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food life

on ravioli

The husband thought he was going to be out for awhile last night, so I was left to my own devices for dinner.  But then when he came home earlier than expected and hungry for a dinner of his own, I offered up my leftovers.

me: Do you want some ravioli?  I had extra.

the husband: um, half a can of ravioli?  That’s not very much.

me:  <blink> <blink> No, it’s real ravioli.  <Getts tupperware from fridge to illustrate point> See?

the husband: <eyes warily>

me: There’s no sauce on it, you can put sauce on it.

the husband: <eyes warily>

me: They just have a little olive oil to keep them from all sticking together.

the husband:  hmm.  <Gets bread from the cupboard>  I think I’ll have a bologna sandwich.

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life

hello again!

My nearly illiterate brother (not really, I just call him that because he never reads my ever-so-enlightening blog) has noticed that my content has not changed in awhile – and so that means I really, really need to update!

So, here they come …

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life

a well-trained son

A conversation with the husband:

me: Guess what I just set our luggage-lock combination to!  It’s  three numbers.

the husband: 4-21

me: Oh?

the husband: <sensing the danger>

me: And … what happened on 4-21?

the husband: <thinking> My mom was born.

me: hmm.  That’s not the combination.

the husband: When did we get married again?

Guess he’s not gonna get to wear any clean clothes on our trip …

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food life travel

where the wind comes sweepin’ down the plain

Since I know y’all are dying to hear about our exploits in Oklahoma, here they are!

The husband’s father lives in a little bitty Oklahoma town.  The kind of place that you have a long drive ahead of you AFTER you fly as close as you can get.

Our flight itself was uneventful, but when we landed in Dallas, the husband and I started hearing a chorus of ‘Michael Jackson? Michael Jackson!’ murmured throughout the plane.  As we turned on our phones to consult the internetz about the king of pop, we were quite shocked to learn of his sudden death.

But, anyway, you might be wondering why we flew to Dallas if we were going to Oklahoma.  And that would be because it was the cheapest-closest flight I could find to Broken Bow, OK.

We got our rental car, and drove to Broken Bow (but not without a pit-stop at Sonic!)  On our way, I chatted with the sister-in-law on the phone, and found out she was ambushing us with a family portrait the next day.  A great idea, I had to admit, as it was rare that the 5 of us (father, daughter, granddaughter, son, daughter-in-law) would actually be in the same place at the same time, but I hadn’t even packed makeup for the trip.  Or a nice shirt!

When we rolled into town, it was late, so we found our room at the Microtel Inn and checked in.  It was very basic, but it was clean.  Definitely worth checking out, if you ever find yourself needing a room in Broken Bow.

The next morning, the rest of the family met us at our hotel, and we all crammed into the rental car for a trip to Texarkana for the pictures.  There was a slight issue with missing seat belts in the backseat, but luckily I have long, skinny arms, so I remedied that.  We stopped for breakfast at a great little place (wish I could remember the name, for future reference …), and headed on our way.

We had an appointment at the Arkansas Wal-Mart, so we headed to the Arkansas half of Texarkana to be memorialized.  We were a little early, so I headed to the makeup aisle in an attempt to purtify myself.  I bought a product from about all the major players (Maybelline, Almay, Covergirl and … Bonne Bell … shut up!  They do make makeup!  Oh wait, not for grown ups?  Drat …) and made myself up in the bathroom.

The father-in-law used up his quarters buying the girls tiny ‘hello kitties’ out of a vending machine, and the boy a tiny farm animal.  (The husband doesn’t know this, but his little pony is now tucked away in my ‘tiny trinket’ box that I use to hold my smashed pennies and collected shells and rocks.  Oops, I guess he knows now …)

Unfortunately, the photo ladies had just gotten a new camera that morning, since their old camera had broken the previous day.  And they didn’t know how to use it.  So, could we please wait until they figured it out?

The father-in-law had wandered away during the new-camera fiasco, and the husband found him at the airbrushed-t-shirt ‘store’ next to the portrait studio.  Having a t-shirt made.  With a bare-bottomed little cowboy.  For the husband, of course!  Once we caught him, he let the girls pick out their own airbrush designs (I got a ‘super girl’ logo!), and then we headed back to the portrait studio.  They had given up, and made us an appointment at the Texas Wal-mart.  So we headed to the Texas half of Texarkana for our pictures.

We made it to the other Texarkana Wal-mart, got our pictures taken, selected the photo package, and were finally ready for lunch.

