Happy Friday Follow and thanks for stopping by. I'm also participating in Face it Friday from Cheap Therapy. Face it Friday is where we see how we're doing with the goals we've set. I'm not really a big goal setting type person, but thought I'd give it a try! Here's a quick run-down for my week.
1. Read 12 books, at least 1 classic.
1. The Pursuit of Happyness by Chris Gardner - finished 2-8-10. That guy had to deal with a lot of stuff that wasn't even mentioned in the movie. Word of caution: There is offensive language peppered throughout the book.
2. Get Passport. - Nothing - (Waiting to do something with my hair before I get my picture taken. Is that ridiculous or what?)
3. Mail handmade birthday cards to friends. - Haven't had any birthdays, but have had to send out some sympathy cards.
4. Host family get-together for July 4th. - Don't have to think about that one yet. Still have snow on the ground.
5. Lost 10 pounds. Opps, went the wrong way!!
6. Read Bible every day. Only managed about three times this week. Not good.
7. Travel somewhere new. Way, way back in the deep recesses of my mind, it seems like there MIGHT have been somewhere new that I went to, but, I can't remember. *see the name of my blog!
8. Edit Jennee's book. I have finished several chapters. I'm a little ahead of her, but I'm sure she will soon catch up with me. An editor's work is never done!
9. Do yoga. I did indeed do a little, tiny bit of yoga. Ouch!
10. Learn the words to "Te Deum". I have made a little bit of progress. At least on the section we rehearsed on Tuesday, I was able to keep up, for the most part.
That's it for this week. I hope you are being successful with the goals you have set for yourself. Oh, I do have one more new goal. Try to figure out how to get that cute Friday Follow picture on my blog. (Maybe I shouldn't say that publicly; it shows how pathetic I am with blog stuff.) (Jennee: stop groaning and rolling your eyes!)
Thursday, February 25, 2010
Monday, February 22, 2010
Latin, anyone?
For fun, I like to sing in the community Choral Union. We meet every Tuesday night, with a break from about May through September. We usually perform two concerts, one in the spring, and one for Christmas. Most of our 60 or so members are of the gray haired variety, or at the very least, have gray roots, but we do have a few young'uns that also sing with us.
I do not usually do anything by myself, mostly because I am a coward. However, after listening to the first concert, I was very impressed and decided that this is something I would like to participate in. At my very first practice, I walked timidly in, found an empty seat in the alto section (lower women's voices), and sat down. I was browsing through my music folder, and was surprised to find a song in a foreign language. I wasn't really sure what language, since I only speak English, and sometimes have trouble with that.
The director starts the rehearsal with that particular song. It turns out the language is Latin. I'm very nervous, trying to hide my ignorance of the language. The chorus starts singing, and I am in awe of how beautifully and perfectly everyone is singing this song. How does everyone know this song? It's the first rehearsal. I am definitely waaaaaaaay out of my league, and seriously consider rethinking my reasons for being in this choral union. After they (I wasn't really singing) finished singing, he congratulated them on a job well done and continued saying the previous rehearsals had paid off. Whew!! So, they weren't just doing a perfect job of sight-reading. Maybe there's hope for me after all!
Fast-forward to present. Before I fast-forward, I should say that we have sung several more songs in Latin, and one in French, but they have been nice, slow songs. Quite beautiful, in fact. And, though they have been difficult, we performed them quite nicely. Now, fast-forward. We have a new Latin song to learn. "Te Deum" by F.J.Haydn. This song is quite a bit different. First of all, it's 31 pages long. Second of all, there are no, zip, zero, nada, no slow parts. The tempo for this song goes at a pretty good clip. "Sanc-tum- quo que Pa ra cle tum Spi ri tum" This might be saying something about "The Spirit", but I have no idea what.
I'm not sure that I will be able to know this song by our concert in May. Most places of the song go so fast, all I get out is...uhh uhh uhh ve Fi li um uhhh uhhh.
