came
an answer from the kingdom, "With our brothers we will share All
the secrets of our mountain, All the riches buried there."
Now the valley cried with anger, "Mount your horses! Draw your
sword!" And they killed the mountain-people, So they won
their just reward.
Now they stood beside the treasure, On
the mountain, dark and red. Turned the stone and looked beneath
it... "Peace on Earth" was all it said.
Go ahead
and hate your neighbor, Go ahead and cheat a friend. Do it in
the name of Heaven, You can justify it in the end. There won't
be any trumpets blowing Come the judgement day, On the bloody
morning after.... One tin soldier rides away.
Go ahead and
hate your neighbor, Go ahead and cheat a friend. Do it in the
name of Heaven, You can justify it in the end. There won't be
any trumpets blowing Come the judgement day, On the bloody
morning after.... One tin soldier rides away.
This appears to be my week for looking 'here' and finding 'that' or something similar.
I was, and still am, a Vietnam protester. I do not believe in what was done, how it was done, and the crap that spewed out of Washington in defense. And, right or wrong, Jane Fonda? Pfft on your sorry behind!
I was 18 when the war in Vietnam 'ended'. One month after the fall of Saigon, I was drinking my way across the beach at Waikiki. Mark was on the USS Oriskany, helping with the evacuation.
Seven years earlier, undoubtedly in an attempt to drum up support for the *&()$@! that was Vietnam, Hollywood made a movie. How much John Wayne had to do with the success of the movie is anyone's guess. Me? I'm betting a lot of it lay at his feet.
It was an odd mix of propaganda for America and the reality of life for the Vietnamese - if memory serves. (Tried to find and watch it; no luck, yet.)
What haunts me, to this day, are the emotions that this film evokes in me. Including one of the most moving ballads of the era:
Ballad of The Green Berets [1]
Fighting soldiers from the sky
Fearless men who jump and die
Men who mean just what they say
The brave men of the Green Beret
Silver wings upon their chest
These are men, America's best
One hundred men we'll test today
But only three win the Green Beret
Trained to live, off nature's land
Trained in combat, hand to hand
Men who fight by night and day
Courage deep, from the Green Beret
Silver wings upon their chest
These are men, America's best
One hundred men we'll test today
But only three win the Green Beret
Back at home a young wife waits
Her Green Beret has met his fate
He has died for those oppressed
Leaving her this last request
Put silver wings on my son's chest
Make him one of America's best
He'll be a man they'll test one day
Have him win the Green Beret
"Anticlockwise spiral stairs in the Renaissance cloister of John III, one of the 8 cloisters at Convent of Christ in Tomar, Portugal."
I was looking for something totally different, when I stumbled across this "Picture of the Day" on Wikimedia.
There is something about the stairs, the carvings, the background that caught my attention. Having never visited Portugal or been cloistered in a convent, it's not that I have any preference for the location.
Since I can't explain why it ... spoke to me ... for lack of a better term, I'll simply offer it up for your perusal.
I have played and gotten serious about making all of the posting options
work on this blog. Sometimes I've been successful; sometimes I've given
up. But one thing I didn't think was a problem was the automated process
for creating the keyword meta tag.
It appears I was wrong.
For some reason, I decided to check a couple of pages today and found a
big mess. Lucky me - every change I make to the format seems to create
more of a mess.
It isn't enough that it takes forever, with our connection, to get posts
to actually post. Now the tags aren't right. (Could explain some ranking
changes, now that I think about it.)
Had to laugh today. Went to the store for sodas and smokes, wearing contacts instead of my glasses. One of the clerks noticed, which started an amusing conversation.
In order to wear my sunglasses, I have to wear my contacts. In order to see what I'm buying, I have to bring my readers. But I was just getting started on the joy of being myopic.
I wear bifocals - because I'm old and myopic. Unfortunately, they don't work for what I spend 90% of my day doing - working on the computer. The top half requires the laptop to sit across the room; the bottom half requires the laptop to sit on my chest.
The best - absolute best - solution is putting in my contacts and adding varying strengths of get-em-at-the-corner-store readers. So, as I know I've mentioned before, I got contacts to avoid wearing glasses, only to plop a different type of glasses on my face. Just to be able to do what I should be able to do with the supremely not-inexpensive prescription glasses.
We have had the oddest weather this month, and not just for Arizona. These temperature variations would be considered strange, pretty much, anywhere in the world.
Earlier this week, it was so darned hot that I was running around in shorts and tank top with the windows open and the fans blowing their little hearts out. Now, today? Egads.
It is freezing! Okay, not literally; since the sun came up it's gotten warmer than that. But the rain and wind are wicked cold.
And, of course, I have errands that need to be run. The karmic gods are having a great little laugh, at my expense, once again.
I recently signed a petition on Care2: GOP: If It's Not Consensual, It's Rape, in direct response to the GOP bill that is attempting to redefine rape and incest and further restrict access to abortion. A copy of the letter - with my comments added - was sent to my local legislators.
If I'd any doubts that these petitions actually went to regional legislators, I now know - with absolute certainty - that they do. Which is a good thing; and a bad thing.
The good thing? Someone in Washington, representing the state of Arizona, actually received the petition. The bad thing? Someone in Washington, representing the state of Arizona, actually received the petition.
If the issue weren't so important, the response I received would be funny. The issue is; the response isn't.
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I will let the petition, and an esteemed senator from Arizona, speak for themselves.
In brief:
Dear [Decision Maker],
I am horrified and disappointed in the recent GOP attempts to restrict access to abortion by redefining the definitions of rape and incest. I urge you to protect the definitions and the women who suffer from these horrible acts and vote NO on the "No Taxpayer Funding for Abortion Act."
And in ignorance:
Thank you for contacting me regarding the use of federal funds to finance abortions. I appreciate hearing your concerns on this important issue...
... Over the past several months, it has become increasingly evident that the healthcare reform legislation included the most expansive, pro-abortion agenda ever put forward in law. For this reason, I recently cosponsored S. 3723, the Excluding Abortion Coverage from Health Care Reform Act of 2010, which will clearly and effectively guarantee that taxpayer dollars cannot be used to fund elective abortions.
In response, to the response, I plan to express my opinion - again:
I recently signed a petition on Care2, which you received.
The petition expressed my disgust with the Republican party and their attempts to redefine rape and incest, in order to further restrict women's reproductive rights.
I am contacting you to express additional disgust with the response that I received from your office: I did not, do not, and will not support any political agenda that attempts to legislate what I can and cannot do with my body.
Frankly, I am appalled at your (and your party's) attempts to turn back the clock to the dark ages when a woman's life had less value than the land and livestock her husband (also) owned.
I will soon be taking up a collection - for bail money. Feel free to give heavily. {grins - for now}
For most of this week, I've been updating Random Musings . Which explains the serious lack of posting for the past few days. (I'm hoping to take care of all that today.)
This really isn't a new idea. I've been threatening to put a horizontal menu across the top and pull some of the lists out of the side columns for months. That, let me tell you, became a serious challenge to my coding skills. I didn't think I'd ever get it straight.
Then, with the menu out of the way, I took a really good look at all of the colors. And, to be perfectly honest, I couldn't say that I was too happy with what I was seeing. Everything just seemed way too ... busy.
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And boring.
So, with a ruthlessness borne of a migraine (what was I thinking with all of that clutter?), I decided it was time to make everything much more simple. And, hopefully, a bit more interesting.
I fell in love with the flowers and really like the softer font for the blog title and the menu tabs. What do you think? Easier on the eye? more attractive than that mish-mash of colors?
Sadly, after driving myself crazy to find the twitter/facebook widget on the left, I'm not certain that I like it after all. The buttons are too big and it seems to really clutter up the look of the pages. Maybe something smaller, up on the right by the search bar?
Any opinions? Good or bad. Feel free to share heavily. I'm at the point where nothing looks right.
Guess it's time to take a break, have a smoke, and find something mindless to do.
If this is any indication, February is going to be a very long month.
We've never had what you'd call stellar Internet service; not in all
the time we've lived here. Over the years, we've paid for stellar
service, only to find out - years later - that we didn't actually get
the speed we'd paid for. Oh, they took our monthly payment, just
didn't bother to give us what we'd ordered.
Now, we're getting screwed (second-hand) again. Our connection goes
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Unfortunately, this time around, we aren't the subscribers.
There is simply no way for us to contact the service provider - to
complain, to urge repairs, to hurl epithets and incredibly colorful
phrases. We have to call the complex and beg for help. Some days it
works. Some days it's like spitting in the wind: accomplishes
nothing, but adds a whole 'nother layer of bad to your attitude.
So far, in the last week, we've had more downs than ups. But today
took it to a whole new level. Every half hour, at ten before and
twenty after, the wireless disappeared. Completely dropped off the
list of connections.
So, if this is any indication, I'm really going to hate this month.
Frankly, smoking is becoming an extremely expensive bad habit. I don't
know about where you live, but here in Arizona all of our sins are
pretty heavily taxed. Which got me started thinking; about smoking, in
general and cigars, in particular.
With cigarettes at about $5.50 a pack, for the absolute cheapest
available within walking distance, how do people afford those great
cigars that I see them smoking? Now, granted, they probably don't
smoke 10 cigars a day (my current smoking count), so I suppose that
explains part of it. But even at 2 or 3 a day, depending on brand,
that's nearly as much as I pay for a pack of cigarettes.
Are there any cigar smokers out there? How many do you smoke in a day;
a week? And, if you don't mind, just how expensive is it?
I'm not trying to be nosy, too much; mostly just curious how the cost
compares. Let me know.
As I mentioned last week, I stumbled across a great blog recently: The
Simple Dollar. What I found so interesting was the perspective -
how, frequently, what we buy is tied to how we feel.
In a great mood? Celebrate by buying something. Having a bad day/week?
Pick yourself up with a quick trip to your favorite store.
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Impulse or emotional spending is one of the biggest hits to our
budgets and credit cards. And, when it's all said and done, we
rarely feel better because we're now cash-poorer or deeper in debt.
In fact, shopping-as-therapy is almost guaranteed to make us feel
worse.
That's why I gave it up, years ago. I had closets and drawers full
of stuff I never (or rarely) used and my credit cards were groaning
under the weight of all those charges. Believe me, the impulse is
still there (watches, shoes, and handbags call to me); I've just
learned to turn a deaf ear and blind eye.
The latest The Simple Dollar column, "The
Lifestyle You Want," looks at some basic emotional and financial
truths. Starting with "If you're unhappy with your life, buying
stuff won't change that." Truthfully, how much do we really need -
not want, not desire - but need to be happy?
My Gotta-Have List
A roof over my head that doesn't leak ~ I am not likely to enjoy
living in my vehicle or taking up permanent residence in a tent in
the wilderness.
Running water and a working toilet ~ For pretty much the same
reasons as above, these are things I just gotta have. No
negotiating.
Electricity and/or Gas ~ Being averse to living in a tent or
vehicle, I am also averse to having no lights or heat (or cool). I
know it's odd, but that's just the way I am.
Food, on a fairly regular basis ~ It doesn't have to be gourmet;
it just needs to land (by my own hand or Mark's) on a plate near
my face every day, or so.
