Time Away

 I need to take some time away from the blog.

I imagine I'll be back in August and hope you'll all come back!!

❤️

Pizza

Honestly, if I had known that as an adult that I would have to figure out what to make for dinner for the rest of my damn life, I may have rejected adulthood!

Rick and I went to the local farmers market for veggies and fruit yesterday.

Then I spent the afternoon cleaning and rearranging the pantry.  It also stores appliances and a plethora of things like a wok, etc.  

When I got out of the pantry, I saw what time it was. Oh shit, dinner.  

Rick walked in from the garage all hot and sweaty, and he said to me like I'm a 1950's housewife that he was getting hungry.  

I asked what he was hungry for, hoping he'd say an Arby's and he'd go fetch. 

But nope.

Rick told me he wasn't hungry for anything really. 

He then asked, "What would you like me to cook?"

(you just saved your ass buddy)

I said, " Anything your heart desires."  

He stands in front of the pantry and then fridge and proclaims, "I'm going to go shower."  Where the hell is he going? Now?

I had a gluten-free pizza shell in the pantry.  Now are these good?  Oh hell no, it's more like a cracker crust. Made by a company in Europe, and they are called Schar's. Now, when someone raved to me about it, I had to try them.

When I made and ate this for the first time, I was shocked. 

She raved like this was the best thing ever eaten.  Oh, it was not.

But I now understand. None of them are good, and this one is better than most.

It really does fulfill my pizza craving.

Now to my point.  When Rick got out of the shower, I suggested we do our own thing.  He had leftover lasagna, or he could make a burger, and we still had some potato salad. 

He asked what I was going to make for myself if he had any of the above. 

I told him a white pizza.

He said, "Would you share your white pizza with me?"

"Did you forget this is a gluten-free shell, cardboard of sorts?"

"I didn't forget, but I think a white pizza sounds great"

So I filled my house with the aroma of garlic in the olive oil warming.

We both put together the pizza, and it was fabulous. As Rick said, even on a bad crust, it was 5 stars.  I must learn how to make gf pizza dough. 

This morning when we woke up, we both said simultaneously, "It smells like garlic in here" and laughed.  Thankfully, we both love that smell. My theory is that even though we both brushed our teeth after dinner and in the morning, we probably still smelled like garlic, but if you both eat it, you cross each other out. :-)  That's my theory, and I'm stickin' to it.

Tonight is another lazy dinner. I love these.

BLT's.  We got some great-looking tomatoes at the farmers market, and we have bacon and lettuce.  No, not Taylor Farms lettuce!  That's all we'd need!  With my luck these last couple of years, I'm not eating any fruit or veggies from the grocery store.  This parasite is bad!  But then what parasites are good?  Hmm....

Weather

Fire, Flooding and Heat.

Wherever you live in the US one of these is in your area.

My friend in Erie PA said their town looked apocalyptic from all the smoke coming from the Ontario wildfires. It must be awful. I saw video of NYC and you could barely see the buildings. 

I am dealing with heat and a drought with water restrictions. My plants are not loving this weather either. 

I watched an HBO documentary in the 80s. Orson Wells was the narrator. It was about Nostradamus. I remember a few things vividly. This weather he wrote about and the time frame is one of them. And its happening. Wild.

I hope wherever you live you're high and dry, not floating away or melting. Be safe.

Where I've Been

Where have I been? 

Not doing anything fun, that is for certain!

Doctors and more doctors.  

We have begun to play games again.

We used to do that a great deal in the winter when we lived up north.

So we decided that, since it's too damn hot to be on the patio or anywhere without a pool, we were going to stay indoors and play games.

Now Rick and I are both so competitive. Me, maybe even more so, but I will never admit it to Rick. 🤭

Rick likes to play games that he knows will be difficult for me.

Like anything with spelling or math.

He wanted to play Scrabble, and I quickly said no.  He laughs.

The last time we played, he got beaten. He can't let it go.  I, who can't spell a lick, won, and boy, that bugs him so.  It does make me laugh because how I won was funny to me.  I entered the word 'id'.  What the hell is that? he asks.

Before I can answer, he says it's not a word. I insist it is.

He tells me to use it in a sentence.

Okay. I won Scrabble tonight with the word id.

He didn't find that as funny as me.

He grabs a dictionary.  I tell him that it is against the rules.

He replies with so are made-up words. I tell him what it means.

Now he is laughing and saying bullshit.

He looks it up. Guess who won?  This is such a thorn in his side; it is very funny.

