Thursday, November 20, 2014

New Dishwasher

Well it is gone.  After 27 years and 11 months, it is gone.  They took it off this morning and I sighed just a little.  And this is the part you are NOT going to believe.  The thing was still workingYou know how the Tucker's make things last and last.  If it works, why get something new.  I am just a little bit surprised that we gave up the old rotary dial phone.  After nearly 28 years, I finally have a new dishwasher.  It has been a good one--that old dishwasher of mine.  Only the $99 pump was replaced.  (I have receipts of all my appliances and repairs.  I am married to an engineer.  Who knows when this information might be used as a blog post?)  I have written about this old machine a few times when the hubby was able to work his magic and keep that old thing running for a few more years much to my chagrin.

It's gone now!  I would like to tell you that I almost miss the old thing, but not really.  Yes, it was working and I used it yesterday, but it wasn't getting the dishes as clean as I thought it should...........and I really wanted to have something that didn't sound like a freight train coming through the kitchen.  Well, I sure can't hear the new one, but, then again, my family quotes a line in National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation to me often.  "You couldn't hear a dump truck driving through a dynamite factory."

That's about all that's happening here at the homestead.  Do you think the new machine will last 28 years? 

I love you.

Monday, November 10, 2014

Fathom Draft

I feel a fathom draft. 

I get up every morning and put on my makeup.  I look good.........well, as good as I can under the circumstances.  I try to look pretty good because, now, my job is being retired.  A pretty good job I must say.  During the night I decided that today I would clean my kitchen sink with bleach.  You don't ever want to wear good clothes when you work with I grabbed my old favorite, paint splattered, bleach stained, ripped jeans (but the cool, sexy kind of rips---yeah, right!!  A 60-something year old woman is not a good model for sexy ripped jeans!!  NOPE.)  Nonetheless, my old faded 505 Levi's are indeed ripped--didn't buy them that way.  But hey, they are 12 years old and entitled to a rip or two.  One rip was one just below the back of those rips where the horizontal threads were the only thing holding it together.  Not a biggie at that point.  It would be covered with my longer t-shirt.

I continued my cleaning chores, cleaning the sink, mopping, cleaning the bathrooms, etc.  At every bending motion I felt them ripping just a tad more.  I felt cool George, these jeans are going to hold together till I finish cleaning.  I don't want to stop and change clothes.  I continue on.  Rip.......... rip.......... rip. 

Then the hubby's friend calls to tell us he is coming over.  I ask the hubby if he thinks Marvin wold be able to see this, pointing to the rip on my booty.  "Uh, yeah.  It wasn't that big this morning.  The rip I mean.  Your butt was."  Oh no, he didn't just say that!  Then we laughed..........a little uncomfortably on his part.  I told him I would just keep my shirt pulled down and it would be fine.  Besides they would be outside so chance of anyone seeing my sexy back side.  I continued cleaning, ripping a little more with each bend until my jeans were getting more and more comfortable and a little more drafty.  A lot drafty!  I felt back there.  Wow, that rip is from seam to seam. 

Shoot.  Now I have to take off and I will never get back on the cleaning track.  Oh well.  That's okay because I wanted to rest anyway.  But now, even in my clean non-ripped jeans, I feel this fathom draft.  I still feel the cool air.

Fathom draft.........that's what it is.  But nobody saw my booty today!

I love you.        

Tuesday, November 4, 2014

No Comments?

Good morning everyone.  As much as I talk about the evils of the Internet, there are certain Internet rituals I have to do every morning.  Here they are and in no particular order. 

1.  I open my email (only to discover all 26 emails are from people trying to sell me something)  Where did all my friends go..........the ones that used to email?  I say in jest, but I miss all those long emails my family used to send.  Now it is a quick one-liner.

2.  I check out Facebook.  (I am trying to give that a miss.  It is too taxing on my emotional state {put a smiley face here}.  It is an addiction and hard to kick the habit of looking.  I feel like a peeping Tom looking through some people's windows.)

3.  I check out the webcam to see what has changed overnight there.

4.  I must check out Pinterest to see if anyone I know has pinned something interesting that I need to pin. 

5.  I check out to see if my little girl has posted anything.

6.  I have to check out my blog to see how many grammatical errors I have made on the last post (and to see if anybody commented -- side note -- nobody ever does....which brings me to number 7.

7.  Checking out .  Naturally she is a favorite of mine, but evidently she is a favorite amongst all the other woman in the USA and other countries........the woman has her own TV show for Pete's sake.  Today, however, I was beginning to feel sorry for her.  You see, I clicked on her website to read a post and there were ZERO comments.  I must have clicked on it as soon as she hit PUBLISH.  So....... after I read it, I refreshed my screen and there was ONE comment.  How can that be????  Then about 5 minutes later I refreshed and there were TEN comments.  Should I start feeling sorry for her? After all, this is a woman who can write "Hi" and 80,000 people say hi back.  But ten comments in five minutes!  Is she beginning to feel rejected, a has been????  Does she feel like nobody loves her?  Is she going to have to go eat worms?  Nah..........I think not.  She's pretty much got it all.

