I was talking to my cube mate Claudia about wearing my CPAP and how the other night I woke up with a wet chin. It was because the temperature in my bedroom was cool and the warm moist air from the CPAP formed condensation inside my mask. She asked what temp I keep my heat at and I told her 58 degrees. Neasha, my other cube mate, was in shock and said she keeps her heat at 74 degrees. I would die if it was 74 in my house. I think it is easier to breathe when it is cooler.
I am anticipating the arrival of our friend Art, who loves the warmer weather- which is why he is coming to visit us from New England. The only thing is we will have to turn up the heat when he comes for his health and well-being. He gets chilled very easy but it is just for two weeks so I can sit around in shorts & tshirt while he is here.
When it got cold in our house and we would say to Mom, "Maaah, it's cold in here", and she would reply, "well go put a sweat-aaah on". I miss the thick accent from home. "What are you retaaaaaarded"?
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
Tuesday, December 29, 2009
Boom De ah Dah
I was reading someone else's blog and came across this commerical which I find awesome. I love Stephen Hawking saying in his synthesied voice, "Boom De ah Dah"
What is your favorite commercial? You either love her or hate her. I love Flo from the Progressive commercials. "I like cashmere socks"
Saturday, December 26, 2009
Monday, December 21, 2009
quoting Beth from work
Beth is talking to Neasha who sits on other side of me (Claudia on right, Neasha on left) telling her how dry her Christmas tree is and how she has to fill the water and spray it to keep it moist. She said, "it is drier than a powderhouse". I have never heard that before.
I wrote some of these down after hearing someone say it here in SC:
Done did it
drunk as a cricket in a hubcap
Don't you fret none
How's your Mom-an-em?
I went out on the internet to look some of these up and this is what I found:
As tasty as a lard sandwich and a glass of ice water.
He’s all vine and no tomatoes.
If brains were gasoline he wouldn’t have enough to ride a motor scooter around the inside of a doughnut.
All his biscuits ain’t done.
So sick I’d have to get better to die.
Too thick to drink and too wet to plow.
That really chaps my gizzard.
If wishes were fishes we’d all have a fry.
So dry the trees were hunting dogs.
The devil owed him a debt and paid him in son-in-laws.
He got the fuzzy end of the lollipop.
Two days older than God.
Hidden in the basement like a crazy aunt.
Handy as hip pockets on a hog.
All hat and no cattle.
Dumber than dirt.
Older than two trees.
If ya’ cain’t run with the big dogs...stay on the porch.
Like a one-legged man at a butt-kicking contest.
Like a long-tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs.
Tighter than bark on a tree.
Like ugly on an ape.
Dumb as a box of rocks.
Ugly as a mud fence.
Crooked as a dog’s hind leg.
Like a gnat in a hailstorm.
Dumb as a box of hammers.
Beat him like a rented mule.
She could talk the legs off a chair.
He’s all hat and no horse.
She said that he’s all cattle and no prod.
If that ain’t a fact, God’s a possum.
So dry the catfish are carrying canteens.
He’s so busy, you’d think he was twins.
He’ll squeeze a nickel till the buffalo craps.
It’s so dry, the trees are bribing the dogs.
I wrote some of these down after hearing someone say it here in SC:
Done did it
drunk as a cricket in a hubcap
Don't you fret none
How's your Mom-an-em?
I went out on the internet to look some of these up and this is what I found:
As tasty as a lard sandwich and a glass of ice water.
He’s all vine and no tomatoes.
If brains were gasoline he wouldn’t have enough to ride a motor scooter around the inside of a doughnut.
All his biscuits ain’t done.
So sick I’d have to get better to die.
Too thick to drink and too wet to plow.
That really chaps my gizzard.
If wishes were fishes we’d all have a fry.
So dry the trees were hunting dogs.
The devil owed him a debt and paid him in son-in-laws.
He got the fuzzy end of the lollipop.
Two days older than God.
Hidden in the basement like a crazy aunt.
Handy as hip pockets on a hog.
All hat and no cattle.
Dumber than dirt.
Older than two trees.
If ya’ cain’t run with the big dogs...stay on the porch.
Like a one-legged man at a butt-kicking contest.
Like a long-tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs.
Tighter than bark on a tree.
Like ugly on an ape.
Dumb as a box of rocks.
Ugly as a mud fence.
Crooked as a dog’s hind leg.
Like a gnat in a hailstorm.
Dumb as a box of hammers.
Beat him like a rented mule.
She could talk the legs off a chair.
He’s all hat and no horse.
She said that he’s all cattle and no prod.
If that ain’t a fact, God’s a possum.
So dry the catfish are carrying canteens.
He’s so busy, you’d think he was twins.
He’ll squeeze a nickel till the buffalo craps.
It’s so dry, the trees are bribing the dogs.
Friday, December 18, 2009
Little hidden Peas in French
pois caché
That might not mean anything to you but it is what Mom would make in her large Corningware casserole pan. She would put the hamburg beef down first, followed by a layer of peas and then topped with mashed potatoes. It is "Shepard's Pie" when made with corn but Mom always called it s'pois caché.
