Blizzards

I sit here waiting yet for another 'mini blizzard'.  I know, this won't be an 'over a foot of snow' kind, but nonetheless, still, in my mind, a blizzard.  We've has  a couple in the last two weeks or so.  Each time, I, ahead of the storm, drive to the store and stock up on emergency foods.  In desperation, I could walk to a fairly nearby store,  but lets be real.  Going for three items is a trick.  I couldn't carry home all the 'impulse shopping' that would happen as I walked to pick up only that which was absolutely necessary .  I did get today, two ready made salads full of that healthy stuff.  Since I must watch my sugar, I use yogurt as the dressing.  Normally I wouldn't eat yogurt (yukky bacteria), but someone convinced me recently it really wouldn't kill me.  (I'm still not sure.)  But back to my stockpiling.  I have frozen macaroni and cheese, spaghetti and If I remember correctly, homemade soup.  Today I got, in addition to the dwindling pizza, more pizza, with pepperoni of course.  Finally, thinking only of the protein, four McD's hamburgers.  Soon, I shall have to start eating what's in my freezer.  Secretly, I only put it there for my comfort zone, I may never eat it, just open the freezer on occasion and look at it.  Alright, it's high in starch and a LITTLE fat but have you ever heard of someone surviving a blizzard on vegetables and other non starchy food?  I haven't......................marge

vacuum cleaners/carpeting

I don't like vacuum cleaners or carpeting.  The  upright ones were ok but the tank ones were a drag, literally.  As for the carpeting, it wasn't too bad until they decided the middle of the room wasn't good enough, it had to go under all the furniture.  Why, I still don't know, to make the furniture more comfortable?  It never gets walked on and is  a wonderful dust collector.  I found a solution.  Get rid of both.  A dust mop is so much easier to maneuver. The electricity cost is lower but vacuuming once a month probably doesn't make a huge difference.  I found my own solution but with mixed emotions.  My floors are like the old 'five and dimes', (Extremely early Kresge's for those of you too young to remember), worn, unshiny  and occasionally squeaky, but good memories.  On the other hand, I remember 'grade school' floors.  No matter how many thousands of little feet repeatedly traveled them on a daily basis, a special man, known only as 'the janitor', brought them back to glistening life anew each morning.  I've been told, I too could have that kind of floor, but at what price, emotionally.  You see, I'm a perfectionist, really, perhaps the sloppiest one I know, but one, non the less.  The first time anyone, myself included puts one drop of water or speck of anything on my perfect floors, I'd throw a fit.  I've lived like that.  Its no fun and I guarantee you wouldn't like me.  Next time you come over, rain or shine, you don't have to take off your boots or shoes, (maybe  just a quick wipe on a throw rug).  Welcome....................marge

Too much time

I've been thinking and that, for me, is not always a good thing.  Its a side effect of boredom with often, less than perfect results.  I'd blame others, but it is self inflicted.  I realize its early but the only possible solution is to start spring cleaning now.  I washed the bedding so that's done for the year.  I quick cleaned the floors three months ago and that's that.   So now I must look elsewhere.  Dust the table tops?  Perhaps, but to what end?  Dust just recollects.  Hardly seems worth it.  The dishes are clean (plates),  even if it is only the top four.  Maybe I should put the rest of the stack away but once every 18 months, company comes over and I'd have to dig them out.  Don't know what the next project will be.  Its still early though.  Darn.  There I go, thinking again...................marge

Gun rights

 Every citizen in the U.S. has the right to keep a gun or guns in the home.  This however, seems to be their only priority, their right, but apparently not their responsibility.  That doesn't even appear to come in 2nd, 3rd or 4th.  Another young child in Detroit, Mi (or elsewhere) is dead.  They didn't know any better at age four.  The adult(s) in the house should have but didn't.  Grandparents and older people are nice but if they aren't around the little ones on a daily basis, they forget how closely kids, even the best of them, need constant supervision.  So while what seems like macho gun owners fighting over their rights, who's fighting for the rights of innocent, dead children who have no say in this matter?  I don't see any of the guns rights activists searching for a solution to this deadly problem.  What do you have to offer?  Please, let us hear your possible 'fix'(s) to this horrible, increasing disaster.  Surely you've given it some, any thought...................marge                 

Football excuses

I'm watching a football playoff game.  Early on I decided I liked San Francisco having no previous influence either way.  The game playing announcers are doing something that surprises me.  They seem  to excuse 'person foul' behavior as a moment of frustration on the part of the offending player.  He lost his 'cool'.  Baloney.  These players are like frustrated little boys and shouldn't be excused for their repeated unacceptable actions.  Good sportsmanship is just that, GOOD sportsmanship.  When will the governing body of the leagues make participants realize that (coaches, coordinators, players, sponsors) the game will be better off for it.  I'm tired of immaturity being mistaken for over zealousness.   Call it like it is..................marge

Perfection. Such a burden.

I'm going to start the New Year being more humble.  Its been a struggle in the past and I expect that struggle to continue.  Yes I do make a few grammatical errors when blogging but they are SO minimal, unless of course daughter # 2 happens to read my blogs.  One little misplaced question mark and she's all over it (but always, always in a nice, constructive way.)   I'm still working on putting it all together and becoming eventually, 'learned'.  But the real problem is, I didn't do well in school.  Yes, I did manage to maintain a B- average.  And, I have Latin I vocabulary and loving Gym classes to thank for it.  I was no dummy.......................PS. A letter to the Editor, years ago, was, in part, put into a book  about Dr. Jack Kevorkian.  Say what you will. That makes me a published author and you can't convince me otherwise......................marge

Spiders

I have a few benign spiders in my house.  We all do.  There are however, certain rooms in which they are not allowed.  In my house, it's the kitchen and bathroom.   Well maybe a couple other places too.  Some friendly advice.  When making fresh coffee in your little mini fast coffee maker, do a quick check.  Where you say.  You won't be happy with this, but in the freshly filled water section.  Spiders seem to float or at least this one didn't sink, for which I'm grateful.  I didn't take the time to find out if it was dead or alive.  Then there's the shower.  Ever enjoy a nice warm leisurely shower and happen to glance upward?  What's up there, directly over your head?  That's right, a spider.  Do you know how hard it is to rinse off the soap when you can't stand in the middle of the tub?  Onward and Upward................marge

Unbelievable

While I was sleeping, the Snow Shovel Fairy showed up at my house.  (I think they're mostly male) but that's a guess on my part.  I don't know how I got to be chosen.  I do know, its not because I'm a wonderful person, at least before 10 a.m.  Ask any of my friends (the usual two again), they'll tell you the pre 10 a.m. rule (don't call me!) is written in blood.  Now if I could just get the attention of the Lawn Mowing Fairy.................marge

I lost 60 years

Everything was fine yesterday, then  the TV started acting up.  OK.  I'll go play on the computer.  The computer also started acting strangely.  Things are now getting serious.  There are people, some my friends out there and I can't see or reach them.  Oh what to do.  Wait!  There's a telephone on the wall!  I can call people and I won't need a battery or have to recharge the phone!  I called several friends I know (two) and talked for as long as they would let me.  I even considered calling 'friends' I didn't care that much for, but resisted.  (I had to draw the line of self respect somewhere).  There should be a new game show for television.  It could be called, 'What did we do before hand held electronics?"  I'd put these hand held objects in the title, but honestly, I don't know what they're called.  (I think several are referred to as 'pods' but am not sure).  It doesn't matter as I probably won't be getting any 'pods' in the near future.  I'm still trying to figure out how to button up my sweater in this cold weather. It's not as simple as you think.  The button holes are oval and the buttons are round........................marge