Long John Silver’s!  They sure know how to do fast food in Oklahoma.  Er, Arkansas.  Er Texas.  Wherever we were at that point …

We headed back to Broken Bow and relaxed in the father-in-law’s wonderfully air conditioned house.  Because in June, it is HOT in Oklahohoma-Arkansas-Texas.  Really hot.  The kind of hot that I don’t like.  We caught some Michael Jackson on tv, because, well, that’s all that was on that weekend.  Even in Oklahoma.  🙂

We discussed going to Transformers and opted against it, and found out it was too late for Bingo.  So we headed to the Oaks Steak House, and I had the best french dip sandwich I have ever had.  Not that I’m an expert on such things, I can almost count all the french dip sandwiches I’ve eaten in my life, but it was good.  And so cheap!  I guess you don’t have to charge an arm and a leg for your food when you aren’t paying through the nose for your rent.   The rest of the family had chicken fried steak.  (Except for the niece, who had a baked potato.  Being 6 definitely has its perks!  There are no rules on what you have to eat for dinner.)

We watched Taken back at the father-in-law’s house, then the husband and I had to call it a night.

The next morning, we breakfasted in the hotel (cereal and bagels!  breakfast of champions), then met up with the rest of the family and headed down to Broken Bow Lake for some horseback riding.

First, we rode the train.  Which is meant for little people, but given that it was really HOT, it was nice to be moving fast enough to feel a breeze.  Then we caught lunch in the park; the rest of the family got grilled ham & cheese, while I had a dang good slice of dang good pie.  (Pineapple and pecans, how can you say no to that?)

The girls went on the horseback ride, and I have to say, I am way too bony to enjoy horseback riding.  It was my first horseback ride, and may very well be my last.  Unless they make padded saddles, I could get on board with that …

We then headed over to one of the aunt’s houses, who was having a pool party.  (Because it was HOT, have I mentioned that?)  I met some aunts and uncles and cousins, and had a second lunch (or perhaps a real lunch …) of good, southern potluck-style cooking.  We all opted to chill out in the air-conditioned inside – well, all except the niece; what 6-year-old can turn down a pool?

After the big family reunion, it was unfortunately time for the husband and I to head back.  We had a room near the Dallas airport that evening, since our flight left the following morning.

We caught dinner at Whataburger on our drive back (yummy stuff, I promise!), and then checked into the Holiday Inn.

Our room was HUGE.  Like as big as some apartments I’ve lived in.  And it was new, and luxuriantly appointed.  The nicest Holiday Inn I’ve ever stayed at for sure.  (DFW South Holiday Inn, FWIW.)  And for the same price as our Microtel Inn, go figure.  Cushy carpet, fluffy towels, flatscreen tv, leather sofa.  I considered moving there.  And then I remembered I missed my cats.  /sigh

We made it back to Virginia safely, and it was nice to be back in civilization.  But, I have to say, it was also nice to be reminded that you can survive just fine without being plugged in all the time.  Cell phones and the interwebz aren’t quite as vital to life as, say, oxygen.  🙂

(I know this post is long, but the husband has long-term memory problems when it comes to remembering trips he’s been on, so I wanted to capture the details for him.  So when he forgets, he can just read about it, and be all ‘Oh yeah!  That WAS a good time!’  You know, instead of having to take my word for it.  Because sometimes my word turns out a little more in my favor than his …)

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knitting life travel

still breathing

Since the dad is worried about whether or not I’m still alive, I just thought I’d post to say Oklahoma was better than I expected, Berkeley Springs was great, and I’ve been knitting like crazy.  I think I’m seriously addicted …. Anybody want some women’s size medium wool socks?

(To the sister:  I’ve got some fun socks that are shaping up to be a women’s small, I think, after I get them washed.  So those will likely be heading your way.)

Depending on my mood in the coming days, I may or may not expound on the trips mentioned above.  I feel like I should give Berkeley Springs a proper review, as google analytics tells me that no less than 8 people have found my site by googling for ‘Berkeley Springs’.  That almost overtakes ‘cowgirl pants’ as the all-time search-term winner.

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life

escapin’ my shape

When I was in college, I found a fun little online survey that purported to tell the future of my body.   I plugged in the numbers, answered the questions (‘mostly sedentary’), and got my results.  It had a big warning for me:  If I did not change my eating and/or exercise habits, by the time I was 40, I would weigh 140 pounds.

I considered it for a second and decided that at 5’6″, 140 pounds was a perfectly reasonable weight.  It is at the top of the so-called recommended weight chart limit, but it IS within the recommended limit.  I was perfectly ok with leaving behind my closet of size 2’s and 4’s and building a wardrobe of double-digit sizes.

