Wednesday, December 31, 2008

Last Day of 2008

Let me start off by saying I feel so much better today! Dr. M's nurse called earlier and talked to me for awhile and made me feel so much better mentally about how I'm feeling. She said it's totally normal after the surgery I had because the stenosis was so severe to still have pain for up to 3-4 more weeks. (I don't think that sentence makes sense, but you know what I mean) And if I need the pain medicine, they'll refill it and not to worry about that. I guess I just needed someone "official" to tell me all of that. You never know if family is just telling you something just to make you feel better.

Anyway, so I feel much better in my head than I have been, and it even made me feel a litle better physically too. I even got out for the first time since surgery and drove to the pharmacy and got my meds, went and got myself some bigger tops to wear since all I had were too small (dammit), and I stopped at the pet store and got $42 worth of dog toys for my babies. They're gonna be so happy when I show them later. I think Fletch is the only one who suspects I might have them because he was jumping up to look on the counter and sniffing in the air at the bags. I faked him out by covering up the bags of toys with a towel and showing him an onion I had up there in a plastic bag. "See, Fletch? There isn't anything up here for you. It's just an onion."

We're not doing anything special for New Year's Eve. I'd be surprised if I'm even awake when the ball drops at midnight.

Y'all have a safe and happy new year!

Tuesday, December 30, 2008

More Soup

I made this soup last night for dinner. It was so good, y'all. It's really nothing special, but I guess I was hungry and it really hit the spot. I got the recipe out of Taste of Home's Simple & Delicious Magazine. This recipe makes a bunch, so half it unless you are feeding a bunch of people or want a lot of leftovers.

Zesty Hamburger Soup

1 lb ground beef
2 cups sliced celery
1 cup chopped onion
2 tsp minced garlic
4 cups hot water
2 medium red potatoes, peeled & cubed
2 cups frozen corn
1 1/2 cups uncooked small shell pasta
4 jarred jalapeno slices
32 oz. V8 juice (4 cups)
2 cans (10 oz each) Rotel tomatoes, undrained
1-2 Tbsp sugar

In a Dutch oven, cook the beef, celery, onion, and garlic over medium heat until meat is no longer pink; drain. Stir in the water, potatoes, corn, pasta, and jalapeno.

Bring to a boil. Reduce heat, cover and simmer for 10-15 minutes or until pasta & potatoes are tender. Stir in the remaining ingredients. Cook and stir until heated through.

I didn't realize it until I just typed this that I forgot to add the sugar at the end. It was still good though. We did need to add salt because the V8 juice had enough in it I guess, but black pepper was a must.

Nutrition Facts: 1 1/2 cups equals 221 calories, 5 g fat (2 g saturated), 22 mg cholesterol, 548 mg sodium, 33 g carbs, 4 g fiber, 13 g protein.

I just took a long nap and dreamed that I was in the hospital because somebody in my family was having a baby, and Adam Sandler was there because his wife was having a baby too. Then suddenly I was working part-time at the hospital and I was told they wanted to hire me full-time, but I had to talk to Adam Sandler first because he was the one who made the final decision. And it was for more money than I'd ever made before. That's all I can remember, and that's enough because it was stupid. Get out of my dreams, Adam Sandler.

Monday, December 29, 2008


Uh-oh. The tears and crying I predicted in one of my last few entries are here. It just hit me a few minutes ago. Instead of letting it get a good grip on me, I got on the computer and came here to make another entry. That might stave it off or eliminate it altogether.

Don't even read this unless you want to hear a bunch of whining. I just want to write it all down and maybe it will help.

I just don't feel good, and I feel like I should be having less pain and more energy. My throat still hurts (not as bad as right after surgery) and I feel like I have a wad of gum or something stuck in there near my Adam's Apple, my neck and shoulders hurt like a big bee-otch, my lower back is aching, and my ears are stuffed up to the point where everything sounds like it's coming out of a tin can. In a nutshell, I feel like I'm 97 years old.

Y'all don't need to write me or call me and tell me it's okay and it's only been a little over a week, etc, etc. I know that. I guess my brain is just wired to feel sad and focus on all the bad stuff when I don't feel well. WAH.

