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Friday, November 30, 2012

GF Mini Herbal Cheese Pies

My recipe is up on the Chebe Facebook Page! Head on over and vote for these tasty little pies. And then pick up your own Chebe and try them out. They were really tasty with my leftover mashed potato soup last night. 

Thursday, November 29, 2012

Love Me Some Chebe

So I finally submitted a recipe on the Chebe facebook page. Be sure to head over there to like their page and follow their contest link to vote. I'm not sure how long it will take to get up on the page, but it is GF Mini Herbal Cheese Pies.

They are almost as delightful as the originals with a pie crust were. I highly recommend trying them out. That is if the recipe goes up. The contest is supposed to end November 30th at 5pm, so you'll have to take quick action to vote me to the top so I can get my five year supply of Chebe products. Pretty please! It's delightfully delicious! Just sayin'.

Monday, November 26, 2012


So I come home tonight totally not down with confronting the mouse in my house. And yet somehow I gathered the strength to face the demon. I gathered my laundry into an overflowing basket, unbarricaded the back door, and then realized that although the basement lights had been on when I was home for lunch, they were not on now. I glanced to my right to see that the light switch was still in the on position. What the hell?

I closed the door, returning the laundry basket to my bedroom, and resigned myself to the fact that I would not be confronting the mouse tonight. As I began preparing soup, I realized I needed a can of diced tomatoes from my pantry. Nothing can hold up the cooking. I dug out my flashlight, slammed the door several times to scare away the mouse, and stomped down the stairs with my laundry.

Once safely into the basement with no immediate mouse attack, I turned on all the lights I could find. I found a light bulb to replace the one I assumed was burned out. As I twisty turned the bulb into the socket, I couldn't help but notice how the light did not come on. I scaled the stairs to check that the light switch was in the on position. It was. What the hell? A fuse out?

Ugh. I hate replacing fuses more than I hate mice. It is so scary to me. At least with the mouse I can ignore it in my basement. I can't ignore a blown fuse. And as fate would have it, I can never find the damn one that is blown either. Of course none of them are marked. And they all look the same. After trying several times to screw in the wrong fuse and seeing sparks, my nerves were shot. I stormed off to ignore the problem momentarily.

I finished dinner and finally headed out to pick up the right fuses. I tackled the fuse project right off when I got back home and surprisingly enough, the fuse I thought was out, was not out. And I can't find the bad one. Shoot me in the face. I can't take any more tonight. I think this is going to be another call to the landlord tomorrow. Have I ever mentioned how I need constant care?

Tuesday, November 20, 2012

Sweet Mother Of God

So in retrospect, that squeaking I heard when I entered my house through the dark back door entrance tonight, that I thought sounded like a mouse... was. The scary thing is that he's been sitting in that damned back hall waiting for me to let him up into the house since I got home hours ago. I'm sure he just followed me right in.

Luckily I must have opened the door to the basement too swiftly and perhaps the jingle jangle of my door knob bells startled the little bastard because he went scurrying down the stairs and, I assume, over the edge and under. I screamed like a little girl and slammed the door shut again. Then I opened it again and stood wide eyed waiting for the next move.

After all I was just starting to pack for my Thanksgiving trip and I have stuff and things in the basement that I need. And where the hell did he go anyhow? Where the crap is he now? Is he hiding in my jeans or eating through the side of my suitcase?

I'm so beyond upset about this whole situation. I can't pack. I can't sleep. All the lights in my house are on. Does that help? And I found things to stuff in door cracks and over open vents to the basement that I hope he can't eat through. I hope. But how does one feel safe in her own home after being violated so?

I'm really excited to get the crap out of this hell hole for a few days. Who is going to catch this mouse for me while I'm gone?

Sunday, November 18, 2012

Practically Thanksgiving

I cleaned this weekend like I am actually hosting the turkey festivities at my house. From top to bottom. Spilling bacon grease all over my kitchen this morning was a great motivator to get that ball rolling.

I started with a little vacuuming before getting down on my hands and knees to scrub the kitchen floor. And at that distance you can actually see the dirt, grime, and dust collecting under the stove and behind the fridge. So I pulled them out and cleaned behind both. I broke out the Greased Lightening to tackle the stove grime, which led me to clean all the Coca Cola stuff and things that just sit on a shelf collecting grease and dust. Everything is degreased and sparkly clean!

Then I remembered I usually wash the windows and curtains in sync with daylight savings time. And so all the curtains came down and took turns dancing in the washing machine while I wiped away the summer's dust from my windows. The sparkly windows let in so much light I was excited to get the fresh curtains back up. I just have ironing to do on the kitchen curtains otherwise everything is back in place.

It even smells clean in here. I wish it would stay this way indefinitely! I hope it stays this way at least through the holiday weekend. Because after Thanksgiving I'm going to be good and ready to begin decking the halls for Christmas!

But in the meantime, I'm enjoying a glass of wine and a little Home for the Holidays. *sigh* I can hardly wait for turkey day.

Friday, November 9, 2012


Yesterday was a LONG day at the convention center. Thirteen hours all together. That really does a number on an old lady's joints! After about four thousands trips back and forth across the hard, concrete floor, I could feel it in my knees, hips, and ankles. My whole everything was exhausted.

