Wednesday, December 31, 2008

Last Day of 2008

Let me start off by saying I feel so much better today! Dr. M's nurse called earlier and talked to me for awhile and made me feel so much better mentally about how I'm feeling. She said it's totally normal after the surgery I had because the stenosis was so severe to still have pain for up to 3-4 more weeks. (I don't think that sentence makes sense, but you know what I mean) And if I need the pain medicine, they'll refill it and not to worry about that. I guess I just needed someone "official" to tell me all of that. You never know if family is just telling you something just to make you feel better.

Anyway, so I feel much better in my head than I have been, and it even made me feel a litle better physically too. I even got out for the first time since surgery and drove to the pharmacy and got my meds, went and got myself some bigger tops to wear since all I had were too small (dammit), and I stopped at the pet store and got $42 worth of dog toys for my babies. They're gonna be so happy when I show them later. I think Fletch is the only one who suspects I might have them because he was jumping up to look on the counter and sniffing in the air at the bags. I faked him out by covering up the bags of toys with a towel and showing him an onion I had up there in a plastic bag. "See, Fletch? There isn't anything up here for you. It's just an onion."

We're not doing anything special for New Year's Eve. I'd be surprised if I'm even awake when the ball drops at midnight.

Y'all have a safe and happy new year!

Tuesday, December 30, 2008

More Soup

I made this soup last night for dinner. It was so good, y'all. It's really nothing special, but I guess I was hungry and it really hit the spot. I got the recipe out of Taste of Home's Simple & Delicious Magazine. This recipe makes a bunch, so half it unless you are feeding a bunch of people or want a lot of leftovers.

Zesty Hamburger Soup

1 lb ground beef
2 cups sliced celery
1 cup chopped onion
2 tsp minced garlic
4 cups hot water
2 medium red potatoes, peeled & cubed
2 cups frozen corn
1 1/2 cups uncooked small shell pasta
4 jarred jalapeno slices
32 oz. V8 juice (4 cups)
2 cans (10 oz each) Rotel tomatoes, undrained
1-2 Tbsp sugar

In a Dutch oven, cook the beef, celery, onion, and garlic over medium heat until meat is no longer pink; drain. Stir in the water, potatoes, corn, pasta, and jalapeno.

Bring to a boil. Reduce heat, cover and simmer for 10-15 minutes or until pasta & potatoes are tender. Stir in the remaining ingredients. Cook and stir until heated through.

I didn't realize it until I just typed this that I forgot to add the sugar at the end. It was still good though. We did need to add salt because the V8 juice had enough in it I guess, but black pepper was a must.

Nutrition Facts: 1 1/2 cups equals 221 calories, 5 g fat (2 g saturated), 22 mg cholesterol, 548 mg sodium, 33 g carbs, 4 g fiber, 13 g protein.

I just took a long nap and dreamed that I was in the hospital because somebody in my family was having a baby, and Adam Sandler was there because his wife was having a baby too. Then suddenly I was working part-time at the hospital and I was told they wanted to hire me full-time, but I had to talk to Adam Sandler first because he was the one who made the final decision. And it was for more money than I'd ever made before. That's all I can remember, and that's enough because it was stupid. Get out of my dreams, Adam Sandler.

Monday, December 29, 2008


Uh-oh. The tears and crying I predicted in one of my last few entries are here. It just hit me a few minutes ago. Instead of letting it get a good grip on me, I got on the computer and came here to make another entry. That might stave it off or eliminate it altogether.

Don't even read this unless you want to hear a bunch of whining. I just want to write it all down and maybe it will help.

I just don't feel good, and I feel like I should be having less pain and more energy. My throat still hurts (not as bad as right after surgery) and I feel like I have a wad of gum or something stuck in there near my Adam's Apple, my neck and shoulders hurt like a big bee-otch, my lower back is aching, and my ears are stuffed up to the point where everything sounds like it's coming out of a tin can. In a nutshell, I feel like I'm 97 years old.

Y'all don't need to write me or call me and tell me it's okay and it's only been a little over a week, etc, etc. I know that. I guess my brain is just wired to feel sad and focus on all the bad stuff when I don't feel well. WAH.

Barnaby just knocked on the front door. He bought me a new computer because mine has been acting up lately, and I can't wait until it explodes on me when I'm trying to get work done to replace it. He was disappointed about there not being any cookies. I guess he was looking forward to them. Maybe I can make a half-batch before he gets home and surprise him. The main reason I don't want to make them is because it will make a mess in my kitchen and I don't want to face cleaning it up.

The dogs have really been angels today with me being here by myself. And L.B. ate every bit of his chicken baby food, so I think he's feeling better. All of them took a two-hour nap with me earlier and didn't act like starving fools when it was time for their afternoon feeding. I should make them some homemade dog biscuits when I make the cookies. I've never done that before, but I know there are recipes out there for them.

I just realized that I have a headache along with everything else. Gah. I can't type anymore.

End of self-centered whine-fest. I'm going to go try and focus on something besides myself. Now there's a novel idea.

Is it Monday?

I can't keep the days straight.

Okay, so I wasn't in the best frame of mind when I wrote yesterday's entry. Maybe today will be better.

My mom called last night and wants to come over and help with the dogs or house-cleaning or whatever since Barnaby went back to work today. I told her last night that I'd call her around noon and let her know how I felt. I mentioned that Barnaby was wanting some cookies, and that might be a good thing she could do when/if she comes over. I have tons of baking ingredients that I had bought in anticipation of making Christmas goodies, but I didn't use any of it because of surgery. In fact, I missed Christmas altogether, come to think of it. I'm not a big Christmas person so that was fine with me. But I digress.

So I have tons of chocolate chips, butterscotch chips, powdered sugar, plain old sugar, etc., with which to make cookies and candy. But now I'm reconsidering the whole baking of cookies thing because I WEIGHED THIS MORNING and recoiled in horror at the number I saw. Ugh.

I'll call my mom and cancel the cooking-baking, but she can still come over if she wants to sit here and watch me sit here. I don't want her doing my laundry or cleaning my house, although both of those things need to be done. Especially the vacuuming. Five dogs and a cat = lots of hair to vacuum up. Plus, the weather has been nice enough the past few days to leave the back door open so Fletcher and Sammi can run in and out at will, and they both love to drag in leaves and twigs and even whole branches into the living room. All that stuff needs to be vacuumed up. I don't know why since they'll just drag in more stuff.

I need to get Barnaby to take a picture of my neck so y'all can see the incision on my neck. It really healed fast, and doesn't look too bad. My sister has had this surgery twice, and I think her scar is a little bit lower on her neck than mine is. She'll have to come over so we can compare scars.

Something weird is up with my ears/hearing. They feel like they are both stopped up, and I can't hear very well at all. I can hear a constant ringing sound, which is normal for me, but it seems worse. It's probably the meds or something. I'm not one to get ear infections.

Eww...I'm watching Regis & Kelly right now and Rick Springfield is performing right now. It's not good.

I'm sick of my hair being short. Unfortunately, there's nothing I can do about it except wear a hat, and I look ridiculous in any kind of hat. I'm pretty sure it's too short to pin it up and wear some of that hair I bought last summer. I'm just too lazy to try it right now anyway.

Little Boy hasn't been feeling well the last few days. He's not eating or participating in any of Fletcher and Sammi's shenanigans. Hopefully it's just a stomach bug and he'll get better soon. I guess I'll offer him some chicken baby food and some white rice at their next meal time. I still have some left over from when Sammi was sick last time.

