Thursday, February 12, 2015

Friday Letters, February 13

Hello again, m'friends!
... and thank you for your uplifting feedback last week!  Paula's a great hostess, and I really hope you'll elect to join her here!  
Deal?   Deal!

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Dear Spontaneity,
It's true, we barely know one another. 
Still, I appreciate your prompting me to hit Ticketmaster's 'Buy Now' button.   Sure, there's plenty of other stuff DH could use for his birthday.   But it's not every day he turns 73.  Don't you think it's high time we focus more on creating experiences and making memories ... and less on replacing holey socks?  
Just hope he likes Alan Jackson as much as I do!
... and hope I can keep from spilling the beans for another couple of weeks!
Miz Tom
Dear Sippy Tumbler,
I hate to admit when my boss is right.   Turns out I am consuming lots more water when I drink from a straw.    But 64 oz. each day?  Not happening.
Dear Big Insurance Company,
Here, I was sure I'd found 'Mr. Right' ... and now you're telling me he's incompatible with your portfolio of heath-care providers.  I'm reluctant to find a new practitioner, but paying out-of-pocket for the recommended therapy isn't very smart.  A pox on your house!
Still standing,
Dear Facebook,
Sometimes you can be downright annoying!   But deep down, I love you to the moon.  And back! 
So glad 'B' included her maiden name on her profile.   It feels pretty great to have reconnected after 43 years!
Your friend,
Mr. God,
Thank you for reminding me and my taste buds, you promised us our 'daily bread' -- not the whole bakery.
Happy Valentine hugs!

Monday, February 9, 2015

Ode to a Motor Mouth

What a bone-headed move!
(... that would be me, admonishing myself.)  

Scarcely a mile out of our driveway this morning, I braked at the 4-way traffic stop.   Then – without yielding to the motorist next in line – proceeded on ahead like the Queen of Sheba.   

Ironic, in that one of my biggest pet peeves is drivers who don’t observe 4-way etiquette.
Doubly ironic, given my comment about ‘careless drivers’ in my last post!    
I’m sooooo sorry! 
(… Me again, wailing in the direction of their disappearing tail-lights.)
And for the gazillionth time, I regret not having the moxie to follow through with the Get-Rich scheme I’d hatched back in the early 80’s …..   something I felt certain would revolutionize the nation’s highways and byways.   Heck, I even tried enlisting the aid of a patent attorney.  You know, the sort whose toll-free solicitations used to adorn billboards up and down U.S. 19.   Instead, he practically scoffed in my earpiece.
(While I’ve a vivid imagination and the occasional novel idea – my poor verbal skills and self-doubts usually undermine any chances of success.)
Aside from a few What-Might-Have-Been confessionals to friends and family, my little pipe dream was buried and mostly forgotten.

Now, are you ready for the kicker?     Just last year I happened on a talk-radio show, whose hosts were bandying around an emerging technology where motorists can communicate with one another via strategically-placed digital images, embedded in their vehicle exteriors.  

Yep.  I practically drove off the road. 

Admittedly, my baby (‘Motor Mouth’) hadn’t evolved much further than hand-held paddle boards fashioned with oversize luminescent lettering.   I wonder if digitized message boards were even around back then?    Still the sentiment was the same:   How to apologize, offer a sincere ‘thank you for letting me in’, request emergency assistance – even ask a tailgater to back off without resorting to hand gestures.

 You know, I have to applaud whoever took that idea and rode it past all the naysayers, to the marketplace.     Sort of like those persistent folks on Shark Tank.    (Any other fans out there?)

I sure hope there are no more new cars (and annoying monthly payments) in my future.   Still, were one to come along that ‘talked’, I’d be awfully tempted.   You?

Thanks for listening!

Hugs from Phoenix,

Friday, February 6, 2015

Friday Letters

I'm delighted to join Paula at Smidgens, Snippets and Bits for this week's edition of Friday Letters.   Thank you, Paula, for jump-starting this fun prompt!

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Dear Johnson & Johnson customer service representative,
Wow.  What a speedy response to my e-mail!
But (I thought) I was being quite complimentary regarding the Lubriderm lotion -- and only asked if it might be produced in tube form for easier transport.   While I appreciate your offer of a refund, that's not necessary.  Really!

Dr. Chiropractor
We've only just met ... but I'm already 'cautiously optimistic'!   More than you know, I appreciate your not wanting to rush me into any quick-fix agenda -- particularly since you're blatantly geographically unsuitable.   Two hours getting home last night isn't necessarily therapeutic. 
Yes, I'll try to keep an open mind.        

