Rambling over a ZipFizz: Guilt over Amazon Sunday Delivery

I normally ramble over coffee but I did indeed switch to a tropical fruit Zipfizz after I last posted.  I also got dressed, put some face cream and foundation on (to hide my never-going-away dark circles under my eyes) and tossed a load of laundry in the washer.

I have a delivery coming today (so my email tells me).  Amazon.  Frames. Vintage Walnut, Carbonized Black and Vintage White.  Along with another brand of Rustic Brown Barnwood.  Replacing the 4X6 frames I have around the house in the black and red cedar that went with the Tuscany decor I was forced into when we moved here.  (See my previous post.)  I looked locally but the prices were insane ($24.99 for ONE distressed white frame at Michaels, and poor choices and high prices even at Walmart.  No affordable options for 8 frames at TJMaxx or At Home... so Amazon it is.  They just make it so affordable and easy.)

I always feel guilty when Amazon delivers things on Sunday though.  I feel like we are so spoiled and pampered that we have to make someone deliver something stupid and little like a photo frame, on a Sunday?  And Amazon rushing to ship things to certain regions in hours... not days.  Hours.  How absolutely spoiled are we as a society that we think this is necessary?  I really, truly do not need my picture frames on a Sunday.  I could wait until Monday!  I just click on the 'free shipping' 5-7 days and get what I get.  I know someone is making money delivering today and it's their job.  So it's cool I guess.  But I still feel so embarrassed for our society that we think we should be able to order something on our phones and have it delivered to our doors within hours.   There are so many more important things in life.

WHY am I still here typing away boring thoughts in a post?  Because I've decided to stay home today.  The errands that need to be ran will be better ran not on a Sunday. Because the stores will be less busy on a random Tuesday than the weekend.  So... pink shorts, a green t-shirt, hair pulled back and barefoot.  I'm going to finish cleaning up the main floor bathroom that I repainted yesterday and then will do the pain-in-the-butt task of grinding meat.

Yes.  You read that right.  Because we don't buy ground beef from the store.  I grind it all myself so I know it comes from one cut of beef or pork - not up to 300-400 different cows and pigs.  More chance of e-coli and other things getting into the packaged meat.  I buy chuck roasts and pork loins and cut and grind it all myself.   I never used to buy the pork, as we aren't a big 'pork' loving family except for bacon (!!!) but I've discovered a love of using ground pork in my stir-fry instead of chicken (because I don't really care for chicken).  So today I'll be grinding 4 roasts and a really large pork loin.

But first... coffee tropical fruit flavored ZipFizz.

Rambling.... rambling, rambling over coffee..... ZipFizz B12, Friends, Big Bang Theory, Six Books, Painting

It's early Sunday morning.  Mr. Coffee is working and I'm here, in a silent house. I think the cup of coffee I'm brewing right now is number 3.  Not sure if I'll finish it though, as coffee is starting to taste 'meh' to me now which means I'm about 'over it' for the morning and will make it into iced coffee (so not to waste it) and then, will switch to ice water or a vitamin drink.

I've been loving ZipFizz Energy B12 drink packets lately.

Normally I drink coffee, then switch to sparkling waters and regular ice cold tap water, crushed ice and sometimes, maybe throw a sparkling hard seltzer in there, then every night one more crushed (pulverized) crushed ice eaten with a spoon while I surf the web or put in a Friends or Big Bang Theory DVD (I own both full dvd sets of the series.)  I used to enjoy a zero carb, zero sugar Monster once in a great while, but those were/are too sweet for me and the sweetness hurts my teeth.

I've been busy this week, but in my down time I've been studying and researching a couple random topics in deeper depth than I anticipated.  It started innocently enough with wanting to study 'women of the bible'.  Before I knew it, I was finding more and more offshoots of topics I couldn't wait to research even more.  Now, I sometimes feel as if I'm drowning in topics and information as I try to absorb all the interesting reading and point of views on the various branches of this - what I thought was simple - topic.  (Apocrypha, Agnes Smith Lewis and her sister Margaret Gibson (Westminster Sisters), a Protestant Marian cult of the fourth century, the “Six Books” Dormition Apocryphon and more.  It kind of ties in with what's going on in Germany right now too, and to some extent, here in the US. Some of these people are a little nutty.)

And I've been painting.  Again.

It's never ending in this house.  Has been since we moved in about 8 1/2 years ago.

This time I tackled the main floor bathroom. 

Remember the golden wheat/sage greenish khaki that was so popular 10 years ago?  Our entire house came in that shade - every inch of every wall - and it was a very 'sagey green' tint.  

(In hindsight I should have just started painting it the gray that I wanted to.  It was 2011-2012 and gray wasn't as popular as it is now, but it's what I wanted.  Grays and whites and neutrals. While most people were still doing golds, khaki's, reds and greens.  Tuscany.)  I wanted light gray walls, white furniture, neutral shades.  But I couldn't because of the stark contrast of the colors that would take me a year to repaint all the walls - looking goofy in the meantime, and the fact we had dogs and cats... so, no white leather furniture.  Claws and pet hair.

After a couple years of repainting the khaki green to a more khaki gold... I really really hated that too but couldn't do the gray I wanted yet.  And I was still pissed that I never got to do more neutral shades of walls and furniture.  BUT the cats passed away (old age) and our dogs are old now, and aren't destructive puppies anymore.  I COULD FINALLY DO WHAT I WANTED!  So I slowly switched to a grayish khaki - less gold.  And bought some oatmeal/cream colored furniture.

That is why I mention painting all the time.  Because it's a big house and I've had to repaint everything like, 4 times by now to slowly get from the sage green to gold to wheat to.... khaki gray.  Which isn't the light gray I'd love, but that gray got too popular and EVERYONE is doing it so I kind of don't want to for that reason, plus, it's a fad and will die out soon.  Perhaps this neutral "Loggia" color will suffice for a few years.

