Sunday, October 31, 2010
A couple of weeks ago, I made a couple of pizzas. I placed each of them in an 8x8 pan. We ate one, and I froze the other in the pan. It would be our supper last night. I had figured, since it was frozen, I could turn the pan over and bang on it, forcing it to fall out on a piece of foil, which it did.
Since we like crust that is crispy, the idea was to place the pizza directly on the rack. That is what is recommended by commercial pizza places that you buy and freeze as well as ones you buy at the market.
We waited for the minutes to tick by, Tom said he could smell it much earlier than I so I got up to check. The timer had not yet gone off.
The center of the pizza had fallen through the grate and landed on a drip pan previously used for pie. All the crust from the edges was stuck to the rack! It was really funny but it was also pretty sad looking. It looked like we had already eaten it!
Tom was laughing so hard as the two of us picked the crust off the rack, mainly because I present food that looks good as well as tastes good. We scraped it all on to a bread board and set it on the table and ate it with a fork. I did not offer a different meal and we ate every bit of it!
That is my scary Halloween story and I am sticking to it, just like the pizza stuck to the rack!
Saturday, October 30, 2010
TWO: 'You shall not make for yourself a carved image--any likeness of anything that is in heaven above, or that is in the earth beneath, or that is in the water under the earth
THREE: 'You shall not take the name of the LORD your God in vain.'
FOUR: 'Remember the Sabbath day, to keep it holy.'
FIVE: 'Honor your father and your mother.'
SIX: 'You shall not murder.'
SEVEN: 'You shall not commit adultery.'
EIGHT: 'You shall not steal.'
NINE: 'You shall not bear false witness against your neighbor.'
TEN: 'You shall not covet your neighbor's house; you shall not covet your neighbor's wife, nor his male servant, nor his female servant, nor his ox, nor his donkey, nor anything that is your neighbor's.'
Friday, October 29, 2010
Thursday, October 28, 2010
But I had a dream last night and got up and moved around after so I could remember.
Let's say My Sweet Thomas and I go to a buffet for dinner. Ya, sure, ya betcha, Tom is going to be long on meat and potatoes and short on veggies. And that is okay. I am going to be long on the veggies and short on the meat, well, not that short, but you get the drift, we both pick different things to put on our plate although the general agreement is the establishment is okay to both of us.
Even when we fast food we eat different sandwiches. But I am not harping on him because he eats a club while I am enjoying a BLT.
And such as it is in life and certainly on Internet games, where people threaten one another if they send them one more thing called a special delivery. Threaten? Yes, YOU WILL BE IGNORED. So? The other person doesn't know if you have ignored it, so why waste energy being a bully?
Why be a poop and tell something they have too many chickens?
Why tell poor little old G that she has to stop writing Bible verses? Why not tell her to spell check her verses?
Sometime in each of our lives we learned a few rules. For some, rather, many, it may be the Ten Commandments. For me, the best working list was the Girl Scout Law. That covers a more realistic life style for me. After that we tweak according to what life throws at us.
So, what is on your plate? I can tell you I have NO LIVER or LUTEFISK. But that doesn't mean all of you can eat it; just don't force it down my throat even if it is Thursday, which as a child meant liver and onions fried in bacon grease with boiled potatoes and carrots, bleck.
Sunday, October 24, 2010
We had gone to a high end store before but nothing in wash and wear. Only wool. Wool wears out if you have it dry cleaned too much. Our problem is that wash and wear slacks come pre-creased and if you alter the legs the crease is in the wrong place. Another problem is, I don't have vision for remodeling clothes. He knows someone who will tailor and I think that is what he should do....of course, it will be his nickel.
Saturday, October 23, 2010
And the next night came and off we went with the spreadsheet, the picture of the shirts and the photograph of all the ties. On the back of the ping of shirts, it listed five stores and the brands they carried. I had spent the morning looking at the web sites.
Now, we all know, because we have had to wear clothes for years, that some brands fit better than others. Odd, isn't it, that one brand that was at an upscale store when I was growing up is now a box store brand? Another brand, sold only at sport stores, is now available at a farm store and that has happen in the last few years. I suppose it is all about getting one's product out.
Back to the caper. Tom knew the first thing to do is find the shirts. Collars are important. He stays away from button downs because he thinks it adds minutes to the ironing....or maybe it is because he has Raynard's Syndrome and he can't button the teeny buttons......or maybe both. Personally, button downs look like one is choking. I would not pick it for him.
Now, he trusts me, and that is scary. When he picked up a shirt, the first thing he did was put it under his chin. Even in store light, it was not his color. He has learned that colors that are muddy are just not suitable for him. One of the reasons he looks so healthy is because of the colors he wears. And, if you have a problem with believing this, stand in front of a mirror and put garments under YOUR chin and look at yourself. You will soon learn some make you look, as grandma used to say, "poorly".
