tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34347480246792856272024-11-01T04:38:55.510-06:00Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger38125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3434748024679285627.post-63609645049362296322018-01-28T11:50:00.002-07:002018-01-28T11:50:44.194-07:00

So I've been unemployed for 3 months now. It's been a weird time for me. I've rarely been unemployed where it's actually been a good thing. I've wanted so badly to be retired, but I know that we can't really afford me to be permanently retired. So rather than it being a relaxing 3 months of unemployment, it's been a stressful 3 months of unemployment. Yes, I've looked for jobs. Yes, I've

Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3434748024679285627.post-31547985295806611702018-01-21T12:19:00.001-07:002018-01-21T12:20:42.756-07:00

ウザインコ pic.twitter.com/WCEu45FxTv — 🍌ひかる🍌 (@pilipilipilikka) January 19, 2018

Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3434748024679285627.post-59066564214235090622018-01-14T16:25:00.000-07:002018-01-14T16:31:13.749-07:00

So the past few months, I've been unemployed. It's pretty crappy because a) no money, b) job hunting, and c) it's winter. I wouldn't mind being unemployed if it were spring/summer/fall because I could be outside working in the yard instead of being inside binge-watching Supernatural. Not that I'm dissing Supernatural at all. It's a great show for binge-watching and who doesn't love themselves a

Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3434748024679285627.post-57664677917697377042018-01-14T14:54:00.001-07:002018-01-14T14:54:09.142-07:00

It's been forever since I've written in my blog. I started to write the other day but it's still sitting in my drafts, probably because I felt like I was talking too much and didn't know how to wrap up.  A friend on Twitter joined a group of bloggers in writing a list of 50 happy things and I thought, "I can do that! I can write a list of good things!" In this time with all the negativity

Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3434748024679285627.post-82206228393865063392018-01-07T17:51:00.005-07:002018-01-07T17:51:46.815-07:00

He popped down into this space for no particular reason, then turned around and just stared at me. #psychocat #gingercat #catsofinstagram A post shared by evansdi (@evansdi36) on Jan 4, 2018 at 6:58pm PST

Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3434748024679285627.post-27464156196959435652018-01-07T14:38:00.002-07:002018-01-07T14:38:51.954-07:00

I'm the first to admit it. I don't understand fashion. I suppose there's always the possibility that fashion is not meant to be understood. Perhaps fashion exists just for people to have feelings about it rather than understanding it. Love fashion. Hate fashion. Be confused by fashion. Accordion pants are super confusing Get weirded out by some of the bizarre

Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3434748024679285627.post-64728637470657581362012-07-27T19:34:00.000-06:002012-07-27T19:34:36.648-06:00

And since this feels oh so necessary after the relentlessly uncheerful posts of late, here's my precious baby, Binky.

Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3434748024679285627.post-15750806699175559542012-07-20T18:19:00.000-06:002012-07-20T18:19:17.585-06:00

It's been a while since I've done this and it kinda feels like a necessity. This is Sunny, the leg belongs to Brad.

Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3434748024679285627.post-49861530653427077922012-07-14T17:06:00.001-06:002018-01-07T14:13:15.596-07:00

Most people, on a fairly regular basis, feel like they are observers of The Theatre of the Absurd. I think this might be something most people feel when they enter a Walmart or review comments on articles on Yahoo! (One of my most favorite examples of late has been the absolutely, stunningly insane lawsuit brought against The Oatmeal by Charles Carreon. If you are unfamiliar with this

Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3434748024679285627.post-8787801130475780552011-09-10T22:10:00.003-06:002018-01-07T14:24:35.875-07:00

So I was looking over some recipes I had recently gathered and was trying to decide on something to fix for when the boys were up. I settled on this one that I found on The Girl Who Ate Everything, which is where I've been finding some seriously kick-ass recipes lately. Just going to get right into it. Ham and Cheese Slider Photo by The Girl Who Ate Everything 24

Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3434748024679285627.post-63081128617156361922011-08-31T10:56:00.000-06:002018-01-07T14:16:17.896-07:00

Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3434748024679285627.post-27353294646062713422011-08-30T13:58:00.009-06:002018-01-07T14:09:18.122-07:00

Yesterday, I was griping to Brad about my adult onset acne. It's very frustrating to me because I get worse break-outs now in my 40s than I got as a teenager. In my frustration, I called myself a pie face rather than a pizza face. Which would make sense if the pie was, oh, say pecan. As I was getting ready for work, it suddenly occurred to me what I'd said. As I chuckled to myself

Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3434748024679285627.post-13935099437796077322011-08-28T11:55:00.002-06:002018-01-07T14:21:37.301-07:00

So here's the thing: I am baaaad at deciding on things to do on the weekends. It's particularly rough when my boys are up. For reasons unknown to me, they seem to want to be entertained on weekends they visit. In the past, they wouldn't go out to play much because an authority figure said something to them that scared them about the neighborhoods I lived in, even though they were safe

Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3434748024679285627.post-58637370716981857992011-08-25T18:53:00.003-06:002018-01-07T14:28:46.797-07:00

I have seen this recipe posted over and over again on Pinterest. Well, technically, I have seen the photo and the link to the recipe posted over and over on Pinterest but that's just semantics. Brad, being the freak he is, bought some brussels sprouts one day, randomly, out of the blue, at the grocery store. When I asked why, he said, "Because I like them." I know, right? Who does that?

Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3434748024679285627.post-54609121992903591642011-08-21T12:39:00.004-06:002018-01-07T15:55:28.218-07:00

Yesterday, I was reading an article about Fat Talk. Essentially, fat talk is when a woman talks negatively about her body, about how fat she perceives herself to be. According to the article, 93% of women engage in fat talk and a good number of women who engage in fat talk are actually not fat at all but are of a healthy and normal weight. I'm not going to discuss this article. I linked to it

Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3434748024679285627.post-75746430663653885442011-08-20T22:06:00.005-06:002018-01-07T15:24:10.622-07:00

So I've heard that Paula Deen is a fan of butter. I don't know that because until today, I've never made any of her recipes. But this one sounded interesting and involves a lot of butter. So I thought I'd give it a try. Gooey Butter Cake Cake: 1 18 1/4-ounce package yellow cake mix 1 egg 8 tablespoons butter, melted Filling: 1 8-ounce package cream cheese, softened 2 eggs

Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3434748024679285627.post-57078663930788634382011-08-17T18:02:00.004-06:002018-01-07T15:25:40.386-07:00

Monday, I tried a new recipe, courtesy of Weight Watchers. Yes, I had it Monday and yes, I'm only posting about it now. I had other things to talk about, man! Chicken and Cheese Quesadillas 2 cups Chicken breast without skin, roasted, chopped or shredded (chopped) 1 tsp fresh lime juice, or to taste

Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3434748024679285627.post-27684391414740267202011-08-14T20:34:00.003-06:002018-01-07T15:06:13.459-07:00

Seven years ago today, I met my future husband. We were both using Yahoo! personals. I'd had a few dates but nothing that lasted very long or turned out well. Some I left feeling kinda creeped out afterwards. That's not entirely true. I did date one guy for quite a while but obviously, that turned into nothing. We are still friends, though. Then I got a message from this guy. My

Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3434748024679285627.post-26120937624795225802011-08-13T17:37:00.006-06:002018-01-07T15:12:50.989-07:00

It's Perseids season and I have never witnessed the display. We live in a fairly rural area, with few lights to disrupt the night sky, so I thought I'd go out last night and take a look, see what I could see, y'know? Brad has a telescope that I have frequently asked him to set up for me that he has frequently (read: always) failed to set up for me. So I asked him about it last night. Brad:

Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3434748024679285627.post-10944225385275134762011-08-12T08:40:00.005-06:002018-01-07T15:20:09.954-07:00

New foster dog. They say Dakota's a 1 year old red heeler mix. Red Heeler?  Brad thinks he's a baby deer. Baby deer? I say he's a coyote. Coyote? Maybe he's really a baby deer/heeler/coyote mix. What would that make him? A coyodeeler? A deelote? A heeledote? The world may never know.

Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3434748024679285627.post-67139509595284081382011-08-10T18:06:00.003-06:002018-01-07T15:27:31.938-07:00

In my efforts to try to eat more healthy, I do a lot of searching online, mostly at Eating Well and Cooking Light, for some tasty recipes to use. It's not always easy to know what to make, though, because if it's something you've never had before, you don't know if you'll like it. Obviously. So I thought it might be helpful if I posted recipes that I've tried and give my own personal review

Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3434748024679285627.post-24516978822274939692011-08-06T17:08:00.005-06:002018-01-07T15:36:49.683-07:00

I've been spending a lot of time on Pinterest lately. It's been fun because there's a mix of all kinds of great things to look at: food, fashion, travel, design, crafts, etc. Even just funny stuff that people want to share. My favorite is obviously food. No real surprise to anyone who knows me, I'm sure. As I was browsing yesterday, I kept seeing a picture over and over again that people

Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3434748024679285627.post-17525030297386298402011-08-01T18:28:00.009-06:002018-01-07T15:41:51.895-07:00

We have a fly problem in our house. That's really putting it mildly. Imagine Alfred Hitchcock's "The Birds", only with flies instead of birds. It's just like that. We have a doggie door insert in our dining room that sits between the door jam and the door. Only it doesn't sit flush so there's a gap at the bottom of the door. This has, in the past, been filled with foam weather stripping.

Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3434748024679285627.post-48313795221961473882011-07-31T11:03:00.003-06:002018-01-07T15:44:13.364-07:00

There's just something about watching planes taking off. I work near the Salt Lake airport. It's about a 5 minute drive away. The same freeway that takes me to work is the freeway I take to pick up or drop off my boys with their dad. Same freeway I take to get into Salt Lake. Almost every day, I see planes coming in or taking off. Every time I see a plane taking off, my heart goes off

Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3434748024679285627.post-71869159494469667872011-07-24T14:04:00.004-06:002018-01-07T15:52:09.224-07:00

Brad has a hobby. Well, he has a hobby besides computer programming. This hobby, however, is something that makes me insane. When I first met Brad, he had a motion sensor in the bedroom so that when you walked into the bedroom, a light turned on automatically. It didn't turn on during the day and it didn't turn on in the middle of the night, so I believe it was programmed for evening use. I

Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0