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Wednesday, March 27, 2013

52 Weeks of Kindness - Week 12

I just sort of winged it this week.  I was out prowling thrift stores over the weekend and came THIS close to picking up this super cute lime green leather purse.  The only reason I didn't is because it was fairly deep and that means I would never be able to find my keys and I would get all crabby and frustrated.

So I did the next best thing.  I stuck $5 inside it with one of my 'business' cards and put it back on the rack.  Someone will have a nice surprise - and if they find it before they buy it, the $5 is enough to cover the price of the bag. Win win.

That seemed too easy, though. So in the next store I tucked another $5 between the wall and the soap dispenser.  Hoping to be present when it was discovered, I hung around the area.  

After a minute, a woman went into the restroom. FINALLY! I'd get to witness the moment of discovery.  She came out a few minutes later but her expression was unreadable.  I waited a bit longer, but there's only so much time one can lurk outside a ladies room without arousing suspicion.  Maybe next week. 

Monday, March 25, 2013

Mock Me Monday _ Roughing It

My son is a picky eater.  Always has been.  To make matters worse, he's also a creature of habit, so if he's accustomed to having a baloney sandwich for lunch, there's no way you're going to talk him into anything else.

A few weeks ago, I'd promised him a bean burrito for lunch.  He's very particular about his bean burritos.  There's only a certain kind of tortilla he likes, spread with just the right amount of refried beans, and sprinkled with cheese.  This must then be warmed in the microwave for exactly 20 seconds, then rolled with precision.

None of this was a problem until the power went out just before lunch.

No power = no microwave = no burrito.

He would NOT eat it at room temperature, so I had to find a way to warm it up without the benefit of electrical appliances.

Solution?

I wrapped it in tinfoil and placed it in a pan suspended over a few candles!  Instant oven.  This also enabled me to heat of daughterlings' spaghettios and ramen.






The mockable part is that despite it being the day before our weekly grocery shopping (a time when our supplies are rather depleted) we still had Lunchables in the fridge and all I would have had to do to feed the little ones was rip off the plastic cover. 



Sunday, March 24, 2013

B is for Blitz

Leave it to the amazing DL Hammons to come up with a fun new way to support one another in the blogosphere.

Through advanced genetic engineering (or perhaps a few too many brewskies) DL has managed to combine a blogfest with a surprise party and the result is....


Here's the deal - sign up HERE.  Then, when the time is right DL will let us know who are target is and what day we need to visit them. That's it.  No hectic clicking trying to reach 100 blogs in a day, but some lucky blogger will be swarmed with bloggy love.

What are you waiting for? Head on over and sign up.

Tuesday, March 19, 2013

What I'd Like To See - The Bachelor

I'm embarrassed to admit it, but I watched this season of the Bachelor.  Mostly it's a coincidence as my son has a funny preference for ABC right now and won't let us change the channel.

Anyway, now that it's over and he's made his choice, I think ABC is missing an opportunity for a real tell all. I don't care about the cast coming back and yelling insults at one another. Puh-lease. What I'd like to see is a behind-the-scenes episode that would tell me the following:

  • How much money the girls spend buying cocktail dresses, jewelry, and cosmetics.  Seriously, they never wear the same clothes twice - and you can bet most of them don't have closets stuffed full of formal wear, so how much does the average contestant spend to go on the show? 
  • Show me the staff scrambling to set up those over-the-top romantic dates. The unexpected wind gusts that keep blowing out the candles, and blowing tablecloths on top of the food. 
  • Speaking of food -- who cooks for all those dates? Is it catered from a restaurant? Do they have a chef on staff? 
  • How many candles do they go through every season?  If I had DVR, I'd tape the show and slow each scene down so I could count them.
  • How much alcohol do they go through? Seriously - they drink like fish, and that's just on camera. 
  • What do the dateless girls back at the house eat?  Is the fridge stocked and they help themselves or do they have a cook, do they go out or order takeout?
  • What do the girls at the house do all day when they're not on a date?  Are they required to stay in the house? Can they go out and explore?
  • Who really comes up with the dates? Do the producers have a list - does the Bachelor get to sit in on this planning and offer his input?
  • Does someone clue the girls in as to what they should wear before each date? You never see them leave with a bag, but they always have a swimsuit and then something more formal for dinner. 
  • How many weeks does it take to film a season of the bachelor? They show one episode a week, but they could cram filming into just a few weeks if they wanted to. 
What would YOU like to see?

