Tuesday, December 15, 2009
Yes, they are popular. One must have a BIG bag. They are no longer called purses for those left wondering. Three guys in my 'hood now carry them everywhere. The question for many observers, "What could they possibly contain that must be lugged to and from every destination???" Essentials: car key, driver's license, credit card (or a wad of cash), phone. For the gals, perhaps a comb and lip gloss. With door codes, the office key and home key can be eliminated. Perhaps it's the lowcut style of pants that won't allow the essentials to be stuffed in a back hip pocket and leaves our women carring baggage enough for a two-week vacation and our men carrying purses.
Monday, December 7, 2009
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Thursday, October 15, 2009
- bacon cooking at the drug rehab center
- campfires in Nunn's Park
- pancakes in neighborhood kitchens
- purple petunias
- wet leaves
- moss along the Provo River
- diesel smoke from the Heber Creeper
I few surprises today as I sniffed along:
- sweet, insense-like smoke from a passing Audi (perhaps texting while driving takes a back seat to this)
- glue from an old guy's (at least my age) 7-up bottle as he walked the trail - must be working on repairs ?
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
So, I'm walking behind this kid at the Lord's University, and I totally saw his under-the-jeans unmentionable through a huge rip among the many rips all over the outfit. I really wasn't looking. My first impulse was to let him know so that he could cover up, but thought better. Perplexed, I wondered for several minutes if his mom would have wanted me to help him out, and now somehow I'd let her down.
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
Result - flooded floor, drawers, cupboards in Room #1. Begin mopping.
Realization - Room #2 is now flooding from the breadmaking clean up. Run full steam back to that room to turn off the water. Begin mopping....and mopping....and mopping....and mopping....
Monday, September 28, 2009
What's not to like with vegetables? I'm surprised at how foreign vegetables are to my students. If a dinner doesn't have at least two vegetables as sides and a salad as well, it doesn't feel complete. I find myself feeling like I should eat more tomatoes just because by Wednesday (so says the weather man) they will all be frozen. After they're gone, we will survive on those tasteless things in the stores that are labeled "tomatoes." My recipe to you:
Squash in Sour Cream
1 ½ pounds Hubbard or Acorn squash
2 Tbsp. Butter, divided
1 tsp. sugar
1 Tbs. instant onion (blend dried minced onion in blender until the size of sesame seeds)
1/4 tsp. salt
1/4 tsp. dill weed
1/2 cup sour cream
pepper, 1/4 tsp. Mrs. Dash seasoning and 1/8 tsp. dill weed to sprinkle on top
1. Scrub the squash, cut half and remove the seeds.
2. Cut in smaller sections to fit in the pan.
3. Cover the squash with water and bring to a boil on high heat. Lower temperature to a low boil and cook about 15 minutes, or until tender.
4. Drain the squash in a colander and cool with running cold water. Using a spoon, remove the squash from its shell and cut into bite-sized pieces.
5. Melt 1 Tbsp. butter in a saucepan or in the saucepan that was used to cook the squash.
6. Add the squash to the saucepan with the butter, cover with a lid and toss the squash to coat with butter. Sprinkle with 1 tsp. sugar.
Sauce to squeeze over the cooked squash at serving time:
1. Melt remaining 1 Tbsp. butter, add onion; remove from heat.
2. Add sour cream, salt and ¼ teaspoon dill weed, stir well.
3. Place hot squash on platter; sprinkle with pepper.
4. Place dill sauce in zip lock bag. Snip a small part of a corner and pipe all the sour cream mixture over the squash.
5. Sprinkle with 1/8 teaspoon dill weed and Mrs. Dash Seasoning.
Saturday, September 19, 2009
Friday, September 18, 2009
Surprisingly good combinations:
strawberry freezer jam - sharp cheddar cheese
saltine crackers - honey
tuna - mustard
swiss chard - garlic
tender new lettuce - sugar
fish - mayonnaise & pickles (tartar sauce)
french fries - Wendy's chocolate shake
fresh green beans - bacon & new potatoes
swiss cheese - avacados
grilled cheese sandwiches - ketchup (a family favorite)
apple juice - rice crispies (thanks Tyler)
fresh tomatoes - mayonnaise and toast
red licorish - apples
popcorn - dots
Thursday, September 17, 2009
The garage door guy is now gone, claiming that he forgot his tools (yeah) and I'll probably sit around all day waiting for him to work up the courage to come back. These particular snakes are sneaky. They wait until I am calmly digging away in my yard, gently admiring a new flower, or relaxing by my bubbling fountain to jump out from their hiding place, rearing up unexpectedly in full length, with fangs bared.
