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Monday, September 30, 2013

When City Meets Country

I love Jethro and, Jethro loves me.  We are definitely an "opposites attracts" couple:

  • I like quiet, he likes noise
  • I like books, he likes not-books lol 
  • He likes to "go out", I like the couch
  • He is friendly and outgoing, I like 4 sometimes 5 people
  • He enjoys end of the world type movies, I'd stick to comedies
 Typical, right?  Well, there's one other thing.  I'm a city girl (or was) Jethro is a country boy.

Jethro was raised in the corn.  Yes, corn.  I grew up on Chicago's south side.  For our first few years of cohabitation, we were in a 1 bedroom apartment and a 1 bedroom condo.  And maybe that's why I didn't notice his country tendencies until we got the house in the country.  What, exactly, are country tendencies?

Strangers

I never talk to strangers.  I'll be cordial and smile and maybe a few moments of small talk in a store, and I'll chat with a neighbor, but that's it!  If you are a stranger and you come to my door, you will be out there. The dog may give you the consideration of a "Who is ringing the bell" bark and that's 452 times better than you'd get from me.

Jethro talks to strangers and likes it!  Selling something door to door?  Jethro will talk to you and be your friend, while I am stashing kitchen knives in my clothes in case something goes down.  A few years ago we started getting visits from a random lady who I'll refer to as Althea.  Althea was walking around in the fall, wearing 152 layers and selling designer imposter's perfume.  Jethro let her in, because of course he did.  That's what country people do.  I'm pretty sure Althea demanded a cookie, and she got one.   Jethro brought some stuff and Althea went on her way.  The ENTIRE time I was plotting my escape and my self defense plan.  STRANGER IN MY HOUSE!!!! IN MY HOUSE!!! EATING MY DAMN COOKIE!

People sell all kinds of things out here.  Althea came back a few times (of course she did) and if I was here by myself she was SOL.  People sell meat (nope), fruit (nope), randomness (nope) and every time I'm all NO THANK YOU!!! And Jethro is all "Howdy traveler, come take a rest."



There's probably some good social ripple effect that comes out of it but...

The Blinds

Jethro enjoys things like fresh air and sunlight, which is craziness to me.  Why do we need fresh air? Why must the blinds be open?  Never open the blinds!  Someone will look in here!  So what we don't have neighbors next door?  That is not important.  I found myself today mad about closing the blinds. MAD!!!!

I realize that sounds crazy.  But.  We don't need any sunlight dude.  That's what lights are for.  Yes, that sounds crazy.  So?!?!? (While describing this post to Jethro, he asked me if I was Dracula, I replied yes, I am Dracula)

The Hood

When Jethro says "the hood" he doesn't mean it.  Well not like normal people mean it.  He literally means "neighborhood".  No!  That's not what it means. 

These boys were in the hood
Stars

Out here in the country, there are stars.  If you've always lived in the city, you've never seen stars like they exist in the country.  I'm always amazed by the night sky out here.  And Jethro chuckles because that's what the sky is supposed to look like.



Thursday, September 26, 2013

Fall Fun - Apple Picking with Nana

Last weekend, Ladybug, Nana and I went apple picking.   Ladybug loves "picking" thanks to Nana's garden.  In fact, if you hand her a basket, she'll ask "Peppers?  Tomatoes?"  She's a baby farmer.


One my biggest fears when we struggled to get pregnant was that our future child(ren) wouldn't know their grandparents.  I never knew either of my grandfathers, both passed before I was born.  Both of my parents were the youngest (or second youngest) of their siblings and started having kids later in life.  I wanted Ladybug (who wasn't yet Ladybug) to know the people that I love so much.

My parents (aka Nana and Papa) are Ladybug's favorite people.  She talks about them all the time, and it's so amazing to see her with them.

When Nana came over for our journey to the apple picking place, Ladybug got so excited when the doorbell rang that she cried.  Cried! NANA!!!!!!!  LOL.

It was $5 to get into the fields to pick which completely made sense once you looked at how much gets discarded by little people, or eaten along the way *ahem*.
"I did it"

 Ladybug loved getting all of the low hanging fruit and "running" (side note: toddler running is hilarious) down the rows.  She made friends with strangers and "kids" and she got to hang out with one of her favorite people.