In the meantime, I still need to do the master bathroom, one guest room upstairs, a hallway and then... the basement.

... and I'm rambling.  It was just the coffee talking again.   Now, my coffee is cold.  The dogs are waiting to go out.  And... I need to decide what my goals and tasks are for today and make a game plan.

These are the ZipFizz I mentioned.  I'm currently loving the fruit punch (even though I hate every other thing flavored 'fruit punch').  I can only get fruit punch, orange and grape locally.    However, I can order a ton of different flavors online and I have to in my 'save for later' list!  I want the grapefruit and the pink lemonade flavors!

  Zipfizz Healthy Energy Drink Mix, Hydration with B12 and Multi Vitamins, Fruit Punch, 20 Count

  Zipfizz Healthy Energy Drink Mix, Hydration with B12 and Multi Vitamins, Orange Soda, 20 Count

  Zipfizz Healthy Energy Drink Mix, Hydration with B12 and Multi Vitamins, Black Cherry, 20 Count


From the news.....Female inmate says she was raped by transgender inmate who was transferred from men's to women's prison


A female prisoner being held in Illinois' largest women's prison claims she was raped by a biological male inmate who identifies as transgender and was allowed to transfer to the women's prison, according to a federal lawsuit filed last week.

The unidentified prisoner at the Logan Correctional Center in central Illinois claims she was sexually assaulted in June 2019 by Janiah Monroe, a transgender inmate who requested and was granted a transfer from a men's facility to the women's facility.

Monroe, who is a biological male who identifies as female yet still has male genitalia, moved into the plaintiff's unit on June 18, 2019 and immediately "expressed an interest" in her, the new lawsuit said.

“Plaintiff was terrified of this inmate as the inmate was much bigger and stronger than Plaintiff,” the lawsuit states. “Plaintiff had also heard that this inmate had assaulted prior cellmates and had been convicted of murder.”

That same day, the plaintiff said she was raped by Monroe.

“In an attempt to justify the transfers, Defendants Sexton, Calhoun, Keeler and currently other unknown IDOC employees covered up the sexual assault of Plaintiff and tried to falsely classify it as consensual, to keep it from being considered a PREA violation.”

Rambling Over Coffee: All of us on my Dads side of the family can actively take part in 3 conversations at once... it's just natural

My husband always teases me about horrible it must be to live in my head.  My brain is always active... over active he would say!  Ha ha.  ADD-ish.  I have so many different thoughts, conversations and topics flying through at once, all the while playing music in the background as well.

But I like it that way because I don't know any different!  I look at him and think how horrible it would be live inside his head all the time as he can only think of one thing at a time, only do one thing at a time.  If we are conversing, he can't even get dressed at the same time!  He will stop, and hold the shirt he was putting on, in front of him while he listens to me or answers a question.   I tease him about it because he literally cannot get dressed and listen to me at the same time!

But genetically, my Dads family are mostly all like me.

As a child I recall standing in the kitchen during a large family gathering (probably Christmas time) and the kitchen table was full of adults having a lively conversation about the Bible, while another smaller group of adults were standing in the hallway of the kitchen that leads to the living room, and more adults were in the living room.

It was completely normal and natural that the adults genetically related (my Dad and all his siblings) as well as their older kids that were also taking part in all the hullabaloo would add something to the discussion or debate at the table, suddenly turn to dispute something being said in the hallway group, and then a couple seconds later, yell out to add to the conversation being held in the living room.

EVERYONE did this.  Naturally.  Without thinking about it. We can carry on 3 different conversations with different people at the same time.  And with our personalities, we didn't hesitate to jump in and join the conversations at will! If we have an opinion, we share it!

I didn't even know it was different from how most people hold conversations until I was older.  And even later before I figured out a lot of people are like my husband and can only concentrate on one thing at a time or one conversation at a time.  Or that their thoughts don't spin to the 'next thing' so quickly.

I've managed to pass it on strongly to my son, and fairly strong to my youngest daughter.  The older daughter does it somewhat, but her brain functions at a more normal speed; not at the high speed of me and her two siblings.  But my son and I....  we inherited my paternal side's DNA pretty strongly!

In a normal conversation between us we can speak in half sentences, finish each other sentences, throw out a brand new topic in a split second, follow that topic and spin on to a second completely different topic comment all within 20 seconds and we both know exactly what we are talking about.

My husband has been known to sit at the dinner table watching and listening to us with his mouth literally hanging open.  We will suddenly notice it's quiet and look around... to find they've been watching us with interest, wondering how in the heck we just had the 5 different conversations we did in such a short time span, and yet did it completely in seriousness and naturally without realizing it was entertaining to anyone else.

This is probably why my youngest daughter and I are always 'entertainment' for others while we are shopping.  I've blogged about that before.  We've actually stopped traffic in the aisles of Walmart as we suddenly noticed everyone around us had stopped their carts to listen and watch us and were smiling or even laughing out loud at our funny comments and conversations.  We used to kid each other about how we were real life sit-com when we grocery shopped together.  Or clothes shopped (although we do that less regularly since I'm not a shopper....).

And you know what?
I really didn't plan to write about this this morning as I opened this editing box!  I was going to talk about what I stumbled upon this morning to research and study... because one thing led to another to another and I found so much of it fascinating, but it was like falling down the rabbit hole.  I now have about 6 pages of notes written in one of my notebooks - with arrows and asterisks of more things to look up and research as they were mentioned during my initial search for one teeny, tiny little reference I wanted to look up this morning when I woke.

It's now 10:30 am, I've switched from hot coffee to iced coffee and I have at least 4-5 days research in front of me that I'm sure will lead to about 37 other topics I'll scribble in the margins to look up 'when I have time'.

