Laughter in Autocorrect-edness

Apparently, while texting to FB last night, I figured out every time I tried to say ' Bwah ha ha' my phone would autocorrect it to 'Beagle ha ha.'

Some people got a kick out of that.

Including me.

So much so that T1G decided to post Snoopy 'laughing' on my FB page. LOL

Beagle ha ha.

Witchiepoo

Oh dear I loved HR PufNStuf! This post was going a different place until I typed the title....which reminded me of the Saturday morning show and cartoon I used to watch as a kid.

It was the early 70's. Show intro's were much longer then and you had less commercials.
I think I pretty much only watched Sid & Marty Krofft and Saturday mornings. Like Sigmund the Seamonster!
The Three Stooges were afternoon shows...and Hogan's Hero's.

Okay- I'm going to go watch YouTube for a while now, being all nostalgic and crap. :)

Amok Amok Amok

Have I mentioned how much I *love* Halloween? Well, really, I love Fall, Autumn, whatever you want to call it. I love the falling leaves, the changing colors, cooler temperatures and the smell of apples, pumpkins and cinnamon floating in the air.

I love making Halloween/Autumn decorations, too.

If you remember my last years effort:

Well, here is this year's endeavour-

Amok Amok Amok

Which happens to be a favorite saying of mine around this time of year, too. Then again, I love Hocus Pocus!

What do you like about this time of year?

Cherry Request

So the BF and I went to his dad's house last Monday. It's been a couple weeks since we stopped and said Hi, so we thought we would.

Of course, we hit a road side farmers market along the way. Found some wonderful bi-color sweet corn and picked up 36 ears. I spent the next day parboiling and freezing corn...but I digress.

So we go to BFdad's, and I give him some of the corn we just picked up. We talk about this and that, and he mentions how much he loves me! He is so excited that BF finally has a happy, loving relationship. (In secret, (meaning when I was not around) BFDad asked BF when we were going to get married....)

It was a good visit, and shortly before we left, BFDad says to me, 'You ever make a cherry pie?'

Me- yes, I have. But not for a while.

BFDad- I like some cherry pie. Man that's good stuff!

Me- okay then. Guess I will find some cherries....

BFDad- Oh, I like cherry pie! But don't go to no trouble just for me....mmmm, I love cherry pie....

And when BF and I got to the car, we laughed....yeah, I love to cook and bake, and I have another admirer....So I am now on the lookout for a great cherry pie recipe. So if you have one...drop me a line. Or message me. Or FB me if you know who I am. :)

Sleep is for Sissies

I need to go to bed. I have an early morning tomorrow....twice. I would explain but why?

Suffice it to say my sleep, which I don't get much of in the first place because my body thinks I don't need it, is going to be interrupted twice.

It's okay. I don't have a problem with it. I tell my body when I want to get up and it does. It hasn't failed me yet.

On a side note- I bombed my Econ homework. Only because I was not in the mood to do the homework, and I felt rushed (it was 3pm and homework was due the next day at noon). So, I got a C on the homework. Twice. (We're allowed to do it twice and the professor gives us the average of the two grades.)

So with the C, my overall grade dropped to a B. I hate that. It means I have to ace my midterm to pull it back up. Ugh.

Autumn, Fall Whatever. It's good weather.

It is now time to start baking again. I am in the mood to make bread....and lots of it. Preferably on a daily basis. Which is good, since we tend to eat a lot of bread.

I know, carbs. And not good for you and all that.

But we like bread.

And I like baking.

And boules are in my VERY near future.

*I* Don't Like Your Tweed, Sir!

A dear friend, or a mean-spirited one, brought this to my attention earlier today. And dammit! I cannot quit watching, listening or quoting!

From what she tells me, the illustrious Ellison bent her ear to Professor Elemental. She apparently decided to share the worm.

And am I ever so thankful she did!

Summer's Over

I started back to school a couple days ago. My first impression of my micro-ec prof was one of the negative nature. But, once class actually started, he seems to 'bloom' and I think I might get to enjoy the class.

I finally looked at my micro-ec homework today. Then decided to take a shot at actually doing it. Because really, why take the class if you're not going to do the work, right?

And there were questions on the homework that I sat there going, WTF? Isn't that a judgement call? How the Hades am I to know why when income increases that sales of guitars increase. There's a bunch of Jimi Hendrix wannabe's out there?

So I did what I always do- I deducted which answers it couldn't be, then picked from the possibilities left to me.

And guess what?

I got a 95.

Yeah. I'm stoked.

And for Algebra? The prof likes me. Well, not in THAT way cause I think he is gay. But as a person, likes me. I will perpetually be late to class because I get out of Micro at 845 and math is at 9am, 20 mins away on another campus. My micro prof said I can leave 5 mins early, and my math prof said I can be 5 mins late, so it works.

On the first day of math class, I walk in and prof says,'There she is! We saved your seat up front!' (which, btw, I have sat in the same place the past two classes I've had with this prof). So I go sit in my usual spot.