So we had to play another game of Scrabble, and I let him win.  HA HA 

Seriously, he just won fair and square, but it was close for a bit.  He felt so much better.

Backgammon is another game we used to play a lot.  So we pulled out the backgammon game.  I won, and he swore I cheated as we both laughed. He has never won a game of backgammon against me. Since 1987.  I like that. 

So that led us to the following week to play poker. 

Because he plays poker, he thought he'd teach me. I know he did it so he could win, but I went along. 

I can never remember what is better. I kept referring to it like Yatzee.  He didn't like that. But he did make me a cheat sheet so I could look at it and see what is better than another etc.

Now, Rick is not observant, so for the love of God, I do not know how he wins at poker sometimes. You see, Rick has a lot of "tells"  

When he puts his tongue on his lips, I know he has nothing.

When he plays with his chips, he has nothing.

So yes, I won at poker, and my God, he wanted to know how the hell I kept winning. I finally told him 3 of his tells. He was shocked.  

I told him he had to pay attention to more than just his cards.

He put the cards on the table and said, "How about go fish?"

I just laughed and said, Nope, I just don't wanna see you cry babe"

We are the weirdos who like game shows like Password, 1% Club, and Quiz with balls. 

The first time I watched the 1% club, I made it to the last question and blew it. 

Have not gotten that close since.

The Quiz with balls is easier. They had a category that was baseball. Rick said, "I'm cooked."  Yep, I knew them all. We used to play Password all the time.  He and I are a good team. He gets me, and how my crazy mind works, so we are a formidable team.  Then there is jeopardy.  I suck at Jeopardy. Unless it's Geography, TV, music, or fluff questions. I am awesome at college or celebrity Jeopardy because those questions are far easier.

The other night, there was a geography question, and he asked how the hell I knew that. I said I worked in the travel industry. Before I was in travel software, I was a travel agent. I would need to know where places are located, don't you think?  

He just pfff'd me. 

Do you play games as an adult? What games are you good at?  

The Holiday Weekend

We all saw the videos and pictures of the 5 people who attended Trump's big American Fair.  Everyone was at the Pride Parade, a few blocks over :-) I loved it. If I still lived there, that's where I'd have been.

This weekend, Demented Donnie is speaking to the masses (HA HA) for the 4th of July. It's going to be 110 and humid as all hell. I am hoping for his orange to melt down his face. Okay, truth - I am wishing for death by heat stroke on this 80-year-old creep.

Teddy Roosevelt also said the following:

God help us. I love my country, but I despise that guy. No, I can't call him my president. He didn't win. He cheated. Not mine!

With the World Cup here, we are seeing all these Europeans get excited about air conditioning in our homes and stadiums, etc.  They giggle like little children, and it's so cute. They seem to love our food, the free coffee refills at the diner, and the free pop refills. I've been watching quite a few of these types of videos, and they are both funny and touching. The one man was told Texas was the size of 6 European countries, and his eyes got huge. He kept saying it's such a huge country. Hey buddy, Canada is bigger. :-)  

They seemed to find Walmart, Buc-ee's, and Chick-fil-A awesome.  '

I find all 3 of those just Yuck. 

Well, Chick-fil-A, I've never eaten at and won't due to their LGBTQ discrimination.

Some of them cried at the Grand Canyon and couldn't believe it was real.

And lastly, we talk to everyone, and that was a biggie to them. 

Standing in line, your wait staff, etc. Yes, that's me. If someone is reading a map, don't you ask if they need some help?  

Apparently, in the UK, none of that is done. That is wild to me. 

A lot of those from the UK said you also don't say hello to someone you don't know if you pass them on the sidewalk. Really?  At least nod and smile? Wow.

We take a lot for granted, don't we?  

I am shutting down my phone and computer. 

No social media of any sort after today.

I want a nice, calm, quiet weekend in my cool home, staying inside.

(and not falling)

Wishing you all a Happy 4th. 

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Hi Blogger Friends.

I haven't had any comments, so no one missed me, I see.

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My life in blog terms - 

I watched the Obama Presidential Library Opening. It was so damn good to see good orators, kind people, and no bullying. Hmm, imagine that! Mrs. Obama kicked ass with her speech! 

Everyone kept saying 'The Southside of Chicago.' 
And each time  I'd sing, 'is the baddest part of town'

Just me? That's what I heard in my twisted little mind. 

The old song Leroy Brown. Does anyone remember that song?