Good Morning!  And well... don't mind me.  It's just the coffee talking again.


Bernie just does not understand economics... or history... or government... or.....

Rambling Over Coffee: If it involves getting dressed and leaving the house, it's probably not going to happen today

I was dreading this week... it was just busy in so many different directions and was leaving me little time to breathe, much less just have some 'me' time and sip hot coffee!  But this morning, I could do just that.  And I am.

It's 8:53 am - the dogs are outside, the husband is at work, the kids are all accounted for and I'm still in my pajamas and I've brewed my 4th cup of hot, strong, black coffee.

I am going to throw some clothes on here in a minute, but I haven't because I'm not exactly sure what I'm doing today.  I have a list in my head, but it needs to be sorted and prioritized.  What I DO determines what I WEAR.  Because it depends on if I'm seeing other people or not.

(And I'm voting for 'not' because I've had my fill of people this week!)


Man, as the morning goes on it's just making me grumpy.  I'm getting in a pissy mood.

So, I'm dressed and some makeup on, with hair pulled up in a pony/bun.  I CAN see people if I need to, but I'm hopefully not going out to run any errands.

One after another, all the little tasks and things I've attempted to accomplish have not worked for one reason or another.

Edited to take out my whiny rambling.  And although all those things were crappy, I did manage to pull off a couple tasks that turned out.  So there's that.


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Rambling Over Coffee: That awful McDonalds fast food smell is now going to be available in a... candle?

Source: https://www.foxnews.com/food-drink/mcdonalds-quarter-pounder-fans-hamburger-scented-candles
and https://goldenarchesunlimited.com/

This morning I was just sipping my coffee, glancing at news article and headlines, checking emails and planning out my to-do list when I saw a headline about quarter-pounder cheeseburger scented candles.


Uh, what?

Yeah.  As in McDonalds fast-food scented candles that are supposedly going to be available soon.

"Now you can finally have that lingering odor of onions and fast-food beef in your house anytime you want — without even having to get take-out.

That’s right: McDonald’s has debuted a collection of Quarter Pounder with Cheese-scented candles, allegedly because "there’s no better smell than 100 percent fresh beef and a perfect combination of toppings,” the press release shared.

The collection of six scented candles, which is part of a larger assortment of Quarter Pounder-themed merchandise, comes in glass jars representing the six components of a Quarter Pounder: sesame seed bun, ketchup, pickle, cheese, onion, and 100-percent fresh beef."

I'm pretty sure I had a confused look my face when I read it.

Because... who wants that smell in their house?

No, seriously.

The second you bring a bag of McDonalds food (or Taco Bell or KFC or Captain D's, etc.) into your vehicle, the smell is going to soak into the seats, the fabric, the air... your hair and clothes... your hands where you touched the bag.

And that smell lingers long after the food is gone.

Same with your house.  The second that McDonalds bag and wrappers enter your house, the entire house will smell like your fast food.  And it's going to last.  If that bag is in your trash, the smell of your food will last until that bag is out of your house.  

One of the first things I thought when I read about people wanting that scent of McDonalds cheeseburgers and fries permeating their homes with a McDonalds scented candle is...

"All they need to do is leave their empty McDonald's wrappers, trash and bag sitting in a room of their house and the whole room will smell like whatever it is they ordered.  They don't need to buy a candle!"


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Rambling Over Coffee: First I do the coffee. Then I do the things.

I'm sipping coffee and keeping a close eye on the time display in the corner of my laptop.
I have to go into the city this morning; the worst actual area there is for traffic in the entire big city. 
It has a reputation.
And I am going there.
I need to leave in about 20 minutes and I need to look pretty 'put together' but right now I'm in a sleep t-shirt, sleep shorts, no bra, no makeup and bed head.

Because, coffee.

First, I do the coffee.
Then I do the things.



Rambling Over Coffee: How come guys always get to keep their clothes on to sing, play sports, act - but girls can't seem to sing, play sports or act until they get half naked?

Glancing at the entertainment headlines, or even Yahoo's homepage headlines (which I despise snowflake-laden, low IQ, liberal propaganda spreading, parents-basement dwellers Yahoo staff writers... but I have one old email with them that my 'older' family members use to write us and it would be too difficult to explain to them how to change to a new one now) so I use it; I see headline after headline of female stars, celebrities, athletes and singers getting attention or trying for attention by... taking off their clothes.


"... posts topless selfie"
"... looking amazing in her tiny bikini"
"... poses naked for...."
"... stunning nude photos of...."

I've said it before and I'm sure I'll say it again, but I can sing really well....  with clothes on.
And in my past life I was a pretty darn good actor... with clothes on.
In my younger days I got more attention than I ever wanted from guys, strangers, stalkers even... and I was fully clothed.
I can cook, bake, sing, play flute, camp, hike, repair things, do maintenance, bike, roller-blade, paint 2 story walls, act, and a plethora of other things... all while wearing clothing.

Amazing, isn't it?

When I click through the random music playing on my phone and it shows the 'album cover' photo for the artist, it's kind of amazing that all the guys are wearing clothes - shirts, pants, shoes, hats even.  About 90% of the females featured have their boobs hanging out at the very least.  The guys are posting by sitting down, turning their heads and smiling, or standing towards the camera, or it's a headshot.  The females are laying down on the grass, or legs spread or doing a 'half way to an orgasm' lowered lid and open mouth look or finger or other item in their mouth, etc.

The guys look like they're just fully dressed, hanging out, having fun.
The female artists are trying to get attention with their bodies, hair and makeup.

Hey ladies, you don't have to get naked to prove you have talent.

... it's just the coffee talking again.


Rambling Over Coffee: Yay! Promotional Materials for My Valentine's Day Gifts!

If you read my St. Valentine's Day post you'll know that my husband was returning home from a business trip and I mentioned my V-day gifts would be marketing materials from his suitcase.

