Monday, June 20, 2011

Fathers' Day 2011




Steven decided that he wanted a low-key Fathers' Days from now on. Fine, fine, fine! But where's the fun in that?




The kids called and had a nice visit with him and then I made him a gormet meal. For his Fathers' Day surprise and in honor of Cookie Night, I made him some ginger snaps--one of his favorite boxed cookies.




They turned out wonderfully. Unfortunately, through the years we have unexplainedly aged and eating 18 warm ginger snaps is not as guilt-free as I wish it were. Ergo, Cookie Night is of a necessity going to have to be altered: no cookies unless we have a family in mind to whom we can deliver the bulk of them or unless we have house guests.




Look for the recipe in the Family Cook Book.

Sunday, June 5, 2011

I'm Here, My Dear










We've been busy. Here is what has happened since my last entry:










Graduation: I wore blue jeans, my Cody Dairy Queen t-shirt, end of trail ear rings (notice the subtle message), and black boots ('cuz these boots are made for walking) under my robes. Then I went home and packed for our family vacation on the Monterrey coast.










The Family Reunion: It could have had better attendance, but it was fun. We stayed at Pajaro Dunes, right on the beach. Micah's whole family came and stayed from Sunday until Friday. They had to return early because they had just sold their home and had to pack and evacuate by Tuesday at 5:00. Jared came on Monday night and had to return Wednesday evening because of scholastic responsibilities. However, while he was with us, we went to the Monterrey Aquarium, bought fried artichokes for devouring, flew kites on the beach, and ate until we exploded. Jared decided that he was going to cook next time. I'm loving it.










Packing for Taft: Henri, our grandson, gave us a gift that keeps on giving--the flu. We packed and threw out things and had some very dear ward members help us load while we did our best not to contaminate them. Steven did a great job of planning. He measured the inside of the trailer and every box. Then he estimated that about 25% of the trailer would be wasted space because boxes don't always stack perfectly. We packed enough boxes to fill exactly 75% of the trailer space and had exactly enough space for out things. PERFECT!!!--Just shut the door quickly and open carefully.










Last Night in Taft: We checked into the best hotel in Taft (not saying much), and then went for a quick drive. We found the Taft City Limit Sign and took a picture of it in our rear-view mirror because we promised ourselves we would do that five years ago. (I don't have a picture of it here because I am still sick and too tired to get my camera out and download, etc.) When we returned to the hotel room, we noticed that the carpet was stained and in desperate need of vacuuming, the shower was moldy and had cigarette burns on the toilet, the walls were filthy, the bedding and sheets were tattered and stained, and the fan rattled. For breakfast, the management offered five (5) donuts cut in half for their patrons. The perfect end to our Taft experience was when the toilet clogged and the owner handed Steven a toilet plunger with no comment and waited for its return.










Moving: We hitched up the trailer the next morning, put 5 boxes of Kleenex in the cab of the truck, and, after conducting several business transactions--the least of which was not buying cough syrup, pain killers, and decongestants--sped out of town at about 10:00 A.M. We stopped in Fresno at my favorite stained glass store to buy glass for our upstairs window, and dropped in on Kristi Lawrence's Tire Shop for a lube, oil, filter, and farewells to very dear friends, then resumed our journey. This put us in Sacramento traffic at rush hour. But we didn't care. We were out of Taft.










On The Road: We spent our first night in Fernely in a great hotel which served waffles and everything else one could imagine for breakfast. We journeyed all day, amusing ourselves with a murder mystery by Patric McMannus and a cheap crossword puzzle book. We decided, since we were in the Salt Lake Valley about dinner time, to take Micah's family out to dinner. Micah suggested the Ikea store as a great place to meet and eat. He was right. The kids had a wonderful time eating meat balls, running around, and playing on the displays and with the toys available for children to try. We spent the night in Orem and again had waffles and whatever else we could want. The next day we arrived in Cody.










Cody: Unpacking, unpacking, unpacking, and trying to get everything to fit into our home.Although Steven's favorite duplication is our 8 rolls of plastic wrap, the following is a list of the bathroom items we discovered we had after unpacking and finding some redundancy of supplies.










8 boxes band aids-all opened; 5 misc. rolled bandages; 3 rolls surgical tape; 4 pkg. gauze applications; 1 pkg butterfly bandages; 6 boxes Q-tips (1900 total)-4 opened; 2 pkg, cotton puffs, 1 cotton squares, 1 cotton circles--all but one opened; 4 lg. bottles Herbal Essence shampoo, 1 lg. bottle H.E. conditioner; 3 bottles anti-cavity fluoride rinse--all opened; 3 cans hairspray; 1 Sonicare owner's manual, 1 Sonicare toothbrush head, 2 Sonicare rechargers, 1 Sonicare toothbrush with head; 10 double-packs of toothbrushes--four opened; 23 cheap plastic shower caps, 2 heavy gage plastic shower caps; 27 Bic disposable razors--1 pack of 10 unopened ( I'm tired of writing about what was opened and what was not. So from here on out, unless specifically mentioned, just assume everything had been opened and partially used); 3 tubes Sensodyne toothpaste; 41 cosmetic wedges--1 pkg of 32 unopened; 5 spools dental floss-none opened; 4 anti-itch remedies; 3 bottles isopropyl alcohol; 3 bottles hydrogen peroxide; 3 tubes triple antibiotic ointment; 1 bottle generic Betadine; 3 thermometers (one electronic); 3 finger splints; 3 arm slings; 1 wrist brace; 2 upper arm cuffs; 9 bottles sun screen, 2 bottles ibuprofen-both generic, one unopened, both expired; 3 pkg. antihistamines; 2 bottles cough syrup; 2 boxes Imodium AD; 8 hearing aid batteries--hearing aids expired; 3 ear wax removal kits--one expired; 12 mini hand lotions 3 large hand lotions 21 jars Carmex-about 14 unopened.










