Buy Flowers Online
Replica Coach Sunglasses
shareinaframe.com stock gift
Unique Jewelry
Silver Necklaces

old musings for August, 2007

31 Aug

-image-notes about nothing

  • So… I’m almost done with all the filing, and then I’ll be caught up and never get behind forever. Seriously, I’ve been behind on my filing since about… oh… 1998? So yeah. This will be a good thing.
  • What else… Frank is finished painting all the doors. As soon as I’m finished packing up everything in the livingroom (the last room with *stuff* in it), Frank can paint the livingroom trim, and I can pack away the last few things in the garage.
  • I love Super-Fantastic Ultra Wish Time on “The Soup”. The little head that goes, “Eh-eh-eh-eh-eh-eh-eh-ehhhhhh”? Makes me laugh out loud every single time.
  • I found my poetry. Even my big poetry notebook from high school. Ech, I used to be so maudlin. But the stuff from when I was going through my ugly divorce doesn’t suck. I also found a concept for a novel that I kind of… er… backgrounded. I don’t even have a full concept. But I do have main characters, setting, etc. I might go back to it someday. I’ve started several over the years. I think I lost a few when my computer crashed. I have one on Frank’s laptop… The thing is, I’m ready for our lives to settle down so I can write earnestly. Write my novels. I’m a good story teller. Terrible at coming up with the story, but good at the narrative and dialogue.
  • Moving… we’ll go wherever the road leads. We’ve looked at several places. Amarillo — not gonna happen, though it is my favorite place ever to have lived. Phoenix real estate is tempting — decent prices, close to the Canyon and other hiking… but… no grass, no four seasons. Austin is great but still humid, and I fear we won’t do outdoorsy things once we get there because of the humidity and distance from the desert. Idaho… the only drawback I see is that we’re not close to my family and friends. But close to Frank’s family, in the desert, hiking everywhere, parks everywhere, so close to a ton of national parks, four seasons… It will all depend on a couple of factors, but I guess y’all can tell where I’m leaning.
  • Tonight I was burning candles on the wall sconces in the bedroom. I decided they’d been burning long enough (I could see them from my position in the sitting area), so I went into the bedroom to put them out. I heard a drip, drip, drip. Put out both candles. Still, drip, drip, drip. I knew where this was going… Sure enough, there was a massive pile of wax on the carpet, drips on the wall, splatters on the back of the bed frame. Thank goodness for irons and goof-off. We’ll see if the iron works before I try the goof-off (which could potentially bleach the carpet). Good thing I haven’t thrown out the iron. I’ve considered it. I never use it….
  • I’ve been making decent meals lately, and one of the best ones I’ve made recently? Gave us both heartburn. Too bad, that. Oh well. It was particularly inspired, too.
  • We’ve finished BSG, seasons one and two. Watched season five of
    “Friends” (BJ’s had it for $17). Now we’ve moved on to season one of LOST. So. We either have to buy more TV DVDs or move on to the movies.
  • I’m almost done with the next chapter of Harry Potter. Sorry I’ve gone down to posting one at a time, but we’re so busy. And ready to get out of here.
  • Ya know, I love Pier 1 candles — they smell so yummy — but they sure don’t burn well. My Tar-zhay candle that I bought on clearance for $3.88 burns so much prettier. And there is nothing more frustrating (in the candle world) than a pack of Party-Lite tealights that have off-center wicks and therefore only burn for about half an hour instead of six hours. Brutally disappointing. Ta, musees. I’m internetted out for the day.
31 Aug

-image-we ate bagels!

Who needs wheat when you can have tapioca and rice flour bagels? They taste at least as good, and I can eat them! Frank had his with fantastic-looking cream cheese, and I just dashed on Louisiana hot sauce since I can’t have cheese for now. Never have I missed cheese so much (the hot sauce was fine, but that creamy goodness would have been even better).

In other news, Fred Thompson met the Hate-Filled Lefty.

31 Aug

-image-ZOOLANDER

LARRY ZOOLANDER: You’re dead to me, boy. You’re more dead to me than your dead mother. Just be glad she didn’t live to see her son as a mermaid.
DEREK ZOOLANDER: Merman. *teeny cough* *teeny cough* *teeny cough* Merman!

30 Aug

-image-Isaiah 9:8-21

8 The LORD sent a word against Jacob,
And it has fallen on Israel.
9 All the people will know–
Ephraim and the inhabitant of Samaria–
Who say in pride and arrogance of heart:
10 “The bricks have fallen down,
But we will rebuild with hewn stones;
The sycamores are cut down,
But we will replace them with cedars.”
11 Therefore the LORD shall set up
The adversaries of Rezin against him,
And spur his enemies on,
12 The Syrians before and the Philistines behind;
And they shall devour Israel with an open mouth.

