Monday, September 11, 2006
So we bought a bed on Thursday, and I spent the weekend stuck in traffic searching for the sheets etc. Well I had a bed skirt that was gold and burned red that was a little bit medieval (my daughters) and matching shams. I found a coverlet that my husband "had to have" from Costco - that's been sitting on the shelf in the closet. It's sort of a celery color. And since my visitor is my mother, I pulled out the blanket that she bought last time she was here for herself to store here for the next time she came. It's floral yellow, reds and greens surprisingly. Ok so what kind of sheets would match this. I also have a dark gray textured look flat sheet that was just crying to be used. Amazingly I managed to put this assortment of misfit things together. I found some green shams in the back of the closet the pull it all together. And I finally found the sheet set. Gold, dark red and dark green on a burnished background stripe. Now whenever I come up the stairs its the first room I see. It's amazing how much joy a spare room "done-up" can bring one. I just need something on the walls and a chest of some kind.
I cleaned the carpets last night, and cleaned the bathrooms. Washed most of all the towels. I'm almost ready for the visitors. just need to bake a few things still.
About two weeks ago I fung shuied my Helpful hands sector and my career section. I figured "why not". My living room is in the helpful hands and the tv in sitting in the career section. What to do? I need silver and gray. I have a silver lamp with a gray shade, I bought some of those rattan balls and spray painted them silver stuck them into a pot and planted an ivy around them as a topiary. Stuck it in the corner on the side table. Then One day I was at Winners and spotted a small boudour pillow that was covered in silver sparkles. It looked good on the leather sofa so I went to the fabric store and bought some other silver thing for another pillow and so far only draped in over the existing brown pillow that was already resting on the sofa. "i'm lazy." I potted the ivy in a gray pot and then added another silver pot with some other plants. I drilled up a shelf over the couch and displayed a few gray and silver objects on it. and voila I think a did it. So then I concentrated on the career section. What can anyone do with a tv. So I moved all the components over to make some room on the entertainment stand and dug out some old ledgers of mine (from when I had a couple businesses) and my daughters textbooks from her business admin coarse. And stuck them under the tv behind the glass doors. The next day I got a call from a college about a possible job opening, someone willing to train blah blah blah. So I applied. And then two days later I got the job. Not bad. I'm to be a number cruncher, pencil pusher. Quick books. Actually I'm looking forward to it
The book, (I've bought several copies, because mine always goes missing) is Move Your Stuff, Change Your Life. I start next week. Everyone should have a copy of this book.
Saturday, August 26, 2006
Tuesday, August 22, 2006
Had an interesting breakfast this morning. My daughter even got out of bed before noon to partake it. My husband came home with a care package from Mom. We've been getting one on Tuesday morning these last couple of week. She lives about 300 to 350 miles away and my husband comes withing 60 miles of her home on Monday nights, so she sends it out towards him, to make a long story short. Anyway it was a welcome box of green beans, baby squash, cuc's, tomatoes (4 varieties) zuccinni, cabbage and fresh parsley all off her garden last night. So while my husband was unwinding from an all nighter I quickly saute'd the beans (heaven) ,cut up some baby potatoes and steamed them with wedges of cabbage, made some "stinky salad" (greek ) and then cut up some farmers sausage and fried it up with some sliced baby squash-added some motza before serving. Wow lip smacking. I don't know what it is about steamed cabbage that makes my family swoon. But they all come running when it's offered. I cut the baby potato into wedges at the bottom of the steam basket and then add a layer of wedged cabbage chunks on top, sprinkle the cabbage with a bit of ginger, kosher salt, and then butter before serving. It's like some kind of genetic link between them all. Must be my husbands genes because I don't have a taste for it at all. Wierd. Steamed cabbage-what a waste of time when there are so many other things out there one could be eating. I always thought food preference came invetro. But must be genetic - that would explain the weiners and beans they all seem to enjoy (again except me).
I surely do miss a veggie garden. There is nothing to compare to fresh green beans. Nothing. Except maybe fresh strawberries. Only thing I was able to produce from my tiny itty bitty yard so far has been basil. I made loads of pesto yesterday for the freezer. I have three tomato plants, but they haven't rippened yet and probably won't. The cucumber plant I rescued from the garden center is really long, but only produced one cuc so far. Lack of bees. I've been out there with my little brush. But I think I left it too late. And started out to late after moving here. Ah well, next year........