I can't take it any longer. Last summer I decided to change my mindset and just love them for eating bugs. By the end of summer, however, I had received counsel from Jeanne to "kill them with a shovel - there are no good snakes - ya gotta be fast." As hard as it was, I switched to snake retaliation and snuffed out each one I saw. However, I soon became weary of running to fetch the shovel in time to behead them and once again resolved to put up with them.....UNTIL NOW....I am sharpening my shovel.
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
After returning from a road trip to Jackson Hole, Wyoming, I let my mind wander to some of the restroom perplexities of life.
- Why is the height of some toilet paper dispensers at ankle height?
- Why are some paper towel dispensers above shoulder height, allowing water to run from your hands to your armpits before the paper snatch can be achieved?
- Is there a reason that there is only a 4-inch hole from which to fish for the end of the toilet paper that is on an eighteen-inch mega roll?
- How are we to guess which arm waving gyration will illicit the dispensation of papers, lotions, foams?
- After washing your hands, are we really safe from deadly disease for the day if we open the door with a towel, then hold the door open while balancing on one foot so that we can make the trash can shot?
- What is the average number of pumps to the foam or soap dispenser for a thorough hand clean?
- Do those flat rolls of toilet paper that stop after you've taken two squares really save trees?
- Are the new foams a money saver or do the pouches that they come in cost the owner more?
- Does toilet paper that is as thin as the wings of a gnat requiring the user to pull off 350 yards in order to accumulate a finger-tip wad really cut back on total paper usage?
- How many paper towels does it take to dry hands and doesn't it depend on the size and thickness of the towel?
- Is there a huge lucrative market for inventing a truly unique and confusing restroom paper or soap dispenser?
- Whatever happened to those cloth towels that you dried your hands on and then they wrapped back up into the machine?
- Did the guy who picked up those dirty towels die of some dread disease?
- Do most people just wipe their hands on their dirty jeans (which have been sitting in who-knows-what over time) after trying the power air dryer?
- How do the cleaning people feel about clean-up after liquid soaps vs. foams?
- Does an increase in mileage between available restroom facilities directly correspond to a decrease in cleanliness?
- When the sign says, "Restrooms Are For Customers Only," and your car doesn't need gas, do most people buy something to be a customer?
- If we didn't consume a cooler full of snacks and drinks, would there be a need for all the stops?
Thursday, July 30, 2009
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
- there's always someone else to blame
- most tasks are better done by someone older or younger
- one can hang out comfortably in the middle (in gatherings as well as on controversial topics)
- you probably won't die first- you probably won't die last
- comfort is given in knowing that you will always know more and know less
- when there was someone to pound on, availability was not a problem
- advice can be found from both directions
- warmth is found within in a sandwich
Thursday, June 25, 2009
- The smells of Little Leaf Linden, Honeysuckle, and Russian Olive
- Easy shifting
- A cool bell that allows a warning signal as I flash by
- A sky roof where I can see Timp and Cascade Mts.
- Parking in my office
- Simplicity in carrying only what fits in the little bag under the seat
- Speed (admittedly faster each day)
- Relaxation that only wind in your face can give
- Keeping up with my bike pals
Monday, June 15, 2009
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
When I tired of teaching, I sought an escape through a Master's Degree in Instructional Technology, complete with code and web design. Short story - I'm still in teaching. All said and done, I've had an amazingly fun ride as a teacher and love it. Nothing can be harder, more distressing, complex, exhausting, and exhilarating than this path.
I didn't plan to be a career woman, but have been grateful for the choice to persue an amazing occupation. Life has thrown my sweetheart and me some curves that required my profession, my health insurance, and the knowledge earned in the classroom.
The other night as I lay waiting for the slumber bug to hit, I reminised the HYSTERICAL classroom moments that have provided laughter:
- watching a dreadlocked, baggie-panted, hoodie-wearing, mean-looking, soft-hearted male student run to fly his personally-sewn kite for the points needed to graduate high school while holding up his pants with his free hand
- admiring Mrs. Stewart and Mrs. Cluff waving and laughing at their classes from their car as they circled the parking lot, blowing their horn because they'd arrived late to class after lunch
- turning off the lights and hiding with my whole class from Heather
- seeing high school students fight over who got to take home Walter (our pre-school guinea pig) for a long weekend
- alarming the front office and administrators with a briefcase bomb
- observing what happens when ice is thrown into a deep-fat fryer
- sewing through my own finger immediately after bragging that it'd never happened to me
- gluing a Skittles rainbow onto contruction paper and knowing my daily rate of pay
- taking 25 students to watch a cow be slaughtered
- having the nick-name Lizaird Lazerock
- being thrown over a student's shoulder and carried out of the classroom while demanding recognition of authority
- making ball-sized cookies
- chopping nuts
- helping a frustrated student set in a tailored sleeve by totally taking over and putting it neatly in upside-down
- allowing a student to make a jacket out of clear vinyl
- teaching sex education
- spotting girls from my beginning gymnastics class and them believing that I could do it
- emptying the pee-filled chalk bucket used for the uneven parallel bars
- finding out years after the fact that two of my students drank booze in my classroom on a regular basis from their 32 oz. soda cups
- slamming my shin into my desk drawer then jamming pins into my palm then staggering into the edge of a door during a lecture
- turning on the lights and setting up "the steaming cup of coffee"
- driving the school bus, parking the school bus, abandoning the school bus
- seeing the Rhodes dough teddy bear's belly button change position during bake time
- yelling at Dr. B.
