Today was an odd sort of in-between day. Work was slow, the nerve pain in my leg & back was ridiculous, and I had a bunch of errands to run. Also, I was forced to acknowledge that at least 2 pairs of my jeans were no longer work place appropriate (I have a horrible habit of storing a knife in my back pocket when my hands get full). Fortunately, I could do what little work I needed to do while sitting on the floor stretching the spasm, I got a circular with a great coupon from Fashion Bug, and I had that credit card in my purse. So I got everything I needed done, found pants I don't hate at the store (as well as Tshirts I don't hate), got to the grocery store for cabbage (to go with corned beef tomorrow) and dinner makins for tonight, and even bought apples to make a crisp. Which failed.
I was planning to use our mandoline slicer for 'wafer thin' slices. FAIL. The mandoline is MISSING. As in neither Scott or I can find it. Not in the camper, not in any of the cupboards, not on any of the shelves....just gone. Neither of us can remember where or for what we last used it either....so it will likely show up someplace really strange when we're not looking for it. In the meantime I've pretty much decided to replace it with a little nicer one & put that one in the camper when it surfaces. Yes, we're the kind of freaks who would make room in our teeny tiny camper for a mandoline (it's lightweight & absolutely necessary for about 4 of our favorite dishes).
Anyhow, I finally abandoned hope of slicing my apples on the mandoline & used my not insignificant, but not nearly as uniform knife skills. Other than downsizing Betty Crocker's apple crisp recipe I followed the directions exactly...& failed! Crunchy sour apples in some bites & mushy sweet in others. Fortunately a bad apple crisp is still way better than a lot of other things. Especially a la mode. I've just buttered the top crust & re-baked the remaining crisp...shouldn't make it any worse, and might make it amazing. I'm hoping. OMG, just realized I completely left out the cinnamon & nutmeg...lol...still doesn't explain the texture issues, & I'm actually surprised I didn't notice it in the flavor. LOL. Guess I'll be making crisp again soon with all the right stuff.
You now see how strange my day was & how off I've been lately. Not pouting, I found clothes I don't hate, made food that didn't suck & was sorta healthy, and didn't hate this day.
Hope y'all can say the same or (hopefully) better.
-m
my life as a florist, camper, crazy cat person, individual
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
Monday, March 14, 2011
Found my rainbow.
When I logged on just now I was here to do one thing; delete my blog. And in the last 60 seconds I've laughed, cried, and for now changed my mind. I guess I should start by stating that my bad day started around 2am last night and has only gone downhill. I've gone from angry to disgusted, to numb & back several times over. I don't want to go into details, and it's not any specific thing or person, it's just everything. I think I just hit bottom & bounced hard. I only started to feel at all better when the tears started rolling.
While I was looking for the right place to begin the process of deleting I was notified that I had one comment waiting to be published. Since I haven't posted lately, and what posts I've made have been mostly whiny I was surprised. Marnie, thanks. Your comment helped me remember why I blog. I had to go back and re-read my post to remember what it was about. Remembering that good day helped center me. Writing out my thoughts sometimes helps me focus on the positive.
Gotta go do something mindless that doesn't involve pain for a bit now.
~m
While I was looking for the right place to begin the process of deleting I was notified that I had one comment waiting to be published. Since I haven't posted lately, and what posts I've made have been mostly whiny I was surprised. Marnie, thanks. Your comment helped me remember why I blog. I had to go back and re-read my post to remember what it was about. Remembering that good day helped center me. Writing out my thoughts sometimes helps me focus on the positive.
Gotta go do something mindless that doesn't involve pain for a bit now.
~m
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
Quick
No real solutions to the Royla problem. I'm still trying to motivate them to do the right thing. IF she comes here she will have to be an outside cat & that's gonna be really confusing for her. She lived inside with us for 2 years while I found her a home & then again for 4 months before Mel & Mike convinced me to let them adopt her. She's had a much rougher history than she deserves. I am literally being forced to choose between my children. For me that's what my pets are. Sadly the pet I'd be happiest to put outside right now is OSCAR. He's a little BEAST! Unpredictable, cute one second & then biting holes in me the next. He screamed into my ear Sunday (while snuggling & cooing) triggering the worst migraine I've had in years. I'm doing research, modifying our habits & trying to figure out what has him so off kilter. Hope it changes soon.
Fran's going to a trade show this weekend, so I'll be working extra hours & covering the bases while she's gone. It's prolly gonna be a long weekend.
