3/8/2015
It's Sunday and on Sunday my day differs from the other days in the week. On Sunday, I have to get Jeff's work pants, etc., ready for the new week. This is not a hard task, but there is some kind of mental block when it comes to laundry. I don't mind dumping the clothes in the washer and then to the dryer - but then - the clothes are dry and you have to do something, like fold or hang, with the clothes. That's the part I don't like.
Since tomorrow is the start of another work week for Jeff, I make him macaroni salad for his lunches. A large bowl of macaroni salad will generally feed him for five days. As I write, the cooked macaroni is cooling and Jeff has cut up the eggs and celery. Cutting up veggies is another chore that I'm not fond of.
My numbering scheme of plastic/glass dishes seems to be working. It is really lovely to reach in and pull out a, for instance, a "1" lid and it's corresponding dish. I don't know why I didn't think of it earlier. Of course, now all of my "to go" dishes have big numbers marked on their tops and bottoms, but heck Jeff and I are the only ones who see that, so who cares. It works!
Sunday, is also the day that I sit down on the couch, with this week's TV Guide in hand, and begin the process of recording shows for the next week. Some would say what's the big deal. The big deal is getting all of your favorite shows to record and not cause a conflict with another show. Sunday nights are particularly difficult because sport games can run long and then all the shows after that, beginning with 60 minutes, gets pushed back.
Jeff doesn't record any television. I know what his favorite shows are, and make sure to get them all. He is a huge fan of NCIS and the spin-offs - me not so much. But, to be fair, Jeff sits through a lot of shows of mine that I know he's not particularly interested in. I watch my many cooking shows when Jeff is not home, otherwise it would be like poking him in the eye with a sharp stick!
Sunday night is the one night of the week that I don't cook. I don't even pretend that I'm going to cook something. Sunday night is pizza night, plain and simple. I cook dinner during the week, but I enjoy pizza very much and once a week is a treat for me.
How do you spend your Sundays?
P
Sunday, March 8, 2015
Saturday, March 7, 2015
Snow Removal
3/7/2015
It snowed this week. It snowed quite a bit and you needed to definitely shovel your driveway and sidewalk. We did both of these things. Well disclaimer: Jeff did both of these things.
I hadn't been out and about this week until yesterday, and while I was driving was truly amazed at how many people don't remove snow from their cars. Now if you have a large SUV and don't have a long handled brush to remove snow from the top of the car, I may give you a pass. But we have owned big vehicles in the past, and always managed to get most if not all of the snow off the roof.
I saw cars yesterday who hadn't bothered to even clean their windshields. They had this little spot on the driver's side cleared, but the rest of the windshield was covered in snow. I noticed many little cars that had snow on the roof, the trunk, etc., that could/should have been brushed off.
So when you follow these snow covered cars, sometimes the snow lightly blows off the car, which isn't too bad. Other times a large chunk of snow/ice can fall off the car directly in front of you.
I think it's just common courtesy (and perhaps courtesy is dead), that you may an honest attempt to clean your vehicles off. Nobody wants to be on the receiving end of flying snow or chunks of ice from your car.
I will now climb off my soap box. Thanks for listening.
P
It snowed this week. It snowed quite a bit and you needed to definitely shovel your driveway and sidewalk. We did both of these things. Well disclaimer: Jeff did both of these things.
I hadn't been out and about this week until yesterday, and while I was driving was truly amazed at how many people don't remove snow from their cars. Now if you have a large SUV and don't have a long handled brush to remove snow from the top of the car, I may give you a pass. But we have owned big vehicles in the past, and always managed to get most if not all of the snow off the roof.
I saw cars yesterday who hadn't bothered to even clean their windshields. They had this little spot on the driver's side cleared, but the rest of the windshield was covered in snow. I noticed many little cars that had snow on the roof, the trunk, etc., that could/should have been brushed off.
So when you follow these snow covered cars, sometimes the snow lightly blows off the car, which isn't too bad. Other times a large chunk of snow/ice can fall off the car directly in front of you.
I think it's just common courtesy (and perhaps courtesy is dead), that you may an honest attempt to clean your vehicles off. Nobody wants to be on the receiving end of flying snow or chunks of ice from your car.
I will now climb off my soap box. Thanks for listening.
P
Friday, March 6, 2015
Memories
3/6/2015
Yesterday, because I had nothing better to do, and I wasn't thrilled about "branding" my plastic containers, I went to the Etsy website. What for you ask? Nothing, just to browse. I love looking at all of the creative things people make and I envy them for their talent.
One of my favorite things to search for is vintage clothing and shoes. Nothing brings back the 60's, like pointed toe shoes and psychedelic dresses. Oh, we were so fashionable back then. Remember having to have white fishnet hose? Who do you suppose thought that was a good idea? But, because it was a fashion trend, for about 10 minutes, I owned a pair!
See the hose with the silver shoes - those are the fishnet hose that I was talking about. I was a well dressed teenager. I owned pink and fuchsia heels
Check out the toes on this pair of shoes: I had several pair of shoes with the pointed toes, and to break them in, I wore them with what was called back then "bobby socks"!