Ladybug speaks so well, she's a parrot and every day she says something new that makes me do a double take.  On this day, Nana was a few feet ahead of us "Nana!!! Wait for me!"  Huh?  LOL


My favorite picture ever in life, Ladybug and Nana

We picked and I brought home 10 lbs of toddler picked apples.  And while Ladybug loves applesauce like Camels love Humpday, that seemed too easy.  So, I took my first stab at an apple cake.  Yummy deliciousness.

You can find the recipe here.  I did a simple caramel glaze of equal parts butter and brown sugar. 

Monday, September 23, 2013

The Return of Scandal

The beginning of October means a lot of things to people.  Some people have October birthdays and October anniversaries.  Yay!  For some of us, it means that an old friend is back.  SCANDAL!!!!


Last year, I wrote recaps for another site for Scandal.  Doing so made me realize that too much detail is too much and helped me hone my writing.  I don't think I'll be doing that this year, mostly because I don't think it'll fit in my schedule.  So instead, I'll post all of my randomness here. 

At the end of last season, we learn the goon that had been punking everyone the whole time (I dubbed him Earl because they didn't give him a name) was Olivia's father.  Which was good, because before then we knew almost nothing about Olivia's past.  She could've been hatched for all we knew.  We still don't know about her mother or siblings or any of her back stories.  Some people think Harrison could be her brother.  I don't know about that one. 

According to what I've read (no spoilers), most of the foolishness from last season gets addressed early on, and then they get on to something new. 

That all being said, here are some of my unanswered questions:

1. Anyone else still highly dissatisifed with Seven Fifty Two?  I wouldn't mind it if it didnt' conflict with what we already knew about Huck's past.  But it did and it still doesn't sit well with me.

2. Is Harrison going to get a love interest?  Or a back story? Or an anything.  I know a lot of you soon for Harrison, and while I don't personally understand it, I'm sure you too want him to do something more than answer the phone and talk fast.

3. Is Quinn going to go full crazy on us?  I kind of hope so, I like crazy wet-work Quin way more than whiny crybaby Quinn.  Although she certainly has a reason to be whiny.

4. Will David and Abby stop fighting it?  You want to be together, then be together.  That's it.  This is America, love who you want.

5. Other than Fitz, and that garbage they tried to feed us about Huck, we know little to nothing about the characters back stories.   Maybe this is the year we'll learn about what is truly motivating everyone.

Sunday, September 15, 2013

The Wizard

I finally got to watch both of the reunion shows for R&B Divas L.A.  And the biggest thing I got out of it was the producers aka "the wizard" had their hands all up in and around the cast.  The openly acknowledged that the cast members were told they got along too well and they needed to step up the foolishness or the show would get canned.

And then it seemed as though they had about 50-11 conversations with Kelly Price.  And while I still believe that Kelly looks as though the crazy is strong in her, I think she thought she was doing what she had to for the show.

That all being said, it was painfully obvious that the wizard set up drama.  Both Kelly and Chante were told that the other party refused to shoot with them, and it seems as though no one really said that.  By dropping lies here and there, they were able to change the outcome of the show.

When I was little, I had a "friend" that did something similar.  She told a bunch of us that another person said something bad about them.  I can only guess as to why, but she succeeded in breaking up a few friendships until we figured it out.

It got me to thinking.  The Wizard isn't limited to reality tv, or juvenile friendships.  The Wizard is real and is feeding us bull muckey on the regular.  Best way to deal with it?  Realize that behind the facade is a little person with no power at all.  Then you stab them in the face remove them from your life.


Friday, September 13, 2013

Pooped

What is it about being old(er) that makes you so tired?  It is 8 o'clock on a Friday night.  Most people would think the next sentence would be "I should be going out..." Nope.  I don't want to go anywhere.  I just want it not to feel like it's 3 a.m.  It's not 3 a.m!
iwastesomuchtime.com

My guess (science!) is that since I work off 5-6 hours a sleep a night, by Friday my body's like... nope. But I don't want to go to sleep (someone told me I shun sleep, that is kind of true), I'd like to:

  • write a million things and make all the money
  • make a grocery list
  • find some new recipies
  • make iced tea magically appear 
  • have clean hair
That list, it's not "what's poppin" (I'm so old) but it's me.

