I know some of you think Aldi’s food is “inferior” and I have to laugh, because at one time I thought the same thing.
But, oh are you wrong if you think that way. I tried their Kona Coffee today, $3.99 for a 12 ounce bag, and omg, it was an awesome, awesome, coffee. Premium quality, full bodied, wonderful, rich tasting coffee.
I also picked up fresh cranberries for $1.00 a bag. None were mushy, I didn’t have to throw out any of them. Made then like my buddy V does, a cup of sugar, but I used Splenda instead, a cup of water, boil for 5 minutes, take off the burner and squeeze in an orange.
Sooooo, good – 30 calories for a half a cup of cranberries, too. Works for me.
They also have a special buy right now, 28 ounce cans of Priano Crushed Tomatoes for $.89. They are the best I’ve ever had. Forget Hunts, these are so much better, so good in fact, that I went back and bought a case of them…
So all you hard sell people, go outside your box this week and just try a couple of things from Aldi’s. You just might be surprised, and you will save 50% over supermarket prices. Pinky swear…
John had to say goodbye to his best friend, yesterday. He had Oreo for fifteen years, and she was a sight to behold to the very end.
You’ve never seen a feistier, prettier dog than his little Oreo. She was a wild child, tearing around the house, playing in the yard, and in her last years, doing her perimeter check in the back yard hourly, as John had installed a doggie door to his fenced yard, and she was totally enthralled with the freedom it gave her to go in and out at her will. When people came to visit, especially little children, she was absolutely estatic. She loved people, and was irresistible to everyone, she was quite the charmer…
He built a fishpond in his backyard just last year, and she supervised every rock that was put into place. Then she would stand on the rocks, drinking from the pond, watching the fish, and more than once falling in. Nothing deterred her, nothing, she was totally fearless.
John got “O” when he was in graduate school. He had just moved to Lafayette, didn’t know anybody and decided he needed a dog. She was just this little bundle of puppy fur, and oh was she a cutie. He would come home to visit, buckling her in a seatbelt, she would ride the entire trip, three hours, buckled in beside him.
They traveled a lot of miles together in the last fifteen years, and were quite a team. He was a great doggy dad to her, loved her dearly, and spoiled her daily. It was more difficult than words can say to have to say goodbye to this dog, but she’s soaring with the angels now.
Godspeed, sweet girl, we will miss you greatly, but you will always live on forever in our hearts…
My buddy, V, has always been a huge Johnny Depp fan. She thinks he is just awesome, and I just don’t get it. Now People Magazinesays he’s the sexiest man alive. Johnny Depp?Huh? For real, they do.
I just don’t understand. And I think the underlying factor is that he just appears to me to be the type of guy, ummmm, how do I say this politely? Oh hell, there is no way to say this politely, he just looks to me like he would have a really small penis!
And that is definitely NOT sexy, IMO. Bad girl, bad girl, shame, shame, shame on you Jan, such impure thoughts from an old broad….
A bit of what we do year, after year, after year, after year…
Rule #1: We always buy at least an 18 pound turkey, some years it’s even been an 20-22 lb. one. We don’t even like turkey all that much, but we always buy a big bird. Turkey soup is a must the weekend following Thanksgiving.
Rule #2: Always check the carcass for the paper packet with the neck, liver and gizzard inside. Yes, I baked the damn things in the turkey one year, and nobody has ever forgotten!
Rule #3: A double batch of broccoli casserole, just for Ryan. We all complain about being tired of it, because we’ve had it so many times, but do we eat it? You’re darn tootin’ we do! Ry can always be found in the kitchen after dinner shoveling copious amounts of the stuff in his mouth with a serving spoon.
Rule #4: Don’t burn the sweet potatoes. They have to be watched carefully, very, very carefully, and guess who’s job that is these days. Oh joy.
Rule #5: Some sort of cranberry concoction is the rule of the day. Ryan swears that no man ever liked cranberries, and I do believe he may be on to something, but the girls love them, it was Deanna’s specific request this year. Lindsay’s family recipe is the best, it’s awesome!
Rule #6: Never, ever even suggest using Pillsbury Already Piecrust for the pies. Don’t even go there. I’m so lucky that Lindsay makes the world’s best piecrust. This year, I’ll hold Cuppycake while her mommy rolls the dough. :~)
Rule #7: When putting the pumpkin pie in the oven, look straight ahead, never look at the pie, if you look at the pie you tilt it and it dumps on the oven floor. Isn’t that right, John?
Rule #8: Turnips for LC are a must have. The man adores turnips, the rest of the family not so much, but we always have them for him.
Rule #9: Regardless of whatyeast roll recipewe use, we always think that we can do better next year, so every year we try a new one, and we’re never satisfied. John and I always make the rolls together, it’s what we do…
Rule #10: Always, always after Thanksgiving dinner, both of my sons will be found lying on the floor, stretched out to their full 6’+ length, writhing and moaning in agony because they ate too much. And do we feel sorry for them, not! And yes, I have pictures to prove it.