Neighborly Acts of Kindness: Our neighbor, upon whose land Chu-chu grazes, left for Missouri to pick up another horse and asked that we tend the stables in his absence. Then his wife asked if I would take her Sunbeam class because she has pneumonia. We made her dinner on Saturday. Sunday, I taught her class. Luckily, only one Sunbeam showed up. Then I went home and slept for 3 hours because I am still sick. Steven stayed home because he is sicker than I.








Future Plans: I promised Steven that I would organize and put away everything room-by-room until everything is properly placed and stored. Then I will begin work on the house. I figure I'll be busy for the next two years. It sure beats Taft. Gee, Cody is beautiful!

















Tuesday, May 17, 2011

The Yard Sale Questions





Steven is in route even as I write. He is dragging a borrowed trailer and getting over 10 mph in some areas. He should be here about 2:00 today.



I have been sifting though my stuff and keeping only the bare essentials. However, if I leave a third hair dryer behind, will my other two spontaneously explode? It's questions like these that I lose sleep over.



I can't believe some of the questions I have been asked. Here is a smattering of the most FAQ's and the answers:



Q: Are you going to have a yard sale?


A: Stupid question. Apartments don't have yards.



Q: Are you going to have a garage sale?


A: See above answer.



Q: When are you going to have a yard sale?


A: Never.



Q: Will you call me when you have a yard sale?


A: No.



Q: Can I have the clothes you don't want?


A: You're bigger than me.



Q: When are you going to have a yard sale?


A: As soon as we get back to Cody.



Q: Can I have your broom?


A: sigh

The Abkhasians



I think the Abkhasians have the right idea. Read the caption. This is me in 40 years.

Sunday, April 10, 2011

Door Knobs


Here's something I may or may not have told you: when I was a little girl visiting Grandma and Grandpa Bybee (Granny's mother, AKA Gram), I accidentally locked myself in the guest bedroom. Grandpa Bybee had to get his tools out and pry the door knob off to liberate me. I cried all the time he worked because I knew I was in trouble.


I don't know, but I think the locking mechanism was destroyed during the operation. At any rate, a band aide was put across the lock's turny thing that locks the door. I never experimented to see if it worked or not.


Several years later, after Grandpa had died and Granny's divorce was final, we moved in with Gram. The deformed door nob was still there. No one ever tested its working capabilities that I know of.


Last week the door knob to the front door of our apartment failed. Steven advised me to just throw the bolt without engaging the door knob until the management replaced it. So I stuck a band aide on the lock's turny thing so that I wouldn't accidentally forget and lock the door. It works for me.

San Diego Trip

We went to San Diego the first week-end Steve was here. We went with every good intention of buying a Mexican Nativity Scene before leaving California. Would that it were that easy. We had a three-prong attack. First we would look in San Ysidro on the border to save us the grief of going into Tijuana. Then we would walk into TJ if necessary. If we couldn't find it there, we would go to Old Town, San Diego and hope to find it in a tourist shop there.






How it went: 1) San YeSkidrow is worse than ever. Not going back. 2) We seriously intended to enter TJ, but Steven advised me to leave my purse in the car, in a U.S. parking lot. When we were advised that we needed a driver's licence to get back into the U.S., I reminded Steve that my ID was in my purse, in the car, 1 ml. back across traffic. Never mind. 3) We did Old Town and had a GREAT time! We shopped, geeked, watched, and strolled. So much fun! We found the Creche and inadvertently found a mirror at a shop called The Tin Smith for our guest bath. You'll have to visit and see it.

Here are some pictures of Old Town and the Mariachis that serenaded us during dinner--the best dining experience we have had in 30 years. They were cute and sang on key for the most part.


This is the mirror I found in the gardening shop I admired. Conclusion: I can make one just like it. Notice that I still don't know to take a picture of a mirror from the side. Yes-- that IS the Harvand swetshirt that I wear whenever we travel. I find that we get better service and more conversation from shop-keepers when I wear it.


Next is the rack of genuine, authentic Mexican wrestling masks. I thought of my sons when we saw them and almost seriously considered buying one for Henri. But intelligence eventually won out. We are trying to raise a gentleman, not a masked maurader.


It is the funniest thing to make blog entries now. I used to make entries to show Mom what I had been doing. Now that she's gone, I still think, I hope Mom enjoys this one. I guess it just takes time.

Endangered Specie


Here is a picture of Taft's endangered specie. She is a healthy Valley Kit Fox. Her specie was originally labeled as endangered because there weren't very many of them. Now they are so common, you can't walk very far at night without seeing one. This particular fox hangs out around our apartment and gets fed by a neighbor. I am skeptical that feeding her is doing her specie any good.