Sunday, November 22, 2015

Thank you all for the happy birthday wishes.

Thank you all for the happy birthday wishes. It was very encouraging to get every one. 

We combined three birthdays along with an early Thanksgiving. What a great day it was. Four happy grand kids were running through the house hollering and laughing. I loved every bit of that! 

Do you like deep fried turkey? I know we do. That bird didn’t stand a chance! It was gone in no time. Being conscientious about my weight I put a smaller amount on my plate. Doctor was not happy with the 7 pounds I had gained. That’s why I made sure that when I went back for more that it was’t for very much. I asked who made the sweet potatoes because when I went back again I had to have someone else to blame other than me. It was so so good! Youngest daughter made the very best mashed potatoes that she had ever made.  Our daughter-in-love brought the green bean casserole, wow! It doesn't get much better than that!    

By now I wanted to be sure that I knew who brought what. It was only good manners to have some of everything. That was even more important when it came to the desserts! My sweet made a dump cake! (you would have to ask her for the recipe) That is a wonderful treat that we all count on. There were pies and more pies and the dump cake and the sweet potatoes. There was lots of whip topping and sweet potatoes. 

I was certain that I hadn’t given any Jerky Direct jerky to my oldest daughter before, so I made sure that she and her family had a bag. 

By the end of the day my sweet’s arm was hurting bad. I was worn out too. “Here, let me rub the knots out my sweet,” I would say. I pray that we can get her to the chiropractor. 



Wednesday, November 18, 2015

Thore Shroat

Thore Shroat 

It’s that time of year again. Fevers, chills, and the ever popular thore shroat, (sore throat) are out to get us all at one time or another. 

Have you ever had a thore shroat? I know I have. As a matter of fact, I am so glad to have my hot coffee here to help me out right now. It’s good to have something hot to drink. I am thankful for my Vickers java mug. Twenty two ounces of, “Wake up dude!!” This morning the caffeine has to slug it out with the Benadryl that I took last night. So far, Benadryl is winning.

I have tried many things for a thore shroat. Gargling warm saltwater or vinegar is what I grew up with as treatments. Sometimes they even work. I found out that even a regular mouthwash that kills germs is helpful too. Even that is short lived. I wonder if gargling novocain would be a good idea.

I would call in to work sick but that would be silly. My wife and I work from home together.

I am at work, so I better get something done.
  


Saturday, November 14, 2015

The Darkness of the Void.

The Darkness of the Void.

We get up early around here. But not on Saturdays. I hear the alarm and get up. Turn on the bathroom light for my sweet.  A sleepy “Good morning” and off I go like a happy zombie. Say anything you want to tell me at this time but don’t expect me to understand it, let alone remember what you said an hour later. It’s not quite that way on Saturday mornings. 

I wake sometimes as early as 3:30 and struggle to go back to sleep. Every ten to fifteen minutes I jostle myself awake again. At 5:00 I have had enough and gaze into the darkness of the void. I am the only one awake and it is up to me to  keep it that way until I see my sweet. I don’t want to wake anyone. It’s just not nice. Even K-Dog doesn’t want to get up. 

It’s a good time to read. My glasses are a bit smudgy. No problem, I can just go and… No I have to stay here in the dark void. It’s a good time to blog. No. I would have to leave the room. In my rubber crocks they make sounds like a gassy elephant as I go down the hall way so I better not.

Good thing my dad is up. We text for a while. Mean time he is puttering about his house making his breakfast, making his coffee. He is in Louisiana and I’m in Texas. The aroma of that fresh brewed coffee fills my head. Then I remember, it’s Saturday. I get instant coffee on Saturday. I squint in the darkness looking for any sign of my sweet. 

Dog finally goes outside. While he is outside, I take off my crocks and venture out of the room. She is still asleep. I got back as quickly and as silently as I could. Now K-Dog wants back in. I better open the door before he wakes up anyone else. Once he gets in he goes off to the other room and shakes until his dog tags sound like sleigh bells. He can get away with that you know. 

I think I hear a familiar tune in the darkness. Is that her alarm? I better get the bathroom light on. Another hour goes by and I see the sun rise. All I can think of now is, “I hope she gets up before I start dancing the full bladder polka.”


At last she is up. I wanted her to have all of the sleep she could get, especially now that she has a cold. She reminded me that I have to get ready to go to the men’s breakfast at church this morning. I get good coffee there, by Jimmy!! I look down at my started cup of instant coffee and smile.

Friday, November 13, 2015

I was feeling alright until...

I was feeling alright until...


I was feeling alright until we got to the doctor’s office. Who wants to go to the doctor’s? I know I don’t. I’m in my 50’s so that’s just the way it is. I’ll try to make the best of it though. Anyhow, they had murder and mayhem on TV in the waiting room. Yikes!! Well at least I was able to read my book. About an hour later we were called back. The lady had me step on the scales. I told her that they are not my friends. The scales said that I gained 7 pounds. MAN! Now you know why the scales are not my friends. They always try to hurt my feelings that way.  While we were in the examination room a woman attacked me with an ice pick to check my blood sugar. If she came any faster she would have been checking my reflex and timing me for a land speed record as I ran passed her through the door. 

I told the doctor all about it and he laughed. I told it at lunch and someone almost spewed Dr. Pepper.

Seems like a rather typical day after all.  



