Saturday, April 14, 2018

Secondhand Marijuana smoke



Okay folks, I admit it...I am square. I don't like the smell of pot. Period.

I've been this way since I was 18 and nothing's changed since. When I left my last pot-smoking boyfriend, I had high hopes I would not smell that stuff ever again. Boy...was I wrong.

When my son and I moved into this apartment last October, the fun began. The people who live across the hall from us, a fellow probably in his late 20s or early 30s and a couple of young gals who I would be inclined to think/hope were in their late teens or early 20s really seem to like to puff their days away. Constantly. 

If we walk out our apartment door we plow into an unseen cloud of pot smoke that about chokes us to death. I am being dead serious here. It's horrible and it even seeps in under our door and into our apartment at times. Ticks me off.

I know you are thinking that I should report them. I have...to the office that manages this place. They served the people across the hall with a warning. Ha! That lasted maybe a week. I called to complain again that it was still going on and they asked me to call the police. I did and the female officer I talked to said she could come out but it was up to management to evict these people not the police.

I talked to my son and daughter about it and they were seriously concerned about repercussions. See--they know that there are some pretty freaky looking people that have come and gone from that apartment...none of which I would trust. My son reminded me that I would have to open the apartment door to make and sign the complaint, thus letting the neighbors know that I was the one that blew them in. So I haven't done anything but mulled this over in my head.

We found out about a week ago that someone (but not me) had turned them into child abuse. Good! I have complained about the fact my grandchildren are in and out of here a couple times a week, all under the age of 16. Above us, there are two little girls...one about 19 months and the other about 9 months old. Those babies certainly don't need to be breathing that crap! Unbelievable!

So as it stands...we're just waiting. I am not sure what comes next. Maybe I will just royally blow a gasket and confront these inconsiderate idiots. 

Take care and don't breathe too deep! LOL

Deb

Getting to know myself



If you'd asked me a few years ago if I could stand being by myself, I probably would have replied "No". In fact, I have never in all my adult years lived by myself or at least spent most of my time alone. I've always had someone there, a husband/significant other or other family member, so I was never really  alone. Since moving here, I have learned to enjoy the alone time...even for days at a time. 

I have gone through stages though to get to this point. The first stage was a deep loneliness, and with it came a round of depression almost as deep. The next stage was one of keeping myself busy with making my crochet items for my shop on Etsy. If I kept my mind and hands busy I couldn't think. The next stage I really began to enjoy the quiet and the ease of not having anyone to be here with me. I could do what I wanted, when I wanted and how I wanted. Pretty sad to come to this point as a 59 year old woman! LOL

In all honesty, I am glad that I have come to this point in my life. I am learning to deal with my depression and PTSD by myself, and don't always need to have someone to talk to about it. I've also stopped crying over little things. I had gotten to the point that just trivial things sent me into tears. That's now gone. At least for now. With depression and PTSD you never know.

I don't mind being single again, less stress and aggravation in the long run. I'm not a man hater or anything like that, I just have a very bad habit of choosing the wrong kind of men for me. At this time, I am just better off alone. 

Thanks for stopping by and have a great weekend!

Deb








Thursday, March 29, 2018

My New Favorite Meal: Chicken Marsala

Dinner is served

For those of you in the USA, I don't know if you've become familiar with Campbell's new products called: Campbell's Skillet Sauces. So far they have 4 choices to choose from and the one that I was introduced to was Chicken Marsala pictured below.




I was able to be there when it was being fixed by my daughter the first time I tried it. She told me that with your chicken breasts, you need to slice them in half width-wise, so you end up with twice as many pieces of chicken breasts. Below, here are the 2 chicken breasts that I sliced in half to get the 4 pieces. This way, the meat cooks quicker. Makes sense.



I used a large 12 inch skillet with 2 tablespoons of vegetable oil. (For some reason olive oil is bothering me.) I fried these until they were light brown on either side, making sure that they were cooked through. 


Then came the sauce. Because I wanted to have another serving for dinner tomorrow night and save the rest to freeze, I used 2 pouches of the Skillet sauce. As well, although there are mushrooms in the sauce already and because I love mushrooms, (my body will thank me for tonight's dinner! LOL) I used 2 small cans of mushroom stems and pieces as shown below.




So now, we have the chicken and sauce all put together and ready to simmer for a little bit, maybe 20 minutes or so, although the pouch says 5 minutes. I am really fussy about my meats being thoroughly cooked so I went beyond the 5 minutes until I felt satisfied the meat was done.




While the chicken and sauce simmered, I cooked gluten free Fettuccine.  Just enough to give me 2 meals. Once done, then it was time to serve myself, and as you can see above and below, dinner was served! (It doesn't matter what kind of pasta you use: bows, penne, you decide!)


Yum!



Now who wouldn't want this for dinner? 

Enjoy your evening folks! Thanks for stopping by!


Deb






Thursday, February 8, 2018

Thinking about knowing each other (in relationships)



I have been thinking about a lot of things over the last 4 - 5 months. Not to the point of obsessing, just trying to puzzle out some things we deal with in life.