Barnaby just knocked on the front door. He bought me a new computer because mine has been acting up lately, and I can't wait until it explodes on me when I'm trying to get work done to replace it. He was disappointed about there not being any cookies. I guess he was looking forward to them. Maybe I can make a half-batch before he gets home and surprise him. The main reason I don't want to make them is because it will make a mess in my kitchen and I don't want to face cleaning it up.

The dogs have really been angels today with me being here by myself. And L.B. ate every bit of his chicken baby food, so I think he's feeling better. All of them took a two-hour nap with me earlier and didn't act like starving fools when it was time for their afternoon feeding. I should make them some homemade dog biscuits when I make the cookies. I've never done that before, but I know there are recipes out there for them.

I just realized that I have a headache along with everything else. Gah. I can't type anymore.

End of self-centered whine-fest. I'm going to go try and focus on something besides myself. Now there's a novel idea.

Is it Monday?

I can't keep the days straight.

Okay, so I wasn't in the best frame of mind when I wrote yesterday's entry. Maybe today will be better.

My mom called last night and wants to come over and help with the dogs or house-cleaning or whatever since Barnaby went back to work today. I told her last night that I'd call her around noon and let her know how I felt. I mentioned that Barnaby was wanting some cookies, and that might be a good thing she could do when/if she comes over. I have tons of baking ingredients that I had bought in anticipation of making Christmas goodies, but I didn't use any of it because of surgery. In fact, I missed Christmas altogether, come to think of it. I'm not a big Christmas person so that was fine with me. But I digress.

So I have tons of chocolate chips, butterscotch chips, powdered sugar, plain old sugar, etc., with which to make cookies and candy. But now I'm reconsidering the whole baking of cookies thing because I WEIGHED THIS MORNING and recoiled in horror at the number I saw. Ugh.

I'll call my mom and cancel the cooking-baking, but she can still come over if she wants to sit here and watch me sit here. I don't want her doing my laundry or cleaning my house, although both of those things need to be done. Especially the vacuuming. Five dogs and a cat = lots of hair to vacuum up. Plus, the weather has been nice enough the past few days to leave the back door open so Fletcher and Sammi can run in and out at will, and they both love to drag in leaves and twigs and even whole branches into the living room. All that stuff needs to be vacuumed up. I don't know why since they'll just drag in more stuff.

I need to get Barnaby to take a picture of my neck so y'all can see the incision on my neck. It really healed fast, and doesn't look too bad. My sister has had this surgery twice, and I think her scar is a little bit lower on her neck than mine is. She'll have to come over so we can compare scars.

Something weird is up with my ears/hearing. They feel like they are both stopped up, and I can't hear very well at all. I can hear a constant ringing sound, which is normal for me, but it seems worse. It's probably the meds or something. I'm not one to get ear infections.

Eww...I'm watching Regis & Kelly right now and Rick Springfield is performing right now. It's not good.

I'm sick of my hair being short. Unfortunately, there's nothing I can do about it except wear a hat, and I look ridiculous in any kind of hat. I'm pretty sure it's too short to pin it up and wear some of that hair I bought last summer. I'm just too lazy to try it right now anyway.

Little Boy hasn't been feeling well the last few days. He's not eating or participating in any of Fletcher and Sammi's shenanigans. Hopefully it's just a stomach bug and he'll get better soon. I guess I'll offer him some chicken baby food and some white rice at their next meal time. I still have some left over from when Sammi was sick last time.

I'll stop rambling now. I need to call my mom and do a little crocheting. Thank goodness I can still crochet without my neck hurting. It would really suck if I couldn't at least do that.


Sunday, December 28, 2008

My Crappy List

1. I feel like crap.

2. I look like crap.

3. My computer is running so slow, it's just crap.

4. I went for a crappy walk around the crappy block to hopefully lift my crappy spirits, but it didn't work.

5. I know things could be much worse, but I don't want to hear that crap.

6. Just plain crap.

7. Number 7 is the end of my crappy list.

8. Just for good measure....CRAP one more time.


Okay, here's the deal. I've been trying to do without the prescription pain meds and just take the muscle relaxer and over-the-counter Tylenol, but it just doesn't work. I'm afraid I will run out of the medicine that does work and the doctor won't refill it, and I'll just sit here and hurt from now on. The after-surgery instructions my doctor gave me say that I should cut out the pain medicine 3-4 DAYS after surgery and just use over-the-counter stuff. I feel like it will be 3-4 WEEKS before I am to the point where that might work. I also feel like everyone (whoever that is) will think I'm just being a baby or I'm a crack whore for pain medicine if I ask to refill it.

