Friday, May 31, 2013

High Five for Friday

I'm having trouble coming up with the five highlights of my week. These may or may not be actual highlights. I'll let you decide...

1.  School is out... for the summer... for the Angsty Teen... today...  at noon...


2. I'm the only one who is able to attend a Spring Salad Luncheon with my parents on Sunday...
Salads the Minnesota Bloggers made... These were delicious!

3. Even though the Stern German is going to be gone all week... his dog will still be here...
4. I'm nearly out of wine... so, now I can't clean...

5. I've spent a lot of money on the Angsty Teen recently... clothes and shoes... so expensive...
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Hope you have a good weekend! Join me on Monday when I link up with Kati and Kate for:
Incorporating Color

Thursday, May 30, 2013

What's In a Name... Part 2

I had a few comments from you all about your grandmothers' names yesterday... Kathryn, Louise, Esther, Angela, Helen, Hazel, Frances, and Mable... Oh, and a Penny... still trying to find out how old she is... that sounds  like a pretty young grandma name!

Some of you were named after your grandmothers... mostly middle names... But, it seems to have worked out okay for you... Well, maybe not, too.
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My grandmothers were Florence and Leatha. When Kati was born I thought of naming her after one of her great grandmothers. Florence? Well, no. And, considering the fame of Flo from Progressive... it would've been an interesting choice.

And, I had friends in high school that would say "Aunt Flo came for a visit last night." and they would be glad they weren't pregnant... so... yeah, probably not a good choice for a name.

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Leatha? Well, let's go with that for a minute. Leatha was a very sweet, kind woman. She was great. But... the problem was that my last name back then... and, hence, Kati's last name started/starts with an "S".

Let's try a few examples, shall well. Leatha Swanson... Leatha Severson.... It kind of sounds like you have a lisp... and the girl's name is Lisa... so... Leatha Thwanthon... or Leatha Theverthon... Again, probably not a good choice.
Leatha
Florence
Kati's paternal great grandmothers were Iva and Gertrude... 'nough said. Although... Gertie could've been a cute name for a child...

Probably the worst name imaginable would be if my father had gotten his way when I was being named. His name is Quintin. He thought a great name for a daughter would be his name with an "a" added to the end of it...

Yep, Quintina... Tina for short. My mom didn't cross him very often... but, thank you, Jesus, that she held firm in the belief that the name Quintina wasn't all that great.

Her choice? She wanted to name me Sally... After a favorite childhood friend.

Well, that sounds like a good reason... or at least it sounds like a better reason than the real one...

She really wanted to name me Sally after her favorite childhood dog. Really? 

Woof.

Wednesday, May 29, 2013

What's in a Name?

My parents are getting kind of old... but even though they are both about 83 years old... they are the youngest residents in the place where they live.
someecards.com - Sorry you have to scroll so far down the menus on websites to choose your birth year.

Last year while my dad was in the nursing home for over four months recovering from a stroke... I realized that people have a lot of interesting names in both of those places...

Some of the more "normal" names are Emily, Sally (very normal), Patricia, & Anne.

A few typical older lady names were Dorothy, Rose, Delores, Betty, Donna, June, Lucille, Mildred, Lorraine, & Lillian.

There were different ways of spelling Mabel/Mable (Whenever my dad heard someone say her name he would recite a risqué poem:
Mable, Mable, get off the table,
The quarter's for the beer.

I think Mable in the poem was dancing on the table? Stripping? I have no idea...

Some of the more unique names? Wilma, Blanche, Annola, Elaine, Marvel, Florence, Betty Lou (my dad calls her "Dumb Dumb" and "Yum Yum"... I don't think he's a fan), Leona, & Thelma...

One lady who lives there has a daughter with an unusual name... well, I guess her name is unique also... it's Melba. But, I can't remember her daughter's name.

It's Jer-something... I know I heard her tell someone her daughter was named after her nationalities... She was German and her husband was... well, if I could remember that, I'd remember her name.

Irish? Gerish?
French? Gerfrench? or Gerench?
Spanish? Gerspain? Gerain?
Italian? Gertaly?
Polish? Gerpole? Probably not...

I have no idea... But I do know...

In about 20 years the place will be filled with Jennifers, Karens, & Lisas.

In about 40 years there will be lots of Megans & Makaylas.

In about 80 years? There might a few named Katniss, Isabella, Avery, Pippa, & Harper...

What are some other new-ish names I didn't list? What are/were your grandmothers' names?

Tuesday, May 28, 2013

A Memorable Memorial Day

Well, holidays are always interesting. Everyone is home... and by everyone, I mean the Stern German and the Angsty Teen... so... that kind of sucks....