I'll stop rambling now. I need to call my mom and do a little crocheting. Thank goodness I can still crochet without my neck hurting. It would really suck if I couldn't at least do that.


Sunday, December 28, 2008

My Crappy List

1. I feel like crap.

2. I look like crap.

3. My computer is running so slow, it's just crap.

4. I went for a crappy walk around the crappy block to hopefully lift my crappy spirits, but it didn't work.

5. I know things could be much worse, but I don't want to hear that crap.

6. Just plain crap.

7. Number 7 is the end of my crappy list.

8. Just for good measure....CRAP one more time.


Okay, here's the deal. I've been trying to do without the prescription pain meds and just take the muscle relaxer and over-the-counter Tylenol, but it just doesn't work. I'm afraid I will run out of the medicine that does work and the doctor won't refill it, and I'll just sit here and hurt from now on. The after-surgery instructions my doctor gave me say that I should cut out the pain medicine 3-4 DAYS after surgery and just use over-the-counter stuff. I feel like it will be 3-4 WEEKS before I am to the point where that might work. I also feel like everyone (whoever that is) will think I'm just being a baby or I'm a crack whore for pain medicine if I ask to refill it.

And the GUILT! Gah. I hate guilt. I am the Queen of Guilty Feelings. I bet I've apologized to anyone who will listen a thousand times. I'm sorry I'm inconveniencing you, I'm sorry I asked you to get me some water, I'm sorry I had to have surgery, I'm sorry I need pain medicine still, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!

Why do I do that? I know it's not my fault, but I feel the need to apologize.

I'm sorry, but I have to go now.

Wednesday, December 24, 2008

Progress, Maybe

Ugh. Getting over this surgery is slow going, folks. It will be one week since surgery tomorrow, but it only feels like a couple of days. The days and nights are all blurring together.

Barnaby went back to work today, and my mom came over and stayed a couple of hours with me this afternoon. She fed the dogs and let them in and out 167 times, they were jumping in her lap, trying to give her kisses, licking her socks, bringing her toys, and generally just begging for attention. Because we all know they never get any around here.

I think I felt a little better today than I have been. Maybe I'm on the upswing now. I know better than to start doing more things just because I'm feeling better. Sure as I do, I'll have a relapse and feel bad again for a day or two. It's my experience that I'm due for a day where I cry and feel all depressed and sorry for myself. It's the anesthetic that does that to some people, so I'm told. It seems to happen to me every time I have surgery about a week afterwards.

Okay, it's 8:30 p.m. It's close enough to bedtime for me. Nightie-night.

Sunday, December 21, 2008

A Quick Hello

I'm alive and well after surgery. It'll be at least another week or so before I'll be blogging regularly. It hurts. I think my sister told me a lie when she said she didn't hurt after surgery. I'm sure she was just trying to help me not be anymore freaked out than I was.

My family has been great through this whole deal. And Barnaby is being a really good nurse. He'll be staying home with me at least until next Wednesday

Thanks for your thoughts and prayers everybody.


Monday, December 15, 2008

Yep, Surgery

The neurosurgeon agrees with everything the other doctor said. I'm scheduled for surgery on Thursday morning. I should be able to come home on Friday.

I'm not really freaked out about it anymore. It's something I just have to do. I have no choice unless I fancy becoming a quadriplegic. The doctor will go in through the front of my neck, remove the disk, and replace it with some kind of plastic. The good news is I don't have to wear a C-collar after surgery. I was really happy to hear that. I was almost dreading that more than the surgery itself.

Weather Report: The high temperature yesterday was 80 degrees. A cold front came in last night, and it's been really cold all day. It's currently 27 degrees. I just saw on the news that the high tomorrow will be 37. Brrrr! Love it.

Menu: Leftover Chicken Divan (See recipe in previous entry)

On the Crochet Hook: A scarf for my youngest son, and I always have an afghan or two going.

Wearing: Mens Pajama Pants, socks, and a Hanes t-shirt. (Yes, I'm hot.)

Current Food Obsession: Bob's Sweet Stripes Candy Canes (the soft ones)

On TV: Probably Antiques Roadshow for an hour and then some episodes of Cash Cab we have recorded. We have over 100 episodes recorded! We did that because of the holidays coming up. There's never anything to watch.

Reading: The latest Star Magazine, and a book by Joan Hess called Strangled Prose. It's the first in a series of Claire Malloy Mysteries. It's good. I'm about half-way through it.

Have a great evening! Bye.

Sunday, December 14, 2008

Aaron's Scarf

Here's the scarf I made for my son, Aaron. He requested one done in black, blue, and tan stripes. I used a multi colored yarn with tan in it instead of using plain tan. It's done using Vanna's Choice yarn in Black and Colonial Blue, and ILTY in Blue Camo Stripe.

The pattern I used is for an afghan called Warm Stripes in the 2006 Leisure Arts booklet "Fireside Afghans." I just used different colors and varied the color sequence.

Saturday, December 13, 2008

Quick Chicken Divan

I made this for lunch today, and it was great! It's a keeper.
Quick Chicken Divan

2 (10-oz) pkgs frozen cut broccoli
2 cooked chicken breasts, chopped (I used 2 big cans white chunks)
1 (10.75-oz) Cream of Chicken soup, undiluted
1 (10.75-oz) Cream of Mushroom soup, undiluted
1/2 cup mayonnaise
1 Tbsp lemon juice
1 1/2 cups shredded cheese (I used Colby/Monterrey Jack mixed)
Cooked white rice

Preheat oven to 350. Place broccoli in the bottom of a 13" x 9" baking dish that has been sprayed with cooking spray. Top with chicken. In a small bowl, mix soups, mayo, and lemon juice. Pour the mixture over the chicken. Top with cheese. Bake 40-45 minutes until bubbly and lightly browned. While this is baking, prepare your rice. Serve the chicken divan over the cooked rice.

Friday, December 12, 2008

Um, Uh, Er, Um...

I expected to be out of the MRI place by 2:00 since I was told it would only take 45 minutes and it started at 1:00. Flash forward to me walking out the door at 3:15.

Now flash forward about 15 minues later. I'm standing in line at Hobby Lobby where I ran in real quick to get some yarn after my MRI.

My cell phone rings really loudly (Pink Panther Theme Music), and I start rummaging through my purse to make it stop.

ME: Hello?

HIM: Is this Pam?

ME: Yes.

HIM: This is Dr. C. You had your MRI this afternoon, didn't you?

ME: (Thinking, "Uh-oh. This can't be good." I nearly said, "Nope, that wasn't me. Bye!") Yes, I did.

HIM: I wanted to wait until Monday so I wouldn't ruin your weekend, but you really need to know this.

ME: (Shitting a brick but not saying anything.)

HIM: You have a severely herniated disk in your neck. This is not something that I can fix with a shot of steroids like I did for your lower back. You're going to need surgery immediately. I'm not talking about you waiting until Christmas or anything. I'm talking about within the next week.

ME: Oh. (I'm a great conversationalist, no?)

HIM: I don't do this surgery so I'm referring you to the spinal surgeon in our group, Dr. B. He should be calling you to tell you what time to see him in his office on Monday morning.

I want you to understand that you need to be very careful and take care of yourself this weekend. Don't lift anything or do anything that could injure your neck further. Here is my cell phone number. Call me immediately if you notice any change or if you lose control of your bowels (WTF?) or have any worsening pain. You'll need to go to the ER and check into the hospital.

