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Road trip: Skyline Drive

The hubby and I were hoping to see some glorious fall leaves when we drove through Shenandoah National Park along Skyline Drive today. There were a few golden hues, but the leaves were definitely past their peak by a couple weeks (duly noted for next year). It was still a lovely day out though…a leisurely drive, a tasty lunch, and a chance to play with the camera feature on my new iPhone. Gotta say, I’m impressed with the color and detail it captures. I think the days of point-and-shoot cameras are numbered. Why carry an extra piece of equipment if you’ve got such a quality camera in your phone?

Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m off to research photo editing apps. If you’ve got a favorite, please share!

 
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Posted by on October 28, 2013 in Monday Mix, Observations, Photography, True Life

 

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I’ve never done this before


There’s a first time for everything

I didn’t consciously set out to make this a week of new undertakings, although upon reflection that wouldn’t be a bad approach to life. Completely by accident, the past week was filled with firsts.

First first–spaghetti squash. In my four decades on the planet, I’ve never met a squash I like. I avoid it whenever it’s polite and possible. But then about a year ago, spaghetti squash came as a side dish with my salmon at Bonefish Grill during a friend’s retirement dinner. I thought it’d be rude to leave it untouched, since the retiring friend was picking up the tab for everyone’s meal, so I took as small a bite as humanly possible. Then another bite. Before I knew it, I’d cleaned my plate. Hallelujah! A squash I like! Well, this week I decided to cook it myself for the first time. After quite a bit of Googling, I found directions I liked for cooking it in the microwave (there were lots of sites that recommended just poking the squash with a fork and popping it in the microwave, but that sounded like an explosion waiting to happen). In just 15 minutes I had a whole bowlful of steaming, stringy goodness–which the hubby absolutely refused to share. Apparently, he’s never met a squash he likes either.

Second first–smart phone. There was no point in getting an iPhone while we lived overseas, because it would not work in the States…unless I bought the full-price, unlocked phone and a handful of different SIM cards. So I got el cheapo pre-paid dumb phones to use overseas and an el cheapo pre-paid dumb phone to use over here during the times we were back for family visits, business trips, etc. I’ve continued using the US dumb phone the past two months, in an attempt to burn through the 800+ minutes I’d already purchased. Except the phone never has a signal when I need to dial out, and never rings when someone calls me. Enough is enough already. So this week, I got my very first iPhone. The hubby’s been coaching me in which apps to download, but my attention is focused on finding the perfect case. First things first, dear. I can’t go around with a naked phone.

Third first–screening a movie before its release. I’m a sucker for loyalty cards, so when we went to the movies a few weeks ago, I signed up for the theater chain’s reward program. The spam email commenced immediately, but buried in there was an offer for free tickets (in return for a review, I thought, but there’s been no follow up for that) to see About Time before it officially opens November 8. I’d seen the trailer (which was a bit ambiguous–date movie or chick flick?), and I didn’t think there was much chance of getting the hubby into a seat at regular price, but he was happy to go along for free. Apparently lots of people were…the theater was nearly full, unlike all the movies we’ve paid to see recently. Turns out About Time is quite suitable as either a date movie or a chick flick. You won’t find any novel twists on the traditional time travel plot, but the dialogue is good and there are lots of laughs. The fact that most of the characters were British even helped to ease my homesickness for England for just a little while.

Fourth first–cream eyeshadow. I don’t use eyeshadow often, but when I do, it’s always been the powdered variety. I can’t seem to apply it, especially if there is the slightest hint of sparkle, without getting it all over my face. At a friend’s Mary Kay party this week, I tried cream eyeshadow for the first time. I like the idea of it–no wayward sprinkles drifting down on my cheeks, but as this was also the sparkly kind, I thought it looked kinda greasy on my eyelids. Now I’ll have to investigate the existence of a matte finish shadow. If one is out there, this could be the start of a whole new era in face painting.

