tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58513643408133739122024-03-12T22:14:02.277-07:00Welcome to our WorldBits of This 'n That So Come Sit AwhileJeanMachttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14536421799031706759noreply@blogger.comBlogger1071125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851364340813373912.post-78241896389995049172022-10-05T07:53:00.000-07:002022-10-05T07:53:29.287-07:00<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-YGlfmjDet0-qUs1JaLqSdQ4wCmecbulBSYWTmAZ80G_qbbWBqFX_uJINFLJ2mlkDqm0jc2mswGdMErEjNonT1HGTBm5FrWxw1qc08Mg2SpN4K8uHvvzzAkigL5cRxzjZAMPKhbHvnX2yct5QDH2_FrwXi13idiRibliDC_0sg6nNXNARVKBteq8a/s1062/IMG_2032.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="404" data-original-width="1062" height="122" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-YGlfmjDet0-qUs1JaLqSdQ4wCmecbulBSYWTmAZ80G_qbbWBqFX_uJINFLJ2mlkDqm0jc2mswGdMErEjNonT1HGTBm5FrWxw1qc08Mg2SpN4K8uHvvzzAkigL5cRxzjZAMPKhbHvnX2yct5QDH2_FrwXi13idiRibliDC_0sg6nNXNARVKBteq8a/s320/IMG_2032.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>I couldn’t be more grateful and thankful - we will be together for Thanksgiving for the first time in years due to pandemic.<p></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>JeanMachttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14536421799031706759noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851364340813373912.post-80834348234177157962022-08-19T13:08:00.000-07:002022-08-19T13:08:29.690-07:00<p> Kitty Borden Imposter</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmPU3MpkRXbhN0W61tOuiT5CIdg2cnL0h5UOnlOj1xWKzTBkBi7JQ_bSJf0CznWRjd_9_SnncpzxIrhS_gstzVKwW522tOp7eNVkyu75xKsOW6sBdVwW6ZkvPS9CGmu-mCuxCRccvD_PbzZoeAGIfj9Q9NPcqdkxfM4PcgAR5M1KXpJOwdFjy5nybw/s608/AE37B9C3-63B7-4C70-904B-CD89C07F5AD6.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="608" height="316" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmPU3MpkRXbhN0W61tOuiT5CIdg2cnL0h5UOnlOj1xWKzTBkBi7JQ_bSJf0CznWRjd_9_SnncpzxIrhS_gstzVKwW522tOp7eNVkyu75xKsOW6sBdVwW6ZkvPS9CGmu-mCuxCRccvD_PbzZoeAGIfj9Q9NPcqdkxfM4PcgAR5M1KXpJOwdFjy5nybw/s320/AE37B9C3-63B7-4C70-904B-CD89C07F5AD6.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p>Again, I found this picture online with no way to give credit.</p><p>Anyway, years ago, Mom and Dad had a cat looking very much like this one.</p><p>Somehow a mouse got into the house and ended up in the master bathroom. Dad, at 5’10” and 250 thought it would be easy to dispose of the intruder.</p><p>Well, mouse got behind the toilet and a guy weighing 250 wasn’t able to reach the mouse.</p><p>He called to Mom, “Quick, get the cat and put her through door quickly.”</p><p>This was accomplished - but the cat sat there “outstaring” the mouse. Dad was so annoyed with her.</p><p>Anyway, long story short, the mouse was eventually disposed of by Dad - all the while being watched by the cat.</p><p>I think my brother named her KB - certainly not for her killer instincts.</p>JeanMachttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14536421799031706759noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851364340813373912.post-64821815745188310402022-08-19T08:13:00.060-07:002022-08-19T08:43:38.530-07:00Omelette Failure<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYqR-H6jL2ERAbEVZaEGGM0NEP1hrpAzdVot1mBzOojpV4KW9egPJth16i-CMhpeTE8p5DoTKfNyBf7HZtpJGiVPlKZ0O8A7nlgICfJQphdVOklM9juhVNfJiLKKnlPRo7d6X10A29a4kAoSf18f0GNc30XHxqe7zrQ2HdliMIKmiBBjqGVHc8vDr1/s987/D8048DED-0C9C-4525-A2EE-CBEB9F803095.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="987" data-original-width="740" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYqR-H6jL2ERAbEVZaEGGM0NEP1hrpAzdVot1mBzOojpV4KW9egPJth16i-CMhpeTE8p5DoTKfNyBf7HZtpJGiVPlKZ0O8A7nlgICfJQphdVOklM9juhVNfJiLKKnlPRo7d6X10A29a4kAoSf18f0GNc30XHxqe7zrQ2HdliMIKmiBBjqGVHc8vDr1/s320/D8048DED-0C9C-4525-A2EE-CBEB9F803095.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div><br /> So I saw this online - sorry, don’t know who to give credit to.<p></p><div>Anyway, I don’t make quite a mess such as this but have never made a perfectly presentable omelette.</div><div>My son is a red seal chef and when he visits, it’s such a treat to be served a perfected “constructed” omelette.</div><div>I stand by as he works and it looks just sooo easy - but it’s not easy for me!</div><div>My breakfast specialties will continue to be of an oven nature - much more successful!</div><div><br /></div><div>This is our favourite oven omelette:</div><div>8 slices of bacon cooked til crisp</div><div>1/4 cup green onion - sliced</div><div>3/4 cups seeded, diced tomatoes</div><div>1 Tbsp flour</div><div>Salt and pepper</div><div>6 eggs</div><div>1 cup milk</div><div>1 1/4 cup cheddar - shredded</div><div>1 Tbsp Parmesan</div><div>Method:</div><div>Sprinkle four and salt over the tomatoes. Toss lightly.</div><div>Beat eggs and milk: add vegetable mixture, 1 cup Cheddar and cooked bacon.</div><div><br /></div><div>Pour into 8’ x 8” glass pan</div><div>Sprinkle with Parmesan.</div><div>Bake 25 minutes. Sprinkle remaining Cheddar over.