So here we are more than 2 weeks into the month and other than a few days this week when a fibro flare had me down for the count, my better habits plan is on track. My better eating plan dropped a few more notches than the habits as weekends and the desire to shop and cook don’t mix for me 🙂 bit we did hit the grocery store this evening and grab some things to fix for dinners to avoid the Uber eats monster for a few more days.
better eating. the weekend had a few rough spots as did monday, we didn’t make perfect dinner choices but we discussed the pros and cons and made a decision. today had us right back on track with a home-cooked meal.
better habits. i am doing great on the habits front day 9 still completing and tracking the habits i want to make part of my routine.
still making 2018 my bitch
still making better meal choices. We had dinner out friday night, but once in a 5 day period is honestly unheard of for us. we rarely cook even one meal at home during the week.
spent the afternoon today with the kid, we cleaned and decluttered the desk and shelf unit in my old office room and then i helped her sort through a bunch of boxes she had stored here in her old room. we made great progress! what a feeling of accomplishment!
there were some tears as we stumbled across things that would evoke a sudden memory of some we have lost (a rock of all things was my kryptonite today), but that was tempered by finding silly forgotten things like this…
and these fangs! and bow tie!
and i still can’t find my pecan…
so i decided this year to make no resolutions, i am going to make *changes*
build better habits, eat better food, in general just be better in many ways
i guess you could say that better is my word for 2018
so it is day 4, i have done all the things i have in mind for right now for 4 days in a row. i am going to sporadically update on my successes and failures as we go. but for now. success!!
2016 was not a terrible year, we played some games, got to travel a bit, visit family and celebrate their special day. met some new friends and found a new friday night hangout place. got some visits from family and friends as well. looking forward to 2018 and new adventures.
i am going to flip the script a bit here, this wasn’t a strange phone call from my mom, it was a strange phone call to my mom!
so christmas eve day found my daughter and i making an old family cookie recipe that involves rolling and cutting the dough,while the boys talked about video games and got started on the holiday cheer. we followed the instructions and go the dough mixed up and it held together well in the bowl (as expected)
however when we tried to take a ball and roll it out on the counter it broke apart. we thought we should add a bit more milk, but i never bake and the kid leans more toward cupcake mastery, so we did the smart thing and called mom/grandma for help. i described in detail what was happening, that it seemed right in the bowl but wasn’t quite ready when being rolled. she thinks for a second or two and says, add 2 tablespoons of milk and mix it all in.
and i shit you not, from 1500 miles away, that woman somehow looked at my bowl, might have even kneaded it a little in some magical way and knew not only that we needed more milk but exactly how much we needed. MAGIC I SAY!
P.S. the cookies were excellent.
Spicy griddle cookies (no need for the oven)
3 1/2 cups sifted all purpose flour
1 cup sugar
1 1/2 tsp baking powder
1 tsp salt
1/2 tsp baking soda
1 tsp pumpkin or apple pie spice
1 cup shortening
1/2 cup milk
stir dry ingredients together in bowl, cut in shortening til mixture is mealy. Beat egg and milk together, add to flour and mix until well blended.
Roll out 1/4 in thin and cut into desired shapes.
Heat griddle until water drops ‘dance’ on it. Lightly greas griddle, place cut outs on it leaving space between cookies
Flip when tops become ‘puffy’. makes around 4 dozen 2 inch cookies
Best served warm
So as i sit here this morning enjoying my coffee and a quick crossword puzzle before the rest of the household begins to stir, the phone rings.
i see my mom’s name on the screen and know it is time for a strange phone call from mom!
i can hear a lot of background noise and realize it is an auctioneer going a mile a minute, and Mom says, ” i need you to do me a favor ASAP look up a singer T99 and see if it is a featherweight.”
