he bathtubs, taking out the garbage at midnight because my husband forgot and is already in bed when he remembers, or scraping cat poop out of the corner of the laundry room when the cat misses the litter box -- but suddenly they're concerned over my health and well-being when it comes to baking a pie? I think they're trying to tell me something.
-- My daughter sends me an email that has one of those "answer these questions and pass it along" things -- with questions about Christmas. You know - your favorite toy you received as a child, real tree or artificial, favorite Christmas song, favorite Christmas meal.... But wait! What's her answer for "favorite Christmas meal"? Ham. This girl has been at my Christmas table for every Christmas since she was born, and every single year we have had either roast beef or turkey. Ham?!? Has she gone to other houses once she leaves my table? Perhaps stopping by Subway on her way home for a good ol' ham sub? What is this ham business?!? Or - like the pies - is she subliminally trying to tell me something??
Harumph... I'll show them "no bother". We'll have Jenny-O pressed in a bag turkey breast (white meat and by-products only), Bob Evans steamed in a bag mashed potatoes, Franco American canned turkey gravy, store brand crescent rolls in a can and Stove Top Stuffing Mix. There! That's "no bother"!!! Oh - and I'll make a homemade pie! That'll teach 'em.
WHAT I'M GRATEFUL FOR TODAY
1. I'm well on my way to being done with my Christmas shopping.
2. I didn't catch the flu my husband got hit so hard with.
3. Gas prices today were $1.59! (A gallon, not a quart!)
4. Once again, a warm and toasty home on a very cold day.
5. Blog friends (new and old) who respond to my call for action.
Nov 23, 2008
Catching up
Obviously, my blogging was sidetracked with the Levi Strauss commercial tyrant. I'm not over it. I've mailed my letters, I've sent some emails, I'm answering emails off-blog. I truly appreciate everyone who said they would also write a letter or email. I'm not forgetting about it, but blog-wise, I need to let it go for now. I fully intend to continue on the cause of holding corporations accountable for their socially irresponsible commercials, and I may start a new blog after the holidays along that vein. But for now... I return you to "normal" life around here.
--They caught the kids that broke into the two houses in our area. Kudos to our town police. Well, except for the Police Chief who was recently given a "vote of no confidence" by the rest of the police force because he apparently advised his nephew to lie on his police department application that 1) he wasn't related to anyone on the force and 2) he had no drug abuse history. But kudos to the officers that showed up here and caught those kids.
--Brayden wore his newly knit socks on Friday and by the end of the day and the thousandth time that I helped him pull them up, I realized they were too small AGAIN. That's three pair of socks I've knit that didn't fit -- well, one pair, then one sock (tried it on him BEFORE I knit the second) and now a third pair. The child has big feet. I pulled out a ruler and MEASURED his feet this time! I don't know why it didn't occur to me to do that before. DUH.
--I stopped by my husband's bank to make a deposit for him today. He gave me a check to deposit. No big deal, right? There's a new touch screen at the ATM at the bank. What do you want to do today? I touch "deposit". Do I want to do it with an envelope or without? Touch - without. Put in amount. I put in the amount. Put in the check with bottom edge of the check on the left. I do that. It spits the check out. Put in the check with the bottom edge of the check on the right. Hmmm, I thought it said left. I must have been wrong. So I do that. Before the check goes in the slot, up pops another screen that says Put in the check with the bottom edge of the check on the left. Wait! I put it in with the bottom of the check on the RIGHT like you said! It doesn't spit the check out. It eats the check. Instead, it spits out a deposit slip for an amount of 00 dollars. The bank is closed. I now have to explain to my husband how I could possibly screw up depositing $38.00 in his account. And by the time he can get to the bank on Monday, who knows where the checks will be? Probably in some bank that will go bankrupt before then.
-- The annual Thanksgiving debate is on -- store bought pies or homemade pies? My family votes for store bought pies so I won't have to go to "all that bother". Hmmmm... They don't care about "all that bother" when I'm carting laundry baskets up and down the stairs, cleaning hair out of the drains in t
he bathtubs, taking out the garbage at midnight because my husband forgot and is already in bed when he remembers, or scraping cat poop out of the corner of the laundry room when the cat misses the litter box -- but suddenly they're concerned over my health and well-being when it comes to baking a pie? I think they're trying to tell me something.
-- My daughter sends me an email that has one of those "answer these questions and pass it along" things -- with questions about Christmas. You know - your favorite toy you received as a child, real tree or artificial, favorite Christmas song, favorite Christmas meal.... But wait! What's her answer for "favorite Christmas meal"? Ham. This girl has been at my Christmas table for every Christmas since she was born, and every single year we have had either roast beef or turkey. Ham?!? Has she gone to other houses once she leaves my table? Perhaps stopping by Subway on her way home for a good ol' ham sub? What is this ham business?!? Or - like the pies - is she subliminally trying to tell me something??