Then there were the clothes. We wore bright patterned dresses and blouses and had coats with fur (real) trim. We liked ruffles, lace and ribbons. Mind you, that not all of us looked good in what I call the "hippy dippy" clothes, but when you are a teenager you don't really care.
We had the miniskirts, but also wore "granny dresses", that really didn't look good on anyone - but if you wanted to be "in", you had to own at least one. If my memory serves me correct, my granny dress was pink gingham - doesn't get much more old fashioned than that!
P
Yesterday, because I had nothing better to do, and I wasn't thrilled about "branding" my plastic containers, I went to the Etsy website. What for you ask? Nothing, just to browse. I love looking at all of the creative things people make and I envy them for their talent.
One of my favorite things to search for is vintage clothing and shoes. Nothing brings back the 60's, like pointed toe shoes and psychedelic dresses. Oh, we were so fashionable back then. Remember having to have white fishnet hose? Who do you suppose thought that was a good idea? But, because it was a fashion trend, for about 10 minutes, I owned a pair!
See the hose with the silver shoes - those are the fishnet hose that I was talking about. I was a well dressed teenager. I owned pink and fuchsia heels
Check out the toes on this pair of shoes: I had several pair of shoes with the pointed toes, and to break them in, I wore them with what was called back then "bobby socks"!
Then there were the clothes. We wore bright patterned dresses and blouses and had coats with fur (real) trim. We liked ruffles, lace and ribbons. Mind you, that not all of us looked good in what I call the "hippy dippy" clothes, but when you are a teenager you don't really care.
We had the miniskirts, but also wore "granny dresses", that really didn't look good on anyone - but if you wanted to be "in", you had to own at least one. If my memory serves me correct, my granny dress was pink gingham - doesn't get much more old fashioned than that!
When you get bored, take a trip through the Etsy stores. Doing so yesterday, brought back a lot of fun memories.
P
Thursday, March 5, 2015
Food Containers
3/5/2015
I don't know how it is at your house, but in mine, I have a myriad amount of food containers. You know the ones I'm talking about - you use for leftovers - or to send food home with a son(s)!
I looked into my cupboard which to say is not organized would be an understatement. It appears that I have Rubbermaid containers, Glad containers, Tupperware containers as well as a wide variety of unmarked boxes. There are round ones, deep square ones, shallow square ones, teeny ones (why I have no idea), and every other size you can imagine.
So here's the challenge. I think I will take out all of the plastic and glass containers and line them up on the counter. After I do that, I think I will take a permanent marker and start numbering the bottoms and matching tops. Doesn't that sound like an excellent idea?
Nothing is more frustrating than to reach inside the cupboard and find the right size container, but not the right lid. It's maddening. My plan is that I get out a dish and mark it as let's say "1". When I find the right lid, I'll mark it also as "1", and so on.
What I suspect is going to happen is after doing my match-matchy thing, I'll have some orphans, like the mysterious sock in the washing machine that never seems to have a match! At that point, I need to be brave and (shock and horror), toss out the orphan(s) once I have scrounged throughout the kitchen, and can't come up with a set (bottom and top).
If the numbering scheme works out like I hope it will, then a large amount of frustration will be solved for both Jeff and I.
P
I don't know how it is at your house, but in mine, I have a myriad amount of food containers. You know the ones I'm talking about - you use for leftovers - or to send food home with a son(s)!
I looked into my cupboard which to say is not organized would be an understatement. It appears that I have Rubbermaid containers, Glad containers, Tupperware containers as well as a wide variety of unmarked boxes. There are round ones, deep square ones, shallow square ones, teeny ones (why I have no idea), and every other size you can imagine.
So here's the challenge. I think I will take out all of the plastic and glass containers and line them up on the counter. After I do that, I think I will take a permanent marker and start numbering the bottoms and matching tops. Doesn't that sound like an excellent idea?
Nothing is more frustrating than to reach inside the cupboard and find the right size container, but not the right lid. It's maddening. My plan is that I get out a dish and mark it as let's say "1". When I find the right lid, I'll mark it also as "1", and so on.
What I suspect is going to happen is after doing my match-matchy thing, I'll have some orphans, like the mysterious sock in the washing machine that never seems to have a match! At that point, I need to be brave and (shock and horror), toss out the orphan(s) once I have scrounged throughout the kitchen, and can't come up with a set (bottom and top).
If the numbering scheme works out like I hope it will, then a large amount of frustration will be solved for both Jeff and I.
P
Wednesday, March 4, 2015
Bad Luck?
3/4/2015
Everyone knows that if you break a mirror, you're in for seven years of bad luck. And, I'm not sure if that's seven years in sequence, or if it can be spread throughout several years.