Today I come in my usual 5 mins late and Whoops! Someone is in my spot. I was flustered for about 15 seconds, then I just sat in the nearest back seat I could find.

Abotu 10 mins later, one of the other students said, 'Where's Cordovan?' And prof pointed to me in the back. The student says, "Oh! she wasn't in her seat I thought she wasn't here!'

Then the Prof goes to the unknown student sitting in my spot, puts his hands on the desk and says, 'This is Cordovan's seat. It is saved for her.' and then laughs and tells the poor scared guy, 'nah, it's first come first seated.'

But seriously? I hope my seat is open next week. (Thanks gay Math Prof!)

Blender Blunder

I love my blender. Really I do. I use it for all sorts of things. Most recently, I used it for creaming frozen bananas into ice cream.

This is my blender:

Pretty, right? I've never had a digital blender before. When I went in search of a blender, I found this one had the one main thing I was looking for- a glass jar. Do you realize how hard it was to find a blender with a glass jar? One that I could afford and not have to auction off my glass eyeball collection? Yeah, not easy.

But when I went to use it yesterday to blend tomatoes, garlic and onion into a salsa-goodness, it wouldn't work.

WTH?

Do you see the part of the blender there, below, that shows the black disc holding the inverted blades? The actual part that blends things? Yeah, that one....

Well, it doesn't spin-a-roo any longer. Apparently, when I decided to cream banana's, I creamed a naner that was a little too hard. And POOF, I stripped the bolt that makes the spinner go all spin-y round.

I hate that.

Now I have to mail away for a new part. Oh well, at least it's not towels.

Little White Regrets

I am not usually a 'I regret that' kinda girl. I like to live my life making the decisions I know I will not regret later. And yes, that even includes marrying the alcoholic, druggie ex-husband. I mean, he gave me three beautiful children, even if they do not know my worth.

I know my worth and that's what matters.

But this morning I saw a story on the morning show about a man who secretly planned his girlfriend's perfect wedding. He'd been asking her questions about it for a year. A YEAR! Getting her opinion on everything she ever wanted in a wedding.

And then on the day she thought they were doing a surprise BBQ, she was the one surprised when he asked her to marry him RIGHT THEN.

Of course she accepted, even if she was shocked and happy and ....shocked.

The groom even had his friends move the woman's entire bedroom furniture (except the bed) to the wedding site so she could have everything she might need to get ready.

The groom even had her wedding dress bought and secretly delivered for her.

It was an awesome story, even if the guy screwed himself because seriously, how's he going to top THAT?

Well, it got me to thinking about my own life. And the one thing I truly hate is that I never had a wedding. I got married at 11am by the mayor of a little town in NJ and by 1pm I was back at work. The witnesses were two people I had met only once that were friends of my uncle, and the only people I knew in town.

Now I think about my lack of a wedding, lack of a honeymoon, and I think back, that's one thing I truly wish I could have had.

Even now, I know I love my BF beyond anything I could ever imagine. But it will never happen with us. I'm not saying I won't marry him. But I am saying that the 'wedding dream' is meant for the young. For a dad that can walk you down the isle....to have a funny 'father/daughter' dance or husband/wife first dance and post it on youtube kinda wedding.

The kind of wedding where you find that perfect wedding dress and it doesn't look like a circus tent because of the 'middle-age spread' or too many doritos.

The kind of wedding that people don't secretly say, 'They've been together so long, why are we buying them shower gifts? Don't they have everything already?' or

'Why is she wearing white? Hasn't she been married before?'

The dream, the perfect wedding dream, is no longer mine.

By the time I am ready to be married again, my father would most likely have passed on. Or at best, be unable to walk (he already has a rough time walking a lot).

I could never fit into a beautiful wedding dress and think I am beautiful too. That's never going to happen.

So in some small way, yeah....my one regret is never having a wedding.

But that in no way detracts from the love I got in exchange once I found the right guy.

Zest of Life

Or lemons, rather. And not really zest. More like the whole lemon. And not a regular lemon. Organic lemons. Preserved. With Salt. Yeah, I know salt is bad for you. And as a general rule, I stay away from salt. Besides it being bad for you, my body doesn't process salt well. My ankles swell and it's not a pretty sight. Think the Elephant Man (or girl). Yeah. Ewww.....

BUT- all that aside- preserving lemons is easy. It requires a seal-able jar, lemons, and salt. (Kosher salt or sea salt.)

Preserved lemons are fantastic in stews or any time you need a bit of lemon zest and don't have fresh lemons on hand. Besides, watching the lemons in the jar is magic all on its own. Seriously. They meta-morph into something wonderful!

Just rinse the lemons before use, and voila'! Fantastic lemons.

I used organic lemons. But you could use Meyer Lemons or any really good variety of your choosing.

Just slice the lemons, rub salt into the slices and all around...then place in a jar and let sit.

Once the extracted juice becomes cloudy (about three weeks), you can place it in the fridge. As long as the brine covers the lemons, they'll keep for about a year. A year! Wow!