He and I had a good laugh over this last night as I laid on our bed watching him unpack his suitcase....

Out came the bag... out came... a water bottle!  (Nailed it!)
Out came loads of hand sanitizer!  (Called it!)
Surprise... a cell phone rechargeable power bank (Yes!)
And an awesome surprise, a t-shirt!  (A lot of companies aren't spending the money on t-shirts for marketing anymore so I wasn't expecting this one but not only was it a t-shirt but it's a really comfortable one!  The fabric is soft and comfortable like it's already 6 years old, washed a zillion times and is all broke in.  I was pretty excited, so I wore it to bed last night and have it on right now.)

As he gifted me all the marketing stuff, I told him about my Coffee Talking post that morning and how the only thing missing that I thought I'd see was a pen.

He grinned.  Reached into his backpack and slowly pulled out... the logo-embellished pen! We laughed.

I told him to keep the pen.

Oh!  And I got my In-N-Out sticker!!!!  I knew I'd get something from there and I hoped it would be a new sticker.  It was.

Do I know my husband or what!?


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Rambling Over Coffee: Another dumb joke that made me chuckle

A woman brought a very limp parrot to her vet. As she lay her pet on the table, the vet pulled out his stethoscope and listened to the bird’s chest. After a moment or two, the vet shook his head sadly and said, " I’m so sorry, Polly has passed away." The distressed owner wailed, “Are you sure? I mean, you haven’t done any testing on him or anything. He might just be in a coma or something.”

The vet sighed, shrugged, turned and left the room returning a few moments later with a big black Labrador. As the bird’s owner looked on in amazement, the dog stood on his hind legs, put his front paws on the examination table and sniffed the dead parrot from top to bottom. He then looked at the vet with sad eyes and shook his head.

The vet led the dog out but returned a few moments later with a cat. The cat jumped up and also sniffed delicately at the ex-bird. The cat sat back, shook its head, meowed and ran out of the room.

The vet looked at the woman and said, “I’m sorry, but like I said, your parrot is most definitely, 100% certifiably dead.”

He then turned to his computer terminal, hit a few keys and produced a bill which he handed to the woman.

The parrot’s owner, still in shock, took the bill. “$150!” she cried. “$150 just to tell me my bird is dead?!”

The vet shrugged. "If you’d taken my word for it, the bill would only have been $20, but with the Lab Report and the Cat Scan… what did you expect?

Happy Valentine's Day - Not Valentimes or Galentines or other stupid words

Good Morning!
I don't honestly know if Valentine's Day is going to be a thing in our household today or not.  You see, Mr. Coffee has been out of town all week so it's been just me, myself and I.  He's flying home today but he's not a romantic kind of person so it might actually be doubtful if he even knows that today is St. Valentine's Day. 

Besides, he knows I would rather get a little something special on a random Tuesday than a Hallmark Holiday that guilts guys into buying expensive crap for their wives and girlfriends.  I hate being told what to do.  Even on holidays. So I only randomly buy something for him on Valentine's Day - every couple years, just to mix it up a little. 

We probably aren't the best choice for poster-children for Valentine's Day.

I do however know I'm getting gifts today. 
Marketing gifts from his business trip!  Ha ha ha.  I know I've got a stainless steel water bottle with a company logo on it coming because they always give those out upon check-in and my husband doesn't use water bottles nor does he like them so ... I always get his water bottle.  Then he'll empty out his suitcase and I'll probably get a logo-emblazed pen, some logo-emblazed hand sanitizer, possibly another plastic water bottle, a little logo-emblazed bottle opener.  Not many businesses give out t-shirts anymore so I doubt I'll get one of those this time around.

And he'll probably have another In-N-Out Burger souvenir for me.  Because it's his all-time favorite, and he only gets to have it about once a year... on this particular annual business trip that's always to the same city.  It's the one treat he makes sure to fit into to the very little personal time they are allowed.  I think he had to walk there at 10:45 pm this week to make it happen... but he made it happen.  And he always brings me home something from In-N-Out Burger.  T-shirts, coffee mugs, water bottles, stickers......

So Valentine's Day gift exchanges probably won't be happening, but some "They gave out all this marketing crap, you want any of it?"  will happen.


Rambling Over Coffee: Car Accident and Unexpected Labor

This morning I'm just sitting here sipping my coffee, conversing with text and snapchat to a couple family members and checking up on some business online while preparing to let the dogs out and get started on my day.

A typical morning, right?

And then I get an unexpected text.

A family friend (one of my daughter's close friends) is pregnant with their first (a little girl) and is due February 22nd.

Yesterday she was in a car accident. Her car was hit from behind by another driver.

She was forced forward, her 9 month pregnant belly was shoved into the steering wheel.

Long story short, it was a medical emergency - ambulance, stretcher, emergency room....

Admitted to the hospital with really strong contractions.
Determined the accident caused a tear in the placenta and she has to deliver the baby this morning to save it.

The blessing of course is that the baby is full term now, as she is 39 weeks.  Thank God for that.

She texted our daughter this just a bit ago (who forwarded it to me).  So we are all on baby watch this morning and hoping the baby is fine and wasn't harmed by the impact of the accident.  Can't wait to meet her!

On baby watch now......

*Update:  Baby was delivered safe and sound!  Photos showed a very happy Dad, tired mama, and a little girl yelling her head off as she entered this new world.  Ha ha.


Rambling Over Coffee: I don't stop in at the grocery store every day or every other like some people do

Yesterday when I was out running various errands, I had to stop by the grocery store.  I really just needed one thing for SURE, which was Dawn Dishwashing Liquid but I know me so I grabbed a cart and walked the aisles.  I knew what we were out of or were low on, so green onions, trash bags and a slew of other items found their way into my cart as well as some items I don't normally buy when I do grocery shopping because they cut into the grocery budget.  For this reason I bought 2 bottles of foundation (makeup) when I saw they were on sale.