Clothes ~ Again, like the food, it doesn't have to be fancy.
Heaven knows, I don't go anywhere fancy. But I do like to cover up
the ugly parts, even if I'm just sitting around playing computer
games.
Select Electronics ~ Okay, I'm not as basic as I'd like to think.
I need a TV and a computer and a basic cell phone - I just do.
Right or wrong.
Books ~ I would probably be willing to swap the TV for an
unlimited supply of reading material. In fact, I'm pretty sure
that would be more than a fair trade.
Off the top of my head, I can't honestly think of anything else
that's a deal-breaker. A working vehicle would be really great.
However, since ours died a couple of years ago, I know that it's
possible to get around without one. It's not convenient or always
easy, but it can be done.
Your Gotta-Have List
What about you? What would be on your list of gotta-haves? Better
yet - what can you, absolutely, give up or do without?
Not that long ago, I added a toolbar at the bottom of my blog pages. It offered some interesting little options - recent posts, search - that I thought would be fun. Over time, it simply seems to be in the way and I started looking for new 'toys' to add in its place.
Search
The search (top right side) was easy enough to add and seems to work just fine. (It's funny how often I've searched my own blog, looking for what I might have written on various topics.) Please give it a try and let me know if you have any problems.
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Sharing
As for the sharing widget, locked on the lower left side, that took a little more digging. Apparently, if you don't use the proper term in the search engines, you don't get anything even approaching what you want. I was just about to give up, when I found this little goodie. The boxes are larger than I wanted, but (so far) I haven't quite figured out how to shrink them down. Any suggestions / advice would be most welcome.
'To the Top' Button
I think, however, that my favorite addition is one of the simplest.
Under the share widget is a smallish up-arrow. Clicking on the arrow will take you to the top of any page. Since I have been known to get just a little long-winded, it makes me happy that my readers are no longer stuck manually working their way to the beginning of my long pages and posts.
Opinions?
I'd love to know what you think - good or bad. Did you use the toolbar? Do you know how to shrink the widget share boxes?
One of the perks of being sick, if there is such a thing, is a chance to do something that you don't normally have or take the time to do. For me, it's been reading. New-to-me books that I hadn't made time for in over a year and favorites that I've already read 2 or 3, or more, times.
Luckily, all of my books are stuffed into the bottom of my nightstand. It didn't take much more than reaching down to swap a finished book for the next one. And when I got tired, I only had to close my eyes and take a nap.
Okay, the laying around, feeling like something on the bottom of a very dirty shoe lost its joy pretty quickly. But forgetting how badly I felt in the pages of a book - that's a constant joy. I even managed to discover a couple of new authors that I think I'll be spending more time with in the coming years.
I also learned that not all J. D. Robb titles are conducive to sweet dreams.
Right before Christmas (wouldn't you know it), I picked up a bug. Don't know where; don't know when. (Wow, that sounds like a song!) But it has become my new BFF and constant companion.
The odd thing is that I really haven't had any serious complaints, per se. Beyond a constantly queasy stomach and general malaise. No (new) aches and pains; no fever. Just a blech feeling - all over.
Don't wanna get up; don't wanna go to bed. Not hungry; not not hungry. Maybe a vague headache, but light and noise don't really make it worse. Sinuses rather aggravated, but no more than usual.
I'm seriously becoming annoyed. Basically, sick and tired of being sick and tired. Except I'm not sure I'm sick and I'm not sure I'm tired.
Hope this is just 2010's way of saying "So long!" Cuz, if this is an omen for 2011? I am gonna be - supremely - ticked off.
Once again, we have a New Year. Naturally, many of us start thinking
about change; resolving to remake ourselves in the next twelve months.
Admirable, if a bit (perhaps) delusional.
Two years ago, I shared my
resolutions for 2009. Looking over my list, I could (and, maybe
should) resolve to make those same changes to my life for 2011. Which
tells you - exactly - how successful I was with them, in 2009.
The last item on my list for 2009 was getting organized; scheduling
my time. It should have been at the top of the list. Without a
workable schedule, nothing else was going to happen.
Virtually every other resolution flowed from creating a schedule;
setting up a way for these goals to become a habit. This, to my
mind, is the only way that making resolutions will ever work - if
they become second-nature, an automatic part of daily life. So,
setting up a routine should have been my first priority.
Reasonable Goals
Sure, quitting smoking - at the top of my previous list - is a
great, healthy goal. But without a foundation of alternate choices
and activities, it (obviously) isn't going to happen. I can
'resolve' and 'decide' to quit all I want; it won't (and can't)
happen.
Not to mention it's really, when you think about
it, just a little vague.
More to the point would be a
specific plan for tapering off. Ten cigarettes a day for two
months would be reduced by 2 for the next two months. After ten
months, it would be down to zero per day for the last two months
of the year - and the rest of my life.
A workable plan.
Hand-in-glove with quitting smoking was getting more exercise,
according to those 2009 goals. Great idea. Also seriously vague.
But,
what if I were to decide to get up, put on the coffee, and spend
that time stretching and doing simple push-offs (a modified
push-up, done upright off a wall or counter)? Several benefits
come to mind: 1) I'm not killing time with a cigarette, and 2) I'm
developing an exercise habit - every morning.
It's a small
addition, doesn't take a lot of time or equipment, and I'm
bringing something positive to the start of my day.
Another 2009 resolution was to do more baking. Another healthy,
great idea that needs to be scheduled in to each week.
With
a kitchen the size of a postage stamp, cooking and baking are ...
challenging. There is simply no way that trying to do a little
something every day would work. But, designating a baking day --
now that's within the realm of possibility. One day, with no other
goal than filling the bread box, cookie jar, and freezer.
Even
making and freezing bread dough or cookie dough is an option. It's
the 'making' - as in dough and a huge mess in a tiny kitchen -
that would be overwhelming for me on a daily basis. Not the baking.
Putting
on the coffee, pulling out dough to defrost, and getting in some
exercise every morning is doable.
As you can see, resolutions aren't a bad idea. Poorly thought out
and difficult to incorporate resolutions are.
If you have an urge to make positive changes for 2011, that's great.
Just take an extra minute or two to really think about how you're
going to add (or subtract) those goals from your daily life. Resolve
to have a workable plan - the simpler, the better; not just for
today, but for the rest of your life.
Santa Claus is a whole lotta fun. But he is not what this holiday is supposed to be about.
Amazingly, everyone (Muslim, Christian, Jew) agrees that Jesus lived.
One would think that this common understanding would bring everyone together. One would be wrong. And that is just so sad.
Messiah or not, it's difficult to argue with the life that this man led. No matter your beliefs, I can't imagine that embracing his lifestyle would be a bad thing.
Who of us is capable of "turning the other cheek" or choosing to forgive those who we feel have wronged us - truly forgiving, not just saying the words?
Today is not the 'anniversary' of Jesus' death; it is the anniversary of his birth.
Whether you believe in him as a savior, or simply a human who did the next right thing, perhaps we could all live a little more as he did. Perhaps that effort would make the world just a little less ... angry.
These Chocolate Crinkles are just incredible. The intense
chocolate of the cookie, offset by the sweet powdered sugar coating
makes for an unforgettable flavor. Once you've tried them, you'll make
them more and more often.
Well, unless you don't like chocolate.
I've heard that there are people like that. But, I'm certain that's
it's just one of those urban legends.
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Chocolate Crinkles
Ingredients
3 eggs
1 1/2 cups granulated sugar
4 ounces unsweetened chocolate, melted
1/2 cup vegetable oil
2 teaspoons baking powder
2 teaspoons vanilla
2 cups all-purpose flour
sifted confectioners' sugar
Preparation
In a large mixing bowl, using an electric mixer, beat eggs, sugar,
chocolate, oil, baking powder, and vanilla until blended. Beat in as
much of the flour with the mixer as possible, then stir in the
remaining flour. Cover and chill the cookie dough for 2 hours.
Shape dough into 1-inch balls. Roll in sifted confectioners' sugar,
coating well. Place balls of cookie dough about 1 inch apart on
ungreased cookie sheets and bake in a 375° oven for 8 to 10 minutes,
until crackled in appearence. Transfer cookies to a wire rack to
cool. (Mom never added this step: Sprinkle with more
confectioners' sugar if desired.)
Ever since my sandals died - it was an ugly death, they pretty much
disintegrated - I have been on a desperate hunt for replacements. Last
Christmas, thanks to a surprise bonus, I ordered a really cute pair of
casual slip-ons. I wore them twice.
My heels bled for days, each time. The shoes currently live under my
bed, as though - given sufficient time - they'll magically soften up
and stop torturing my feet. Yes, I know - delusional thinking.
I know it seems silly, but bear with me. These shoes are made of
breathable materials that support the feet. They're lightweight and
comfortable, with a non-skid sole that would work just fine outside.
The other thing I like? They aren't big, fat athletic shoes. I have
long narrow feet that look huge in the average casual shoe. It's
just not attractive.
Frankly, there are a lot more styles than I expected. And the prices
seem to be pretty reasonable. The more I think about it, the more I
like the idea.
If you've been reading this blog and visiting our site, you know that
we committed a portion of every sale to Rachel Hunnicutt-Knight. And
you know why.
It wasn't for us, trust me. Whether we got orders, or not, mattered
nothing to our day-to-day survival. But we believed that it mattered
to Rachel and her family.
They were expected to come up with $80,000 - in addition to whatever
it took to get her bone marrow transplant. We felt that helping was
the right thing to do.
Rachel eventually got her transplant. It had absolutely nothing to do
with our efforts - but we cheered for her.
On December 7th, Rachel lost her battle with cancer. It had absolutely
nothing to do with what is fair and right.
I cannot tell you why I am angry and devastated over this young
woman's death. I cannot tell you why I am crying over someone I don't
know. I can tell you that her
mother is amazing.
Just in case you were wondering: I have the Power!
A little background, for those of you who don't know us: Mark doesn't
go out - for anything, except (most months) grocery shopping. He
really can't get up and down the stairs. So, if we need (or want)
something from the local store - I am the go-to gal.
Occasionally, that is not something I really want to do.
Tonight was one of those occasions. Mark wanted something from the
store; I felt he was out of his mind; he insisted. I considered ...
adjusting his attitude.
Instead, I simply threw on my shoes and went out -- with extreme
prejudice. In the end, it appears, I actually won.
As he explained it, when I walked out - so did the Internet connection.
We are trying to plan our Christmas dinner. I should mention, upfront, that neither of us are big fans of turkey. Case in point: In defiance of tradition, we had a (wonderful, by the way) ham for Thanksgiving.
But that doesn't solve our dilemma. In fact, it just further complicates the issue. Another ham would simply be too much.
Last year, we went with beef - took out a loan, hocked the family jewels, and bought a standing-rib roast. It was a huge - expensive - disappointment. (Even this lover of rare beef was unable to ignore the ... mooing ... coming from my plate despite many hours of applied heat.)
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Bird Options
Our current thinking is: Fowl, of some species, would be great; preferably more exotic than chicken. Oh, did I mention that (in addition to turkey) Mark will not, under any circumstances, consider Cornish hens. Or (given the local pigeon infestation) Squab. I can live with that last one.
