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!