However, when I got home and unloaded all my items, I only had one bottle of makeup.
I questioned myself;  "Hmmm, I thought I bought two.  Did I decide to just get one at the last minute?  I swear I bought both...."  and sure enough the receipt showed two.

The bagger did not bag one of my items and it was apparently forgotten.

I found myself wishing they had forgotten a $1.99 item instead of an $8 item, because I'd just say "oh forget it..."  but eight dollars?  That's a bit painful to write off, especially when I don't like this store very much, I don't want to give them 'free money' and the man that checked me out is always an ass.  He doesn't say ONE WORD to me the entire transaction - not even the total of the sale.  I have to look up on the screen to get the total.  The only time he speaks to the customers is to hand them the receipt and mumbles the mandatory "have a nice day" as he's not even looking at you.

So 'giving' them free money (about $8.79 with tax) irked me.

And yes I called the store. 

I got through to the customer service department and the second I uttered "I was just there to buy groceries and I believe I forgot..."  she interrupted with a laugh and said "makeup!?"  "yes!"  She told me they had it and it had already been put back on the shelf, but the next time I was in the store, to go ahead and grab it and bring it up to the customer service counter and they have it written down in 'the book' so just let them know it was me.

But the interesting thing is when she thought I'd be back in the store.

"Whenever you come in for your normal shopping next, today or tomorrow, whenever, just go grab the makeup off the shelf...."

Now, she did not say it as if she was telling me I had to come back to the store today or tomorrow, but it was the frame of conversation that she fully expected me to be back in for my normal shopping today or tomorrow.

I had just (literally) bought groceries there an hour before, and I don't honestly expect to be back in their store for at least a week, maybe two.  They don't carry many of our regular items and what they do carry is rather high priced.  (I'm also going to add that yesterday I found they had stopped carrying 2 more items I typically buy there... even more reason to go there less than usual.)

But the point to this ramble over coffee is that I realize many people really DO go to the grocery store every day or every other day.  They buy what they need for that nights dinner or what they need for a particular dish and little more.  They also stop in at lunch time to pick up 'lunch' from the deli counter instead of fast food.  Many stop in for their lunch and come back again on the way home to "pick up something for dinner".

That is not me.

I keep a well stocked pantry, cupboards and refrigerator!  I do my shopping every two weeks more or less.  I first go to the membership warehouse, which carries about 70% of what we use and need.  Then I supplement with a trip to Walmart for items I want in smaller sizes, or because they carry the brand and item we use.  And lastly, the local Publix for the remaining 5-6 items we use that they carry and Walmart does not. 

So when would I naturally and normally stop back in to get my missing item?

Probably not for about another two weeks.

I wonder if there will be a problem with me picking up the makeup they missed when bagging my items... when they realize it's been 2 weeks since I've been in?  Or, do I have to make a special trip to the store just to get the forgotten item, since apparently most people stop in every day or two to buy groceries.

Just thinking out loud....  meh, it's just the coffee talking again this morning.


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Rambling over Coffee: Propaganda and A pediatrican who quit because she couldn't force children into the USA's current vaccination schedule

I met an interesting woman today who is originally from Russia.  She's 63 years old. She's a doctor who was a pediatrician for 3 decades, until about 3 or 4 years ago when she couldn't take the forced vaccination schedule the US imposes on little babies; and how horribly people who choose to not vaccinate or slow down the vaccination schedule to a more manageable schedule are treated.

This woman is a little tiny thing, but a spit-fire!  She holds no punches in her conversations and tells it 'just like it is'.   In her Russian/English accent she had so many thoughts and so much to say about the flawed vaccine system that she could hardly get one sentence out before she was into the next.  Her face showed the emotion and her eyes were showing the care and concern she had for those "little babies" she loved so much for all her years as a pediatrician.  She said she had a hard time with the vaccination schedule, and advocating vaccines at well-child checks that she knew were worthless or that a child should NOT be getting at that age.  She has nothing good to say about the Meningococcal Vaccine, for sure!

She supported informed vaccinations and also fully supported parents getting their babies vaccinated on a slower schedule so they weren't getting 4 and 5 vaccines at one time.  Waiting until their 1st birthday.

She sneered (I don't think she knew she did it) when she spoke of fellow pediatricians that would refuse to see parents/patients any longer the second they questioned the vaccination schedule or asked if they could space them out longer or wait until the newborn was a few months older.

She took on those patients because she sided WITH them - and from an informed medical standpoint, not just as a mother.

She talked so lovingly about those little babies and toddlers.  Her face seriously lit UP when she spoke of the children.  But then the cloud passed over again as she told of the harm the current vaccination schedules are doing.  (She seemed ok with the vaccination schedules as they used to be, but absolutely not the ones being implemented now.  Too many at one time and given far too young and too close, not to mention making some mandatory that should not even be given.) 

She said she absolutely could not do it any longer.  She quit pediatrics and now has gone into a different specialty.  She couldn't change the way the government is demanding the vaccinations be enforced, but she said at least this way she isn't advocating for something she knows is not good for "the babies".

She is still a doctor, still practicing and likes what she is doing... but oh how she misses pediatrics.

Interestingly enough, when I sat down to chit chat about this woman, I had NO intention about writing about her vaccination conversation!  I was going to chat about what she taught me about how Russians are taught propaganda their whole lives and how she said she found it very difficult and still finds it difficult to train her mind to get past what she was programmed to believe, growing up there.  She has/had a strong hatred for Germans for instance, and she found herself bonding with a stranger during the September 11th attacks, as they were in an airplane at the time of the attacks, trying to get home to New York.  They had to reroute (obviously) and they were both stuck in another country, watching the news; their husbands and her children were at home in New York and she was so worried.  She and this other woman bonded, cried, drank wine together and got through it together until they were allowed to fly home to New York.  And only after they bonded through this situation, she found out the woman who she now considered a friend... was German!   She said it was so shocking to her, as she had been taught her whole life to hate the Germans.

