Friday, February 10, 2012
This rosemary was on the patio, we’ve had such a mild winter that it’s still thriving. Temperatures are forecasted in the teens tonight, I couldn’t bear the thought of losing it, so hubby trucked it into the sunroom until the cold snap passes.
It’s smells so good, wish I had smell-o-vision on this computer, or better yet, share a few sprigs with you today. You have no idea of how wonderful it smells in here…
I’ve read them for years, you never know who you might see and even though I seldom know anyone, I’m astonished at the things people put in obituaries. Often they show a woman’s high school senior picture, complete with the drape, and the woman is in her 80’s. Or they show pictures of when they were young with a picture as they are now, that’s always interesting. And I’m always fascinated by the men’s ears, it is true, they do grow longer as they get older.
This morning, they had a lulu in the Heavensville obits. It was an attractive man, 63 years old, sad that he died that young, but anyway, the following sentence was included in his obituary.
“He enjoyed remodeling, shopping at Rural King, while enjoying the popcorn.”
While it’s funny, it’s also sad, surely they could have found something more worthwhile to say about the poor guy than this. Jeez Louise, and I thought it was bad that I would want my dogs mentioned in my obituary. Kidding, family, just kidding, well kinda ;o)
Thursday, February 9, 2012
I know you’re just dying to hear how my salad in a jar is progressing, umhmmm, sure you are, and if I’m sick of salad yet, and the answer is no! I’m still as excited about it as I was in the beginning, sealing everything I can think of, and still eating salad every single day for lunch. Am I losing weight, no, but then I’m not gaining either. Maybe if I start eating it for dinner, too… **sigh**
I continue to tweak it, I no longer use the great big salad bowl and toss it together, now I chop on a big cutting board, fill the jars, and then use my salad shooter to slice a pile of carrots, add them to the top of the lettuce, dice some celery and add it on top of the carrots. This week I used a head of iceberg, a bundle of leaf lettuce, and canned it separately. I’m dreaming of spring and using the leaf lettuce to make wilted lettuce salad with green onions and bacon.
Okay, I’ll shut up about it, until the next time. Have a nice day…
Oh, I’m seriously thinking of making jam this spring, too. Bet you all can’t wait to hear about that either… **wicked grin**
And that’s not dirt on the side of my refrigerator cabinet, it’s how they stained the wood, drives me crazy, too! And my coffee maker isn’t dirty either, it’s camera glare. Glad I cleared that up for all of you…
Tuesday, February 7, 2012
Monday, February 6, 2012
I wasn’t going to watch, but I decided to see what all the hoopla was about.
After it was over, the reviews came in fast and furious, the younger crowd thought she was awesome.
And yours truly, okay I admit, I’m biased, however, if you took away the glitz, the special effects, the costumes and just watched the woman, what did you see? Ummmmm, a fifty something woman who wasn’t agile on the bleachers, who did a lot of bump and grind and lip synched.
Awesome, hardly, but then I’m biased…
Sunday, February 5, 2012
NO!!!!!!!!! I detest football, I always have, so I’m going to be watching Netflix tonight, hubby can watch it in the den, no football for this old girl.
Oh, I’ve tried over the years to enjoy it, seriously I have, but I just don’t get it, and I don’t enjoy it. All the hoopla over the Super Bowl, and tickets going for as much as $10,000 apiece, holy schmoly what a waste!
But that’s just my opinion, and I’m sure most of you don’t think like I do, but I just felt like venting this afternoon.
Now go watch that game and enjoy yourselves, while I watch a movie. And no, I’m not going to watch Madonna at half time, I can’t handle her either, the woman needs to retire for gawds sake, she’s 53 years old!
Well, I’m just in a great mood this afternoon. It’s not the game, actually, sinuses are giving me fits, I trekked to convenient care for some meds because I’m dizzy as a goose, poor hubby isn’t even getting Super Bowl goodies.
And that’s just the way it is this Super Bowl Sunday, Jan here in a p*ssy mood!