July 14, 2019

*wipes the construction dust off the computer*

Since I last called you all here together, you may have noticed a few changes.

I have just spent an inordinate amount of time trying to update/clean things up around here.  I should warn you - there may be a few more changes in the works as I'm not completely satisfied with this update...for the most part I like it, but it still needs a few tweaks here and there.  And since I am in this on my own (i.e., I'm figuring it out as I go) there may be a few hiccups.  Hiccups, which I hope, you will alert me to - broken links, etc.

On the back end, it looks pretty much the same to me.  But on the front end - your end - I think the changes are a bit more pronounced.

I have changed the template to a more simple, streamlined look.  I'm in the process of updating all labels so that you should be able to click on a link over there to the right under "the for now" working title of All the Categories Right at Your Fingertips and find all relevant posts in one spot.

After being a true empty-nester for how long now (?!) - I have finally updated the profile info - and you can see that one does not just regain ones sanity once the baby bird leaves the nest...apparently.  Eventually, I hope to get around to changing the profile picture...hopefully.

I opted for black text with a white background because, at least for me, that is easier on the eyes.  (At least, to me it appears black - but when I preview the post, it appears gray.  Hmmm.  What say you?)  I've also opted for a larger font - which will, hopefully, make it easier for everyone. 

Surprisingly, the hardest thing to accomplish was changing the favicon way up there at the top...despite the fact that I did a whole post on how to accomplish this task.  Feel free to follow that post if you like, if you are attempting to create one - but for me it did not work this go round for whatever unknown reason.  This time I created the icon in Powerpoint, saved it as a jpg file, uploaded it to Pixlr.com and was able to edit it to 16 x 16 and was finally able to upload the icon.  It took me days people, days, to get that to work...so frustrating.  The kicker?  I know (fingers crossed) that it shows on your end but on the back end?  Not working.  I'm trying to ignore that fact.

So, poke around, see what's working and what isn't and report back any and all findings and opinions, please.  In the meantime, I'll be over here playing behind the scenes.

July 9, 2019

If you don't have 16 hours to spare...but maybe 5-ish hours?

When we last left off, I had just finished binge reading book while mindlessly dropping pistachio shells into my drink...

I also forgot to mention that I took today and tomorrow off just because.  Occasionally, one just needs a four day weekend for no real reason at all; so I did.

Yesterday found me ready to wander out into the big bed in the back yard for just an hour.  Yeah, right.  That easily morphed into two and a half hours, thanks to (say it with me now!) "that damn blackberry bush" and a new-to-me weed that seems to be immune to Preen.  And I'm still not done.  But the rest will have to wait until next weekend, I'm afraid.

At any rate, today - the last day before I head back to work - I decided to make it a more relaxing kind of day...so I decided to tackle making bread...again.  Although, in retrospect, today the weather would have been kinder for outdoor work.

Oh well...too late now!

Long time readers may recall that many, many, many years ago I somehow was able to successfully create a perfect bread on my very first attempt.  Any and all subsequent attempts have been utter failures.

Today I searched out a quick and easy no-knead bread (because I didn't have or want to spend 16 hours or more on it) and came across an adaptation of the original recipe, which that link takes you back to my original blog post; as the original is now behind a paywall, I believe.

The recipe I used today can be found here...for how long, who knows?

Now to be fair, I did not watch the video, so I didn't use any of the "tricks" that were mentioned in the Cooking Notes/Comments section.  But I did do a couple of things that weren't mentioned in the recipe, I'll share them below. These couple of things were key I think to this bread turning out perfectly!

So perfectly that The Bread Snob (aka The Husband) has been raving about this bread...which came out of the oven right before he walked in after work.


Printable Recipe

Ingredients

3 cups bread flour (I used regular because that's what I had in the pantry)
1 packet (1/4 ounce) instant yeast
1 1/2 teaspoon of salt (I thought that was too much so I used maybe half a teaspoon?)
1 1/2 cup of water
Oil as needed

Before anything I started the oven just to get it warm; this isn't mentioned in the original recipe, but based on other sites I read, I thought it might be helpful.  In my opinion, it was very helpful!  Particularly, since it's summertime in the South and the air conditioning means the house is cool.

Combine flour, yeast in a large bowl.  Add the (warm!) water and stir until blended; dough will be shaggy.  Cover bowl with plastic wrap.  Here's where I turned the oven off - and let the dough rest for about four hours in the warm oven.

Lightly oil a work surface and place dough on it; fold it over on itself once or twice.  Cover loosely with plastic wrap (I oiled the wrap that would touch the dough, this was key, as it kept the wrap from sticking to the dough) and let rest for thirty minutes.  (Notice, this recipe does not require you to add flour to the working surface...that was the downfall on my last couple of attempts - it made the bread too flour-y.  Using a canola oil spray was genius!)

As soon as the dough was resting for the second time,  I put my dutch oven into the oven and let it heat to 450 degrees while the dough rested.

When the dough is ready, carefully remove the pot from the oven.  Slide your hand under the dough and put it into the dutch oven; seam side up (I didn't have a seam for some reason?  Also, that oiled surface?  Made picking the sticky dough up so easy!).  Shake pan once or twice to distribute uneven dough.

Cover with the lid and bake for thirty minutes, remove lid and bake another 15-30 minutes; until the loaf is browned.  Cool on a wire rack.

SOOOOO good!

Enjoy!

If you try it, let me know what you think.  Also?  This success completely absolves me of the abject failure of the cake I made (and didn't blog about) on Saturday...

July 7, 2019

All the Missing Girls...a book review

It's been a while, a long while, since we've had one of these...almost a year; how did that happen?  As much as it saddens me to say, I really haven't been reading actual books lately - a fact I am trying to remedy.  I think the main reason for this is because I keep getting stuck in books that I don't really care for and in an effort to slog through, I find something else to do instead of just setting that book aside and finding another one.

I received this book as a Mother's Day present and was only able to finally get to it after putting off finishing another book that I didn't enjoy that much.

All The Missing Girls by Megan Miranda.

This has been the book that I've been looking to pull me out of my reading slump.  I started it a few days ago and have spent the majority of this afternoon finishing it.  At one point, I was so engrossed in the story that instead of tossing the shells from the pistachios I had been snacking on into the trash can on my left, I dumped them in my drink!

According to the author's bio; this is her first novel for adults.

From the synopsis on the back of the book:

"It's been ten years since Nicolette Farrell left Cooley Ridge.  Ten years since she broke up with Tyler, the man she thought she'd marry.  Ten years since her best friend Corinne disappeared, never to  be heard from again.

When the call comes that her father is ailing.  Nic is living in Philadelphia-light years away from her younger self.  She drops everything to care for her dad, but within days of her return another girl goes missing and Nic experiences a terrifying sense of deja-vu.

