Threat Level Rising

Threat Level
Today's Level: Blue

My day started out well. My blood glucose level was in the desired range and my body was able to move less painfully than usual. I even looked forward to my day at work. The deadline on project A was met and I was free (for a few weeks anyway), to work on project B.

Blue was not the level I left work in, however. I spent hours trying to fix one little bug. To say that I’m stubborn, is like saying the Al Qaeda is not fond of the USA.  I spent five hours, out of nine,  tweaking and trying again. I could not let it go. I was so focused on the damned thing I forgot to go home on time. This really pissed me off.

I don’t dare start working on the bug-from-Hell tomorrow morning or nothing else will get done, and by the weekend things could reach Level Red.

That would be bad.

Crossing the streams kind of bad.

For Heaven’s Sake, Lighten Up!!

My Uncle John sent me this little story back in 2011. I came across it again this week. I don’t know if it’s true, but I hope it is!!

The Yellow Light

Yellow Light

The light turned yellow, just in front of him. He did the right thing, stopping at the cross walk, even though he could have beaten the red light by accelerating through the intersection.

The tailgating woman was furious and honked her horn, screaming in frustration, as she missed her chance to get through the intersection, dropping her cell phone and makeup.
As she was still in mid-rant, she heard a tap on her window and looked up into the face of a very serious police officer. The officer ordered her to exit her car with her hands up.
He took her to the police station where she was searched, fingerprinted, photographed, and placed in a holding cell.
After a couple of hours, a police officer approached the cell and opened the door. She was escorted back to the booking desk where the arresting officer was waiting with her personal effects.
He said, ”I’m very sorry for this mistake. You see, I pulled up behind your car while you were blowing your horn, flipping off the guy in front of you and cussing a blue streak at him. I noticed the ‘What Would Jesus Do’ bumper sticker, the ‘Choose Life’ license plate holder, the ‘Follow Me to Sunday-School’ bumper sticker, and the chrome-plated Christian fish emblem on the trunk, so naturally….I assumed you had stolen the car.”

Domestic Friday

I love my every-other Friday off work!  I refer to it as my “domestic” Friday because I usually get involved with cleaning, laundry, weeds, or organizing things.

Today I am doing all the above, with some mending thrown in as well. I hope to later work on my cookbook (I’m having problems with formatting that pissed me off, so it’s been a couple of months now since I opened the document).  But first I am on a mission to organize my kitchen cupboards. As you can see, they need it. The plastic container section has been a case of what you want is hard to get to, and you better slam the door shut before 2 more items launch out at you and hit your toes that are only protected on the bottom by your flip-flops. Tupperware is painful my friend!

My prescription medication & remedies section is just ridiculous.

The messy cupboard

I don’t even want to discuss the pots and pans shelf. Ha! It’s not even a shelf – it’s the floor.

It took  2 hours to make any progress. I had to remove everything from the shelf I was working on. I found seasonings and vitamins with expiration dates in 2008. (Yuck!)  I washed the shelf and while it dried I made room in a bedroom dresser drawer for all my medications to hang out in. Except for my plastic 7-day pill-box, the cold remedies, and Ibuprofen, the shelf looks empty now. Look Mom, you can see the shelf!!

There is space!

The food area is full, but now I can see everything. Things do not fall out when I open the doors either. I keep opening the doors to just admire it.

Neater

Saturday afternoon I finally got the motivation to tackle the containers & pots and get this mission finished. Whew. A small part of the house, but one I have to deal with everyday.

Containers Under Control

I know it still looks wild in there, but my toes are safe and so is my 1-year old granddaughter when she comes into the kitchen to help me cook.

Pots Under Control

The pots & pans have room for a couple more that belong there because I am sick of having to dig in the spare room closet for my favorite sauté pan, or in the pantry for my big Tupperware (on the bottom left).

Of course, what helped make things neater was removing a few things and making a place for them in my “pantry”, (a.k.a. the garage). I will spare you looking at that disaster. You might already be asking yourself, why is this crazy woman posting the contents of her kitchen cupboards? And why am I still reading this?

I will answer you truthfully. I have no freaking clue why I am writing this post. Maybe it’s because my blood sugar has been very high. Maybe this menopause thing is striking me silly. Maybe I just want sympathy because I have the smallest kitchen cupboards in the world. My 2 bedroom apartment had twice the cupboard space as this 4 bedroom house. (WTF??)

BTW – have you ever seen kitchen linoleum that looked like brick before? I want to go on record here: I did NOT do that to my kitchen!!

🙂