I just have to pull out all those shrubs first. All that wasted space.
I transplanted some of the herbs into a pot to hopefully keep over winter
I've got a nice spot for it in the bay window off the kitchen. I'll be really pissed if it doesn't work out.
Wednesday, August 16, 2006
Finished reading Espresso Tales - I gotta say I really enjoy reading Alexander McCall Smith. He's right up there with Rutherford and Grisham when it comes to readable male authors. Not like Shanks for Nothing (what a stupid male wet dream/ fantasy). Sometimes I just want to slap these guys for writing such shit. There's just no other way to describe this book. The only reason I didn't throw it across the room is because I was hoping for more of resource, two shot and cement head. The only redeeming characters in this sad excuse of the story. How does someone actually put their name on this book, and then go on to write more of the same. Ugh. I picked it up off the shelf because it had golf clubs on the cover.
Culinary Journey in Gascony wasn't exactly a wonderful read either. Her blog is so much better than her book.
I picked up some nice Savoy Cabbage at stupid store today so I think I"ll make some cabbage rolls. Haven't made them for awhile. I'm just sitting here waiting for the rice to cook. There has been some grumbling around here lately that there's never anything to eat. I always manage to eat, but everyone else expects lots of choices to nuke. So I'll make some stuffed rigatonni (we like to call them mini manicotti) and then some chicken chow mein. My mother sent me some your beets with tops that have to be steamed. We'll just have to see how much of this I actually get accomplished.
My doc's app't went really well regarding the LUMP. It's two cysts non cancerous and the blood test show that I'm menopausal. So it's what?-four to seven years of this crap. At least the hot flashes have stopped, for now. My colesteral level is slightly elevated. I don't see how that could be since Basically I've stopped eating-no appetite. It's probably the wine that I stopped drinking as well. So I bought a few bottles today-after all I need the empty bottles for my own wine.
The cabbage left over from the cabbage rolls, (savoy makes in much neater and you don't have to boil the piss out of cabbage before rolling, just nuke leaves for about 3 min before rolling) chopped up nicely for the chow mein. I'll try making that later.
geez I'm surprised to could work out the pic's and transfering them over and everything wow.
But I have to get back to my book now, Talk Talk. It's turning out to be a "good read". I can't read it all in one sitting, giving myself breaks so as not to cause a migrane.
Sunday, August 13, 2006
Inside Every Woman by Vickie Milazzo came recommended to me by my step-daughter. She's currently starting a business and got insperation from this book, so I suggested that she buy Martha Stewart's - The Rules.
So far the only remotely interesting book is Alexander McCall Smith's Expresso Tales. Should take me half a day to polish it off.
My husband brought a box of cherries home from one of his trips on Tuesday and I've been eating them everyday all day long. I'm cherried out. Enough already. So I've pickled another 8 jars. This time I threw in some red pepper flakes into the brine. Hope they won't be to hot.
I've been plagueing my doctor with all my medical problems last week, so she sent me for many tests of every kind and even got back at me with a momogram and a pap test. Well on Friday morning the mamogram showed a lump. A large lump, so that afternoon I had an ultrasound. The technician was very tight lipped. When I went for my possible kidney stone the week before, the tech was very open and even showed me all my body parts, no stone, nothing wrong with bladder??? So now I have to wait until tuesday to find out about the lump. Could be cyst, or two in a mass. Since last test about 16 months ago I've lost 25 lbs so I'm hoping it's just the missing body fat that is the culprit. I'd rather have the kidney stone. Please give me the kidney stone instead.
I racked my white wine yesterday so now I've got to wait about a month to bottle it. I've got to start the blueberry shiraz next. I've got to start drinking more store bought wine-I'm going to need the bottles. That's the worst part of making wine, scrounging for bottles from everyone. I used up all my bottles for the 10 cases I made for my sons wedding. I didn't feel like dragging them all back here again, I'm kind of regretting that now.
Sunday, August 06, 2006
The next book on the pile is The Rent Collector. I read the first chapter and I don't know...it's a little overdone with it's ethnic religious base. It's a rather thin novel and I think If the continuous religiousness of it were somehow dimished, it wouldn't be more than a couple chapters. That's why I started reading Which brings me to you. ONe I read when I'm upstairs and other I read when I'm downstairs. Neither one are really astounding at this point. So I started a third one "She May Not Leave". Sadly it also hasn't grabbed my interest either.