As Nic works to unravel what happened to the missing girl, shocking truths emerge about her neighbors, her family, and what really happened to Corinne that night ten years ago."

What I did not initially realize was that the story was being told backwards.  Yes, if I'd initially paid attention to the chapter titles, this would have been clear from the start; but all my life I generally ignore the chapter titles in a rush to get on with the story.  Lesson learned?  Knowing me; probably not.

As mentioned above, this book was riveting the further I went (particularly after I figured out that the timeline was going backwards!).  Only one point seemed to be left unanswered to me, but it was a point that could be answered many different ways by the reader; maybe that's what the author intended.  Or perhaps I just missed the answer in all the details.

This could have been one of those stories where you could see the culprit from the start; it is not one of those types of stories.  You are constantly questioning each of the characters and pondering possible motives.

This one deserves to be included in the list of Books I Love Enough to Tell You About (PSST, you can find all my book reviews there at the third link on my header).  If you read it, let me know what you think.  I will definitely be looking for other titles from this author.

July 4, 2019

Living with other people - part two...

So you remember the notebook that I posted about only two days ago?

The notebook that I use to keep score when Man-Child and I play cards or Scrabble.  The notebook I use for various games (Boggle, mainly) from the newspaper (yes, I still get a paper - don't look at me like that!  I'm personally trying to keep the industry from dying).  The notebook I use for various lists, reminders, etc. (I know I could use my phone for lists, etc. but I have found, for me, I prefer a handwritten list, don't ask me why, I don't know.).

I went looking for it this morning only to discover it was GONE.

Notebook - MIA

The Husband wasn't home for me to give him the third degree, unfortunately.  As I stewed over the lost notebook it dawned on me what must have happened. 

The Husband is a facilities person for several buildings and about every three months or so, he either gets up extra early or stays up extra late to run "light checks" to make sure all the outdoor lights are working at the various buildings and makes a note on the ones that need attention.

He ran a light check the day after I brought that notebook home; so it appears he absconded with the notebook without even noticing the strongly worded note on the front!  How?!  And, it's a new record.  A new notebook gone in under twenty-four hours.

When I asked him about it this evening, he admitted he took it.  And looked puzzled when I asked if he had noticed the note - he had not.  *sigh*

Why he took this notebook is a mystery - especially as we shared a car for the majority of  last week while mine was in the shop - I noticed that he had the last notebook I had brought home was in his car!

So my plan is reclaim my notebook and hide the darn thing.  Apparently, that's the only way I'll be able to keep one on hand.

July 2, 2019

Living with other people...

Living with other people means I find myself writing things like this on a random notepad...

The blog is the reason that I have to take such random pictures. 
In the event you can't read it, the text reads "This notepad is not to leave this
house under any circumstance. Love, Mom"

The names have been blocked out to protect the guilty.  The guilty, you may wonder, are both The Husband and Man-Child.  Why they are guilty, you may wonder, is because EVERY. SINGLE. notepad that I have brought home has disappeared; due to one or the other needing a sheet of paper - yes, you read that right; A SINGLE SHEET OF PAPER - so they decided that the entire notebook was needed, so they would take it and run.  Leaving me to scramble whenever *I* might need a single sheet of paper.

In sum, they seem to think that it is perfectly acceptable to abscond with household notebooks.  At this point, I'm ready to raid both of their cars and rescue the "hostages" that I've witnessed languishing in their automotive prisons.  The prisons where they have been ignored; once their initial usefulness expired.

June 27, 2019

Dead Car and Key Lime Pie - it all ties together, I promise.

Before we begin, fair warning.  It's a long one.  Go to the bathroom, grab a drink and a snack, take a nap, etc.

So yesterday was the day my car decided to leave me stranded in the grocery store parking lot.

It had been fine.  Haven't had any issues.  It drove from work to the store without a hiccup - until I got back into the car and it wouldn't start.  I figured my key fob battery had died.  Since I live in fear of that fob dying and me being stranded, I always keep extras with me so I was able to change the battery fairly quickly.  It didn't work.

Then I began a barrage of phone calls to The Husband.  I called both cell phones multiple times all while cursing a blue streak.  Just last week, he had testily informed me that *I* never answer the phone when he calls; so you can imagine the thoughts I was having as the phone just rang and rang and rang; always going to voicemail.  They weren't pretty.

Then I tried another new battery in the fob - while still dialing one number and another and cursing.  That didn't work.  But, hallelujah, I was somehow able to get the windows down in the car which gave me some relief on the 90 degree day, but not much.

Eventually, he finally heard one of his phones ringing and answered.  I'd like to say that I greeted him warmly and was full of grace.

Sadly, I did not.

At any rate, he got the message loud and clear that I was stranded and that he needed to come help me immediately.  As I was sitting there trying vainly to talk the car into fixing itself, The Husband called to tell me that he had to stop to get jumper cables.  This bit of info did NOT need to be relayed to me at that very moment.  Especially since I was pretty sure he had stashed some cables somewhere in my car already.  Turns out, I was right about that.

He finally arrived and tried to jump the car; to no avail.  One guy drifted over to help.  And then another.  And then another, who walked up and said, "Are any of you guys mechanics?"  To which, they all replied no.  He, however, was a mechanic who works on airplanes.  I thought he would be my savior in this whole mess.  Actually, they all were; including The Husband, despite the fact that I called him fifteen million times before he answered.  It's nice to realize that there are still kind people in this world that are willing to help.

Eventually, the mechanic somehow got the car to start.  He warned us not to turn the car off for at least thirty minutes and all the men began to wander away as we called out our heartfelt thanks to those angels.  The Husband gave me the keys to his car to drive home and said he would follow in mine, just in case.

Not even ten minutes down the road my phone began to ring.  That darn car had died before he could even get it out of the parking lot.  *sigh*  So I turned around to pick him up.  My car guy was put on notice and said he'd check it out this morning.

So this became a "work from home" day for me today.  And, let me tell you, I am extremely grateful for the flexibility my boss gives me for occasions like this one.  Luckily, I knew it would be fairly slow as he, and several others, are out of the office this week.  As predicted, it was.  So I was able to get a few things done around the house and then I had a thought... more on that in a minute...

***

A week or so ago, my friend's husband (the ones that live two doors down) had helped The Husband with tuning up our lawn mower and then putting in a microwave.  To thank him for his help and her for loaning him to us for several hours, we had them over for dinner.  I knew from past conversations that he really likes key lime pie so I went in search of a recipe and found the world's easiest and best key lime pie recipe ever.  Well, to be fair, prior to that key lime pie I had only made one other before and it was okay.  But this recipe?  To die for.  And super easy.

