Thursday, March 22, 2018

Throwback Thursday

Does anyone remember these?

They are the lunch trays we had in grade school. We didn't get to buy our lunch very often. In fact, just about never unless mom was in the hospital having another baby. I loved getting those lunches. That was back in the day of lunch ladies and real, home cooked food. It was all so delicious---and nutritious. No pizza or fast food, meat and veggies every day. Each compartment had something in it with silverware rolled in a napkin in the end slot. Milk was in the compartment with the circle---white milk only, no other choices. The cakes were always so delicious too! I can still remember that good food. We even had chop suey one time. We had never heard of such a thing. It was very good. I don't think I had ever even heard of Chinese food. Heaven help you if you didn't like the food!

You had to eat everything on your tray. The nuns patrolled to make sure you were eating. There was no talking during lunch. Lunch was business. Before you could take your tray to the window to drop off for washing, you had to show it to the nuns. It was the same for the lunches we brought from home---in metal lunch boxes. We had to eat everything and show the nuns before we could be dismissed. I don't remember how much time we had in the cafeteria, but we went out to recess right after. 

Another thing I remembered about lunch---the music. They had classical music playing. I've always loved it. To this day, a particular piece can take me right back to that cafeteria. They also had music from many Broadway productions---instrumental versions---South Pacific, The Sound of Music, Camelot, etc. Had no idea what that music was back then. Maybe unbeknownst to me, that music sparked my love of music theater. At least I like to think so.
I found these at the flea market several years ago. I had plans to use them on the patio for the kids for barbecues. I never have. When we just cleaned out the kitchen, I had planned to get rid of them. Butch said to keep them. I don't know why, but I'm glad he did. They just make me happy!

Wednesday, March 21, 2018

What I Buy Wednesday

I talked about my Target run, but I didn't talk about what I bought there. I got too wrapped up in my memories about my job there.

I picked up a few things. But this was my favorite.
I bought this cutting board. If it was shiny, it would match my counter top exactly!

Also, my Stitch Fix box came in.
I really liked it all---and they make it so tempting to keep it all. If you do, you get 25% off everything. Sometimes, it's to my advantage to keep it all---if what I want to send back is less than the 25%. This time, I only kept two things---those pink shoes and the dark jeans. I really like the jeans they send me---just because the actually fit. I've sent a note to my stylist to let her know that I don't want any more jeans. I have 3 pairs now---all different. I don't have any pink shoes, so I wanted to keep them. Plus, now that my "toes" are fixed, I can wear cute shoes again. The polka dot rain jacket was cute, but more expensive than I would pay, plus it was a little big. The silk blouse is really pretty, but also was too big. I tried to exchange that, but they didn't have it in my size. The black ruffled top was really cute too, but I don't need another black top. 

I'll look forward to my next box. 

What have you bought this week?

Tuesday, March 20, 2018

Tuesday Thoughts About...


This makes a lot of sense! This idea is one of the best ways to recycle plastic. It's about 12 minutes long but so worth the listen!

We recycle everything---EVERYTHING! If you don't believe me, come check out our garage---there's so much crap waiting to go to recycle (or Goodwill)---that it looks like the house on Sanford and Son.

With the completion of the new kitchen, I told Butch that I no longer wanted the end of the counter and floor below to be used to collect the recycling. I don't want to see it at all. I wanted a plastic trash bin with a little swing door, lined with a trash bag, in the hallway to the garage. I don't want to look at it constantly. Instead, Butch decided on this:
It's a dinky little basket. Granted, I did a lot of cooking, plus water bottles, plus a wine bottle and a half dozen beer bottles (my niece visited with a friend for the night)---it filled up quick. My concern is that the wall is going to get messed up. I would still like the trash basket with lid because then you would not see the mess at all. This is Butch's department, so I'll be happy with just having it out of the kitchen.
We keep a bag in the pantry for all the recyclable paper. That has been working for us for years now.

I believe in recycling---and I don't know anyone that takes it to the extent that we do (mostly Butch). We bring recyclables home from trips. We drop off at recycle stations on vacation. He's brought a suitcase of paper home from a cruise. He lives it more than I do---for sure. And, for the most part, he keeps up with it. I'm just ready to get the garage in order, cleaned out, floored and re-painted. In order for it to look like the vision I have in my head (I always start with a vision), we'll need to get rid of a couple cars too. That would be the ultimate---cashing in on the recycling!

Monday, March 19, 2018

Monday Mystery

Let me start by saying that Jordan and Morgan gave us an Amazon Echo for Christmas.
Part of the gift was that they were to help me set it up. I guess they don't think I'm capable of figuring it out! Well, it's been a couple months and we haven't done it. I decided to go ahead this past week and get it set up.
I got everything out of the box. The instructions required that you download the "Echo" app to your phone. I went to the App store, but the app I needed didn't show up. A little further in the instructions, it was noted that I could also set it up online from my computer. That's more my speed. When it comes to the phone, I'm just slow.

I went to the set-up page on Amazon. Right away, it would not recognize my password. Oh. My. Gosh! This is so frustrating. I got out my handy little address book that I have all my passwords written in and---sure enough---I WAS using the right password. I did it a few more times. Finally, I logged off my internet and logged back in. That did it. Now I was in business. It was pretty simple to set up.
This looks like a piece of cardboard that needed to be removed. I couldn't get it, so I left it alone. I hope it can't catch fire!
I like that it came with a rubber band to keep the cord in check. I hate tons of loose cords!
The gadget is pretty unobtrusive. I like that too. But, apparently, Alexis is always listening. Talk about people tracking your life---I wonder if this could be used against you in a court of law (that's a definite mystery)!