For all this His anger is not turned away,
But His hand is stretched out still.

13 For the people do not turn to Him who strikes them,
Nor do they seek the LORD of hosts.
14 Therefore the LORD will cut off head and tail from Israel,
Palm branch and bulrush in one day.
15 The elder and honorable, he is the head;
The prophet who teaches lies, he is the tail.
16 For the leaders of this people cause them to err,
And those who are led by them are destroyed.
17 Therefore the Lord will have no joy in their young men,
Nor have mercy on their fatherless and widows;
For everyone is a hypocrite and an evildoer,
And every mouth speaks folly.

For all this His anger is not turned away,
But His hand is stretched out still.

18 For wickedness burns as the fire;
It shall devour the briers and thorns,
And kindle in the thickets of the forest;
They shall mount up like rising smoke.
19 Through the wrath of the LORD of hosts
The land is burned up,
And the people shall be as fuel for the fire;
No man shall spare his brother.
20 And he shall snatch on the right hand
And be hungry;
He shall devour on the left hand
And not be satisfied;
Every man shall eat the flesh of his own arm.
21 Manasseh shall devour Ephraim, and Ephraim Manasseh;
Together they shall be against Judah.

For all this His anger is not turned away,
But His hand is stretched out still.

30 Aug

-image-lost and found

I’m finding everything during the purge, clean, re-purge of the house. Of course, I’m re-losing things, but hey, at least I know they still exist! I’ve found everything from my ‘NSYNC bobbleheads (yes, all five… what??) to the program from the Celine Dion concert I attended in 1999 (yes, I loved her so much that I bought the program — I also cried when she appeared onstage, shut UP!). My Uncle Gregg used to make custom pens out of various woods, and I found the one he gave me (I think it’s made of teak, and I’ve been looking for it forEVER!). Y’all wouldn’t believe some of the pictures I’ve come across. I have them in a folder labeled “blog,” so y’all may bask in the glory of my teenage puniness. I’m still looking for my pressure cooker; I fear I may have lost it in the divorce, but I still have hope. My GramaK gave it to me, so I’d like to find that. That and my brain. It’s around here somewhere.

30 Aug

-image-gasp!

Mike Modano actually got hitched (to Willa Ford) this weekend! Not that I didn’t think he’d do it… it’s just I figured it would be another loooooong engagement.

Darryl Sydor and Brett Hull were co-best men. Awww.

30 Aug

-image-i had no idea

When Frank asked where the Trivial Pursuit cards were, I just assumed he was trying to get smarter. I was not expecting the police.

30 Aug

-image-CHOCOLAT

ARMANDE: What’s the decor? Early Mexican brothel?

30 Aug

-image-Bikermommy misses her gall bladder

Or she will when she wakes up anyway. She had it removed this morning, and Pappy called to let me know that the doctor said everything went perfectly.

It was functioning at eleven percent before she had it removed. And I’m starting to think I should lower my fat intake, because we seem to have a lot of gall bladder problems in my family. Normal eating habits and all.

Anyway, I’d appreciate prayers for a quick recovery and all that.

29 Aug

-image-Isaiah 9:1-7


1 Nevertheless the gloom will not be upon her who is distressed,
As when at first He lightly esteemed
The land of Zebulun and the land of Naphtali,
And afterward more heavily oppressed her,
By the way of the sea, beyond the Jordan,
In Galilee of the Gentiles.
2 The people who walked in darkness
Have seen a great light;
Those who dwelt in the land of the shadow of death,
Upon them a light has shined.
3 You have multiplied the nation
And increased its joy;
They rejoice before You
According to the joy of harvest,
As men rejoice when they divide the spoil.

4 For You have broken the yoke of his burden
And the staff of his shoulder,
The rod of his oppressor,
As in the day of Midian.
5 For every warrior’s sandal from the noisy battle,
And garments rolled in blood,
Will be used for burning and fuel of fire.

6 For unto us a Child is born,
Unto us a Son is given;
And the government will be upon His shoulder.
And His name will be called
Wonderful, Counselor, Mighty God,
Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace.
7 Of the increase of His government and peace
There will be no end,
Upon the throne of David and over His kingdom,
To order it and establish it with judgment and justice
From that time forward, even forever.
The zeal of the Lord of hosts will perform this.

29 Aug

-image-who’s a genius?

Fred Thompson.
(more…)

29 Aug

-image-MY BIG FAT GREEK WEDDING

MARIA: Nico, don’t play with your food. When I was your age, we didn’t have food.