***

So, back to that thought I had - I realized I had the majority of the ingredients on hand and asked The Husband to pick up one item for me and I decided to re-create the recipe (while keeping an eye on work email) WITH pictures (look at me thinking ahead like all the "real" bloggers do!) for you!

Well, I mean, unless you come knocking on my door you won't get to taste it, but you too will have this fabulous, easy recipe in your back pocket next time you need a dessert.

I found the recipe here.  If you are a foodie, a baker, or just someone who needs an idea of what to make for dinner, check out her site - it's chock full of recipes, desserts, etc.

I think one of the things that makes this pie so ridiculously good is the crust.  As she notes in her post, a homemade graham cracker crust is MUCH better than a store bought one.  I can not master a pie crust to save my life, so I was a little apprehensive.  Had I known just how easy a homemade graham cracker crust was, I would have been making them all the darn time.

Without further ado, here you go.

Graham cracker crust:

1 1/2 cups of graham cracker crumbs (I eyeballed it and figured a sleeve of crackers would do it. It did)
1/3 cup granulated sugar
6 tablespoons of butter melted

Filling:

28 oz of sweetened condensed milk (basically, two 14 oz cans)
1/2 cup light sour cream (I used regular and it was fine, I'll try it with light next time.  And there will be a next time!)
3/4 cup key lime juice (Found in the alcohol aisle with all the other mixers.  If it matters, I used Nellie & Joe's Key West Lime Juice)
Zest from 2 regular limes or 4 key limes

You will notice here that I did not include the recipe for the Whipped Cream topping.  That's because I was obsessing over the crust the first time I made it.  And I didn't bother this time either.  Mainly, because I can live without whipped cream and, honestly - this pie can stand on its own and doesn't need it, in my humble opinion.

Before anything, preheat the oven to 375.  Then we turn to the graham cracker crust.  First you need to create some crumbs.  You can use a food processor or just do what I did - drop the crackers into a ziplock bag and beat the hell out them with a meat tenderizer; or as I like to call it, a meat hammer.  You can really create some fine crumbs when you are taking your car frustrations out on those crackers.

Of course, I neglected to take a picture of the crumbs in the bag,
so you get a shot of the meat hammer instead.

Next, mix the graham cracker crumbs, sugar and melted butter together

Right before I added the melted butter

After thoroughly mixing up the crumbs, sugar and butter press the mixture into a pie pan and bake for 7 minutes.  Let it cool for 30 minutes.

On to the delicious filling...now we need to lower the oven temperature to 350.  Whisk the sweetened condensed milk, sour cream, lime juice, and lime zest in a medium bowl.

Yum!

Pour over prepared crust


And bake for 10 minutes.  Let it cool and then refrigerate for at least three hours. And you end up with this deliciousness.

Can't wait to cut into this!

And guess who decided to stay for dinner?  Once he realized what was hanging out in the refrigerator?

Yes, the elusive Man-Child

The Husband was also pretty pleased - especially since he had SO anticipated that last sliver from the previous pie; only to be foiled by me.  It's actually kind of funny - he isn't a dessert eater and I am not one to partake often...but we both wanted that last piece of pie; I just beat him to it then.  Now, he has a chance to redeem himself.

As for the stupid car?  We think it may be the alternator.  *sigh*  I think we will have it towed to my car guy's place tomorrow.  It's a good thing we have some pie to ease the sting of this unexpected blow to our budget.

June 20, 2019

A Father's Day gift for the win...for all of us

Right before Father's Day I heard on the radio that several health organizations want to ban wire grill brushes because the bristles can break off, get stuck to the grill surface and get embedded in your food.

The case they mentioned on the radio had a woman suffering from awful neck pain - for months before they figured out what was going on!

Scary, right?  What's even more scary?  That this has been an issue for quite a while and that I have just now heard of it...most likely because I really don't pay attention to articles about food, etc. unless its a baking recipe that I might be interested in making.

So, considering the fact that The Husband really goes to town on his grill with a wire grill brush, this was at the top of my mind when considering Father's Day gifts for him.

After doing research, I decided to buy him a grill stone and a wooden scraper; so that he could decide which he liked best.  Along with a gallon of olive oil...because, obviously, this is something that needs to be purchased for every occasion, as he refuses to buy it for himself - and will nickel and dime us to death buying tiny bottles; despite the fact that he uses olive oil at least once - if not three or four times a day. *sigh*

This evening was the first night that he's grilled something since Father's Day.  He decided to try out the grill stone first.  His opinion?  He LOVED it.  He claims that it really cleaned the grates back to their original finish, although he noted it left an ashy residue.  According to the packaging, it is chemical free and non-toxic.  But he made a point of removing the ashy residue before cooking anything.   He also asked about the price point because the more you use the stone, the more it wears away.  The price point is such that this is a sustainable way to maintain the grill and avoid wire bristles stuck in our throats.  So the grill stone is considered a "keeper."

So we shall sit back and wait to see what he thinks of the wooden scraper - all while not having to worry about wire bristles being stuck in our throats.

As usual, all products were purchased by me and all opinions are mine - or, in this case, The Husband's and relayed by me.

June 14, 2019

Do I know how to waste a beautiful afternoon? Why yes. Yes I do.

As I once mentioned, apparently years ago, we now have "summer hours" at our company, which - as explained by the extremely complicated math, in the linked post - means that I was foot loose (HA! Hopefully you'll make the connection soon!) and fancy free at 11 am this morning.

You would think, what with all this free time, on a gorgeous, not too hot afternoon, it would have been the perfect afternoon to spend picking weeds (it would have, but I did not - why labor in the beautiful weather? My future self will kick me for this, I just know it) or some other fabulous pursuit.  It would have also been the perfect day to sit on the back porch and read; something I also did not do.

No...today I determined was the PERFECT day to spend inside on a ridiculous task...creating a prototype of a toe cover.

What is a toe cover you are asking?  And why did I need a prototype?

Because I used to be able to walk into any Target and pick up these particular toe covers (which are worn with shoes when you aren't wearing socks or nylons with closed toe shoes)...



These toe covers?  Have disappeared from store shelves across the land.  I wish I was kidding.  These things are perfect.  Rarely do they peek out from your shoes - unlike their unfortunate cousin, the "liner sock."  Also, they don't slip off and flap around in your shoe like their unfortunate cousin.  No, these suckers stay on your toes, don't show (usually) and keep your feet dry inside your shoes.  In a word?  PERFECTION!

But, as I stated, have disappeared.  Yes, I've searched Amazon with a billion different key words for the past TWO years; all to no avail.  Which is why I needed to work on a prototype today.  So I spent the majority of the afternoon hand stitching a prototype - which no picture, because it looks like a hastily stitched hot mess because I was too lazy to drag out my machine; and I can assure you it was NOT hastily stitched - in vain hopes of creating something that might fill this void in my life.

