Tuesday, March 13, 2018

Random carbs and more

It is snowing here in Central New York...that does not seem to be very random these days, nor is it new or different. It just is. I have apparently collected a few other things for us to discuss though. These are in order of occurrence, not importance!

Why isn't anybody eating the dishwasher pods? I think these look pretty enticing in the jar my friend has...
 Do any of you collate your snacks?
 If so, how many different bags does it take? (Don't worry, I did look up the word and see it also means "light, informal snack".) Bring out the fancy, heavy snacks because the girl did get into, what is now admittedly, her top choice college!
Does that stress me out? Not when I went to pick up the boy at college and grab some dinner... 
 ...(Although I could have stressed over the toppings.) This place was fantastic - Pi Craft - they stretch your dough and then you move through a topping lineup question showdown before the pie goes in the oven...
 ...then you can pick some after cooking toppings like basil and balsamic glaze...
 ...yum! He may have looked a little shaggy...
 ...but all of the lego bags made him easier to recognize! Speaking of "looks", does high-waisted satin Barbie really deserve to be in the "Fashionista" line?
 I am pretty sure that owning a shamrock cookie cutter obligates one to make the cookies...
 ...just like if someone is kind enough to share their family Irish soda bread recipe, one really ought to make it!
(And if all of these carbs are kind enough to be in my presence, the least I can do is eat them!)

Tuesday, March 6, 2018

The random comes Marching in

Oooh! Spring is getting so close-it even appears on the current calendar page. You know what that means in Central New York? Time to snowblow the field for spring sport tryouts! 
(Sorry tennis players.)

My friend and I had ONE pizza delivered. This is what we were handed in a plastic bag with it...
 ...missing from this picture are the dozen or so paper plates we also received. It was just a regular sized pizza, so I am not sure how many of us they thought were sharing it (or how much crushed red pepper one can safely put on a slice of pizza).

The lighting certainly doesn't do my daughter's mushy avocado face on her turkey burger any favors, but it still made me laugh.
 (Maybe because she is 17?)

Speaking of delicious round shaped foods...
If you are going to name your place "halfmoon", I am going to have super high expectations for the halfmoon cookies. Oh my goodness, they did not disappoint!

And just when you thought things were safe and I had slipped into some sort of food themed post, and maybe we would discuss Fingerlings, as in potatoes...
 ...nope! Terror for the low low price of $14.99

Monday, March 5, 2018

The one where I remember the detail

Every now and then I feel compelled to tell a story with some semblance of brevity. My family and close friends can attest to how infrequently this actually happens, as well as a common error that arises when I do make the effort. I leave out one key piece of information necessary for the story to make sense. Several times over the past few months I have wanted to pop in here to tell you a quick tale, then realize for some of you "blog only friends" (who I appreciate more than you know) the context would be missing. 

Just over four months ago, we moved my grandmother from her home to a memory care facility. It is not the same thing as a nursing home, and I realize I may seem to be caught up in the semantics of it. Her new residence is for people who have been diagnosed with some level of dementia. There is code access to enter and exit the building, as well as to get into the stairwell. They do not provide medical care there, but rather assist with matters related to memory issues (administering medication, serving meals, coaching with daily living skills as needed). I provide the differentiation mainly because many of the tales I hope to share about the new friends I meet (every time I visit in most cases) may make more sense with a basic understanding of who these folks are.

There are obviously a lot of thoughts and emotions that have come with this change in our lives. We can discuss those eventually too. (You're excited, I can see it.) Today I just want to keep it short and sweet, and maybe a little sassy. 

My mother and I went cross-country skiing yesterday, using my grandparents' house as the lodge. Their property backs up to a golf course, so we can put our skis on in the driveway and get here...

 ...in moments. It is not quite the same without my grandmother waving from the window. However, when we returned to the house after skiing, I took note of the icicles hanging from the roof. My grandmother always warned of the dangers of falling icicles when I was a kid, and of course her house had awesome ones. Who's that slightly anxious looking girl playing in the middle of the yard so far from the house? That would have been me.

Not only did my mother let me get close to the icicles, with just one warning to not get too close, but she even took a photo of me living on the edge...
...and here is the moment before I considered what nastiness might be in frozen roof water...

