The Noodle Incident

Wow. I didn’t realize that it has been 5 months since I wrote a post for this blog. I’ve been blogging, I’ve just been focused on my “real life” blog, instead of this one. Oh, well.‍

If you were a fan of Bill Watterson’s Calvin and Hobbes comic strip you probably remember the veiled references to The Noodle Incident. Although the incident was never explained, my husband and I now have our own Noodle Incident. We recently hooked up our travel trailer and went on a twenty-eight day, 4,856 mile road trip. One night, hubby offered to give me a break and cook dinner. (Yay, hubby!) Most of our meals on the road are simple and this one was no different: spaghetti with homemade meat sauce. (We make our own spaghetti sauce from scratch using the Irish Italian spaghetti recipe I grew up with.) Hubby began the usual prep by putting water on to boil and beginning on the sauce. Everything was going to plan until he opened the box of noodles – and dumped them on the floor. Fortunately we had a second box, the contents of which made it safely into the pot.

Young beautiful woman with spaghetti noodles

It wasn’t quite this bad.

Everything then proceeded according to plan until it was time to drain the noodles – and at least half of them wound up in the sink.‍ At this point I had to step in and say “Sir, I’m going to have to ask you to step away from the sink.” I then took over and finished the last of the meal while we still had something to eat, LOL. We had a good laugh and just enough noodles left to make a meal out of. I didn’t remember until after dinner that we actually had a collapsible colander that I had bought for just such a purpose. Oops.

Needless to say, the Noodle Incident is now a part of our family story. Now, I just need to find some sort of “noodle incident” Christmas gift for my hubby… Any suggestions?

Morning Music Radio

I usually end my post with a question but this time I’m starting with one: Do you wake up with music playing in your head? My husband and I both do. He coined the phrase “morning music radio” to describe that music. He frequently gives me an update such as “Today, Rick Astley is featured on morning music radio. My brain hates me.” (What’s wrong with Rick Astley? Obviously my hubby just doesn’t appreciate good music, LOL.)

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For me, the music playing in my head is usually something in the background, sort of a “white noise”. I may find myself humming along at times but most of the day, I’m not really aware of it. Every now and then though, something will move to the forefront of my mind where it can become downright obnoxious. There was the time I had Bruno Mars’ Uptown Funk playing on repeat for several days. Don’t get me wrong. I like Uptown Funk, but enough was enough. I recently spent a few days with Twisted Sister’s We’re Not Gonna Take It playing on repeat. I couldn’t figure out why my brain had pulled this one out of storage but I finally realized it was being used in a commercial which apparently came on often enough to keep the song stuck in my head. Last weekend I woke up with Tammy Wynette’s Stand By Your Man going through my head. I have no idea where my brain got that one from. My hubby was horrified that I hadn’t seen the Blues Brothers version so he was more than happy to pull it up on his phone so I could watch. (No, I’ve never seen the Blues Brothers.)

My hubby says that his brain is “easily programmed” meaning that it doesn’t take much to switch his mental song. I like to play with this by singing something catchy that I know will annoy him. (I’m sweet that way.) What kind of songs do I prefer for this sort of musical sabotage? Toni Basil’s Hey Mickey is always a good choice as is one of my all-time favorite songs, Wham’s Wake Me Up Before You Go Go. (This song is my ringtone.) I’m a gamer; the video game Dragon Age Inquisition (DAI) features a buffalo-type animal called a druffalo. Apparently, I’m easily programmed as well because every time I play DAI I walk around singing “I’m just a druffal0″ to the tune of  Just A Gigolo (the David Lee Roth version of course).

So, now y’all know the truth about me: I’m weird and I’m okay with it. :-) Feel free to drop more songs that I can use for my musical sabotage missions in the comments!

Learning to Live Again

I am one of those people who has been extremely cautious during the pandemic. My husband and I stayed home, we didn’t eat out, we didn’t visit with friends, and so on, and so on, and so on. Heck, I wasn’t even willing to pick up food from a restaurant for several months. To some extent, I may have been too cautious. I know that , if I were to contract COVID, odds are that I would be fine. However, anxiety doesn’t work that way. Anxiety whispers in the darkness, telling you that if you contract COVID, you will die. And, since there is no way to know for sure who will have a severe case, I chose to err on the side of caution.