For years, we have threatened to try making a duck or goose. Now that it's just the two of us again, this may be the year to expand our culinary horizons. But ... which bird? (Hence, the earlier cry for Help!)
Duck
As the smaller cousin, this may be a good choice for two people. Especially two people who have a tendency to make enough 'go-withs' to feed the 12th army. Neither of us are good at cooking small amounts -- of anything.
On the negative side, duck is loaded with fat. Fat that must be dealt with in order to have an edible meal. The prep time for a duck meal may be prohibitive for us newbies.
Anyone have experience; a good recipe; advice?
Goose
A larger bird, this may be more meat than the two of us need.
Again, we're looking at culinary horizons and a -- really, really -- fatty bird. Neither of us, it occurs to me, may have the skills to deal with properly preparing a goose.
That and - oh, wow - my favorite scene from "A Christmas Story" - roasted goose, complete with head -- may keep me from ever eating goose again.
Today, I went looking for another of my mom's Christmas cookie recipes. The interesting thing was - I had the name all wrong.
What I thought (or was told) were "Swedish Thumbprints" are all over the Internet under simply "Thumbprint Cookies" or "Polish Tea Cakes." Imagine my surprise.
Luckily, the recipe seems to be what I remember from helping Mom make them. I chose the posting from Simply Recipes because of the picture.
The ones rolled in nuts are exactly what I remember eating, all of my life. (Many, many thanks to Garrett McCord of VanillaGarlic.com and Simply Recipes.)
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Thumbprint Cookies Recipe
INGREDIENTS
1 cup of butter (2 sticks or 8 ounces), room temperature
1/2 cup of sugar
2 eggs, room temperature
1 teaspoon of vanilla extract
Pinch of salt
2 cups of flour
1 cup of chopped nuts (optional)
3/4 cup of your favorite jam
Parchment paper
METHOD
Cream the butter and sugar on high speed for about 3 minutes.
Separate the eggs. Add the yolks and vanilla extract to the butter mixture. If using nuts place the egg whites in a shallow dish on the side and whisk them until bubbly and frothy (the egg whites will be used to keep the nuts on the cookies).
Add the flour and salt. Mix until just combined. Place the dough in the fridge for 30 minutes and preheat the oven to 350F.
Roll the dough into balls about 1 inch in diameter. If using nuts, dip the balls into the egg whites then roll them into the nuts until covered. Place the balls on parchment lined cookie sheets.
Press down with your thumb to make a small well in the center of the cookie. Do not press too hard or the cookie will fall apart. Fill with 1/2 teaspoon of jam.
Bake for 12-15 minutes or until slightly firm. Allow to cool for a few minutes on the cookie sheet to firm up before moving them to a wire rack to finish cooling.
Years ago, I bought a small fiberoptic Christmas tree. It was only about 2 1/2 to 3 feet tall, with a disc in the base that turned and changed the colors of the lights. Personally, I loved the little thing. Even though we couldn't put anything on it.
With cats in the house (Bear, then Paka), it was critical that our tree was small enough to sit on the desk - out of the way of curious kitties. It worked well and, for some unknown reason, neither of them ever climbed up to bother it. I will never understand, though I was incredibly greatful for their ... discretion.
This year, with no kids and no cats, we decided to get a full-sized tree. (Our decision was helped along by the death of the poor little fiberoptic beauty last year.) And, wouldn't you know it, there was a beautiful 6-foot tree for sale across the street.
Given the goodies we've accumulated over the years, we even managed to get it lit and decorated. Merry Christmas to us!
There are few things that take me back to my childhood like Christmas
cookies. My mother - the queen of all holiday sweets - had a box full
of recipes. And, each year, she made a few dozen of almost all of them.
Thanks to her incredible skills and love of sharing, the stacks of
carefully packed containers, filled with amazing goodies, grew -
weekend by weekend - to fill every available space along an entire
wall of our garage. Colorado winters and no insulation kept everything
frosty. (Colorado summers and no insulation were a whole different ...
joy.)
The picture of the cookie plate reminded me, so much, of years gone
by. (I swear I've eaten many of those cookies over the years.) It also
inspired me to search for some of my mom's recipes, which I (sadly) no
longer have.
There were Swedish Thumbprints, Chocolate Crinkles, Russian
Balls and a bar cookie - whose name I have long forgotten - that
had melted chocolate bars and ground walnuts on top. Look! Just a bit
left of center, at the bottom of the picture. That has to be the same
cookie!
Her sugar cookies were the best on the planet - I don't care what you
say. Or what you've ever eaten - unless you are willing to post your
evidence. The no-bake cookies - with chow mein noodles, chocolate,
peanut butter, and mixed nuts were a later addition to her repertoire.
Picture me sitting here, with my eyes closed, trying to remember the
contents of every single box that ever did time in our one-car
freezer. Oooh, the divinity! Basically whipped, sugared egg whites
with colors and nuts. Does anyone remember what it is? Does anyone
still make it?
I'm not a huge chocolate fan, unless it's wrapped (thinly) around
vanilla ice cream. Then, there's fudge ... very specific fudge. The
recipe originated on the Hershey's Cocoa label. Might still be. I just
have never created anything but sludge from it, so I stopped checking.
My mother could turn this list of ingredients into something
resembling ... ambrosia? heaven? must-have? great eats? She isn't the
only one (thank you, Mark) who has mastered this recipe. But Mom's
fudge was just one more reason that I spent a great deal of time in
the garage, after Thanksgiving.
But, back to the cookies that I miss, so much (I love you, Mom):
With huge thanks to Life
Needs Art for the picture - one of my favorite recipes:
Nutmeg Log Cookies
Preheat oven to 350 deg.
Cookie
1 cup butter, softened 1 tsp vanilla 2 tsp rum flavoring 3/4
cup sugar 1 egg 3 c sifted flour 1 tsp nutmeg 1/4 tsp salt
Cream butter, vanilla, rum flavoring. Beat in the sugar and then mix
in the egg. In a separate bowl, stir the flour, nutmeg, and salt. Mix
with the butter/sugar.
Shape dough into logs about 1/2 inch thick, then cut into 2 inch
pieces.
Bake on greased cookie sheet for about 12 minutes, until the cookies
are lightly golden on the bottom. Let cool on wire rack.
Frosting
1/3 cup butter, softened 1 tsp vanilla 2 tsp rum flavoring 2
cups confectioners sugar 2 Tbsp milk
Blend butter, vanilla, rum flavoring together (I used my stand mixer).
Then add the sugar and milk. The frosting is fairly stiff, so I added
just a few drops more milk to make it a little softer. It should not
be runny. It needs some texture.
Frost the cookies, making grooves in the frosting using the tines of a
fork so that they resemble logs. Sprinkle with powdered nutmeg while
the frosting is still moist.
After a brief break, this week we return to the subject of saving money at the grocery store. One thing we all have to have is food - gotta eat, you know - regularly.
But, as we started exploring, it is not necessary to break the bank to keep from starving.
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After addressing meat, produce, dairy, and bakery items, we are left with the middle of the store. In so many ways, this is the risky part of the shopping trip. The items you'll find here tend to be the snacks, sodas, and pre-packaged processed stuff with a longer shelf-life than Styrofoam.
Frozen
Vegetables
Frozen vegetables are less processed than canned, meaning more nutrients and fewer preservatives. Like anything else, however, you need to read the labels carefully. We found several packages with added sugar and/or sodium.
Store brands are almost always the best deal. At our regular store, the 12 oz packages are almost always on sale for $0.88. We get two meals out of each package, putting the cost at about $0.22/serving.
Fries and Pizza
Non-name brand french fries are frequently half the cost of the big names, and potatoes are potatoes. The frozen pizza that costs $4.99 across the street is frequently $1.50-$2.00 cheaper at the grocery store. (If not, we don't get one.)
Ice Cream
Our store has a 'premium' ice cream that is about a third the cost and usually has better ingredients. Back before diabetes came to live with us, we bought the giant buckets of ice cream - about $4.00 for 3 gallons. And every bit as good as any other option.
Frankly, we don't buy much else in this section. But, what we do buy, we buy on sale.
Canned and Boxed
Side Dishes
These are convenience foods - open a box, add milk and fat, and poof! a side dish. Throw in a little protein and it's a complete meal. Store brands are affordable, but all of them are full of preservatives and sodium.
With a little time and effort, I promise - you can make your own equivalent for less. And you'll be cutting down on the sodium and chemicals in your diet. Leave these on the shelf.
Vegetables
We just don't buy canned veggies. They are heavily processed, have far less nutritional value, and just don't taste as good as the frozen version. Except for tomatoes and tomato products.
Instead of canned sauces and chili, we tend to buy the ingredients and make our own. It's more cost effective and we know what we're eating. Trust me, canned tomatoes or tomato paste aren't much different from brand to no-brand (with the exception of the really inexpensive generic, white labels). Don't pay more for the pretty label or big name.
Coffee and Tea
If you are into caffeine - as we are - this may be one area where compromise simply isn't possible. Cheaper no-name coffee and tea are rarely the same quality as name brands. They cost less because there is more filler (coffee) or poorer quality leaves (tea).
Our answer? Stock up when our favorites are on sale.
Paper, Plastic, and Cleaning Supplies
Paper
In a nutshell, we buy 4-packs of Kroger-brand toilet paper. It's similar to Scott-brand, but about 1/3 the price. And it lasts forever, compared to the cushy soft kinds. Generic paper napkins are usually good for daily use.
Plastic
The same with storage and trash bags. Most of the store brands are fine. Just don't necessarily buy the cheapest, and check the mils (thickness) on the trash bags.
Cleaning Supplies
For liquid dish soap (we don't have a dishwasher), this is a case where the store versions tend to not work as well. They seem to be watered down, so you end up using much more and erase any possible savings. It's easy to get a mid-range option - such as Ajax - on sale and stock up.
With laundry products, less is more. "Everyday Cheapskate" has a great recipe for laundry detergent that saves a fortune. And, instead of fabric softener, one-half to one cup of vinegar in the final rinse helps soften without perfumes. Hard water? Add one-half cup non-iodized salt to the wash water and get rid of the dinginess.
For other cleaning situations, I suggest "Pioneer Thinking" Cleaning Solutions section and - again - "Everyday Cheapskate" columns. There are recipes and tips, enabling anyone to avoid paying high prices by making their own supplies.
Bottom Line
No matter what you need, there is a cheaper way to get it. P&G eSaver Coupons are one of my favorites. They load right onto your store shopping card; no clipping or schlepping or forgetting. Most are good for about 90 days, so if you're waiting for a sale - the coupons will be there when you need them. And they come right to your email inbox.
Several columns and blogs are dedicated to helping you save time and money. One I just discovered is Deal Seeking Mom. If you weren't aware, a lot of people offer coupons on eBay. (Learned that one from DSM.)
Finally, don't buy what you won't use. A great deal isn't, if it's something that will just take up space and gather dust.
The cost of feeding our families is on my mind this week. Especially
since yesterday was the oh-so-dreaded monthly grocery trip. There
simply is no way that that is ever fun.