My question is, wouldn't it make more sense to sing it in English? We have an English translation. Most people coming to the concert speak English more than Latin. I would certainly enjoy it much more if I understood what I was singing.
This is our director's last concert. He has some health issues and has been told he has to slow down a little. He's the choral director of the College of Wooster, and he's giving up the choral union. So, apparently, he really wants us to sing this song, so I am going to try to learn the words. My only other option is to try and figure out how to fake it!
I do not usually do anything by myself, mostly because I am a coward. However, after listening to the first concert, I was very impressed and decided that this is something I would like to participate in. At my very first practice, I walked timidly in, found an empty seat in the alto section (lower women's voices), and sat down. I was browsing through my music folder, and was surprised to find a song in a foreign language. I wasn't really sure what language, since I only speak English, and sometimes have trouble with that.
The director starts the rehearsal with that particular song. It turns out the language is Latin. I'm very nervous, trying to hide my ignorance of the language. The chorus starts singing, and I am in awe of how beautifully and perfectly everyone is singing this song. How does everyone know this song? It's the first rehearsal. I am definitely waaaaaaaay out of my league, and seriously consider rethinking my reasons for being in this choral union. After they (I wasn't really singing) finished singing, he congratulated them on a job well done and continued saying the previous rehearsals had paid off. Whew!! So, they weren't just doing a perfect job of sight-reading. Maybe there's hope for me after all!
Fast-forward to present. Before I fast-forward, I should say that we have sung several more songs in Latin, and one in French, but they have been nice, slow songs. Quite beautiful, in fact. And, though they have been difficult, we performed them quite nicely. Now, fast-forward. We have a new Latin song to learn. "Te Deum" by F.J.Haydn. This song is quite a bit different. First of all, it's 31 pages long. Second of all, there are no, zip, zero, nada, no slow parts. The tempo for this song goes at a pretty good clip. "Sanc-tum- quo que Pa ra cle tum Spi ri tum" This might be saying something about "The Spirit", but I have no idea what.
I'm not sure that I will be able to know this song by our concert in May. Most places of the song go so fast, all I get out is...uhh uhh uhh ve Fi li um uhhh uhhh.
My question is, wouldn't it make more sense to sing it in English? We have an English translation. Most people coming to the concert speak English more than Latin. I would certainly enjoy it much more if I understood what I was singing.
This is our director's last concert. He has some health issues and has been told he has to slow down a little. He's the choral director of the College of Wooster, and he's giving up the choral union. So, apparently, he really wants us to sing this song, so I am going to try to learn the words. My only other option is to try and figure out how to fake it!
Saturday, February 20, 2010
I'm a Bunko Babe! Are you?
Yes, I did miss Friday Follow. I've been having a hard time getting online, and then when I finally do, my computer runs soooooooooo s---l---o----w! I don't know what's going on with it. I am enjoying the blue sky and sunshine today. Temperatures are warm enough to melt some of the snow. BUT, I have heard a rumor, that another storm is on its way tomorrow night. Only eight to 24 stinkin' inches!
Last week, my monthly Bunko game was canceled. I hate when that happens. My Bunko/bunco (there isn't an official way to spell it. I like using the "k") group has been together for about ten years. We are known amongst ourselves as "Bunko Babes", however, there are some (husbands) who like to refer to us at the "Hot Flash Bunko Babes". (I suppose the later name IS more accurate.)
If you google "Bunko", you will find that there are a myriad of rules, each group really has their own variation of rules. However, the one rule that everyone must abide by is that there has to be 12 dedicated women (it's not really a game for guys. We've done couples bunko in December a few times, and it has beendemanded requested that we do not do that anymore!) Anyway, 12 women, 12 months. Each woman hosts bunko once a year. That means she is in charge of the meal and prizes. Some groups have dessert only, some have adult beverages only, we have a full course meal. (But, we have discussed switching to adult beverages only!)
For the prizes she needs 1)Most Points, 2) Most Bunkos, 3) Most Games, and 4) Low Score/Big Loser.