She talked about the way of life in America verses being raised in countries like Russian, Japan, China, etc. where you are never, ever taught real history.  It's never taught and never mentioned.  They are very careful about how and what they teach in school and at University.  It programs your brain to think a certain a way.   She said she still fights that programming and has to remind herself to re-think how she feels about someone just because they are Japanese or German, etc. She was quick to point out it's nothing personal and she knows it's not true but she still has such a hard time deprogramming her brain.

That conversation is the one I found interesting and was going to write about!  LOL.  But alas, my coffee is cold and  I'm out of time.

Suffice to say I found this woman and her life very interesting!

.... meh, it's just the coffee talking again.


Rambling Over Coffee: That poor little 2 year old girl stranded in China without her parents now that her Dad has contracted the Coronavirus

I opened this editor window to post early this morning.  Here it is after 1:00 pm and I'm just now returning to it. Mondays.  What can you do?  Trudge through them.

I have a lot of irons in the fire right now and my brain just needed a break so I came to the computer with some sparkling water and clicked on news headlines.  I am not actually reading most of them since I refuse to deal with hatred, bullying, lies and the ugliness that is permeated through our news media anymore. 

But I did see a headline about a little 2 year old girl currently stuck in China... and oh, my heart broke.

For weeks the local government had maintained that 
the number of cases remained steady at 41 and 
that it was tied to a food market. 
Since then, it's ballooned to 
over 40,600 cases with at 
least 908 deaths. 

She is Canadian.  Her family is Chinese.  In mid-January they got word the grandfather (back in China) was dying of complications from cancer.  His son was to fly to China to say goodbye and booked a flight for him and his little 2 year old daughter.  Once there however, they found out the Coronavirus was much worse than the Chinese were letting on to the news media.  The grandfather not only tested positive for the virus but then the Dad came down with it.

The little 2 year old toddler, now parent-less in China, far away from her home in Canada, was taken in to be cared for by a neighbor.  However that neighbor soon contracted the virus and was hospitalized as well.  The little toddler was then (and now is) being cared for by a cousin and a slew of volunteer/employees of the hospital.

The mother, back in Canada is sick with worry.  She is hoping for an emergency evacuation of her baby from the heart of the virus epicenter. 



Random News - In Case You Missed Some of Them

2020 candidate Joe Biden told a woman voter that she was a lying, dog-faced pony soldier

At a campaign stop in Hampton, NH, 2020 candidate Joe Biden told a woman voter that she was a "lying, dog-faced pony soldier" after she asked him why voters should believe that he can win the national election after his abysmal performance in Iowa...

White kid stops high school basketball game with a breakaway between-the-legs dunk

....a ridiculous breakaway between-the-legs dunk, Isaiah Rider style, during a high school game

P.S. Before you ask, I know you're thinking, "Why'd you have to mention that he's white, huh?"
Well, how many white guys have you seen pull off a between-the-legs dunk??

"Paying tithing is more of a sense of commitment than it is the church needing the money," Mr. Clarke said. "So they never wanted to be in a position where people felt like, you know, they shouldn't make a contribution."

Mormon Church kept $100B investment fortune secret for fear members wouldn't tithe, says head of fund.  Clarke and former Ensign employees claim that the Mormon investment firm created a system of more than a dozen shell companies to make its stock investments harder to track.

A theater in New York City wants to charge white patrons nearly 50 percent more for tickets

 Following media reports, the theater altered its website to read that the "two-tiered pricing" was "suggested, but not required." The "unique ticketing model" for the play "prioritizes access for people of color," the theater said.

Rambling Over Coffee: Checking up on elderly parents

Regular readers know that although my parents were 'young' parents - their goal was to have all their children by the time they were 30 - by comparison, my husband's parents were quite older by the time they met, married and had kids. They were in their 40's by the time my husband came along.

This is how I ended up with a father-in-law who will be turning 92 this year.  He's in good health and lives alone in the country, about 1,000 miles from us, 1800 miles from another adult child and about 200 miles from the third.

A couple days ago I was suggesting my husband call his Dad just to check in.  Make sure he's fine, see how the frigid weather up there is treating him.  Yesterday morning on his way to work my husband tried to call but didn't get an answer.  He tried again later that afternoon while he was sitting on a conference call at work - on mute - as it was a listening in kind of call. No answer.  He tried a third time last night during his commute home.  No answer.

Odd.  Because it's the middle of winter up there, they have a few feet of snow on the ground, ice on the roads, frigid temperatures and his Dad doesn't tend to drive much anymore, but certainly not in the winter time until the roads are clear, the sun is out and he has a doctor's appointment "in town" or needs a few groceries.

So I followed up with an email last night...  which he normally answers fairly quickly.  But as of this morning there was still no response.

The text-brigade began.

So I texted my sister-in-law at 7:45 am to ask if by chance she had planned a visit for him to her home, or if she knew if he was at the other siblings home?  She's an hour ahead of us, and she was up and texted back immediately that no, he wasn't visiting either of them and that she would try to give him a call.

About 30 minutes later she let me know that she called him and he had picked up on the first ring.  He sounded great, and was up looking out at the snow and watching the birds on the bird feeder this morning.

All was well.

And this is part of what we do now.

There isn't a schedule of any sort, but we all tend to email or call on a regular basis.  If one of us can't get him on the phone or email, then we check with another.  The text brigade starts and usually someone knows that he is away at a doctor's appointment that day, or is at a church function or visiting a relative.  If none of us know where he might be or why he hasn't answered an email or phone call, then I can call my parents to check on him.  They live about 20 miles away from him but will give a call and if he doesn't pick up, my Dad will drive over to his place and make sure all is well.  There is also a neighbor who has always kept an eye on him and checked in every now and then; and comes over with the tractor to plow the driveway after it drifts shut with snow. 