At least not at checkout. And, frankly, schlubbing everything
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Groceries
With all due respect to the SSDCoLA
fairy, things are more expensive this year. And - are you
listening, fairy? - food is a valid part of the cost of living. As
in, no food - no living.
Crankiness aside, there are ways to live within one's means and not
starve. My first suggestion - don't hate me - is a small, separate
freezer. (Unless you have a huge freezer section in your fridge; and
I mean huge.) That way, as sales and cash flow permit, you can stock
up on specials.
Meats
We don't - under any circumstances - pay full asking price for
anything down the meat aisle. Some months we eat a lot of chicken;
some months pork. Occasionally, we get a deal on beef.
Our store, a local Kroger affiliate, has a lovely section with
'Manager's Special' bargains. As you might expect, these are
(undoubtedly) a day or so past the sell-by date. They are also
perfectly edible and cost one-third, or less, of the original price.
The only caveat being they need to be cooked right away or
immediately frozen. (They will not last long in the fridge. Period.)
Would I still buy them if my budget were a little more ... flexible?
Absolutely. Wasting money is wasting money, no matter how much is
sitting in the bank.
A guideline for whether the price is 'acceptable'? The closer you
can get to $1.00 per serving (not per pound), the better. If I can
buy 4 boneless, lean, center-cut loin chops for about $4.00, I'm
happy. (See 'Manager's Special'.) In today's economy, 4 of the same
for $8.00 is probably still a good deal; but I don't have to like it.
Produce
This is a little trickier, but still doable.
First, buy in season. Yes, you can get melons in the dead of winter
and apples in February. But they were shipped in from outside your
area and will cost you dearly.
Second, use that freezer. Most everything (lettuce, watermelon,
citrus, and cucumbers excluded) will freeze beautifully, if you do
it right. Personally, I am of the opinion that if you can buy it
frozen at the store - you can freeze it yourself. (But then I've
made my own preserves, baked my own bread, and dabbled in dill
pickles. I could be biassed.) Another caveat : frozen carrot
or celery sticks will probably not be snackable when thawed.
Lastly, you would not believe how long those (aforementioned) celery
and carrot sticks will last in the refrigerator - with proper care.
We immediately wash our carrots and celery, then cut into three-inch
pieces. Those pieces are then put into inexpensive zippered bags and
- this is really important - sealed airtight. Squeeze - all - the -
air - out. We've had them last, beautifully, for weeks and weeks.
Oh, and the carrots? Another option is cleaning, cutting, and
putting them (covered with water) into a small plastic container
with a tight-sealing lid. If the kids get into the carrot sticks a
lot (good for you and them, by the way) this eliminates the worry
over resealing the bag.
Dairy
Nothing in this category is (to my understanding) freezable. However:
Low-fat milk is often cheaper than whole milk. It also has fewer
calories and is lower in sodium, without giving up calcium. Where we
shop, milk is milk. (In my youth, I drank milk straight from the cow
- my uncle loved to 'shoot' calcium at us! So, I'm not fond of
low-fat. And, since I rarely drink milk, I'm not worried about the
calories and sodium.)
Cottage cheese and sour cream are - as far as I've noticed - the
same quality, regardless of the name on the label. Although I did
notice yesterday that the low-fat had more carbs than the regular.
(Guess which one we took home.)
Yogurt, from our experience, is often better in generic or
store-brands. The added sugar in so many name-brands is positively
ridiculous. Our store carries a 'CarbMaster' version that has only
3gms of sugar/carbs. And - most importantly - tastes great, lower
price, still has real fruit.
Eggs - ooh, fun stuff. (First, how is something that has nothing to
do with milk considered dairy? {sigh}) You really can't freeze 'em.
So, if there's a great deal (I just got 2 18-packs for $3.00), how
do you make sure you're not poisoning your family by the time you
eat all of them? Easy. Rumor has it they are good in the fridge for
4-5 weeks. If there's any doubt, get a bowl of cold water and gently
drop in an egg. The more it floats, the older it is. (If it's doing
the backstroke across the bowl - capture on video for YouTube, then
RUN!)
Cheese is my favorite dairy product. So many varieties, so little
time. (Never pay full price, by the way.) Like our carrot and celery
sticks, air is the mortal enemy. Once you see a spec of mold on the
outside, it's already taken over. Cost-wise? It's all trial and
error. Some store brands are just as good as name brands; some are -
supremely - worse. (Our store-brands are comparable at less than
half the price and much less salty.)
Bakery
We don't buy much in the bakery aisle. Mark just can't (as much as
he wants them) have the carbs.
Nonetheless - Egads! I can buy a loaf of wheat bread at the corner
store for $2.59, or I can buy a loaf of wheat bread at my grocery
store for $0.88. The same with hot dog and hamburger buns. The carb
and fiber numbers are pretty much the same. Often the sodium is
lower in the generic/store brands. So, hmmm, let's see. One loaf for
$2.59 or 3 loaves for (just a bit more than) the same price?
Ideally? I'll go back to baking my own bread, rolls, and (shhh,
don't tell) doughnuts. It's cheaper and I know what I'm eating.
Everything Else
This is huge - literally the rest of the store - so, I think we
should dedicate an entire post to the rest of the shopping trip.
Agreed?
I haven't dressed up in years, but I have to say I remember quite a few of my favorite costumes. One of the last years I went out as a kid, I had the most incredible outfit.
My aunt, who is a whiz with fabric and a sewing machine, recreated a Raggedy Ann dress, apron, and perfectly colored wig. I was 12 or 13 and still recall walking proudly down the street to a friend's Halloween party. My first - if memory serves.
Then, there was the year that my husband and I went 'period'. Not sure which period, but it was great fun.
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We rented costumes. I styled my wig; he wore a tricorne. My first (and only) adult Halloween party. It felt like Cinderella and the ball - a magical, not me, evening. More than thirty years later and I still just want to ... {sigh}.
Fast forward to the late 80s / early 90s. The company I worked for decided to celebrate Halloween with costumes, food, and general merriment. Never one to participate, I (nonetheless) let my hubby-to-be paint me up like a cat.
I slapped on some extremely long artificial nails and dug out my wig. Despite my reluctance, I actually had fun and even won the costume contest. The only problem with the whole day was ... you guessed it ... the nails.
After 2 hours of trying to two-finger-type my way through a month-end workload, I headed to the cubicle next to mine. With a heavy heart, I handed her the scissors and stretched out my paws. My voice broke as I cried:
All I can say is: You know it's going to be a bad day when you can't get out of your apartment.
No, I didn't actually want to be up. And I certainly didn't want to be dressed and heading out the door. But, and this was the critical deciding factor, I desperately wanted a cigarette. Choice made; gotta go. Except I couldn't.
For the record: The lock on our front door has always been a little, shall we say, twitchy. Difficult to lock and unlock from the outside; keys sticking. Minor issue, since one of us is usually home and we lock up from the inside. (Wow, that's sad; we've gotta get out more.)
Then, a few months ago, after the new weatherstripping, the lock got even ... twitchier. Opening and closing the deadbolt became an Olympic event. In fact, Mark usually had to lock the door because I couldn't get the mechanism to turn.
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Fast forward: I am up, against my better judgement, and, since I am up, I want a cigarette. Clothes on, shoes tied, ready to go. Nope! Lock won't turn.
While suggesting I might want to mention this situation to the office, Mark has a go at the door. Nope! Won't budge. Pliers in hand, he now insists that I discuss this with the office. Hey, great idea - get me out! and I'll be happy to do just that.
After a few creative phrases and criminal abuse of a deadbolt, it was decided that we had a serious problem that needed immediate resolution. Gee!? Ya, think?! (Panic makes me a tad sarcastic.) My call to the office went something like this:
Me: "Hi, this is Jules. We have a problem with the lock on our door."
Manager: "Oh, are you locked out?
Me: "Uh, no. {dramatic pause} Locked in."
Well, suffice it to say - she found that rather amusing. So amusing, in fact, that I could hear her laughing across the atrium and through my securely bolted front door.
In her defense, she did come right up - tools in hand - to free us from our tiny apartment. Which, by the way, was getting smaller with every passing moment that I was stuck inside. It's a bit like not having a car; it doesn't matter if you have nowhere to go, the fact that you can't go anywhere will make you crazy. (I was starting to pace, energetically.)
By this point, Mark had taken the lock apart and was trying to force the mechanism. The lock was having none of that. There was no piece or part that would give an inch. So, with the manager on the outside and Mark on the inside, the standoff began.
Luckily, Mark has a collection of tools to rival any well-stocked hardware store. As time marched on and the lock continued to thwart any and all efforts, my job became handing larger and ever deadlier items out the front window. The housekeeper found this highly entertaining.
When the wire cutters passed through the window, I started eyeing the space between the side of the desk and the open window. Have I mentioned that when you can't do something normal, it becomes the only thing you really really really want to do?! I was losing faith in the tool-wielders and desperately in need of --
Suddenly, from the lovely, open, beyond my reach, rarified air of the real world - a voice floated up:
Do ... you ... need ... food!?
Epilogue: I check the new deadbolt several times a day. Unlocking and locking; unlocking and locking. It's my new(est) compulsion. Well, that and stashing cigarettes all over the apartment.
Anyone (and, dare I say, everyone) who has had success losing weight
loves to share their weight
loss stories. I went looking for some of those today.
Unfortunately, the web address is no guarantee of the content.
It's not that I have a lot of weight to lose, maybe 10 pounds on any
given day / week / month. But, I would certainly love to hear from
anyone who has found a healthy, doable way to get those lbs off.
Especially, ideas that don't involve pills, potions, and magical
spells.
Truth be told, it isn't even the 10 pounds. It's where they've taken
up residence. 'Cuz it just doesn't matter how great your legs, arms,
and fanny look when there's that "Do you want a boy or a girl?"
tummy preceding you into every room.
So - hints, tips, ideas, help!? Please feel free to fill up the
comments with your success stories.
We recently watched - okay, it was just me (Mark rarely tunes in) - an episode of CSI: SVU. The wife had a liver disease; the husband was ... not a good guy. His actions caused a systemic infection that destroyed the wife's liver. At the end, hubby donated a part of his liver to save her.
The network / show either didn't understand how this process works, or simply didn't care.
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I will admit that we frequently catch episodes after the original air date. So viewers may have already addressed this travesty, but wrong is wrong and it cannot be said too many times. What was portrayed post-transplant is just beyond incorrect.
The episode showed SVU officers in, I presume, the post-surgical recovery area. Wifey stated that she felt tired, when asked by the detectives. Oh, she had dark circles under her eyes, so we could tell that she was tired.
Yes, I'm upset. And I can't be the only one. So, let's inject a little liver transplant reality here. Shall we?
Anyone with a friend or relative who has gone through the transplant process knows that, post surgery, they aren't exactly looking a little tired . The number of tubes, IVs, and connections monitoring a patient after an organ transplant boggles the mind. And for those of us who are mere observers, it's all just a bit terrifying. Trust me on that one.
It's not that I'm looking for graphic or offensive recreations - just a little honesty. One would think that transplant surgery was no more difficult than lancing a boil. And that simply isn't true.