By the time I rolled out, car loaded with banners, registration cards, and expo leftoverness, I was fighting to keep my eyes open. By the time I got home, Peanut and I were ready for our late night dinner. I believe it was popcorn and red wine. Really an ideal way to top off the day. And with eyes already closing, I shuffled off to bed. I was only awake long enough to stretch out my seized up leg muscles and roll over....zzzzz.

Although I slept like the dead, morning came too early and I was on deck to keep watch at the front desk this morning. A long day followed by a long morning, a busy afternoon, and a few hours of overtime. And perhaps a few hours this weekend. Okay, definitely.

After pushing through that "I don't want to cook" portion of the evening home time, I managed to prepare parmesan chicken nuggets and sweet potato fries. The perfect comfort food for a really trying week. I'm so glad I put in the effort, but wished I would have had the motivation to make my own ketchup. Maybe for the leftovers.

Another glass or two of red wine and I'm in the same boat as yesterday. Ready for a long winter's nap. I want to sleep all weekend and yet, I'm really hoping this beautiful weather holds out. I'm pretty sure this is the weekend to finally tackle the fall yard work before it's Thanksgiving and Christmas and the Easter Bunny comes hopping through and trips over my sprinkler.

Perhaps a long weekend is in my future as well. Let's hope it feels that way!

Wednesday, November 7, 2012

Dental Drama

So... I have not been to the dentist in fourteen years. Seems longer than it feels. It seems like just yesterday I was visiting the dentist ....  a friend of the family who talked me up about theatre.... and my parents were paying for it (thanks mom and dad!)... or their insurance was.

I gave up on dentists early on in my "on my own" years. I've never had a cavity and I hate doctors... it seemed only natural that I no longer needed a dentist. Even though, with my first real job I decided I needed dental insurance...just in case.... and have been paying for it for eleven years without utilizing it. I feel like I should have good dental karma built up. (Wait for

So with a possibly impending job switch on the horizon, I hastily made a few doctors appointments. Yes. Me. I really did. I went in for an annual exam on Tuesday... or as I like to call it... tri-annual exam. And I had a dentist appointment lined up for this afternoon for a cleaning. Even though this is an event week, I felt as though it was important for me to squeeze these appointments in before the health insurance lapses and I'm screwed.  I even went over with the dental office on the phone that I had not been to a dentist in fourteen years and I just wanted a cleaning. I feel as though my eleven years of dental insurance should buy me a freaking cleaning for chrise sake.

So after I start my day running to the event center to check in on vendor load in progress, deliver banners, and pick up event programs. I run back to the office to squeeze in some screen time getting a few things knocked off the to-do list before I run back to the center to unload and inventory groceries for the big show tomorrow. The refrigerator is not yet ready to cool the groceries, someone literally drives over a bag of groceries,  tables aren't set up... need I go on? So I finish up there, run home for lunch, brush (and floss for crying out loud!) my teeth before heading to the west side dental location.

They give me the you haven't been to a dentist in forever song and dance guilt routine which leads to xrays and photos of my teeth along with poking and prodding and pain. They claim I have three cavities. And then they hit me with the cleaning bill of over a thousand dollars... plus more for fillings at a later date. I no longer can have just a cleaning, but need super specialized cleaning. In the retail world, my friends, this would be called bait and switch. So apparently I cannot just get a routine cleaning that my insurance will pay for, I have to pay for the we're going to screw you over cleaning.

I was beyond pissed. Especially since I had specifically asked when I made the appointment if I could get a cleaning when I hadn't been to the dentist in forever. Like I wanted to waste two hours of my pre-event day at the goddamn dentist getting raped? Yes. Where do I sign up? So, of course I declined their services and still had to pay $98 dollars for all the useless things I didn't want them to do in the first place... and still didn't get a cleaning out of the whole mess. (This is beginning to remind me of my first doctors experience in Springfield... for someone that hates doctors... Springfield is not the ideal locale).

And what do I have to show for it? I stupid goddamned toothbrush. The icing on the cake. They had to give me a stupid toothbrush on the way out. I don't even use a toothbrush. I feel like I just got raped for a $98 toothbrush. It is probably going to be a long, long, time before I trust another dentist.

Tuesday, November 6, 2012

I Don't Even Know

Oh my. It has sure been a long haul lately. Life is currently all up in the air. So let's focus on what I know.

Peanut had a stint starting two weeks ago where he decided he wasn't interested in eating anymore. Except treats. He still eats treats. I've been trying adding water to his food to soften it. Yogurt, which he turned his nose up at. And parmesan cheese sprinkles, which may have made him sick, but he seemed to thoroughly enjoy...mostly. And I got to get a new rug because of it, so that is nice.

But it turns out Peanut really loves the soft dog food mixed with his regular nuggets.  I think he's back on track to eating on a regular basis. Whew. Another near-death averted. He does still have issues with the long drive to Wisconsin and being able to walk afterwards. So what did we do? Packed it all in and drove to Wisconsin.

It was worth it though. I had a fantabulous time with Wisconsin friends and all my family. It is nice to see those closest to you when you don't know much of anything else. At least I know I can always high tail it to Wisconsin for a mental getaway. Now that I'm done with plays for awhile I may be able to getaway more often. I can only hope. I may need it.


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