And the GUILT! Gah. I hate guilt. I am the Queen of Guilty Feelings. I bet I've apologized to anyone who will listen a thousand times. I'm sorry I'm inconveniencing you, I'm sorry I asked you to get me some water, I'm sorry I had to have surgery, I'm sorry I need pain medicine still, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!

Why do I do that? I know it's not my fault, but I feel the need to apologize.

I'm sorry, but I have to go now.

Wednesday, December 24, 2008

Progress, Maybe

Ugh. Getting over this surgery is slow going, folks. It will be one week since surgery tomorrow, but it only feels like a couple of days. The days and nights are all blurring together.

Barnaby went back to work today, and my mom came over and stayed a couple of hours with me this afternoon. She fed the dogs and let them in and out 167 times, they were jumping in her lap, trying to give her kisses, licking her socks, bringing her toys, and generally just begging for attention. Because we all know they never get any around here.

I think I felt a little better today than I have been. Maybe I'm on the upswing now. I know better than to start doing more things just because I'm feeling better. Sure as I do, I'll have a relapse and feel bad again for a day or two. It's my experience that I'm due for a day where I cry and feel all depressed and sorry for myself. It's the anesthetic that does that to some people, so I'm told. It seems to happen to me every time I have surgery about a week afterwards.

Okay, it's 8:30 p.m. It's close enough to bedtime for me. Nightie-night.

Sunday, December 21, 2008

A Quick Hello

I'm alive and well after surgery. It'll be at least another week or so before I'll be blogging regularly. It hurts. I think my sister told me a lie when she said she didn't hurt after surgery. I'm sure she was just trying to help me not be anymore freaked out than I was.

My family has been great through this whole deal. And Barnaby is being a really good nurse. He'll be staying home with me at least until next Wednesday

Thanks for your thoughts and prayers everybody.


Monday, December 15, 2008

Yep, Surgery

The neurosurgeon agrees with everything the other doctor said. I'm scheduled for surgery on Thursday morning. I should be able to come home on Friday.

I'm not really freaked out about it anymore. It's something I just have to do. I have no choice unless I fancy becoming a quadriplegic. The doctor will go in through the front of my neck, remove the disk, and replace it with some kind of plastic. The good news is I don't have to wear a C-collar after surgery. I was really happy to hear that. I was almost dreading that more than the surgery itself.

Weather Report: The high temperature yesterday was 80 degrees. A cold front came in last night, and it's been really cold all day. It's currently 27 degrees. I just saw on the news that the high tomorrow will be 37. Brrrr! Love it.

Menu: Leftover Chicken Divan (See recipe in previous entry)

On the Crochet Hook: A scarf for my youngest son, and I always have an afghan or two going.

Wearing: Mens Pajama Pants, socks, and a Hanes t-shirt. (Yes, I'm hot.)

Current Food Obsession: Bob's Sweet Stripes Candy Canes (the soft ones)

On TV: Probably Antiques Roadshow for an hour and then some episodes of Cash Cab we have recorded. We have over 100 episodes recorded! We did that because of the holidays coming up. There's never anything to watch.

Reading: The latest Star Magazine, and a book by Joan Hess called Strangled Prose. It's the first in a series of Claire Malloy Mysteries. It's good. I'm about half-way through it.

Have a great evening! Bye.

Sunday, December 14, 2008

Aaron's Scarf

Here's the scarf I made for my son, Aaron. He requested one done in black, blue, and tan stripes. I used a multi colored yarn with tan in it instead of using plain tan. It's done using Vanna's Choice yarn in Black and Colonial Blue, and ILTY in Blue Camo Stripe.

The pattern I used is for an afghan called Warm Stripes in the 2006 Leisure Arts booklet "Fireside Afghans." I just used different colors and varied the color sequence.

