Sunday, September 30, 2012

Signs Found In The Kitchen (But not mine. Yet!)

Not my kitchen...just one from an image search!

So this isn't Home Sweet Home ... Adjust!

Ring bell for maid service. If no answer, do it yourself!

I clean house every other day. Today is the other day.

If you write in the dust, please don't date it!

I would cook dinner but I can't find the can opener!

A clean kitchen is the sign of a wasted life.

My house was clean last week, too bad you missed it!

I came, I saw, I decided to order take out.

If you don't like my standards of cooking ...lower your standards.

Although you'll find our house a mess, Come in, sit down,converse.

It doesn't always look like this: Some days it's evenworse.

A messy kitchen is a happy kitchen, and this kitchen is delirious.

A balanced diet is a cookie in each hand!

Thou shalt not weigh more than thy refrigerator.

Blessed are they who can laugh at themselves for theyshall never cease to be amused.

Countless number of people have eaten in this kitchen andgone on to lead normal lives.

My next house will have no kitchen ... just vending machines.

I'd live life in the fast lane, but I am married to a speed bump.

Mother does not live here any more, clean up your own mess.

Martha Stewart doesn't live here!!

(And that's "A good thing"!)  


Saturday, September 22, 2012

Deb's Homemade Salsa

This is what my salsa looked like when completed.

About two weeks ago, I had an overabundance of tomatoes from our garden sitting on my counter that I needed to do something with, and I had an epiphany. Make salsa with those and some of the green peppers also harvested from the garden. But where to start?

I did some digging and reading of recipes online, and printed off a recipe that came close to what I had on hand. From that point on though, it was up to me to change-out what I didn't have for what I did. Meanwhile, I was also writing down the different items I used, so that I could reproduce the recipe IF it was something like we liked.

Well, it was...I wanted spicy and I got spicy...and then some, and it passed my brother's taste test 200%!  He, himself, has eaten almost 2/3rds of the jar!  LOL

So here it own salsa recipe!

Deb’s Homemade Salsa:

(Yields about a quart)

6-8 large tomatoes, peeled and diced
1 large onions, minced
2+ large green bell peppers, diced
2-3 large cloves, minced
3 T. white vinegar
2 T. olive oil or vegetable oil
3 T. sugar (optional, but I used it)
2-3 T. lemon pepper 
1-2 T. red pepper flakes
8 drops of Tabasco sauce 

Place all the ingredients in a saucepan, bring to boil and let simmer until the tomatoes and peppers are at least half-cooked. During this time, taste and adjust ingredients accordingly…but this alone is very spicy as is!

Place in jars, seal according to directions and…



Friday, September 21, 2012

"Secrets in the Cellar": My thoughts

Last night, I finished reading, "Secrets in the Cellar", by John Glatt, and it has had my brain churning ever since. When this story broke, it shocked the world and it still shocks me because of the horror that one man can inflict on others.

I have always believed that we all have a darker side to us, but most of us can keep that in check throughout our lives. But one has to wonder if such evil is not the result of childhood circumstances but rather something built into some individuals. 

Because of my own therapy over the years, I have learned that our childhoods can and do have a bearing as to how we turn out later in life. However, I am not so sure with men like Josef Fritzl, Charles Manson, and many of the other serial rapists and murderers. There HAS to be a glitch in their mental wiring some place.

We live in a world today where diagnoses run rampant, there is a name for about every affliction on earth. The way I see it, is there is one diagnoses that doesn't get used in the medical field...and that goes beyond insane, straight to "evil". 

With people that show no emotion, have no remorse for the things they have done, something is incredibly wrong. I truly believe that it heads far past being an narcissist, that the person isn't really a person at all. They lack the very thing that makes us human...compassion, empathy, love, etc.

The Josef Fritzl case, as well as many others, intrigue me even though I know that I will never be able to comprehend what drives people to do the things they do. Yet I read on, learn more about the mind...and law, and the survivors. 

I did a brief search online this morning to learn more about what became of Elisabeth Fritzl and her children, and there's little to find. I wish them well, and hope that they all can have some semblance of a normal life.

Thanks for reading!


