Clean up on aisle 7 (known as the kitchen)

There are just some days, I have no business in the kitchen.

And this past month.. that has been at least 3 times. 

Like men, I tend not to follow directions.. I read them, get the jiff of them and then go with what I want.  Lots of times that turns out well for me.. (in case you were going to ask) but some days..

well, I should have clean the bathroom with a toothbrush.. it would have been better day.

I have in my freezer a container.. with the strongest lemon glob, that I know I can use it for something... just got to figure out what.  It was originally lemon bars. But the bars turn out like cement on the pan.

The top was fine.. hence that is why I saved it.  Which will be a challenge as I love lemon anything.. but the King positive hates lemon.

Then there was the deal of mixing and micro waving.. and mixing 30 seconds later.. and microwave again..  NOT  microwave for 1 minute..

as you can see, that didn't work out for me..  Well, I shouldn't say it didn't work.. as I had plenty of work for me.. as you can see.

It spilled all over the microwave.. and I had to clean the mess and then the walls, and the ceiling of the microwave.. NOT MY FAVORITE thing to do.

Yep, some day's cleaning the bathroom would have been better and easier to clean. 

I do nothing....and do it well....

I have joked for about 9 years, when someone

says to me.. what are you doing since you retired?

I tell them.. I do nothing and I do it quite well. J

Truth of the matter is.. I seem to be busy all the time.

Just most of it is not anything great to brag about, and

some of it, I can’t remember a day or two later.. or it

just isn’t worth talking about….and surely not worth

bragging about.

Some days are taken up helping someone else.

Some days are taken up doing housework/yard work.

Some days, I do a few things and then if the weather

isn’t good enough for outside… I do a catch up on

my magazines. Especially in the winter.

So you see….. I do nothing (of great worth) but

I do it quite well, thank you…

 And on this day… I honor my sweet husband.. The KING…

He turns 61.  Last year, I got him a red convertible.. (already

wrote why, last year).  So Wednesday, I got it out, washed and rubbed it down… and it is ready for him to take to work tomorrow.

So to the sweet guy who drives me nuts from time to time.. and also puts up with me… when I am not really nice… and still loves me, anyway.. HAPPY BIRTHDAY, SWEET GUY!!.

Also Happy Birthday to my older sister, as well..

I am not deaf...you aren't talking LOUD enough...

I am still fighting the battle of not hearing well.

And if you are one of the ones who talks to me…

And I keep saying, what did you say… and you are

tired of it?  Well, you aren’t half as tired of it as I am.

Do you know how it is to keep saying, what? I didn’t

hear, you could you say it again?  Believe me, it isn’t

a picnic on my side either.

Some times you just smile and act like you are

agreeing to what is being said.. which is kind of dangerous. 

You might agree to something you don’t want to.

Or give the answer of… I didn’t know that.. which is a

pretty good answer, except when they were talking about

something simple, and you come off as a simpleton.

So you got to watch what you say. And phones are the

worse, as it seems like it fights my hearing aides. Or

rooms that echo.. with a lot of talking people… Makes

being alone enjoyable. I do pretty well outside. Or quiet

rooms.

But the good news is that on the 13^th We go in for an update

on the hearing aides Yes, the King has hearing aides as well. Hopefully that will improve my hearing. As these were pretty good when I got them a year and half ago..

By the way, if you want to get some good hearing aides with

out giving up your first born child … go to Costco. They do a

thoroughly  job of testing and they have very reasonable rates for hearing aides… Ours cost $850 each a year ago. AND THEY WORKED… which is more than I could say for the $1,000 each ones I got 5 years ago, from a regular hearing aide doctor office.  More money doesn’t mean better…  

HAPPY APRIL FOOL DAY.. AND NO THIS IS NOT A TRICK..

hopefully no one got you...so be careful out there. ... 

Fun Day at the Dentist

Nope, not me… I don’t like dentist… and with a false plate, I don’t have to go anymore… so far….

But the King had to go down to get a temp cap on a tooth…

While there waiting for him (2 flaming hours) …there were lots of people in and out.. and because it was after school… there were a lot of kids.

One parent was there filling out a paper on the clipboard with her son. Who it was pretty obvious that he was not happy being there.  She was running thru questions. How often do you brush your teeth? How often do you floss

your teeth… he was getting pretty irritated with her… especially when he answered one of them with twice a day, and she question his answer …and he said MOM!! Geesh. It was also kind of in the line she was having

fun embarrassing him… Then she handed in the paper..