After slaving over this "tiny" project for a couple of hours - in a fit of pique - I searched Amazon one last time only to find?

Are you freaking kidding me!?  Fingers crossed that they are exactly like the original ones

Needless to say - I quickly ordered two sets (six pairs total) and have kept the prototype and the pattern...just in case they disappear again.  Because, I am happy to report, the prototype?  It works - at least in the initial trial run.  And it's good to have that knowledge in my back pocket in the event these things go missing again.

June 5, 2019

And this is why you keep following blogs you love that have gone MIA...

Today - after a long, day that included overtime (which honestly?  I didn't have much to do today; did he REALLY have to wait until it was fifteen minutes before quitting time?) - my day was made!

Remember when I talked about old school blogging not too long ago?  Well, today - after two LONG years - one of those old school bloggers has popped back up on my radar!  And you know what?  She still knows how to spin a tale.

Hop over and have a visit.

Meanwhile, I'll be sitting over here with crossed fingers that she'll stick around...and that maybe a few others will pop back up.

June 1, 2019

A fairly unproductive day...until it wasn't

Today dawned bright and beautiful.  The recent (unseasonable) heat wave finally broke and we had a glorious day of blue skies, white fluffy clouds and almost zero humidity.  Who could ask for anything else?

After changing the sheets this morning, the rest of the day was misspent...as in we didn't really accomplish anything of importance.  That garage?  Ignored.  Today was THE perfect day to work on the garage; not too hot, not too cold, not rainy - yet totally ignored.

The beds that probably need weeding?  Ignored.  The bathrooms that needed cleaning?  Ignored.

Instead we spent the day doing random things like going to the local nursery to inquire what they would recommend for thwarting weeds in the juniper - sadly, their advice was, basically, weeding. *sigh*  Their advice for replacing the day lilies?  Nor much better.

We also went to lunch at a local restaurant - which to be honest, was a *just feed me NOW* kind of place and not worth noting; BUT I ran into a retired co-worker...and let me just say this, EVERY SINGLE retired co-worker looks SO relaxed and happy.  *Checks the calendar to see when I can retire* *sigh* Not for a while yet, and I say this while actually, mostly, enjoying my job!

Man-Child stopped in for dinner a visit - and that was a pleasant surprise...until The Husband said, "Oh yeah!  I knew he was coming and I forgot to mention it."

After Man-Child left, I put on my pj's and wandered into the back yard...the lovely thing about my back yard is that for the most part no one can see what's going on back there in the late spring/summer months.

I wandered out to the big bed to see what was going on - not much - except for a few random blackberry shoots - which I quickly dispatched...eventually that thing has to give up the ghost, right?!  No, most likely not in my life time.

Then I decided to hang out in the hammock.  What I didn't factor in?  It rained quite hard last night...and this hammock is in the shade.

Hence this post to Instagram...


With the following captions...


So I changed and discovered that those bathrooms DID need to be cleaned...so I cleaned them - future me will be SO pleased!

As to how The Husband is reacting to the paper towel ban?  His first response was, "Obviously, I can't leave the house because it gives you too much time to stew over things!!"

Has he met me?!  I stew over things all day, every day!

This evening he presented me with a gross dish cloth and said, "THIS is what you are asking for?"  

"Of course!" was my response.  That gross dish cloth can be washed.  He worried that I'd be "over burdened" with extra laundry...and we all know how much I hate laundry - but this is something I think I can tolerate.

May 25, 2019

Adulthood - where some days it's nothing but aggravation and unexpectedly shelling out money

That title?  It is the lesson Man-Child has learned in spades in the past few weeks.

He had his oil changed and the car people so "helpfully" informed him that he needs four tires and that his shocks need changing to the tune of way more money than he has to spend.  "Why were they even looking at those things?  I just wanted to have my oil changed!" he fumed.

His father calmed him down by saying the shocks could wait and so could three of those tires - but he needed to replace the one immediately.  Has he done so, as of today?  That would be no.

Then he went to change the registration from us to him.  His dad did something wrong when transferring the title, so they told him he had to fill out another form, have it notarized and come back, which he did.  Only to be told that he was missing the "explanation" for what had happened; this despite the fact that what happened was clearly evident in the paperwork that he did have.  The upshot?  The Husband has to write up an explanation of what he did wrong; have it notarized and then Man-Child has to go back to the DMV; totally aggravating.

After he called his dad and vented to him; he called me to vent to me.  Which is when I relayed what happened when we first moved here.  The DMV spelled The Husband's first name wrong.  Well, technically, it's a name that can be spelled both ways but the version they went with does not match his birth certificate.  When he pointed out the error, he was told - and I quote - "It would be easier for you to go to the courthouse and have your name legally changed."

As an aside, can I tell you the absolute grief this has caused at various times for the past twenty two years?

And then, this morning - The Husband received a call from Man-Child.  His car key snapped off the fob.  His only key.

Another tidbit about this particular key - it's already been broken once before in the past two years or so.  Heads up Honda; you might want to take a critical look at the design of your keys.

I drove out to his place to pick him and the pieces up, as it were, to take him to the dealership.  Where the first guy we spoke to informed us that we would have to have the car towed to the dealership to have this dealt with; luckily, the older guy was within earshot and was able to help us come up with a solution - to the tune of $60.  Which was WAY better than towing the car and having to spend however many gazillions of dollars to fix the key only for them to tell us that, oh by the way, his whatzit is bad and needs to be replaced and also the widget has died.

Around about this point, I looked at Man-Child and said, "This is adulthood.  Aggravation.  But you can't let it ruin your day.  Besides, be glad that key broke today; if it had snapped tomorrow, you would have been out of luck as they would have been closed."  He agreed and we went to lunch at one of his favorite places.

When I asked him how he planned to spend his afternoon, he told me that it wouldn't include driving the car; because he just knew that all four tires would explode.  Fair point.  Some days, it does seem like that.

Now, hopefully, he'll get that one tire changed before he has to call me from the side of the road...

May 23, 2019

Can you say FIVE day weekend? And a bunch of other stuff.

The company I work for generously gives us both Friday and Monday off for Memorial Day.  Wisely, I decided to take one of my vacation days today to give myself a week of vacation.

I really want to complain - at length - about a co-worker.  But, I can't in the event someone finds this post and puts the pieces together.  So I won't.  Just know this - this person is incompetent and in over their head; it's only a matter of time before something explodes.

I know, if it were me, I would not want to be in that position - and no matter what they were paying me would not be enough to keep me in a job where I knew I was failing.