Our group usually gets everyone a nice prize, since the "Big Loser" needs a little self-esteem builder.
Our dues are $7 a month, which goes to the hostess for food and prizes. It's barely enough money, but we don't mind donating extra for the food.
Now, on to the rules of the game, and this is where there is a lot of lee-way. This is how we play. There are three card tables: the head table (they get the bell to ring), the middle table and the low table. It doesn't matter where you start. Each table has three dice, and each lady has a paper and pencil to keep score. The point is to roll "sixes". Every "six" that is rolled equals one point. It's your turn to roll as long as you roll a "six". The other thing that gives you a turn is if all the dice are the same number, which is called "overs". If you roll "sixes" on all three dice, that is a BUNKO! The team that rolls the bunko gets six points. Now here is where things get interesting. Whoever scopes up the bunko (minimum of two dice) gets credit for the bunko. Sometimes they are scoped up so fast, you barely have time to see it, sometimes there is a wrestling match to the floor! (Yes, we are talking ladies, wrestling to the floor for dice!!!) You can usually tell when someone rolls a bunko because you will hear a scream.
The role of the "head table" is to start and stop the games. Also, at the head table only, you keep your same partner. So, someone (usually the grabbiest) at the head table will ring the bell, and this starts the game. Partners sit opposite each other. When one team at the head table reaches 21 points, they ring the bell again, and all playing stops. Everyone writes down the number of points, if they won that game, and if they got a "bunko" ( or two or three). The winners at the head table stay together. The losers at the head table go down to the low table and change partners. Only the winners advance to the next table, always changing partners unless they are going to the head table. Losers stay where they are, unless they have been defeated at the head table.
To make our games more exciting, we add "busts". A bust is three ones, and that means you lose all your points. But, hey, it's also "overs", so you get to roll again. We used to also keep track of "busts". And, we had a "traveling bra", the largest we could find at Goodwill. Whoever, "won" the busts, had to take the bra home, and put one item on it. The following month, the "winner" had to model the bra, and then add her touch to it. We had a very interesting bra at the end of the year. Unfortunately, some of the women did not like having to model it, so we quit doing that.
There is only one other rule that we have, and that is, if you can't make it, you have to find a sub. And since you have committed to play for the year, you also pay for the sub.
It's a silly game, but we have lots of fun, and have made some good friends. (It's also real important to find 12 women, who all like each other, are willing to commit to the full year, and always pay on time.)
I'll be hosting in June, and I'll let you know how it all goes.
Last week, my monthly Bunko game was canceled. I hate when that happens. My Bunko/bunco (there isn't an official way to spell it. I like using the "k") group has been together for about ten years. We are known amongst ourselves as "Bunko Babes", however, there are some (husbands) who like to refer to us at the "Hot Flash Bunko Babes". (I suppose the later name IS more accurate.)
If you google "Bunko", you will find that there are a myriad of rules, each group really has their own variation of rules. However, the one rule that everyone must abide by is that there has to be 12 dedicated women (it's not really a game for guys. We've done couples bunko in December a few times, and it has been
For the prizes she needs 1)Most Points, 2) Most Bunkos, 3) Most Games, and 4) Low Score/Big Loser.
Our group usually gets everyone a nice prize, since the "Big Loser" needs a little self-esteem builder.
Our dues are $7 a month, which goes to the hostess for food and prizes. It's barely enough money, but we don't mind donating extra for the food.
Now, on to the rules of the game, and this is where there is a lot of lee-way. This is how we play. There are three card tables: the head table (they get the bell to ring), the middle table and the low table. It doesn't matter where you start. Each table has three dice, and each lady has a paper and pencil to keep score. The point is to roll "sixes". Every "six" that is rolled equals one point. It's your turn to roll as long as you roll a "six". The other thing that gives you a turn is if all the dice are the same number, which is called "overs". If you roll "sixes" on all three dice, that is a BUNKO! The team that rolls the bunko gets six points. Now here is where things get interesting. Whoever scopes up the bunko (minimum of two dice) gets credit for the bunko. Sometimes they are scoped up so fast, you barely have time to see it, sometimes there is a wrestling match to the floor! (Yes, we are talking ladies, wrestling to the floor for dice!!!) You can usually tell when someone rolls a bunko because you will hear a scream.