ME: What number is it?

HIM: Excuse me? What number is what?

ME: The number on my back. You know, the spinal numbers? (Gawd! Just shut-up, Pam! My inner idiot has kicked-in big time and I can't think of the right word. I've only spoken English a short time. I can feel my face flushing.)

HIM: Oh, I know what you mean. It's the disk between the C-5 and C-6 vertebrae.

ME: Oh, okay. Hmm.

We hang up a few minutes later, and by this time I've paid for my stuff at Hobby Lobby and am sitting in my car. Yes, I was that rude, annoying lady in line on her cell phone the whole time I was being checked out. You can suck it, people. I have a thing on my back number!

Now that I've had time to come out of my stunned brain cloud (that's a medical term, I'm sure), I've made plans to see a neurosurgeon that my cousin works for on Monday for a second opinion. He'll most likely be the one to do the surgery if he agrees with the diagnosis.

Just GAH! I'm freaking out.

Thursday, December 11, 2008

It's Soup Weather

This soup was served at Barnaby's poker game last night. He said it was really good.

Chicken & Wild Rice Soup
Makes 10 cups

1 small onion, chopped
1 cup shredded carrots
5 cups water
1 6.2-oz pkg fast-cooking long grain & wild rice mix
1 10-oz pkg frozen chopped broccoli
2 cups chopped cooked chicken (canned works)
1 8-oz pkg cream cheese, cubed
1 10-oz can Cream of Chicken soup, undiluted

Saute onion & carrots in a lightly greased Dutch oven over medium heat for five minutes.

Add 5 cups water, seasoning packet from rice mix, broccoli, and chicken. Bring to a boil and stir in the rice. Reduce heat, cover, and cook 5 minutes.

Add cream cheese and soup; cook, stirring constantly, 5 minutes or until cheese melts.

Serve immediately.

Wednesday, December 10, 2008

Meanwhile, Back at the Ranch...

I managed to get ready quickly and leave a little early for my doctor appointment today. I got in my truck, inserted the key, and NOTHING happened. Doh!

I ran in the house and called my mom & dad to see if they could come pick me up and take me to my doctor appointment. I dialed their number and Mom answered the phone but couldn’t hear me. I hung up and dialed my sister’s number to see if she could come get me really quick. I decided to call her first since I remembered that my mom is still in a cast from breaking her foot a few weeks ago. My sister couldn’t do it, and whilst talking to her on the phone, my cell phone rang AND somebody I recognized as a work client was beeping in on the Call Waiting line. I let that one just ring, and answered the other one which was my mom calling back to see if I’d just called her.

After all that rigmarole, my mom and dad came and got me and took me to the doctor. I walked up to the window exactly on time at 2:30. I got in quickly, and we were on our way back home in about 30 minutes.

The doctor wants me to have an MRI and a nerve test done to see if it’s a disk or a pinched nerve or the extra cervical rib thing causing my problems. The nerve test will also tell him if the numbness in my hand is from the neck problem or a completely unrelated problem like carpel tunnel.

I want my 20-year-old body back, please.
Yesterday Evening at Scotty's Place
Sammi says, "If I look really pathetic, maybe I'll get a cookie."

Abby: "I already ate a cookie out of the cat litter and now I don't feel so good."

Fletcher: "What is this crap on your back? It stinks!"
L.B.: "I didn't do nothin'."

Abby: "Oh, man. I really don't feel good."

Phoebe: "I shall lick my leg until it turns permanently brown and falls off."

Phoebe: "And then I'll smell it."

Phoebe: "And then I'll lick it some more."

L.B.: "Grrrrr! Do I look like that sexy vampire guy in Twilight?"

Phoebe: "Momma is fixin' to yell at me for licking my leg again, so I'll stop until she looks away."

Fletcher: "You're so pretty! Let me kiss you on the cheek."
Phoebe: "God, I hate him. I cannot lick my leg when he does that."

L.B.: "I think I'm horny."

Sammi: "I'm going to go over here and look pathetic again. Maybe I'll get a Pringle from Daddy."

L.B.: "Yep, I'm horny! I'll just do a sneak attack while she's distracted."

Fletcher: "What the hell are you eating NOW?"

Phoebe: "Licking makes me sleepy."

Tuesday, December 09, 2008

Call Me Pick

Mildred Barton Presley or “Aunt Pick,” was my grandfather’s sister. She got the nickname Pick from her father when she was a little girl. He’d say, “There’s Daddy’s little pickananny,” and then it got shortened to just Pick. I never knew her as anything else.

Aunt Pick had the most beautiful skin you’ve ever seen. It looked exactly like the skin of a peach, but it was ivory colored. My sisters and I would always ask her what she used on her face that made it so pretty. She’d laugh the way only Aunt Pick laughed, “Shoo-hoo-hoo-hoo!” and say, “I use Crisco right out of the can every night like cold cream!” Then she’d show us that she had a big can of Crisco sitting on her dressing table.

Now about Aunt Pick’s laugh. She said the word “shoot” a lot, and I guess her laugh was just a condensed version of that word. “Shoo-hoo-hoo-hoo!” I can still hear her plain as day. And she was always laughing, too. She seemed to be perpetually happy and pleasant. She must have taken after her mother, my Great Granny Barton, who was always happy. I never heard her or Granny Barton say a cross word about anything.

Aunt Pick was always heavy, as far as I know. She told me a story one time about how she fell in the parking lot of the grocery store, and she was so fat, she couldn’t get up. She said, “I just rolled around and rolled around in that parking lot, and couldn’t get myself up! Shoo-hoo-hoo-hoo!” She had tears in her eyes when she told me because she was laughing so much.

I tell you all these things about Aunt Pick just to say that I’m going to look just like Aunt Pick if I don’t go on a diet and put a halt to stuffing my face with whatever, whenever I want. I’ve just been ignoring it and pretending it isn’t so. I’ll be attempting to lose weight, yet again, starting on December 26th. Ho-Hum. Same shit, different day.

It’s a necessary evil though. Aunt Pick died when she was 73 years old (I believe that’s the right age?). She was in her bathroom one morning putting on her make-up when her husband heard her fall. She’d had a heart attack and died right there. Unless I want to die in a similar fashion, I need to do something about my weight, which I supposedly have some control over. I don’t feel good or look good either, and that bothers me more than anyone knows.

When I do keel over some day, I know Aunt Pick will be there with open arms to welcome me to the other side where it won’t matter if I’m fat or skinny.

The Brat

Just a Tuesday

I finished making this camo scarf for Barnaby this morning. It only took about 20 minutes to finish, and it's been sitting in a box since October waiting. It's super-soft. It feels like rabbit fur or something really soft like that.

For those of you who care: I used Bernat Camouflage yarn, and it's just a simple chain until it's as wide as you want it, then alternating sc/dc all the way across first row, chain 1, turn and dc in sc and sc in dc across the next row, chain 2, turn. Repeat rows until it's as long as you want.

I should get out today just for the sake of getting out and not continuing to be a hermit, but I'm not going to. I like being a hermit. I don't think I've been out of the house for a week now, other than a quick run to the corner store and drive-thru bank. I worked an hour or so this morning, and plan on crocheting and doing some laundry the rest of the afternoon.