~m
Fran's going to a trade show this weekend, so I'll be working extra hours & covering the bases while she's gone. It's prolly gonna be a long weekend.
~m
Thursday, March 3, 2011
Out of the Blue
Tonight I got a message from Royla's mom. She's moving & can't keep her, want's to know if I "want her back". What the hell am I supposed to say?!? We do not have room in our home for another cat, but I'll be damned (Mom I'm sorry, but I can't bring myself to use heck & darn right now) if I'll let her go to a shelter & be euthanized. She is a good cat who never asked more from the world than a safe place to sleep and someone to love. I've done my best for her twice now and apparently failed. These people BEGGED me to let them have her when I wasn't sure I wanted to let her go. Now they're giving her till April 1st.
It is just SO depressing. I'm MAD, and heart broken, and I don't know what to do other than try to inspire this person to find some kind of solution and offer to be the last ditch option even though I know it's gonna be a mess if I do. I can NOT condemn her, it's just not in me, and despite letting her go to what I thought was a secure home I still LOVE her.
Don't know what to do, I'm physically sick about this one.
~m
It is just SO depressing. I'm MAD, and heart broken, and I don't know what to do other than try to inspire this person to find some kind of solution and offer to be the last ditch option even though I know it's gonna be a mess if I do. I can NOT condemn her, it's just not in me, and despite letting her go to what I thought was a secure home I still LOVE her.
Don't know what to do, I'm physically sick about this one.
~m
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
A Bright Day
I feel the need to atone a bit for my recent posts. I have not been in any sort of great mood. But today I am!
Scott's been thinking about purchasing a motorcycle trailer that we can tow behind our camp rig. We've talked and dreamed & supposed (as we both enjoy doing). He's way better than me at making "maybe" possible, and then following through. I can talk 9 kinds of maybe, and wouldn't it, and perhaps, but I'm really good at deciding to hold off on that. The few times I've jumped right in (and at least once convinced him that it was the right thing) we've both been happier for it, so I should just learn that that's part of us and go along. He's good at making the things we want happen.
A few nights ago he brought up having a garage trailer to tow along with our retirement rig (which we're both enjoying shopping for). Then he pointed out that having that same trailer to tow along now would be a great way to get our motorcycles to the neat places we camp (since we've both been forced to acknowledge that we can't do the sort of all bike road trips we'd LOVE to take on). We've been some awesome places (Quartzsite being one of them) where having the motorcycles to go wander on would just be a delight. In the process of that wondering I proposed that the same trailer would also be a shade/rainy day relaxing space for us beyond the 4' limits of our camper (which we still love, but not as much on days when we're both stuck indoors). In my head that conversation ended on a sweet dream.
Apparently in Scott's mind it ended on a "Make it happen" note. So he did. Today we both played hooky (with permission) and spent the day taking care of our "children" (you know; Lance & Dodge). He found an amazing deal on KSL this morning and when he called the deal didn't sound too good to be true, so we climbed into the truck for a ride to Eureka. As impulsive tag alongs go (for me) it was memorable. We had a pleasant visit & ride together & as we neared our destination I had the treat of seeing a Gold Eagle scavenging a dear carcass on the roadside. My only regret is that I didn't process what I was seeing in time to point it out to Scott.
We met some kindred spirits who live in Eureka & who were selling the right "needs a bit o' work" trailer. Spent an hour with them observing, inspecting, testing & then buying & cleaning out the trailer. Had a bit of an adventure getting it home (we're planning to completely replace the wiring anyhow so this will be our last no lights adventure). We're being cautious to make too many plans right away. We'll first repair the essentials (wiring, bodywork, tie downs for the bikes), then take on other projects as they become necessary. Mostly we plan to set up tie downs and use bungees. It doesn't need to be perfect to begin with. I'm a little freaked out to be moving closer to our retirement (I really do like where we are) but I'm quite excited about this new part of our adventure.
Tonight we as we stood in the driveway supposing and sweeping cement dust out of the trailer it felt right. Not brand new, not more than we could afford, not too much work, don't have to feel bad if it gets scratched...just right. This trailer will serve us well, and help us have fun.
Today was a good day.
My Daddy's been on my mind a lot lately. We haven't had a talk that I can remember, but I sure do feel like he's been around. Perhaps it's the projects, it always seems like he's here helping whenever I take on a little bit more than I can handle. His 'figure it out' mentality is one of the things I'm very glad to have inherited. But mostly I just recognize the head pats; Every now & then I get that awesome rumbly hug sensation. It's nice.
