Sunday, January 30, 2011

Mrs. Manners

It is a whole new world when it comes to manners. I am not sure how it is in other parts of the country, but here in California people are flat out rude. Here are 3 examples of what I believe to be ill manners. This has happened in the last few weeks.

1, Me and my gig a low went over to a friends house to eat. It was a very pleasant evening. My gig a low is a very slow eatter. He just doesn't move very fast. I always joke that he has two speeds neutral and stop. My gig a low was eating dinner and everyone else was done. I was sitting next to him has the couple scurried around the kitchen cleaning up. Next thing I know, the table was empty, all the dishes where in the dishwasher, left overs put away in the refrigerator, garbage thrown way, hard surfaces wiped down.  There was my gig a low with his dinner plate still in front of him- he was still eating. The table was empty and sparkling clean. I wanted to say, Oh my, are the dishes more imported then making your guest feel welcome? Of course my gig a low stopped eating. He felt the pressure. Time for the dishwasher to start. Is cleaning your house while your guest are still eatting there more important then building relationships? This one gets R  (the rude seal)

2. Baby Showers. Back in the dark ages when I was a young woman, you had 1 baby shower no matter how many children you gave birth to. It was considered rude to expect people to keep buying baby gifts. When you had a baby shower it was a group of close friends. Not people who barely know you. They did not have baby gift registers. I was recently invited to a few baby showers. I was talking to the grandmother of the woman who is having a baby. The grandmother is giving the shower. It is her daughters first baby (not the first grand-baby.) The Grandmother said are you coming to the shower? I said yes. She said we are expecting 30 people. 30 people? I told the grandmother well if your having 30 people, you will not miss me if I do not come, right? OH she was so insulted I said that. The grandmother said we will miss you. The truth is you will not even know I am there. You get a R

        2a.  Multiple baby showers. Not only do people expect you to go to the 1est, 3ed and 5th baby shower, they have multiple showers. I will go to the first shower, but don't waste you stamp, email, e-vite, event invitation on facebook, or phone call on me after that. I will NOT be attending.  You get a R

3. Bridal Gifts. The other day I received a post card from a young couple getting married. It said save this date. I thought what a great idea! On the postcard it has their wedding website. I thought that was a cute idea too,  until I got to the  "where I am registered" part. The young woman goes on to explain that she does not want to receive "2 toasters" so you can click on the link to see were they are registered. Therefore, you can see what the have and have not got yet. Admittedly, the young woman is modest on her registers. She is not asking for luxurious items. I just think it is very rude to go about asking for gifts in that manor. I think I will go buy her 2 toasters from the thrift store, wrap them up very nicely and give them to her. Of course I will have a real gift waiting. Maybe that is how they do things these days. I still give the link to the register a R.

Thursday, January 27, 2011


Did I ever tell you about the lady I used to work with named Montana? I loved her name because I love the state of Montana. Anyways this was back in the days when I worked for the hospital.

Montana and I took care of private patients on the side to make extra money.  One of  Montana's patient was a cranky old spinster. (COS.) COS lived in a very modest two bed room house.  COS had a very ugly dog. Montana said it was the ugliest dog she had ever seen. It had a big head and a small body. The dog had a severe under bite. The ugly mutt had long matted hair. Montana worked for COS for years.

One day Montana came into work saying COS died. Montana was sad because she had become very fond of COS despite her nasty attitude. I asked Montana what was going to happen to the dog? Montana said it was going to the dog pound.

The next day Montana came to work and said she was feeling very bad for the ugly mutt. She really did not want the dog to die too. Montana said she was going to the dog pound to get the ugly dog.

Montana called in sick the next day at work, and the next.  Montana never called in sick so we all thought something must be very wrong. The following Monday. Montana showed back up at work. She quickly pulled me aside.

Montana whispered in my ear you won't believe what happened, tell me I said with anticipation. COS was a millionaire, Montana said. She left all of her money to the dog.

Apparently, COS had all the family money but never married. In COS will she left all the money to the person who adopted the ugly dog after COS death. If the dog was not adopted the money would of gone to a charity. If the dog was adopted the person who adopted the dog would not get the money until the dog died.