Dear mind-pop,
You never fail to show up at the oddest moments and amuse me.  This time, you've out-done yourself.   It's been more than 40 years since I heard "Thoroughly Modern Millie" ... but it popped in my head the other day, and has hung around ... and darned if I don't remember all the lyrics!  :)))

Dear Middle Manager,
Sure, I'm guilty of wearing my heart on my sleeve.  But was it really necessary to make age-related (disparaging) remarks in front of the others, just to get a laugh?   In case you hadn't noticed, I'm not laughing.
P.S. - If you're really fortunate, "P" .... you too will get to live this long.  
Then again, as you were quick to point out, I won't be alive to see it.

Dear Mr. God,
You know, I take so much for granted.   It occurred to me, I haven't expressed much appreciation for the gift of reliable transportation and a safe journey to and from work each day.    It seems there's so many angry or careless folks on the highways - it can be a challenge just keeping out of their way.  Thank you!

We hope everyone enjoys a great weekend!
Hugs from Phoenix :)


Sunday, February 1, 2015

The good egg

Like my father before me, I'm addicted to eggs.   Scrambled, fried, over-easy .... you name it!

Oh sure, there was a time I'd make faces and impolite noises in the direction of his breakfast plate.   If my eggs weren't hard-boiled or scrambled to the consistency of an overly-chewed piece of gum, I wasn't interested.  

... Which begs the question:   Have you ever developed a taste for something you once loathed?  
My minister once told how she'd been taught that the body's cells replicate themselves every 7 years. So, if you happened to hate runny eggs 'back when' you might enjoy them now.   (No, I never bothered to check the authenticity of this 'replication' business!)  

My father was a sly sort.   Given my gullible nature, he tried to convince me that the milk delivered in dark brown bottles was sweeter than the clear variety ...
and eating a soft-boiled egg from my little ceramic egg cup would transform its taste.

Cute, but I wasn't having any.

Only in the last few years has my curiosity come around.
One afternoon boredom spurred me to try my hand at making a perfect 'over-easy' egg.   
...And what's a girl to do but eat her mistakes?   Personally, I like mine perched atop a slice of pizza pie! 

Now, wouldn't you know, it's DH's turn to make faces.   It almost breaks my heart that he refuses to eat scrambled eggs stirred in his chili.  Then again, he never had the good fortune to live in West Texas.  (smile .... and apologies to Jon!)

No.  Overall, Tom's been a good sport, and claims to enjoy the Pinterest-inspired eggs I 'hard boil' in the oven.
I'm still working to perfect a microwave poached egg -- but he ate most of my attempts this morning without issue.   Sort of. 
When I offered to tweak the formula next time, he asked, "What makes you think there's going to be a 'next time'?"  LOL!

Truth be told, I'm growing weary of my 'desktop omelets' and would love to produce something fun without it exploding in the office microwave!

Have you any 'food hacks' or favorites?   I can't wait to hear if there's something I'm missing!

Bon appetit!
.... and hugs from Phoenix!




Thursday, January 29, 2015

Releasing the tired one

Yikes!   Were it not for the honesty of another shopper, I recently came close to losing my driver's license and credit cards - because the stitching on my beloved billfold grew too tired and gave way.

"That's it.  I'm taking you shopping.", DH announced in a brook-no-argument tone.
I opened my mouth to protest ... then took a good look.

Pathetic, isn't it. 
But once upon a time, it was Beautiful.

Am I the only one?  
....or is there a kindred soul in Blogland who's hung onto something long after its useful life, solely for sentiment?

That billfold came into my life some 15 years ago.   When my mother was still active and alert, she 'most appreciated' my driving down to Port Charlotte for the weekend and taking her shopping.

As much as I'd like to pretend otherwise, I wasn't particularly enthusiastic.
No question we loved one another, but our similarities were few and far between.   Shopping, for instance.   

I don't necessarily recommend it, but my M.O. is hasty decision-making, usually done on-line. 
On the other hand, mother loved the mall and could (literally) spend hours before deciding on pair of shoes, a purse.   Or a billfold.

That day, mother discovered her 'birthday billfold' in amazing short order!   More than a little relieved, I was happy to pay the bill and suggest we move on to cocktails and dinner.  
I don't remember the restaurant or what we had to eat, but I'll never forget the honest-to-goodness Good Time we enjoyed.   Like mothers and daughters are supposed to.

There was no question.   Shortly after my mother passed I adopted that billfold as my own.  
... and loved it for the last 11 years.       

I never replaced this picture ..... mother kept tucked alongside
her driver license, voter identification and Blue Cross/Blue Shield ID card.
That little guy in the sunglasses?  That's my pride n' joy, now all grown up!