I've been stirring, degassing and racking my wine. It looks good sitting on it's throne over there. I also made a batch of pickled bing cherries. I"m looking forward to those at Christmas time. Last time I made them (about 20 years ago-wow) they were a hit at a party. Every year since I plan on making more, but never seemed to. But I did this year.
I've been putting up shelves all over the basement and garage lately. I gotta say that since my hand is pretty much useless it's been difficult. I have to take breaks after screwing in two screws. The power drill is all of a sudden to heavy for me. I need to get one of those bits that predrills and then holds the screw. I think I saw them on a commercial once.
I finally sorted out most of my files and paperwork. I plugged the shredder in and ended up with bags and bags of shredded paper that I should have done before I moved instead of after.
There's a construction site of future condo's across the street and over a bit from us. And the other day we had such a wind storm I couldn't see anything out the front window. I couldn't believe it, this brown dirty ucky cloud of soil. My husband was upstairs sleeping with the window open. That night I went to bed and all I could smell was dirt. Everything was covered in this thin layer of dust. So the next day I took the drapes down and threw them in the washer, changed all the sheets, washed the blanket, and took out the vac. I gotta say I'm not sure if having a heppa vaccuum is such a good idea. It's frightening what that thing sucks up. I've been leary of going into my daughters room, who knows what lerks in there. Ugh.........it really needs to be vaccuumed, but I can't even see much of the floor. She keeps complaining that so many of her clothes are missing-well she need only to look down. Instead it's off to the store again.
Still sending out resumes with out much luck. Only two call backs and the ads were a little deceiving about what the position was. Don't you hate when they do that. I almost wanted to charge them $$$ for wasting my time. Not to mention parking fees, and gas to get there in the first place.
Wednesday, July 19, 2006
I must have sent out 20 resumes today. To make up for the week I didn't do anything. I hope I don't get any calls, I'm just not in the mood.
I was doing all kinds of things to get my mind of my pain. I started a wine kit that I bought about three months ago. I cleaned. I went to Ikea-I can't remember why exactly it was necessary to go there, it just seemed like a distraction. Oh year, I remember now - i was in dire need of picture frames. Now there's a place everyone contemplating children in their future ought to go on a Monday at 2pm. Yikes who would of thought it would be so noisy at that time of day. Isn't that supposed to be NAP TIME. Well I feel almost normal today. I'm afraid to start reading though. Maybe it's just the barometric pressure, maybe it's the carnage in the middle east. I should make a note of disasters and my migraines.Hmmmmm. There's a thought.
I used to have the most amazing dreams of wierd things and sure enough the very next day it would be on the news. I remember the first time I noticed it. Three things happened three days in a row. And I saw the news bite in my dreams the night before on each of them. The nineties were particularly bad for that for me. But that hasn't happened for a few years now. Thank god. I'm pretty sure my family thought I was nuts. They looked at me kinda funny if I ever brought it up. I often wonder if anyone believed me. I should ask them. I wonder if my headaches have gotten stronger since then. Geez the things one should keep track of. It's just too much for me. What do you do about a premonition when you don't even know it is one, until it's happened. It's just these wierd people you don't know or these events that don't make any sense. Until eight to twelve hours later.
Sunday, July 16, 2006
I enjoyed it and now am on to the next.
Edward Rutherford's Irish Saga. It's been sitting on the stairs for about two weeks. I only have a week before I start paying fines on it. It's been calling me " look ..here I am... read me" everytime I go up the stairs. But it's so BIG. And reading Edward Rutherford is such an investment because his books are soooooooooo good. I've really loved all of them. It's a book that you can't just start and stop, and get back to later. It's a read and read it all right now. So you can't have any plans, there better be wine and muchies in the house, and lots of leftovers. So since my husband is out of town until tuesday I figured nows the time to dedicate to this book. The only break I get is this (I came downstairs to make coffee. I finally went to sleep around 2am) and I had to let the dog out. I really should take a nap these late evenings are killing me. I haven't really eaten anything since Friday except pickles, jelly beans, wine, guacamole and potato chips. But I did make the guacamole fresh so I'm not that lazy. And between books yesterday I even made some blueberry jam. Even I'm amazed at that. But there they are sitting on the kitchen counter. Waiting to be put somewhere. It's the only jam I can make the only one that ever turns out is blueberry jam and apricot marmalade. That's the only two jams in me. So it's back to the salt mines I go. It's a nice day outside so I'll stock up my snack tray and pour my first glass of wine. I really need a more comfortable lawn chair. I never needed one in the apartment - the balcony was too tiny. But here I can see I'll have to do some shopping for outdoor furniture. I'll need two I'm tired of hauling the one uncomfortable chair from the back to the front for shade.