Saturday, December 13, 2008

Quick Chicken Divan

I made this for lunch today, and it was great! It's a keeper.
Quick Chicken Divan

2 (10-oz) pkgs frozen cut broccoli
2 cooked chicken breasts, chopped (I used 2 big cans white chunks)
1 (10.75-oz) Cream of Chicken soup, undiluted
1 (10.75-oz) Cream of Mushroom soup, undiluted
1/2 cup mayonnaise
1 Tbsp lemon juice
1 1/2 cups shredded cheese (I used Colby/Monterrey Jack mixed)
Cooked white rice

Preheat oven to 350. Place broccoli in the bottom of a 13" x 9" baking dish that has been sprayed with cooking spray. Top with chicken. In a small bowl, mix soups, mayo, and lemon juice. Pour the mixture over the chicken. Top with cheese. Bake 40-45 minutes until bubbly and lightly browned. While this is baking, prepare your rice. Serve the chicken divan over the cooked rice.

Friday, December 12, 2008

Um, Uh, Er, Um...

I expected to be out of the MRI place by 2:00 since I was told it would only take 45 minutes and it started at 1:00. Flash forward to me walking out the door at 3:15.

Now flash forward about 15 minues later. I'm standing in line at Hobby Lobby where I ran in real quick to get some yarn after my MRI.

My cell phone rings really loudly (Pink Panther Theme Music), and I start rummaging through my purse to make it stop.

ME: Hello?

HIM: Is this Pam?

ME: Yes.

HIM: This is Dr. C. You had your MRI this afternoon, didn't you?

ME: (Thinking, "Uh-oh. This can't be good." I nearly said, "Nope, that wasn't me. Bye!") Yes, I did.

HIM: I wanted to wait until Monday so I wouldn't ruin your weekend, but you really need to know this.

ME: (Shitting a brick but not saying anything.)

HIM: You have a severely herniated disk in your neck. This is not something that I can fix with a shot of steroids like I did for your lower back. You're going to need surgery immediately. I'm not talking about you waiting until Christmas or anything. I'm talking about within the next week.

ME: Oh. (I'm a great conversationalist, no?)

HIM: I don't do this surgery so I'm referring you to the spinal surgeon in our group, Dr. B. He should be calling you to tell you what time to see him in his office on Monday morning.

I want you to understand that you need to be very careful and take care of yourself this weekend. Don't lift anything or do anything that could injure your neck further. Here is my cell phone number. Call me immediately if you notice any change or if you lose control of your bowels (WTF?) or have any worsening pain. You'll need to go to the ER and check into the hospital.

ME: What number is it?

HIM: Excuse me? What number is what?

ME: The number on my back. You know, the spinal numbers? (Gawd! Just shut-up, Pam! My inner idiot has kicked-in big time and I can't think of the right word. I've only spoken English a short time. I can feel my face flushing.)

HIM: Oh, I know what you mean. It's the disk between the C-5 and C-6 vertebrae.

ME: Oh, okay. Hmm.

We hang up a few minutes later, and by this time I've paid for my stuff at Hobby Lobby and am sitting in my car. Yes, I was that rude, annoying lady in line on her cell phone the whole time I was being checked out. You can suck it, people. I have a thing on my back number!

Now that I've had time to come out of my stunned brain cloud (that's a medical term, I'm sure), I've made plans to see a neurosurgeon that my cousin works for on Monday for a second opinion. He'll most likely be the one to do the surgery if he agrees with the diagnosis.

Just GAH! I'm freaking out.

Thursday, December 11, 2008

It's Soup Weather

This soup was served at Barnaby's poker game last night. He said it was really good.

Chicken & Wild Rice Soup
Makes 10 cups

1 small onion, chopped
1 cup shredded carrots
5 cups water
1 6.2-oz pkg fast-cooking long grain & wild rice mix
1 10-oz pkg frozen chopped broccoli
2 cups chopped cooked chicken (canned works)
1 8-oz pkg cream cheese, cubed
1 10-oz can Cream of Chicken soup, undiluted

Saute onion & carrots in a lightly greased Dutch oven over medium heat for five minutes.

Add 5 cups water, seasoning packet from rice mix, broccoli, and chicken. Bring to a boil and stir in the rice. Reduce heat, cover, and cook 5 minutes.

Add cream cheese and soup; cook, stirring constantly, 5 minutes or until cheese melts.

Serve immediately.