Early in the pandemic, I was fine. I’m an introvert so staying home is my norm, my happy place. (Yay, retirement!) However, I learned the hard way that my willingness to stay home wears off after eleven months. When February 2021 rolled around, I was DONE. I was over staying home and yet at the rate my home state was going, it looked like it would be late summer or early fall before we would be able to get vaccinations. I honestly wasn’t sure how I was going to deal with continuing to isolate that much longer. Fortunately, we were able to get on a waiting list with our local pharmacy for when they had vaccines that had to be used due to cancellations, missed appointment, etc. My husband and I got our first vaccines on March 1st and the 2nd one on March 29th. It was such a relief to finally be able to see a light at the end of the tunnel. I told my husband that once we were considered fully vaccinated I would work on re-entering the world but that he would have to be patient with me; I wasn’t sure how my anxieties were going to react.

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Our first trip to a restaurant took place during our camping trip to the beach in mid-April. I could feel my anxiety building as we approached the restaurant but, we were able to get an outside table so it was all good. That successful meal seemed to open a door for me. Over the next couple of weeks we did some traveling to visit with family which included eating at restaurants, stopping at convenience stores and rest areas, even staying at a hotel. Much to my surprise, I was fine with it all.

However, I have now discovered the thing that is too much for me. Just a few days ago, the CDC announced that fully vaccinated individuals no longer need to wear a mask. This one is going to take me some time to adjust to. It seems that my mask has become my safety blanket. Now, obviously, if a business asks people to wear masks, I will, but I experimented with going mask-less today. My husband and I went to breakfast at Waffle House and I was fine. We then went to church and I was fine; of course, while the temperature is still comfortable I’m enjoying the outdoor portion of the service. On the way home, we stopped by the grocery store to pick up a few items and I didn’t wear my mask. (I always have a mask in my purse though.) That was too much for me. I’ve been to that same store several times while wearing a mask and was fine. However, today, when I tried to go mask-less, I found myself holding my breath. So, now that I know where my boundaries are, I know where I need to be gentle with myself. (As I type, I can still feel the ball of anxiety in my middle and we have been home for hours.) There’s no need to rush into a mask-less life so, I’ll just be over here easing into my new normal.

How are you doing now that we are over a year into this pandemic?

Dear Interwebs

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Dear Interwebs,

We need to talk. This has been building for a while and no, it’s not me. It’s you. What? You don’t understand? You thought everything was fine? Well, let me see if I can spell it out for you.

  • No, I do not want to stay logged in.
  • No, I do not want you to send me notifications.
  • No, I do not want you to remember my  password.
  • No, I do not want to chat. Please stop asking every few seconds. If by some chance I change my mind, I know where to find you.
  • No, I do not want to log in using Facebook or Google or any other third party.
  • Yes, I know your site uses cookies. Everyone’s site uses cookies.
  • No, I don’t want to sign up for “email deals” just because I visited your site. Once again, if I change my mind, I know where to find you.
  • Stop with the snarky “No, I don’t want to save money, etc.” messages when I don’t want to give you my email address. It’s not a good look for you.
  • No, I’m not a robot but please stop with the “chose the pictures that show whatever” collages; they’re unnecessarily stressful.
  • I don’t want to have to close several pop-ups and scroll past videos just to read an article on your site. You’re not that special.
  • Auto-play videos will immediately put you on my “never visit this site again” list. Seriously. Why do you think I need to be forced to watch a video on how Himalayan Pink Salt is “made”? It’s salt; it already exists, it’s not being made. On another note, I simply don’t care.

Thanks for listening. I would like to think that you will take my words to heart and change. However, I’m not going to hold my breath.



Take The Selfie

If you’ve followed me for any length of time, you know that I don’t post many selfies.  First and foremost, I suck at selfies. And second, why? *shrugs*

However, there is one type of selfie I wish I had taken but didn’t and that is a selfie with my parents. Several friends have share selfies they took with their elderly parents and they are adorable. Now that their parents are gone, those pictures mean the world to them. I don’t really have any pictures of me with my parents other than ones that are decades old. I’ve taken oodles of selfies with my grandson since his birth but it never even crossed my mind to take a selfie with my parents So, consider this your reminder: the next time you visit your family, take the selfie!

On another note, who knew I could write such a short post?


This is how I feel about most selfies.

Dr. Grant Syndrome

Jurassic Park is one of my favorite movies. When I was a kid, I loved dinosaurs and my secret wish was for an island populated with dinosaurs that I could visit. (Just me – no one else would have been allowed.) Michael Crichton and Steven Spielberg brought my childhood dream to life. Jurassic Park is also one of the few instances where I prefer the movie over the book. Why? In the movie, John Hammond is a decent man; in the book, he’s a horrible man who doesn’t seem to care that his grandchildren may be killed by the dinosaurs he and his team brought to life. Also, at the end of the book the dinosaurs get nuked; in the movie, they don’t.

The dinosaur

I always cry when the first dinosaur appears on screen in Jurassic Park.