So, having gotten that much out, I can move on to other subjects.

Of which I have none.  Oh, wait!  Yes, I do.

At any rate, I am headed into a five day weekend and hoping to get some more things done around here.  I would love to get Man-Child here to finish weeding through the detritus in his old room and to take everything else away.  He is dragging his feet on this process.  I think what he would prefer is that we keep everything here - this is not going to happen - it will all go, one way or another.

Remember the front door debacle?  Yes, the one that has been going on for almost a year now - this morning found me down at the local building supply company (which is only open during the week - WHY?!  People like me NEED you to be open on weekends!  At the very least, on Saturdays).  While they don't install doors, they can give me a recommendation.  They will also come and measure - now, if I order the door from them I know I will pay way more than I want.  But I also know that if they measure and order and the door doesn't fit, they will have to eat that cost.  The Husband kind of balked at the price but he also agreed that he doesn't really trust the other big box store to get it right either.  So The Husband and I are currently in "negotiations" mainly because we don't need a new door (in his opinion); and theoretically. he's correct.  But, in my opinion, we do need a new door because our living room is a black, depressing hole - and who wants to live like that?  Not me.

After having lunch with The Husband - a treat on a weekday, as we work too far apart for this to occur on a regular basis - he asked what I had planned for the afternoon.  Considering that the day, up to then, had been mild and cloudy I reckoned that I would attack the weeds in the juniper - to be honest this juniper vexes me almost as much as that damned blackberry bush, which I am still fighting but (knock wood) that I seem to be slowly conquering (as long as I stay on top of it).

We actually have two beds (maybe three, but that side of the yard barely registers on my To Do list as it gets very little sun and isn't that visible) of juniper.  One is up against the house - along with some random plants - and this particular bed doesn't bother me as much as the one on the slope near the road.  Why?  Because this bed - which quite possibly also has snakes and other vermin lurking underneath, doesn't require me to wade into it much.  For the most part, I can deal with the weeds from the sidewalk.

And the bed down near the road?  It would require me to wade ALL the way into it.  And The Husband had informed me that he had actually witnessed a snake sliding into it.  So, despite the fact that the bed on that slope desperately needed weeding, I just couldn't make myself go there; despite my heavy, rubber rain boots.  So, I attacked the "easier" bed.  What I wasn't anticipating?

That the clouds would part and that the humidity would rise.  And that there were more weeds in that bed than I initially thought.  *sigh*

While in the middle of this task, The Husband came home from work and realized that I was afraid of that other bed and very thoughtfully arranged for someone to come in to deal with the bed down by the road next week.  He had promised to do it for me but has somehow pinched a nerve in his back and is pretty much down for the count for any heavy labor at the moment.

So all I have to do now is close my eyes when looking at that stupid bed for the next week.  I truly wish I knew someone with a backhoe because I would bribe them to come over and rip out all of that juniper.

Considering it's supposed to get hot and sunny this weekend, I'm thinking I'm done with weeding for this weekend.

I know there was something else I wanted to mention...*thinking*  *hmmm, nothing ringing a bell...*

Oh!

Have you heard of Erase Your Face?  Basically, it's a cleansing cloth that removes your makeup with only water and are chemical free (they say - apparently, it has something to do with the the amount of fibers) and is completely reusable.  I've been hearing about these for a while and have been skeptical.  But I ran across them at Bed Bath & Beyond a few weeks ago.  Seeing as they were only around ten dollars, I figured I'd give them a try.

Surprisingly, they work!  Now, I do have to say, with mascara (not waterproof) you have to REALLY rub your eyes - and being a woman of a certain age this is NOT something I want to do.  So generally, I use cold cream to gently remove the mascara and then use the cloth.

So, how do I know they work?  My litmus test...

White towels.

Whenever I dry my face after using the cloth - the towels remain white.  When I use my normal face wash inevitably a bit of makeup residue would transfer to the white towels - which honestly?  Would irritate me to no end.  I bought a product to remove makeup; but yet the product didn't remove ALL the makeup - and?  Nine times out of ten I had to use cold cream anyway.

If you've been wondering about this product, try it and let me know what you think.

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Usual disclaimer, this is not a sponsored post.  I bought it, tried it and liked it.

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In the latest edition, What is Blooming in Gigi's Yard Now - this week we find Asiatic Lilies!


So very pretty.  Sadly, they are pretty short lived - kind of like that peony.  Next up are the day lilies.  Which, to be honest, I'm kinda MEH about.  Sure, they look great for a hot second and then they are scraggly.  And, they really need to be divided - but I'm thinking I'd rather remove them and replace with another perennial (because let's be honest, I am NOT going to baby annuals), flowering something.  Any ideas?

Now, to paraphrase my last sign off...off to pop some ibuprofen, in anticipation of the sore muscles tomorrow from all that weeding. 

May 18, 2019

Today's News Report

We all know what happens when the guys are out of town - either a LOT gets done or a lot of nothing gets done.  Today a LOT got done; so much so that I'm thinking tomorrow will just be a sit back and chill day.  We shall see.

We all also know that when the guys are away, the odds that I will have two, consecutive posts are much higher.  What with no one here to interrupt talk to me or ask me to find whatever it is that is always right under their nose...  Surely, I'm not the only one whose family does this.  It's literally right there!  But they can't see it.  *sigh*

I have been hankering for a portable garment steamer for a while now; so today I bought one.  We shall see whether it stays or goes back.  The idea of releasing wrinkles from clothing without having to haul out the ironing board, etc. makes me happy but only if it does what it claims.  I have a feeling though that the holiday napkins will only look right with a proper ironing.  But maybe, just maybe, this might be the answer to the "ironing a tablecloth" dilemma...only time will tell.  According to the cashier at Bed Bath & Beyond, I have up to a year to decide as long as I hold on to my receipt; which means it will be Thanksgiving, most likely, before I make up my mind.

And speaking of napkins, after reading Life of a Doctor's Wife's post yesterday - which included a link to an old post from Swistle - I decided to up my game in breaking The Husband's addiction to paper towels/napkins.  While I wait for Part 2 of Suzanne's review of Reusable Paper Towels, I decided to bring in some cloth napkins - not crisp, white, holiday napkins.  But just every day napkins - that, hopefully, I will learn to live with the wrinkles -  as I certainly don't want to burden myself with ironing napkins every damn week.  So while at the BB&B, I sourced some pretty napkins - that will *sigh* have to reside on the counter where the paper towels usually sit.  I have moved the paper towels to a less convenient location.

Bright and cheery colors!