I wish Kati had been here...because then I would've had her drink with me... but she's probably glad she wasn't here... (Am I right, Kati?)

Anyway, here's a not-so-brief photo album of our Memorial Day festivities along w/a short narrative...

Our town's annual Memorial Day program was held in the high school gym due to inclement weather.
The marching band played and there was a program honoring veterans from our county.

There was a really good turnout... The gym was pretty full. 

Band members and color guard members (note: Apparently, they don't like to be called "dancing flag girls"...) were dropping like flies... 

Well, I think only two passed out... but the power of suggestion was prevalent and at least a dozen others walked themselves out. Some were truly green... guess they locked their knees. That's a big no-no.

Trumpeters played "Taps" at the end of the program... 
Fortunately, the American Legion Firing Squad (yes, that's what they were called in the program... I didn't know we did that...) didn't try to do the rifle salute indoors...

Then we came home and had cheesy hash browns...  Yeah, well, the Stern German also had sausage, eggs, and toast... because lunch was still an hour away... and he gets crabby when he isn't well fed.
An hour later we went to have lunch with my dad. My mom wasn't feeling well, so she didn't join us.
The Angsty Teen drove us to lunch and back home again... It started out as fun for all involved...
 I had a text to get a free "Little Buddy" drink at the local Kwik Trip gas station... so we stopped there...
Apparently, although I find it difficult to believe, the Stern German was being really annoying before I got back out to the car...

So the Angsty Teen took his shoe off of his foot... that would be the foot that was up between the front seats kicking her. She threw the shoe in the parking lot.

I picked up the shoe and put it in her trunk.

He was amused.
She was slightly less amused...

The Stern German was totally annoying the driver... pulling on her seat belt... kicking the back of her seat... all the way home... only about a mile, but I'm sure it seemed longer to her...
The Angsty Teen yelled at him, "Calm your tits!" (He doesn't "care for that phrase.")
Well, he tried to calm them, I guess...
The Angsty Teen wasn't amused by the Stern German's antics... but really? That's not new.
When we got home... the Angsty Teen took the Stern German's shoe and put it on the roof of the car...
                               
Everyone, eventually, calmed their tits...  

Then... later Monday afternoon/early evening... we watched a movie... There's the Boom... Here Comes the Boom... It's the Boom... whatever... 

It was a time of FFF... Forced Family Fun... except for the Stern German... Clearly, no one forces him to do anything...

He spent beaucoup bucks on a new gun this weekend... but my time is coming... just sayin'...
 So, yeah... a while ago when I posted this picture... I had comments at how similar these two looked...
Now you understand a little bit more about each of them... and about my life with them... Dang.

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#thisiswhyidrink
#butreally

Monday, May 27, 2013

The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly

All of a sudden I realized that even though the weekend isn't over due to the Memorial Day holiday... it is Monday... time for me to link up with Kati and Kate to bring you:
Incorporating Color
So, here's the scoop:

The Good: We didn't have to pay to get into the Angsty Teen's choir concert on Friday night... and it was shorter than normal.
No choir robes for this concert!
The Bad: Even though the school calendar, the online district calendar, and the Angsty Teen all said the concert started at 8:00 pm.... it did not.

The Ugly: The concert actually started at 7:30... so we walked in 20 minutes late... and missed most of the stuff the Angsty Teen's choir sang. Oops... But we saved $15...

And...
The Good: We were able to tour the brewery that makes the Stern German's favorite beer.
Haha... It's pretty funny that his favorite beer is made by Surly Brewing... and is called Furious.
The Bad: We also ate at a great Thai restaurant... The Bad? It's 1 1/2 hours away!
Nope, neither the brewery nor the restaurant were overrated!
The Ugly: I really liked all the beers I tasted... all five of them. 
Dang... these are pricey beers... I can't afford this brand!

Plus...
The Good: We had The Grand Boys yesterday instead of our regular Monday time.

The Bad: They were here for about 6 1/2 hours instead of 2 1/2... that's kind of a long time.

The Ugly: We tried to bake cookies...
  a. The Angsty Teen's M&M bag-opening skills are severely lacking.
  b. Measuring is good to learn how to do...
  c. Bottom row: Hey, buddy... this is why you're fat... just sayin'. (Isn't he soooo cute??)

Also...
The Good: I'm planning a road trip.

The Bad: It's not the road trip I had hope/planned to take in June... that's not good news.

The Ugly: My parents have some dear friends up north where they used to live whose health in quickly deteriorating... and they would like to see them one last time... and this is the only week that works for the friends.
We'll be driving from nearly the southern state line up to that northern-most chimney...
The Angsty Teen and I took my geriatric parents up there two summers ago to visit friends. It is a nine hour drive... one way... Both of my parents are on diuretics... lots of stops...my dad is legally blind... it was pretty much exhausting...

