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Guest Blogging

Today, I’m over at Noni’s Kitchen where I share my famous, at least in my family, recipe for banana bread. But it gets better. Jinx has also posted a recipe for banana bread. Try them both… tell me which you like better. ; )

Noni’s Kitchen is hosted by two of the most wonderful, talented ladies you could ever hope to meet, Jinx and Wookie’sgirl. Grab a cup of coffee and stop on by.

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One of those days.

Okay, so I woke up this morning, grabbed my coffee turned on my computer, logged in, sipped coffee and waited for it to run through its thing… only the computer fades out and when it comes back in, everything is huge!

Not only is it huge, the background of each window, which used to be blue is now translucent grey and the windows are fading in like an effect in a you tube video.

No time to play with it, have to get the kids to school. I emailed kind IT-type internet friend and waved a distress flag.

Boy decided to drag his feet and is do everything possible to show me exactly how much he does not want to go to school.
Finally got them in the car and I smelled something… off. I located the source of the smell. No, not boy. 8yo who picked out her shirt from the dirty clothes hamper, the bottom of the hamper, and under a damp towel from the smell of it.

No time to change, must get high schooler to gym class, so I speed off, drop her off, drop off preschooler and then head back home with just enough time to change 8 yo’s shirt and shoo them off to school.

Deep breath, back to the computer.

It’s still big.

IT friend emailed some suggestions. I tried to change the settings… this did make it smaller but warped, really weird and didn’t help the other things.

Did I mention I have work due today?

Then I get a call from the doctor’s office. Surprise, Surprise. They are only 20 hours past the nurse’s promised ‘within 4 hours’. Well, because the hives are at the site of the TB skin test, Doc wants me to come in and see the nurse. I tell her fine but I have to pick up preschooler by 11; not a problem, she says.
I remember I don’t have any make-up on, do a slap dash and run out the door. I make it to the doctor just in time for the appt. Where the receptionist tells me I do not have an appointment with the nurse but with the doctor. (Nurses are free, doctors cost $25—when you pay $609/month, you take the free where you can get it) I tell her oh no, it’s with the nurse. I wait. She called me back up. The nurse says she can’t make a decision without the doctor.

A decision about what???

So I waited. I got out my edits ~ which I had the forethought to print out. I go over it but quite frankly, my brain has not settled down enough to think.
They call me in. I reminded the nurse that I have to leave b y 10:45. She says “No problem.”

I waited and waited.

10: 43 I grabbed my purse and the doctor walked in the room. He is very sorry, there was an elderly patient that had a lot of questions. This is why I like this doctor, he will take the time to answer questions… only this time, it was my time he was giving, but I’m trying to be understanding, I mean he was being nice, but that doesn’t stop the fact that I have to get out the door. Images of my preschooler crying because she’s the last student in class have already been fleeting through my head.

I rushed through what happened and my symptoms. He listened to my lungs and heart. He does not think the hives are related to the TB test. Great, I thanked him, shaked his hand and started to walk out. He’s concerned with my lungs. Okay, my asthma has been acting up lately and my inhaler is expired so I tell him to please renew it… oh no, they are doing something different now, inhalers are only for crisis management, there is a new drug (can you tell I don’t go the doctor much?) He wanted to explain it to me. I told him just order it, I’ll take it. I gotta go.

He. Keeps. Talking.

I finally told him my daughter would cry if I was late and bolt out of there.

I arrived at my daughter’s school just as the kids were leaving. Whew. Back home to the computer. IT friend left an email: Try a system restore.
Ran a system restore. When the computer came back on, everything was the right size… for 30 seconds.

Ran another system restore, this one from a few days back. Everything was the right size… for 30 seconds.

Considered throwing the computer out the window. But no, it’s like my right hand. I need it. And did I mention I have work due today?

Desperation… I called the computer guy. It goes to voicemail. I got a cup of coffee and wished there was whiskey in the house. Vodka and coffee? Nope.

I tried to work on my computer but it’s like your best friend walked in the door with bleached hair, a tan, a southern accent, liking country-western and two inches taller. None of these are bad things, but they are not what you’re used to. Eventually, you’ll just want your best friend back.

I want my computer back!

(Vodka and coffee is looking better and better)

I sat down to work anyway. I mean a job is a job and the phone rings. It’s the doctor’s office again. It seems I am over due for blood work up. (Told you I haven’t been there in a while) The doctor had ordered routine tests. I will need to fast, no eating or drinking for 10 hours. (this means me with no coffee in the morning—that is not a good thing) I asked the nurse, “what did the doctor think I looked pale?” She didn’t think it was funny. She reminded me that I have a tendency toward anemia. I almost reminded her that I kinda have a few clues when I’m anemic, like I can’t get out of bed in the morning.

I forced myself back to the computer; open a document and the doorbell rings. I admit I let a few curse words fly. But who is it? My computer guy. I guess my message: P***, my computer is f’ed up. Please help, clued him into the fact that I meant business.

For 10$, he fixed the damn thing and re-hooked the internet connection in my daughter’s computer. (shh. I’m not telling her yet)

I sat down to write… and the kids came home from school….

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Someone else says

I couldn’t leave a comment because I don’t have a live journal account, but I loved this post. I think I must share a sub-conscious with Jeaniene Frost because that’s just want mine sounds like too.