I've just got to share this. This dog is so happy! CLICK HERE to check it out. It'll make you smile. Harry Connick, Jr. ain't too bad to listen to either. My friend, Teener, sent it to me.

Monday, December 08, 2008

Two Cookie Recipes

The first one I saw on Martha Stewart's show this morning. They sounded really good, so I went to her Website and printed the recipe:

Pinched Orange Macaroons
Makes 5 dozen

2 large egg whites
1/8 teaspoon pure almond extract
1/2 cup confectioners' sugar, sifted, plus more for rolling and coating
1 pound almond paste
Zest of 1 orange
1 tablespoon orange liqueur, such as Grand Marnier or Cointreau

Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Line 2 baking sheets with nonstick baking mats; set aside. In the bowl of an electric mixer fitted with the paddle attachment, combine 1 egg white and almond extract. Add confectioners' sugar and almond paste; beat until creamy, about 2 minutes. Add orange zest and orange liqueur; beat to combine, about 1 minute.

Lightly dust work surface with confectioners' sugar. Turn dough out onto work surface; roll into two 3/4-inch-thick logs, about 18 inches long. Cut each log crosswise into 30 1/2-inch pieces. Roll each piece into a ball.

Lightly beat remaining egg white. Coat each ball with egg white and roll in sugar, tapping to remove excess; transfer to prepared baking sheets. Let stand at room temperature for 30 minutes.

Pinch each piece of dough with three fingers to form an irregular pyramid shape. Bake until lightly golden, about 15 minutes. Transfer baking sheet to a wire rack and cool completely. Store in an airtight container up to 1 week

The second cookie is one I made Sunday afternoon. The recipe is from the Cookbook my sister gave me for my birfday, along with a picture of the ones I made.

Libby's Lacy Chocolate Crisps
Makes 60 cookies

1/2 cup light corn syrup
1/3 cup butter
1/2 cup brown sugar
1/8 tsp salt
4 oz. semisweet baking chocolate (not chips)
1 cup flour
2/3 cup sweetened shredded coconut

Set the oven rack in the middle position and preheat oven to 350 degrees F. Prepare a 14-inch by 16-inch baking sheet by spraying it with cooking spray.
Heat corn syrup and butter in a heavy 2-quart saucepan over medium heat, swirling with a wooden spoon until butter is melted. Add brown sugar, salt, and chocolate, and stir. Bring to a boil and remove from heat. Add flour and coconut. Still until well mixed.

Drop mixture by *teaspoons onto baking sheet, at least 2-1/2 to 3 inches apart and no more than 12 cookies per sheet (see warning above and trust me, only put 8!). Bake 10 minutes or until crisps bubble vigorously and develop lacy holes. (10 minutes was exactly right for mine.) Let cool two minutes on baking sheet, then transfer cookies to a rack and cool completely. Store between sheets of wax paper in a covered tin.
*Warning: When the recipe says, "Drop mixture by teaspoons onto baking sheet," they really mean measured teaspoons, not the regular teaspoons that you use at the table. I made six pans of them, and only the last two pans came out correctly. Next time I make these, I'm only going to put 8 on a cookie sheet at a time. I could not get it into my head that the dough balls needed to be very small with lots of room in between them. They really spread out and will run into each other just making a big blob instead of pretty, individual cookies.

These are very thin and crispy. They'd be good with vanilla ice cream.

This is a dish mat I made for my mom at her request. She wanted a really big one like I made for my sister. We all use these on our kitchen counters to dry dishes on.

Saturday, December 06, 2008

Boring Weekend

I keep walking around the house sighing heavily because I'm bored. I don't want to go anywhere either. Nothing sounds good to eat, but I keep thinking I'm hungry. I'll open the panty and stare for awhile, then open the refrigerator and stare in there for awhile. There's nothing good on TV. Everything is just BLAH. I probably should go take a shower and put some make-up on and force myself to get out of the house, but I don't want to.

I know what's the matter with me. It's this stupid neck/shoulder thing. It's bugging the crap out of me. It feels like I have a 20-lb bowling ball on my head. It aches constantly and I've had a headache nearly every day. I'm supposed to go back to the doctor this coming Wednesday. Ugh. I don't want to do that either.

(I just deleted most of the above paragraph because all it was was a bunch of whining about medical costs, our shitty insurance, and me having some bodily pain to complain about all the time. WAH.)

We didn't buy any furniture yesterday because it all looked cheap and crappy. That's pretty much what I figured, but I wanted to go look anyway. We didn't go to a regular furniture store. We went to Garden Ridge to look at the furniture they had advertized in a flyer we got. I should have known it was going to be crap.

We did have a good lunch at a Japanese restaurant, though. I had some salmon with a teriyake glaze, miso soup, two pieces of a California roll, and rice. It was all very good.

I think I'll go make a pot of coffee (It's 3:00), and look at a cookbook. I got two big, thick ones at a garage sale for 50 cents each a couple of weeks ago and haven't looked at them yet. Maybe I'll get inspired to make something. Exept my ass is already too large and I really shouldn't.

I hope you're all having a nice weekend. I'm going to go and try to adjust my attitude.

Friday, December 05, 2008

I'm Embarrassed Again

I spelled "embarrassed" wrong in that last entry. Good thing I don't spell for a living. Oh, wait. I DO SPELL FOR A LIVING. Ha-ha! I just noticed that Blogger has a spell-checker function, but you have to remember to press that button every time. It's not built-in like in Microsoft Word.

I'm in a hurry to finish my work this morning because I'm meeting Barnaby for lunch and furniture shopping. We're shopping for two club chairs with ottomans and two bar stools. So I gotta go.

Thursday, December 04, 2008

How Embarassing

I asked Barnaby to order THIS for me online last week. He was kind enough to do so, BUT, unbeknownst to me, he put my name as "Hottie Pam" with my last name AND put the wrong address on it. He was only off by one number so one of my neighbors got it. It just so happens that it was a neighbor who is new to the neighborhood and we have not met.

The company called me this morning and left a message saying that my order had been delivered to the wrong address, and whoever received it had called them to tell them they had it. They were calling to get my correct mailing address so they could call this person back.

I got my courage up to go tell my new neighbor that I am "Hottie Pam,", and may I have my package please? Thankfully, as I stepped out the front door, the box was on our porch. I guess they figured it out somehow and brought it over and left it there. I'm surprised they didn't ring the doorbell so they could get a look at "Hottie Pam" and see if she is indeed Hot. What a surprise they would get seeing me answer the door in my mismatched men's pajama pants and printed tee-shirt, my hair standing straight up, no make-up, and fluffy pink house shoes on my feet.

I think I'll order my own stuff from now on.

Monday, December 01, 2008

Country Dinner Tonight

Big Pot-O-Beans With A Meaty Ham Bone
(Jiffy Cornbread Mix in the's the Best!)

Pineapple-Coconut Cake
One of my All-Time Favorites

Sammi & Her Daddy
Chillin' on Her 2nd Birthday (Nov. 29)
(Sorry about the robot eyes)

These pictures make her look fatter than she is. She's fat, but not THAT fat.
If I were in this picture, I'd say that about me too. Ha-ha.
Happy Birthday, Sammi!

Sunday, November 30, 2008

Rearranging Stuff

All that straightening and cleaning made me want to rearrange furniture, so we spent a huge part of the day Friday rearranging the master bedroom, and then Friday evening my son came over to help Barnaby move my office into the front room. I was just too pooped after doing the bedroom to do anymore, AND I shouldn't be moving heavy stuff anyway because of my back and neck/shoulder, so Shaun came over and happily helped. Afterwards, we gave him a couple of beers and pizza, and then he and Barnaby watched a movie. I slept most of the time.