29 Aug

-image-plans, plans, and more… plans

I’m in planning mode. Planning for our future *outside Florida* (I can hear angels singing now if I listen really hard). We’re mainly looking into one city (I would tell you, but I don’t want to get anyone’s hopes up – I have readers there, yo, and I’m not thrilled that we’ll probably be letting down the people in Austin who have been so looking forward to our arrival), but we’re keeping others on the radar in case we don’t get to our desired destination. So I’m looking at rent houses online (we will rent for at least six months in the new city, and oh, there’s this one house that I really hope no one rents before we get there) and making budgets for after we sell the house and move. Yes, I have budgets, plural, because I’m looking at several scenarios – would you expect less of your Excel freak? I’m looking up restaurants where I can eat gluten-free – in the city and in surrounding states… um, I’ll go anywhere for GF food – looking at stores where I can buy gluten-free food, and most definitely looking at Google Earth to see all the closest spots for hiking. I consider anything within fifteen hours close.

Yesterday or the day before, I was working on yet another budget scenario. I told Frank, “We’re going to need to budget in savings for Christmas presents.” Seriously, I have so many savings categories – 401(k), just-in-case, my next car (I am *not* driving kids around in the Explorer, and where we hope to go, we will need a 4WD vehicle), our next house, and now Christmas. Because I don’t want to put *any* amount of Christmas on credit cards for later repayment. No way. I’m done. And, when I told him that? He was totally cool with it. I love my hubby. Christmas is over three months away, and he is completely on board with budgeting it in. *sigh* He’s so close to perfect.

Last year, I bought most of our Christmas presents online. Amazon, Overstock, Wal-Mart, Best Buy, Target. I’d guess I went to the store for fewer than five presents. Period. Frank’s Aquaman boxers come to mind. Haaaa. This year, I expect I will do the same. I prefer to stay out of the stores when everyone else is there. Thankfully, most of the stores I used last year are on my favorite online coupon site, couponchief.com. And last year we didn’t go to Texas at Christmas. We went to Texas at Thanksgiving and went to Boise for Christmas. So online shopping was most necessary. This year, we hope to make it to both Idaho and Texas for Christmas-ish visits (and we *really* want to be in one of those two states by then – oh, darn, I didn’t want to tell you our favorite options!), but either way… the online shopping will make everything as easy as it was last year. And last year Frank was making up for his eleven-days-before-Christmas Wii purchase, so this year the Christmas purchases shouldn’t be nearly as extravagant. As far as I know, he’s happy with said Wii and has no next-gen console buying intentions. If he does, he’d better have a secret stash of cash to pay for it. ;-) We’re on a budget.

28 Aug

-image-Pay Per Gripe

I wasn’t going to respond publicly about this (I figure my lack of new marshmallow creme category and my refusing to apologize for blogging for money says what I’m thinking), but now everyone but me has responded, and I’m nothing if not a conformist. ;-) Haha. I said over the weekend in pam’s comments that I didn’t feel the need to publicly respond to being, in essence, flamed, but you know… I’m a girl, so I wrote the post anyway over the weekend and have been ignoring my need to post it until now. I usually ignore other bloggers yelling at me from their own blogs (CTG’s not the first), because I figure if you have something to say to me, you should just say it. In my comments, in an email… but ranting about me on your own blog is just tacky unless you first take it up with me.

First, the rant that triggered the storm of poo (profanity in link).
pam’s preemptive response (prof).
wRitErsbLock’s response.
Amanda’s response.
Kate’s response (prof).

And now my thoughts. Some of this I already sent to CTG in an email, and some I was going to post in pam’s comments the other night but decided my comment was too long.

Here’s the thing. I asked y’all a while back whether the paid blogging thing was ok, did anyone have any problems with it, etc., etc. Here are the comments I received when I was *inviting* negativity if you had any to sling my way.

I think you’ve done a very tasteful job so far. :) Earning more money is a good thing.

I wondered what that paid blogging thing was all about. Thanks for explaining.

I think it’s great, and I like the extra posting. You make money! You do it now! And write to me sometime, trixie! :-) I’ve been too busy to email too though so I can’t complain.

Also and back on topic, I actually like the times you link to useful stuff, like the blinds and the business products. I clicked over and read stuff, even.

I think you do a good job with the paid posting. I started the same thing just about a month ago (Kate’s a good recruiter). I’ve made more than I thought I would and have just recently started making even more because it did take so long to get established. But my own posting has increased on non-paid topics as well. I’ve had no complaints and noticed my commenting increased — which really means that people actually DO comment now.