The dog had it's own lawyer and veterinarian. The dog had to live out its natural life and be well taken care of before Montana could collect the bulk of the money. The will stated that if ugly dog was adopted the caretaker for the dog would receive $3,000 a month for food, shelter and visits to the vet and lawyer.  Montana was in shock. I was jealous. Montana had very strict rules regarding the dog. The dog had to visit its private vet every 3 months to make sure Montana was not poisoning the dog or hurting it in any way. The lawyer would make unannounced visits to Montana's house.

Every year Montana would take these fabulous vacations with the dog. They went to Columbia, Paris, Australia. On the 3ed year ugly dog died of natural causes. Montana got the money. She quit work,  that was the last time I ever saw her.

Wednesday, January 26, 2011

You gussed it

I had pork chops for dinner tonight. They were very good if I can say so myself. They were multi- cultural pork chops.

I seasoned the pork chops with Italian seasoning, breaded them with japaneese bread crumbs, browned them in local olive oil and cooked them in my "Le Creuset" made in France, dutch oven. I made homemade mash potatoes with milk gravy.  We had Santa Maria strawberry's (my favorite) I bought at the farmers market. They tasted like a sunny spring day!!! The strawberry's were excellent!

My dad made a very yummy chocolate brownie cake for dessert!

Tuesday, January 25, 2011

Pork Chops

The other day I was watching "Bazaar Foods" Andrew was in Syria where he went to a camel slaughtering house.  The slaughter did not go well. He warned people to turn their heads, but his thinking is you should be able to know about the animal your going to eat and how it is slaughtered. In a way I agree with him.

A few days later my brother was telling me about "heritage" pigs. Heritage pigs live outside, mostly on small farms. They are the pigs that have been around since the farmers started farming. After WW11 the factory pig became popular. The old breed of pigs were almost extinct. With small and organic farms become more popular now, so is the food that is grown there.

Factory pigs are bread to live indoors, they have a low fat content, the meat is light and drys out quickly when you cook it. That is why I have never been a big fan of pork. Heritage Pork has fat or marbling that keeps the meat tender. They live outside, the way pigs like to live. Not all cramped up inside a tiny cage. Their meat is darker. They don't get sunburned like the indoor pigs. I read the way to cook heritage pork is "low and slow." The pigs below are NOT bacon pigs. (at least as far as I know)

Here are a few breeds of heritage swine.

"Old Spot" - very popular

"Berkshire" "sweet and creamy meat"

"Red Wattle" great for ham - "rich meat"

"Mulefoot" weighs between 400-600 pounds

Factory Hog

Factory Pork Chops

 Heritage Pork Chops

The problem with any small farm food is it is SO expensive. It is to bad you have to be rich to eat good food that has been is not loaded with hormones.
I am on the hunt to try heritage pork!

Thursday, January 20, 2011

American Idol

What did you think of American Idol last night? I want to first say that I love Aerosmith. They were one of my favorite bands growing up. So here is my review on American Idol tv show last night.

I thought it was sicking the way Steven Tyler drooled over the young girls. Simon might of been a little flirtatious at times, but Steven Tyler made no bones about his. (SORRY). And the young girls played right into it. BLAH. It was one thing when Steven Tyler was 18 and the girls were 18. Steven Tyler-go find a 50 year old, you old has been geezer. How would you like it if an old goat was playing for your daughter. Maybe you wouldn't care. I don't know.

J'Lo had all the power. Randy Jackson and Steven Tyler were like butter in the palm of her hands. I liked J'Lo.

I thought Randy Jackson was boring.

That last guy contestant from japan was SO funny!

I certainly can understand why people would want to be on the show, but the debauchery..hehe (that is why I used to love rock in roll)  in the music industry. Would I want my 16 year old in that kind of business? No way. What does that say about the parents that would let their 16 year old's try out? They must want the fame and money as well. Parents can't say no to their kids, but that is a different story. 