- Dr. B.'s copyright hit-list
- Mr. O.'s buttermint stretch
- laying in my bubblebath at home during parent teacher conference
- eating at the Ideal Cafe with Marthanne
- finding my own fingernail in a hand-dipped chocolate
- hearing that a student thinks my socks are stupid
- riding a skateboard on my head before the entire studentbody
- falling flat-out on the floor from my platform shoes before a class
- lecturing with oreos in my teeth
- measuring the inseam and chest
- realizing that so few people care
- docking 2 points
Monday, March 30, 2009
Saturday, March 7, 2009
After recognizing another familiar face in a crowd, I did a little mental math. On average, I've met, learned names, and taught around 300 students per year x 30 years = 9,000 faces that I could recognize in a crowd.
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
This is from a presentation that I give to my students in Advanced Food Preparation at BYU.
Sunday, March 1, 2009
You see Mt. Timpanogos in the background and Sundance just in front of Timp. The photo is from the top of Brighton, off Great Western lift.
These are my mountains and sometimes I don't like to share. On my lift rides to the top I rarely meet a local. Everyone seems to travel from far places to enjoy my mountains. Being on top of the world and breathing the crisp air that has the faint smell of pine as you pass groves of trees, is about as good as it gets. When crowds clog the runs, I feel that these strangers are violating my personal space. When I grow up I will be able to ski midweek again and my friends on the lifts will be welcome again.
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Last night I met for dinner with 6 high school pals. We visited and laughed for over 2 hours. Three of the ladies are working on our THIRTY FIFTH high school reunion so they naturally shared information about people they had contacted, informing us about interesting details.
Then they pulled out the DEATH LIST, confirmed information about 23 poor souls that have gone to the great beyond. A poster honoring the dead was hurriedly altered at the last reunion because one person wasn't really dead. It left a gaping hole with bits of glue and paper. Since last reunion, we think he has died and will go back on the poster.
I suggested sticky tak to post the names this time. Glad I'm with the living...
Saturday, February 21, 2009
- I've skewered my hat and goggles off on a low branch - BUT NEVER HAD A STICK POKING OUT OF MY HEAD.
- Ive worn the same long underwear skiing all 40 years - BUT NEVER HAVE WORN THE SAME OUTER WEAR FOR OVER FIFTEEN.
- I've caught an edge and gently bumped into a tree - BUT NEVER HIT A SIGN, BOUNCED OFF AND HIT A TREE BREAKING BOTH LEGS, SEVERAL RIBS, AND PUNCTURING A LUNG.
- I've broken fingernails by gouging my hand into hard snow (or a rock) - BUT NEVER MADE THE SNOW LOOK LIKE A CHERRY SNOWCONE BY BLEEDING PROFUSELY UPON IT.
- I've hit a rope and dislodged the poles attached to it - BUT NEVER TWEEKED MY KNEE BY HITTING A VERY LOW ROPE LEATHALLY.
- I've been stuck up a tree with my skiis on - BUT NEVER FLIPPED UPSIDE DOWN AND LANDED IN A TREE HEAD-DOWN NEEDING RESCUE FROM BELOW.
- I've forgotten my ski pants and skiied in in my long underwear - BUT NEVER HAVE I LOST ALL LAYERS OF CLOTHING AND EXPOSED MY BARE BOTTOM TO ONLOOKERS.
- I've come upon many a man relieving himself in the forest - BUT, LACKING THE EQUIPMENT, HAVE NEVER HAD OPPORTUNITY TO DO SO MYSELF.
- I've spent a bit of $ to enjoy the lifts - BUT NEVER HAVE I HAD TO SPEND $5,000 TO BE AIRLIFTED OFF THE MOUNTAIN (Saw that today).
- I've threatend my children that they would do more chores if they didn't ski - BUT NEVER SCREAMED THAT I "WOULD PUT THEM IN SKI SCHOOL" IF THEY DIDN'T SKI WITH ME (Heard that today).
- I've been stuck on a cliff and had to inch my way to safety - BUT NEVER FLOWN OFF A CLIFF LANDING FLAT AND LIFELESS.
- I've flown off a cliff landing flat and lifeless - BUT NEVER HAVE SET UP A PERSON LIKE I WAS TO FLY OFF A CLIFF.
All things considered...........I'm a lucky gal.