There is a regular little army of people in the background, quietly keeping tabs and making sure he is ok while at the same time, giving him his privacy and letting him live in his own home, out in the country where he wants (and needs) to be. 

I'm not really sure where I was going with this post.
Nowhere really, I suppose.

It's just that as I opened up the text editor on my site this morning, I was in the middle of texting my sister-in-law to check in with her on the status of my father-in-law... so it was on my mind and I started to chit-chat about it over coffee with you.

.... don't mind me.  It's just the coffee talking again.


An 80 year old couple were having problems remembering things, so they decided to go to their doctor to get checked out to make sure nothing was wrong with them.

When they arrived at the doctors, they explained to the doctor about the problems they were having with their memory. After checking the couple out, the doc’ said they were physically OK but might want to start writing things down and make notes to help them to remember things. They thanked the doctor and left.

Later that night, while watching TV, the man got up from his chair and his wife asked, ‘Where are you going?’

He replied, ‘To the kitchen.’

She asked, ‘Will you get me a bowl of ice-cream?’

He replied, ‘Sure.’

She then asked him, ‘Don’t you think you should write it down so that you can remember it?’
He said, ‘No, I can remember that.’

She then said, ‘Well I would also like some strawberries. You had better write it down because I know you’ll forget that.’

He said, ‘I can remember that. You want a bowl of ice-cream with strawberries.’

She replied, ‘I would also like some whipped cream on the top. I know you’ll forget that, so you had better write it down.’

With irritation in his voice, he said, ‘I don’t need to write that down! I can remember that!’
He then stormed off into the kitchen.

After about 20 minutes, he returned from the kitchen and handed her a plate of bacon and eggs. She stared at the plate for a moment and said angrily:

‘I TOLD you to write it down! You forgot my toast!’


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A chemical engineer, a mechanical engineer, and a computer scientist are on a road trip when all of a sudden their car breaks down.

They pull over to the side of the road and start hypothesizing what is wrong.

The chemical engineer says, “It’s probably something wrong with the catalytic converter.”

“No,” says the mechanical engineer, “It’s probably something wrong with the engine.”

The computer scientist says, “Not sure, but let’s get out, get back in, and see if it starts.”

Snapchat has been sending me notifications that "NULL has added to their Snapchat story"

For the past couple weeks since I had updated my Snapchat to whatever the latest version is, I stopped getting about 60% of the story notifications of my friends/family.

I get them 'sometimes' and it's hit or miss - quite random. 

The same family and friends adding to their stories but hit or miss if Snapchat is notifying me like it should... (and has for the past 5/6 years without issues).

And yes, perhaps I need to state the obvious... that yes notifications are turned on to get updates from them, including when they update or add to their stories.  

I've also deleted the app and reloaded it to see if that would help.  Nope.

Luckily most of my family and close friends not only put the video or photo on their story but send a copy to me directly as well - it's what we've all started doing to make sure we are getting each others photos and videos.  We just automatically hit about 4-5 close friends or family to send the same image to that we are posting on our story (to make sure they get it).

But for instance, last night I opened up Snapchat and clicked on my friends list to see if any of the little circles were lit up with a new story and sure enough - my son had added to his story. 
NO notification. 
He didn't send it to anyone direct, as it was a stupid one and just for fun on his story but there is no reason for snapchat to have not notified me.

It seems like the bigger they try to make that stupid app by adding all sorts of crap that no one wants or even uses, it just starts messing up more and more.  Lots of little bugs.

The most interesting one is that not only is it 'hit or miss' whether I'm getting notifications of my friends adding to their stories, but 40% of the notifications I DO get don't have the names attached.  Instead, someone in Snapchat's programming f-ed up with the coding because it will tell me;

Null has just updated their story....

(Null being the code programmers use when there is nothing there... as a fill in.  Like when you do mass mailings in a word program and you use {name} for the computer to fill in the names from your data source.)

*Update to add a little screenshot of the latest "NULL ADDED TO THEIR STORY" - for the record, it was my daughter, whose name is NOT 'null'.  And Snapchat has known her name all morning... but apparently suddenly forgot it by 1:00 this afternoon.  See?  Random.  Hit or miss.

I have to open my notification to go into Snapchat to see WHICH of my family and friends have updated their story.  Sometimes snapchat uses their name in my notification "Kristin has updated their story"  but the next day Snapchat might just say "Null has updated their story" and opening Snapchat I'll see it was Kristin.

No rhyme or reason that I've found and it's only started happening in the past couple weeks since I went ahead and updated the app (which I usually drag my feet about doing because the updates are ALWAYS WORSE than the previous versions....)

Seriously, I would LOVE to go back to the Snapchat of 2016 or even 2017.  It was still a clean and non-evasive program, easy, simple and fast... and it didn't take up a crap-load of memory on my phone either.

Rambling Over Coffee: Hit me with your best shot and the size of a diamond doesn't determine the length of a marriage

Good Morning Coffee Friends!

As those of you who 'know me' know, I always wake up with a song stuck in my head.  Not only do I always have a running internal dialog going on, but I always have music playing in my head as well.

This morning the song stuck on repeat is "Hit Me With Your Best Shot".   Again, I have no reason for these random songs to become ear worms.  I listened to music for a bit yesterday but it was a personalized station of 1990's country hits.  I never heard this song play... but again, totally normal for me.  My brain just likes to play random songs in the background all the time, and sometimes it gets stuck on one it particularly likes and plays it over and over.  NOTE:  I do not particularly like the songs it's playing.... as a matter of fact, I often can't stand them.  Like Hit Me With Your Best Shot.  Not a fan.  But apparently my brain is for some reason.