Thursday, November 12, 2015

For Supper We Had Plan “B”

For Supper We Had Plan “B”


Don’t you just love it when a recipe plan comes together? I know I do. But, sometimes it doesn’t. I have burned beans twice now in the new cook pot. ARG! Maybe I can blame the new cookware. I am going back to cooking beans in the old pot. I haven’t burned them in the old pot, ever.

Ok, the beans are burned a little. What can I do for plan “B”? They were burned pintoes so it was not hard to change it into burned refried beans. Well, we ate it. We ate some of it, anyway. Over the week I ate the most but we still had to trash far more that I wanted to. I hate to waist food. Don’t you? It happens. 

That would have been a great night for Cee Cee’s Pizza! Have you ever eaten there? I have over eaten there many times. After a bummer like the burned beans, I would over eat there again right then. I like pizza flavored salt. Don’t you? KFC would have been a great choice as well. I would eat a bucket of original recipe legs and thighs all by my lonesome. Yes, I know, but I like fried chicken flavored salt. Don’t you?

I’m not sure where I’m going with this blog. I can talk about my salt restricted diet but I rather not  upset myself that much. I can talk about other culinary catastrophes of mine but I rather not.

Do you like to go out to eat? I know I do. The last time we went out to our favorite Mexican food place I like to have fallen out of the chair when I saw a $3 jump in the price. Shazam! I’m afraid to go back now. It may have jumped again.

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Wednesday, November 4, 2015

No more cheese?

No more cheese?


This morning I was making breakfast. MacMuffins are one of our favorite school day breakfasts  around here. I had an order for two. Wee daughter had the full blown thing. It was egg, sausage and cheese in a raisin muffin. I didn’t want an egg. Mine was just the muffin and sausage. I reached in to the fridge  to get the cheese and only had cheese for one. Not a problem. I gave it to her. I’m fine without it but it did get me to thinking about something.

We still have reason for optimism in America. I’m not talking about the mindless, PMA, pagan nonsense you hear from time to time. “Speak positive things to the universe and the universe will send good things to you!” I’m talking about the fact that things are not so bad, just yet. There are grocery stores where you can walk into and find more stuff than you need just to be sure that they can sell you something that you are after. We have car dealerships where you can get the car of your liking and hopefully a payment plan you can live with. For now the gas price is not too bad. Have you ever gone into a Home Depot? I know I have many many times. They have paint, lumber, power tools, tool sheds, ceiling fans, dry wall, all manor or plumbing too… You have the idea. I went into a huge Home Depot one time just to buy a rubber flapper for the commode.

There are things headed in the wrong direction. That is obvious. Something has to be done and it is time we stop looking to someone else to do it. What can we do on a limited budget?

On a limited budget we can’t do very much, can we? We must find some way to change our budget limitations to a surplus. The old adage is true. “It takes money to make money.” As you may know, I am a cautious advocate of  network marketing. In theory it’s a great idea. But when it comes to dealing with people the whole thing starts looking weird. You have to find a company you like, trust and can afford. On top of that you have to find others who see your opportunity as something worth their while. More often than I like, I find lots of desperate marketers who are over stressed while pushing a questionable and undefined opportunity and a product almost but not quite guaranteed to be the the answer to all of your ills, pains and prosperity. The thing that really freaks me out is that so many of these companies look more like cults than they do a business. What’s the deal with that? 

Any and every business starts off small and grows from there.  I worked for a grocery business that started with one store and grew so big that you could see them all over the metroplex and then some. They eventually had three different grocery chains and employed thousands. That took a lot of work, time and money.

We shop at a grocery store that has a loyalty card program and a point system that brings down the price of gasoline for their customers. All of this is used to ensure that we continue to buy groceries and gas from them. That is a great idea. We have saved as much as 50c a gallon at lease once. Yes! We will shop there!

I’m going to finish with the main thing I wanted to tell you about. There is a way that you can go into business for yourself for very little money per month. All this company is looking for is loyal “customers” who will buy two bags of their hi quality snacks each month and find others to do the same. Think of it like a loyally card to a grocery store. Instead of only saving your money Jerky Direct will pay you as a way to say, “Thank you for buying our product and finding others who enjoy it as well.” 



Tuesday, November 3, 2015

Call me OCD


Call me OCD but I have to get the trash out by seven o’clock in the morning. No, the trash is not picked up that early. Sometimes they don’t come until after eight. There have been times when the bags waited as long as noon to be picked up. When I was still working they had to be out at seven because we have to be gone on time. Getting it out earlier was no problem but I should not get it out much later than seven, if at all possible.

It may seem silly to you but I have a twinge of embarrassment if I see that I am the last one in the neighborhood to get the trash out. I know that it doesn’t matter. It matters to me. Is it OCD or do I have a fear that we will have to keep the stinky garbage until the next time?

There was a time when I tried putting it out the night before. Bad idea! When you put it our over night your little kitty cat neighbors help themselves to it and they leave everything else for display in the yard and on the street to be collected later.

There have been times when I have had extra stuff for the recyclers. One time I had a bunch that had to get out. Because there was so much of it, I was determined to get it out the night before. The wind was not helpful. I stacked collapsed boxes and tried to weigh them down with the full recycle bin. That wasn’t heavy enough. There was no way on God’s blue marble that I was going to wrestle all of this mess out to the curb in the morning. No one would help me so I fought the war myself.

I am sure that the neighbors had a good laugh at my expense. Cars would zoom by, “Hey look y’all! That dude is having trouble! Lets watch!” 

By the way, this was how I met my future son-in-law. He was bringing first daughter home. I’m sure he enjoyed the show.