Wednesday, December 10, 2008

Meanwhile, Back at the Ranch...

I managed to get ready quickly and leave a little early for my doctor appointment today. I got in my truck, inserted the key, and NOTHING happened. Doh!

I ran in the house and called my mom & dad to see if they could come pick me up and take me to my doctor appointment. I dialed their number and Mom answered the phone but couldn’t hear me. I hung up and dialed my sister’s number to see if she could come get me really quick. I decided to call her first since I remembered that my mom is still in a cast from breaking her foot a few weeks ago. My sister couldn’t do it, and whilst talking to her on the phone, my cell phone rang AND somebody I recognized as a work client was beeping in on the Call Waiting line. I let that one just ring, and answered the other one which was my mom calling back to see if I’d just called her.

After all that rigmarole, my mom and dad came and got me and took me to the doctor. I walked up to the window exactly on time at 2:30. I got in quickly, and we were on our way back home in about 30 minutes.

The doctor wants me to have an MRI and a nerve test done to see if it’s a disk or a pinched nerve or the extra cervical rib thing causing my problems. The nerve test will also tell him if the numbness in my hand is from the neck problem or a completely unrelated problem like carpel tunnel.

I want my 20-year-old body back, please.
Yesterday Evening at Scotty's Place
Sammi says, "If I look really pathetic, maybe I'll get a cookie."

Abby: "I already ate a cookie out of the cat litter and now I don't feel so good."

Fletcher: "What is this crap on your back? It stinks!"
L.B.: "I didn't do nothin'."

Abby: "Oh, man. I really don't feel good."

Phoebe: "I shall lick my leg until it turns permanently brown and falls off."

Phoebe: "And then I'll smell it."

Phoebe: "And then I'll lick it some more."

L.B.: "Grrrrr! Do I look like that sexy vampire guy in Twilight?"

Phoebe: "Momma is fixin' to yell at me for licking my leg again, so I'll stop until she looks away."

Fletcher: "You're so pretty! Let me kiss you on the cheek."
Phoebe: "God, I hate him. I cannot lick my leg when he does that."

L.B.: "I think I'm horny."

Sammi: "I'm going to go over here and look pathetic again. Maybe I'll get a Pringle from Daddy."

L.B.: "Yep, I'm horny! I'll just do a sneak attack while she's distracted."

Fletcher: "What the hell are you eating NOW?"

Phoebe: "Licking makes me sleepy."

Tuesday, December 09, 2008

Call Me Pick

Mildred Barton Presley or “Aunt Pick,” was my grandfather’s sister. She got the nickname Pick from her father when she was a little girl. He’d say, “There’s Daddy’s little pickananny,” and then it got shortened to just Pick. I never knew her as anything else.

Aunt Pick had the most beautiful skin you’ve ever seen. It looked exactly like the skin of a peach, but it was ivory colored. My sisters and I would always ask her what she used on her face that made it so pretty. She’d laugh the way only Aunt Pick laughed, “Shoo-hoo-hoo-hoo!” and say, “I use Crisco right out of the can every night like cold cream!” Then she’d show us that she had a big can of Crisco sitting on her dressing table.

Now about Aunt Pick’s laugh. She said the word “shoot” a lot, and I guess her laugh was just a condensed version of that word. “Shoo-hoo-hoo-hoo!” I can still hear her plain as day. And she was always laughing, too. She seemed to be perpetually happy and pleasant. She must have taken after her mother, my Great Granny Barton, who was always happy. I never heard her or Granny Barton say a cross word about anything.

Aunt Pick was always heavy, as far as I know. She told me a story one time about how she fell in the parking lot of the grocery store, and she was so fat, she couldn’t get up. She said, “I just rolled around and rolled around in that parking lot, and couldn’t get myself up! Shoo-hoo-hoo-hoo!” She had tears in her eyes when she told me because she was laughing so much.

I tell you all these things about Aunt Pick just to say that I’m going to look just like Aunt Pick if I don’t go on a diet and put a halt to stuffing my face with whatever, whenever I want. I’ve just been ignoring it and pretending it isn’t so. I’ll be attempting to lose weight, yet again, starting on December 26th. Ho-Hum. Same shit, different day.