He picked another light blue, perhaps as a replacement, as well as a forest green, a clean dark gray, a stripe, and agreed on the raspberry, which I had found the night before. Why didn't we buy it the night before? Well, we were clueless as to what he really needed and the night we went, well, buy $50 and get a $10 coupon. I am thinking Kohl's is one of the few stores that are making it in this recession because they are giving the customer a reason to come back with the coupon~of course, that means the longer you are there, the more you will buy.
The ties were next, I had already picked up the one to match the raspberry. He worked on the others, going first to a diagonal strip in blue. I showed him the picture so he could see just how many like that he already had. It is like me, when I shop for him, I always manage to come home with something with purple. Maybe because lil ol ladies love it, me included, of course.
We got down to the stripe shirt. It is white with a brown stripe and an aqua stripe. This is where the color blind comes in. He could not pick up the color and when he did, he did not see it for what it was. We twirled a lot of tie racks before we found a few that would work, although of the 50+ ties he has in his closet, there may have been something.
The spreadsheet was worth it and so where the pictures. It took us a half a hour to pick out five and five. He did not stray to the belts or underwear, he stayed on task, although we did not find a clear dark purple with a dress shirt collar in fitted nor did we find a yellow fitted.
Let me see, how does this work? I spent most of the morning getting ready and we spend 30 minutes in the store. Does that make the time I spent getting ready profitable? Yes. Why? Because he could shop with knowledge and do it a man's way, in a hurry. Oh, if he only took the time with buying clothes like he does looking for fishing lures.
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
Welllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll......last night we ran errands. We went to a department store. The idea was Tom was going to look at shirts and ties. It didn't go so well. He was off looking at belts and didn't seem to be as interested in what the mission was, although it was his idea.
Since I had already missed NCIS and NCIS LA was half over, we went upstairs and looked in his closet. I asked him to pull what he didn't like in shirts and ties. One shirt and 3 ties later, he was done.
So this morning, I made a spread sheet with all his shirts, the kind of fabric, the brand, and the fit(cut). Then, I took a picture of all of them. Next was to group ties into color groups and take a picture of those. Now all I have to do is count the ties and put them on the sheet. After that, put all of it in an envelope and we will be ready to shop.
As he wears the garments, and decides they are over the hill or the ties are done, he can get rid of them and take them off the list. Tonight we are going shopping again and I will be combat ready. You can bet your diamond earrings on that.
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
The saying meant a lot to him so I had it framed for Christmas in 1998 and it hangs on the wall in our living room.
"He ariseth early in the morning and distrubith the whole household. He maketh mighty preparations and goes forth with hope. He returnth late, smelling of strong drink and the truth is not in him" author unknown.
Tom didn't come home smelling of strong drink, he came home smelling like he had been doing rock a bye fish. Clutching, if you will, to his jacket to trap them to get the hook out.
The jacket had popped a button. Since he does all lake and play clothes buttons, he put it on his deck chair. The odor floated through the air. At first, I thought it was him, my nose assured it it was not. It was the jacket.
Yesterday, I sewed on the button, washed the jacket, to which vinegar had been added. I just finished pressing it and I will assure you, there is no aroma of small mouth bass.
Now, what you have to realize is, that jacket never smelled like that before. Why? Because he picks up large mouth by the lip and pike by the gill. Smallies, on the other hand are the wiggle and thrashers and getting them still is a mission in itself.
The jacket doesn't look new but it sure does smell clean!
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
As for the cartoon, much of the series' events take place in Bikini Bottom, an underwater city located in the Pacific Ocean beneath the real life tropical isle of Bikini A Toll. Stephen Hillenburg has stated that much of Bikini Bottom was based on the real life city of Seattle Much of this is supported within the context of the episodes themselves; however, despite implications of the city's location as well as analogies to real life, Hillenburg has stated that he wishes to leave the city isolated from the real world.
It is said that it appeals to adults and children alike and that much of the program is over the heads of children, (that is the adult part).
What does that have to do with business? Integrity.
Oh sponge! Imagine the creator, a marine biologist, changing his career to do animation. Interesting, don't you think?
Monday, October 11, 2010
Think about this, are comics or funny papers as they were called, truthful? Do you see the truth in the humor?
Did you ever see your father lay on the couch like Dagwood? Did you, when young, see him as a lazy person or did you wonder if he had TB? My mother slept a lot so I thought, sleeping Dagwood might had TB too.
And what about Little Lulu? Did there games inspire you to do those antics?