The Wild Wild West

I think we are headed back to the gold rush days, back to the wild, wild west. Pure craziness. People are tired of the gangs, we had 4 drive by shooting at my end of town last week. There are no more cops to protect us because of budget cuts. We cannot depend on the government for anything we learned that during Katrina. People are stuck because of the economy, and their houses are underwater so they are arming themselves and are getting ready for the Alamo. Upstanding citizens are hunkered down and ready.

On that happy thought, it is time for me to get ready for work.

Monday, January 17, 2011

A Gun A day Will Keep Everyone Away

A well regulated Militia,
 being necessary to the security of a free State, 
the right of the people to keep and bear Arms, 
shall not be infringed.
Second Amendment 

I want to first say I think it was tragic that 6 people died, Congress woman got shot in the head and 19 others were injured. It's a devastating story about the 9 year old girl born on September 11, 2001, killed by the gunman. I feel so bad for her family. There were Hero's in the crowd like the Grandma who sacked the shooter, God bless her. The question is have I changed my stand on Gun Control. No way.

California is trying to ban "open carry." At least with open carry you can see who has the gun. This is an in your face group who like to rile up the anti- gun people.

Washington DC - a bill so people who work for the government can carry a concealed weapon. Hum the government can carry guns but we can't, I have a problem with that. 

The chairman of the House Committee on Homeland Security Peter King of New York wants to  introduce a bill that would ban " knowingly" carrying a firearm within 1,000 feet of government officials. Do you really think a law saying you cannot carry a gun within 1,000 feet of a government official is going to help? It seems to me most people who are determined to kill or shoot a government official will try to do so, law or no law. Can you hear the crazed gunman say Oh I can't shoot that government official today because the law says I can't. I had better go home and put my gun away in the safe and make sure the trigger lock is on.

We have a right to bear arms to protect ourselves from the government and the local gang bangers.

Do you think that only the government and the gangbanger should have guns and I should not?
No way.

Sunday, January 16, 2011

Doggie Diffrences

I am bored so I will write about my doggies.

Sara -there is a box from Costco on the floor so I will go around it
Peppy - there is a box on the floor so I will just trample in it and over it

Sara- I will wait for Peppy to do all the dog tricks then I will get a treat too
Peppy - Mommy gives me a treat when I do dog tricks

Sara- When I want the bone/toy peppy has. I will stand by the back door and act as if I want to go out. That makes Peppy think he has to go out too, so when mommy gets up and opens the door I run as fast as I can to get the bone/toy that peppy had.
Peppy-Sometimes Sara makes me think I have to go outside, when I go out she steals my bone/toy.

Sara- I watch Mommy and Daddy eating dinner, that means we get to eat next. If I stand at the front door and bark mommy will get up to look, but I tricked her so now she has to feed us. Begging is beneath me.
Peppy- I start begging when I think Mommy and Daddy are done with dinner. Not only do I beg, I lick, sit, turn around, back up, lay down, roll over, play dead, and flop over on my back so my belly is exposed. I jump up and start the process again if it does not work the first time, I wish Sara would stop barking at the front door.

Sara- My farts don't stink
Peppy- My farts will clear a room

Sara- My bark is worse then my bite
Peppy- If I bark you had better watch out

Sara- I love carrots
Peppy- I love uncooked spaghetti noodles

Sara- My favorite color is pink
Peppy- My favorite color is camouflage

Sara- I eat when I am hungry
Peppy- I eat when I am happy, sad, frustrated, lonely or mid night snack.

Sara- I like to look at my soft dainty toys and keep them nice
Peppy- I like to fetch a full size football and do the shaky, shaky while pretending the football is a cat.

Sara- I don't like strangers, you are a stranger now and you always will be.
Peppy- I don't like you until I get to know you, then I am your friend for life.

Sara- I am a cat in a dogs body but really I am a human
Peppy- I am ok with being a dog.

Sara- I am like Barbie, I am adorable.
Peppy- I have a great smile!

Saturday, January 15, 2011

Play Land, Not At The Beach - Review

The other day I went to play-land, not at the beach! It is about 15 miles from San Francisco. Check out their website

I have to say I had a blast! "Play-Land Not at the Beach" is an interactive museum, inspired by the old Play-land at the beach in San Fransisco. The museum is "9000 square feet." It is not very big, it is mighty entertaining! It is great for families because they let you bring in your own food. 