This time will be even harder because my dad isn't as mobile or as able to help himself in the bathroom as he was two years ago... Dang.

So... that's the short version of my weekend so far. This morning we have a Memorial Day parade... and the Angsty Teen will be marching in the band.

That's always fun... although it's supposed to be in the low fifties for a temperature... and maybe rainy... yay...

Friday, May 24, 2013

High Five for Friday!

Fridays sure come around quickly! This is my time to let you know the five highlights of my week:

1. The high school band director has put the new uniform order on hold.
I think I would've grown to like them... but they are just not fantastic. When you are spending nearly $100,000 on them they should be a bit more spectacular... just sayin'. 

2. I bought a transport chair for my dad. 


a. It weights about 1/3 as much as his wheelchair.
b. This will be great when we travel or go to the Farmers' Market.
c. I bought it on Craigslist and wasn't murdered in the process, so that's always a plus.

3. I was fortunate to be able to spend some time w/someone I love to spend time with.... ME!
Oh, Happy Hour... I love you.
I got around the metro area before rush hour on Wednesday... so I killed some time at a fun Happy Hour with just myself... and my computer. Thoroughly enjoyable!

4. I went to my monthly cooking class on Thursday & already made two of the items for supper!
Salad w/Chicken & Blueberry Vinaigrette Dressing                                        Cinnamon Won Ton Cups with
                                                                                                                               Blueberry Fluff or Ice Cream filling
5. I survived hours and hours and hours of the Angsty Teen's horn practice this week.
Icing her sore lips with a popsicle for breakfast...
a. She couldn't find the music stand that is upstairs so she practiced right here in the living room
b. She left her horn in my car when I went to the Twin Cities for cooking class Wednesday... so she couldn't practice.
c. She woke up and was ready to go to school by 5:00 am Thursday... so she could practice her horn for two hours... at home... before she left... in the living room... near my bedroom. Damn.
d. She said her audition for Symphonic Band went very well on Thursday.
e. I suppose it was worth it... maybe.

That was my week in a nutshell... It was a pretty good week.

Now I'm just trying to figure out weekend plans. I hope you enjoy your Memorial Day weekend!

Wednesday, May 22, 2013

Throwback Thursday

Okay, in honor of Throwback Thursday... I'm gonna hunt up a picture of my mom from days gone by....

This picture was from about 13 years ago... the Angsty Teen looks to be about 3 years old... that means Kati is about 11 years old...

My mom? Well, I actually have a lot of pictures with her eyes closed. I've finally figured out that it's best to count to three... but take the picture on "two" so her eyes are still open.

And, to go along with that, I'm gonna give you a couple funny things she has said lately...

We were talking about Greek food earlier this week. They had Greek Chicken on the menu for lunch... but since it was the menu option that was brought over from the adjoining nursing home I was pretty sure it wasn't worth ordering...

As we were talking about Greek food... my mom brought this up:

Mom: What was the name of that Greek restaurant we liked before we started going to Zorba's?
I was pretty sure she meant the name of the place she liked before she started going to Nupa... and that place was Zorba's.
Me: I think you mean...Zorba's?
Mom: Yeah, that's it... Zorba's!

A week or so ago when it was a warm morning... and going to be in the 80s in the afternoon, I lowered the temp on her air conditioner.
Me: I lowered the temp on your air conditioner to 70.
Mom: Oh, good. What did you lower it to?

This is pretty common. I've kind of figured out she only hears the first main phrase of any sentence. Prepositional phrases, be damned... or not heard... same thing.

Like...

Me: The Angsty Teen has tryouts for band today with her French horn.
Mom: What instrument will she use?

Or...

Me: I brought you some grilled chicken with sautéed vegetables for you to heat up for supper.
Mom: What's in the container with the chicken?

Oh, well... I am used to repeating things... Maybe I should just learn to speak in shorter sentences...

Wait, that doesn't always work either...

When I left her place the other day I said, "See you later, alligator!"
To which she cheerfully responded, "After 'while cock-a-deeky!"

Not sure what a cock-a-deeky is... sounds a bit risqué!

Go, mom!

Turn Your Head and Cough

I'm trying to type this... it's TUesday night... I keep coiughing and coughin g and coughin... and I know I'm typing htis all wrong... but I'm trying to type it quickly before i have to cough again... and sometimes when I cought I hit the wrong keys and type all goofly.

I cought all day... and i've coughed all night the past gfew night... but not enough to make me get up and take serious drugs... just enoughto keep me form sleeping wheel.