This morning while I was putting away dishes, I put several small bowls away in the cupboard. The stack of bowls teetered and two bowls crashed to the kitchen floor. And surprising myself, I wasn't sorry that the bowls had broken, I found the sound of the bowls hitting the floor, satisfying in some strange way. While I don't purport that every now and then you should smash something, it's kind of therapeutic. After all, as adults, how many times do we get to just break something, with no consequences?
I'm not recommending that when things aren't going so well, you should go around and break dishes - but - you might be surprised at your reaction if you do! I know I was.
P
Everyone knows that if you break a mirror, you're in for seven years of bad luck. And, I'm not sure if that's seven years in sequence, or if it can be spread throughout several years.
This morning while I was putting away dishes, I put several small bowls away in the cupboard. The stack of bowls teetered and two bowls crashed to the kitchen floor. And surprising myself, I wasn't sorry that the bowls had broken, I found the sound of the bowls hitting the floor, satisfying in some strange way. While I don't purport that every now and then you should smash something, it's kind of therapeutic. After all, as adults, how many times do we get to just break something, with no consequences?
I'm not recommending that when things aren't going so well, you should go around and break dishes - but - you might be surprised at your reaction if you do! I know I was.
P
Tuesday, March 3, 2015
Hair Today - Gone Tomorrow!
3/3/2015
When Jeff met me eons ago, I had, longer (but not long) hair. Long hair isn't something that I can manage easily and I don't want to have to futz and/or fuss with my hair. After the babies came, I cut my hair short and it has remained that way for oh let's say 40 years - give or take!
After spending nine months in 2013 without the of someone to cut my hair, it became long. For awhile I even speculated that I could manage longer hair, so I invested in curlers, barrettes and any other hold back my hair product that I could find.
My hair is rather thick and now there is more than a sprinkle of gray. Based on my stress level for the past two years, I'm actually pretty lucky that I didn't go completely gray overnight. And a disclaimer here: gray hair is harder to curl! Yipee.
Last Friday I went to get my hair cut - short. I can now wash, comb and be pretty much ready to go in mere minutes. I really do admire people with long hair, particularly actresses, who throw their locks around in a dramatic fashion. But, when you have short hair, you can't quite make the same statement with your hair!
So I have put away the curlers, the hairspray, and the barrettes back to the deep recesses of a bathroom drawer. Will I need them again in the future? Seems doubtful, but since I own 'em I might as well keep 'em!
P
When Jeff met me eons ago, I had, longer (but not long) hair. Long hair isn't something that I can manage easily and I don't want to have to futz and/or fuss with my hair. After the babies came, I cut my hair short and it has remained that way for oh let's say 40 years - give or take!
After spending nine months in 2013 without the of someone to cut my hair, it became long. For awhile I even speculated that I could manage longer hair, so I invested in curlers, barrettes and any other hold back my hair product that I could find.
My hair is rather thick and now there is more than a sprinkle of gray. Based on my stress level for the past two years, I'm actually pretty lucky that I didn't go completely gray overnight. And a disclaimer here: gray hair is harder to curl! Yipee.
Last Friday I went to get my hair cut - short. I can now wash, comb and be pretty much ready to go in mere minutes. I really do admire people with long hair, particularly actresses, who throw their locks around in a dramatic fashion. But, when you have short hair, you can't quite make the same statement with your hair!
So I have put away the curlers, the hairspray, and the barrettes back to the deep recesses of a bathroom drawer. Will I need them again in the future? Seems doubtful, but since I own 'em I might as well keep 'em!
P
Monday, March 2, 2015
Frozen Landscape
3/2/2014
It's March already. Can you believe it? It seems like the year is just buzzing along. I got up this morning to an icy landscape. We don't have a lot of ice, but the ice that is on the trees is beautiful when the sun shines on them. Now driving/walking on ice, isn't my idea of a good time and I'm glad that I'm at home.
The Cypress trees in the backyard, which are super tall, have some branches hanging down because of the ice. Luckily, with temperatures rising, I'm pretty sure that the ice will melt soon. When tree branches are heavy with ice, the weight can cause the branch to break. We've seen this in years past, which is the reason that last year we "trimmed" the Cypress trees of their lower branches, in hopes of not having any damage to them during the winter.
I'll venture outside after the mail comes, making sure that I pay attention to where I'm walking and what I'm walking on! I don't want to do the slip and slide routine down the driveway!
P
It's March already. Can you believe it? It seems like the year is just buzzing along. I got up this morning to an icy landscape. We don't have a lot of ice, but the ice that is on the trees is beautiful when the sun shines on them. Now driving/walking on ice, isn't my idea of a good time and I'm glad that I'm at home.
The Cypress trees in the backyard, which are super tall, have some branches hanging down because of the ice. Luckily, with temperatures rising, I'm pretty sure that the ice will melt soon. When tree branches are heavy with ice, the weight can cause the branch to break. We've seen this in years past, which is the reason that last year we "trimmed" the Cypress trees of their lower branches, in hopes of not having any damage to them during the winter.
I'll venture outside after the mail comes, making sure that I pay attention to where I'm walking and what I'm walking on! I don't want to do the slip and slide routine down the driveway!
P
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