I was in bed when the first front passed through, around lunch-time. (Hey! I was up all night playing ... I mean working on the computer.) I'd had little, if any, sleep at this point. And - just for the record - I do not wake up in full possession of even a portion of my faculties -- under the best of circumstances.
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Snuggled comfortably in my bed, drifting between dreams, an odd sound fought to make itself heard. It whispered in a tiny, faraway corner of my mind:
Pssst? ... Pssst! ... Dummy!! ... Thunder! ...
Unimpressed and a tad put out (my little voices tend to be rude and insulting), I rolled over and, thinking fondly of raindrops on the roof, burrowed deeper into the bed.
Ahhhh! ... Nothing better than a nice storm {stretch} ... and a long nap!
But somewhere, starting in the deep dark recesses of my groggy sleep-deprived brain and struggling desperately to reach the surface, a vague awareness was beginning to form:
With a speed and violence not seen since the D-Day invasion, an angry mob of 500,000 gigantic p!ssed-off toddlers -- armed with wooden spoons and metal pans, and orders to beat my roof to death -- attacked the building! My brain screamed: Incoming!! and I shot, like a bullet, under the covers!
You have to understand, I grew up in Colorado and lived in Michigan for 23 years -- I am not unfamiliar with hailstorms. They were quite common and often violent. I am (or was), however, blissfully unaware of the sound of a hailstorm on an Arizona roof.
For you non-parents out there -- war movie, full-blown firefight, and surround-sound on max. Or -- more accurately -- on the morning after the night before, someone cranks up the stereo while you're still passed out on the speakers. Not a happy moment!
When I peeked out from the safety of my covers ('cuz everyone knows a fiber-filled comforter will deflect a falling ceiling) only to find no visible damage, I grabbed a robe and rushed to the bedroom window. I couldn't see anything! Nothing! Everything was a fog!
What the ... Hail ... is going on!?
Grabbing my glasses off the nightstand, I rushed to the living room. (Did I or did I not tell you - I do not wake up in possession of anything even approaching coherent thought?)
Cool! Ceiling still there, too! We were two for two in the sky-is-NOT-falling department. But, even with my glasses on, I couldn't see out that window. The rain had plastered the screen to the glass and it was like looking through wet paper towels.
Aw, the heck with this! ... I'm opening the door!
Then again ... perhaps that idea was not quite fully formed. Because, on closer examination, it appeared that our (former) maintenance crew had determined: new weather-stripping around the door does not automatically mean new weather-stripping beneath the door.
Therefore, due to (sloppy maintenance and) rain and hail pounding viciously into the west wall of our building, we had an ever-deepening river flowing east, under the front door, across the foyer, and straight for the carpet.
Grab the sandbags! ... Launch the lifeboats! ... Row, man! Row!
Okay, so -- perhaps -- I exaggerate, a bit. The foyer is about 2'x3'. One big towel soaked up the mess. And we didn't have to draw lots to see who went down with the, uh, apartment.
Still, I think it's only fair to expect that it not rain in - or around or under - my doors or my windows or any intentional hole in my tiny little, poorly built, home-sweet-home. Which explains why I was really miffed to find hail shooting out of the kitchen exhaust fan a few hours later, when the second front blew through.
A couple of weeks ago, I bought new makeup. It's a really cool foundation that goes on white and then matches your coloring to even out skin tone. I don't normally wear foundation, but lately I've been have some 'issues' and thought I could use a little more coverage. Now, I'm thinking that this might have been a bad idea.
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Even though the makeup is supposed to be hypoallergenic and noncomedogenic - meaning I shouldn't have an allergic reaction or get clogged pores - my skin has never looked worse. And I only used it twice. Granted, it could be something else triggering the breakouts, but I'm not so sure. The only thing different is the foundation.
It's very upsetting, because after two weeks the acne is just getting worse and worse. If I don't get this under control, I'm going to be hunting down 'how to treat acne scars' sites and products. Most of the pimples are small and barely noticeable - across my chin and forehead - although a couple are actually sore. Then there's the entire left side of my face.
Rather than random onesies and twosies, most of my left cheek has some sort of problem. Keeping my face clean hasn't done the trick and I'm starting to get a little miffed. I never had this much trouble when I was a teenager. And, frankly, if I end up with acne scars at my age I am going to be much more than miffed.
And on that note, guess I'd best go see what magic elixirs I've got hiding in the cupboards.
Of all the things I imagined myself doing today, tearing apart a desk and remaking it was not at the top of the list. Heck, it wasn't anywhere on the list. But, it certainly turned out to be a lot of fun.
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Mark got some new tools a few months ago, but living in an apartment there aren't many opportunities to use them. Combine that with the fact that our computer desk is simply too large for the room and you can see how this got started. A need for more space, mixed with new toys, became a reconstructed desk.
It was actually pretty easy. We took the center section out, cut it down - dramatically - and put it back together again. In the process, I got to -- for the first time in my life -- use a circular saw and made one heck of a mess in the kitchen.
For those who use power tools all the time, this probably sounds silly. But for me, it was a blast! I danced all over the living room singing "I cuut woood! I cuut woood!"
Being new at this woodcutting / power saw business, I can't say that every cut was perfect. Which meant I got to play with the power sander, too. Lots of noise and even more dust! Wheee!!
Of course, now I've got lots of cleaning up to do and that turns out to be not nearly as much fun.
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It's not that the new operating system is complex; just, well, new. And the Acer Aspire does have some pretty incredible bells and whistles. Probably more than I need and, definitely, more than I know how to use. The keyboard, however, is driving me cuckoo.
You see, it has a 10-key on the right side. Which, while one of the reasons I ordered this model, is presenting me with whole new levels of frustration. Because of the built-in keypad, everything else is shifted, not so slightly, to the left.
I, being a creature of habit who is hardwired into but-this-is-how-I-always-{fill in any activity}, continue to position my hands and my brain squarely in the middle of the keyboard. (A friend of ours, who just happens to be a physician, just happened to mention OCD the other day. Just ... casually, you know; in passing. Can't imagine why.)
So, I'm relearning how to type, keep forgetting I have a keypad, and really have to get busy. Somehow, having a laptop with better memory and graphics just makes me want to play all the games that wouldn't run on the ThinkPad.
It appears that we have a serious laptop issue. We buy them, we love them, we kill them. Actually, with the exception of the Compaq that fried at the adapter connection to the motherboard, it's been the monitors that have gone down (up?) in flames. And, a few days ago, we 'lost' another one.
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Naturally, we don't wreck them intentionally. Buying laptops is far too expensive to keep arbitrarily trashing the screen. Yet, we keep managing to (to paraphrase one of my favorite movies) take 'em out; uh, take 'em, take 'em down.
So, for the fourth time in as many years, I am ordering a new laptop today and am excited, frankly. One of my favorite techie shopping sites notified me of their 48-hour sale, starting at 9:00am yesterday, and I fell in love with a Toshiba that came with a great instant discount and free shipping. I should have known better.
What was in my price range on the day before payday, was sold out this morning. Yesterday's second choice (also a Toshiba) was $100.00 off with free shipping when I had no money. Today, the discount is cut in half and shipping is no longer free.
Beginning to wonder if the laptop police have decided I no longer am worthy.
Now that I can see that my skin has gone horribly, horribly wrong, the question is: What am I going to do? There are so many options. But, the answer is very simple.
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I have not got a clue! Is there a 'Skin Care for Dummies' out there?
To start, I need to get rid of the {unmentionable number of} years of neglect - meaning lots of dermabrasion. Also known as carefully sandpapering away the dead skin of a thousand lifetimes. Orbital sander notwithstanding, this is a fine line. As once you see bone you've, pretty much, gone too far.
Assuming I make it through Stage 1 without needing a transfusion and cheekbone reconstruction, I then have to find a way to nourish this (hopefully) new-found younger-looking skin. When my hands and feet turn into leather, I slather them with petroleum jelly, throw on clean white cotton socks and let the moisturizing begin.
Somehow I just don't think that's going to be a good recipe for my face. Not to mention - without a field of cotton, a gin, cards, spinning wheel, and a really big crochet hook - I am probably not gonna find a sock that big.
Frankly, after reading and researching all of the wondrous beauty products on the market, I'm leaning toward making my own skin care products. All-natural ingredients, designed to support what the skin does on its own. I've even found an intriguing book - written by a nutritionist/skin expert - that has a lot of information about how skin works and what it takes to keep it happy. Especially, after 40.
Years ago, when I still had reasonably healthy skin, I owned a book by Diane von Furstenberg that was filled with recipes for gentle, effective skin care. The ingredients were fairly inexpensive, easy to use, and did (as I recall) keep my skin looking healthy. Of course, at 20-something, that's probably not too difficult.
We'll see if the same process works 30 years later.
We (my eyes and I) seem to be operating under the no-good-deed-goes-unpunished aphorism. They don't understand that I need to be able to not merely see - but clearly read - the computer screen. And preferably from a distance that doesn't involve surgical alteration to the length of my arms.
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Don't get me wrong. I love my glasses. (Well, except when I look in the mirror; then, I hate them.) I can see the TV from across the room, and even read street signs. I can read the fine print on the cereal box and even thread a needle. It's great; really.
It's just that I can't - at a comfortable distance - see the screen on my laptop clearly. The top of the bifocals focuses a little too far away; the bottom, a little too close. Meaning I either increase the length of my already-so-long-I-bump-into-everything arms or I have a joint inserted in the middle of my forearm, cuz right now I don't bend that way.
I do have a third option - contacts and readers. The combination works. I can clearly read the print on the monitor without balancing the laptop on my shins or bumping my nose on the screen. But, somehow, putting in contacts and putting on glasses feels a bit like putting lifts in high heels - redundant and ridiculous.
The real kicker? The contacts and readers I had - before I spent a king's ransom on new stuff - managed to do about as well as this new stuff for computer work. Thereby invoking the no-good-deed-goes-unpunished portion of today's entertainment.
But, since I have about 10 hours worth of work to do and no surgeon in sight, I guess I'd best go put the ol' contacts in. {sigh}
Over the years, we have spent a great deal of time at the hospital. (Luckily, not so much lately.) In that time, I have fallen in love with the scrubs that the nurses wear. They look cool and comfortable - just what I need.
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For lounging in front of the laptop. Or even a run to the store for soda and smokes. Seriously!
I see students from the local nursing program at the corner store all the time. If they can wear that medical scrub top (and comfy pants) out and about - so can I. In this incredible summer heat, scrubs have to be more comfortable than even my jean shorts.
Don't get me wrong, I'd never throw on a lab coat or try to create a "doctor uniform." Although, if you haven't checked out the styles lately, you might be surprised at just how non-medical many lab coats look. I actually could see myself throwing one, just a simple white jacket, over a tank top and jeans for a lunch date or trip to the grocery store.
What I didn't expect to find was scrubs for kids. These are seriously cute and incredibly practical. With their easy-on tops and elastic-waist pants, how great they must be for busy parents.
For adults or kids, I imagine part of the attraction - beyond comfort - is that they wash and dry like a dream. Who needs to stand over an ironing board for hours every week? I own an iron, but that doesn't mean I routinely buy clothes that will ever get to meet it.