The role of the "head table" is to start and stop the games. Also, at the head table only, you keep your same partner. So, someone (usually the grabbiest) at the head table will ring the bell, and this starts the game. Partners sit opposite each other. When one team at the head table reaches 21 points, they ring the bell again, and all playing stops. Everyone writes down the number of points, if they won that game, and if they got a "bunko" ( or two or three). The winners at the head table stay together. The losers at the head table go down to the low table and change partners. Only the winners advance to the next table, always changing partners unless they are going to the head table. Losers stay where they are, unless they have been defeated at the head table.
To make our games more exciting, we add "busts". A bust is three ones, and that means you lose all your points. But, hey, it's also "overs", so you get to roll again. We used to also keep track of "busts". And, we had a "traveling bra", the largest we could find at Goodwill. Whoever, "won" the busts, had to take the bra home, and put one item on it. The following month, the "winner" had to model the bra, and then add her touch to it. We had a very interesting bra at the end of the year. Unfortunately, some of the women did not like having to model it, so we quit doing that.
There is only one other rule that we have, and that is, if you can't make it, you have to find a sub. And since you have committed to play for the year, you also pay for the sub.
It's a silly game, but we have lots of fun, and have made some good friends. (It's also real important to find 12 women, who all like each other, are willing to commit to the full year, and always pay on time.)
I'll be hosting in June, and I'll let you know how it all goes.
Friday, February 19, 2010
Friday Follow and Chocolate Cake!
Today is Friday Follow. It's always exciting to see the list of followers grow. (Hopefully!)
I apologize for the lack of blogs this week, but I have had trouble getting online. I don't know if there is a correlation between the amount of snow we have and the ability to get online, but that's what it seems like.
Plus, our ridiculously long driveway that I thought was too long to shovel??? It turns out that it's NOT too long to shovel. That's what I've been doing for the past three days. There are actually a few places where I can actually see the blacktop! It's been quite a job, but slowly and surely, it's getting done. Now, as the snow is starting to melt and turning to slush, I need to get that off before it freezes and turns to ice! Oh the joys of winter wonderland!
I've decided to share a recipe for today. I call it the Mile High Cake, but it can also be called the Most Dangerous Cake in the World. You may wonder what would make this the most dangerous cake in the world. Two reasons: 1) All the ingredients are common, every day ingredients. and 2) It only takes five, that's 5, minutes to make, from start to eating! Want to try it?
Add dry ingredients to mug, and mix well. (I use a small bowl, just because it's a little easier to stir everything.) Add the egg and mix thoroughly. Pour in the milk and oil and mix well. Add the chocolate chips, vanilla flavoring, and coffee, and mix again.
Put your mug in the microwave and cook for 3 minutes at 1000 watts. The cake will rise over the top of the mug, but don't be alarmed! Allow to cool a little. (I don't.) Tip out, and put on a plate, if desired. Eat up! It's also good with a nice scoop of vanilla (or whatever you like) ice cream. This will serve two, if you feel like sharing!
I apologize for the lack of blogs this week, but I have had trouble getting online. I don't know if there is a correlation between the amount of snow we have and the ability to get online, but that's what it seems like.
Plus, our ridiculously long driveway that I thought was too long to shovel??? It turns out that it's NOT too long to shovel. That's what I've been doing for the past three days. There are actually a few places where I can actually see the blacktop! It's been quite a job, but slowly and surely, it's getting done. Now, as the snow is starting to melt and turning to slush, I need to get that off before it freezes and turns to ice! Oh the joys of winter wonderland!