The napkin basket that will need to reside on
my counter until he is trained *sigh*


In addition, I plan to re-instate the use of dish cloths in place of paper towels.  Way back, when we were first married, we used dish cloths all the time.  My disgust with his habit of leaving a sopping wet dish cloth laying in the sink is what prompted the banishment of dish cloths.  Now, I am going to teach this old dog a new trick - wringing out the damn dish cloth.

I would also like to report that ALL the bed linens got washed today, as did the usual loads (yes, before you ask, sheets are part of the usual loads.  Blankets and duvet, not as much), up to and including the duvet.  I'm being honest here - I DESPISE washing the duvet; as putting it back on usually makes me curse and come close to angry tears; so I usually put it off.  I am happy to report that this was not an issue today.  Maybe, just maybe, I have figured out the best technique?  We shall see.

I am also anticipating that tomorrow will be an ache-y day.  Why?  Because my back porch was utterly disgusting.  So I hauled out the pressure washer that Man-Child so kindly gifted to me at Christmas.  Can I reiterate here how much I love this thing?!  Yes, it's kind of a pain to set up and tear down; but I'm finding the more I use it, the more adept I am at doing so...kinda like the stupid duvet. At any rate, I hauled it out and around to the back porch and cleaned off all the gross spindles, etc.  Note to self:  next time?  Sweep the floor first.  Guess what happens when the grossness of the spindles mixes with the pollen on the floor?  If you guessed gross, goopy mess; you would be right.  So I shall wait for the floor to dry and sweep tomorrow.  Today I just used water and while it was effective - considering that it appears this porch has never been properly cleaned, I'm thinking the next go around needs to have some sort of cleaning solution added in to the mix...plus some strapping guys with muscles around to haul everything out onto the patio.

I briefly considered cleaning out The Husband's spice cabinet - before deciding that no, I really don't want him to leave me.

*sigh* all the crap on the counter!
And seriously, who needs this many spices?!

Despite the fact that is wasted, in my opinion, valuable storage - I closed those doors and turned my sights to the "Tupperware" cabinet (let's not even get into the fact that there is no actual Tupperware in there).  From there I weeded out all the items that had no lids...and the random lids that had no mates.  I also unearthed a few of Man-Child's things - if he doesn't take them to his apartment tomorrow they are headed for Goodwill.

Speaking of Goodwill, I also filled up two banker's boxes full of stuff which is destined to land there tomorrow morning.  There *might* be a few kitchen items that The Husband will never miss included...yes, I'm looking at you tortilla warmer that's never, ever been used.

So tell me; why am I so much more productive when it's just me, myself and I?  Probably because I have no one here to question what I am doing or why I am doing it.

And before I forget...Man-Child and I actually got a half decent picture for Mother's Day...

I love this kiddo so much!


Now?  Now I'm off to pop some ibuprofen in anticipation of tomorrow.

May 17, 2019

Life lately

Oh hey! Hi!  Yes, it has been about three weeks since my last post - why are you surprised?  Life has a way of intruding.

And by "life" I mean nothing worth sharing.  Wait...I take that back.  Surely, there were some blog worthy moments/events/thoughts - but just too much of it all at once with not enough time to stop and record my thoughts and reactions.

So this post?  This post will live up to the blog's name - random, at its finest (or boring-est - you decide).

Spring has sprung!  Well, kinda.  The past few mornings have been WAY more chilly than they should have been; so much so that I may have had to use the heater in my car in the mornings; but yet I'm hearing that this weekend we will skyrocket up to 90 degrees; it's way too early for that nonsense.

But things are blooming!  Which means there is much eye-watering, sneezing, etc. happening.  Speaking of blooms, I happened to snap this photo a few weeks ago and shared it to my neglected, fairly unused Instagram account.

My peony in action!

As the blooms started to drop almost immediately afterward, I lamented to The Husband that it is such a shame that these blooms are so short lived.  He told me to take a picture and have it framed.  At first, I scoffed - because what with my mad, photography "skills" - hah!  But on a whim, I uploaded the photo to CVS and began to play with it.  I made a few minor tweaks with their editing tools and ended up with this...


A frame-worthy shot that will now remind me daily of just how much I love my peony while it's in bloom.  And look at that - who would have thunk that *I* could have a piece of "art" in my home that *I* inexplicably created?  I love it and smile every time I see it.

In other news, about a week or so ago; in a fit of frustration I threw some of my house plants out on the back porch because they were looking so bleak from the lack of sun; despite the fact that the nights were probably still too cold for them.  Only to be rewarded with this...

Those ceramic mushroom things?  Absolutely love them!
I keep them in the pots because they will shatter over the winter
if I leave them in the ground.

Yes, I know.  That IS the saddest looking shamrock that has ever lived.  BUT, two weeks ago there was only one, half dead stalk.  I just *knew* the darn thing was done for...but no, apparently there is still some life in there somewhere.  If it follows last year's pattern then by the end of summer this pot will be overflowing with shamrocks and white flowers.  I don't know if it would survive being left out during the winter, so I bring it in and watch it wilt away to nothing.  Maybe this year I'll take a chance and see what happens if it's left out.  And will feel completely guilty if it dies - because a friend of mine gave me this plant and every time I look at it, I think of her...even when it's at it's worst.

And in even more other news, the guys headed out this afternoon for a boy's fishing weekend; there was also talk of cigars and bourbon; which I am going to pretend I didn't hear.  We all know how much I appreciate a quiet weekend alone; but I will be ready for them to come home on Sunday I'm sure.  Stuff will either get done or it won't - that's usually the case - either a lot gets done or lots of nothing will be done; so we shall see. 

In an effort to show you just how quiet office life has been; (oh sure, we had our moments this week, but for the most part it's been dead.) today I decided to wade into my personal email and weed out things.  I wasn't quite brave enough to hit the Mass Delete button so I  would select all the emails on the first page and scroll through to see if there was anything I needed to keep; and repeat, repeat, repeat, repeat through nearly 2,000 emails!  Needless to say, this "project" kept me busy for a couple of hours.  Want to know how many I kept?  About three!  Which I promptly filed away in their relevant folders.  Then I repeated the process with my blog email.  Until I got to the "promotions" and "social" folders (these emails don't pop up in my inbox) - with those I hit the Mass Delete button.  And just like *snaps fingers* that all those emails are gone.  Can I tell you how fabulous it feels to have zero emails in those inboxes (until tomorrow)?  It's amazing!  I did try to unsubscribe from repeat offenders as I went through the process; whatever I missed this time around, I will try to get as they come in.

As you can see, the effort to cut clutter is everywhere.  Next up?  The kitchen counter which The Husband has once again taken over. *sigh*

April 28, 2019

He's subtly thwarting me...

It's no big secret, but I've been following the "less is more mantra" lately.  Much to The Husband's chagrin.  Why the chagrin?  Because that means I have been expecting him to follow the same mantra, which is failing.