Tuesday, February 20, 2018

Random still

Still February, huh? Still more things going on around us adding to the weight? I may be asking a lot from a $1.99 flowering plant, but maybe it can bring you a moment of peace as well.
Don't forget to breathe. 

Tuesday, February 13, 2018

Random reading

February seems to be the time of year when my need to clutter goes into overdrive. It might have something to do with the fact that I can no longer blame the holidays for the stuff blanketing every surface. Maybe the conversation hearts just speak to me on a higher level. Or maybe February just tends to get on my last nerve and fidgety fuels the restoring order fire. 

I turned my attention to the book shelves. They saw me coming, and tried to be all "I wasn't that bad of a book, maybe so-and-so wants to read me"..."Maybe you have no taste"...and then from the ones put in the bag "You say you are going to start going to the library, we bet you can't make it through March."  I filled a copy paper box (I could have just said a box, but then you might have been unimpressed, assuming I used a shoe box) and a bag (not a lunch bag either).

Phase one of Operation Literature Reduction is futile without phase two-driving to the used book/buyback store. Yesterday was the day! I like to browse the store while my haul is being reviewed, as I feel it gives me a slightly less desperate appearance. I fully intended to take the cash for all of the books I felt confident the guy was going to take, but better to be prepared. I remembered I had my book wish list in my purse, so I was not just wandering aimlessly, but rather surely gave the impression that I didn't care if he wanted any of my awesome books or not-an attitude that was bound to pull in top dollar. I found one of the five books, so I was headed toward the slippery slope away from walking out with money in my pocket.

Then I saw this...
THREE novels?! As tempted as I was, I found it hard to believe that anything on the pages of the book could live up to the title. Maybe if the two books I already had in my hand did not add up to the exact $10 that I was being offered in store credit for the six books he was interested in. (Cash would have been $6.50-who are we kidding?)

I felt a little deflated as I loaded the books back into my car, but I still had the book store one block down. Not only would that make another dent in my stash, but I would leave whatever few books that were bound to be left at that store as a donation, to escape the danger of them coming home with me and wandering back inside. "Closed on Mondays" (sigh-totally deflated)

Tuesday, February 6, 2018

Heart-y random

How can it be Tuesday again already? I did so much in the past week, yet it somehow seems to have amounted to so little. Maybe I would be more productive if I put forth less effort? Here goes!

I don't even have any random photos left on my phone to share, so let me take a look around here! My daughter informed me that I was slacking in getting the Valentine candy into the bowls, so I promptly got my act together. Looks like the large Brach's conversation hearts went with some new dialogue this year. 
I was far more excited and interested when I thought this said "Nacho man".
 So am I too old for these?
Yeah, that's what I was thinking!
Seems a little desperate, no? Let's see what Sweet-tart hearts have to offer...
...Ah, that's better...maybe? Look how colorful this bowl of sugar delights is - just one perk of opening the bag when home alone. No doubt we will soon find ourselves in the same nearly monochromatic place as every other year. (You can read my first post about that - it was my third post ever here on this little blog in 2010, and clearly something I have felt passionate about for quite some time.)

**My daughter just walked in and commented on her conversation heart from earlier. She said at first she thought I bought a bag of "funny" hearts...
...then decided she just felt badly about herself.**

Tuesday, January 30, 2018

Snackity random

Earlier today I had an idea for a post. This is not that post. I got distracted by snacks! 

Wait! This is not my usual snack...
...it is not even the right color. Sorry Hershey's, you know I have feelings for you, but not the right flavor either. Look at this heart that was in my daily handful of peanut m&m's today...
...sure, it is a little imperfect, but that's love, isn't it? These are on my kitchen counter right now, and they have even more friends with them...
...they are leftovers my husband brought home from work. They are taunting me and do not want to hear about how many cookies I ate before they arrived. I don't know if donuts freeze well, but I am hoping their screams will not be audible from in there! I guess food really is love...
...especially when it looks like poop? That ought to kill any cravings for a snack, and if it doesn't, try these...
...why are these words together on these packages????
I can only imagine where that person is running to after eating that!