I've decided to share a recipe for today. I call it the Mile High Cake, but it can also be called the Most Dangerous Cake in the World. You may wonder what would make this the most dangerous cake in the world. Two reasons: 1) All the ingredients are common, every day ingredients. and 2) It only takes five, that's 5, minutes to make, from start to eating! Want to try it?
MILE HIGH CAKE
4 tablespoons cake flour or
all-purpose flour (no self-rising)
4 tablespoons sugar
2 tablespoons baking cocoa
1 egg
3 tablespoons milk
3 tablespoons oil (I use coconut oil, melted)
3 tablespoons chocolate chips (I use minis)
Dash vanilla flavoring
1/4 teaspoon instant coffee (optional)
1 microwaveable coffee mug
Put your mug in the microwave and cook for 3 minutes at 1000 watts. The cake will rise over the top of the mug, but don't be alarmed! Allow to cool a little. (I don't.) Tip out, and put on a plate, if desired. Eat up! It's also good with a nice scoop of vanilla (or whatever you like) ice cream. This will serve two, if you feel like sharing!
Saturday, February 13, 2010
Oh, boo hoo
First of all, thanks to all of you who stopped by (and followed!) from Friday Follow. It's fun and exciting to see the number of followers growing. At the same time, it's also a little scarry. I hope you won't feel it a waste of time to read my blogs.
Today, I'm a little depressed, and feel the need to do a little wallowing. Come along if you like. And, although this is Valentine's Eve, mydepression disappointment has nothing to do with that.
Hubby and I have just come from an auction for a house today. We were thisclose to getting it. (Jennee, I know this comes as a surprise to you, but we just found it on Thursday, and there you are in California having a blast. Anyway, don't worry, you won't have to pack up your stuff anytime soon!) We were the last bid, and if you've ever been to a real estate auction, when the bids slow down, there is always a 2-minute break so everyone can "talk things over". (And, 9 times out of 10, it always screws the guy with the last bid.) Anyway, after the 2-minute break, a new bidder appeared on the phone with one of the real estate agents. The price was run up higher than we were willing to go. Waaaaaaah!
This seemed like the perfect house for us. You know how you can walk into a house, and it feels like home? That was this house. It sits on the edge of town on a half acre. There was a great place for a garden (at least, it looked like a great place even though it was covered with 15 inches of snow!) The dreams started quickly, and before we knew it, it was "our house". We had already figured out how we could turn the back yard into an enclosed "courtyard" with a raised garden for herbs. It was going to be gorgeous. We were going to be able to raise a few chickens. It would provide everything we wanted.
We started praying immediately that this would be the house where the Lord wanted us. Of course, I did have to go ahead and pray that if the Lord didn't want us there, then that would mean He had a better place for us. So, now I know the answer, but I'm still disappointed. I know He knows the future, but, it still seems like the perfect house. It's just a small 3-bedroom ranch, needs some work, but, the deal has been done.
I will be OK about it tomorrow, but today I just want to wallow in disappointment, question God a little, and find myself some chocolate to gorge on.
Here is a Bible verse that brings me great comfort: Let us hold unswervingly to the hope we profess, for HE WHO PROMISED IS FAITHFUL! Heb. 10:23
Today, I'm a little depressed, and feel the need to do a little wallowing. Come along if you like. And, although this is Valentine's Eve, my
Hubby and I have just come from an auction for a house today. We were thisclose to getting it. (Jennee, I know this comes as a surprise to you, but we just found it on Thursday, and there you are in California having a blast. Anyway, don't worry, you won't have to pack up your stuff anytime soon!) We were the last bid, and if you've ever been to a real estate auction, when the bids slow down, there is always a 2-minute break so everyone can "talk things over". (And, 9 times out of 10, it always screws the guy with the last bid.) Anyway, after the 2-minute break, a new bidder appeared on the phone with one of the real estate agents. The price was run up higher than we were willing to go. Waaaaaaah!