Not feeling rejected.  No, I'm not feeling rejected.  Not at all, for I, too, have it all.  Now I am going back over the PW to see how many comments she has.

I love you.


Monday, November 3, 2014

Canned Whole Tomatoes

Sometimes I wonder if in the next few generations certain items will disappear off the grocery shelves.  Have you noticed we already have cooked cubed potatoes in the produce aisle?  Who would ever guess that?  We have instant potatoes.  We have frozen hash browns.  Will fresh potatoes disappear one of these days.

All this brings me to Canned Whole Tomatoes.  I was making stew yesterday and right at the end of the process I put in a can of whole tomatoes.  Oh how my mom loved canned whole tomatoes.  I remember her opening a can in the middle of winter and pouring them in a bowl and serving them with the night's meal.  Sometimes they were just an opened tin can from the cupboard, but often they were from the cellar.....those she herself had canned that summer.  They were so good.  So cold.  A delicious treat.  I used to serve this once in a while to my own family............then I stopped and I don't know why.  So yesterday, I treated myself to one of those red, juicy globes.  It was still just as good as I remember.

Do you think canned tomatoes will be around in a few generations?  Will there be a need for canned tomatoes or will they be buying stew by the quarts at the store?  OH, WAIT THEY ALREADY DO!

I love you.  Open me a can of tomatoes.  

Sunday, November 2, 2014

Just Throw It Out

Just throw it out.

That is exactly what he did this afternoon.  Just threw it out.  What need do we have of old 3 inch, or was it 4, discs?  For some reason we had a ton of them.  Not only did he throw them out, he also threw away the cute little file boxes that were specifically designed for them.  AND he threw away the DVD and CD plastic cases.............AND the transparency film (heaven only knows why we even had that...........probably a work related project).  And he found a ream of 8 X 14 inch paper.........why do we need to save that?  It will make great paper for the boys' drawings.  Yes, we will pass that right on off to their mom for safe keeping out of my house!

Just going through the "computer room" just brought to mind how much technology has evolved since 1998 when we started accumulating such items.  Even CDs and DVDs are fast becoming obsolete despite me still hanging on to my old 8-track player.  Not going to ever come back.  Nope, not going to come back.

BUT will all 1200 vinyl albums come the house I mean?  Right now they have been moved to the building until after the carpet installation.  Yes, I suspect they will.  {sigh}

It's good to get new carpet.  Just throw it out.

I love you.

Friday, October 31, 2014

Happy Halloween 2014




Good morning.  Happy Halloween.

I am having a hot cup of coffee this morning and watching the leaves fall on this rather dreary looking, although not rainy, day.  It is a totally beautiful day.  I like these cloudy days.  It makes me think of all things that I loved most about my childhood and my children's childhood.

Of course one of my children’s favorite holidays was Halloween.  Think CANDY.  I never had a lot of candy around the house back then.  One thing I didn’t think having candy at hand was all that good for them……and our candy fund was almost always broke.  Let me explain…………..we lived from payday to payday.  So when Halloween rolled around each year, off they went to glean as much candy as their little plastic pumpkins would hold…………..or at least get it half way full.  We didn’t take them outside out little neighborhood, but most of our neighbors were prepared to pass out handfuls of GOOD candy to each child.  When only ten children haunt one’s neighborhood, you can afford to pass out the good kind.  Back then we could also trust all our neighbors so when someone gave popcorn balls or cookies, we never gave it a thought to checking them. 

Here’s to another great Halloween.  Hope yours is safe and full of fun and CANDY.

Tuesday, October 28, 2014

We Will Persevere

Wow, is it only Tuesday?  This has been a month long week already and it is only Tuesday.  I checked the calendar.

Since Monday, there have been five major developments in my life, all on the negative side.  Oh, things will work out, one way or another, but for now, for people I hold dear to me, they seem insurmountable, or at least costly.

What will tomorrow bring?  Who knows, but a breath of fresh air for regrouping would be nice.  I thought bad news came in threes, not fives. 

I write in jest, but some days just aren't all that funny.  Have you ever been bombed with bad things?

I love you and we will persevere.  Here's to the weekend!  Let's get past this.

Sunday, October 26, 2014

I Need to Get More Sugar

It's Sunday night and the weekend is coming to a close.  Kids will go back to school tomorrow, and many will head back to work..............but I won't!  Sometimes I get all giggly on Sunday nights.  I don't have to work tomorrow.  I don't even know what I will do, but I suspect I will do something with apples.

I bought all these apples last week and my daughter and I made 1) My mom's fresh apple cake; 2) 2 loaves of apple bread with caramel glaze; 3) a loaf of Apple Fritter Bread; 4) a delicious apple pie; 5) Apple crunch bars; and 6) a pan of apple cream cheese bars. 