</div><div>***let stand 5-10 minutes ***</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>JeanMachttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14536421799031706759noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851364340813373912.post-11241927818967919732022-08-12T18:30:00.002-07:002022-08-18T11:00:10.414-07:00No mystery to my loss - - -<p>So, over the past 24 months, I have lost 64 pounds.</p><p>The way I achieved this was by no longer eating dessert, no longer having my single glass of wine three nights a week and rarely dining out.</p><p>Also, I tried to walk 20 minutes 6 days per week.</p><p>The past winter was very cold so many days I didn’t walk and this summer has been brutally hot. Regardless, I keep slowly losing weight - very slowly but that’s Ok.</p><p>About once every 6 weeks I treat myself to a small vanilla ice cream cone.</p><p>That’s all folks.</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>JeanMachttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14536421799031706759noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851364340813373912.post-6237025450053206082018-11-05T15:23:00.003-08:002018-11-05T15:23:34.892-08:00Socks - - - So I was browsing around Ross store for glass pumpkins when up popped a package of six tennis socks - for $3.99!<br />
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Can they be of any quality at all? Well, forgot mine so we shall see - one gets surprised at times.<br />
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Since I haven’t up;oalded pics or posted recently, I forget how to load pics from my cell but I’ll figure it out. In the meanwhile, no pictures.JeanMachttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14536421799031706759noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851364340813373912.post-4276582300574931922018-10-15T05:24:00.000-07:002018-10-15T05:24:12.014-07:00Friends, past and future It’s 5:25am, can’t sleep so decided to “try” blogging again.<br />
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Every day I think of my blogging friends and feel guilty that I dropped out of sight.<br />
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It’s funny how I’d go to post and nothing would “come” - kind of like now:)<br />
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Anyway, there is lots to write about and I’ll do my best to update - but first I have to find your blogs and read to catch up.<br />
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Love to all, JeanJeanMachttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14536421799031706759noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851364340813373912.post-34134681616060302042017-04-23T18:05:00.001-07:002017-04-23T18:05:36.097-07:00WidowPer Wikipedia, a widow is a woman whose spouse has died.<br />
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Wayne died February 24/17JeanMachttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14536421799031706759noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851364340813373912.post-38188723313433950852016-11-02T08:36:00.000-07:002016-11-02T08:38:23.168-07:00Reign of Terror Grade IV<br />
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It was 1955 and I encountered my first really scary, mean teacher.<br />
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This year would be "life in the trenches" so to speak and enough it seriously gave me nightmares.<br />
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Back then one didn't go home and tell parents how things were - well, the good things, but - - -<br />
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To get to the point, this teacher gave a strap on a pupil's hand for every spelling mistake. One little guy, Sammy, was tortured by her and as I think back, maybe he had a slight learning disability.<br />
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I lived in mortal fear of the strap and escaped her wrath til one day! An error in our spelling test!<br />
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I was so terrified and really offended that I "got the strap" as always studied to avoid.<br />
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Moving forward to school's going back in after Christmas and the staff solemnly gathered in our room to tell us that "two teachers had driven an 8 hour journey together to visit family. There has been a terrible accident an one has died." Seriously, I'm sure I wasn't the only pupil making a wish at that moment.<br />
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Wishes don't always come true - learned at that time. It was the sweetest, kindest teacher who had passed away. Did I or do I feel guilt for my feelings - no.<br />
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Ran for the towels, mopped everything up, twirled around and drove the tines of my fork into the side of my foot - about where people tend to "grow" bunions.<br />
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Now, that's tough tissue to manage to drive a fork into - did I mention it bled like crazy - left a handsome trail to the bedroom and hopscotched over the carpet to the bath.<br />
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All is well this morn although my foot aches - wonder why - - -<br />
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(Oh, how did a fork drive into my foot, well, it just happened to land at the edge of a bound area rug so when I ran into it, the fork did not move:)<br />