Although, I've been able (so far) to get him to let go of some things - and food - that we absolutely have no need for; he continues to bring things into the house - that we probably have no need for.  I figure he's a work in progress.  In fact, this weekend we were able to successfully rid the garage of a bunch of stuff we did not need.  Granted, this project is far from over, unfortunately.

But lately, I have noticed a new, recent obsession of The Husband's.  An obsession that I think is his silent rebellion.  The new obsession?

Underwear and socks. 

Random, right?  He seems to have developed an unnatural fear of not having enough.  It's like he thinks I'm going to fall down on the job one day and he won't have enough of either clean items.

This despite the fact that I faithfully do laundry every week.  And every week, despite the dwindling options in his drawer throughout the week, fresh laundry always appears just in the nick of time.

Last weekend, he asked if I was going to be doing laundry any time soon.  Why?  Because there were only two clean pairs of undies in his drawer.  While the rest were in the dryer.

I kid you not. 

We have been married for twenty-eight years.  In that time, he has never, ever - not even once - been without clean underwear or socks.  Never.

But what did I discover today while putting his folded unmentionables away?

That he had purchased new socks and underwear.

Generally, this wouldn't be an issue (particularly if he routinely tossed worn items.  He does not.  I usually do that if I notice the wear while folding) but the drawers that hold these items are not limitless.  And now, I am struggling to fit everything neatly into their respective drawers.  He cannot explain this compulsion.  I'm putting it down to the fact that this is rebellion of the "less is more" movement going on in this house.  Or he wants to see how creative I can get to keep those drawers tidy with more stuff.

Those drawers that I Marie-Kondo'd the heck out of - and, after all this time, still stay fairly tidy.  I know!  Even I'm surprised it still works...until he introduces new items - that he didn't need.

April 25, 2019

"You just want me to be perfect!" Or...why our garage looks like it does.

The Husband and Man-Child are taking a trip next month where they plan to fish and do manly things, I guess.  Which resulted in the following conversation.

The Husband:  "I need to get some new fishing gear for the trip."

Me:  "Okay.  But don't you already have some gear in the garage?"

The Husband:  "Yes, but some of it is broken."

Me:  "Then WHY is it in the garage?!  Throw it out."

The Husband:  "I'm not sure what is broken and what isn't."

Me: *blankly stares at him, while wondering why he didn't just get rid of the gear that was broken when he figured out it was broken*

The Husband, accurately reading the expression on my face:  "You just want me to be perfect!  And to throw things away.  And to not bring plastic bags into the house!"

Me:  "If that's your interpretation of perfect, then yes, that is what I want."

And he wonders why the garage is in the state it's in.

We are working on it though - and it looks a lot better than it did, but obviously, still has a long way to go - gee, I wonder why?

He has promised that once we get it in shape he will keep it that way.  Considering he's been pretty good about his closet, I have a glimmer of hope - but just a glimmer, mind you.

April 6, 2019

A treat to celebrate getting those pesky taxes done...

Before I left for Texas (yes, by now, I've gone and returned) The Husband declared that the weekend after I returned we would do our taxes, and that weekend?  It was today.

As I've mentioned before, several times, I HATE doing our taxes.  Usually, I am the one at the keyboard asking The Husband for the necessary data while he scrambles through the assorted paperwork to find the information, usually throwing out an "I DON'T know!  I can't find it!  Oh!  Here it is!"  In addition to doing our taxes, I had to show Man-Child how to do his taxes.  Fun, fun.  Especially, since the sun was shining and the day was glorious...here's hoping tomorrow's forecast is more of the same, so maybe I can get out and play in the dirt.

But to be fair, this time - for both our taxes and Man-Child's - was fairly uncomplicated and dealt with without all the hand-wringing and "I DON'T knows!"

And as a reward for getting those pesky taxes over and done with, I decided that I would make a chocolate cake with peanut butter frosting...


It is currently sitting in the fridge for the requisite hour - I can't wait to try it.  I found the recipe here

As for the trip home?

I had a great time - as I always do when spending time with one of my oldest friends.  She is getting married in May and I was happy to help her get some wedding planning squared away (Dress? Check.  Cake?  Check.  Centerpieces? Check.  Minister?  Check.  Venue?  Check.  What the groom will wear?  Check.  Yes, we WERE busy!) all while playing "catch up."

Were their hiccups along the way?  Of course.  We are talking about me after all.  But my suitcase finally caught up with me, I didn't run out of gas and I eventually made it home.  And the taxes are done for another year.  And I have cake waiting for me...so I have no reason to complain, no reason at all.

(FYI, I just had a very small slice and,...if I do say so myself, it IS delicious!)

March 27, 2019

I wrote a post about an article - even if you ignore my post; please read the linked article.

I read an article this morning that I think you should also read...to be honest, EVERYONE needs to read it and then actually buy into the concept because I think, if this takes off, it could revolutionize the world as we know it.

The company, Terracycle, is promoting a new shopping platform called Loop, which plans to do away with disposable containers - like shampoo bottles, laundry detergent, etc.

They are partnering with major manufacturers to deliver the products in reusable containers.  And, once those products are used they will pick up, clean and re-fill the the containers and send them on to the next customer.

Basically, they are bringing back the "milkman" concept.  As the CEO, Tom Szaky, said,

"We're going back to the milkman model of the 1950s.  You buy the milk but the milk company owns the bottle, which you leave in the milk box to be picked up when you're done with it." 

How awesome is this concept?  In my opinion, it is EXTREMELY awesome!

They are set to begin test marketing in key areas this spring.

I can't wait until they actually launch here because I am SO there for this initiative.

Click here for a link to the article.

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Truth be told, I wrote this post months ago and just left it to languish in my Drafts folder - but today, Man-Child and I had a conversation that reminded me of this draft.  So I did a little more exploring and discovered that you can sign up for the wait-list so that when/if the program is rolled out in your area you will be informed.

March 23, 2019

A brownie is a brownie is a brownie...or is it?

Last weekend, I asked The Husband to pick up two boxes of brownie mix.  I had planned on making brownies for our car guy as he was going to work on my car, on his day off no less, and that's just one of the many reasons he is our car guy.  The other mix was just to have on hand for when the next "brownie emergency" cropped up. What, you don't have "brownie emergencies?"

Now, knowing that I make all of my cookies and most of my cakes from scratch - you are probably wondering why I don't make brownies from scratch.  And there is a reason.  It's quite possibly the STUPIDEST reason in the world. . .

It's because I don't keep cocoa powder on hand.  Why?  Probably because most of the cookies or cakes in general rotation around here don't call for it.  Generally, I keep plenty of those ingredients on hand...but not cocoa powder.