Gonna sign off now & go help Scott snuggle Spazzy. She's shedding and can't get enough grooming type attention.
-m
Scott's been thinking about purchasing a motorcycle trailer that we can tow behind our camp rig. We've talked and dreamed & supposed (as we both enjoy doing). He's way better than me at making "maybe" possible, and then following through. I can talk 9 kinds of maybe, and wouldn't it, and perhaps, but I'm really good at deciding to hold off on that. The few times I've jumped right in (and at least once convinced him that it was the right thing) we've both been happier for it, so I should just learn that that's part of us and go along. He's good at making the things we want happen.
A few nights ago he brought up having a garage trailer to tow along with our retirement rig (which we're both enjoying shopping for). Then he pointed out that having that same trailer to tow along now would be a great way to get our motorcycles to the neat places we camp (since we've both been forced to acknowledge that we can't do the sort of all bike road trips we'd LOVE to take on). We've been some awesome places (Quartzsite being one of them) where having the motorcycles to go wander on would just be a delight. In the process of that wondering I proposed that the same trailer would also be a shade/rainy day relaxing space for us beyond the 4' limits of our camper (which we still love, but not as much on days when we're both stuck indoors). In my head that conversation ended on a sweet dream.
Apparently in Scott's mind it ended on a "Make it happen" note. So he did. Today we both played hooky (with permission) and spent the day taking care of our "children" (you know; Lance & Dodge). He found an amazing deal on KSL this morning and when he called the deal didn't sound too good to be true, so we climbed into the truck for a ride to Eureka. As impulsive tag alongs go (for me) it was memorable. We had a pleasant visit & ride together & as we neared our destination I had the treat of seeing a Gold Eagle scavenging a dear carcass on the roadside. My only regret is that I didn't process what I was seeing in time to point it out to Scott.
We met some kindred spirits who live in Eureka & who were selling the right "needs a bit o' work" trailer. Spent an hour with them observing, inspecting, testing & then buying & cleaning out the trailer. Had a bit of an adventure getting it home (we're planning to completely replace the wiring anyhow so this will be our last no lights adventure). We're being cautious to make too many plans right away. We'll first repair the essentials (wiring, bodywork, tie downs for the bikes), then take on other projects as they become necessary. Mostly we plan to set up tie downs and use bungees. It doesn't need to be perfect to begin with. I'm a little freaked out to be moving closer to our retirement (I really do like where we are) but I'm quite excited about this new part of our adventure.
Tonight we as we stood in the driveway supposing and sweeping cement dust out of the trailer it felt right. Not brand new, not more than we could afford, not too much work, don't have to feel bad if it gets scratched...just right. This trailer will serve us well, and help us have fun.
Today was a good day.
My Daddy's been on my mind a lot lately. We haven't had a talk that I can remember, but I sure do feel like he's been around. Perhaps it's the projects, it always seems like he's here helping whenever I take on a little bit more than I can handle. His 'figure it out' mentality is one of the things I'm very glad to have inherited. But mostly I just recognize the head pats; Every now & then I get that awesome rumbly hug sensation. It's nice.
Gonna sign off now & go help Scott snuggle Spazzy. She's shedding and can't get enough grooming type attention.
-m
Monday, February 28, 2011
Another 4am
Sleep continues to evade me. I do not like this sam I am!
Also my mother reads my blog & she thinks whaInging is a swear (cuz she couldn't possibly have meant damn or shit). For my mother I apologize, I can not however promise not to repeat the sentiment. I write like I talk, bad spelling, improper grammar & all. On occasion when I feel strongly I am not opposed to an expletive or two. Part of the package deal.
This day was pretty futile. What vertical time I got ended up being supremely painful & in the end rather futile. I accept this and hope for a better day tomorrow. This pinched nerve does not like: streching, walking, laying down, sitting, driving, standing, sleeping, moving, staying still, breathing......and before anyone brings it up NO I have not & am not going to the doctor. (That's a capitol period btw)
Gonna go take a benadryl an asprin and maybe a soma now. Along with a LOT of water so that I actually wake up when Oscar starts yelling good morning in a couple hours.
Live long & prosper.
-m
Also my mother reads my blog & she thinks whaInging is a swear (cuz she couldn't possibly have meant damn or shit). For my mother I apologize, I can not however promise not to repeat the sentiment. I write like I talk, bad spelling, improper grammar & all. On occasion when I feel strongly I am not opposed to an expletive or two. Part of the package deal.