It’s a necessary evil though. Aunt Pick died when she was 73 years old (I believe that’s the right age?). She was in her bathroom one morning putting on her make-up when her husband heard her fall. She’d had a heart attack and died right there. Unless I want to die in a similar fashion, I need to do something about my weight, which I supposedly have some control over. I don’t feel good or look good either, and that bothers me more than anyone knows.

When I do keel over some day, I know Aunt Pick will be there with open arms to welcome me to the other side where it won’t matter if I’m fat or skinny.

The Brat

Just a Tuesday

I finished making this camo scarf for Barnaby this morning. It only took about 20 minutes to finish, and it's been sitting in a box since October waiting. It's super-soft. It feels like rabbit fur or something really soft like that.

For those of you who care: I used Bernat Camouflage yarn, and it's just a simple chain until it's as wide as you want it, then alternating sc/dc all the way across first row, chain 1, turn and dc in sc and sc in dc across the next row, chain 2, turn. Repeat rows until it's as long as you want.

I should get out today just for the sake of getting out and not continuing to be a hermit, but I'm not going to. I like being a hermit. I don't think I've been out of the house for a week now, other than a quick run to the corner store and drive-thru bank. I worked an hour or so this morning, and plan on crocheting and doing some laundry the rest of the afternoon.

I've just got to share this. This dog is so happy! CLICK HERE to check it out. It'll make you smile. Harry Connick, Jr. ain't too bad to listen to either. My friend, Teener, sent it to me.

Monday, December 08, 2008

Two Cookie Recipes

The first one I saw on Martha Stewart's show this morning. They sounded really good, so I went to her Website and printed the recipe:

Pinched Orange Macaroons
Makes 5 dozen

2 large egg whites
1/8 teaspoon pure almond extract
1/2 cup confectioners' sugar, sifted, plus more for rolling and coating
1 pound almond paste
Zest of 1 orange
1 tablespoon orange liqueur, such as Grand Marnier or Cointreau

Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Line 2 baking sheets with nonstick baking mats; set aside. In the bowl of an electric mixer fitted with the paddle attachment, combine 1 egg white and almond extract. Add confectioners' sugar and almond paste; beat until creamy, about 2 minutes. Add orange zest and orange liqueur; beat to combine, about 1 minute.

Lightly dust work surface with confectioners' sugar. Turn dough out onto work surface; roll into two 3/4-inch-thick logs, about 18 inches long. Cut each log crosswise into 30 1/2-inch pieces. Roll each piece into a ball.

Lightly beat remaining egg white. Coat each ball with egg white and roll in sugar, tapping to remove excess; transfer to prepared baking sheets. Let stand at room temperature for 30 minutes.

Pinch each piece of dough with three fingers to form an irregular pyramid shape. Bake until lightly golden, about 15 minutes. Transfer baking sheet to a wire rack and cool completely. Store in an airtight container up to 1 week

The second cookie is one I made Sunday afternoon. The recipe is from the Cookbook my sister gave me for my birfday, along with a picture of the ones I made.

Libby's Lacy Chocolate Crisps
Makes 60 cookies

1/2 cup light corn syrup
1/3 cup butter
1/2 cup brown sugar
1/8 tsp salt
4 oz. semisweet baking chocolate (not chips)
1 cup flour
2/3 cup sweetened shredded coconut

Set the oven rack in the middle position and preheat oven to 350 degrees F. Prepare a 14-inch by 16-inch baking sheet by spraying it with cooking spray.
Heat corn syrup and butter in a heavy 2-quart saucepan over medium heat, swirling with a wooden spoon until butter is melted. Add brown sugar, salt, and chocolate, and stir. Bring to a boil and remove from heat. Add flour and coconut. Still until well mixed.

Drop mixture by *teaspoons onto baking sheet, at least 2-1/2 to 3 inches apart and no more than 12 cookies per sheet (see warning above and trust me, only put 8!). Bake 10 minutes or until crisps bubble vigorously and develop lacy holes. (10 minutes was exactly right for mine.) Let cool two minutes on baking sheet, then transfer cookies to a rack and cool completely. Store between sheets of wax paper in a covered tin.
*Warning: When the recipe says, "Drop mixture by teaspoons onto baking sheet," they really mean measured teaspoons, not the regular teaspoons that you use at the table. I made six pans of them, and only the last two pans came out correctly. Next time I make these, I'm only going to put 8 on a cookie sheet at a time. I could not get it into my head that the dough balls needed to be very small with lots of room in between them. They really spread out and will run into each other just making a big blob instead of pretty, individual cookies.