Honestly Sarah, I don’t even notice when they are paid posts. You’re doing a great job.

And I, personally, love that we get more “SarahK” in the whole deal!!!

clicky clicky good. sarahk good.

Wonderful!! I am so glad for you! :-)

Not one negative comment. A few neutral. Most positive.

I’ve been very up front about the fact that I’m posting for money. Before I ever started, I put up my sitewide advertising disclosure policy. It has been updated to make it clearer. There’s a nice little button on my right sidebar, at the top, right under the links to the various services I use (and the Dubya book) that links to the disclosure policy. The disclosure policy is linked on every page on my site, including individual posts, because all of my pages contain my sidebars. Oh, also, that “so you know” page is listed right at the top of my blog, next to the home and about page links.

I also finally got my blog in order. Fixed the comments, upgraded to the latest version of Wordpress, got the new theme personalized, made sure the theme works in Explorer, Firefox, and Safari, all that just so I could make it more pleasant here for everyone. And actually, I couldn’t justify the time I was putting into that if I hadn’t known I would be making some money off of the blog soon. I didn’t even have time to post, let alone fix all of my issues. You would still be reading a wonky site in anything other than Firefox were it not for paid blogging.

Then I put up this post telling everyone exactly what I would be doing. Before I ever started.

Right now, I use three paid blogging services. They’re all different. Linkworth finds posts for me, and I can accept or decline them. They always provide an image link that I can use at the end of my post, so they never demand that I not disclose that it is sponsored. Sometimes I use the image, and sometimes I don’t — it depends on the post. Linkworth assignments usually come with wording such as “we would prefer a positive review but we’ll leave it up to you.” And the most important part of that is, “we’ll leave it up to you.”

With PayPerPost, I look for the opportunities myself, and I don’t take an opp unless I really want it. I only take opportunities for things that are on my mind (home improvements, anyone?) or things that will help me post a story I’ve had on my list of things to blog for a while and know I will otherwise never get around to posting. I am very picky. The post in question in CTG’s rant is about a PPP opportunity. I had read VK’s post about the same website, but I had actually not realized that it was a paid post. Then I saw the opportunity at PPP, and I was thrilled. I loved the website so much and was already building a kitchen in my head. After I dug through the website, knew in general what I was going to write (my next kitchen), and made sure I really liked it, I read the rest of the offer. And I noticed that I had to include an image in the post… one that looked exactly like the one in VK’s post. So I went back and read VK’s post more closely because I still wanted to take the opp (if it was a $7 opp, I probably would have passed, but this was more than four months of hosting fees), but I didn’t want to in any way seem like I was copying her, and my idea wasn’t the same as hers. We didn’t write from the same angle (she talked about why her husband doesn’t want a Wii — a tragedy, that — and I talked about our next kitchen… not the same post, even if we’re promoting the same website.), and there were a few required points that we both hit on, but if you ask me, they were both well written. Then again, I’m biased about my *own* blogging. Because I’m awesome.

PayU2Blog is the only service I use where I cannot turn down assignments. But they are easy. I just work one word or phrase into something I’ve been wanting to blog about but haven’t had time, and I’m done. Occasionally, I’m given phrases or words that I wouldn’t otherwise use, but I just look at those as a chance to be creative.

I also have an Amazon Associates ID. I don’t throw around random links to Amazon just so y’all will buy something through a link from my site and I’ll get a commission. Before I had the Associates membership, I normally didn’t bother linking to a product I was talking about. Now, I actually link to the products with my ID. That’s the only difference there.

If an advertiser doesn’t want a sponsored post link, I consider it sufficient that I have clearly pointed out to y’all several times what I’m doing and that I have clear links to my disclosure page. I don’t feel the need to spell out to y’all which posts are paid posts. It’s a big fat duh that y’all know what I’m doing (I have never tried to hide it), so I don’t need to point out when I’ve been compensated. I’ve invited questions, they’ve been asked, they’ve been answered. To me, continuing to point it out would be insulting your intelligence. It’s not that hard to figure out if I’m being paid for inserting links in posts. Note that I didn’t say “paid to write a positive review.” Because if there is a demand for a positive review, I include an image at the end of the post. If the assignment does not demand a positive review and I write one anyway, I don’t necessarily include an image.

Here’s the other thing.

If I weren’t blogging for money right now, I wouldn’t be blogging at all. I don’t have time. But because of this, I make time. I have so much more *non-paid* content now than I would if I wasn’t blogging for money, because I can’t justify blogging until we get moved if I’m not making money from it. And my blog would sit for weeks with no new posts, and all of you would go away. And our blogs are our lives, so I would be sad if you all went away. Some people can go days and weeks without blogging. That’s them. But that’s not how it is for us. It’s how we met, it’s what we do sitting on the couch next to each other in the evenings, some of our closest friends are people we met through blogging, we plan every trip based on where we can get free internet access, and we will probably blog all our lives. And the paid blogging is my justification for doing the non-paid blogging right now.