Didn't everyone want a Dick Tracy watch?
Although have many that I 'read' on Sunday, the only one I follow through out the week is Pickles. If you haven't seen it, it is about Opal and Earl, an elderly couple who happen to have a grand son named Nelson. The daughter must live close and there is no mention of a husband. It isn't anything like Dennis the Menace, it is better humor and Nelson would be a great child to have.
Now since I was raised by my grand parents on two occasions, I can identify with the things Opal and Earl do and say to Nelson. I can understand the conversations between the elders amongst themselves because they do, indeed, have their own patterns, just like Benhard and Julia did.
We live in a society much different than how I was raised. There are several items or things that kids have now that weren't invented yet. The idea of learning the QWERTY keyboard at such a young age is wonderful but I better not touch the Remington Rand typewriter or the adding machine.
Now, when I say adding machine, I mean basically just that. Add or subtract. ticka-ticka-ticka went the keys followed by a vrrrumpa when Daddy pulled the level on the side to input the number.
And so this morning, I was reading Pickles. Nelson is on the sofa and his grandpa asks him what he has. Nelson tells him it is his Mom's old cell phone. Grandpa asks, who is he going to call, Sponge Bob?
That makes Nelson a child of this era. He is exposed to cell phones, computers, and all the modern marvels of the world. But Nelson is never seen playing outside.
And I wonder if something is missing. I am so grateful my kids spent time outdoors with friends doing what they did best--being kids. And, I suppose in this busy world of everyone working, a cell phone is necessary. I do think the communication is wonderful for those who need to be in the know 24/7.
Sunday, October 10, 2010
It is said women find land marks to give directions. Men use compass directions.
On one lake, I say, "From barking dogs to barking dogs". Tom says which side of the lake. We are talking about the same area.
On the pictures above, I call it "Two kissing trees", Tom now refers to it as, "Your trees". It means the same.
What we thought was so interesting was when the foliage was gone, we could see the barn! One picture was taken in mid-September and the other nearly mid-October.
So if I forget the "where the lady was weeding, or the two St. Bernhard's, or the red cabin", at least the land mark of the two kissing trees will be there! Oops, the dogs and the red cabin are on different lakes...........and so is the place we call, "NO WHERE". Now keeping all that straight needs a mind like a computer OR is that a computer to be your mind for the over flow.
What is your land mark?
Tuesday, October 5, 2010
We all have great stories of our children; let's hope your children know the as-I-saw-it adult version.
A favorite of mine was one fall when Bud was looking for ways to make some cash. It was late in October and most of the leaves which were going to fall, had done so. There was a lady across the street and west a few houses that had become a widow over the summer. Mrs. Owens had a huge yard which had been manicured by her husband. She hired Bud to rake her leaves. She left out a box of bags and a rake.
Bud stayed focused on the job, filling the bags as he went along and setting them curb side for the city to pick up on their weekly route. It seemed simple enough; rake and bag, rake and bag.
Then, he ran out of bags but not out of leaves. The job was not finished and until it was, there would be no payment.
My question, before I finish the story is this: What would you do?
Perhaps as adults, we would have considered the options. Perhaps.
1. Ask Mrs. Owens if she had more bags.
2. Buy more bags and charge them off to her as part of the service
3. Go to your own house and get your parent's bags.
But there was another option, and perhaps the quickest to get the job done that none of us would have assessed: Simple bring the bags of leaves to your parent's house, dump them behind a tree and reuse the bags for Mrs. Owens leaves. And that is just what Bud did.
Later the leaves would be 'discovered' behind the tree and someone else would bag them up for free.
Sunday, October 3, 2010
But a female she was and all of us have to admire people such as herself. Tom could tell by the lenses in her glasses that she had a severe correction. The baseball cap covered the top of her bald head. Just what the large bandage on her face was all about is unknown. Most likely she had cancer and lost her hair; possibly breast cancer.
Now, that is enough, don't you think? Walking to a place to eat by herself and cancer treatments?
That isn't all. She had Parkinson's. We could see she had a tremor. She was up and down out of her booth looking and getting one thing or another before she settled in to eat her taco.
While we ate, I told Tom I really trusted him because I was sitting with my back against the door, which I rarely do. It is one of those things with me. He smiled and said nothing.
Once we were finished eating, he held out his hand which was shaking. As the snot I am, I said, "That ain't nothing, you should take lessons from her", referring to the lady who was sitting behind him--the booths molded together like they are in quick food places.
"No, he said, I am showing you the booth is shaking from her tremor."
We do not know where this lady lives nor all the medical diagnosis's she is saddled with. Yet, there has to be some sort of special praise for a person who does so much with so little.
Think about it.