One of the founders said they have had adults only parties, birthday parties, someone had there wedding vows renewed there.

Word of warning- they have super creepy "Laughing Sal"

Play-Land not at the Beach have real pinball machines! All kinds, old, new and glow in the dark 3 D pinball machines! I loved playing pinball as a kid. I still love it as an adult.  I thoroughly enjoyed the ding ding ding of the bells when the pinball would hit them. I had a great time pinball that had double flappers! I had forgotten about double flappers!

My favorite of all the games was "Fascination." I have heard it referred to as "Ball Bingo" Here is a video filmed at Play Land Not at the Beach that shows Fascination I don't know who these people are. But the game was to hard to explain with words.  I would of played this all day if I could of. In the same room they have a poker roller ball type machine that was enjoyable as well.

Play Land- Not At the Beach is the land of the miniatures worlds.  They have  Circus,  Charles Dickens, Santa, San Francisco ( the ones I remember off the top of my head.) I think my favorite was San Francisco world. It has everything including china town and Lumbard st with cars on it. The detail was amazing.

They have a carnival midway. It is small. Two bowling ball roll games, 1 skee ball, bean bag toss, coin toss(they use tokens) where you can win tickets to cash them in for prizes. My favorite in this area was this old game that had a huge steering wheel and you had to drive a car on a curvy bumpy road. (this was not a video game) When you hit the bumps in the road you would get points. I am guessing that game was from the 50's or early 60's  I won a stuffed Pomeranian! I am sure there was more in that section. But it was busy the day I went there. They also have early video games. The midway is included in the price.

Play-land not at the Beach has a magic show too. It is great for kids. This is not a Las Vegas type magic show. It is for kids, simple and clean. The kids loved it.

I would recommend Play-Land not at the beach for young families, tweens, adults, grandparents with/without grand kids, people who are into miniatures, history buffs.

Playland -not at the Beach only has a handful of games you have to spend your own money on. Most everything is included for the price of admission.
The cost is
General Admission $ 15
Youths (up to 14 years) $ 10
Seniors (55 years and up) $ 10 

Remember adults are allowed to have fun too! Tell them the recklessquilter sent you ;)

Friday, January 14, 2011

Interview with the Doggies

I saw my friend's Cha-Cha's blog. She interviews her children. So I thought I would do the same with the kids who live at home, my two dogs Sara and Peppy.

Sara is a Rhodesian Ridgeback rescue from Rhodesian Ridgeback rescue
Peppy is a mutt, he has been called a "dingo" a bull dog, no one really knows for sure. Peppy is a rescue from a animal rescue that had set up camp at a strip mall, in the three hills area.

Sara considers herself a high school cheerleader.
Peppy considers himself a high school football player.

What is something Mommy always says to you? 
Peppy: shut the door (peppy knows how to open and shut doors)

What makes Mommy happy?
Peppy: When I am the greeting committee! I am the fastest licker in the west. 1000 licks per minute.
Sara: When I show her my favorite toy of the day

What makes Mommy sad?
Peppy: When I stay in daddy's office with him.
Sara:  when I T.P. the house
How does Mommy make you laugh?
Peppy:  When Mommy rubs my belly
Sara:  When I make mommy get up from watching tv to let me out, but I am just pretending. 

What was Mommy like as a child?
Peppy: I don't like children
Sara:  My mommy was never one of those

How old is Mommy?
Peppy: I am not sure
Sara:  You don't tell people that 
How tall is Mommy?
Peppy: I am not sure
Sara: About my size

What is Mommy's favorite thing to do?
Peppy:Play with me
Sara: cuss at the sewing machine

If Mommy becomes famous, what will it be for?
Peppy: Her Blog
Sara: Because of me, what ever it is

What is Mommy really good at?
Peppy: giving us treats
Sara:  pampering me as I deserve it

What is Mommy not very good at?
Peppy:  I don't know, I can't think of anything
Sara:  seeing in the dark

What does Mommy do for her job?
Peppy: She loves us
Sara: She gives me everything I want

What makes you proud of Mommy?
Peppy: When mommy lets me go out side and bark at door to door solicitors
Sara:  having me for a princess
If Mommy were a dog, what kind would she be?
Peppy: A collie
Sara: Yes I agree
What do you and Mommy do together?
Peppy: my favorite thing is gardening, I love it when she turns on the hose and I can bite the water.
Sara:  I hate it when you get me wet peppy! (you can hear peppy laughing in the background)  I love it when me and mommy get our nails done.