Don’t get me wrong. When we get moved and unpacked and all that, I plan to continue the paid blogging. I love doing it. It forces me to write things I never make time to write. It forces me to pay attention to the blog when I otherwise might ignore it. It forces me to be a little more creative when I write my entries. And once we’re moved and unpacked, I’ll be a blogging machine. I’ll have so much non-paid content that y’all won’t know what to do with yourselves. You’ll be like, SarahK! Too much quality blogging! We can’t take it! And I’ll feel very sorry for you for about negative five seconds.

I do not lie. I was married once to a chronic liar, and I do not hold high opinions of liars. If y’all think I’m being dishonest about something, you can tell me so, and I will set you straight for impugning my integrity. If you’ve read here any period of time, you know I’m not like that, and I’m offended if you don’t know that. This whole thing about it being “dishonest” is a crock of baloney. I’ve been so up front about it, I gave you an opportunity to tell me you hated it, and no one said anything. If you don’t gripe even when I ask you to and instead hold it in until you just can’t take it anymore, then I can’t help you; it’s not my problem — it’s yours. I’ve never once demanded you read a post, and I know y’all are smart enough to find the scroll bars on the right-hand side of your screens if you want to skip a post. I don’t tell you to click the links (though many have and have been glad they did), and I don’t tell you what to read. So when I read something like, “I SWEAR TO ALLAH I WILL STOP READING BLOGS THAT HAVE PAID POSTS!” coming from another blogger, I am flabbergasted. You know, I hate profanity. I still read a few blogs that contain profanity. And I don’t sit over here on my blog and yell, “If CTG has one more f-bomb on her site, I swear I will never read her blog again!” Even if I felt that way, I would just quietly go away. I wouldn’t feel the need to rant about it.

As to the feeling cheated by reading a paid post thing… That baffles me, because like I said, I make the paid links fit my content, not the other way around. And imagine how cheated you would feel if I wasn’t posting for dollars right now. ;-) You would have zero content until we got all moved in to our new place. I know *I’m* having Richmond withdrawals (take your time, Rich, I would never tell you how to run your blog).

BTW, feel free to complain in the comments to this post if you have a problem with my paid blogging. I won’t stop doing it, but I might take your comments into consideration. But I’m not going to try to cheat the advertisers by having a special category that says, “Don’t read me, I’m a paid post,” (this would also cheat you out of reading my awesome stories you would otherwise likely not read, because you’d skip them). I’m quite sure you can figure out by scanning a post whether I’ve been compensated for doing it, and if you choose not to read those posts, in most cases, it’s your loss.

That’s about all I have to say on the matter for now. I’m not trying to have a flamewar with CTG (I save my flamewar energy for Rachl Lukis!). I like her, I like her blog, all that.

UPDATE: Kate wrote a great post about how to properly do paid blogging so your blog doesn’t suck and you aren’t making your readers angry. These are all things I *think* I’m doing. I make a very conscious effort to do it the exact same way (it’s almost as if she was in my head, or as if I learned from a good example).

28 Aug

-image-free books!

Yesterday I went to the health food store on the way home from Wild Oats (the other health food store). I bought some frozen bread (didn’t have time to make any yesterday), coconut flakes, a couple of frozen meals, and some GlutenEase to have on hand in case of emergency (it was four dollars cheaper than at Wild Oats).

When I got to the checkout counter, the guy checking me out smiled very flirtatiously like he wanted me to be his lady. (Yay! I’ve still got it!) So I put my left hand up on the counter to make sure he could spot my nice shiny rock, as I always do with this boy. Hello, flirty boy, not interested, taken by Mr. Wonderful, thx.

So while he was waiting for my receipt to print? Get this. He held up two books that were there behind the counter and asked if I’d read them. “Oh, no I haven’t, but my friend has recommended this one to me.” And I kinda just stood there, putting my debit card away, waiting for my receipt, looked away from the book dismissively like, “Yes, but I’m not going to buy it. Your books are overpriced. But thanks.” So he just told me he was giving me the book and handed it to me. “REALLY? Thank you, that’s so nice!” I, of course, smiled heartily but didn’t make eye contact (I made shoulder contact or something) because I was determined to make sure he understood that I was not interested, free book or not. And then he handed me the other book (by the same author). “Here, I’m giving you this one, too, it’s on women’s health.” SCORE! “Thank you very much, I really appreciate it!”