Sipping liquids helps... well, not sipping water or tea... those didn't help at all... but sipping a glass of wine seemed to help a little ... and look... the more I talk about sipping wine, the better I seem to be typing. I was born to drink wine.

Really.

THis is a time for some serious medicine apparently. (Yea for spell checker... it has correctec a multeitude of errors... well, not every one, apparently.)

As bedtime approaches I'm starting to get sleepy and starting to cough mroe and more...  NyQuil? Benedryl? I'm not sure wat tto take.... maaybe just another glass of wine... but really.

I know alcohol can't solve my problems... but...

Tuesday, May 21, 2013

Confident Idiots


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About two weeks ago I finally went and got a pedicure. It wasn't fantastic... I definitely won't go back to the person... mostly because she made me two of my toes bleed. Dang.

While I was in this salon that was marketing itself as kind of an upscale place... which means that everyone there spoke English... which I initially thought would be a good thing... I overheard a couple of conversations. These conversations made me rethink the idea that being in a salon where English was the first language spoken was a positive thing...

The first conversation was between a salon employee and her client who was getting a pedicure:

Employee: I'm so sick of being sick. (As she's coughing up a lung and spreading germs everywhere...)
Client: You were sick when I was here a month ago... Haven't you gotten over it?
Employee: No, I've been sick pretty much the whole time.
Client: Last time you said you had gotten some antibiotics. Didn't that help?
Employee: Well, they started to help... so then I stopped taking them. Pretty soon I was sick again. Those things didn't work.

First of all... Who has time or money to get pedicures every month???

And... really? You STOPPED taking your antibiotics before the prescriptions was gone??? I'm pretty sure everyone who can read a label knows not to do that... Such an idiot.


Employee 2 to Employee 1: I can't come to your party this weekend. I'm hoping to be hanging out with my boyfriend.
Employee 1:Are you two back together?
Employee 2: Yep...

Employee 2 (to her client): Well, I mean we never really dated before... We just met up for two months at different bars. Then he stopped seeing me because that level of commitment freaked him out. So now we've started texting each other again. I think he's ready to get back together.

You never were a couple. He is afraid of that "level of commitment"? That's not any level of commitment. He's an idiot... move on. You are nearly 30 years old... it's time to figure this out.

To quote Greg Behrendt, author of He's Just Not that Into You:

“If he’s not calling you, it’s because you are not on his mind. If he creates expectations for you, and then doesn’t follow through on little things, he will do same for big things. Be aware of this and realize that he’s okay with disappointing you. Don’t be with someone who doesn’t do what they say they’re going to do. If he’s choosing not to make a simple effort that would put you at ease and bring harmony to a recurring fight, then he doesn’t respect your feelings and needs..."

Yep, that's definitely right. And, also...

"If the guy you’re dating doesn’t seem to be completely into you, or you feel the need to start ‘figuring him out,’ please consider the glorious thought that he might just not be that into you. And then free yourself to go find someone that is.” 

So, my advice in life? Don't be an idiot. And to all you single ladies?

Don't settle. Enjoy the season of your life you are in. Take your time and find someone that is totally into you... and don't waste time on someone who isn't totally into you... because chances are... you're the spectacular one in the relationship.

That's my advice... the advice of an old married lady. Thoughts?
Leslyn's Lovely Life

Monday, May 20, 2013

The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly

I'm linking up with Kati and Kate to tell you about my weekend.

We are now getting more than our fair share of rain... but things are really greening up!

The Good: My favorite thing to do is sit on the porch...
The Bad: I spent a portion of the weekend not feeling well... maybe allergies... Who knows?

The Ugly: I also had some food poisoning-type symptoms... nasty. 
No one else felt that way though, so that's good... because we all (the Stern German, the Angsty Teen, her friend, my parents, and I) ate the same food... that I had made!!!


The Good: I found The Kit!
The Bad: It was in a bag in the trunk of my parents' car... so close all the time.

The Ugly: I had made a temporary one... but the original is perfectly sized to hold everything.
I'd traced all our steps... we really only go to the PT department at the hospital and to WalMart... but no one had seen it. I always kept this box of gloves close at hand... haha... but really.


The Good: We survived the last band concert of the year.
The Bad: There is one more concert... a choir concert this Friday night... yay...

The Ugly: They showed us the new marching band uniforms for next year. 
Maybe they're not ugly... but they definitely make me think of the Jetsons! I'm sure they'll be fine...

Well, maybe not as much as I thought...
That pretty much sums up my weekend. It was pretty good in between bouts of disease and pestilence.

Hope you had a good weekend!

Incorporating Color