At any rate, I sent The Husband off with no further instruction as to what buy other than "brownie mix."  To be honest, I figured he would come home with the cheapest brownie mix he could find.  Which was fine by me because a brownie mix is a brownie mix, right?

At least, I used to think that.

He came home with two boxes of Ghirardelli Double Chocolate brownie mix with chocolate chips.  And I am just here to tell you that, hands down, this mix kills the myth that a brownie is a brownie.  Of course, I would never turn down a brownie that was whipped up from another mix, because brownies are delicious.  But these brownies?  Oh, so heavenly.  And I can confirm our car guy thoroughly enjoyed his batch.

As usual - blurry picture

Man-Child dropped by after I had already passed the brownies on to the car guy and as he was walking in he noticed the empty box in the recycling container and, literally, the first words out his mouth was "Where are the brownies?"  So I promised to make him some this weekend.  See?  I knew a "brownie emergency" was imminent.

But now that I see, in writing, how stupid my reason is for not making homemade brownies, I will promptly buy a can of cocoa powder and await the next "brownie emergency" so I can try my hand at homemade brownies.  In the meantime, take my word for it, if you need a brownie mix this one is fabulous.

Now about that pie crust that I also don't make from scratch - well, that will never happen because no matter how hard I try, I just cannot master that.



Not sponsored in any way, shape or form.  Promise.

March 16, 2019

Not enough hours in the day...especially on weekends

Fun fact:  Did you know my oven racks aren't actually black?  Me either.

Considering all the things I wanted to get done today; mentioned here - plus all the things that weren't on that particular list but reside on my constant, ever running, To Do list, the list was monumental.

One of the things that I wanted to do today was clean the kitchen sink.  We have a double, white porcelain sink.  When it is clean, it is a thing of beauty.  When it isn't, it is hellish, and no matter how clean the rest of the house is - if that sink isn't clean the whole house doesn't feel clean.

And considering how many messes The Husband makes in that kitchen, it feels like that sink is always in need of a scrubbing.

So I cleaned it and I was pleased.  The Husband had dropped a hint before he left that "if I had any free time and loved him, I would clean out the refrigerator for him."  This is the chore that he hates the most, even more than emptying the dishwasher.  I think it hurts him to see all the food that he has prepared thrown in the trash.  Well, that's his own fault for creating more than the two of us could possibly eat.  Now, to be fair, a LOT of the food he makes, he takes to work to share with his co-workers - or, if I'm quick enough, I take a small bit for a few of my favorite co-workers.

Then, because "I love him and I had a little time," I cleaned the refrigerator from top to bottom and discovered that we have more carrots than any one house needs.  We don't even eat that many carrots!  So, I am at a loss as to why we have so many.

Now here is where I mention that the Lazy Genius' hack to vacuuming out the fridge IS genius!  Cleaned those drawers in no time flat.

My day then got totally side-tracked when I noticed just how disgusting the oven glass was and, on a whim, decided that on this gorgeous, sun-drenched day, that I would clean the stupid oven.  I need a Lazy Genius guide to dealing with that.

Now, I know that our oven is self-cleaning but I was wary about using it as it appears our oven has NEVER, EVER been cleaned.  And, I also know that the more you can get out before you start the self-clean then, supposedly, the less toxic the fumes are (or is that all just in my head?  Probably).

At any rate, I started with the oven door.  Not long after I started, my friend from two doors down called and reminded me that we are all getting together tomorrow for her youngest's second, and her husband's (I have no idea how old he is, I'll find out tomorrow), birthday.  Naturally, this set off alarm bells in my head...GIFTS.  I needed to get gifts.  And lunch.

So I made a paste out of Barkeeper's Friend and Dawn dish soap on the oven glass and headed to Target and the ABC store.  Can you guess whose gift came from where? 😉 

Two stops and a lunch later, I came home to finish cleaning the oven door.  Guess what I decided halfway through cleaning the oven door?  That The Husband can clean the actual oven.  Dear God, that was a nightmare.  At one point, I stopped and Googled "easiest way to clean a gross oven door."

One woman suggested that one wet and one dry Mr. Clean Eraser worked for her.  Also, her "dirty" oven door looked suspiciously cleaner to begin with - but I tried it.  It did not work.  Bob Vila told me to use baking soda and vinegar - so basically, the exact same method I used - to make a paste and let it sit.  He did mention, that a razor could come in handy to remove those "extra tough" bits of grease and grime.  While I did not have a razor handy (plus, I would have worried about slicing myself to ribbons) I did have a butter knife.  You would be surprised at how much gunk a butter knife can remove from oven glass...I sure was.

After I wiped the glass clean one last time, I stood up, turned around and was faced with the oven racks.  Being the "genius" that I am, I figured I would pop those in the dishwasher and call it a day.

Until...

They didn't fit in the dishwasher.  And, I knew from my previous research, that these needed to be cleaned outside the self-cleaning oven.  Here is what I now know, when my dishwasher dies and I need a new one, I will be taking an oven rack with me to purchase the next one.  And I will find one that can hold an oven rack.

Cleaning an oven rack, by hand, has to be hands down, one of the world's most tedious tasks.  And, imagine my surprise when I realized that yes, my oven racks AREN'T black!  You can also now imagine that my oven racks still have bits of grease and grime because no amount of "elbow grease" can remove that - as my very sore fingers can attest.

Also?  Perfectly good manicure; ruined.

And that clean, white sink?  Had to be re-cleaned.

So to recap - today I cleaned the sink, the refrigerator, the oven glass and racks, and the sink again.  That is a total of five whole tasks...which took all day.

I have a feeling that if I want to complete the other nine tasks on that To Do list, I may need to get up at 3:00 am.

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And, just I was wrapping up this post, Tipsy Swistle popped into my head and reminded me how much Future Gigi is so grateful for something Past Gigi has done.  So, Today's Gigi got up and crossed four more tasks off the list - things that Future Gigi will be so relieved are done.

One of the things accomplished?  Changing the sheets on the bed.  This is shocking only because I usually change the sheets in the morning.  Now, it should be told that I ADORE clean sheets so much that I would change them every day if I could.  But I HATE changing the sheets.  Why?  Because our mattress is ridiculously heavy.  And, to my thinking, if the mattress is THAT heavy then why do they already have body-shaped ruts in them after only X amount of years (I thought I had posted when we bought a new mattress, but apparently not.  I'm thinking maybe six years ago?).  But, whatever, that chore is done.  And instead of spending the whole day waiting to crawl into a bed with clean sheets, I only have to wait until this post is done.  Delicious.

Isn't it funny though, how you envision your day (or weekend) one way, only to get totally waylaid and end up going in a different direction?