We peeled and peeled apples.  Luckily I have a peeler from Pampered Chef and well worth its price.  It makes the most beautiful apple peeling strips.  What to do with them.........all these peels.  I found a recipe to make syrup using just water and peels and cores.  All you do is cook the peelings and cores until they are softened and the cores mushy.  Strain the juice; discard the peelings.  Heat the juice with sugar.  10 cups of juice will need about 3 or 4 cups of sugar.  Heat until temperature reaches 218 degrees.  Continue cooking until syrupy.

Sounds easy peasy, huh?  Au contraire mon ami!  Au contraire!  Nothing is ever that simple for me.  I simmered and simmered and simmered and it just would not get syrupy.  Finally I turned off the range, let the pan cool and refrigerated it.  The taste was wonderful, a very light apple jelly taste.  I kept thinking about it during the night and I just could bear to throw it out.  What have I got to lose?  So the next day I boiled it again.  It was coming together nicely now.  I took a little out to test the consistency.  Not quite there.  Boiled it a little longer, testing, boiling, testing, boiling and all of a sudden, it was ready.  It was thickening so quickly that I removed it from the heat.  I grabbed my jars and starting pouring this pink wonderful liquid, molten lava actually, into them.............both of them..............two one cup jars.  All that liquid had boiled down to two small jars.

I couldn't wait to taste this glorious syrup so as soon as the lid popped (sealed), I opened it right back up.  I grabbed a spoon to have a taste of my syrup.  I put it in the jar and it would NOT sink into the liquid.  So I began to force it.  Finally I got about half the spoon bowl in and forced up the now caramel.  You see, I boiled that liquid all the way through the syrup stage, all the way through the jelly stage, all the way through the gummy candy stage, all the way to the caramel stage and not far from the brittle stage.

I consider myself a great cook, but there are times when even the best cooks have disasters.  But you know what, I am going to try this again this week with the rest of the apple peels.  First I need to get more sugar. 

I love you. 

Thursday, October 16, 2014

Your Smile is Your Logo

Your smile is your logo,
your personality is your business card,
how you leave people feeling after
having an experience with you
becomes your trademark.

(Author Unknown)

This was a Facebook shared post by my niece today.  I wanted to share it with you.  This is so true!

Retirement brings about a certain "I've done it.  I've paid my dues so get out of my way.  You owe me!" attitude.  I see it all the time.  I do my shopping during the week and see lots of people my age or older out running errands.  Some of these people are so rude I am embarrassed for them.  Don't they realize that how they leave people feeling after having an experience with them just became their trademark?  I know when they leave I am glad I am not married to that person or I am glad they aren't my neighbor or I am glad they aren't my mother. 

Now I am not going to tell you that I am all smiles and giggles when I am out, but I have learned that being a little nicer sure has helped me acquire what I need from a sales person.  If you can put a little smile on someone's face, it might be the only smile they get that day.  How many smiles does it take to erase that unpleasant experience they had earlier......the one where the guy was screaming because he didn't understand what was needed to get his car tag.   

Smiling doesn't take much effort.  I have heard that it takes more muscles to make a frown than it does to smile.  I don't want to be the crabby old woman that lives in the third house on the left.  I don't want the sales person to roll her eyes to her coworker after I leave.  Just smile!

Your smile is your logo. 

I love you.

Wednesday, October 15, 2014

It's the Coffee Talking

I have just had my two cups of coffee and, yes I am drinking the stuff again, and I am chomping at the bit (bet you haven't heard that phrase in years or perhaps you haven't heard it at all) to do some crafting, cooking, traveling, shopping, and cleaning--maybe a closet or two.  I can't even believe I said the "clean" word since it is not a favorite pastime, but I might even break out the old dust rag.

There is something in that coffee I tell you.  Something that makes my fingers just fly over the keys of this computer.  You can't believe how fast I am typing this morning.  Not going to say this is a grammatically correct post or that I used the correct punctuation though.  Speaking of fingers flying over the keyboard--I am eternally grateful that my dad drove me crazy every Sunday night about me taking typing.  Oh yes, he pushed me.  He knew I didn't want to go to college so he was prepping me for some skills to have for the work place.  So here I am many years later, after a career of doing a lot of typing, with my fingers positioned on the keyboard exactly as Mrs. Kelton taught me.

Well, that brings me back to today.  Just what will I do today?  Still have most of it ahead of me.  I cannot convince my daughter that she needs to join me in my coffee zeal so I guess I need to get up and..........let's see.............hmmm...........maybe clean the pantry, yes that is what I will do.  Or maybe I will dust..............I need to dust.  I hate dusting!!!  Or maybe I will cook up a bunch of freezer meals.  I have plenty of near out of date pantry items.  Or maybe I will make a wreath.  I saw some Bittersweet on the back of the property.  Or maybe I will shop.  I need carpet so maybe I should shop for some.  Or maybe I will travel.  Okay, I could travel to the carpet store.  Whew!  I am tired just thinking of all the possibilities for today.  Whew!  I need another cup of coffee!!!!

It's the coffee talking.

I love you.