This seemed like the perfect house for us. You know how you can walk into a house, and it feels like home? That was this house. It sits on the edge of town on a half acre. There was a great place for a garden (at least, it looked like a great place even though it was covered with 15 inches of snow!) The dreams started quickly, and before we knew it, it was "our house". We had already figured out how we could turn the back yard into an enclosed "courtyard" with a raised garden for herbs. It was going to be gorgeous. We were going to be able to raise a few chickens. It would provide everything we wanted.
We started praying immediately that this would be the house where the Lord wanted us. Of course, I did have to go ahead and pray that if the Lord didn't want us there, then that would mean He had a better place for us. So, now I know the answer, but I'm still disappointed. I know He knows the future, but, it still seems like the perfect house. It's just a small 3-bedroom ranch, needs some work, but, the deal has been done.
I will be OK about it tomorrow, but today I just want to wallow in disappointment, question God a little, and find myself some chocolate to gorge on.
Here is a Bible verse that brings me great comfort: Let us hold unswervingly to the hope we profess, for HE WHO PROMISED IS FAITHFUL! Heb. 10:23
Thursday, February 11, 2010
The Wimpification of the North
I've been noticing a trend lately that has been bothering me. Maybe all the whiteness outside is starting to get to me, but it seems to me that The North is becoming very wimpy. Last Friday, the reports starting going out that there was a "Winter Storm Warning" for our area. Before snow started to fall, at least one place closed in anticipation for the coming snow. Really?? Please. This is the north, for Pete's sake. Surely we have the salt and trucks needed to keep things running.
The mounds of snow that surround our driveway are growing. The snow is not falling today, and I am thankful for that! The mounds are growing because of all the snow that has to be shoveled off the driveway. Even though the mounds are three to four feet high (maybe higher in some places!) there is no comparison to the winter mountains we had way back in the winters of '77 and '78.
During the winter of 1977, I was attending college in Searcy, Arkansas. Back home in Ohio, lots and lots of snow was falling, and I was happy to be down south and away from all the white stuff. But, one day, while sitting through one of my classes, I heard someone exclaim, "It's SNOWING!!! Suddenly, there was a mass exodus from their chairs over to the windows! "Ohhhhh", "ahhhhhh", "It's so pretty", "Look at it!" The three of us that were still in our seats, were obviously from the north. We had seen snow before. The snow continued, and our professor called everyone back to their seats. She continued teaching, but the falling snow still commanded everyone's attention. Classes were eventually canceled. We ended up with several inches, and were able to make a mighty fine snow woman.
Things back home were much different. Blizzards, snow, ice, school closings for days. I didn't get to experience that particular Ohio winter, so I'll fast-forward to the next year, 1978.
I was out of college, and back home, and working at our local grocery store. This was before Wal-Mart, and before Super K-Mart. This was even before purchased items were scanned. I actually had to punch in the numbers and the department by hand for every single item. Yeah, we're talking way back in the day. But, I digress.
The winter of '78 started early, hit hard, and seemed to last forever. On the days when the weather was exceptionally bad, my dad would drive my sister and I to work. We worked at the same store and had the same schedule. There were times when the visibility was zero, due to the swirling and blowing snow. We persevered on, and made it to work. One time things got so bad that we were stranded at the store. A few of the employees who lived out of town, actually spent the night at the store owner's (aka Earl) house. Those of us who lived in town got home via the store owner's son-in-law (aka Greg) who had a 4-wheel-drive jeep (and we're talking the army-style jeep with zip up windows, not the SUV model).
The next day, the weather had not improved. I didn't even think it necessary to call in and say we wouldn't be coming to work. I was all set to hunker down and watch t.v., hoping a good movie would be on. (Also before dvd's, vcr's, movie rentals.) But before I had a chance to get comfy, our phone rang. It was Earl.
Earl: I need you and your sister to come in today.
Me: The roads are too bad, we weren't planning to come in.