First - I was really, really, Really in need of new glasses. If you've ever looked through a pair of binoculars, but didn't quite have the focus right - that's been me for heaven knows how long. I put my new specs on and it was like someone put the world back in focus. It was shocking how much clearer everything suddenly became.
Which leads me to the second problem - everything is so much clearer! You would not believe how smooth and even my skin was this morning. Now? I have blotches all over. And where in the world did all those lines come from?!
I'm thinking this new improved vision was a very, Very, VERY bad idea! Because now I need industrial-strength skin care, Botox, and what is with that hair color? Oh, mercy! I am in deep, deep trouble!
Cancer is a strange cell.
You can go along for years in remission
and then one day it pops its head up again.
Pray for the day there will be a permanent cure.
Prayer is a marvelous thing - trust me. When Mark was dying, people around the country started prayer circles on his behalf. Amazing things happened.
Those amazing things included the liver transplant that saved his life. They included support from places and people we didn't know - which kept our spirits and our hopes out of the basement. It could be considered miracles happening. I, personally, don't know.
I do know that the people around us made some major efforts to reach out and help. Emails, phone calls, an incredible collection of inspirational CDs from the sister of a friend. We were surrounded by love and support.
Recently, I was introduced (via the Internet) to Rachel Hunnicutt-Knight, a young lady - younger than my own children - who is battling cancer for the third time in her short life. Diagnosed with ALL at 14, she has done everything (as has her family) to have a reasonably normal life - school, work, marriage, family - while undergoing treatment.
After years of remission, the Big C came back recently. Not only came back, but settled in her bone marrow. The best, and only hope, is a transplant. Luckily Rachel has insurance through her job.
Unluckily, the co-pay for that transplant is $80,000! Seriously! 80K! as a co-pay! But that isn't carved in stone - it could be much higher.
If that weren't insulting enough, the co-pay (that could be any amount - starting at $80,000) - must be raised before the insurance company will consider paying for the bone marrow transplant. This $80K involves Rachel and/or her family paying all of the expenses for the donor - of which they have found (last I heard) 2 perfect matches.
Okay, that isn't the final insult, much as I wish it were.
Rachel is currently going through chemo - again - apparently another requirement before the transplant will be considered. No offense - okay, yes I'm offended - but at what point is the insurance company going to stop punishing this amazing young lady by insisting on chemotherapy, when they could be putting their money where it belongs?! - A possible cure!?
So, yes, pray for this family. Put all of your mental energy behind ensuring that the right things happen. But every day, there is a need for support and friendship and, for everyone who can to share. Visit Got-Marrow.org. I'm not asking that you give financially - but it would be tremendous if you could. Give of your heart. Encourage and support Rachel - who has been through this so many times, and still hasn't given up.
According to the US Population Clock, there are 310,069,018 (and counting) people in the United States. If everyone gave $0.01 - that's right a penny for everyone in the United States - we could raise enough to cover the co-pay. And maybe just enough to keep Rachel and her family financially safe.
Unlike the recently publicized scam artist who claimed to have cancer and personally went running around the Internet to get money from people - Rachel didn't start this campaign or ask for this help. A friend of the family - Rob Jones, my hero - saw the need and created a way for all of us to help.
Well, we finally broke down and bought additional RAM for the 2 slowest computers in the known universe. Miraculously, the memory arrived in record time - 2 days from order to install! Typically, it didn't exactly work right.
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First of all - hats off to MemoryStock.com! Free Shipping! that got here from Stockton, CA in about 48 hours. (Actually less, but I'm too lazy to calculate the exact time involved.) And the right part - the first time! Once I adjust my laptop's attitude, I am definitely going to order from them again.
Now for the bad news. I have an off-lease IBM ThinkPad R40e 2484-NU2 that we bought (okay, Frankie bought it) from a third-party on eBay. It's not the speediest of laptops and, in fact, came with only 384MB of RAM - of which, the BIOS (Basic Input Output System) recognizes about 366MB. (I'd swear the description didn't mention this dearth of RAM, but then I'm old and forget things.)
For an oldie, moldie laptop - at least the RAM is upgradable to 1GB. Unfortunately, the BIOS doesn't know that. So, we (meaning me) need to update the BIOS. Easy, peasy - right!? {buzzer} Nope!
In order to update the BIOS, I need a solid A/C connection and a fully charged battery. Go on the A/C; no-go on the battery. It quit charging about 6 (or more) months ago. Since the A/C works and I never (okay, hardly ever) accidentally pull out the adapter plug - not an issue. Plus - have you priced laptop batteries lately!?!
Well, now it's an issue. In order to use the RAM we just bought, I have to purchase the replacement battery that I have been trying desperately not to need. If you follow JMark Afghans on Twitter, you may have noticed a Tweet that mentions "Visions of Laptop as Frisbee {film at 11}" recently.
All I can say? If this $30 memory upgrade gets any more expensive? I'm buyin' a hammer. A really big hammer. {film at 11:15}
Well, it's official. Being nearly blind is, in fact, expensive. Very
expensive. [Continue Reading ...]
I had convinced myself that, due to advancing age, my vision had
changed for the better. Seriously! I didn't have to hold my reading
material against my nose to see it anymore and, even from across the
room, I could almost make out faces on the TV. Better, right?!
Well, not so much. The best you could say is -- differently bad. In
fact, when I asked the eye doctor about the contacts I've been dying
to order he explained, "There wouldn't even be a 30-day lens, in the
world, for that left eye." Darned astigmatism!
But, looking on the bright side, I did get a pair of lined bifocals
(which everyone is worried I'm going to hate), 6 boxes of contact
lenses - per eye, and three years worth of eye exams (including 10%
off all purchases) for less than the glasses that are currently
falling off my face. I think I love America's Best!
If I thought grocery shopping produced serious sticker-shock, I should
have remembered shopping for glasses. There's a heart-stopper if ever I
saw one. Especially, when it comes to specialty lenses, like mine.
[Continue Reading ...]
I've been putting off getting new glasses for a very long time, now.
The prescription on my contacts is just as old and I can't really see
out of either. Add in the fact that my glasses are bent, the earpieces
are taped on - and you can see it's time to bite the bullet and head
to the eye doctor.
To that end, I have been doing some online pricing. It appears that
the 30-day multifocals I have been desperately wanting are not going
to happen, unless we suddenly hit the lottery. But the deals out there
on eyeglasses are pretty good.
The fact that I am seriously near-sighted, need bifocals, and have an
astigmatism in my left eye shouldn't make a difference. Right!? Oh,
yeah! It's gonna be expensive.
It's really strange. When Mark and I got together, it was just the two of us - for almost 3 years. We were good at just-the-two-of-us. Then, the children descended.
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Eventually, we got really good at being just-the-four-of-us. Okay, maybe not really good - but, hey, nobody died and we're still together. But, starting in 2007, the kids started to disappear. First Frankie; then Michael. We were back to just-the-two-of-us and, although sad at first, we got good at it again.
Over the last 18 months or so, we've had one kid move in and out and in again. It really changes the dynamics - and floor space - when you add a third body (and personality) to the mix. He's been here for about 10 months now and we've adapted, as much as we're going to. Then, last night -- he left.
Granted, it's not a permanent move; he just went to spend the weekend with his older brother. But - Wow! It's quiet in here! And he's not even that noisy. If the room were bigger and you couldn't see him - constantly - out of the corner of your eye, you probably wouldn't even know he was here.
So how does the presence, or lack thereof, of one not-so-noisy person make the whole place seem different? I don't know, but I'll be glad when he gets home on Sunday. The silence is deafening!
I rarely use this blog to enlist my readers in a personal cause. Today, I'm asking your assistance for a family in need. A friend of theirs - and mine - has taken on the Herculean task of helping them raise the co-pay required for their daughter's bone marrow operation: www.got-marrow.org.
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Before you jump to conclusions, let me tell you a little about Rachel Hunnicutt-Knight. Diagnosed with acute lymphoblastic leukemia at age 14, she has battled this disease through chemo, high school, and an attempt at a normal life. Rachel worked, healed, grew up, married, and gave birth to a daughter. After 7 years of remission, the leukemia returned.
For the last 2 years, she has been in remission treatment. However, tests show that the cancer has now spread to her bone marrow. The only answer is a transplant. Rachel is employed; she has insurance, which will cover the surgery - with a co-pay of an estimated $80,000.
She doesn't have that kind of money; neither does her family. This is why my friend - and theirs - has stepped up to enlist our help.
Here - very simply - is what I am asking from you:
And here - very simply - is what I am doing. Starting today, and continuing until Rachel is physically and financially out of the woods:
JMark Afghans, etc. is donating 15% of every purchase to Got-Marrow.org
Scammers and spammers use the Internet every day to cheat, steal, and threaten our online safety. Let's see how much good we can do, instead. Please help us help this family.
It doesn't happen often, but when it does - it happens the minute I walk out the door !
I'm talking about rain in Arizona. That wonderful weather that blows in about this time every year; when the heat and the humidity vie for Most-Supreme-Misery-Maker. Rarely is there a clear winner.
It's probably my fault - not the rain, the getting-rained-on. I knew we were out of cigarettes and I knew there was a storm coming. Just didn't get my behind up and out in time. Which really sucks!
Cuz my shoes get squishy. Cuz my glasses get all spotty. Cuz I really, really hate showering with my clothes on!
The video is from March. I was a little distracted today - wringing out my feet!
It isn't that the connection is bad. It isn't that the connection is unreliable. It isn't even that the connection always goes down in the middle of something I consider important. Well, okay, yeah it is that.
There is this little blog post - not this one, the other little blog post - that I have been trying to post for 2 days. I start; the connection slows to a crawl. I start again; the connection disappears. I give up; the connection zooms.
If it weren't doing this to everyone, it would be easy to develop a persecution complex. Aw, heck. I think I'll take it personally, anyway!
It occurs to me, on a daily basis, that there is no such thing as a free -- anything. Whether directly or indirectly, one pays. Our Internet service is one fine example of getting exactly what you pay for.
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Some blame, I would imagine, falls at the feet of the owner of our complex. I doubt that he is actually shelling out for the best available service. But, to be fair, when our cable and Internet was rolled into our rent, the rent didn't go up. That does count for something.
On an average day I get up, grab coffee, and fire up the laptop. Within the next 60 - 90 minutes, I can count on getting dropped at least 3 times - at least! There are days when it's actually worse - especially if I'm working on something that I consider critical. (I swear sometimes they actually know!)
Then we have the regular daily (for lack of a better term) crap-outs. Between 5:30 and 6:30 - every day - we can count on losing our connections, at least once for at least 5-10 minutes. I'm beginning to think the local techs go to dinner and 'turn out the lights,' as it were.
So, no we don't write a check or pay a bill to our Internet provider. But, trust me! We Pay!
Well, June is finally gone! Hooray! It came in badly and did not go out with a whimper. Never, in recent memory, has one month wreaked so much havoc - from start to finish. July just has to be better. Right?!
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For starters, this month looks to be a food fest, which is just fine with me. I love the seasonal goodies flooding the stores right now. Fresh fruits and veggies are always the top of my grocery list.