So now I feel like I have a brand-new office to work in and a brand-new bedroom too. I just love rearranging furniture and shakin' things up. Afterall, I do spend nearly all my time in this house. It's nice to have a change now and again.

I've been listening to music this morning. THIS is my new favorite song. Give it a listen. You'll like it. I downloaded it this morning from iTunes for my iPod and computer. I saw him perform it live on the Bonnie Hunt Show last week. Before then, I had never heard of Joshua Rabin. I think he's terrific and enjoy listening to his songs. He reminds me of James Taylor a little bit, and I love James Taylor.

I love Bonnie Hunt too. She's always been one of my favorite people on TV. I always watch David Letterman when I know she's going to be on. I catch her show nearly every day while I'm working.

I'm just lovin' everybody today, aren't I? Well, that's not a bad thing. At least I'm not hatin' and being crabby.

Do you want to know something really stupid I did the other day? This is one of the things I've done lately that let's me know I'm getting old and my mind is not as sharp and quick as it used to be:

I had just gotten up one morning and walked into the kitchen to make some coffee and feed the dogs, just like I always do. I glanced up and saw a picture of two dogs on my refrigerator that I didn't recognize, and thought to myself, "Whose dogs are those on our refrigerator, and who hung them there?" As soon as those questions entered my mind, I realized what it was. It was a dog calendar I had hung there at least two months ago. Jeez. Could I be anymore of an air-head? That is so dumb.

Something else that I do now that let's me know I'm not as sharp as I once was: I cannot kill a fly with a fly-swatter to save my life. It's not that I don't WANT to kill a fly. It's that I swat at it and miss by several inches. How is that possible? My hand-eye coordination is totally off. How old am I, 85? Lord have mercy, I'm an old person!

I thought things like that would never happen to me, but here they are happening. Hmpf. Boon Pappy and I are always laughing about stuff like that. We are waiting to see which one of us falls and breaks a hip first.

Oh! Look at my new, custom-made, built-in silverware drawer that Barnaby made...

Are you jealous? You should be. It's fantastic. The old one was always slipping and sliding and nothing fit right, and it was just generally a pain in the ass. He's doing a couple more drawers for me where I keep big knives and other kitchen utensils, and then he's doing the junk drawers too.

I gotta go. I bid you good day.

Friday, November 28, 2008

I Have a Dirty Mind

No, not like that.

I've been cleaning like a mad woman this morning. Well, cleaning up, really. The lady that does the actual cleaning, like floors, bathtubs, showers, etc, is here today doing all that stuff. I can't believe how messy I've become. It doesn't bother me in the least to leave stuff laying out everywhere. Of course, I prefer it clean, but it just doesn't bug me like it used to.

I also used to have the cleanest and most organized cubical in the building when I worked outside my home. Now my desk is almost always a mess.

Okay, I'm about to say something really DEEP. Do you think you can handle it? Hee. I can always gauge the state of my mind by the state of my home, and office especially, since that's where I spend most of my time during the week. If my mind is scattered and cluttered up, so are my surroundings. When everything is neat and orderly and my desk is organized, so are my thoughts and feelings.

So what do you think of THAT, Dr. Freud? Okay, maybe that's not so deep. Whatever. I'm trying to entertain and provoke thought here. Maybe I should just stick to being an idiot and entertaining you that way.

Hope y'all have a nice Friday shopping or whatever it is you're doing. I'm going to go clean up my mind -- I mean, bedroom.

Thursday, November 27, 2008

It's Thanksgiving

It's over for another year. Food was good and plentiful. It's 7:00 p.m. and I'm still full, and we ate at noon.

Barnaby is playing poker with fake money and people he doesn't know on the Internet. I'm sitting here, having commandeered his laptop, looking at crochet blogs and stuff other people have crocheted. All the dogs are asleep. There's nothing on TV, so I have it on TBS watching one Friends episode after another. I'm sure I've seen them all more than once or twice, but it's kind of soothing and familiar and comfortable to have it on. Ya know what I mean? I'm sure I'll pick up my crochet and do a little bit sometime this evening. Right now I'm content to sit here and surf the Web.

So that's what Scotty's Place is like on this Thanksgiving night. I hope y'all are safe and happy in your homes as well. Before I get all mushy, I'll say good night. I've been feeling all mushy since yesterday. I just feel very thankful and lucky to have all that I have in my life.

Now see there? I said I wasn't going to get all mushy and I did it anyway. I'm going to start singing Kumbaya any minute now. Everyone please join hands and tell the person to your right how much they mean to you.

Not really. That was supposed to be funny. Except it wasn't.

Okay, that's it. Good night.

Monday, November 24, 2008

Lumberjack Afghan

I finished my newphew's Lumberjack Flannelghan this weekend. I just love this pattern, and I plan to make others in different color schemes. I started a Big Basketweave Afghan pattern last night in heather gray.

My neck/shoulder is feeling better most of the time since I started that steroid pack. I take the last dose tomorrow. I just can't sit at this computer too long at a time without it starting to hurt. I should be getting up anyway so I guess I can live with it.

Short entry today because I have work to do. I refuse to work Thursday-Sunday because of the holiday, so I need to get what I have done before then.

Saturday, November 22, 2008

Mindless Blather

Half a can of Java Monster Mean Bean and half black coffee makes a terrific drink.

I managed to do some work yesterday AND accomplish everything on my list except finishing the afghan. That's the thing that always gets pushed to the bottom of the list.
Interesting and unexpected news: My 73-year-old mother broke her foot chasing a cow through a pasture. She's fine but has to wear a boot-cast thingy for at least three weeks. Not long ago I told her I had a very vivid dream that she fell so to be careful. It was one of those dreams that didn't feel like a normal dream. She told me she thought about that when she fell.

The roast I put in the crockpot yesterday morning turned out to be part of a fabulous dinner. It tasted so good. I made gravy with the drippings, roasted some potatoes and carrots, and doctored a can of seasoned French-style green beans to go with it. I made some Mississippi Mud cake to have for dessert. The cake was a little much. I could only eat a couple of bites. That stuff is gag-me sweet. It's much better with just black coffee on an empty stomach. It's definitely Three O'Clock Coffee food.

For those not in the know: Three O'Clock Coffee is a tradition with my family. I have upheld the tradition in my home, and we always make a fresh pot of coffee and have a snack at 3:00 p.m. each day. I'm usually by myself during the week since Barnaby is at work, but I still always have iced coffee and a snack. If it's cold out sometimes I'll make a fresh pot of hot coffee, but usually it's cold coffee for me. I guess it's the Southern U.S. equivalent of Four O'Clock Tea in England.

Here's some shocking news: I've read two whole novels this week! Wow. That's really something because I've had the attention span of a gnat the last few years and haven't been able to read an entire book. I accidentally ran across a book by an author who had written a series of books I read several years back. Charlaine Harris is her name, and she writes mystery novels. She has at least three different series now. I read a new one in a series I had previously read, and went back and got another one in a new series. I was disappointed to discover it was a vampire-themed series, and I was pretty sure I'd lose interest and never finish it. But I was wrong. I read it in three nights. It wasn't fantastic, but apparently it was good enough that it held my interest. I'm going out sometime today on a quest for more of her books -- not the vampire ones though, unless that's all I can find.