Earl: People need to buy eggs and bread and milk. I need you to work. I'm sending Greg to pick you up.
Me: But, I wasn't coming in.
Earl: Greg will be there in 30 minutes.
And, sure enough, he was. Earl called us because of the two for one bonus. It turned out my sister and I were the only cashiers there (out of about 12). And, it turned out that a lot of people needed eggs and bread and milk. And, they were willing to brave the nasty weather to get it! People were lined up all the way to the back of the store. As if that wasn't enough pressure, Earl would stand right beside us as we were ringing up the groceries, and start asking questions. No pressure there.
At the end of the day, Greg was there to take us home.
I don't know how much snow we got that winter, but there were mountains of snow that lined the roads. There was so much snow that it seemed as if we were driving through dirty, snowy tunnels. There were mountains of snow in the middle of parking lots. And, I'm also pretty sure that we were way into April before all the snow had melted away.
So, let's not be acting like southerners who aren't prepared for snow.
The mounds of snow that surround our driveway are growing. The snow is not falling today, and I am thankful for that! The mounds are growing because of all the snow that has to be shoveled off the driveway. Even though the mounds are three to four feet high (maybe higher in some places!) there is no comparison to the winter mountains we had way back in the winters of '77 and '78.
During the winter of 1977, I was attending college in Searcy, Arkansas. Back home in Ohio, lots and lots of snow was falling, and I was happy to be down south and away from all the white stuff. But, one day, while sitting through one of my classes, I heard someone exclaim, "It's SNOWING!!! Suddenly, there was a mass exodus from their chairs over to the windows! "Ohhhhh", "ahhhhhh", "It's so pretty", "Look at it!" The three of us that were still in our seats, were obviously from the north. We had seen snow before. The snow continued, and our professor called everyone back to their seats. She continued teaching, but the falling snow still commanded everyone's attention. Classes were eventually canceled. We ended up with several inches, and were able to make a mighty fine snow woman.
Things back home were much different. Blizzards, snow, ice, school closings for days. I didn't get to experience that particular Ohio winter, so I'll fast-forward to the next year, 1978.
I was out of college, and back home, and working at our local grocery store. This was before Wal-Mart, and before Super K-Mart. This was even before purchased items were scanned. I actually had to punch in the numbers and the department by hand for every single item. Yeah, we're talking way back in the day. But, I digress.
The winter of '78 started early, hit hard, and seemed to last forever. On the days when the weather was exceptionally bad, my dad would drive my sister and I to work. We worked at the same store and had the same schedule. There were times when the visibility was zero, due to the swirling and blowing snow. We persevered on, and made it to work. One time things got so bad that we were stranded at the store. A few of the employees who lived out of town, actually spent the night at the store owner's (aka Earl) house. Those of us who lived in town got home via the store owner's son-in-law (aka Greg) who had a 4-wheel-drive jeep (and we're talking the army-style jeep with zip up windows, not the SUV model).
The next day, the weather had not improved. I didn't even think it necessary to call in and say we wouldn't be coming to work. I was all set to hunker down and watch t.v., hoping a good movie would be on. (Also before dvd's, vcr's, movie rentals.) But before I had a chance to get comfy, our phone rang. It was Earl.
Earl: I need you and your sister to come in today.
Me: The roads are too bad, we weren't planning to come in.
Earl: People need to buy eggs and bread and milk. I need you to work. I'm sending Greg to pick you up.
Me: But, I wasn't coming in.
Earl: Greg will be there in 30 minutes.
And, sure enough, he was. Earl called us because of the two for one bonus. It turned out my sister and I were the only cashiers there (out of about 12). And, it turned out that a lot of people needed eggs and bread and milk. And, they were willing to brave the nasty weather to get it! People were lined up all the way to the back of the store. As if that wasn't enough pressure, Earl would stand right beside us as we were ringing up the groceries, and start asking questions. No pressure there.
At the end of the day, Greg was there to take us home.
