A Quote For This @#$%*!! Week

“Suppose you were an idiot. And suppose you were a member of Congress.. But I repeat myself.”
                                  — Mark Twain

Last week it was one (bad) thing after another, either happening to me, or my finding out about something that will be. I just wanted to escape to my imaginary tropical island and stay there until all this sh*! stopped hitting me.  What am I, a fan?

My mood was not helped any by the CNN Breaking News emails that I got at work. Every couple of hours there would be a new development in the Congressional war between the donkeys and the elephants over raising the debt ceiling. WTF!?  I don’t understand how they can get away with that.

Let’s say I go to my bank tomorrow and ask them to raise my credit limit a couple thousand because I can’t pay my bills. What would happen? First, they would laugh. The snort cola out of your nose or pee your pants kind of laughing. Then they would cancel my credit card and have me arrested. Then my attorney, court appointed (of course) because I’m broke you know, will get me out. On the condition I agree to work with one of those companies that consolidate your debts and help you to balance your budget, so you can pay it off.

A budget…. What a great idea! I think that Mr. President should call that 1-800 number on TV and get some help.

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!!

🙂

Chick Flick of the Week: Universal Soldier

I’m Serious.

I absolutely love Jean-Claude Van Damme’s spin-kick. I don’t know why, but I was mesmerized from the first one I saw. I was not even watching the movie, my hubby and sons were having testosterone theater night and I was  in another room reading a good book. I came out to the kitchen for a refill of popcorn and that’s when I saw it. Then a close up of the kicker clinched the deal. I could not believe what I had been missing!  I plopped right down on a bean-bag and stayed there, not moving until the credits were over.

That movie was Nowhere To Run and it had a romantic, Knight-in-shining-armor story going on. Jean-Claude had to protect himself and the pretty single-mom with his spin-kicks. This was not your macho he-man only kind of movie.

When Hard Target was on TV I decided to check it out. The spin-kicks were even more awesome and intense. The plot was once again a damsel in distress (which I love, BTW). But the enjoyment of watching spin-kicks and the rescuing was tainted by Jean-Claude’s hair. I know it’s petty, but really, did his character have to have a greasy, matted, mullet cut? Yuck. Despite that distraction, it was a great movie.

I discovered that Universal Soldier was playing on HBO late Saturday night.  I would be sleeping on the couch and vaporizing myself, so this cheered me up considerably.  I had a “date” with Jean-Claude.

My “date” is in top spin-kick shape, and has clean, short, military hair in Universal Soldier.  Even when wearing an eye-patch the dude is   HOT!!!.  I think I remember exactly how hot Jean-Claude is in between seeing him in action, but my memory is like black & white TV, compared to the high-def, full living color of this perfect man. Such a lovely surprise each time I see him!

This movie has many more lethal weapons and mindless shooting than the other movies I like. I just fast forward through those parts and get right back to the chick stuff. There should be no shooting in a Van Damme movie anyway. Just a bunch of major ass-kicking.

What could be better than Jean-Claude’s perfect face and body, kicking ass in a tight-fitting uniform?

His being out of uniform, that’s what. Jean-Claude plays a character that is  too hot for his own bad self. When the man gets overheated he starts pulling off clothing and looking for ice. And girls, this happens more than once.

No matter which movie you pick to watch (and I know you will!), you may need ice yourself.

😉