To many this may seem like gibberish, but i hopped into action and googled “Singer T99 Sewing Machine “.Mmom confirms she can’t get too close to it so isn’t sure of the model number, my google search comes back with a 99k in a search result and just about then she confirms it is indeed a 99k As i read to her from one of the links, that it is not a featherweight, but appears to be the precursor to such and it comes in just under 30 lbs. we discuss the prices on the ebay/etsy listings and she determines her highest bid and we disconnect the call.
i love my mom and as always, you know that i feel it is important to tell people you love them, even if it is simply by asking for an auction item lookup and delivering said data in a quick, concise response 😀
I will update later with the results, did she get it, or did someone bid higher?! (i know you can’t wait for the results)
I was lucky enough to spend Thanksgiving ‘back home’ with my parents, siblings, aunts, uncles, cousins, nieces, nephews and a random of assortment of other family and friends.
Had a chance to visit with cousins i have not seen since before we moved from Missouri in 1986, and catch up with others i see somewhat more often but not nearly often enough.
It reminds me to revisit an old post as part of this one. i know i say it a lot, but i don’t think it can be said too often.
I ask you now to take a moment and look around you… literally and figuratively… look at the people who are and have been part of your life. The ones who are still there and the ones who are not. The ones who are there, do you make sure they are aware of their importance in your life. Do you thank them for the things they do and tell them you love and/or appreciate them and their presence in your life? Now the ones who are not there… some we obviously can’t do anything about they are beyond our reach, lost to us and there will always be a piece of our heart missing, but some, SOME, we can still reach out to and try to mend that rift and see if there is a way to bring them back into our lives. We might not even be aware of what caused them to pull away, or we might know exactly what it was, we may need to give or ask for forgiveness.
I understand this may need some thought, and i fully understand not all rifts can be mended. It might not be something that can be decided right now, all I ask is that you look around and think about it. Can you really live without that person for the rest of your life, without that forgiving or forgiveness? Think about the part they have played in your life up to now, and what has been missing since they stopped being part of your life. Now imagine you don’t have a chance to make up for lost time.
I spent the morning watching Sherlock Holmes, while hooked up to a machine that takes my blood out of one arm and removes the platelets and then send the red cells and plasma, etc. back in the other arm. It takes close to 2 hours most times but the results are a bag of platelets that can be used to help a cancer patient, a kid with ITP, and any number of other health needs.
If you aren’t up for that you can always just donate whole blood. It helps people too!
I lost my best friend to cancer when I was 11, and my sister had ITP when she was in elementary school. I currently have multiple friends who are being treated for cancer or other issues that require transfusions. It is the least I can do to sit in a chair watching a movie for a few hours knowing it can help improve or even save a life. Think about it.
I have decided the time is right to let everyone know…
i am a straight cisgender woman.
all this uproar about who gets to use what bathroom, and i have finally decided to say my piece.
i grew up a tomboy, raggy jean, t-shirts and a really, really short haircut. getting me in a dress was like putting 3 cats in a small bag.
i quite frequently heard someone, usually a child whisper to someone else, ‘is that a boy or a girl’ i would always just smile at them or ignore them because I knew the answer and thought it should be clear to them as well. as an adult i have never changed those tomboy traits, although my jeans might be slightly less raggy and my hair is purple, it is still quite short.
some of you might know i am an ally for the LGBTQA community, i don’t pretend to understand all the nuances but people are people, i decide how i feel about someone by how they treat me and those around them, not what may or may not be under their clothes.
but i had a revelation a few days ago. at any given moment, someone could decide *I* don’t look feminine enough to use the women’s rest room. (or god forbid, i look too feminine to use the men’s when the women’s line is too long)
the fact is, the only person who should decide what restroom i use, is me. and the only person who can decide for you, is you.
if you think perverts are suddenly going to come out of the woodwork to prey on people in the restroom, you have been living in a bubble, because the perverts have been in the bathrooms they wanted to ALL ALONG.
i count a few transgender people among my acquaintances and dare i say friends. i don’t ever want them to be worried they will be attacked because they need to pee.