And I do. Free books! I smiled all the way to the car and called Frank to tell him that I got free books ’cause I’m cute. He liked the free books part. The ’cause I’m cute part, not so much. Perhaps I should have told him all the parts about the shiny rock, the shoulder contact, etc.

28 Aug

-image-simmering

I’ve written a very lengthy response to this rant (profanity). I’m going to let it sit while I go to storage and the hardware store. When I get back, I’ll reread it and edit it one last time. Chances are, I just sound a little too angry right now. And I’m actually not angry… anymore.

28 Aug

-image-Hahahahaha

Harvey is a newsmaker. So is Frank, as it turns out (right now he’s about the 4th story).

28 Aug

-image-so…

I screwed up trying to submit my first lolcat. I’z 2 stupid 2 do dis.

27 Aug

-image-Isaiah 8:11-22

11 For the LORD spoke thus to me with a strong hand, and instructed me that I should not walk in the way of this people, saying:

12 “Do not say, ‘A conspiracy,’
Concerning all that this people call a conspiracy,
Nor be afraid of their threats, nor be troubled.
13 The LORD of hosts, Him you shall hallow;
Let Him be your fear,
And let Him be your dread.
14 He will be as a sanctuary,
But a stone of stumbling and a rock of offense
To both the houses of Israel,
As a trap and a snare to the inhabitants of Jerusalem.
15 And many among them shall stumble;
They shall fall and be broken,
Be snared and taken.”

16 Bind up the testimony,
Seal the law among my disciples.
17 And I will wait on the LORD,
Who hides His face from the house of Jacob;
And I will hope in Him.
18 Here am I and the children whom the LORD has given me!
We are for signs and wonders in Israel
From the LORD of hosts,
Who dwells in Mount Zion.

19 And when they say to you, “Seek those who are mediums and wizards, who whisper and mutter,” should not a people seek their God? Should they seek the dead on behalf of the living?
20 To the law and to the testimony! If they do not speak according to this word, it is because there is no light in them.
21 They will pass through it hard-pressed and hungry; and it shall happen, when they are hungry, that they will be enraged and curse their king and their God, and look upward.
22 Then they will look to the earth, and see trouble and darkness, gloom of anguish; and they will be driven into darkness.

27 Aug

-image-vanity! and stream of consciousness conversation.

FRANK J.: Would you take the puppy out?
SARAHK [scowling my “as if!” scowl]: No.
FRANK J.: But I always take her out.
SARAHK: Yep. Why can’t you take her out now?
FRANK J.: Because I’d have to change out of my paint clothes and into my other clothes.
SARAHK [baffled]: Um… why would you have to change out of your paint clothes?
FRANK J.: Because I’d look silly walking all the way down the street in my paint clothes.
SARAHK: Yeah, people might think you’ve been painting or something.
FRANK J.: I’d look stupid.
SARAHK: Oh. Well, I was going to say yes, I’ll take her out, but I’m not gonna take her out because you’re vain
FRANK J.: Also my legs hurt.
SARAHK: You didn’t mention your legs hurting. You just mentioned your vanity. Did you take your vitamin?
FRANK J.: Yes. And I look like a twelve-year old in these clothes.
SARAHK: You always look like a twelve-year old. :-P
FRANK J.: You shut up.
SARAHK: And I’m not even wearing a bra! And my shorts are too short! I’ll have to change clothes, too. And you don’t even have to change clothes, because it’s just your vanity.
FRANK J.: So go put on a bra.
SARAHK: Ok, I’ll take her out, but you have to make dinner tonight.
FRANK J.: I’ve been painting doors all day. [Yeah, I got him to do it instead of me, since I’m still packing and cleaning.]
SARAHK: And I’ve been packing and cleaning. Have you seen how clean and empty the guest room is?
FRANK J.: Yeah. I can actually walk in there! You act like I haven’t been doing anything all day.
SARAHK: I’m not acting like that. I’m just saying I have too. [Though only one of us got a massage, and it wasn’t him.] Did you see all the boxes and bins I packed?
FRANK J.: No.
SARAHK: No? Right, then. I’ve been building a fort over there.
FRANK J.: Where?
SARAHK: Behind you.
FRANK J. [acts like he’s glancing behind himself but doesn’t actually turn his head]: I don’t see a fort. I can’t see it for the forest.
SARAHK: You said you liked the plants.
FRANK J.: What?
SARAHK: You can’t see the fort for the forest?
FRANK J.: I can’t see it for the trees in the forest.
SARAHK: What?
***