Monday, March 18, 2013

52 Weeks of Kindness - Week 11

One year ago this week I had my gall bladder out.  It started on a Saturday morning -- it wasn't really all that painful at first, but I knew something wasn't right. I eventually headed to the local urgent care clinic, but wound up in the hospital a couple hours later.  Not only was my gall bladder full of stones, but I also had full-blown pancreatitis. Fun.

Anyway, in honor of my favorite urgent care physician (does that tell you how often we've been to the clinic over the years?) and my family's continued good health, this week I left $40 at the payment desk to cover as many copays as I could. 

Have a great week everyone!



Tuesday, March 12, 2013

RAK - Week 10

I brought a frozen entree to work for lunch last Friday, but decided I'd rather have something else.  That happens all the time, but I usually veto the other voice or else I'd be eating out every day and that's just not good for anyone.  It occurred to me, however, that I could do my good deed for the week at the same time, so I grabbed my purse and headed to the McDonald's down the street.

The lines were longer than usual, probably a payday for a lot of people who decided to splurge on lunch.  I surveyed the other cars, trying to determine which one would end up behind me once the two lanes merged.  Both candidates had single men in them wearing office attire, so I figured I'd be safe. How much can one man eat?  As it turns out neither of those cars wound up behind me.  Someone lollygagged in line, so I ended up with a minivan behind me. 

After a momentary panic that the vehicle would be full of starving children and my bill would be over $40, I pulled up to the cashier and said I wanted to pay for the lady behind me.  The cashier took it all in stride - like it happens all the time.  I gave her a calling card to give to the other driver (whose bill was a whopping $5), and left.   I tried to watch her reaction in my rear view mirror but OF COURSE my order was already dangling out the second window, so I had to move it.

Wednesday, March 6, 2013

52 Weeks of Kindness - Week 9

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This post rated C for Cody
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For this week's act of kindness, I slipped a dollar into each of the three vending machines at work and left.

It wasn't easy.  With 70 employees and one break room, it's hard to find a time when the room is vacant.  

Not even 30 minutes later, I noticed the vending machine guy had parked outside. I'd completely forgotten it was fill-the-machines-day.  I panicked.  Would the credits would be lost if he opened up the machine?

I concocted a reason to go into the break room to oh-so-casually check the machines.  The credits were gone and the vending guy was still out pulling goodies out of his truck -- our staff acts FAST.



Monday, March 4, 2013

Mock Me Monday

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This post is rated C for Cody
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I can't sing.  At all.  Back in school when music class was mandatory, I lip synced my way through and only actually sang if the teacher happened to walk directly in front of me.  I was excited to get into junior high so music became an elective.

Nowadays, the only time I sing is when I'm alone AND the music is so loud I can't hear myself.  If you've ever heard alley cats trying to kill each other at 3 a.m. you get a sense of what I sound like.  So for the good of mankind, I keep my caterwauling to myself.

I went to see Maroon 5 with my daughter this weekend.  Had a great time.  There's something cathartic about being part of a crowd, screaming and cheering before, during, and after each number.  My daughter was a little surprised to hear her sensible mama screaming and "WOOOOO-ing" her head off.  

I brought my camera to video tape some of my favorite songs.  I knew the quality would be compromised since we were in the nosebleeds and my camera's not professional grade.  That was okay, though, I wanted the memory of the moment -- to capture some of the energy of the evening.

The whole video thing backfired, though.  First there was a guy in front of us with a rather large head that kept swaying to the music, so I had to move the camera to the left then right then left again to keep his noggin from blocking the view of the stage.  I did a bit of swaying myself so the camera got jostled quite a bit as I wiggled and jiggled to the beat.  If I managed to stand still, I'd get wrapped up in the moment and find the camera focus drifted off to the ceiling. Ugh.

But that's not the worst part. Even though the decibel level of the arena was beyond deafening, my camera somehow managed to pick up me singing along.  My daughter made the discovery when we replayed the videos at the hotel after the show.  There's no denying it, it's my off-key voice wailing along at full volume.  

Now I know why the little girl on my other side kept looking at me strangely all night.  It's not every day you hear a grown woman imitate a cat fight in front of 20,000 people.

If you'll excuse me, it's time to hide those files before my daughterling posts them online for the masses.