These are very thin and crispy. They'd be good with vanilla ice cream.

This is a dish mat I made for my mom at her request. She wanted a really big one like I made for my sister. We all use these on our kitchen counters to dry dishes on.

Saturday, December 06, 2008

Boring Weekend

I keep walking around the house sighing heavily because I'm bored. I don't want to go anywhere either. Nothing sounds good to eat, but I keep thinking I'm hungry. I'll open the panty and stare for awhile, then open the refrigerator and stare in there for awhile. There's nothing good on TV. Everything is just BLAH. I probably should go take a shower and put some make-up on and force myself to get out of the house, but I don't want to.

I know what's the matter with me. It's this stupid neck/shoulder thing. It's bugging the crap out of me. It feels like I have a 20-lb bowling ball on my head. It aches constantly and I've had a headache nearly every day. I'm supposed to go back to the doctor this coming Wednesday. Ugh. I don't want to do that either.

(I just deleted most of the above paragraph because all it was was a bunch of whining about medical costs, our shitty insurance, and me having some bodily pain to complain about all the time. WAH.)

We didn't buy any furniture yesterday because it all looked cheap and crappy. That's pretty much what I figured, but I wanted to go look anyway. We didn't go to a regular furniture store. We went to Garden Ridge to look at the furniture they had advertized in a flyer we got. I should have known it was going to be crap.

We did have a good lunch at a Japanese restaurant, though. I had some salmon with a teriyake glaze, miso soup, two pieces of a California roll, and rice. It was all very good.

I think I'll go make a pot of coffee (It's 3:00), and look at a cookbook. I got two big, thick ones at a garage sale for 50 cents each a couple of weeks ago and haven't looked at them yet. Maybe I'll get inspired to make something. Exept my ass is already too large and I really shouldn't.

I hope you're all having a nice weekend. I'm going to go and try to adjust my attitude.

Friday, December 05, 2008

I'm Embarrassed Again

I spelled "embarrassed" wrong in that last entry. Good thing I don't spell for a living. Oh, wait. I DO SPELL FOR A LIVING. Ha-ha! I just noticed that Blogger has a spell-checker function, but you have to remember to press that button every time. It's not built-in like in Microsoft Word.

I'm in a hurry to finish my work this morning because I'm meeting Barnaby for lunch and furniture shopping. We're shopping for two club chairs with ottomans and two bar stools. So I gotta go.

Thursday, December 04, 2008

How Embarassing

I asked Barnaby to order THIS for me online last week. He was kind enough to do so, BUT, unbeknownst to me, he put my name as "Hottie Pam" with my last name AND put the wrong address on it. He was only off by one number so one of my neighbors got it. It just so happens that it was a neighbor who is new to the neighborhood and we have not met.

The company called me this morning and left a message saying that my order had been delivered to the wrong address, and whoever received it had called them to tell them they had it. They were calling to get my correct mailing address so they could call this person back.

I got my courage up to go tell my new neighbor that I am "Hottie Pam,", and may I have my package please? Thankfully, as I stepped out the front door, the box was on our porch. I guess they figured it out somehow and brought it over and left it there. I'm surprised they didn't ring the doorbell so they could get a look at "Hottie Pam" and see if she is indeed Hot. What a surprise they would get seeing me answer the door in my mismatched men's pajama pants and printed tee-shirt, my hair standing straight up, no make-up, and fluffy pink house shoes on my feet.

I think I'll order my own stuff from now on.

Monday, December 01, 2008

Country Dinner Tonight

Big Pot-O-Beans With A Meaty Ham Bone
(Jiffy Cornbread Mix in the's the Best!)

Pineapple-Coconut Cake
One of my All-Time Favorites

Sammi & Her Daddy
Chillin' on Her 2nd Birthday (Nov. 29)
(Sorry about the robot eyes)

These pictures make her look fatter than she is. She's fat, but not THAT fat.
If I were in this picture, I'd say that about me too. Ha-ha.
Happy Birthday, Sammi!