Monthly Archives: January 2017

Not Judging, Just Saying….

Let me just start out by saying that I am not judging, I am just saying….And yes, I grew up hearing all about judging, Judge not, lest ye be judged. Matthew 7:1, and the ever popular, People who live in glass houses should not throw stones. So to this end I say, I don’t live in a glass house, and again, I’m not judging, I’m just saying….

Last weekend as I was attempting to put the laundry away, and I say attempting because, I got all my clean clothes put away but I was struggling to fit all of He Who Might Be A Hoarder’s t-shirts into an already full cupboard, I got frustrated and left them on the bed. I then moved onto putting his socks away and Oh. Em.Gee., the first sock drawer was full, the second sock drawer had a bit of room in it, and I crammed the rest in the third drawer because the fourth drawer was really full. I kid you not. Who has four drawers of socks? I’ll tell you who, He Who Has a Sock Fetish, and condemns me for buying shoes and purses….and this is why I say, I’m not judging.

I checked to make sure that there were no football games on the tv, and then I called him up from the basement and said, Seriously? Four drawers of socks and I can barely fit the clean ones in! And t-shirts, coming out the ying yang? Do you even wear half of these? I say no, the football t’s from your glory days? There is a date is on them, 15 years was a long time ago, let them go, painting t’shirts, you don’t paint that much anymore, the pick one you bought as a joke, and so on and so on…There was no fighting or pleading and begging, he agreed that perhaps there was a problem, not that he had the problem, just that there was one, baby steps. He went to work purging the cupboard of frayed and old and unworn t-shirts and then tackled the sock drawers and again with the baby steps, we went from 4 drawers to 3!

I will be the first to admit that I love shoes and purses, and because I do I have a lot of each. It is no secret. People buy be fridge magnets that say, There is no such thing as too many shoes and wall art that says, It’s All About The Shoes, there are shoe shaped wine holders and stoppers, and purse shaped Shopaholic piggy bank….and this is why I’m not judging, I’m just saying….

Overfull cupboards and 4 sock drawers are exactly the reason that I never put all my shoes in one place, a shelf in the garage, a rack in the closet and there may or may not be shoes tucked under the bed. Always remember and never forget: Don’t judge me, I was born to be awesome, not perfect!!

Just Another Manic Monday

It’s Monday! And it’s still cold, but the way I see it, -21 is better than -40, and it did warm up to -16 today….after Christmas I did a little online Boxing Day shopping at Sears, because I still consider Sears shopping local…I’ve had a couple of surprises, firstly, they delivered to my house, at no extra charge: I received a rather large box with only 2 things in it, not my full order, second surprise: there was no invoice, receipt, or anything indicating that the rest of my order was back-ordered, was coming later, just a piece of paper telling me what was in the box, which I knew already because I could see in the box….so I called the toll free/24 hr. number and after listening to them tell me how busy they are over and over and over again, I hung up, answerless and not surprised, but hoping for the best… then the best happened today, came home to another parcel on the porch and my order was complete, and I just have to say, going to the Sears store to pick up parcels isn’t a huge inconvenience, but having them dropped off at home when it’s freaking cold is pretty sweet…now, can you imagine the disappointment of getting a parcel or parcels and due to poor packing, your purchase is….gulp, broken??…. Well, I can’t imagine because Sears is not a newby, they know what they’re doing….Parcel #1 was in a much larger box than the 2 items required, but the people at Sears put in 6 large air-pillows and Parcel #2 was packed pretty tight, things weren’t moving in that box, but the good people at Sears still added a layer of thin foam and a layer of the little bubble-wrap, nothing bad was going to happen to my order….What is this most precious purchase, this incredibly fragile bargain?…wait for it….towels, and no, I didn’t get the breakable towels, just regular towels, hand, bath, face, oh ya, and a set of sheets, and no, not glass sheets, just regular sheets… So to the good people at Sears, thanks for delivering, and I just checked the order slip, looking for the part that says, ‘Checked By: 114’, but I see nothing, someone checked the items off but didn’t identify themselves, so to Sears Worker, thanks for ensuring that my towels and sheets arrived unbroken!! Oh ya, and thanks for the bubble wrap….pop pop pop pop

I’m Not Sure About This Healthy Eating….