One of the things that I've learned over the years is that we can spend a long time with someone...yet never really 'know' them. Or they 'knowing' you. I have to wonder how that can be when this person started and for the most part remained my best friend, yet we really didn't know each other. This happened many times.

Some place along the line we stopped learning and wanting to learn about each other.

Why?

Was it after the first couple of hurts...where words were said that hurt feelings or actions that betrayed feelings? I don't know...not for sure.

I know for me, my feelings are easily hurt, but it's even worse when words that were hurled at me were said with menace. I actually keep a tally mentally in my head of how many times I am made to cry, or feel belittled. And yes...I did go through this with the past male I was with. (I can't call him a man for my own personal reasons.) In all the relationships I've been in...this last one made me cry more times than I can count. 

Why are some humans so bent on hurting others, and being so vindictive? I never meant to hurt anyone but but I sure accumulated a ton of hurts. And yes--I can be vindictive when pushed.

Anyway...that's about all I have to say for now. 

Take care and be careful with your words and actions. 

D

Wednesday, November 8, 2017

What goes around…



My parents were married in 1956, in a Catholic church. Mom was Protestant. That very fact that she was, caused a lot of issues to rise on my dad’s side of the family, all devout Catholics.
I’m really not sure how well my mom was liked by her in-laws, but in the years to follow, despite the family’s animosity, she refused to convert to dad’s religion.
Mom was a gentle woman, very loving and giving. She wasn’t one to meddle in other’s affairs yet she stood her ground when she believed she was right. I was born in 1958 and by the time that I was 6 or 7, a silent war raged on that I was unaware of.
Mom wanted me to know both religions, so I went to church school at a Baptist church on Tuesday afternoons as a time-release from my regular schooling. On Saturdays, one of my parents drove me to another church school at the family’s church (St. Vincent) for a couple of hours of Catholic teachings. This went on for at least a year, maybe two.
I remember that one day, sometime after my first communion (age 8) my uncle and a priest showed up at our front door. What followed was a yelling match between them and my mom…and I hid behind her skirt in fear. My uncle and the priest (from St. Vincent’s) ordered my mom to take me out of the Baptist church school…which my mom refused to do.
My dad? He pretty much refused to get into the middle of the issue…siding neither with my mom nor his family. My dad was like that…he never said too much of anything and it was my mom that wore the true pants in the family…not dad. That little fact and the issue of my religious schooling only drove a bigger rift between my mom and her in-laws.
As I got older, I began to notice the strained relationships between my mom, my grandparents, my aunts and uncles. I also was aware that it was because of the religious differences. Yet life went on, my mom keeping much of this to herself to allow me the freedom to grow up without having to take sides.
It wasn’t until two years after mom’s death (when I was 16) that I found out my mom had gotten a last ‘ha-ha’ on my uncle…her version of ‘what-goes-around, comes-back-around-to-bite-ya-in-the-arse”!!!
Since we were diary farmers we usually had 2 or more cows butchered a year for our meat supply. It was at one of these times that my mom pulled a fast one on my uncle and it was a doozy!
A cow had gone to be butchered and the butcher always called and talked to my mom to see how she wanted our half to be cut up…steaks, roasts, hamburger and so forth. While they were on the phone, the butcher mentioned that he’d tried calling my uncle’s place but apparently neither he nor my aunt was there so that he could take their order as to how they wanted their meat divided.
Mom, thinking at the speed of lightning, replied, something to the effect of ‘oh--they’d left their order with her and they wanted their entire half of the cow made into hamburger‘!!!
As I said, I didn’t know about this little deed until about 2 years after her death. When another aunt told me about what mom had done, all I could do (and still do!) was laugh and laugh!
How could I not be proud of my mom?


[This was originally posted by me on Digital Journal November 10, 2010. My sister found it in her archives and reminded me of it this morning! Thank you Anastasia!]

Thanks for stopping by!

Deb

Wednesday, October 25, 2017

The Change (Photo Essay)

As the leaves begin to change


As the leaves change color and begin to fall, my time here in Michigan is coming to a close. In a matter of days, I will be headed back home...to a new home. A new chapter in my life.

I have continued to take photos of the changes the trees are undergoing, as well as getting some other photos of little critters as they come to visit.


This Maple tree only just beginning its transformation 

Around the lake more trees become bathed in new colors

It didn't take long for the leaves to change colors

It's hard to believe that time has passed so fast here, and I am able to witness Michigan's seasonal change. Sadly, I will have missed most of New York's color changes...but then again...maybe not.


This is across the lake from here

On this day, the wind was just howling...

The maple turned very fast!

A close up of the maple

The tree seemed almost to blush!

An oak tree at the side of the deck

A Sumac bush in the neighbor's yard.

See how fast the leaves began to thin out?

This was from yesterday (10/24/2017)


This is also the time of year when the squirrels and chipmunks start gathering their Winter food supply from where ever they can. Since the Oak tree has been dropping acorns like crazy, these little critters have been on the deck and I have had my camera ready!

Little Chippy

Posing for me! LOL

Squirrelly 

Another pose!

I will be sad to leave Michigan and my friends here but also happy to get home to my family. Good days are behind me as well as in front of me! 

Thanks for stopping by...

Have a great day!

Deb