But July brings even more to enjoy. Firing up the grill and dusting off those summer recipes is what it's all about. This is a month for celebrating ~ Baked Beans, Culinary Arts, Ice Cream, Hot Dogs, and Blueberries.
If those aren't enough, take a look at the first seven days of July:
National Gingersnap Day
National Anisette Day
National Chocolate Wafer Day
National Barbecued Spareribs Day
National Apple Turnover Day
National Fried Chicken Day
National Strawberry Sundae Day, and Chocolate Day
Okay - that did it! I'm off to the store for turnovers, baked beans, and fried chicken! Oh, and a pint of ice cream and blueberries. And some gingersnaps and ribs. And, in anticipation of the end of the month - lollipops, milk chocolate, and cheesecake!
And some stretchy sweatpants. And an exercise machine. This could get veddy, veddy bad.
What does it mean when you dream about bow ties? Seriously! I had the oddest dream about Mark buying a matching shirt and bow tie - in champagne-on-white stripes, no less. In the dream, he was so proud and I was just . . .
To begin with, I've always (no offense intended) thought that bow ties were just a little nerdy. With the exception of a really snazzy tux, they just don't scream stud. I mean look at Orville Redenbacher! (Okay, not a fair example.)
In an attempt to update my attitude, I went searching for Men in Bow Ties. I found some pictures at the late, great Berkley Magazine that did not make me giggle and cry "Nerd!" In fact, some of the looks were terrific and I can see, now, how bow ties could be a great deal of fun. Especially the not-so-rigid styles.
Still can't quite see one on Mark. But maybe that's just me. And my odd little dream.
The calendar may say that summer starts in just a few days, but that's only for those of you in normal climates. Here in Arizona, it's been 'summer' for weeks. Triple-digit temps are here to stay and gardening is officially a battle against that 'dry heat.' Either way, seeing May and June pop up on the calendar, still makes me want to plant something.
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The last (and only) vegetable garden I had was in Colorado, in the late 70s. I grew the world's best (and smallest) cantaloupe and learned to love baby lima beans - fresh off the plant and steamed with a little butter. We had beefsteak tomatoes that were the size of baseballs and effectively spoiled me forever.
We had some amazing flower beds in Michigan in the 80s and even grew cherry tomatoes outside the kitchen window of our townhouse. Moving out of a house and into apartments didn't slow me down. Granted, I couldn't have tomatoes, cantaloupe, and leaf lettuce, but I could (and did) have anything that could tolerate limited light and the confines of a pot or terrarium.
At one point - I kid you not - there were 120+ pots, 'window' boxes, and terrariums, growing madly and filling every spare inch of my Waterford apartment. I became a macrame maniac, creating 2- and 3-level hangers, just to get everything as close to the windows as possible. Watering days were a marathon event and I really should have gotten one of those contraptions that hooks up to the sink, has a mile and a half of hose, and let's you wander from pot to pot without refilling a can.
Many of the plants, and all of the terrariums, required regular misting / higher humidity. (Just what you need in Michigan - more humidity!) The muscles in my forearms would have made a body-builder proud! But my 'babies' were amazing, and worth the work. (Apparently, my cat agreed - he regularly ate all of the new growth on my Sago Palm.)
A lot of what I grew were succulents and cacti, which is rather an odd choice for an east-facing apartment with trees blocking the windows. But they are really low maintenance - preferring to be left alone for a good part of the year. I'm sure that has to do with the fact that they really aren't 'designed' to be kept in a four-season environment.
Our bedrooms and den had the best exposures, so that's where the light-loving plants clustered. My aforementioned Sago Palm, several small barrel- or globe-type cacti (one of which bloomed faithfully twice a year), Haworthia, Opuntia, and many more whose names I no longer remember. The Sansevieria preferred filtered light, so it stayed in the living room.
I still remember the first time I saw a native version of one of my little house plants, here in Arizona. You cannot imagine the shock when confronted with a 4-foot-tall (or taller) version of the little 3-inch baby that sat in a pot on the windowsill. Mother Nature's little reminder that not everything belongs in a container in one's living room.
This time of year makes my green-thumb a little twitchy, and I do miss puttering and pruning. But, seeing how nature grows her 'babies' out here - I think I'll leave it to the expert. Now - where's my camera!?
Recently, Mark developed an urge to rearrange the living room furniture. Let me tell you, when that man gets an urge - it's a biggie! Although, when he told me what he had planned, I was pretty certain that he had completely lost his mind, today proved he was definitely right.
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It all started with taking the dining table apart, which isn't quite as radical as it sounds. Sitting in front of the living room window, the table was basically just an extra flat surface for storing what didn't fit anywhere else. With it gone, Frankie's bed moved under the window and out of the way. It even gives him a headboard, by butting up against the side of the computer desk.
Of course, the table wasn't the only thing on that wall. But moving the portable washer into the walkway between the bedroom and living room, freed up half of the wall opposite the window. The 'stuff' crammed into the corner is now neatly stacked across the room. The whole area just feels bigger now.
Today was the real test of the new set-up. Every month or so, maintenance comes in to 'inspect' the apartment and replace the furnace filters. In anticipation of this inspection, we decided to do a quick steam-clean of the carpets. (We do that twice a month, anyway; but it was a good excuse to pull out the machine a little early.)
Needless to say, with all of the furniture and 'stuff' out of the middle of the living room, cleaning the carpet was almost fun. Well, if not fun, at least a whole lot easier. I will never scoff again.
Okay, I'll probably snicker a bit. He does have some wild ideas, after all. But I solemnly promise to never pooh-pooh out loud!
If you were hoping that the nightmare of the label-printing, excess-shipping debacle with the USPS was over - well so was I. Sadly, after May 27th, things only got worse. Much, much worse!
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The seven extra shipping charges overdrew my PayPal account. So, on May 28th, I called the USPS again - to have the 4 pending charges cancelled; which they did (surprisingly) without a problem. Then, I called PayPal and asked them to do the same. Again, no problem. Hey! Life is looking up!
Except for the fact that, since USPS had hijacked my money, part of the one valid shipping charge, as well as other legitimate charges from May 24th hit when, technically, the PayPal account had a zero balance. With our savings account as emergency back-up, you can imagine what started happening -- and happening, and happening, and happening. (To the tune of $120.00 in NSF fees, as we don't keep a balance in that account, by the time it was all said and done.)
Back on the phone to USPS - and beginning to panic. To paraphrase, briefly (this was not a brief conversation): "Our terms and conditions explain that USPS will put a pending hold on your account [note: have never found that notice]every time you try to print a label. You agree to that upfront. And, because of that, the USPS is not responsible for NSF charges. It's all PayPal's fault. [note: they did actually say that] And, yes, it takes 14 business days to process a refund." Thank you, have a nice day.
Back on the phone to PayPal - and on the verge of hysteria. (Another very, very long conversation.) Not one, but two very, very nice people -- thank you Amy and Craig! -- tamed the lions, jumped through flaming hoops, and walked the wire to help me. (Hey, under the circumstances, a circus analogy seemed highly appropriate.) Within about 36-48 hours, though it wasn't their fault or responsibility, they made us whole. Much more than I had ever expected; and far more than USPS - who was responsible - even considered.
EPILOGUE: As of June 8th - 15 days after this mess started - of the $111.90 shipping fees originally charged, PayPal reversed $97.65 and (as a one-time courtesy) reimbursed us $90.00 of NSF charges. Our bank, which was less than cooperative through all of this, did manage to reverse one NSF fee of $30.00. The legitimate charges, from May 24th, eventually cleared.
The USPS, late on June 7th, notified me (emphasis mine) that:
"We have approved your postage refund request for your online shipping label on 06/07/2010 08:01 PM CDT.
[Personal information redacted]
Please allow up to two billing cycles for your credit card statement to reflect this refund, as the processing of the refund is dependant upon your financial institution's policy."
(Did you catch the typo?)
Note - they didn't say refunded, they said approved for refund - allow up to two months for the credit to appear on your account. Luckily, the refund actually hit by end-of-business on the 8th. So, JMark Afghans, etc. is officially done with the USPS. UPS - here we come!
Oh! The package did - eventually - get to my daughter and son-in-law.
Normally, by June 13, we are in the triple-digits and hiding in our
air-conditioned homes. We expect it; we prepare ourselves for it; we
know it's coming. But this year - brrrr!
Yesterday was actually so cool that we had to turn off the air and close
the windows to keep a little heat in. Rather than our usual summer togs
- as little clothes as is legal - we had to find the sweats and sweaters
we'd already packed away for the season. It was really odd.
Odd - but very welcome. Wonder if it might last another day? More,
please, Mother Nature!
This absolutely amazes me! I don't know if it's because I never would have considered such behavior or ... no that's it. Just never ever - ever - would have crossed my mind.
Our complex recently changed our Internet access to include passwords for each apartment. Why? Because people actually sit in our parking lots and steal service!
Recently, I posted about label printing problems we had trying to ship a package to my daughter. A software issue kept us from getting this done-in-one. Well, it did more than that, as it turns out.
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Just for grins, I decided to check my account today - confirm the balance, ya know? Imagine my surprise to see that the USPS had charged me for my package label, not once - but eight (8) times! Yes, you read that right!
Four are pending on my account; four went through. (All 8 reduce my available balance.) If you're keeping score - that's $13.95 x 8 = $111.60! Given that one charge is valid, that makes for a minor overcharge of $97.65!
No biggie, right?! Just contact the USPS for a correction / refund and life is good, right!? {sound of maniacal laughter} Oh, heavens no! That would be {more maniacal laughter} too easy! Too efficient! Too acceptable! Too helpful! Too responsible!
I did contact the USPS about this. They agreed to correct the problem, and refund the extra charges - in 14 business days!
Guess when you're going broke, paying mail carriers who "don't have to come up to the second floor," it's important to increase revenue any way you can.
Years ago, when Mark got sick - transplant-needed-to-survive sick - I started educating myself on his condition. It was critical to be able to understand and communicate in 'doctor-speak' to command attention and results. I didn't know about, or have time for, formal education options like medical assisting school.
More than once, I was asked if I worked in the medical field. While great for the ego, I never seriously considered going back to school. How could I, under the circumstances?
But now, with the luxury of time (if not, necessarily finances) it's an intriguing thought.
Apparently, stress does contribute to breakouts - at least where my adult
acne issues are concerned. It's funny. Back in my teens, I had the
most trouble with acne on my forehead, which I blamed on my bangs. Yet,
30+ years later - and I haven't had bangs in many, many of those years -
the first place I break out is still my forehead.
As to the stress? You may recall that, on Monday, we had some problems
getting a package label to print. Well, we had no idea just how much
trouble we were having, until today.
It seems that $14.00 label has cost us - so far - about $97.00! Can you
say Aaaaargh!? I can!
In the realm of no-good-deed-goes-unpunished - we have been trying for
hours to get a silly Click N Ship label to print. It's not our fault,
and it certainly isn't the USPS website's fault. But, Adobe - now
there's a fun piece of software! Not!
Unintentionally (I hope), Adobe Reader got deleted from the desktop,
which is the only computer in the house that's connected to the printer.
You'd think that redownloading would be a piece of cake. Well, you'd be
wrong.