I love to cook. Am I good at? Yes, sometimes I’m damn good at. And No, sometimes I’m no damn good at. But I haven’t killed anyone and we aren’t starving so I call that a win-win….All the New Year posts I’ve been seeing on eating better has inspired me so today’s supper menu was: tuna steaks, potatoes, and baked cauliflower. Really nothing to fancy-smancy. I marinated the tuna steaks at noon and cut up the cauliflower, came home after work, cheered on the kids on the sliding hill, visited with the Mom’s, changed clothes, went for my walk, and then proceeded to make….umm a mess, not really, a disaster, well, I wouldn’t go that far, I guess you could call it supper, such as it was….got the potatoes boiling, cauliflower steaming, and since I don’t have a broiler pan with my new oven, I used a cookie sheet and because I hate messy clean ups, I put parchment paper on it, put the 2 tuna steaks on and popped in the over, on the top rack under the broiler….and almost instantly I smelt smoke and opened the oven to the parchment paper on fire…and when I say on fire, I mean flames and everything, so I said, Oh Crap, there is a fire in my oven. Oh never mind, I’ll just pull out the pan, and blow the remaining flames out. There were the 2 steaks sitting there with on little islands of unburnt paper surrounded by charcoal….ahhh ok, let’s try this again. Put the tuna on a new cookie sheet after washing them off, adding more marinade, and I check the oven, noticing that the cheese on cauliflower casserole is browning really fast and really dark, so dark you might call it blacking, perhaps 500′ is a bit much…turn down the broiler, pop the tuna back in and set the timer. The key to cooking tuna is to not over cook it, 4 to 5 minutes per side, and damn the tuna seems to be cooking fast, so I flip them and lower the rack 1 notch, and wait for the beep while checking FB and…no beep? Why no beep? Because the blonde set the timer for 5 hours, not 5 minutes, Oh. For. The. Love. Of. Pete. SUPPER’S READY!! The potatoes are good, really, really good. The cauliflower has a top layer of almost burnt cheese, but not too bad, and the tuna. I just had to ask, So how’s the tuna? And the reply I got, Well, it’s a long way from sushi….Ya, that’s what I was going for…And throughout all this, the smoke detectors did not go off, so now I don’t know if they work or if I’m really just that damn good!

Happy New Year 2017

Happy New Year and Cheers to making 2017 the best year yet. I’ve been away from here for a few months. Life and circumstances got the better of me and when I’m feeling stressed and overwhelmed, I tend not to feel very creative or feel like writing, which is something I’m going to work on this coming year. I don’t do resolutions, per se, every January first,  I say that this year we will live a healthier lifestyle, eating better and exercising, because even though we do this mostly, there is always room for improvement….and that being said, every year I try and improve myself in some way beyond the physical, be kinder, handle stress better, take time for me….and so begins my non-resolutions.

It would seem that the rooms that I have claimed as my own, become a catch-all of stuff in my frenzied holiday tidying mode, a lot of stuff got shoved, dropped and hidden in my exercise room and in my office. Yesterday I tackled the big room and dug out the treadmill from under the extra bedding, pulled the Bow Flex out of the corner so it’s usable, set up a table to put a tv on, when The Boy brings it back, dusted of my wii and some yoga dvd’s – and the answer is no, to those wondering if this is going to become a blog about getting fit and eating right and blah, blah, blah….unless of course, I smack myself in the face with the Blow Flex rods, don’t laugh, it happens, or if I trip and skin a knee on the treadmill, then darn right I’m going to share it, and likely whine about it, too, just saying.

Today I’m going to get into my office and do a bit of decluttering and organizing. I have a lovely office. This is going to be the year that I get He Who Wields The Hammer, to get my pictures hung up and to make the space even more lovely and a peaceful place to come and write or just sit and regroup. Pretty excited about it. We have been in the new house for one year and it’s feeling more like home and not just a house – now to add some more personal touches.

The 128th Rose Bowl Parade has been watched, there is split pea soup simmering on the stove, and I’ve procrastinated just about as long as I can and still get something accomplished today so here goes nothing. May 2017 be your best year yet, and always remember and never forget: ‘May your coming year be filled with magic and dreams and good madness. I hope you read some fine books and kiss someone who thinks you’re wonderful, and don’t forget to make some art – write or draw or build or sing or live as only you can. And I hope, somewhere in the next year, you surprise yourself.’ ~ Neil Gaiman