I took the puppy out.
***

FRANK J.: Whatcha doin’, Sweet-Sweet?
SARAHK: Blogging about our stupid conversation earlier.
FRANK J.: Which one?
SARAHK: The one about your vanity.
FRANK J.: I’d look twelve in those clothes even if they didn’t have paint all over them.
SARAHK: Whatever.
FRANK J.: And you wouldn’t go out without a bra on.
SARAHK: Sure I would. I’d cross my arms over my chest, but I’d do it.
FRANK J.: See? You’re too vain, so you have to cross your arms.
SARAHK: Um, no. I’m too modest.
FRANK J.: You’re vain.
SARAHK: YOU’RE vain.
FRANK J.: You shut up.
SARAHK: YOU shut up.
***

It went on much the same after that.

27 Aug

-image-the market

The top article on the Palm Beach Post website right now says that Palm Beach County home prices dropped five percent in July versus last July. My first thought: Whew! I’m glad we don’t have any West Palm Beach real estate to sell; the house we’re selling is on the Space and Treasure Coast! So I read the article, and five percent sounds like a good deal, because the realtors say that in the Treasure Coast, the median price fell eleven percent from last July. Maybe we’re on the Space part of the Space and Treasure Coast? Pretty please?

I’m not worried yet. It was so unbearably hot and muggy last month. Who would want to buy a house when one starts sweating just getting into the car to go see the houses? If it were me, my constant refrain in July would have been, “No. Let’s do it in September. Maybe it will be cooler in September.” We the sellers are hoping for a more tolerable September.

Another reason I’m not worried is that there are zero houses up for sale on the golf course, and the two houses that were up for rent on our side of the street were both snatched up at the beginning of August. I figure with the snowbirds arriving in September and October, we’ll have a good shot at selling the house to snowbirds who want to golf or their snowbird-wannabe friends.

save our homes

27 Aug

-image-er…

You know that little black cherry soda incident I had this weekend? I do. And apparently the car does. The gear shift is becoming more and more difficult to move… Not good.

27 Aug

-image-my eyes have been burning non-stop

ever since I cleaned the ceiling fan in the master bedroom a few days ago. Question: Can dust mites eat your eyeballs like the Scary Evil Monkey? Because I’m extremely allergic to them, and I suspect them of trying to destroy my eyeballs.

27 Aug

-image-Deathly Hallows part 9

Part 8.

This is my review and in-depth (major depth) analysis of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. There is much to say, so let us continue. I’m going straight through (and telling you my thoughts as I read the book, plus while going back through. If it’s a question that got answered later in the book, assume it’s a question I had during the first reading). SPOILERS ALL THE WAY, AND PROBABLY SPOILERS FOR ANY OF THE OTHER SIX BOOKS:
(more…)

27 Aug

-image-my face says it all

I can usually tell I’ve been glutened. The nasty symptoms, yes, but even before the bad ones really get going, I can look in any mirror and know that I’ve had gluten. The lower part of my face and the upper part of my neck look swollen, as if I’m retaining water or something to that effect. They don’t feel swollen, but my face kinda just looks saggy and bloated.

It makes me the most attractive t-shirt babe ever, don’t you know.

Yesterday I forgot to take the brown rice cracker with us for communion (and I’m not skipping the bread just because I forgot to bring a gluten-free version). Which means that I had the normal matzo bread that is chock full of floury goodness. Within twenty minutes I had a couple of seizures; my face was pulsing and electrified. They stopped pretty quickly, though. This morning, my face is pudgy(er) and I have mild other symptoms. I would have had a headache last night if at all, so thankfully, no headache treatment will be necessary today.

Maybe I should invest (and I do mean invest) in a bottle of Gluten-Ease for times like this. Or maybe I should just remember my gluten-free bread every week.

26 Aug

-image-bad timing

Frank and I took a load of stuff over to storage this afternoon. When we were pulling out, I was driving, so I said, “Hey, why don’t you use this bag and sack up the trash around your feet.” We’re very clean, you see. So Frank sacked up a ton of trash, took all the empty bottles and cans, and yay! I had room for my last black cherry soda. Then Frank said, “I’m going to take this roll of paper towels inside, too.” I said, “Yeah, we don’t need them in here.” Of course, you know that means I would shortly need one.

I dropped Frank off at home so he wouldn’t have to go on the ridiculous number of errands I had planned. I’m so considerate.