I’m now halfway there – both in time and in weight.  It seems the survey was right on track for me.  What I had not considered, however, was that I might not put the weight on evenly.  The lower half of my body is now perfectly at home in a size 10.  And yet, the upper half of my body has not changed much.  I can still make out my rib cage.  And so my options are to either start having my clothing custom-made … or to trim down my lower half.  (The husband suggested a third option, but having surgery to, um, enhance the parts that have not kept up seems a little extreme.)

I dug out an exercise book I bought a few years back, and decided to see if it held up to what it promised.  It classifies people into different body types (hourglass, cone, ruler, spoon) and has an exercise regimen for each of them.  I found the ‘spoon’ workout, and got to work.  (I so prefer the idea of being a ‘spoon’ to being a ‘pear’ – even though both are bottom heavy, a pear just seems more sluggish and doomed to its fate.  Spoons are much more sleek.)

I took my measurements so that I would be able to track my progress.  Two weeks in, I had lost half an inch in my hips.  And nothing anywhere else.   Half an inch is still progress, so it didn’t dissuade me – and two weeks isn’t much time.

I just hit the 4 week mark and re-measured.  Since I started, I have dropped an inch in my hips, half an inch in each thigh, and half an inch in my waist.  And, thankfully, nuthin’ up top.  🙂

So, 4 weeks in with 2 and a half inches lost in the exact places I want them gone – that sounds pretty good to me.  I don’t expect to lose a whole lot more – maybe another 2 or 3 inches total – but that’ll be enough to trim my lower half back down into the single-digits.  (Which wouldn’t be necessary if I was capable of putting on weight anywhere other than my butt …)

So if you’re looking to Escape Your Shape, the entirely too excitable Edward Jackowski might just be onto something.

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confession general complaints home improvements life

allergies, shmallergies

So the husband and I went in for our allergy testing this morning.  While he is no doubt more allergic than I, I do experience some spring-time misery.  I spend minimal time outside in the spring to avoid the crushing sinus headache that always hits once I’ve hit my limit;  in bad tree-pollen years, such as we had a few years back, just walking to and from the car is enough to do the damage.

Turns out, after 52 scratch tests and 7 injection tests, that I am allergic to nothing.  nada.  There was no swelling or itching, just cute little pink dots at each of the test sites.

On the other hand, after 52 scratch tests and 3 injections tests, the husband is allergic to EVERYTHING.  Trees, grass, weeds, mold, dust mites, and cats.  Yeah, cats – like the two little darlings that sleep in the room with us every night, and who are unlikely to be banished anytime soon due to the husband’s general, um, pushover nature when it comes to the cats.

So the husband will soon be starting his allergy shot regimen, going in weekly for the next 6 months, to hopefully be desensitized to all of the ‘poisons’ that are currently plaguing him.  After 6 months, he has 4 and a half years of monthly visits to look forward to.  After a year, though, he should see a significant reduction in his allergies, and should be able to tone down the meds he needs to take.

I, on the other hand, suffer from a malady known as ‘non-allergic rhinitis.’  Which basically means I have all the same symptoms – runny nose, itchy throat, congestion, sinus headache – but not for the same reason.  My nose is extra-sensitive, and anything sets it off.  Like, say, huge amounts of tree pollen floating through the air.  Or the dust in my office – my coworkers have given up on the ‘bless-yous’, seeing as I’m just a fit of sneezes all day long.

My treatment involves a lifetime of nasal sprays and neti-pots.  There is no way to train my nose to give it up already.  [sigh]  Though, at least now I know I can give up the anti-histamines, seeing as I don’t seem to be having a histamine response.  [achoo!]  Excuse me.

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life

tax evasion

The man who sold us our house hasn’t paid his taxes in 3 years; the IRS and Social Security peeps keep sending us his mail. And we keep on sendin’ it back.

And he called himself a financial planner …

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confession life

the sweet sounds of children playing …

Oh, the crying and the screaming and the yelling and the blaming on what’s supposed to be a fun snow day. I can’t help but think I’m glad I don’t have any of my own to contend with …

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life

couldn’t resist


Your Word is “Fearless”


You see life as your one chance to experience everything, and you just go for it!

You believe the biggest risk is being afraid and missing out on something amazing.Sometimes your fearlessness means you’re daring. You enjoy risky activities.

And sometimes your fearlessness means you’re courageous. You’re brave enough to do the right thing, even when it’s scary.

What’s Your Word?