We have been at this for a while now and, were it not for the fact that
I REALLY NEED to ship this package to my daughter, I would throw my
hands up and just boycott the whole Adobe mess.
As a Facebook member - personally and professionally, I tend to watch what's going on. As a game-addict, I watch even more closely. It just isn't pretty.
I, personally, have stopped playing all Zynga games on Facebook. (Actually, I don't play much at all, but that's a different post.) The frustration level created by the slow-loading, barely-functioning, I-could-be-flossing-my-teeth-right-now nature of the games ensured that outcome. Yet, I may have placed the blame at the wrong doorstep.
Yesterday, I offered some of the solutions that we've come up with for storing all of that 'stuff' in the bathroom. There are just so many things that families need and use, but don't want to fall over. Most of us can't afford custom or even commercial solutions. We need to think outside the box and get creative.
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We have so many cooking utensils and knives, we could open a small store. They all get used, at one point or another, and need to be handy. (Did I mention we only have one drawer in the kitchen!?) Rather than spend a small fortune on containers, I decided to recycle some of our empty coffee cans. (The dollar store had a huge sale on vinyl contact paper a couple of years ago and I grabbed all of the marble patterns.)
It took no time at all to 'marbleize' a standard metal coffee can and stick a margarine tub in the bottom - the cans will rust, if utensils are damp when put away. Using the plastic lid as a skid-proof, non-scratching bottom - ta da! - matching utensil containers. There's one container for whisks, spatulas, and wooden spoons used during cooking; one for steak knives, mashers, gravy ladles, and pizza cutters used after cooking.
Because most of the knives are much taller than a single coffee can, I had to get even more creative. After cutting the bottom off one can, I taped the two cans together and covered them in the same marble pattern. One lid went on the bottom, just like the smaller containers. I carefully cut the center out of the other lid and snapped it on top of the tall container, creating a smooth edge. A small plastic bowl (I was out of margarine tubs) in the bottom keeps the knives from touching metal and getting damaged when they get (too frequently) dropped in after cleaning.
Canister options abound, but we found that they were either too tall for our cabinets or simply too expensive. With guys who aren't always careful, it made more sense to make my own - unbreakable - canisters. Two plastic coffee containers, the kind with the seal-tight lids and indented grips are perfect. Folgers, not Maxwell House. (MH has closed hollow handles that fill up and don't easily release their contents.) The Folgers website even has downloadable designs to print out and stick over the product information. (Or they did over the holidays.)
Now, we get down to the other food storage needs: rice and corn meal. Two round oatmeal containers, a little marble paper, and - voila! - canisters that hold 4 lbs of rice and a big bag of corn meal. The lids seal tightly, so we don't have to worry about spillage or bugs. No muss, no fuss.
Digging through my 'beauty junk' today, made me think about all the stuff we have tucked away. Egads, we have a lot of stuff! And a variety of, I like to think, creative storage solutions. For example,
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Things are pretty standard. One of the small wash tubs that the hospitals sent home with Mark are holding the myriad bandages, tapes, and small bottles that we acquired after Mark's and Frankie's surgeries. There is just no other way, to my mind, to keep a slew of roly-poly, slip-sliding, gotta-get-at-this-someday items together and out of the way.
Another tub holds bathroom electronics: curling iron, blow dryer, electric razors. I could definitely use another one for all of the light bulbs we have distributed around the apartment. But, putting someone in the hospital to get a cute, pink tub is not exactly tops on my how-to-solve-a-storage-problem list.
I have a small basket, with straighter sides than the tubs, that holds nail polish and removers, nail clippers and files, lotions, creams, mousse - all my personal 'beauty junk' in one consolidated place. I can get at it, but it's not in anyone else's way. I also have a great zippered vinyl pouch, free with sample Herbal Essence products, that squeezes in almost anywhere and holds items I don't use as often.
The sliding rack out of our dead freezer holds all of my cleaning rags, under the bathroom sink. Next to that is an old, gigantic cat litter container, with handle, that keeps the cleaning supplies together and doubles as a mop/scrub bucket. It also ensures that any damp items don't come in contact with the bottom of the cabinet.
As I am seriously reluctant to visit doctors, dentists, and other poke-and-prod purveyors of bad news, I have been trying to self-determine why I have a serious pain in my left side. My definition of serious: constant localized discomfort that NSAIDs, vitamin C, and time haven't helped. Not to mention, it's an odd pain.
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Muscle pull? Been there, done that - a lot, actually. In my experience, I wouldn't be able to lift my arms, turn, move, and/or, basically, dress myself. As I have not been forced to run around naked or have Mark dress me, I'll eliminate that one.
Back out of alignment? This is always a fun one - leading to pains in places that, at first blush, have nothing to do with the location of the problem. Nothing like chest pains to get your attention. But, adjusting my 'spinal attitude' hasn't really helped. Guess we have to eliminate this one.
Bruised rib? (See Muscle Pull) Although the mid-rib area of my left side is occasionally tender to the touch and I do have some minor, occasional issues with movement, I can probably eliminate that one, too. The pain is just not, for lack of a better word, right.
Not happy with where this is leading. I'm starting to see a doctor visit in my future.
Lung problem? Hmmmm? Not so sure. I've had pneumonia, bronchitis, and pleuresy (some more than once) - and this just doesn't feel like how I remember those pains. Which could be selective amnesia, truth be told.
And yet - Can't take a full breath without pain. Smoking just upsets everything. Coughing is something to be avoided, at all costs.
Soooo!? We have interesting options: infection, inflammation, or the big C. Frankly, I'm leaning toward some sort of allergy-related complication, after my recent 2 week bout of something. Either way, it looks like it's time to call the doctor.
Among other regular reading material, I follow some of the blogs at Time.com. (Primarily, Tuned In and Techland.) They keep me up on favorite topics and, occasionally, break my heart.
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Just today, I read that ABC/Disney is reportedly canceling Legend of the Seeker, a well-written series with (as they say) tremendous production values. Apparently, Tribune Company - which owns WGN and many of the CW affiliate stations - is dropping the show. That 24 stations could shut down a series is amazing to me.
Our local CW affiliate is not owned by Tribune, but will Belo (and their 20 stations) step up to help? Who knows. Probably a mute point. (Though I'm still hunting for contact information.)
It's just a sad, sad day. Another great show, destroyed by the broadcast company that could find no value in 'Firefly' - yet, is willing to throw money at 'Dead Like Me' and 'Friends' reruns. So, so sad.
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It started as a really sore throat on Sunday night, with pain shooting
up into my right ear. I figured a good night's sleep and I'd be fine.
Well, apparently, I figured wrong.
On Monday, the sinus congestion was worse; with a bit of a cough. By
Tuesday, it was moving into my lungs at a rapid pace and stubbornly
shutting off my sinuses. Today?
All I can say is it's a good thing I'm losing my voice, because the
whining is annoying - even to me! Chest hurts. Sinuses are sore,
stuffed, and miserable. And don't even get me started about the
sandpaper in my lungs every time I cough.
Every time I catch a cold, I tell myself that I don't get sick very
often, so I can be a baby about it. Here goes: "Mommy! I'm sick! Fix it!"
Out of curiousity, Mark decided to see if we qualified for any phone
upgrades a couple of nights ago. Much to our surprise, we did. Not a
fully free phone, but a couple of seriously reduced phones.
Since we've both wanted a BlackBerry for - as they say - like, forever,
the phone choice was easy. It just came down to what kind of deal we
could get on which model.. Suffice to say - it was a good deal.
It certainly pays to stay with a good company. And, for us, T-Mobile has
been great. Not perfect, but not AT&T or Verizon, either.
Since I've been forced to restart, in essence, my blog, I've made some
additional changes that I am really loving.
The first was updating to the lastest Thingamablog
release. This one has even more bells and whistles than the previous
version I was using. (Granted, that was an early, early interation.)
Labels, keywords, post descriptions - all new to me.
Secondly? I have figured out the coding so that I don't have to allow my
verbose nature to crowd the front page of the blog. All the long-winded
posts, I like to call them full-thoughts, have a break after the first
couple of paragraphs. A link takes readers to the full-length article.
(Yes, I've been patting myself on the back over that one.)
Lastly, it seems to post much quicker. On the pokey Internet service we
have most times, that is critical. Unless I'm down to virtually no
connection, I barely have time to pull up the main page and - boom! -
posted.
I don't know about you, but for us this has been one incredibly long
month. Twenty-eight little days have dragged on forever.
Usually, February flies by so quickly that I end up, on the 28th,
wondering where it went and why I didn't get anything done. Not this
year. I wonder if that means the whole of 2010 is going to last for
about a decade in my mind.
Hmmm?! That might not be so bad. Maybe I'll get the closets organized
and the morons chased out of the Senate and the mending done and the
bathroom painted and the ironing addressed and the kitchen cupboards
reorganized and world hunger ended and the DVDs alphabetized and the
novel finished (or started) and the Middle East crisis resolved and an
organizer ordered and my hair color changed and the carpets shampooed
and the windows washed and the ...
Aw heck. Maybe I'll just have another cup of coffee and hope that March
doesn't last 60 days.
I read a lot of news on my phone, late at night, as I'm relaxing to go
to sleep. Every day of the week, news services update their websites and
provide lots of reading material. On the weekend? Not so much.
Judging by the listings on virtually every mobile news site, nothing
much happens in the world from Friday night through Monday morning. No
new news; no email; lots and lots of nothing I haven't already read.
The one exception, that I've found, is Reuters. Thank heaven! And,
unlike many other mobile versions, their website works well on and with
my phone.
Now, I am quite certain that the world does not stop for the weekend.
But you certainly couldn't tell it by the news.
I have managed to update the templates for my blog to let me create expandable posts. Now - the problem! It is soooo distracting!
They work - and look - so great that I just keep focusing on how do I use this, when do I use this, I gotta use this! So embarrassing!
It is a great thing for me, distractions notwithstanding. I want more posts on my front page, without forcing readers to scroll, and scroll, and scroll, and ...
Well, you get the idea. Let me know what you think. Please?!
It has taken me all day, but I have managed to update the comments
coding. Not only that - I managed to actually updated the appearance to
complement the colors of the blog. It's a little bluer and definitely
uses different background, but I rather like the difference.
Tomorrow, lucky me, I'll be updating the coding to allow what are called
expandable posts.
Undoubtedly you've seen a post that, after a few sentences, has a link
to Read More of the article or story. The format is common in
blogging, especially people (like me) who enjoying writing lots of
long-winded posts. By using these expandable formats, we can have more
individual posts on the main page and our readers aren't scrolling for
hours to see them.
When I had my blog on Blogger, they had the coding all set up for their
users. Now that I'm hosting my blog on my website, I had to figure out
how to code it myself. It took a while, but I managed to figure it out -
as you can see on my
other blog.
In truth, it's rather fun to try something new. I would prefer, though,
to be doing it by choice, rather than necessity. Oh, well. That's what
keeps life interesting.
Sadly, in mid-post tonight, the laptop lost power and trashed my access to
the database that held my blog.
This is my attempt to recreate the blog - going forward - in a fairly transparent way. All previous files still exist on the Internet. It's just that the basic posting information is gone, so I can't post anything new.