Harumph... I'll show them "no bother". We'll have Jenny-O pressed in a bag turkey breast (white meat and by-products only), Bob Evans steamed in a bag mashed potatoes, Franco American canned turkey gravy, store brand crescent rolls in a can and Stove Top Stuffing Mix. There! That's "no bother"!!! Oh - and I'll make a homemade pie! That'll teach 'em.
WHAT I'M GRATEFUL FOR TODAY
1. I'm well on my way to being done with my Christmas shopping.
2. I didn't catch the flu my husband got hit so hard with.
3. Gas prices today were $1.59! (A gallon, not a quart!)
4. Once again, a warm and toasty home on a very cold day.
5. Blog friends (new and old) who respond to my call for action.
he bathtubs, taking out the garbage at midnight because my husband forgot and is already in bed when he remembers, or scraping cat poop out of the corner of the laundry room when the cat misses the litter box -- but suddenly they're concerned over my health and well-being when it comes to baking a pie? I think they're trying to tell me something.
-- My daughter sends me an email that has one of those "answer these questions and pass it along" things -- with questions about Christmas. You know - your favorite toy you received as a child, real tree or artificial, favorite Christmas song, favorite Christmas meal.... But wait! What's her answer for "favorite Christmas meal"? Ham. This girl has been at my Christmas table for every Christmas since she was born, and every single year we have had either roast beef or turkey. Ham?!? Has she gone to other houses once she leaves my table? Perhaps stopping by Subway on her way home for a good ol' ham sub? What is this ham business?!? Or - like the pies - is she subliminally trying to tell me something??
Harumph... I'll show them "no bother". We'll have Jenny-O pressed in a bag turkey breast (white meat and by-products only), Bob Evans steamed in a bag mashed potatoes, Franco American canned turkey gravy, store brand crescent rolls in a can and Stove Top Stuffing Mix. There! That's "no bother"!!! Oh - and I'll make a homemade pie! That'll teach 'em.
WHAT I'M GRATEFUL FOR TODAY
1. I'm well on my way to being done with my Christmas shopping.
2. I didn't catch the flu my husband got hit so hard with.
3. Gas prices today were $1.59! (A gallon, not a quart!)
4. Once again, a warm and toasty home on a very cold day.
5. Blog friends (new and old) who respond to my call for action.
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The gas prices scare me to death. No one is talking and I'm afraid of waking up soon and finding them twenty bucks a gallon. Or more. They are setting us up. :) How's that for paranoia on my part. Well...it's not that. It's just that I don't believe them anymore and they are keeping quiet about the prices now. And police departments....the 'Do as I say not as I do' just keeps going on and on everywhere.
I laughed at your description of Thanksgiving dinner...."no work" style. I also wonder if my family is trying to tell me something. I am usually asked to bring rolls, salad, etc....anything that doesn't have to be cooked. Last year I brought a sweet-potato casserole and offered to do the same this year.....and was told "no thank you, you can bring the wine". hmmmmmm.
That is funny about the ham! Ham is my favorite as well, but Jeff doesn't like it. :)
Also funny about the ATM machine. When I banked at a local bank, I always used the overnight deposit box instead of the ATM. I have actually only used that ATM deposit once, for a very important check, only to find out that the ATM machine was not owned by the bank and went to a central processing center. It took 3 days after that to get the money in my account! I'm happy that now depositing couldn't be any easier...I deposit from home and just scan the checks! Love it.
Oh hey, Joan! I think I just got the ATM problem. The machine was probably scanning the check on both sides (hence the left and right). That probably means it processes it digitally now and the money appears quickly, which is good. But I can't believe it ate it!
Finally, a blog by someone who is in general as angry as me. Gas prices are used as a control of the general populous. Read "Art of War." You can't tell me that supplu has doubled since 2 months ago when gas was over $4. That's the only way that the price would be half, that or demand was cut in half, which is not possible. Prices were high when they needed to cripple the populous, not that the economy is in the hole, gas prices are low, to distract the populous. By Christmas, gas will be $3 again, by end of winter it will be $4.
I love adult children! Their memories are a little off though. My oldest daughter and I were talking about her new sofa on the phone last night, and she mentioned our "red" sofa that we had when she was a "tweenager". We never had a red sofa. Discussion to be continued at her house in Dallas during Thanksgiving dinner. Can't wait to hear this one!
and ps... I think you have to be over 50-years old to really appreciate sweet-potato casserole. I got the same response from my kiddos! Hey, you can bring it to my house!
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