Friday, July 14, 2006
Currently readingThe Weather Makers : How Man Is Changing the Climate and What It Means for Life on Earth by Tim Flannery
Wow tres' heavy subject.
I feel like I should take a pop quiz after each chapter.
I've read these in the last couple of weeks-you see, this is why I don't have the time or the inclination to go back to work. Where would I fit it in. Plus I've just moved as well, there's just no time.Nothing is in it's proper place it's going to take a bit to move things around. It's bad enough that my address adds up to a 7, but I also have a toilet in my prosperity area.these books are in no particular order,
Blue Angel : A Novel by Francine Prose
Company : A Novel by Max Barry
Digging to America by Anne Tyler
Mean Boy by Lynn Coady
Suite Francaise by Irene Nemirovsky and Sandra Smith - best book I've read this year,heart wrenchingly sad ending the book and life could have been so much more.......read it in about 12 hours non stop.
Testament : A Novel by Nino Ricci-best book I've read this year. Recomment this one to all my overly religious friends and relatives. Bought a copy for my bible enthusiastic mother as a rebuttle for all our religious disagreements. I really loved this book
Raking the Ashes by Anne Fine - interesting, been there done that
Martha : On Trial, in Jail, and on a Comeback by Robert Slater - always been a fan
Rachael Ray Express Lane Meals : What to Keep on Hand, What to Buy Fresh for the Easiest-Ever 30-Minute Meals by Rachael Ray - My defense is that I was at costco, need I say more, although it's not a bad book. A little top heavy with pasta pasta pasta. I gave my copy to my daughter-in-law. I'm hoping next time I visit their pantry is improved.
A Most Uncommon Degree of Popularity by Kathleen Gilles Seidel - a little childish
The Martha Rules: 10 Essentials for Achieving Success as You Start, Grow, or Manage a Business by Martha Stewart - Great book I keep giving my copy away.
Spouce - retired 2 years, triple by-pass, returns to work during summer months as per contractSon - newly married, lives out of province. See him once a year - maybe.
Daughter #1 - works in hospitality industry, with her boyfriend both work for the same company. He's her boss. Well at work anyway. She's in sales and marketing and he's head of functions and banquets. They also live together.
Daughter #2 - (she will be really mad if she ever learns that she is #2) works for daughter #1, currently screwing up her life by "taking a break" from university. I blame this all on boyfriend of daughter #1 (though he is a nice guy, and I do like him, it's just all his fault). Said boyfriend called daughter #2 and (she says )begged, and (he says asked) pleaded with her to come work a shift he was short staffed. Would she mind? Well daughter #2 (vowing she would never work in the service industry like her sister ugh all those stupid people one has to deal with etc etc) said "sure, why not-just this once". Well she loved it. She only had one year left in a four year degree. Decided that she liked business much better than history or geography and maybe "I'll just take off a year and try Business Admin". Besides this she figured would give her a break and also give her some solid footing if she ever had to freelance with her degree in geography. Made sense to me. That was in April. Meanwhile she paid for tuition that ended in April, but didn't really go to any classes or do any papers, nothing-basically screwed the last term. She was working to much and having to much fun with all the other servers and managers etc. Did I mention she lives with us. WEll her clothes are here on the floor in her room and her cat is here and once in awhile there are dirty dishes all over the place in the morning, but we never actually see her very often. That's because according to her, we are always here (since i'm not working and her father is retired). She never gets the place to herself. Blah blah blah. There's always the "get your own place" issue, but that would cost her money.
So we're all in limbo.Then it was decided that I was able to work again. Well I kinda got used to not working but getting paid. I don't know if I want to go back to work. During my time off I've lost 35 pounds, and none of my clothes fit. It will take way more energy than I have. I have limited use of my right hand and the use I do have is painful. But WCB seems determined. So this blog is for my venting and a diary of a fifty year old female changing careers.