How are you and Mommy the same?
Peppy:  We both are emotional eaters, (happy, sad, the sun is shining, its dark outside)
Sara:  We both like to go shopping
How are you and Mommy different?
Peppy: Her bark sounds different then mine
Sara:  I still have my girlish figure
How do you know Mommy loves you?
Peppy: She tells me every day
Sara: She says I give good hugs

Thursday, January 13, 2011

Anserwed Prayer

So this morning while driving to work I was praying.. Dear Lord, please give me something to blog about because I have nothing. Thank you Lord amen. I no more then drove in the parking lot of my little school when my cell phone rang. It was Shorty. She said she had something she thought would be good for my blog. I was thinking Wow lord you work quickly sometimes.

Shorty tells me this story. Yesterday Shorty did not noticed school secretary was gone.  Shorty didn't really think anything about it because the school secretary is very busy. Today when Shorty got to school, she went to the office to sign in as usual. The school secretary said DID I tell you what happened? no.. Apparently, a few years ago the school secretary (SS) mother in law moved in with SS.

SS's husband has 5 sibling and none of them would take the mother in.. SS felt really bad because the sibling were being mean. SS told her mother in law you can move in with us. SS said her life has been a night mare ever since.

So on Monday SS and her Mother In Law had a disagreement. Voices where raised. On Tuesday a sheriff walked into the school office and served SS a restraining order, in front of all the staff in the office. . SS had to take the day off work yesterday to go get a lawyer to evict her mother in law. While SS was getting a lawyer SS's sister in law (wife of a sibling) moved in the mother in laws bedroom to "protect" the mother in law from SS.

Shorty describes SS as generous, gentle and kind. Shorty said she will call me and let me know what happens. I in turn will let you know.

Wednesday, January 12, 2011

Other Peoples Blogs

Here are some blogs I like to check in with for different reasons. They are in random order. They are all unique.

Tuesday, January 11, 2011

Food Rule #1 What Can I bring?

Food rule #1 What can I bring- if you ask me over for dinner, don't expect me to say "What can I bring" If you say you are having a pot luck I will say What can I bring?

Lets say your friend calls and invites you over to dinner. Do you automatically say "what can I bring?" (I don't.) If you are the inviter,  aren't you suppose to provide the food and entertainment? If you don't intend to supply all the food wouldn't you call it a pot luck? 

When I invite someone over for a meal, my intentions are to take care of everything. The food, the entertainment, even the dishes. You are my guest.

There are exceptions to this rule. Thanksgiving and/or Christmas. I can use all the help I can get.

Here is my favorite story about being a dinner guest.

One day my "friend" calls me and says her and her husband would like me and my gig low to come over for a BBQ. Ok great I say. Long pause. Can you bring the salad she says. Ok. So my gig a low and I show up for dinner at my "friends" house with the salad. The wife says Oh, I am sorry I am running late, do you want to go to the store with me? Ok I say. We drive to the store, where the wife lists the things she needs to buy.
  1. The Meat
  2. The Bread
  3. The Salad dressing (she informed me that I could buy it because I did not bring it)
We get to the meat counter at the store and my "friend" says What kind of meat are you going to buy? What? I say. She says you buy your meat and I will buy our meat. So I bought Turkey burgers for me and my gig a low. 

