Monday, November 30, 2009
Sunday, November 29, 2009
Saturday, November 28, 2009
I had never heard of No Shave November. Where have I been? Under a rock, apparently. I thought surely she must be making this up! There can't really be such a thing, can there? Well, I did a little research and sure enough, I found there is a No Shave November . I can't believe I missed this entirely. As I understand it, there's a resulting fad called NO SEX November, which was started by the mates of the males who participate in No Shave November, in protest.
There's a cause for my consternation that this whole movement escaped my attention: In an attempt at being "Politically Correct," this celebration of hairiness has been declared gender-free. Yes, ladies. This means that for the entire month of November, many of us have been needlessly trimming the tresses from our underarms, legs, and our hoo-hahs. Who knew?
Instead of laboring with those razors to erase the fuzz, we could have been letting it all "hang out," so to speak. This could be me! (Well, with a few more pounds, black hair, cellulite, and glasses!) But I can't win. Just as I was about to trash my trimmer Thursday at twilight, I heard yesterday was Fur-Free Friday! Now I don't know which way to go!
Friday, November 27, 2009
Daughter-in-law Shari poses with her beautiful daughters Tanya and Jamie. You can tell the apples haven't fallen far from the tree!
Thursday, November 26, 2009
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
Monday, November 23, 2009
Sunday, November 22, 2009
Saturday, November 21, 2009
Obviously they are great sellers, or Victoria's Secret wouldn't have an abundance of the ass-floss anomalies on display. I can understand the retailers' point of view (pun intended). They are raking in mucho moola for mimimal outlay. Think about it. I'll bet they don't require more than four or five square inches of fabric--and that's on a size large!
And once the young 'uns who are wearing them now get up there in years, how in heck are they going to fit these contraptions over their Depends?
Friday, November 20, 2009
Thursday, November 19, 2009
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
This is no ordinary run of the mill scarf; it is a multi-purpose scarf. It can be used in the traditional manner, to keep those pesky drafts off her neck, or it can be used to pimp out a new outfit. It is perfect for the woman who likes to stand out in a crowd--be the center of attention!
For the less flamboyant woman, it can be worn under a dress or sweater to achieve that "extra fullness" that makes her figure really "stand out" without having to have surgery. As an added bonus, she can let her husband wear it to bed for his entertainment those times when she feels like saying, "Not tonight, dear. I have a headache."
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
Monday, November 16, 2009
Sunday, November 15, 2009
Saturday, November 14, 2009
I was a sales rep for Humana, the company that's leaving Maine, before I retired so I have some working knowledge of the field. There are many options out there, and it can be quite a task to wade through all the ads and brochures we seniors get bombarded with every fall. After all the browsing, and then meeting with a broker who represents several different companies and their plans, I finally made a decision.
I selected an HMO (Hospital Maintenance Organization) plan which includes coverage for my gym membership. I am cautiously optimistic about my choice. It does include lower co-payments for doctors visits, plus some dental and optical coverage.
The trade-off for the lower costs is that you must go to doctors and hospitals on their list. My doctor and hospital are on their list-- I'm good to go there. I say I'm cautiously optimistic, because HMO's in general have had bad press in the past. Rumors abound about what is covered and what isn't, so I can only wait until January when the new plan kicks in to find out the truth.
I do hope I've made the right choice!
Friday, November 13, 2009
After what seemed like a really long time and a couple of trips out to his truck and back, he finished in the executive bath and tackled the kitchen sink. He took time out to tell us what a nice home we have (Puleaaase! It's a mobile home, it's not the Ritz!). On one of his many trips back out to his truck, he stopped to admire the pictures of our kids and grandkids on the walls, and the saber my stepson had mounted in a display case with an engraved "Thanks for the love and support, Dad" plaque when he graduated from West Point. (The whole time I was thinking, "cut the BS and get the job done, will ya!") His phone rang several times with what sounded like calls from his wife, with whom he stopped to chat. Then I nearly lost it when he stopped what he was doing to come into the livingroom to watch a particular item on the 6:00 pm news that interested him.
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
Early on, this task seemed reasonable; it did require a bit of quickness, but, hey, I was young and energetic--a piece of cake! For a while things went quite smoothly. Grab the trays, from one stack, and put them in the box. Grab trays from the matching stack, and put them in the box--and yes, the boxes were flat and had to be assembled. I would say there were about eight stacks of fruit trays accumulating at the same time--two stacks of each size and four different sizes; you merely had to be sure you put trays of the same size in the same box. I was all over this job! Grab a box, grab a stack of trays and put them in the box, grab another stack the same size, add them to the box, put the box on the conveyor belt; repeat with another size; repeat with a third size; repeat with the fourth size; begin again.
After a few hours of this activity, I noticed it was getting easier; I was able to keep up with the unending tide of trays. If there had been someone there to "high five," I would have been high fiving! But everyone was busy with their own machines. I reached the point where I had time to wipe the sweat off my brow with my shirt sleeve! I was ahead of the machine!! Euphoria mixed with pride filled my body--I had done it! I had not only kept up with the machine, I had gotten ahead of it!!! I was awesome!