Saturday, September 15, 2012

Secrets in the cellar...the Josef Fritzl story

For the first time in over a year, I have actually picked up a book and began reading again...and it feels good to do so. And although I have varied tastes in reading material, I have been drawn to true crime books over the past several years...because there is a drive within me to try and understand what drives these monsters to do what they do.

The book I grabbed yesterday, was "Secrets in the Cellar" by John Glatt...and my (hard) copy looks exactly like that in the photo above. I honestly didn't think that I would be able to 'get into' this book...but for me it's been a page turner.

I am not yet halfway through it, but from everything I have read so far, there is so much here that is detailed far beyond what the media ever knew or reported. Fritzl is a monster and I can't believe he walked free as long as he did.

( He imprisoned his daughter for over 20 years in the cellar and fathered several children with her...secretly.)

I don't wish to spoil the story, only to highlight the fact that he is an abomination that should have never been born...he terrorized everyone around him for far too long. Even looking at his photos you can see the evil in his eyes.

If you enjoy true crime, this is a must read. 

Thanks for dropping by...


Sunday, September 9, 2012

Being Green

[This is something that I read on Facebook, and it shares a point that we could all learn from.]

Checking out at the store, the young cashier suggested to the older woman, that she should bring her own grocery bags because plastic bags weren't good for the environment. 

The woman apologized and explained, "We didn't have this green thing back in my earlier days." 

The young clerk responded, "That's our problem today. Your generation did not care enough to save our environment for future generations." 

She was right -- our generation didn't have the green thing in its day. 

Back then, we returned milk bottles, soda bottles and beer bottles to the store. The store sent them back to the plant to be washed and sterilized and refilled, so it could use the same bottles over and over. So they really were truly recycled. 

But we didn't have the green thing back in our day. 

Grocery stores bagged our groceries in brown paper bags, that we reused for numerous things, most memorable besides household garbage bags, was the use of brown paper bags as book covers for our schoolbooks. This was to ensure that public property, (the books provided for our use by the school) was not defaced by our scribblings. Then we were able to personalize our books on the brown paper bags. 

But too bad we didn't do the green thing back then. 

We walked up stairs, because we didn't have an escalator in every store and office building. We walked to the grocery store and didn't climb into a 300-horsepower machine every time we had to go two blocks. 

But she was right. We didn't have the green thing in our day. 

Back then, we washed the baby's diapers because we didn't have the throwaway kind. We dried clothes on a line, not in an energy-gobbling machine burning up 220 volts -- wind and solar power really did dry our clothes back in our early days. Kids got hand-me-down clothes from their brothers or sisters, not always brand-new clothing. 

But that young lady is right; we didn't have the green thing back in our day. 

Back then, we had one TV, or radio, in the house -- not a TV in every room. And the TV had a small screen the size of a handkerchief (remember them?), not a screen the size of the state of Montana. In the kitchen, we blended and stirred by hand because we didn't have electric machines to do everything for us. When we packaged a fragile item to send in the mail, we used wadded up old newspapers to cushion it, not Styrofoam or plastic bubble wrap. Back then, we didn't fire up an engine and burn gasoline just to cut the lawn. We used a push mower that ran on human power. We exercised by working so we didn't need to go to a health club to run on treadmills that operate on electricity. 

But she's right; we didn't have the green thing back then. 

We drank from a fountain when we were thirsty instead of using a cup or a plastic bottle every time we had a drink of water. We refilled writing pens with ink instead of buying a new pen, and we replaced the razor blades in a razor instead of throwing away the whole razor just because the blade got dull. 

But we didn't have the green thing back then. 

Back then, people took the streetcar or a bus and kids rode their bikes to school or walked instead of turning their moms into a 24-hour taxi service. We had one electrical outlet in a room, not an entire bank of sockets to power a dozen appliances. And we didn't need a computerized gadget to receive a signal beamed from satellites 23,000 miles out in space in order to find the nearest burger joint. 

But isn't it sad the current generation laments how wasteful we old folks were just because we didn't have the green thing back then? 

Please forward this on to another selfish old person who needs a lesson in conservation from a smartass young person. 

We don't like being old in the first place, so it doesn't take much to piss us off.

Thanks for reading...D