So here's what happened. I played around with it to see what it could do. I asked for music---it wanted me to sign up with Amazon Prime Music. I asked about playing Jeopardy, it wanted me to subscribe to be able to play the game. So far, I've only used it to check the weather. I simply don't know what to do with it.

Today, I started to tell Butch that I was reading Killing Reagan by Bill O'Reilly (say what you will, he writes great books in the BEST readable way---always interesting---his are the only footnotes I ever read---always interesting too!). Since I'm keeping track of my books and how much money I'm saving, I went on Amazon to check the price. I couldn't believe that you could buy a brand new hard back book for $3.94! The electronic version is $14.99! As I was saying to Butch, that apparently most people have electronic readers now which has driven that price up and the less desirable hardback copy prices have been driven down---Alexis interrupted our conversation. I was talking, the television was on, and Alexis was talking. I didn't really know what she was saying, but I finally had to say, "Alexis, cancel" to make her shut up.

She was listening!! I don't know what set her off. That's a mystery to me as to what I said that prompted her to interrupt! I can't think of anything I said that even remotely sounded like "Alexis." I have to admit, it gave me another idea to try---ask Alexis to give me a synopsis about books I want to find out about. I haven't tried it yet, but I'm going to. That would be faster than looking up all the books I want to check out.

Does "Alexis" really listen to your conversations? It's a mystery for sure! My mother would be "rolling!"---if you know what I mean!

Thursday, March 15, 2018

Throwback Thursday

Yarn covered hangers.

I got to thinking about these hangers my mother always made.
My mother was the most organized person I've ever known. She made these hangers for each of us. We all had our own color---matching our rooms. Of course, she also sewed little colored x's on the labels of our clothes so you could tell them apart. I had yellow hangers (mine and Jeanne's room was yellow and chocolate brown). I had red x's on my clothes. When permanent markers came out, she no longer sewed the x's, but used a red marker for me. I had a closet full of these yellow hangers. This is the only yellow one I have left.
We all took those hangers for granted. When mom died and we were dividing things, we all wanted the hangers. Suddenly, they seemed so valuable to us---something she made and reminded us of our childhood. Luckily, she had made so many, we each got about 20 of them. I have mine in the hall closet. They are perfect there. I can only have matching hangers! 

I couldn't even think about putting them in my closet! 
My sense of order requires matching hangers! Yes, I know how to make the yarn covered ones and do like the way they look, but I would have to make too many. I don't want to do it. 

Still, I'm so happy to have a little bit of mom left! A perfect thought for Throwback Thursday!

Tuesday, March 13, 2018

Tuesday Thoughts About...


Target is deadly for me. I simply stay away---most of the time. But when I need to shop---it's my "go to." Yesterday, I stopped by to pick up a few "necessities." As I approached the store, I noticed that they are hiring "sales associates." That's just a fancy name for "cashier." You can't fool me!

I worked at Target 50 years ago. Yep, it's been that long. Back then, you had to take a math test when you applied. I aced it. There was nothing to tell you how much change you had to give back. You actually had to figure it out. It was really pretty simple. Now-a-days, there's nothing to it---unless you don't know the difference between denominations of bills, or coins. There's really no thinking involved--especially when the customer uses a card---no such thing back in the day---cash was king.

When I saw the sign, my first thought was, "hmmm. I've been looking for something since a couple of my formerly retired friends have gone back to work. Maybe this is it. Wouldn't it be cool to say that my first job was Target (well, not really, but that sounds good) and my LAST job will be Target!" In fact, I started the conversation in my head of how I would approach the "human resources" person (there was no such thing back in the 60's). I'd hit him (or her---must stay PC) right off the bat with, "My first job was at Target and now I want my last job to be at Target!" I'd continue with, "you will never find a more responsible, reliable or hard working person than me." I might even pull out my 50 year old Target credentials. "After only two weeks, I was promoted to "head cashier." No telling what they call them now. Then I'd add, "I even volunteered to work Sundays (the stores were closed on Sundays back then) to do that most dreaded, boring job of taking "inventory!"  I remember having to count nails in the hardware department! Ugh! I don't think they have to do that in today's world of computers.

Then, I hit myself with a dose of reality. Do I really want to work for 10 bucks an hour and have someone dictate my schedule? Two crummy weeks of vacation? Uhh, I don't think so. Plus, knowing me, I'd want to re-organize the whole place and tell them how they can do it better. I know I would.

Still, my early working days at Target were full of fun memories: that popcorn; those smoking breaks; the boys! I got some of the craziest questions from customers like "where are the rubbers!" As a naive teen, I was shocked. When I said, "uh, that would be the pharmacy department," the man said, 'no, for rain!' " I swear, I'm not making this up. It was all good.

My BFF, Reenie worked there too. Besides sharing rides, we also shared a boyfriend! No---not at the same time! She had him first. This job came AFTER our first REAL job. Ahhh, but that's another story!

I love Target, but I don't think I'll go back to work there any time soon. Seriously, I'm thinking UBER! The young drunks in downtown Nashville could use a grandmotherly type---don't ya' think?