She also taught us the wrong way to say "colander" To this day I am not sure if it is Co-lander or Coll-ender. I only wish I could hear her speak French again, or sing it like she use to.
That might not mean anything to you but it is what Mom would make in her large Corningware casserole pan. She would put the hamburg beef down first, followed by a layer of peas and then topped with mashed potatoes. It is "Shepard's Pie" when made with corn but Mom always called it s'pois caché.
She also taught us the wrong way to say "colander" To this day I am not sure if it is Co-lander or Coll-ender. I only wish I could hear her speak French again, or sing it like she use to.
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
MATH
Rick is in school going for his certification in welding. The class is being offered by the local community college but it is tied into Quick Stops, which is run by Unemployment. Supposedly it is also being funded by Nuclear Power Plant they are building up in NC so they can get qualified welders at $22 bucks an hour. I look forward to the day that I don't have to water down my laundry detergent to stretch it and can actually afford "TIDE".
In the meantime he is driving me crazy trying to figure out his math problems. How come math is so difficult? What do I care about X+Y=Z? Does that really make my Footlocker orders with new Reebok EasyTones ship any faster? NAH!
By the way, the shoes do make your butt firmer.
In the meantime he is driving me crazy trying to figure out his math problems. How come math is so difficult? What do I care about X+Y=Z? Does that really make my Footlocker orders with new Reebok EasyTones ship any faster? NAH!
By the way, the shoes do make your butt firmer.
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
Men bashing at work
I probably will get sent to HR for this but I just posted this little sign in my cube:
Three Wise Men....seriously
I think it is funny so I put it up. If I lose my job over it, just means someone took offense to my sense of humor.
Three Wise Men....seriously
I think it is funny so I put it up. If I lose my job over it, just means someone took offense to my sense of humor.
Friday, December 4, 2009
Christmas in New Bedford
I remember going to Clasky/Common Park when I was little to see all the Christmas Lights. I am glad they brought that back again. It's also great to see NB Voke help with the displays.
I remember going to see Mitch Miller downtown with the annual Mitch Miller Sing a long. I loved hearing Mom sing louder than everyone else. It was great to get the community together caroling. We still have the carol books in the piano seat. The Christmas tree in front of the library was always pretty. I think it even snowed one year. Downtown use to put lights up on the telephone poles it was never put up early (before Thanksgiving). I remember poinsetta plants in Dad's window, before the remodeled front.
I thought the fishing boats use to put lights up on their masts but now I remember it was probably for First Night. I did see play Scrooge one year at NBHS.
I remember going to see Mitch Miller downtown with the annual Mitch Miller Sing a long. I loved hearing Mom sing louder than everyone else. It was great to get the community together caroling. We still have the carol books in the piano seat. The Christmas tree in front of the library was always pretty. I think it even snowed one year. Downtown use to put lights up on the telephone poles it was never put up early (before Thanksgiving). I remember poinsetta plants in Dad's window, before the remodeled front.
I thought the fishing boats use to put lights up on their masts but now I remember it was probably for First Night. I did see play Scrooge one year at NBHS.
Thursday, December 3, 2009
Post-Thanksgiving Praise
Sometimes there are things in this world that just make me have to stop and Thank God for who/what I am and all that I have. My procrastination on doing this just shows you who I am. Better late than never...I will be late to my own funeral.
I am a happy, healthy woman who has a wonderful husband, a new home to come home to everynight, two families (O'Malley/Doty) who care about me, a job that is challenging yet pays me for my hard work, and food in my fridge. I was listening to the Christian radio station here and how there are so many people who don't even know where their next meal is going to come from that it just made me pause and give thanks to God for the things I do have.
Even with Rick still being unemployed, we are covering our bills and we were able to buy a house. He started school and is getting happier that he has purpose to his life again. The holidays are here and even though money is tight, we have the ability to give our family gifts this year. I even might send out Christmas Cards this year! Not that anyone noticed I didn't send them last year. But that is just one of the little things that I have to be thankful for this year. Money might be tight, but we are able to buy food and stamps. (or we need foodstamps!)
Happy Post Thanksgiving Everyone and Love you all to pieces (or to the Moon and back)
I am a happy, healthy woman who has a wonderful husband, a new home to come home to everynight, two families (O'Malley/Doty) who care about me, a job that is challenging yet pays me for my hard work, and food in my fridge. I was listening to the Christian radio station here and how there are so many people who don't even know where their next meal is going to come from that it just made me pause and give thanks to God for the things I do have.
Even with Rick still being unemployed, we are covering our bills and we were able to buy a house. He started school and is getting happier that he has purpose to his life again. The holidays are here and even though money is tight, we have the ability to give our family gifts this year. I even might send out Christmas Cards this year! Not that anyone noticed I didn't send them last year. But that is just one of the little things that I have to be thankful for this year. Money might be tight, but we are able to buy food and stamps. (or we need foodstamps!)
Happy Post Thanksgiving Everyone and Love you all to pieces (or to the Moon and back)
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