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PS Anyone for dinner, I'll let you use my own special vicious fork - - -JeanMachttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14536421799031706759noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851364340813373912.post-77070002235773132212016-07-11T15:35:00.003-07:002016-07-11T15:37:29.410-07:00Forget how to use bloggerOn Feb. 10, 2015, Hanna M came into our world.<br />
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She is a much treasured granddaughter - I am having trouble inserting a picture on my blogger so bear with me.<br />
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Hanna is now 17 months old and keeps everyone busy - she is busy:)JeanMachttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14536421799031706759noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851364340813373912.post-70097268168148759372016-07-11T15:35:00.001-07:002016-07-11T15:35:29.147-07:00I'm a grandma!!!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Is it only our area or does everyone experience this?JeanMachttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14536421799031706759noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851364340813373912.post-88034411342669347682016-05-12T09:57:00.001-07:002016-05-12T09:57:19.578-07:00Post # 1 in series - - - Do What I Say, Not What I Do:)Several months ago I dropped my Rx glasses as I was switching to my Rx sunglasses.<br />
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Fumbling around, I stepped on them and jumped as if they were a hot potato - as if that would help at that stage.<br />
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Anyway, long story short, new lenses and frames as I had ground them into the only patch of gravel in miles.<br />
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Tuesday, rushing to go into Wayne's care home - well, just re-read first few lines!<br />
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Couldn't believe it - always change from sunglasses to regular or vice versa - in the car - where it's safer - for the glasses!<br />
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Anyway, found weird old eyeglasses that would "do" for 10 days till I sport new ones - just over $700 worth of new ones.JeanMachttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14536421799031706759noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851364340813373912.post-36977341043428404902016-05-07T11:11:00.000-07:002016-05-07T11:11:10.537-07:00<span style="font-size: large;">Just under the wire - - - -</span><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">It's just under a year since I last posted - no heart to do so. This morning I decided to give it a try and have forgotten a lot about posting and pics!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I can't thank readers enough who sent emails and asked about how life was. We truly are blessed to have blogging friends both near and far. Thank you - and yes, Doc, you may use that post in Menopause Momenta - I fear you will have a lot of material from my blog if I post the weird stuff I encounter every day - I guess they are menopause moment!</span><br />
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As only a dear, supportive friend would reply, "Just do your neck, your face is fine."<br />
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After she said it, a look of horror crossed her face but I was rolling around on the floor laughin. Love you, Dear one.JeanMachttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14536421799031706759noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851364340813373912.post-70608607920264336192014-08-23T20:03:00.001-07:002014-08-24T18:19:24.894-07:00Too Busy Living Life - - - Lately there have been sad stories of children and pets being left to die in hot vehicles.<br />
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In most cases, it appears to be a terrible tragedy - the result of "busyness" and distraction. There is a case of one father alledgedly leaving his child but that is the exception.<br />
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I think I may have a solution!!!<br />
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What if every person in charge of the child or infant, set his phone alarm for 5 minutes past his drop time? Also, could co-workers develop a buddy system of checking with one another if indeed the child had been dropped off - and not left in a vehicle. If a spouse is in the picture, maybe a text confirmation??<br />
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Have you paid attention when the lead flight attendant calls out for crew to "arm doors and cross check"?<br />
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This requires each attendant to arm his/her door and then walk across the plane to "cross check" that the door has been secured by the other crew.<br />
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Seems such a simple solution to save lives. Please pass these ideas along to friends and family. Maybe, just maybe, we can save the children - and the pets.<br />