The Two Books I Read This Week.

Justed wanted to show y'all how gigantic my Lantana got this year. I've never had it get that big before. That monstrocity came from two small plants I bought at Lowe's. It has been blooming constantly since I planted it in the spring, and it's now November 21st and going strong. I have a feeling it will shrivel up soon with the colder weather we've been having.
I'm off to try and crochet for awhile. Barnaby just took a shower and is looking antsy. I bet he tries to get me to go to Lowe's or something. I do want to get out and get another book so we'll see.

Friday, November 21, 2008

Good Morning

Okay, no more of that on a work day.

Here's my agenda for the day:

1. I have to make a quick run to the store, and then I'm inside the rest of the day. It's freakin' cold outside!

2. First I'm going to put a roast in the crockpot for dinner and straighten things up around here. It's amazing what a mess just two people can make in a day. Okay, two people and five dogs.

3. Finish a few rows of an afghan, whip-stitch it together, and begin crocheting the border. I hope to finish it late today or tomorrow.

4. Do one load of laundry.

All of this can get erased any moment if work comes in. I do have one small job to finish, but I have until Monday.

I'm off.

Thursday, November 20, 2008


After sending a couple of nonsensical emails a few minutes ago, I realized I'm high from these meds I got yesterday. I'm not sleepy, but I'm obviously not totally "with it." Maybe I would be sleepy if I got still. I've been up and around the house doing things.

I'm hungry too. I should not turn on the stove or oven. Maybe I'll just have a sammich or crackers & jpeanut butter.

It's supposed to turn cold here this afternhoon. I was planning on having a firfe in the fireplace when it does. Guess I'll wait for Barnaby to get home.

Okay, ouch. Bye, my pretties.

I wanted ot make peanut butter cookies too, dammit!

Wednesday, November 19, 2008

I Have What??

I went to the doctor today to see about my neck/shoulder "crick" that's been hanging around since October 22nd. Turns out it's not a crick at all. I have Thoracic Outlet Syndrome, which is a combination of pain in the neck and shoulder, numbness and tingling of the fingers, and a weak grip, and is caused by the presence of an extra cervical rib (which was discovered in an x-ray he took today). My doctor said he's surprised I've not had more severe problems from it before now because most people with this thing do. Well, it's here now that's for sure. Oh, goodie.

From Wikipedia: A cervical rib is a supernumerary (or extra) rib which arises from the seventh cervical vertebra. It is a congenital abnormality located above the normal first rib. A cervical rib is present in only about 1 in 500 (0.2%) of people; in even rarer cases, an individual may have not one but two cervical ribs. (I have two)

The presence of a cervical rib can cause a form of thoracic outlet syndrome due to compression of the lower trunk of the brachial plexus or subclavian artery. These structures are entrapped between the cervical rib and scalenus muscle.
Compression of the brachial plexus may be identified by weakness of the muscles around the muscles in the hand, near the base of the thumb.

Children born with cervical ribs develop early childhood cancer at a rate 125 times higher than the general population. The Hox genes that control the development of cervical vertebrae are believed to play a role in suppressing cancer.

I'm on a steroid pack to calm down the inflammation and a high-power muscle relaxer. I have to go to therapy for a few days. If it's not any better before Thanksgiving (a week from tomorrow), I'm suppose to call my doctor.

I see many naps in my future. :)

Tuesday, November 18, 2008

English Muffins

I made these English Muffins yesterday evening. They turned out well, but next time I will roll them out flatter than the 1/2-inch called for in the recipe. They were too thick for my taste, and the recipe would have made more than 18 muffins that way. They were fun to make because you cooked them on a griddle instead of baking them. I had no idea that's how English Muffins were made.

Here is the link for the recipe I used: English Muffins

We're having Ham, Egg, and Cheese Muffin Sandwiches for dinner tonight...Ham McPams. Hee.

Saturday, November 15, 2008

Saturday Morning

FYI...The cake recipe I posted is correct. There is no baking soda or baking powder in this recipe. I called my mother before I put mine in the oven just to make sure, and she confirmed it.

It's a cold and windy Saturday morning. The dogs woke me up, and when I looked at the clock it was 10 minutes until 8:00, so I decided to go ahead and get up and get the day started. After I made coffee, fed the dogs and let them out and back in and put away the clean dishes in the dish drainer, I looked up at the clock and it was only a little after 7:00. Doh! I hate when I do that.

I have no plans for the day, other than having no plans, and Barnaby is going to make me some built-in drawer dividers and a silverware tray. I shouldn't be excited over something so boring, but I am.

I could always finish sorting underclothes and tee-shirts and finally be done with the wardrobe/closet overhaul. Yes, they are still sitting there waiting to see if they will live a little longer, be given away, or be taken away with the garbage. I'll sit down and watch HGTV in a little bit. That always motivates me to do something around here.

Barnaby wants me to make Chicken Bog, so I'm going to do that later today. We really love that stuff. I'm just using chicken tenders today instead of whole pieces with bones, and I'm using turkey sausage. The recipe makes a ton, so we'll be eating it for days. I could half the recipe, but then I'd just have to cook something else.

I have never been a Coke drinker, but I've been drinking one or two a day lately. I'm convinced they've put crack in it because it's so damn good. I need to stop it, but I can't. That sugar is the devil, y'all.

Thursday, November 13, 2008

Cake Anyone?

I'm making my mother's recipe for Whipped Cream Pound Cake today. It's a terrific cake with THE BEST consistency and taste. I can't wait for 3:00 coffee so I can have a piece.

Whipped Cream Pound Cake

1 cup butter
3 cups sugar
6 eggs
3 cups all-purpose flour
1 cup whipping cream (not whipped)
1 tsp vanilla

Preheat oven to 350 F. Cream butter and sugar together well. Add eggs one at a time, beating well between each. Add the flour and cream alternately until combined. Stir in the vanilla. Place in a greased & floured Bundt pan and bake for 1 hour. Remove from oven and let cool for 20 minutes before removing from the pan onto a wire rack to cool completely.

I like this cake plain, but you could get creative and ice it or serve it with fruit or chocolate sauce over the top.

I have the whole rest of the day and evening to myself. Barnaby is working 1:00-10:00 p.m. today. I guess I'll eat cake with just my doggies.

We ordered some candy from last week. It arrived by FedEx just a few minutes ago. I can't remember what we ordered, so I'm going to go dig through the box like a little kid. I do remember Barnaby getting all excited over the wax lips. Remember those? Hee-hee.

Tuesday, November 11, 2008

Life is Good

Well, I put off sorting out the clothes in the armoir yesterday, but the closet is finished and looks fantastic. I wonder how long it will stay that way.

I did had a relaxing day just puttering around the house and crocheting a little. We had rain all day, and I heard it storming and raining most of last night and this morning too. It's mostly cloudy out right now, but the sun is peeking through just a wee bit right now. Our lawn really needed that rain.

Barnaby is making an appointment today for someone to come out and give us an estimate for putting a sprinkler system in the front and back yards. We've been putting a little aside for it all year and I'm pretty sure we have enough now to finally get it done.

I decided to make chocolate chip cookies last night at 7:00 p.m. Can you believe I only ate one? It's true. And I didn't eat any raw cookie dough either. Don't be too impressed because I ate plenty of crap earlier in the day. I didn't use any special recipe to share. I just used the recipe on the back of the Tollhouse Chocolate Chips bag.