Fifth and final first–craigslist. In the process of moving back into our house, we found some stuff we just don’t need any more. A lot of the little stuff has made its way to Goodwill, but there are some larger items in excellent condition that we’d like to sell. I’ve heard countless people talk about items they’ve bought and sold on craigslist–its main appeal in this case is that its local, unlike ebay. I don’t have to worry about how to ship a four-piece patio set, I can just tell the buyer where to come pick it up. So I took photos and posted ads on craigslist–they’ve been active just over 24 hours. Holy wack-jobs, Batman. Gmail’s filters can’t figure out which messages to send to my inbox and which ones to send to the spam folder. I’ve gotten aggressive demands for my address, hostile inquiries (in very poor scammer grammar) about whether my ad is legit, and half-naked pictures of some chick. I’m thinking I should have paid to run classified ads in the local paper. Some firsts just don’t pan out.

 
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Posted by on October 26, 2013 in Six Word Saturday, True Life

 

Good intentions…screwed

screwsQuestion 6 (The Complete Book of Questions by Garry Poole)
What’s something you intended to do today, but didn’t? Why not?

I intended to post some items for sale on craigslist, but didn’t.

The hubby was working through his to-do list and had come to “repair shed,” which required an extra set of hands. Well, ditching my to-do list didn’t help him get anything crossed off his, because neither of the cordless drills was charged and the screws we purchased specifically for this project weren’t long enough. By the time we’d done as much as we could (we measured and cut all the boards, and marked where the screws will go, once I get the right ones) and cleaned up the mess, it was time for lunch.

Then it was time to wash up and change clothes so I could head into town.

Then it was time to go to the AT&T store so they could fix the new phone I got last night so it would actually make or receive a call.

Then it was time to go to the eye doctor for my yearly exam (two years late).

Then it was time to go to Office Depot, Walmart, Hobby Lobby (OMG–it’s only the second time in my life I’ve ever been in there and I almost totally derailed the whole rest of my evening walking up and down the aisles drooling), and Lowes–to buy new, longer screws for the shed project.

Then it was time for Wine and Whine.

Then it was time to pick up Chinese for dinner on the way back from town.

Then it was time to eat–the hubby had nearly fainted from hunger by the time I arrived home.

Then it was time to finish and submit a job application.

Then it was time to wash off the war paint and find my jammies.

Then it was time to write and post today’s blog.

And now it’s time for bed.

So craigslist will have to wait till tomorrow.

Unless it’s time to repair the shed.

 
 

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A snack, a good book, and a place to lay my head

velmaIt’s Thursday, a day I’ve set aside on this blog to answer deep, thought-provoking questions. The idea was not only to allow readers a bit of insight into what makes me tick, but also to bring myself some clarity on certain issues. Well, tonight, I got nothin’ deep. The hubby and I just returned from seeing Captain Phillips and I am emotionally and mentally spent. So I’m doing “fluff” questions today. You still might learn something new about me, but don’t look for any deep philosophical revelations.

I found a great blog, This Is Me Challenge, that is encouraging followers to record their own personal histories by answering a few questions each week. I randomly chose question set #30 to tackle today, but I scanned some other entries and not all of the questions are this easy. If you’re a parent looking to preserve family history for your children (or a child wanting to find out more about your parents), you might want to check it out.

1.  What is your favorite snack right now?
Normally, I’d say Oreos (hey, did you hear on the news yesterday that they are as addictive as cocaine??). But I’ve recently found that my body feels better when I don’t eat wheat, so I’ve cut out most everything containing wheat flour. Which means my beloved Oreos are off-limits. So my go-to snack now is kettle corn. I tell myself it’s better for me than many other snacks like potato chips or cookies (although I’ve not actually compared food labels to confirm this). Salty, sweet, crunchy…it ticks almost all the boxes for an ideal snack food. Unfortunately, I don’t have an off-switch once I get started eating kettle corn, so it’s good that the brand I like best comes from a popcorn stand 90 minutes down the road.
2.  What is the last book you read?
Testimony by Anita Shreve. I’ve read four or five of her novels, and without fail, they leave me wondering what I would have done if I had been in the same situation.
3.  If you were a cartoon character, who would you be?
I’d be Velma from the Scooby Doo cartoons. We might not share many physical characteristics (I am not vertically challenged, she does not have 20/20 vision), but intellectually we could have been twins. She and I nearly always solved the mystery at the same time, regardless of how much the rest of the gang was hindering the process. 
4.  Where was the last place you spent money?
Walmart. I bought a new pillow this afternoon. I wasn’t expecting to spend any actual cash–I had a gift card that I won in a poker game last weekend, but the card wouldn’t scan at the register (card malfunction? register malfunction?). If this pillow means I wake up without a splitting headache or crick in my neck, it’ll be worth every last cent.
5.  Who was your first crush on?
Brad Weeks. He talked too much in class, and I never said boo to anyone, so our fifth grade teacher moved his desk next to mine. I was mesmerized by his freckles, brown eyes, and radiant brace-filled grin. My heart would flutter every time he’d lean his head next to mine and whisper, “Can I borrow a pencil?”