We go back to my "friend's" house. My "friend"unwraps the meat, puts it on a plate and sets it on the kitchen counter. It was a warm summer evening, every window at my "friends" house was open. No screens on the windows. So there were flies landing all over the food that my "friend" had set out. Her dogs had raided the garbage cans so there was garbage spread from one side of the kitchen to the other. She picked up the garbage and promptly set the unopened garbage bag next to our unprepared food, enticing more flies to come in for a free meal. I am staring at my gig a low as if to say get me out of here.

My "friend's" husband comes in and gets the meat. We go sit outside to chat while he is BBQing. My "friend's" husband starts petting and scratching his long haired dog with the tongs he is flipping the meat with. Are you kidding me? That is disgusting. My gig a low and I ate the salad and made some lame excuse why we had to go home. That was the beginning of the end of our friendship.

Monday, January 10, 2011

Flu Updade

It seems as though I have the stomach flu. I have been in bed all day with the chills.  My dad is also sick with a fever. Please pray for him.

I am starting to think me and my dad have food poisoning.  We both got sick at the same time. We went out to breakfast after church, my dad and I ate the same thing. "breakfast sandwich" He only ate half. Me I am a glutton. I ate all of mine. My gig a low ate "basic breakfast. My gig a low is not sick yet.

I had the chills so bad last night, I could not stop shaking. I got in a hot bath and I was still shaking.

My dad ran a fever, had chills, had a head ache, but he did not get the stomach upset and the other symptoms. I am thankful because his body could not take it.

I think my fever broke around 3 am. I woke up in a cold sweat.

Now my throat is starting to hurt, maybe I do have the flu? 

Sunday, January 9, 2011

I did it

I made the cranberry almond with homemade applesauce muffins. Gett'er done!

I started a reckless quilt. With out a doubt it will be my most reckless quilt of all. No pattern, no measuring. Every quilt I've made started off with a pattern. I can't figure it out visually or even reading the instructions, so I have to come up with my own design. I think I will call my new quilt "cut and sew." The quilt will drive the Quilting Taliban into a state of disorientation. LOOK AT MY QUILT.. THE POINTS DON'T MATCH...SOME SQUARES ARE BIGGER THEN OTHERS...YOU ARE GOING CRAzY... YOU CAN'T MAKE HEADS OR TAILS OF MY QUILT...

It seems really strange to me, the one of my blogs called "my brothers quilt" gets looked at everyday. It must be the Quilting Taliban trying to figure out how in the world I made that quilt.

I love the colors of cut and sew. Browns, greens, blues, reds. It is very earthy. I will show you a photo when it's done.

I should tell you it is an art quilt...that's right, cut and sew is all about the art.

Changed the Name

This morning I made mini banana cranberry walnut loafs (it was a compromise.) I broke my apple core/slicer so it took me a long time do get the apples cooking.

So me, my dad and my gig a low went to church.  My dad always sits by Ivy. They talk all during worship and during the first part of the sermon. They both talk loud. I don't know why they don't catch up during the week. Everyone looks at me and my gig a low and gives us a wink. My gig a low had enough kahunas today to put his shhhhh finger up by his lips.  I would never tell my dad shhhhh. It did not work anyways, they kept chit- chatting.

So my Pastor after church says to me "hay someone you know stopped by youth group" oh yeah who? Student #1. WHAT? Pastor continues Student #1 said you told him to go to church. I said I did not tell him to come to our church (I am so bad.) Who knows maybe it was just what student #1 needed. To be in a safe place for a little while.

When we got home from church and opened the door the applesauce aroma surrounded us like a warm welcome home hug! Yummy!

Saturday, January 8, 2011

5 21 11 or 12 21 2012 Just thinking

Do you believe May 21 2011 or December 21, 2012 is dooms day? Will it be the end for me and my woes? Will California finally fall off into the ocean? Will it be an end to all the pain and suffering in the world? What about the rich people, will they be able to buy their way out of the day of death? What if the November 21 2012 is really the date for the end as we know it not December 21?  What happens if the "Apocalypse" starts in just a few months?  Or better yet, what if it happens in 5 minutes?  Would you be ready?

