I've fallen behind on plans just because I look around and there is so much to do. And some of it depends on the weather. I'll be spending this weekend cleaning everything I can in my house (and because all my neighbors are popping off fireworks half the night, why not start now?) But after … Continue reading New Year’s Plan: One chore a day (or an hour a day for big stuff)
While I'm pleased my first pot roast came out just fine, it seems I might not be able to enjoy it terribly often in the future. Mainly because I like having pot roast over mashed potatoes like always in life. This week, though, revealed that the food gods have decided to laugh at me and … Continue reading I’m going to have to say goodbye to the humble potato…
I've spent days with a foggy brain when I wasn't cooking or shoveling fill dirt around my house. Probably the only thing that made me excitable (other than my first successful pot roast) was having YouTube videos on. What got me out of it--at least a little while--was something I'd never watched before: First viewing … Continue reading Blitz Q #156: What’s your favorite Firefly episode?
Okay, this is gonna require some explanation. And no, I haven't changed my last name to Scrooge for the hell of it. Bah, humbug, 2020! Anyway, I was looking at a lot of posts in Reddit and other places and noticed the surge of posts regarding "sharing" Christmas gifts. More specifically, parents insisting that something … Continue reading Q#155: Is it time to re-assess teaching kids that they HAVE to share, especially siblings?
Except for those anxious/exciting days when I was messing with my well system, that feeling of being mentally checked out hasn't budged. When it wasn't really dumb stuff or acts of nature working on me, I was just not there. Honestly, if you asked me what I'd done the past few days, I'd have a … Continue reading Trying to pull myself back up and get my head on straight…
This past week and change (roughly 7 of the past 9 days) has been "one of those days." You know, the days where within half an hour of waking up a dozen things have gone wrong... and you just wanna throw your hands in the air, say "screw it", and go back to bed until … Continue reading I had an actual intelligent moment on this craptastic week: I made chili.
My internet's been iffy for days because of some repairs before a major rainstorm came in. I just didn't expect my herb garden to die such a swift death as I was meeting with a neighbor. So, a few months ago, I was working on an herb garden I could have in my kitchen right … Continue reading Finding the silver linings to a ruined garden.
I admit, after seeing it for the sixth time the past few days, I watched the several minute long infomercial on the Ionic Foot Bath (Made in the U.S.A., apparently) out of curiosity. Now, as a person who's had some recent diagnoses that require me to really change my numbers soon (cholesterol, sugar, weight, etc.) … Continue reading I keep seeing ads for that Ionic Foot Bath on YouTube. (sigh) The wishful-thinking is high in this product…
While I'm a big believer in the concept of fair play, when one side writes their own rules while trying to tear the "everybody" rules to pieces, it's time for the other side to do something else. You can't explain or reason with a hungry cannibal; it's gonna tear you to pieces. REBLOG from Armchair … Continue reading Republicans Did Their Homework
My Copy: 9781982131739 (image from bn.com) Well, if you read Fear, then you can assume this is the continuation (and book-end) to what was brought up in that book. And you'd have a good reason to believe that, wrapping up just a few months before the 2020 Election. Rage is a very apropos title, namely … Continue reading Rage, by Bob Woodward
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