I need to figure out some time management or something.   I've got to rebalance family, work, writing, sleeping, eating, feeding the people who live here.  Right now, I'm way out of balance and I don't have a plan.  I need a plan. 

We still don't know the cause of my mysterious symptoms of randomness, but I believe tweaking my diet will help.  I can say that now that I'm drinking as much water as I can get in, some of my symptoms are decreasing.

I'll probably do some freezer cooking this weekend.  I've figured out that as much as I like to do crockpot stuff, my new schedule leaves things in too long even with the timer.  I need to do all the cooking on my cooking day so all I have to do during the week is warm up.

Follow me on Pinterest, I'll be pinning new recipes and then posting them here, eventually, you know, when I'm not sleepy.  :-)

Monday, September 9, 2013

Almost

I almost gave up today. Almost. 

- The thing that I'm waiting on didn't come through
- There was a bank error that was not in my favor
- People weren't where they were supposed to be

And for a moment, I was really close to saying I quit.  I can't do this anymore, I'm not going to try. For a while I allowed myself to feel the entire burden I'm carrying and didn't fight it.  For far too many minutes I let every bad thing overwhelm me.

For a little while, I was ready to do the most dramatic wall slide in the history of wall slides and then just lay on the floor twitching occasionally.  It seemed like a good idea.  I was tired. And that's what you do when you're tired.  You go sit down. 



But then.  I got it together.  I handled my business, I kept moving forward.  Failure is not an option.  Giving up is not an option.  Laying down and allowing the world to run me over isn't going to work.

Instead.


Sunday, September 8, 2013

Reflections on 34

While I was MIA, I celebrated by 34th birthday.  For those who don't KNOW me, I shun all things loud and crowded, so my birthday was perfect for me.  Well, except for having to go to work, that was kind of dumb.  But I was off the week before and didn't want to give up another PTO day. 

Jethro brought me Mexican corn and tacos from the awesome taco truck and I was in a grease filled happy place.  Yes, my birthday dinner was <$10.  I am a cheap date. 




I didn't know Adele named her albums for the age she was when she wrote them until a blog friend posted it.  The thought of reviewing 34 points of the last 12 months of my life was daunting.  So I present my album.  12 songs is an album right? Okay, that seems like a lot too.  Well, how about my hit single.   Well writing a song would also take a bit more effort than I am able to muster. 


So I have this.

34 was a year of growth for me.  Growth is never painless.  If there is no pain there's no reason to move.  I've learned to be a bit easier on myself and to give me a break, I give everyone else one.  I think I've done the best job I've ever done of adapting to situations that on face value seem like they could've broken me. I've grown in my faith can say much more comfortably, it'll work out, it always works out. 

This was also the year that I was able to use words to earn money. THAT is huge.  HUGE.  I needed a new suit last week and was able to buy something nice because of all of the words I wrote.  Words I wrote about infertility specifically.  Who would've thought that going through that would've prepared me for income later?  There's always a plan, even if we can't see it. 

Maybe that was my biggest lesson this past year.  To relax and let the plan work itself out.  Inhale, exhale, breathe, it's ok. 

That's not to say that the year was bad, because it wasn't.  I'm blessed beyond measure and I know the best is yet to come.

Thursday, September 5, 2013

I went missing

I did really well with the #31writenow challenge until the 27th.  You know what happened then?  I got the fertility writing gig!  Yay me!  But, I'm writing three posts a night which means when I'm done I'm pooped.  I'm going to try to get ahead of the game this weekend because I have many things I want to talk about here.  So. Many. Things. 

But not tonight.  Tonight, I've got to write about the side effects of fertility meds and vitrification (aka how they freeze eggs).  Yay for me boo for not being able to talk here.  I miss interacting with everyone.  I'll be back soon.

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