Later, I was taking the exit to go to one of the errand places, and at the same time, I was taking a drink of my coke (they’re all coke). Well, I was wearing my wrist brace, because my wrist has just decided to stay perpetually wonky — if I bend it at all, the pain is not fun. And the wrist brace kinda keeps me from having a firm grip on anything as big as a coke can (I have enough trouble with pencils). So I had the left hand steering me onto the exit ramp (the exits around here don’t get clogged, so I was pretty much the only person on the ramp, endangering no one with my one-handed driving), and in my right hand was the coke, and it just slipped right through my little fingertips on its way back to the cupholder. And the drink didn’t just bounce around a little and spill a bit of liquid… Oh no. The full can landed upside-down on top of the gear shift console and spewed out half its contents onto the area around the shifter.

After I helplessly watched the coke seep under the shifter console in massive quantity (I was stopped at the light by this time), I called Frank.

SARAHK: Hey sweetie. Today was a really bad day to take the roll of paper towels out of the car.
FRANK J.: Why’s that?
SARAHK: I just spilled half my cherry soda all over the gear shift and the space below it where the P/R/D/N/1/2P/R/N/D/1/2 are. And I looked around, and no paper towels with which to sop.
FRANK J. [laughing at me]: BAD sweetie. Is the car still running ok?
SARAHK: Yeah, it hasn’t shorted out or stopped driving so far.
FRANK J.: You’ll have to clean it up later… you know, with water so it’s not sticky.
SARAHK: Yeah, I know I need to use water.

The rest of my coke was, of course, flatter than a SarahK off gluten, but I did make it through the rest of my errands with little incident. Wild Oats was out of the Black Cherry soda, though. I sad.

25 Aug

-image-another one

25 Aug

-image-whence came these tapes?

I keep coming across video tapes. The little DV tapes that we use now, DV tapes from my previous life (which I haven’t bothered to watch and therefore cannot throw out or label), and even some 8mm tapes… Um, I’ve never had an 8mm camera, so I have absolutely no idea what these are, and I have no idea how to find out what is contained on the 8mm tapes. I can’t just pop them into the video camera and watch the videos back on TV…

After we get to wherever it is we’re going, the easiest thing will be to have someone to convert 8mm film to DVDs for us. I don’t even *know* anyone who hasn’t switched to DV cameras and thrown out their old 8mms, possibly because I haven’t asked, but more probably because y’all know how fragile video cameras are – my previous DV camera broke, and it was cheaper to buy a new one than have it fixed. That ended up being a moot situation, because Frank bought one to do his “Happy Dance” video before we got married, so I became co-owner of that one when we got hitched (it’s also how I own all but two of my guns!). Back to the 8mms, even if I did know someone who owned an 8mm camera, I would probably let the professionals convert the 8mm film to DVD, because if I recall correctly, the way we got film off the 8mms was to put the VCR on record, play the tape through the TV, and end up with a VHS tape instead of an 8mm. Eh, no thanks. I want these tapes on DVD so I can find out what is on them without having to dig out a VCR.

This reminds me. I never put up our karaoke videos after I did the DV film transfer a few weeks back (an easy firewire transfer straight to computer, and yes, my computer burns DVDs). Probably because I’m so appalled at my pudgy arms. We just need to record again, and this time, I should wear sleeves.

24 Aug

-image-Bette Hagman

Bette Hagman, the author of several gluten-free cookbooks and a GF baking pioneer, passed away a week ago. I don’t have a big story or anything — as y’all know, I’ve been gluten free a little over two months (not counting the three before my gluten challenge), so I’m still fairly new to gluten-free cooking. I do have two of her cookbooks and have my eye on the bread book as soon as the house is up for sale. I’ve learned a lot from her books already, though, and I’m sad to see her go. And my heart goes out to her family.

In her honor, I’m going to participate in Book of Yum’s blog event. Sometime before September 3rd, I’m going to bake Frank and myself something delicious from her desserts cookbook. It’s the least I can do.

24 Aug

-image-i din do it.

Is this one good enough to submit to lolcats? I don’t think I could bear the rejection, so y’all need to tell me whether to submit it.

i din do it

24 Aug

-image-rot

After seeing so many football players get away with so many reprehensible things and be allowed to keep on playing, I’m overjoyed with the news that Michael Vick has been suspended indefinitely by the NFL. I do think they left something out of this, though:

“Your team, the NFL, and NFL fans have all been hurt by your actions.”

And, um, the dogs. They were hurt, too. (In the previous sentence, Vick’s actions are called “cruel”; I just thought that of everyone hurt by Michael Vick, the dogs were hurt a lot worse than everyone mentioned above.)

So. Now that that’s settled, can we throw this guy and his friends in the pen and forget about him forever? Kthx.

© 2010 mountaineer musings | Entries (RSS) and Comments (RSS)

Design by Your Index - Powered By Wordpress