Friday, December 15, 2017

Quiet week

We haven't been doing anything exciting this week. (Do we ever?) I just enjoy my main hobby, crocheting, and trying to keep up with my sister-in-law in New Jersey. She makes beautiful afghans in large sizes. Mine are not so large but she makes more than I do. Not sure how that works but we Skype every day and mostly agree in our conversations.

Today we agreed that if one person says a relationship is consensual but the situation made her feel like a victim - well, that's one of the dumbest things we've ever heard on that subject.

Sorry, Dr. Phil.  Perception is NOT reality in that case.

And for this "victim," just keep your mouth shut if it was consensual.

Sunday, December 10, 2017

Sunday Morning

Up at six. After shower, coffee and a Danish.

Plan to make a roast today - just like my mom used to make.

Peeled the carrots, potatoes, chopped the onions and cut the fat (most of it) off the roast. Into the oven by 10:30.

Hub says he needs to go to Walgreens. Ok.

Out of the drugstore, I'm directed to stop at McDonald's for a large coke and a cheeseburger. It's 11:30.

The roast will be done about 12:30.

Why did I make a roast?

Friday, December 8, 2017

Degrees of Crime

Even in murder there are levels of the crime;
     Capital Murder, Manslaughter, Criminally Negligent Homicide  and Murder. (from Google.)

So why is there no differentiation in degrees of bad behavior concerning sexual assault?

Putting a hand on a person's back could be called assault if it was done to overpower or hurt an individual. But it could be innocently touching.

If someone who is touched feels it is inappropriate,  speak up at the moment, take care of it right then. Don't wait weeks, months or years later to bring a charge.

Just my two cents worth.

Saturday, December 2, 2017

The Cost of Smoking

We went to get gas today in the van. It was down to only one quarter tank. Usually we keep the top half full. Lee wondered if it would take $25 worth. It would - with another quarter tank to fill it up.

As I sat there, I saw the sign advertising cigarettes. I've never smoked unless you count the time a friend and I tried one in my bedroom and had to put it out in the window sill and throw it out to the drive-way. I'm sure my mother was not fooled. The smoke does smell, after all. And the evidence was right below my bedroom window. I think that was in the seventh grade.

Anyway, back to the sign. A carton of Newport is listed at $66.49. I had to come home and google how many packs are in a carton. Ten with twenty ciggies in each pack.

It seems in my memory that packs were 25 cents when I was a kid or $2.50 a carton.

Inflation?

Tuesday, November 28, 2017

OOPS

Today I turned on the oven to bake a tuna casserole. I thought I smelled something burn-like!

It seems I hadn't opened the oven door since Thanksgiving. That was the day our wonderful granddaughters were the cooks. It may be that basting the turkey and returning it to the oven was the origin of some baked on "stuff."

Since the oven was hot, I decided to just wait till after the casserole was cooked, the oven was cooled and we had eaten lunch to clean the blackened broth.  I should have taken a photo! Anyway, with Bar Tender's Friend and a lot of elbow grease the gunk is gone.

I'm finding it harder to bend over and scrub. Wonder if my age has anything to do with that.

Saturday, November 25, 2017

Turkey Day

The temp made it to 165. Turkey's done.

Outside it was 81 degrees. A very unlikely Thanksgiving temperature.

Wonderful day and food and family - still missing the ones not feeling well and the ones far, far away!

Friday, November 24, 2017

Happy Birthday

Today is my husband's birthday. We had family from Texas arrive with the whole Thanksgiving dinner on Wednesday afternoon plus an ice cream cake with a big eight seven on it!

The girls fixed all the food and we ate at noon! Their mom was sick with a cold and didn't make the trip. We missed her and our other family that lives in Oregon!

We are blessed to have had a family that gets along with no major problems. (I'm speaking of the time frame After the teenage years here.) I think we all really like each other. If that is not the case, we are all hiding it quite well.

After two boys, we love our four granddaughters - especially since they are past that screaming age that little girls seem to go through! (I told me sister-in-law that I don't remember screaming as a kid.
Wonder if I did before I can remember.)

This is sort of a silly blog but I'm feeling very blessed here. The only problem - Texas and Oregon are so far away from the middle of Kansas.

And Lee was thrilled that we had the guests and talked to our other son by phone.