Rule #11: Always be thankful for another year together, especially this year with the birth of our little Abby. Reminisce about years gone by and the people and pets we loved who are no longer with us. Families are a wonderful thing, and the older I get, the more I appreciate how lucky I am to have this wonderful cast of colorful characters that are my family…
It was really good! I’m not a rosemary fan, but it was subtle, it worked. It would have been better with homemade bread, but I have no willpower with the bread.
And speaking of food, which is what we do around Thanksgiving, I have a husband that adores turnips, so when I saw this recipe earlier today on Simply Recipes for Turnip Gratin, I just had to share. Interesting, huh?
A one pound bag of great northern beans, a can of diced tomatoes, chopped onion, carrots, garlic, fresh herbs from the garden, thyme, rosemary, and lots of sage. Then I added 6 cups of chicken broth, just one slice of thick pepper bacon, a teaspoon of fresh cracked pepper, and now it’s in my pressure cooker for an hour and fifteen minutes. I’ll update you and let you know if it’s good… I’m actually productive today, laundry is going, housework is finished, life is smooth… Just the way I like it!
This new Droid phone is going to be the death of me yet, I swear it is! Earlier this week I was complaining about misdialing people constantly. Well that was nothing compared to tonight.
I had been reading online about voice to text, an app you download, then all you do is talk into the phone and it converts it to text and then you send it to whatever contact you want. Sounds pretty cool, huh, no typing, just talking. WRONG, WRONG, WRONG!!!
First of all, when I tried to download the app earlier in the week, it wouldn’t work. So I emailed the guy who wrote the program, he said he was still “tweaking” it for the Droid and that he would email me when it became available.
Well tonight was the night, I got the email, I coughed up my $.99 for it. Yes, just a measly dollar, this stuff is cheap…
And I started talking into my phone. OMG, you wouldn’t believe all the stuff that came up. It wasn’t recognizing my voice at all, and was making up crazy phrases. But I was sending stuff out anyway, to Ang and to Hooterville, and to the kids, and all of a sudden I got this “No Comprende” text from my cousin.
When I checked my messages, I discovered that I had sent her eighteen messages. Everything I was sending to people wasn’t going to them at all, it was going to her!!!!
Holy Schmoly, when I reread what I sent, it sounded absolutely STUPID. It made no sense at all, she must have wondered what was going on. So I have now sent her numerous email messages explaining what I did in an effort to not look like a complete dodo.
And the guy that wrote the program? He now tells me he is having issues with the Droid, he doesn’t actually have that phone himself, so it’s tricky.
Tricky? TRICKY? You got that right, dude! Oh, what a mess, what a mess!!!
The following article is a reprint from Zen Habits, a daily blog I read. This guy really makes you stop and think about what your life is about, and how you can make it better, he’s really thought provoking. I thought this article was especially enlightening. Take a minute and read it, it’s such a simple little thing to do, and it just might make you a better person.
And what’s my life purpose, here’s a start. I want to be…
A safe haven from the storms of life for my family to come to. I may not always be able to help, but I will always be able to listen, give them a hug and tell them how much they mean to me.
A loyal and thoughtful friend. I’m blessed with such good women in my life, and I treasure their friendships.
A non-judgmental, dependable and loving grammie that Abby can trust and always depend on
And most of all, and this is the hard one, I want to be true to myself and live my life with the daily goal of achieving inner peace and contentment with a few giggles thrown in to spice it up a bit. I want to do it my way.
Ahhhh, such deep thoughts from your usually ditzy blogging buddy.
Live With Purpose — A How-to Guide If you want to live a life of purpose, here’s a method for doing so (you were wondering when the list would come!):
Your purpose. Start by taking 10 minutes out of your life to find some quiet space, and to close your eyes, and to think. Ask yourself: How do I want to be remembered? What do I want people to say about me at my funeral? Think about that for 10 minutes, then write down your answers. There may be a few different things, or 10, or just one.
Write it down. Put your purpose — how you want to be remembered — on a sheet of paper. Type it out, or write it lovingly with a Magic Marker — it doesn’t matter. Put it in nice, big letters. This is your life mission. Post it up somewhere visible, or make it your desktop background. Be reminded of it every day.
Morning ritual. Every morning, rise with the sun (or at the crack of noon, it doesn’t matter), and look at your purpose. Read it out loud, and give it some thought. Ask yourself: what can I do today to help fulfill my purpose? Now write that down on your to-do list — even if it’s something simple, like “Smile at my co-workers” or “Give my kids a hug”.
Align your actions. As much as possible, make your actions move your toward your purpose. Keep that purpose in mind throughout the day. If it helps, send yourself email reminders. After awhile, it’ll become a part of your nature.
Evening ritual. Take a few minutes before you go to bed to look back on your day, on your actions, on what you accomplished. Perhaps write about it in a journal (this is best, but it’s up to you). Look at your purpose again, and think about how you could have lived today differently. Then figure out how you can live your purpose better tomorrow.
These simple actions aren’t that hard to do. They might take some energy and focus in the beginning to make it a habit, but with focus, you can make it happen. And your life will be filled with purpose, and you will live your life with happiness, and eventually, with a little luck, die happy. May your life be blessed.