Oddly enough, it is one of the things I don‘t like in the movie that has become a part of of our family vernacular. In the movie, paleontologist Dr. Alan Grant is at the top of his field but he is also the bane of any and all electronic equipment. All Dr. Grant has to do is be in the vicinity of electronics for them to malfunction. Since my husband seems to have the same ability we say that he suffers from Dr. Grant Syndrome.

My husband and I are retired now but we both spent pretty much our entire careers in IT support in one form or another so we are both extremely comfortable with computers, etc. I find it highly amusing that a man who has spent so many years with computers and electronics has an almost infallible ability to have them malfunction in his presence when at home. If I go to show him something on my laptop or cell phone its pretty much guaranteed that something is going to go wrong: the screen will lock up or go black; he’ll try to scroll and wind up somewhere completely unrelated. It’s not uncommon to have to reboot the device that was working fine before he touched it. I frequently hear sounds of frustration from him when he’s interacting with his phone or computer and have to ask “What’s wrong? Did you Dr. Grant something?” I hope that attempting to put a humorous spin on things helps ease his frustrations.

Have any phrases from books or movies worked their way into your daily life?


Check Marks and Smiley Faces

Not long ago, I learned that when my grandson completes his homework, he gives himself a check mark and a smiley face. It was one of those simple moments that left me sitting in stunned silence.

Check marks

Sometimes it feels like we’re expected to do all the things all the time. It’s exhausting. How much better would we feel if, instead of beating ourselves up about all the things we didn’t get done, we gave ourselves check marks and smiley faces for the things we did accomplish?

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I find it somewhat amusing that, in order to write a simple post including a list containing check marks and smiley faces I had to:

* Create the list in a Word document

* Save the document as a .pdf

* Open the .pdf with Photoshop Elements

* Save the file as a .jpeg

* Insert the .jpeg into my post

But you know what? For all of that extra work I’m going to give myself another check mark and smiley face.

Check Marks and Smiley Faces

What can you give yourself a check mark and smiley face for today?

Reality TV

When reality TV first became a thing I rolled my eyes and swore I’d never watch. (Yes, I’m old enough to remember when so-called “reality” TV didn’t exist.) I was wrong. True, I didn’t watch reality TV for several years. I have zero interest in shows like The Real World, Big Brother, The Real Housewives of Whatever, etc., etc., etc. However, over the years, reality TV evolved to become more than its beginnings.

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Over time I discovered that I am a big fan of reality TV shows that fall into two main categories. This first category is: shows that feature a creative process combined with competition. By a “creative process” I mean pretty much any creative process. I was a huge fan of Face Off on the SyFy network. Face Off featured special effects makeup artists in a variety of challenges with one contestant being eliminated each week. I found it fascinating to watch each artist take the challenge from concept to completion. As far as I’m concerned, special effects makeup is like real-life magic. I was greatly saddened when the series ended. Another former favorite was Ink Master. Ink Master features tattoo artists in a competition that tests their tattooing and other artistic skills. If you’ve known me for a while you know that I have tattoos and that I love them. As much as I loved Ink Master, I stopped watching when the show became more about the drama than the tattoos. (Insert eye roll here)

My current favorites are all cooking shows, primarily baking. As a matter of fact, I have Guy’s Grocery Games playing in the background while I type, LOL. My DVR is set to record the Halloween Baking Championship, the Kid’s Baking Championship, Worst Cooks in America, the Holiday Baking Championship, the Spring Baking Championship, Top Chef,  and The Great Food Truck Race. When new episodes aren’t available it’s not uncommon for me to watch reruns of any of the listed shows. Fortunately, this year’s Halloween Baking Championship has new episodes weekly and Netflix is releasing new episodes of the Great British Baking Show every week. Woot!

The second category is veterinarian shows. There are so many awesome shows in this category: The Vet Life, Heartland Docs DVM, Dr. Oakley Yukon Vet, Dr. Jeff Rocky Mountain Vet, and the Incredible Dr. Pol. Even more exciting is that our local veterinarians, Drs. Vernard Hodges and Terrence Ferguson, now have a show on Nat Geo Wild! Critter Fixers: Country Vets just started filming it’s second season. I’m so proud of these guys! What is extra amusing to me is that Dez, one of my cats, enjoys watching TV and he has developed a marked preference for vet shows, especially The Incredible Dr. Pol. He’ll come from where ever he is and watch in fascination.


Dez watching Dr. Oakley

Are you a reality TV fan? What are your favorite shows?