So far I have no work to do today so it looks like I'll have the day free again. I'm just going to hang out here with my doggies just like yesterday with no pressures and no people to deal with. I love my life.

Monday, November 10, 2008

A Closet Overhaul

I spent all day yesterday completely emptying the master bedroom closet , cleaning it, sorting clothes & shoes (saving some and putting a lot aside to give away to charity), and trying to reorganize everything. I had to make a run to Walmart for a couple of shoe-hanging bags, some shelves, and some decorative storage boxes & bins. It took me the entire day just to deal with my shoes. I ended up giving away 23 pairs and keeping 54 pairs. I didn't think I had that many shoes! How ridiculous. I already had all my shoes in boxes with labels on each one, but those boxes took up a lot of room and I was trying to make more, so I got rid of them.

I only spent about two hours on the clothes because it was 8:00 pm and I was tired of it all by that point. So today I need to finish with all the clothes, which means I need to clean out the armoir too. A lot of that stuff is going to be given away. I plan to have lots of room when I'm finished.

I filled up three 30-gallon trash bags so far, and I'll probably have at least two more filled up before I'm finished. It's going to feel so good to have it done and all that stuff out of here.

I didn't do any cooking or baking over the weekend. Hopefully I'll get the time and energy to do some this week. It's rainy and cool here today. It's a good day to get things done in the house and maybe bake something if I get the closet done.

Friday, November 07, 2008

Potatoes & Pies & Stuff

An easy and fast recipe:

Potato Soup Au Gratin

2 Yukon Gold potatoes, cubed
1 (5.5 oz) package Au Gratin Instant Potato Mix
1 (10.5 oz) can condensed chicken broth
3 cups water
1 cup heavy cream (I only used 1/2 cup and it was fine)
Green onion tops, chopped

In a large saucepan or pot, combine potatoes, au gratin potato mix (sauce mix and potatoes), chicken broth, and water. Add more water to cover if necessary. Cook over medium heat, stirring occasionally to prevent burning, as soup will be thick, about 40 minutes. Stir in cream and heat through. Serve with green onions sprinkled over each bowl.

Note: Don't add salt! There is plenty of salty with the condensed chicken broth and potato mix.

This is not the potato soup. Duh. It's apple pie!

Does anybody know what these are? I know my sisters both do! These are Puppy Dog Tails. They are made with the leftover scraps of pie crust dough, sprinkled with cinnamon sugar and baked. My momma always made these when she made pies -- she still does because my dad likes Puppy Dog Tails too. I had some with coffee yesterday afternoon. Yummy.

And since the Puppy Dog Tails weren't enough, I had this at 9:00 last night!
Random thoughts:
1. I hate the word "engorged."
2. I am the only person in the world who can lose a giant rolling pin in my kitchen. Where is it, DAMMIT?!
3. Speaking of rolling pins, my sister and her friend used to roll the backs of each other's thighs with a rolling pin to keep the cellulite away! Ha-ha! Do you remember that, Sister B? Did it work?
4. Why can't you find regular-size rolls of Life-Savers Hard Candy anymore? I had to buy one of those Christmas Books with the rolls of Life-Savers in them to get some, and those rolls were even bigger than the regular-size rolls you used to be able to get. What's up, Life-Savers?
5. I can't believe the Christmas crap is already out at the stores. Bah-Humbug. I'm sure all the retailers are really worried that Christmas sales will be a bust this year. All I know is they won't get my money!
I'm outta here.

Thursday, November 06, 2008

Call 911!

I forgot to tell you that Fletch is home and doing well...aside from a HUGE PENIS EMERGENCY today, that is. Barnaby would not allow me to take pictures and show y'all the horrifying THING I saw today! (It wasn't Barnaby' was Fletch's. You know what I meant.) I was aghast! I was flabberghasted! (Are there h's in those words or not?) I know those are dorky words to use, but they fit perfectly. Good Lord. That's all I have to say.

Energy Surge

I have to be quick about this so I can finish my work before 5:00 today. Here are a bunch of pictures, as promised. The recipes are coming tomorrow -- not necessarily the recipes of things shown today, but recipes nonetheless.

I woke up feeling great today -- lots of energy and no headache. The kink in my back is still there, but I'm ignoring it.

This is a purple afghan I'm working on in my spare time when I get bored with working on another thing I'm working on that I can't mention here because it will ruin it for someone whose birthday is coming up early next month. That was a hint.

The BEST crochet squares book I ordered from

The very cool cookbook my sister gave me for my birthday. I think I told you about it yesterday or the day before. I haven't made anything out of it yet, but I'm planning to. I'll share the recipes along with photos when I do.

Barnaby gave me this powder for my birthday. He knows I like powder and saw this at Elliott's Hardware in Plano, so he bought it for one of my little b-day gifts. This stuff is really great! It has Calamine Powder in it, and it's really heavy and adheres to your skin like no other powder I've ever tried. It would be great if you're a runner for chafing and such, or even if you're not a runner for that matter. Good stuff!

I love frosted and unfrosted mini-wheats. This blueberry one is the latest one I've tried. I like it just as well as the Cinnamon Streusel one.

Here's a picture of my preparations for the apple pie that's in the oven as I type this. Picture of the finished pie tomorrow. Yes, I made homemade pie crust. None of that pre-made crap for my man! That's why he gets me such great birthday gifts. Ha-ha. (That wasn't all I got.)

A crustless pumpkin pie in the oven baking. Barnaby requested it. Now I have to choose between the Pumpkin and Apple Pies tonight. Whatever shall I do?? I bet you can guess.
I'll talk at you tomorrow, my pretties! Have a great evening.

Wednesday, November 05, 2008

I'm Coming to Get You, Fetchie!

I missed Fletch so much last night and today. I get to go pick him up at 3:00 this afternoon. At first it was really nice and quiet around here without him, but last night I kept missing him laying in my lap and sitting at my feet. I kept looking at Barnaby and saying, "I miss my dog!"

I've had a smashing headache since about 10:00 this morning. I need to go eat lunch and have some coffee and see if that will help. And can you believe I still have that dang crick in my neck and left shoulder? It's been around for over a week now. Those are all my body aches for the day.

I do have some pictures and a recipe or two coming, but right now I need to find my camera cord and then nurse this brain aneurism so I can drive and pick up Fletch. I have to take Sammi with me because she has to get a booster shot of some kind. I'm curious to see if she'll be happy or not to see Mr. Man and his thang.


Monday, November 03, 2008

Fletcher Le Pew

I take Fletcher to the vet tomorrow to get him neutered. I have to leave him overnight, which I'm not happy about, but I can't wait to get it done. Maybe he'll calm down and stop humping all my other dogs six times a day each. I know they'll be glad when that stops. How annoying! Poor Sammi is his favorite, I guess because she's the same size as he is. She's constantly running for her life with Fletch humping after her. It's like a real-life Pepe La Pew cartoon around here.
Well, so far November has blown in bringing me a much better disposition. I feel good! I'm happy! Could I be any more manic?? Ha-ha, wah, ha-ha, boo-hoo.

Yes, folks, I'm fat AND happy, which hardly ever happens together. Today I'm just not going to think about those 35 freakin' pounds I've gained this year. Yes, you heard right. So what? I have a great life and I'm happy, and I'll get those pounds off one of these days just like always. And if I don't, well, it's not the end of the world. I'm having a great time baking my ass off too!