According to my bible, it says :

Matthew 24:

36 “But about that day or hour no one knows, not even the angels in heaven, nor the Son, but only the Father. 37 As it was in the days of Noah, so it will be at the coming of the Son of Man. 38 For in the days before the flood, people were eating and drinking, marrying and giving in marriage, up to the day Noah entered the ark; 39 and they knew nothing about what would happen until the flood came and took them all away. That is how it will be at the coming of the Son of Man. 40 Two men will be in the field; one will be taken and the other left. 41 Two women will be grinding with a hand mill; one will be taken and the other left.
   42 “Therefore keep watch, because you do not know on what day your Lord will come. 43 But understand this: If the owner of the house had known at what time of night the thief was coming, he would have kept watch and would not have let his house be broken into. 44 So you also must be ready, because the Son of Man will come at an hour when you do not expect him.


All Mixed Up

Today my Dad and I went to WinCo. I bought stuff to make homemade mixes. Here are the mixes I made
  • Sweet Quick Bread mix
  • Pancake/Waffle mix
  • Snack Cake mix
  • Onion Seasoning mix
I lost track of how many cups of flour I put in the pancake mix when I got a phone call. I should of wrote down how many cups I put in already. So I think I put in to much flour.

I am really looking forward to using the pancake mix, because I am going to make Monte Cristo Sandwiches. They are my favorite!

I look like that commercial where that lady puts flour on her face to show her family (pretending) she had worked really hard to make rice crispy bars.

I also bought apples at WinCo. Tomorrow I will make homemade applesauce. My favorite apples to make applesauce have arrived. They are called Cameo apples. They cook really well. I love warm applesauce! Maybe next week we will have pork chops and apple sauce!

It has been SO cold here!! This has been the coldest winter for as long as I can remember. In the morning I will turn on the oven to help heat up the house. Maybe while the house is warming up I will bake Banana quick bread and cranberry walnut muffins!

Thursday, January 6, 2011

Are You Gay?

I have been questioning some loved ones sexual orientation for a long time. I was talking to my gay date about my suspicions at my work Christmas party. My gay friends say they have a "gaydar" (radar), all I had to do was show them a photo of the person(s) in question. If you remember they said I should not "out" anyone in question. The photos on my phone were to small so their "gaydar" did not work. My gay date said the person(s) in question would slip up or drop hints. The gay loved one has to trust the people they tell according to my gay experts.  I have to wonder why would not the person(s) just say hay, I am gay. Time to move on with our lives.

Is it because of my Christian faith that someone would want to stay in the closet? Do they think the wrath of RQ would come down on them? They should know me better.
Is it because I am not trust worthy?
Is it because grandparents are still alive ?
Is it because it is nobodys business?
Is it because they are just "metro" or butchy and not gay?

I think there was a slip up recently. Sorry I cannot go into the details. Only time will tell, or maybe not.

Wednesday, January 5, 2011

Where is My Teacher?

Monday was our first day back after the "winter break." My teacher ALWAYS gets to work first, unlocks all the doors, puts out the toys in the play yard and then starts in on his paperwork. After the long break I was ready to get back to work. I usually get to work second.

On Tuesday I arrived at my usual early time. I see my teachers car. I go to the classroom. No lights on, doors are all locked, no toys in the play yard. That is really strange. I looked all over campus for my teacher. I ask the custodian to unlock the toy room. The custodian says isn't your teacher here? I said I can't find him, he is not in the office, bathroom, classroom, lunchroom. The custodian kept trying to tell me that my teacher was on campus someplace. JUST UNLOCK THE STUPID TOY ROOM WILL YOU and stop arguing with me, the students will be here any minute! The custodian finally agreed. 

Now I was really worried about my teacher. He was very sick on Monday. I started thinking maybe his wife came and got him or maybe he is in the hospital, MAYBE THEY HAD TO TAKE HIM BY AMBULANCE, that is why his car is here and he is not. I decided to go feel his car hood to see if it was warm.Yes, I am Nancy Drew. 

So I went over to his car to feel the hood, I look in his car and there is my teacher. His head was leaning back, mouth open, eyes closed. Obviously my teacher is DEAD. Its only 38' degrees out, why would he be in his car? I reached out and knocked on his window. My teacher almost jumped through the roof of the car. As his jumped so did I. He scared me! 

