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 bleach..............so 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 pocket.....one 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 air....by 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 www.redriver.org 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 www.agirlgonegourmet.blogspot.com 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 www.thepioneerwoman.com .  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 back..............in 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.

Autumn

Cherri

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