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Note: I have a story to tell not quite leaving a child but forgetting my friend! When she broke her leg, I picked her up and drove her to physio, went home for an hour and then picked her up again.<br />
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One day the phone rang and she asked if I were on my way to get her. "Didn't I already pick you up??!!"<br />
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She was safe, had a cell and could call for help - unlike the children.<br />
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So I understand how the busyness of life can get in the way. It's so tragic when these deaths are the result of a total accidental situation.<br />
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The regular sunglasses I use didn't block the really bright lights.<br />
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Off to the store to buy lime green crafter paint. Applied on both sides of the lens really helped.<br />
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Lime green you ask, well no one sees me slip them on once the fun begins so why not?<br />
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The other night, a friendly gentleman sitting next to me, commented on something. I turned to answer forgetting my slime green lenses. He's probably still running screaming.<br />
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As I type this, why not get my Hallowe'en kit out and add a black tooth for next time?<br />
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JeanMachttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14536421799031706759noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851364340813373912.post-74288678195373817352013-07-09T14:13:00.001-07:002013-07-09T14:13:30.346-07:00kaput:)Well, a month or so ago my "new" laptop/notepad went kaput. t was only a couple years old.<br />
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Finally got a new one, waited til the tech could come set it up and a couple days later was off to Vancouver for a week.<br />
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Hopefully new posts will spew forth a week from now -think of everyone always.<br />
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A little stroke of brilliance (happens occasionally:) Corralled all my hair and bath products in a $1.00 basket. Now I can sit on the bench and not have bottles flying all over - with the holes on the sides and bottom, it's perfect.This hand shower is the best - I think I use it more than the wall main one.<br />
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So in a moment of brilliance I thought to use kitchen tongs to reach cords on various blinds. Some are over the bay window with a sink and window ledge making it too far to reach. The other blind is over a front loader. JeanMachttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14536421799031706759noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851364340813373912.post-18643259810255904012013-03-26T20:34:00.000-07:002013-03-26T20:34:18.288-07:00Better than new - - -So my cleaner got the wine out and everything looks sparkling new -and he reinterated "don't" touch a stain. Let me do it.JeanMachttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14536421799031706759noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851364340813373912.post-68380509188896396742013-03-22T12:26:00.002-07:002013-03-22T12:26:29.103-07:00Hands Off!!!So yesterday afternoon I attended a neighborhood "meet your neighbor" get together I walked over to get some sparkling water when a friend handed me a glass of Merlot (my fav).<br />
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Maybe I had one sip when a new acquaintance gestured with his hand and knocked my glass into my lap. My favorite cream dress pants and matching jacket are ruined as is the shell I wore under the jacket.<br />
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It's such a shock that everything is in slow motion - taking seconds to happen. I didnt even try to jump out of the way.'<br />
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"Googles your friend, Mom" echoed thru my head so I faithfully tried all the miracles -none worked.<br />
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The dry cleaner today told me if red wine ever spills to not try anything!!! Leave it to him. I will see result Saturday:)JeanMachttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14536421799031706759noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5851364340813373912.post-20702007474260542013-03-20T21:42:00.002-07:002013-03-20T21:42:34.336-07:00Lost and Found!Our son and DIL had luggage checked by security. To their consternation, they felt the GSP had gone missing.<br />
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we got an email saying the inspector had made such a mess that the GSP ended up hidden in a shoe -maybe his idea of humor??<br />
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Was happy to hear that it was located as was disappointed to think an official would do something like that.JeanMachttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14536421799031706759noreply@blogger.com1