It turns out my teacher was still really sick and weak. He had fallen asleep in his car when he arrive at work. It least he was alive. 

Today he thank me for being the search and rescue. I told him it was ok, all in a days work.

Sunday, January 2, 2011

The Movie Vacation (Warning Movie spoilers)

This vacation I watched more movies then I have in years. These are the movies I watched.

Toy Story 3 - I cried.
The Kings Speech - I cried
Chronicles Of Narnia The Voyage Treader -I cried.
True Grit - I cried.

What's up with all this boo - hooing? It must have to do with that sentimental thing. 

Chronicles had a boring first half. Although the second half spoke to my heart spiritually. Aslan has a way to make me cry. When the rat went over the wave to Aslan's kingdom... It was such a perfect movie to go watch with my two unnamed friends. The special effect amazing. 

The Kings Speech was a most excellent movie. In both this movie and Chronicles seem to be about facing our fears. I could relate to the Kings fear revolving around a disability. It was such a perfect movie to go with Deliah as she was my tutor for many years. When the King gave his speech I fell apart. 

Sidebar: Did you know that boobs and eyelashes are in? Deliha said so and she keeps up with all the trends as it is her business. All the models at New York Fashion Week had boobs this year according to Deliha. Therefore, boobs are the new butts.

True Grit was the first great cowboy movie that has come out in a long time. Jeff Bridges did an excellent job playing the drunken bounty hunter. I did not cry until Jeff Bridges ran the horse to death. Then he shot it. I had just watched humans being being shot and stabbed. But when the horse died... I am still welling up. Me and my gig a low took my dad to see it because he is a cowboy. Now my dad wants to see the original movie with John Wayne. He loved the movie.

Toy Story- I cried because it is a story about growing up and being abandon. It was a sweet sadness. 

What was my favorite ? Hands down, The Kings Speech. 

Saturday, January 1, 2011

My Trip to Costco

The other day I thought it would be a good idea to go to Costco before I went back to work. I was having a great day! I drove right in the Costco parking lot and got a parking place. It was near the front NOT in the back 40.

Sometimes for me going to Costco is fun. I go up and down all the aisles.  I started to notice along my journey, someone must of brought bus loads of Senior-senior citizens in to Costco. 90 years old is the new 79 years old, I guess. They were poking along, going in both directions of the aisle. They stopped at every food vendor. I told myself, it's ok I will be old very soon.

The old people would of been fine to deal with, but everyone else between here and Los Angels thought it would be a good idea to go to Costco too. Costco was a zoo. I got hit 3 times by people's shopping carts as they whizzed by me waiting for an old person. I don't know how people act in other states, but here in the bay area people are very rude.

So after about 2 1/2 hours I got in line. My bill came to $300.00 so I gave the cashier the only credit card I had. She said we don't take that credit card. She said give me a check. I said I don't use checks anymore. She said do you have your debit card? I looked for my debit card, shoot I changed wallets and forgot to put it a long with the rest of my credit cards in my new wallet. Sorry the cashier said you'll have to go get the money and comeback. Next thing I knew my cart with all that food had been whisked away and the cashier was checking out the person behind me.

I wanted to cry. There was NO WAY I was going to come back and reshop in that nightmarish pandemonium. So I went to ask the manager if she could look up my card. Nope. So I called my gig a low. He said Don't worry honey I will bring the credit card down. 30 min later he showed up. He gave me the credit card, I was so happy. He drove off.

I got back in line, they got my cart and re checked me out. I gave the cashier "my" card. The cashier said are you Mr. gig a low? I said no that is my husband. The cashier said sorry can't give you the food. OMG are you kidding me? I have now been here over 3 1/2 hours.

So we went back to the same manager. She said to me, you can't use your husband's card. Come on people. It was really embarrassing, but I was pretty much begging the manager to let me have my food and let me GET OUT OF THERE. With a lecture the manager agreed to let me use my gig a low's credit card and get out.

After a total of 4 hours I was getting in my car and leaving Costco.

Now I know to make sure never to change wallets again.