I don't know how much snow we got that winter, but there were mountains of snow that lined the roads. There was so much snow that it seemed as if we were driving through dirty, snowy tunnels. There were mountains of snow in the middle of parking lots. And, I'm also pretty sure that we were way into April before all the snow had melted away.
So, let's not be acting like southerners who aren't prepared for snow.
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
Penicillin, Anyone?
Technically, we did not get snowed in last night, but we did accumulate another six inches of the white stuff. It has been snowing all day, and again, more accumulation, but I don't know how much. I keep watching the snow pile up on the neighbor's roof. It's getting pretty high, I must say. I probably should be outside doing a little shoveling instead of blogging, but, it's a lot warmer in here!
So, for some unknown reason, I was inspired to clean out my refrigerator. I'm rarely inspired to participate in this very un-fun job, but, inspired I was. Maybe it was due to the re-arranging and consolidation of the pickles and sauerkraut the other day. Maybe it was due to the fact that my fridge is relatively empty right now, and I can actually see the buildup on the shelves. Maybe it was just because it's snowing outside. Whatever the reason, I decided to not fight it, and get busy with the tedious job of emptying all the shelves, wiping them out, going through all the food, and putting the good stuff back in the fridge.
I am sad to say that yes I did, indeed, discover that I was growing penicillin. Apparently, a month is too long to keep spaghetti sauce. But, I am happy to say it is no longer in my fridge. I even did something I've never attempted before. I actually put labels (I can't even believe I did this) on the racks in the door, in an attempt to keep things more organized. The bottom rack is for salad dressings, the middle rack is for condiments, and the top rack is for jams, ice cream toppings and yeast. I will be curious to see how long that lasts!!
Thanks to a helpful hint from Rachel Ray, I've washed all my romaine lettuce, wrapped it in paper towels, and put it in a green bag so it will last longer. Now, it will be all ready when I need to make a salad. I also came across another helpful hint. In order to help celery last longer, wrap it in aluminum foil. I had never heard of that before. But, I washed my celery (which I've had so long that it is starting to go limp), wrapped it with a paper towel, then wrapped it in foil. I'm curious to see the results on that. I have discovered that it is very helpful to have all the produce washed and ready to go. It's a bit of a pain, coming home from the grocery store, and having to wash everything, but, I'm always glad I took that step when it's time to start chopping the veggies.
So, for some unknown reason, I was inspired to clean out my refrigerator. I'm rarely inspired to participate in this very un-fun job, but, inspired I was. Maybe it was due to the re-arranging and consolidation of the pickles and sauerkraut the other day. Maybe it was due to the fact that my fridge is relatively empty right now, and I can actually see the buildup on the shelves. Maybe it was just because it's snowing outside. Whatever the reason, I decided to not fight it, and get busy with the tedious job of emptying all the shelves, wiping them out, going through all the food, and putting the good stuff back in the fridge.
I am sad to say that yes I did, indeed, discover that I was growing penicillin. Apparently, a month is too long to keep spaghetti sauce. But, I am happy to say it is no longer in my fridge. I even did something I've never attempted before. I actually put labels (I can't even believe I did this) on the racks in the door, in an attempt to keep things more organized. The bottom rack is for salad dressings, the middle rack is for condiments, and the top rack is for jams, ice cream toppings and yeast. I will be curious to see how long that lasts!!
Thanks to a helpful hint from Rachel Ray, I've washed all my romaine lettuce, wrapped it in paper towels, and put it in a green bag so it will last longer. Now, it will be all ready when I need to make a salad. I also came across another helpful hint. In order to help celery last longer, wrap it in aluminum foil. I had never heard of that before. But, I washed my celery (which I've had so long that it is starting to go limp), wrapped it with a paper towel, then wrapped it in foil. I'm curious to see the results on that. I have discovered that it is very helpful to have all the produce washed and ready to go. It's a bit of a pain, coming home from the grocery store, and having to wash everything, but, I'm always glad I took that step when it's time to start chopping the veggies.
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