Monday, July 28, 2014

To Sleep Or Not To Sleep ...

So Molly gave me an extra FitBit thingy.  Basically, you wear it on your arm and it tells you how many steps you've walked, how many calories you might have burned, etc.  At night, you tap it and it records your sleep pattern.  This was mine last night.  In comparison, Molly's is usually all blue with maybe a turquoise line or two thrown in there.  Clearly my sleep patterns need help.

But then I got this in the mail today.  I think I'll sleep much better tonight!!

Today was a great day because:  taking Everley to school; having the family over for beef medallions and the fixins'; Lindley and Everley time

Sunday, July 27, 2014

Visitors and Such

Steve brought GDiz to Nashville yesterday for a visit.  Since getting here yesterday, they have been busy in several ways - napping (yes, both of them), shopping (so far a new watch, flashlight, jacket, and who knows what else), riding around (but not getting lost), and eating at Cracker Barrel (two nights in a row).  There's also been a little bit of sitting outside, but since today's heat index approached 105 (according to Steve's weather thingy), sitting outside had to wait until much later this evening.

And speaking of the heat, Udderly Pink planned to do a long training walk this morning.  That was until we actually got outside and discovered it was going to be a Nashville sauna day.  In other words, if it wasn't damp enough from the humidity, the sweat pouring off our faces remedied the situation.  We trekked up and down the "rolling hills" of Nashville, had a bit of breakfast, and then decided to go to our homes because we each had some personal agendas to attend to.

My agenda?  To go home and wait the arrival of my new refrigerator.  Yes - I finally caved (in several ways) and decided to get an early birthday present of a new refrigerator.  Yes, I got a new one four years ago, but that one has an icemaker issue in that it makes ice, but when you open the freezer drawer to get ice or anything else, the ice goes all over the floor and the freezer (I purposely did not want not purchase a frig with a water/ice thingy in the door).  Anyhow, after four years of attempting to retrieve the ice underneath the freezer baskets and cleaning ice off the floor, I decided I had had enough and decided to get a new one.

Last week I took Molly to look at the frig I had decided upon.  Which of course did not have a water/ice on the door thingy and was going to be white.  By the time she and Floyd The Home Depot Dude had finished with me, I was leaning toward the stainless steel frig not only with the water/ice thingy but also with a fancy schmacy door that is inside the door that you open if you just want something like a bottle of G2.  Yes, it sounds complicated.

Anyhow, Molly and I left Floyd (mainly because he would not leave us alone) and Molly went home and found it cheaper at my nemesis, Lowes (actually I used to like Lowes a lot until the GDiz dryer debacle). Nevertheless, since it was cheaper and everything else worked out, Molly ordered it online.  They called and said the first day it could be delivered would be today, so we cut the walk short because they said it would be at the house between 8-12 (I don't know how the scheduler person can say this with a straight face).

So Molly and I got home in order to unload the frig so that it could be hauled to the sunroom when they got here.  Finally around 10am, they called and said they're on their way and would be here in 30 minutes. They got here and inspected my current frig and measured doors and got ready to get busy.  Except they discovered they forgot the appliance dolly back at the warehouse because the inventory for today didn't get pulled yesterday because everything was so busy so they had to pull the inventory today and unbox it and load it up.  In other words, today was going to be a very long day for them.  So they got in their truck and headed back to the warehouse to get the dolly.

Eventually they return, take off all the doors and appendages to my current frig and wheel it out through the den to wheel it into the sunroom (because the door hinges on the door from the kitchen to the laundry room cannot be taken off because the door molding was put around the hinges and would have to be taken off to pop out the hinges).  Once that was out, the new frig less its doors and appendges was rolled in and Dudes 1 and 2 started reassembling both friges.  Eventually both friges were in working order and were loaded with various groceries to be resorted tomorrow.  Lowes, you have redeemed yourself.  For now, anyway.

Molly loves the frig she chose for me!
Anyhow, I am now the proud owner of a stainless steel frig with ice and water in the door.  I caved in to both the icy water and non-white color.  Guess this means I am getting modern in my old age. Of course it doesn't match my other applicances, which are all white, but I guess I'll replace them as they wear out (which means, the dishwasher will go first since it gets used the most, the microwave will go next since it sounds like an airplane going off when it is being used, and finally the stove because it will eventually give up ever being used).  Welcome to the Doik, GDiz and New Frig!!
Today was a great day because:  a small training walk with UP Sharon, KB, and Molly and peach french toast and drinks; frig delivery dudes; new frig; Lindley and Everley time; dinner at the Barrel (again) with Steve, GDiz, Sam, Lindley, Lynnette, and Molly; Molly laminating my numbers and getting her travel agent thing

Saturday, July 26, 2014

A Little Confession Is Good For A Laugh ... 50 Years Later

I grew up on a dairy farm in the country in a small town in Mississippi.  My father had a little store in which he sold staples for the people who worked for him and their families.  He sold things from bologna and cheese (which he sold by the pound and would cut according to whatever the customer wanted) to flour to candy to coca-colas and everything in between.

sorry for the lousy picture -
it was the best one I could find!
One of the items in his store was Crisco.  Now, back in the day, to open the Crisco can you need the key that was fastened to the top of the can. One would take the key off, connect it to the proper point on the can, and then peel off the lid, trying not to cut your hand off in the process. The cans of Crisco in my father's store were big, probably because back then in the South, Crisco was used in everything.