About 15 minutes later… out comes a woman and she sits down by the woman with the son… and by the conversation, I caught on that She was the woman’s mother…   Who made a few comments… that embarrassed the woman… of which the son was smiling, as the woman said.. Mom, shh… lol…

Then at the end of the day, a middle age couple came in.  A few exchanges of words and then he said… you are going in with me, aren't you?  She looked at him in disbelief… and said.. you are kidding right?

And then told him, they don’t allow anyone in with you while you are being worked on. His name was called and he got up and said to the nurse.. my wife can come in with me, can’t she? And the nurse said, oh yea, there is an extra chair in there.. He smiled… and she didn't, as she got up to follow them..

Yep, fun day at the dentist…it is when you aren't the one going in.   

Men get so excited over nothing.

Last week, I decided to try an new recipe of oven fried chicken.

Went on line and found an easy recipe for it.

I followed it and then put it in the oven for dinner. I went over to my computer and shut down some of the pages I was working on.

Went to the back of the house shred a paper and came out to the living room.. Smelled a slight smoke smell… so went into the kitchen. Turn on the switch for the exhaust fan. And because for some reason, whenever we have smoke or smells from the kitchen, it flows thru the dining room to the back of the house. So I went back to shut the doors on the 3 back rooms.

As I came back to the kitchen I could see there was more smoke. I turn off the oven, open the back door right next to the oven. Walked to the front door in the living room and open that door. As I was heading back to the kitchen.. in enters THE KING.. Takes one look at the smoke

and starts to bellow .. 

THERE IS SMOKE POURING OUT OF THE OVEN. (good eyes) He opens the window (next on my list) and says ….

We need to call the Fire dept.  We need help to get this smoke out of here…I tell him to calm down, I have control over it.. just take it easy. He is pacing the kitchen, still bellowing.. (who needs a fire alarms when I have the King.) Look, the ceiling is going to have to be washed and repainted… still bellowing.

I told him to calm down as I removed the chicken from the oven.. and also the shelves. And took them outside.

Which, of course, more smoke comes out as I am releasing it with the oven door opened. LOOK, he yells… I shut the oven door… push him back outside.. tell him to go back to his garage.. I have everything in control..  And as he steps off the deck, He says… yea, it looks like it.. (He, of little faith).

I spent the next half hour washing down the walls, floor and ceiling of the oven.

Washed the shelves and put them back.. Took the chicken in, put it in the fry pan.  Started the salad… Check on the chicken.. OH, CRAP.. the front of the stove is grey with smoke… So got the Lysol out before the King returns…as that would have sent him back over the edge..

So 15 minutes later, chicken is done, salad is done.. dinner is on the table when the King walks back in … no smoke..doors closed, window closed..

He looks at the ceiling.. it is still white… whew…

And I looked at him… and said… see I told you.. I had everything under control…  Men get so excited over nothing..

By the way, I got to remember to replace the smoke alarm.. lol… we wore it out last year..  NO, it was NOT MY COOKING..

No bounce in the carriage..or this white girl has no rhythm...

Saturday mornings are Zuma classes for me… My daughter makes me do it, (in the tune of the devil made me do it)… she says it is good for me.. Where did I miss the turn there.. It was my job to tell my kids what was good for them. Some

where I went around the corner and came back behind, with me being on the receiving end.

Every Saturday for the past 3 or 4 Saturdays… (it seems longer)… I drag my funky butt out of the bed… drink coffee.. find loose clothing… and head for SOUL TOWN FITNESS.   There is a sweet, bubbly (luckily I had my first cup of coffee or I would hate early morning bubbly) gal name Kathy Funk, (nothing to do with funky butts) who turns up the music and gets us rolling… hips that is.. and arms.  I must tell you that Kathy is a wonderful cheerful gal.. who really does

believe in all of this exercise bit. She is a prime example how it all works well for those who work out.  As a overweight woman, (she has the pictures to prove it.) is now a thin one… but not too thin.. bubbly fountain of cheer.  So anyone who lives local.. you are missing out, if you don’t go down and see what is going on there in Ponderay. There are classes for $7 for zumba… $10 for others.. or buy a discount card of 10… Or you can join the fitness club.  Very nice clean place.

While this sounds like a commercial, it isn’t.. it is a fact. And now you will know..that the below part of this.. is not Kathy’s fault… just that this white girl(me) has no rhythm.