 
 

An open letter to my fellow gym mates

showerPicture from weheartit

Dear Gym Rat,

First, I’d just like to say how much I admire your endurance. There’s no way I could do 45 minutes at level 15 on that Adaptive Motion Trainer. Ten minutes at level 1 and my calves are cramping, so you go, girl!

But just because I am in awe of your stamina and envious of your non-jiggly thighs, does not mean I want to share your funk.

In the row of six available showers, I purposely select the one at the end because it only abuts one other shower. I always choose an end one. ALWAYS. An end shower means less chance of a draft that will wrap the slimy, mildew-spotted shower curtain around my legs. It also means my shower can only be potentially contaminated by the splash-over of one other shower.

I know I’m type-A, but I honestly thought every female on the planet would share this aversion to foreign splash-over. Moreover, I thought all women, being the considerate creatures that we are, would be careful not to inflict such contamination on others.

But not you! In a row of five vacant showers, you choose the one RIGHT NEXT TO ME. Before I can dry off and escape to the safety of the lockers, you have turned your shower on full blast. In the blink of an eye, your water, your shampoo, your soap, your funk are splashing under the shower wall onto my recently scrubbed feet, ankles, calves.

Ick, ick, ICK!!! I am contaminated.

Now I’m torn between trying to stand outside my shower, putting my right leg in then my left leg in hokey-pokey-style to rinse off your splashed-on funk (without acquiring more in the process), running down to the other end shower for a quick rinse before anyone else comes in, or retreating to my locker to slather hand sanitizer all over my lower legs (FYI, that stuff stings like hell).

Next time, for the love of Pete, can you please leave a one-stall buffer? Better yet, pick the other end shower. You’ll love not getting your cheeks (the ones you just tortured for 45 minutes at level 15) caressed by the moldy shower curtain.

With sincere gratitude,

The clean freak in the end stall

 
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Posted by on October 14, 2013 in Monday Mix, On Me, True Life

 

I ain’t skeered…well, maybe a little

100_1262-001I’ve gotten in the habit over these past several months of choosing a random question to answer on “Deep Thought Thursdays” (some thoughts have been decidedly deeper than others). I’m not sure how deep this one is, but being the season of ghouls and goblins, I found a rather timely question at The Daily Post this morning, in their Daily Prompt: Fright Night.

Do you like being scared by books, films, and surprises? Describe the sensation of being scared, and why you love it — or don’t.

I’ll read a scary book (which may or may not have a lingering effect…see Tuesday’s post about It) and occasionally watch a scary movie (the hubby loves this, as he comes home from the theater with an armful of bruises where I’ve grabbed him). I can close the book or close my eyes if things get too intense. But I absolutely cannot handle scary surprises. Namely haunted houses.

I think I was about eight years old. There was a special party for all the kids who had collected money for UNICEF while trick-or-treating. My younger brother had filled his little cardboard house with donated coins, but was sick the night of the party, so I alone donned my costume and Mom and I set off. The school gym was filled with apple bobbing stations, bowls of peeled grape eyeballs and cold macaroni brains, and boatloads of cupcakes–all the things you’d expect at an elementary Halloween party. There was also a haunted house. Even at that young age, I was not fond of being scared, but I agreed when Mom asked if I wanted to go through it. I knew that with her by my side, I’d be okay.