Each time it was said, Rick and I'd sing the next line, "is the baddest part of town'
Last night, it was mentioned again while we watched the local news.

Of course, it was on TV in the living room, and we were in the kitchen, but we both simultaneously sang it anyway and then laughed. 

After watching the Neil Diamond movie, we did the same thing.

Every time we hear, "Good Times Never Seemed So Good,"  we nutjobs sing, "so good, so good." 🎵  We do amuse ourselves, don't we?

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I wanted to make Rick cream puffs because he was whining about me not baking.

He made this fabulous dinner the night before, and I figured I could make him dessert. It's an easy and quick dessert.  

I went into the pantry and reached for my old cookbook because I do not remember the measurements by heart.  I was dizzy as I reached up, but I was able to get it down from the shelf. I grabbed hold of a shelf and tried to steady myself, but it wasn't exactly helping me.

I turned around, and now I was very, very dizzy. I grabbed the door frame of the pantry and attempted to walk out. I could barely walk. But the kitchen island was just a foot away. I reached for it to get a firm hold, and down I went. I smacked into the island face-first and then down to the floor I went. 

I chipped my front 2 teeth, and I got a big ole fat lip.  This was a Saturday.  

I called my dentist's office, and they were closed.  My fat lip was bleeding like a stuck pig.

Rick was in the garage when all this took place, working on a project of his.

He walked in and saw me on the floor and freaked out. I told him I was fine, but I needed to sit on the floor for a bit until I felt very steady.

Rick got me up and asked to see my mouth. Being the ever supportive spouse, he said, "Gee, now they won't call you a Yankee all the time, you look like you're from here, babe,"    ha ha funny boy. 

My dentist opens at 8am on Monday. I called at 8:02 a.m. 

I was taking no chances of missing an opening. 

NONE available until Wednesday, but only in their Cary office. 

The person on the phone asked if I was willing to drive there.

Hell yes, I'll drive anywhere to not wait another week. 

So Wednesday it was. (today)   

I just know I can't walk around with a chipped front tooth like this.

Yes, I'm that vain. 

In the meantime, I had a doctor's appointment on Tuesday for a nerve test. All part of finding out why I'm falling. I wore a mask just like I did during Covid.  I did not wish to have people see me with my front teeth like this. I would have preferred I had broken a bone for Pete's sake.

I am a damn hot mess.  My left boob is purple, black, and blue, as is my left shoulder and arm. I look like I've been beaten. And I feel like that too.

I got to the neurologist's office for this test. Once taken to the back, I was asked if I was sick or if anyone in my home was.  I said no. I said the mask was because I fell, and I have a big fat lip and chipped front teeth. For whatever reason, she said they didn't care if I wore it or let my chipped teeth exposed. I chose to keep my mask on. No one needs to see this! 

Especially the beautiful, big scab that has decided to rear its ugly head on my top lip.  I'm cute as hell, guys.

Thank God I had nowhere to go on Tuesday. I could stay with my ugly mug in my home.  This morning my appointment was at 9:30a

I didn't know where I was going, so I gave myself extra time.  

Thankfully, it was easy to find, and it was easy to fix for today.  

I will have to go back next week. She wants to see if there is any change in the fractures of the left tooth.  

If either of them turns gray, that means a root canal. 

Oh, please God, no root canal!!

She fixed me for now, so I can go about society without looking like a hillbilly.

Hurts like hell, and hot and cold don't feel so great either.

Eating has become difficult, believe it or not. I won't bore you with those details, but I will share that this is a great diet plan. :-)

On top of all that, I had computer issues. Argh! 

As of right now, everything is working just fine, me and the computer.

I think I should quit while I'm ahead.

Rick is wrapping me in bubble wrap for the weekend, he said.

He came into the house with his roll of bubble wrap, and I howled.

I needed that big laugh after all this shit.

It's too freaking hot to be outside for the 4th of July holiday.

No BBQ for us unless it's indoors. We are heat wusses.

102, 103, ooh, only 100.  Nope.  I would prefer snow at this rate.

The humidity is thick. 

I know everyone from the Midwest to the East Coast is under this heat dome, and we're all miserable. Thank God for Air Conditioning. I feel for anyone who doesn't have it.

The West is on fire, Kentucky is underwater, Wyoming got snow, I saw on the news, and the rest of the country is burning up.

And trump is still in what is left of the White House, damn it.

I sincerely hope all my American friends have a safe and wonderful 4th of July weekend.