I've probably wasted spent too much time on eBay and Etsy, trying to find the same 'vintage' billfold.   Then, with all the subtlety of a sledgehammer, the truth dawned.  I don't especially want a clone, because it won't be the same.  

Instead, I'll put 'our' billfold in the hope chest alongside my dad's wallet, and look for a replacement.
Something serviceable and sturdy ... and maybe, just a wee bit vintage!

Hugs from Phoenix!

Saturday, January 24, 2015

I don't get it!

Good Saturday, m'friends!
I'm feeling so mellow this morning, it's almost concerning.  (smile)   

Oh yes, there's plenty on my mind, but I thought it high time for a 'softball' sort of share:  
A few things I just don't 'get.'   If you've an explanation - a rebuttal, even - I'd love to hear it!

White towels 
... intimidate me!
Who really wants to be first to dirty someone's lovely white terrycloth?
More often than not, I'll opt to wipe my hands on an article of clothing or a piece of toilet paper!
Tattoos on young women
Sorry, if I'm stepping on anyone's toes!
But I have to agree with my lovely DIL who asked her daughter's friend,
"Why would you want to put a bumper sticker on a Bentley?"
Pergola roofs
So, I've wondered if a random foreman woke up one day and said,
"I've a great idea to cut our material costs in half!"
Right.  ...and if you sit under it in a storm, you'll only get half wet!
Just a couple more! ....

Female 'stars' who prefer being referred to as, "Actor."
I never thought 'actress' sounded demeaning.  Did you?
Photo enforcement warning signs
... leave me scratching my head.
I don't expect anyone to agree with me on this one,
but for the life of me, I can't understand why you want to give a 'bad boy' (or girl) a head's up. 
Far fetched perhaps, but if they're caught enough times they might change their driving habits?
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Well, just in time for the Pro Bowl and next Sunday's reaaaaaaly Big Game, our temps are becoming unusually warm.   I'm going to do my best to enjoy every moment.  Wish you were here!  

Hugs from Phoenix!

Sunday, January 18, 2015

Remedial reading

So, as I was saying  ...
I read a book!   (Cue the sparklers and kazoos!)

Ya, I get that puzzled look.  You're thinking, "Whaaaaat the heck?".  

You see, since the time I was old enough to read, books have been my best friends.  An addiction, really.   Yes, I was one of 'those' (obnoxious) children who tried reading at the dining room table or surreptitiously under the bedcovers.

But following events of early 2013, like someone turning off a light switch ... I couldn't read anything longer than 4-5 pages.   No, there was nothing amiss with my vision.   Simply I couldn't focus.  

Oh, I tried surrounding myself with my favorite authors' best sellers ... from gritty thrillers to soft-serve, 'bubble-gum' reads.    Nothing took.

Then, not long ago I just gave myself permission.   Permission to step off the carousel for a little while.   After I got over the initial guilt and resisted the impulse to jump up and do something else, the hours flew by.

I don't know.  This may be a process.  Like a confirmed anorexic, I'll stare at a best seller on-line - but I'm not drawn to engage.    Maybe it's like getting back up on that horse after you find yourself unceremoniously sprawled on your ***?

This may sound really silly, but here goes.
There was an old mind game I used to exercise to help fall asleep.   In keeping with 2015's theme,  I've a hunch this might help me RELEASE the irrational thoughts and fears which keep me awake.   Perhaps it might catch on?  (This is particularly helpful if one's inclined to be a control freak ... smile!)

Once immersed in a work of fiction, my mind's eye has this crazy need to visualize a character's face, his surroundings.   So, come bedtime my imagination goes into overdrive ... allowing me certain luxuries.    Holding the book's film rights, 'my' cast of characters is made up of anyone I fancy --  a bona-fide movie star, an old classmate, even a co-worker.    Nothing's impossible!

PS -
This sounds like a huge contradiction, but personally - and especially since seeing "The Notebook" - I'm not fond of film adaptations.   I once had occasion to meet a well-known author and ask, had she ever considered selling the rights to one of her books to a film-maker.    Without batting an eye, the answer was a swift and unequivocal, "No!".  
PPS - ... and a bit of levity.  
Have you ever uttered something so out of place, it left you shaking your head?
Just yesterday as DH and I were leaving the grocery, a gentleman coming in the door spotted the lettering on my hoodie and remarked, "Go Auburn.  Good school."
... and darn if I didn't reply, "Thank you."
Seriously?!?!?!?!    Like I'm on the Board of Trustees or something?    (Banging.Head.Against.Wall)
Have a great week, everyone!
Hugs from Phoenix!