The system wasn't perfect. Occasionally, the machine doing the spitting at the other end of the conveyor belt would misfire and a tray might land sideways. This would prevent it's entering my machine, which would eventually cause a tray jam (that's TRAY jam, not TOE jam). Those overhead lights would flash to alert the machine operator (in this case, me) of the jam. No one had informed me of this little detail. As a result, there was a tray jam behind my machine the size of Mt. Everest, and this was the reason I was able to get ahead of my machine. And here I thought I had mastered the skill! NOT.
We set about clearing all the trays in the jam off the conveyor belt, which was no small task--as I said, it was the size of Mt. Everest. Once the jam pile was removed, and all the damaged trays dropped in the "recycle" opening in the floor, the foreman turned the machine on again. This time he instructed me to sit by the conveyor belt with the trays coming towards me, watching for a renegade--a tray out of place--to determine if what had happened was a fluke, or if the spitter machine was malfunctioning regularly.
Monday, November 9, 2009
Saturday, November 7, 2009
For me, love and trust are interchangeable terms. There have been many occasions over the years when my husband and I have had to be apart. Sometimes, it's been merely overnight; other times it's been for two or three weeks, due to the demands of our jobs. It was never a problem for us. Each of us has always known that the other was incapable of betrayal. When you deeply care for someone, you want to protect them from harm. You choose never to hurt them, no matter what temptation comes your way. That is love; that is trust. It's a wonderful gift.
Friday, November 6, 2009
Some of my favorite blogs are about cooking and feature wonderful, mouth-watering recipes! What I notice is missing, or at least I haven't encountered the subject, is a blog about buying and storing produce. Sometimes it's hard to know the shelf life of a fruit of vegetable. In an attempt to help fill that void, I thought I would post this helpful reminder, How to tell when bananas have gone bad:
I hope all you mothers, chefs, and others benefit from this tip. Just consider it my public service announcement.
Thursday, November 5, 2009
In all the versions of Red Riding Hood I've ever read, I don't recall her having a bff. Also, this play was a musical. The bff was the only non-singing role in the production. Some of you may remember reading about my talent in the genre. Also, there's the fact that the I was given the central position in the photo--a spot which of course should have gone to Little Red. And I have the only straw hat with a bow under my chin--definitely a ploy to draw attention to me. Then there's the deliberate mis-aligning of my knee high stockings.
The only explanation can be that the writer/director, even back then, sensed my star quality and created the bff character with a non-singing part specifically to get ME on stage! I suspect that person's motivation was sheer selfishness; once I achieved the stardom for which I was destined, he wanted to be able to say, "I knew her when she was a nobody; I gave her her first big break!" Terrible to think someone working with children could be so self-serving. I hope you're happy now, Mr. Director!
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
Well, I say no use crying over spilled milk (or butt-spread), it is what it is and time to move forward--if in fact I can get this over-weight carcass moving! I've resumed my trips to the Chamber of Horrors; if that term is new to you, you may want to click on it and get in the game, here. I can deal with the Goddess of Pain, who seems to be perkier than ever, but it's really difficult trying to avoid the inevitable " nooner," as we KNOW that is counter-productive.
This is the absolute worst time of year to try to lose weight! We only had about a dozen trick-or-treaters, so there's all that leftover Halloween candy. And lurking on the horizon is Thanksgiving; disaster on a plate! I love turkey, gravy, mashed potatoes, rolls, and the heavenly desserts. And as quick as you can say, "No, thank you," to the third or fourth helping, Santa will be here! Who can celebrate Christmas without chocolate fudge, plus a repeat of all the Thanksgiving goodies?
I think it must be an end of the year conspiracy to bully you into making New Year's resolutions that will be impossible to keep! Maybe if I try chewing on my nails instead of chocolate?
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
That being said, I'd like to pass this award on to Mesina at And Then There Was Me. She is, indeed, a superior scribbler! I love reading her posts, and I'm sure you will, too. She manages to write thoughtful, entertaining posts, despite the fact that she has 3 kids!
Blogging has been a godsend to me. I retired in April of this year, and if I hadn't discovered blogging as a creative outlet, I'd probably have torn out all my hair by now! (And-trust me on this one--an old, overweight, bald-headed woman would not be a pretty sight!) Also, I gain inspiration from reading other bloggers' posts. There are so many, talented, funny bloggers out there. Thank you all for the laughs, the tears, and entertainment you have all brought to my life.
Monday, November 2, 2009
I spend a lot of time here writing and sharing my thoughts, and knowing that someone out there is reading what I spew and even enjoying some of it, is just amazing.
There are so many funny talented people out there in blogland, that it's also fun to have the opportunity to pass the awards on to other, in many instances, more deserving bloggers than I.
This award comes with some rules:
I would like to pass this award on to Cinnamon Girl at Cinnamon Spice & Everything Nice because she does have a gorgeous blog, and her recipes always make my mouth water!