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Weekend Gardener

I haven’t done a Weekend post in a while. So I thought why not? Want to take a walk with me? Warning, where I live, walks at this time of year can only be done at twilight. Some of the pictures are dim and the light only lasted for half the walk. If I remember, I’ll grab the camera later to get the second half.

IMGP4998 These are roses growing up the side of a wall just as you turn the corner. They’ve been here since I was a little girl and I’ve always loved them. I think that’s one of the reasons I chose this house.

 

 

 

This is an example of California xeriscape. In order to save water: no lawns. I think it can be beautiful, and I love the courtyard but my thoughts on this ground cover would be better saved for another blog post.IMGP4999

IMGP5000I love this tree. It reminds me of the trees in Monterrey. Sometimes, we run and jump to touch the branches.

 

 

 

This is a crepe myrtle. I love these trees, the bark twists and turns and looks like satin. Each tree has its own personality.IMGP5001

Here we have a good example of a different kind of California landscape. In fact, this house is typical of the neighborhood. Low water plants and a lot of mulch. This house happens to be owned by a man who runs a landscape company. It always looks picture perfect.IMGP5004

 

 

 

 

 

This is my munchkin. I think in an early picture you saw the other munchkin. They walk with me. So does the cat but as he’s black, he didn’t show up in the pictures.IMGP5005

I wish this would have turned out better. The sky was tinged pink. At any rate, another California staple. Although, palm trees are not native to my area. A land developer brought them in many years ago to attract buyers.IMGP5006

 

 

IMGP5010 This is a bed on one of the corners. The owner hasn’t planted anything in it (probably due to the drought) but if this were mine…  I’d plant a dark-leaved low growing grass  in the upper arch and then a circle of dark purple flowers surrounded by a circle of blue flowers and fill the rest in with some white alyssum.  Can you visualize what it would look like?  ; D

 

 

 

Thanks for joining me and a walk around my block. : )

If you’d like to tell me what your neighborhood is like, leave a comment. I’d love to hear it.

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Friday Funnies

Supposedly, these are actual advertisements that have appeared in papers across the country.

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3-year-old teacher need for pre-school. Experience preferred.

Our experienced Mom will care of your child. Fenced yard, meals, and smacks included.

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A birthday update as promised

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This hand is a symbol of protection. I fell in love with it at the local import store and my baby sister and oldest daughter bought it for me.

Well, the house fairies did not visit, but my son and daughter did brave an irritated mom, irritated because teen did not do her chores, and help clean up the night before my birthday. And all the kids surprised me with breakfast in bed.

I still haven’t heard from the agent but I’m hopeful.

My kids didn’t get along all day, but they gave it a pretty good shot.

Not sure what the editor thinks yet of my edits… she hasn’t thrown them back at me and told me I ruined the short, so that’s a good thing, right? : )

And I’m still not in my size 4’s but hey, more to love.

What did happen:

My sister convinced me to read all day and that’s pretty much what I did.. on my new Sony. : ) That night, my sister brought dinner home so I wouldn’t have to cook and, bless her heart, she tried to throw a surprise party for me. Okay, that needs further explanation. After dinner I went into my room to write a blog. A few minutes later, my 8 yo walks in and says, “Soooo, what is your favorite football team?”

Warning bells. : )

 I turned to her, smiled and said, “Sweetheart, if you’re supposed to keep me in here, it’s okay, I’m not going anywhere for a bit.” She said okay and walked out. A few minutes later she comes back in. “I’m supposed to stay in here anyway.” : )

So I’m almost finished with the blog and my sister calls me into the dining room. When I go, my other sister, niece and nephew, mom, and oldest daughter are there with presents and cake. Yummy cake. and um presents.

All in all it was a great birthday. IMGP5088

The kids made me this cup. I love it!

Thank you for all your well wishes.

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Birthday wishes

Yesterday was my birthday. A big birthday, one of those scary numbers that end in zero birthdays. But of course I’m writing this before my birthday, because I like to be on top of things. : ) Or at least give it the old college try. You see? I’m rambling… it’s that zero number, sucked the focus right out of me.

~~Back on track~~

Remember when you were young, and you wrote out a birthday wish list? Well, I figured why not. So here, folks, is my birthday wishlist:

I want:

~ the agent who has my full to fall in love with it. I mean hopelessly, passionately in love. That’s not a selfish wish, right? Being in love is a wonderful thing.

~ my kids to behave the entire day. No fighting, no whining, no complaining and no playing on DS’s all day either. That would be cheating.

~ a clean house. I mean is it too much to ask for a clean house fairy to visit during the night? Okay, I’d settle on my kids doing their chores.

~ edits for my soon to be published short (written by my super-secret identity) to be so good, the editor cries tears of joy. Tears of joy are a good thing! Okay, how about: so good she says, this is perfect, it’s going to production.

~ To fit into my size 4’s again… okay, yes, I know this would take a miracle and I was kinda trying to keep it closer to wishes that had a snowball’s chance of coming true. And before you get on my case, I’m only 5’2″ and small-framed at that, a 4 is not unreasonable. For me, skinny is a size 2, really. (get the idea that I have to defend this a lot?)

Well, that’s it. I know I didn’t wish for world peace or an end to global hunger. I’ll save those wishes for when I’m in the next Ms. American pageant… oh wow, that kinda sounded sarcastic, didn’t it? : )

I’ll let you know how it goes.

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