Binge Reading

Like most writers, I’m an avid reader. Among avid readers, I seem to be a bit of a rarity in that I rarely DNF (Do Not Finish) a book; it takes a LOT for me to put a book down without finishing it. I have also become a binge reader; I’ll discover a new-to-me series and read the whole thing back-to-back-to-back. This isn’t too bad if it’s a short series, but it becomes a little more problematic the longer the series. What exactly is problematic about binge reading a long series? Invariably some trait of the stories that probably wouldn’t have bothered me had I read the series over the course of several months (or years) begins to irritate me unbearably. I’m not saying that the trait that irritates me is a flaw because it’s not. So, what do I mean? I’ll give you a couple of examples.


Some many books, so little time

Some many books, so little time


In one series there was an ex-wife and a new wife. Now, as a writer, if you have an ex in your series of course he/she is going to make at least one appearance. What better way to introduce a little conflict? In this particular series the ex was a master manipulator and excelled at playing people against each other. What became annoying was that all of the pack members (it was a paranormal romance series) knew the chick was a manipulator but continued to fall for her machinations . Every. Single. Time. Then it reached the point that the husband was even siding with his ex over his current wife. Are you kidding me? That’s the point, well, one of the points, where I was yelling at the books. What? Doesn’t everyone yell at books? No? Just me? *shrugs* I was happy that, at the end of the newest book, the heroine stated that she’s not going to be nice to the ex anymore. I cheered. I’m interested in seeing how this plays out as the series continues.

The series I’m currently reading includes a couple of characters that are driving me crazy. I get it. They are the quirky comic relief, which is fine. They are also self-appointed matchmakers. Once again, not a problem; after all, that’s what the series is about – finding husbands for all of the cowboys in a little one-horse town. What gets annoying is that the ladies insist on butting in to everyone’s lives – even when told specifically and unequivocally to Back Off. Just once, I’d like to see them recognize that there are boundaries that shouldn’t be crossed. Or, better yet, to get a long-overdue tongue lashing. Alas, I suspect that’s never going to happen. *sigh*

Are you a binge reader? If so, do you have the same problem with certain things becoming annoying? Please tell me it isn’t just me, LOL.


Where Were You On 9/11?

It seems that every generation experiences some event that changes everything – an event of such magnitude that everyone immediately knows the answer to the question “Where were you when…” For my parents’ generation there were two: “Where were you when you heard about the attack on Pearl Harbor?” and “Where were you when you heard about the assassination of President Kennedy?” I suspect that this year’s pandemic and the associated changes will be that life-changing event for current generations. For my generation it is, without a doubt, “Where were you on 9/11?”

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My husband and I were at work; our youngest son was at school while our oldest son was sick and had stayed home. The work day hadn’t even gotten started good before a coworker came into my office and asked if I’d heard that a plane had hit one of the twin towers. Not having any details, I just assumed he was talking about a small plane and small planes hitting skyscrapers is not unheard of so I kind of brushed off his fretting. (This particular coworker was known as the Town Crier for a reason; he was always going to be the first to hear, and blow out of proportion, any and everything.) It wasn’t until the second plane hit the second tower and I found out they were passenger planes that the reality of the situation hit me.  All I wanted to do was pick up my youngest son from school, go home, and gather my family around me where I could make sure they were safe. However, as a civilian employee on a military base, going home was not an option. All military installations had gone on full lock-down – no one entered and no one left. Needless to say, very little work got done that day. A couple of people in the building managed to scrounge up televisions and set them up; I made several trips by during the day to watch the horror unfold. Later in the afternoon the lock-down was eased enough to allow people to start going home even though our departure times had to be staggered to prevent the massive traffic jams that would result otherwise. My husband was in one of the first waves so he was able to pick up our youngest son in a timely fashion. I was in one of the last waves so I didn’t get to leave work until around 5:30 or 6pm. I was a wreck.

My mother called me during my drive home and asked how I was doing. I had managed to hold it together during the day but I told her that I was glad I could finally cry. I’ll always remember her answer – it baffled me then and it baffles me now. She said “Why would you want to cry?” I’m not sure I even answered because I couldn’t come up with the words. The world had just changed forever. Thousands of people were dead, many others injured. Why wouldn‘t I want to cry?

When I got home, I hugged my family and cried some more. Then, I sat down to watch the footage of the events of the day since I hadn’t been able to keep up with all of it at work. It was (and still is) heart-breaking. I remember watching footage of the first responders going up the stairs while everyone else was going down, not knowing that they were heading into, but doing it any way, willing to lay down their lives for others. But, one of the thing that hit me the hardest was watching footage of the shattered towers and wondering what was falling from them – only to realize that it was people. It still makes me cry. I can’t even begin to imagine what that must have been like – to be trapped on one of the upper floors with little to no hope of escape or rescue and have to make the choice of burning to death or jumping. How horrible.

I’ll spend the anniversary as I always do – watching the documentaries and remembering.

S0, where were you on 9/11?