Earlier this week I smooshed my wedding ring.

We have a large drawer in the office that has a spring in it that automatically snaps the drawer closed when you've started the momentum for shutting it.  It's a heavy real wood drawer, built in to the desk and bookcases - not just a little metal or cheap wood drawer that has more bark than bite.  No, this one has a real bite to it!   I often start to shut it, and it beats me to the punch line... snapping on my fingers.  This week when it tried to eat my fingers as I was pulling my hand out and it snapped on my wedding ring just as I was pulling it out.  It took a bite out of my ring, bent the prongs and popped the diamond out.  Luckily it fell into the drawer so I was able to easily find it, but there was no saving my ring.

Off to the jeweler I went and he is ordering a new prong for the setting and fixing it for me.  Should be back to new and ready to pick up early next week.  When I got home my husband asked "Did you tell them to replace the diamond with a larger stone?"   And he was only half joking.  But no.  I didn't.  I may not have a large diamond in my wedding ring but for the 17 year old me that picked it out decades ago, it seemed huge at the time!  And my lifestyle of projects, repairs, camping, hiking and house work wouldn't bode well with a big fancy diamond.  Also, that's just not my personality. I don't do heavy jewelry, high heels or fancy purses.  It's just not me. 

Besides, from what I've seen in the past 15-20 years, the more 'important' the size of the diamond is to the bride, has seemed to have a direct effect on how quickly they divorce after the marriage.  Little diamonds and original diamonds seem to have longer marriages.  Big flashy diamonds and big flashy, expensive weddings seem to be a nice show for the bride and groom to put on, but it's all about the wedding and not the marriage.  All those television shows showing competitive weddings (and rating and judging them in competition for the big honeymoon prize, as well as the 'say yes to the dress' tv shows really upped the ante of the wedding drama and the dress over the reason for the wedding and the dress.  Oh yeah, it's not just a big party, you actually have a husband or wife to live with for the rest of your lives after that!  Forgot about that part.  

Speaking of which.... Pam Anderson and her 12 day marriage, anyone?  LOL.  (Check the news for last week if you missed that one).

Ah, my time chit chatting over coffee really needs to end.  So much to do and must get started.

Good Morning coffee friends, thank you for joining me!

... it's just the Coffee Talking again.


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Rambling Over Coffee: Woke this morning with Kiss From a Rose playing over and over (and over) in my head

Now that your rose is in bloom
A light hits the gloom on the gray
Yes, I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the gray
Ooh, the more I get of you, the stranger it feels, yeah
Now that your rose is in bloom
A light hits the gloom on the gray.

https://amzn.to/2H5AWn7Typical for me, I woke with yet another random song in my head.  This was a single from 1994 - released again in 1995 for a soundtrack in a movie, which made it popular.  Kiss From A Rose.

Why it's playing on repeat over and over in my head, I have no idea because I haven't heard it played lately and I don't think I even played music at all yesterday - and I was home all day yesterday too!   

The only reason this song was bugging me is that the line "when it snows, my eyes become large and the light that you shine can't be seen..."   which is just.... obscure?  I don't know.  So I found myself laying in bed listening to this play over and over and thinking about the lyrics.  Over thinking the lyrics, I'm sure.  But I'm in good company.  Seal (the artist who wrote and sang the song) has never explained the meaning of it other than saying it's about "a relationship of some type"  which could mean a human relationship, or a relationship with drugs... both of which are fitting to the lyrics of the song.  He also said he was embarrassed about this song after he wrote it and tossed the tape into a corner and tried to forget about it.  Again, that could be human or drug related.  And the internet is full of people discussing it.

My 7 seconds of dwelling on the topic however is over.  So, although the song is still playing in my head, I really don't care what it's about.  I do know that it was one of our 'road trip' songs back in the mid 90's.  That song played across thousands of miles.  However, we were fans of it as a single and once it hit the Batman soundtrack and became popular with the rest of the world, it was overplayed and we started to hit 'next' and fast forward through it. 


When I opened this editing box about an hour ago I had a few different topics to chit chat about but life gets in the way and since then I've already dealt with a phone call regarding stocks, emails regarding life insurance quotes and texts regarding details of hosting a baby shower.  And it's only 8:30 am.  But I've got 3 cups of hot coffe in me, so there's that! 

Perhaps I'll get back to the topics I was going to chit chat over coffee about but I've lost my mojo for now and really feel the need to get started on my to-do list today.  Right now I have 7 priorities and about five or six 'try to fit in when and if you can' items on that list.  So... more coffee, less talk!


My favorite coffee in the morning is the one where no one talks to me while I drink it

Even though I'm supposedly home full time right now, I've not actually been able to be (stay) home since... some time last week.  Until this morning.  This morning when I woke up, I realized I don't HAVE to be anywhere today... (I don't think.  It's still early.) What a great feeling to know I could make my coffee and sip it while not having to talk to anyone, or rush to get ready for the day and go places.  And do things.  And see people. 

I was so dang happy!

I have a long list of things that need to be done and I might just have a day to try to get to some of them.  The main one being the large front entryway behind me... which I was starting to prepare for repainting.  I've had it 80% taped off since last Wednesday.  Ladder and scaffolding waiting there patiently.  Outlet covers off.  I need to get a taller ladder from the garage as the ceilings are about 15 feet high in this area and I can't reach even when I stand on tippy toes on the top of my current ladder.

  • Painting trim at least today I hope (?) if I decide to lug that big scaffolding ladder upstairs from the garage.
  • I have a new concealed carry backpack to find and order.
  • An entryway rug to research, price and order.
  • Flights to research and discuss with son along with his work schedule and availability. 
  • Plan (and make) dinner.

That's enough for one day I think.

But first....  coffee.

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