I have never been a fan of exercise. Like different diets, I have done just about all the exercises of choices over the years… One I did really well, losing 50 pounds… it was a cassette tape that I did daily along with walking a mile to the

mail box.  I HATED THAT TAPE… I hated it the first day… and I hated it up to the 9^th month when I quit doing it.  I looked GREAT!!!! I could fit in my teenager

son’s jeans… oh, yea… I looked great, well there were some who thought at 121 pounds I looked too thin… but I was so happy with myself… BUT…I hated that tape. I prayed each day for the cool down part to hurry up, and at the end,

where you lay on the floor and do some last stretches.. was the heaven part of it.

Now fast forward to 2013…. I am now 30 years older. And I kick myself all the way down to the fitness center… I HATE EXERCISING… I can think of a dozen reasons why I don’t have to go… But I walk in with a smile on my face, change

into my sneakers.. head to the room with bottle of water in hand.. and greet everyone… Not going to be a wet blanket.

So today, I am wiggling parts that haven’t for years, until the past couple weeks.

Trying to get the brain to coordinate my arms with my legs and hips.   And  not look like a disconnected puppet. I have to concentrate on one or the other and then try to get the other to join in… If I can get my hips and legs going in the right direction, then I try to get the arms and shoulders to do what it is suppose to do. Rarely works.. but I try.  I get frustrated as I don’t understand why this does not work well.. I use to be able to jump around.. now it is a shuffle… then it dawns on me…. MY CARRIAGE… MY CARRIAGE DOESN’T HAVE A BOUNCE IN IT ANYMORE… IT IS MORE LIKE A BUCKBOARD ON A RUTTED ROAD. 

I think, ok, I have gave this a good try.. but I am not going to do this anymore… I am comfortable with that… as we are doing the cool down to “SAVE THE LAST DANCE FOR ME”…. Which I am handling pretty well.. after all, I had danced to that for years… and this was going to be my last dance..  ……………………..

And then… my daughter comes up to me… and says… ‘you are doing great, Mom. (yea, right… she honed in on my brain wave (kids do that when they are adults, like we use to do to them)  I know… she just wants to have me not give up and keep coming.. I am on to her…..  AND THEN… as I pay Kathy, she says… you are doing so great… I told her… I don’t think so… my carriage has no bounce… it is more of a buckboard …. And laughed.. She laughed and said.. no

Really you are doing well, and I am so glad you are coming…

Geesh, Maries… I don’t want to go back… I HATE EXERCISE.. oh, guess I already said that…  I walked out into the wonderful sunshine… thinking.. I don’t want to go back…. (and the little voice, sounding like my rotten kid, says.. but it is good for you….and you need to stretch your comfort zone.)  BUT I HATE EXERCISE…  I know.. I already said that… I am repeating myself.. I am old…I am allowed to do that.

So come Saturday morning.. we will see who wins out… I look forward to the end of the month.. as I will have a good excuse for not going… we are going out of town.  Lol…   

I am not deaf...You just...

My kids have thought I had selective hearing for years..
I seem to be able to hear what I wanted and ignored the
rest. I knew by their voices if it was important enough to listen or wait a bit. And things they didn’t want me to hear, I heard quite well. I had selective hearing by choice.

But now… I have selective hearing, but not by choice. Some voices I can hear pretty well, and others, well, it seems like I keep asking for them to repeat. Of course the soft spoken voices are the worse for me.

I saw a couple of tee shirts that made me laugh..because they were so true..
“I am not deaf, you aren't talking loud enough”
and
“yes, I am hard of hearing, I am saving up for hearing aides, do you want to donate to help?”

Hearing aides start at $1,000. Yes you can get them cheaper but you are wasting your money. Heck I spent $1,000 an ear and I wasted my money... I couldn't hear the preacher up front, but I could hear the gossip in 3 pews behind me.

And Medicare doesn’t cover hearing aides. Medicare/Government could care less if you can hear, see (no glass coverage) or eat your food well (no denture care cover either). By George, you can get Vigara, and etc. But don’t ask to hear, or see or chew food.

So here we are in our golden years… in case you haven’t gotten there, and looking forward to those “Golden Years” I am letting you know the Golden is the doctors, who you have to pay out of pocket, and your social life becomes doctor appointments.
And if you cheapen out with those little gadgets they advertise on tv for hard of hearing… and if you spend the $19.95, you will be able to hear across the street or across the room.. save you money… they are right in line with hair grower, bust builders, and the rest of the money grabbing gadgets.

So pardon me if I don’t hear you…. Maybe it is because you aren’t talking loud enough…