The thought of winding those lids off fascinated me.  And tempted me. I'm not sure why - perhaps it was the most technological thing I could actually get my hands on.  Remember, I grew up getting (at the most) two channels on the television, and those two channels were pretty much off the air after the 10 o'clock news.  I had no idea what a remote control was.  The only telephone was on the wall in the kitchen. Anyhow, at some point, all I could think about was winding those lids off (my father had two cans in the store - a gold mine!).

One day I could take it no longer.  Temptation took over, and when my father was elsewhere, I took the key to the store (the store was kept locked until certain times of the day - like lunch and dinner) and went in.  I took both Crisco cans off the shelf, sat on the floor behind the counter, and unwound both cans. I was probably in a trance, being mesmerized by this action.  Once both lids had been unwound, I disposed of the key and the trail of wound-up tin.  I put the plastic lid (that were to replace the tin lids) on both cans and put them back on the shelf.  I have no idea what my thought process was at that point - obviously I was clearly in Crisco Can-gate Denial. Did I really think no one would notice the protective tin lid was no longer on the can?  Probably ...

Later that evening, my father came into the house.  To say he was livid would be a gross understatement.  He had both cans under his arms, demanding to know who did it, and did they have any idea what that meant, and probably a lot of other statements that I managed to repress into my memory.  And me?  I said I had no idea who did it (at least I didn't blame it on my brother).

Anyhow, I believe we ended up with both cans in the house to be used (which probably was about two weeks).  I never confessed (until now), probably because I felt a jail cell would have been in my future and I would probably be left with only the two cans of Crisco to eat.

I did, however, curb my fascination with keying and winding off the lids of these type of cans.  The fear of death by Crisco can do that do you!
Today was a great day because:  picking up Molly on her walk then Starbucks then Molly organizing the yard sale crap in the sunroom; Lindley and Lynnette putting away the toys upstairs; getting more rooms cleaned up; Steve and GDiz's safe travel from Columbus to Nashville; dinner at the Barrel with Maribeth, Molly, Mathieu, Everley, Lindley, Lynnette, Steve, and GDiz

Friday, July 25, 2014

Yes Virginia, This Swimsuit Actually Exists

In my eternal quest to find the perfect swimsuit (that would be one that not only slims and trims my body, but also dissolves the fatness that is my body), I came upon this one today.  How?  By googling "old lady swimsuit."  Apparently you can even purchase this little number here.  Will I actually purchase this little ditty?  Nope, because I have a feeling I would still look like a whale, only this time dressed in a sailor suit.

But I guess it's a comfort to know it's available ...
Today was a great day because:  taking Everley to school; solitary pizza night at home; getting a room or two cleaned up

Thursday, July 24, 2014

I Love TBT!!!

First of all, I have a ready blog topic (based on some random photograph I find).

Second of all, it gives me a chance to catch up, should I need it (when I need it, because I need it, etc.).

Third of all, I get to see what was.  And share what was with you - who is.

And with that, here's this week's catchup throw-back-Thursday picture!!

This was in August of 1974 (you do the math).  My first time to Disney World.  We went as a family - my parents and my brother and sister.  My sister was already in college, I was about to start my freshman year in college, and my brother was a teenager.  We picked up my Aunt Luellen on the way - she lived in Bunnell, Florida.  We did the typical old-school family style WDW visit - everyone did everything together.  My mother was afraid we would get lost.  Because in her mind we were still toddlers.  Anyhow, this photo is us (or some of us) on a "ride" where you got in a canoe and paddled around (I believe it was around Tom Sawyer Island).  We also rode the Skylift.  Neither ride exists now.  At the end of the day, my father determined it was time to go.  He wanted to beat the crowds.  Which meant we were going to miss the fireworks, which was a big thing for my sister and me.  As much as we dawdled and went to the bathroom, there was no way to extend our time to see the fireworks.  And so we missed them.  We did see a car on fire as we left, so I guess that would count as some kind of fireworks - just not the kind we wanted to see.

And thus began my obsession love of all things Disney World.  Especially the fireworks!!
Today was a great day because:  taking Everley to school and seeing NetNet; dinner and dessert with Steve and Molly; Steve bringing Starbucks home