Except when it came time to walk through the haunted house, Mom was not invited. An older girl, probably a high school student, was a guide for the haunted house, said it was just for kids, and promised she’d stay with me the whole time. I resisted, more than happy to skip the whole thing to stay with my mom and eat another cupcake, but was eventually coerced into going with the guide. Turns out other kids’ parents got to come into the haunted house. Also turns out the guide was not just a guide. She was an actor, and needed a young sidekick in a supporting role to sell the story that had been devised for this very elaborate haunted house. Way too elaborate for elementary kids. Way too realistic for young, impressionable children. Way. Too. Scary.

By the time we neared the exit, I was practically climbing up the guide to escape the hands reaching out of the darkness from all sides, no mean feat since I was simultaneously covering my ears to escape the screams and groans from the other actors and covering my eyes to escape the strobe lights and the frightening images revealed with each flash. I thought my hell had finally come to an end when the guide reached for the doorknob to let us out of the haunted house, only to find there was one last surprise. The knob was rigged to shock her, and she fell to the floor gasping with her final breath that we should leave her behind, save ourselves.

I was mad that she promised my mom to see me safely through and was now dying on the floor. I was scared to death being left to fend for myself. I couldn’t wait to get out of there. But there was no way on this earth I was touching that doorknob. Finally some other kid’s dad came bravely forward and we were free. I nearly trampled a ghost, a princess, and a pirate trying to get back to my mother, and nearly dislocated her shoulder trying to pull her out of the gym.

To this day, more than three decades later, I cannot walk through a haunted house. A couple months ago, the hubby and I went through the Chamber of Horrors at Madame Tussauds in London. By “went through” I mean that I ran as fast as the guide’s pace would allow, dragging the hubby in my wake. He wanted to linger and enjoy all the actors jumping out at us from dark corners. I wanted to get the hell out of there.

There was a commercial on TV the other night for a nearby theme park’s Halloween Haunt. Essentially the entire park becomes a giant haunted house. I’m not sure once you’re through the gates that there is anywhere safe to escape the “bloodcurdling horror and nightmarish madness.” Hubby asked if I wanted to go. I was instantly nauseous. Uhh, thanks, but NO. I’d rather stay home and reread It. Or maybe poke my eyes out with a stick.

 

 

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It sounded like a good idea at the time

Mmm, gravy. Image from Pinterest. If you manage to find the actual recipe, please let me know!

Mmm, gravy. Image from Pinterest. If you manage to find the actual recipe, please let me know!

So, because I don’t have enough real work on my to-do list, I finally caved and joined Pinterest today. Like I need another time-suck to add to email, facebook, and general web surfing to keep me from the real work.

How did this happen??

Well, I’ve been looking online for lots of decorating ideas recently (curtains are the mission du jour), and my “other bookmarks” tab is OUT OF CONTROL. I noticed that a lot of the links I was clicking in my search were taking me to someone’s Pinterest board (where I’d get distracted looking at all of their pins and forget why I was visiting in the first place). I thought if I joined Pinterest myself, I could create a board (or ten) of my own to keep track of all these fascinating decorating ideas in a more visual way, thereby conserving space in my “other bookmarks.”

Well, I’ve already run into problems. Mainly that I’m not exactly sure what I’m doing. I went through the tutorial when I signed up, and as an exercise I pinned a gravy recipe to a new board I called “Turkey Day.” When I go back to that board, and click on the gravy pin, it directs me to some other Pinterest board containing about a bajillion recipes. I’ve yet to find the gravy recipe. Having just a picture of gravy is not so helpful.

I subscribe to the philosophy that if all else fails, read, so next I clicked the Pinning 101 link in my welcome email. I fully expected to learn enough to finally get to that gravy recipe. Instead, I found out that Pinterest is intended to be less personal organizing tool, more social media site. Drat. I don’t care if other people see I’ve pinned a gravy recipe. I’m not trying to gain followers by pinning cute curtain ideas. Why can’t this just be a bulletin board where I can organize inspiration, without the whole world looking over my shoulder?

Now I’m not sure whether I should invest in the Pinterest for Dummies book on Amazon or just delete my account, print out the ideas that catch my eye on the web, and stuff them in a folder where they’ll never again see the light of day pin them to a real bulletin board. I figure either option burns up about the same number of precious moments. Moments I could have spent actually sewing some curtains. Or making gravy.

 

 
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Posted by on October 7, 2013 in How It Is, Monday Mix, On Me, True Life