Speaking of baking, I got the coolest cookbook from my sister for my birthday. I look forward to trying lots of those recipes. I'll get a picture of it later. This place could use a little spiffing up with pictures. I haven't posted any for quite a while now. Get ready for lots of food pictures.
I gotta work. Bye.

Sunday, November 02, 2008

Tuesday, October 28, 2008

Boring Tuesday

My left shoulder has been all kinked-up since last Wednesday. The only time it's not hurting is when I'm on a double-shot of muscle relaxers. Of course then I'm good for nothing except a long nap. I even went for a massage on Friday and Rochelle nearly killed me. It felt good though.

Let's see...what else can I complain about? Ha. Okay, I won't do that.

I made taco soup for dinner last night, and it sure was good. We got our first freeze of the season over night. It's great soup weather. I think I'll make some potato soup when the taco soup is gone. That sounds really good too.

We are going to Winstar Casino in Oklahoma on Thursday (our 16th anniversary). We haven't been in months so I'm looking forward to it. The NASCAR boyz are here this weekend, and I'm still trying to decide if I want to go to Qualifying and the Truck Race on Friday afternoon & evening. We may just skip it and watch it on TV this time.

I need to get some work done this morning so I can goof off this afternoon. Bye.

Monday, October 27, 2008

Hurry Up November!

I will be seriously glad to get this month over with. Ever since I got back from the San Diego trip, I've been an emotional cripple, and that was before Granny passed away. I have no idea what the matter is with me or if it's even me. I'm hoping it's the moon or something stupid like that instead of it just being me. I just feel all empty and needy. I feel like something is not quite right in my world, and I can't figure out what it is. Yuck. I hate feeling needy.

Anyway, I'm hoping that November 1st will magically make me all better, and I apologize for being such a bummer here this month.

Monday, October 20, 2008

My sweet Granny died yesterday peacefully. We knew it was coming in a matter of days, and my mother was able to be there with her.

I'll probably not post for a few more days, but I'll be back.

Wednesday, October 15, 2008

Getting Back in the Swing

I hate it when I don't update regularly. It's so easy when I miss a day to just keep on putting it off and out of my mind, and before I know it, many days pass without me making an entry. I really like keeping this journal and have to make it a priority to make an entry every day or it will wind up just another dead chunk of someone's life floating in cyberspace. My "blog" is very personal and cathartic for me, even though it might not seem that way to others.

By the way, I never did tell y'all that Barnaby and me started speaking again on Saturday afternoon. The argument/fight/spat/Mexican standoff was over something silly, as most marital spats are. (Between happily-married people anyway.) I probably shouldn't call him an asshole "in public" here, but I did it anyway. Everybody's an asshole sometimes. He rarely reads this so I doubt he even knows it. Apparently my blog bores him. Ha.

I'm working on a Lumberjack Flannel Afghan like this one now, except mine is black & red. It's going really quickly, and I hope to be finished with it in a week or less. I'm at the half-way mark now, although I may need to do an extra row or two because I'm crocheting it pretty tight (tightly?).

I made a Coconut Cream Cake yesterday. I wish I hadn't used the coconut extract because I never like the fake taste it creates. I should have just used vanilla extract instead. It's not stopping me from eating it though! This is the first dessert I've made in a long while, for me at least. I think cooking and baking is like keeping up with this blog...once you get lazy and don't do it for a day or two, it quickly becomes habit to be lazy and just throw sandwiches or a frozen something or other together for dinner and have store-bought crap for sweets.

Sadly, there is nothing else to tell y'all about even though I haven't written much here lately. I've just been workin' and crochetin' and hangin' with my doggies.

Oh, speaking of doggies, Fletch is not being given away on Craig's List. He's back in my good graces. Nobody really thought I was serious, did they? I was just pissed and spouting off again. He's learned to shake hands, and I'm teaching him to ring the bell like the other dogs do. (It's a different bell than what hangs by the back door. He has that one down pat.) We just started on that one today, and he was doing it after just a couple of tries. I'm just not sure if he knew what he was doing or not. He was so excited over the food I was giving him, I think he was just doing anything he could think of. He was dancing (spinning around in circles) and trying to shake my hand, and he might have just accidentally hit the bell a couple of times. He's going to get it quickly though. I'm going to teach him to crochet a granny square next.

It's getting all cloudy outside. Or, as my grandparents always said, "It's comin' up a cloud." We're supposed to get rain all afternoon, and that makes me happy.

See ya.

Sunday, October 12, 2008


I just reread most of this month's posts, and I noticed that I sure have been crabby and complaining a lot lately. I'm going to make an effort to stop that. How embarassing! Too bad I can't go back and delete them and make all those entries sparklie and happy with fairy dust. Well, I guess I could, but that wouldn't be real, would it?

I've decided to make a Lumberjack Flannel Afghan next. I've been nosing around looking at patterns on the Crochetville forums. I need to go dig through all my yarn and figure out which two colors I'm going to use. I'm thinking maybe black & red or gray & red.

But first I'm going to eat lunch. I'm starving!



Saturday, October 11, 2008

Crocheted Indian Afghan Done

I crochet fast when I'm furious. I finished the Indian blanket this evening while watching the NASCAR race. It turned out really pretty:

My blurry pictures don't do it justice.

On to the next!

I don't know if I'll start a new one or if I'll finished the diamond one first. I'll probably start a new one and work on the diamonds when I get bored. We'll see how it goes.

I just love this crocheting business. Who knew?

Ugh II

I still hate everybody, and my husband is still an asshole. We haven't spoken since Thursday around 5:30 pm. He can suck it. (Sorry, Bonnie!)

Friday, October 10, 2008


I'm depressed and hate everybody today.

Oh, and my husband is an asshole. (Sorry, Bonnie!)

Thursday, October 09, 2008

Double Gah!

Fletch just ate my Blackberry! He's a terrorist, I tell you! He has destroyed more electronics and things in this house than all my other dogs put together. USB Hubs (2), camera cords, extention cords, tv remotes, $400 eyeglasses, crochet things, books, magazines, food, bags of dogfood, catfood, plants, trash, the foam padding on the weight bench, now my Blackberry, and it goes on and on. What are we supposed to do about it? We put everything up out of his reach most of the time, and he goes in his kennel now when we're gone so he can't get to anything. I was sitting right here when he nabbed it and didn't notice. I only noticed when I heard a disembodied voice in the living room saying, "Invalid number. Please hang up and try the number again."

He has tons of toys and plenty of other dogs to play with. It's ridiculous how many toys he has. We've yelled at him and scolded him and spanked him...nothing works! I'm beginning to have thoughts of getting rid of him, and that's VERY unlike me, but good Lord. The bad stuff is starting to outweigh the good stuff.

It would break my heart, and I don't think I could ever forgive myself if I got rid of him. I'm feeling extremely emotional and depressed about the situation. I just don't know what to do.


I just wasted at least an hour doing makeovers on myself to post here. It did nothing but refuse to share the photos and jam up my computer so it's slow as molasses.

So this is it for today...nothing. I have to work right after I restart my computer and try to get it to behave.

The lengths I go through for you people!

Tuesday, October 07, 2008

San Diego Pics

I think I took this picture because of all the palm trees? I'm obviously easily impressed. It's just a park.

Please note the name of the neat little fruit stand and shop we stopped at.

Sisters' Feet
We have a thing about taking feet pictures.


Sunset on Mission Bay Beach on October 2nd