This day was pretty futile. What vertical time I got ended up being supremely painful & in the end rather futile. I accept this and hope for a better day tomorrow. This pinched nerve does not like: streching, walking, laying down, sitting, driving, standing, sleeping, moving, staying still, breathing......and before anyone brings it up NO I have not & am not going to the doctor. (That's a capitol period btw)
Gonna go take a benadryl an asprin and maybe a soma now. Along with a LOT of water so that I actually wake up when Oscar starts yelling good morning in a couple hours.
Live long & prosper.
-m
Sunday, February 27, 2011
Can't Sleep
Ever since we got home from Quartzsite I've had a pinched nerve that puts a hitch in my gate. Most times it's an annoyance, sometimes it's painful, at least once it's caused me to faceplant. I've developed a HUGE appreciation for my electric hot pad. Tonight it's WHAiNGING!!!!!! I know that's not a word & I don't care. It conveys the intent. I hate to post when I'm less than my best *cause I'll whine* but I'm up & thinking, and VERY happy to distract myself.
Scott & I are full of thoughts about our retirement strategy ever since the RV show. It's a constant thought process but some very large points of interest were brought to our attention. I'm pretty sure we're a salesman's nightmare cuz we're years away from buying & we're OVER researching. When the time comes we will sell the house, CONSOLIDATE, and move forward with minimal trepidation. In the meantime we shall dither grandly & ask too many questions. But since neither of us is at all fond of buying new, and we could end up retiring any time now (dependent on how hard either of us is willing to work while we're retired) knowing what's on the market, and what we like is of value. I personally don't see either of us pulling up stakes for several years. We both like our jobs & don't completely hate where we live. Between now & then we shall CAMP!
Thanks to this twinge in my leg/back & a nasty bug I've been pretty miserable lately. Missed 2 days of work this week I hate losing the money (damn all of you lucky shits who have paid sick leave!!!) but I hate pain worse. Fran & I are still trying to figure out how to tell each other that we're making the other one miserable by being miserable. It's just too codependent of a relationship not to effect each other. We come up with a new way to say "I love you, but you're making me hate life" every week. Guess that's a lot healthier, and probably not as professional as most places. It seems to work for us. We have mastered the hand sanitizer/disinfectant ritual that seems to keep us from making each other ill. If only we could teach all the other people who invade our space to also respect our ritual.
Tomorrow Scott and I are either (1) piecing together Oscar's BIG cage (2) replacing the fuse & putting miles on my car so it can pass inspection (3) (and since it's now almost 4am most likely) Not putting on pants (other than pjs). All of these options sound amazing to me in comparison to how I spent valentines & the weekend after (ill). Also I found a recipe tonight for buttermilk waffles that have cheese baked into the crust. Y'all know how I feel about burnt cheese.
Live long & prosper
-m
Scott & I are full of thoughts about our retirement strategy ever since the RV show. It's a constant thought process but some very large points of interest were brought to our attention. I'm pretty sure we're a salesman's nightmare cuz we're years away from buying & we're OVER researching. When the time comes we will sell the house, CONSOLIDATE, and move forward with minimal trepidation. In the meantime we shall dither grandly & ask too many questions. But since neither of us is at all fond of buying new, and we could end up retiring any time now (dependent on how hard either of us is willing to work while we're retired) knowing what's on the market, and what we like is of value. I personally don't see either of us pulling up stakes for several years. We both like our jobs & don't completely hate where we live. Between now & then we shall CAMP!
Thanks to this twinge in my leg/back & a nasty bug I've been pretty miserable lately. Missed 2 days of work this week I hate losing the money (damn all of you lucky shits who have paid sick leave!!!) but I hate pain worse. Fran & I are still trying to figure out how to tell each other that we're making the other one miserable by being miserable. It's just too codependent of a relationship not to effect each other. We come up with a new way to say "I love you, but you're making me hate life" every week. Guess that's a lot healthier, and probably not as professional as most places. It seems to work for us. We have mastered the hand sanitizer/disinfectant ritual that seems to keep us from making each other ill. If only we could teach all the other people who invade our space to also respect our ritual.
Tomorrow Scott and I are either (1) piecing together Oscar's BIG cage (2) replacing the fuse & putting miles on my car so it can pass inspection (3) (and since it's now almost 4am most likely) Not putting on pants (other than pjs). All of these options sound amazing to me in comparison to how I spent valentines & the weekend after (ill). Also I found a recipe tonight for buttermilk waffles that have cheese baked into the crust. Y'all know how I feel about burnt cheese.
Live long & prosper
-m
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