Name that Cape

When I was a teen, the place in Florida where NASA sent up manned rockets was known as “Cape Kennedy.” On November 28, 1963, President Lyndon Johnson renamed the NASA facility at Cape Canaveral, Florida, after President Kennedy, who had been assassinated six days earlier. Port Canaveral and the City of Cape Canaveral chose to keep their original names.
Sometime in the past decade or so, I realized that the media were once again referring to that piece of land as “Cape Canaveral.” I wondered what had happened to cause the name to be changed.

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Scoring Points

I keep coming across the phrase “scoring points” in reference to relationships. The most recent of these was on an A0L page featuring John Gray, the author of “Men Are From Mars, Women Are From Venus.” Apparently, part of his approach to improved relationships has to do with recognizing that women and men have different methods of assigning value to romantic overtures.
I have no problem with that. What I mind is the term “scoring points.” That particular term has a very negative connotation to me. It makes me think of one upmanship, and competition, and that doesn’t jive with my particular view of a loving relationship.
I realize that to score points, you have to have done something nice for your partner, and that’s the only reassuring aspect of this philosophy. I worry about a relationship where a person is thinking “Have I scored enough points today?”
That seems calculating to me, and lacking in love.
In all fairness, I know that the author developed this approach for long term relationships which were in trouble, but it seems that young people may believe that this is how every relationship is managed. Will they come to believe that accounting is necessary for every action, or lack of action?
I can see it now. “I washed your clothes, paid the bills, made dinner AND washed the dishes. Now…by my accounting, that brings me to a total of 5,280 points. Twenty more points and I get the MINK!!!” Or conversely, “I got the oil changed in YOUR car, picked up the dry cleaning, took your mother to dinner, AND brought you flowers for no reason at all. I figure that entitles me to _____________(insert sex act of your choice). See what I mean?
It’s just too calculating. We should do these things a) because they need to be done, and b) because we know that our significant others will be happy they’ve been accomplished, NOT because we will get something in return for doing them. Sex should be shared lovingly, and not meted out as a reward.
I think Mr. Gray needs to find another phrase to use

Drat!

I broke my all time favorite mug today.
I set both the mug, and a laundry basket down on the counter, and when I picked up the basket a bit later, forgot the mug was there. It fell over and must have landed just right to break the handle into three pieces.
This mug came from Two Dogs Pottery, in Alaska. We visited the Saturday Market in Anchorage, and I saw the potter’s work. I didn’t buy much that day, but I came away with a deep blue mug that is perhaps six or seven inches tall. The handle curves from the top of the mug all the way to the base and you can see hints of a warm dark brown at the rim of the mug, and edges of the handle. On the center front of the mug is the shape of a moose, in the natural bisque color of the clay. The moose pattern is sealed, and has a matte look to it.
I liked these mugs so much that I ordered more to give as gifts at Christmas, and I ordered three other animal designs for myself. We have the wolf, the bear, and a caribou. They aren’t quite the same as the mug I’ve damaged. The blue is paler, the clay is a bit heavier.
I’ve been toying with the idea of calling her and asking if she could duplicate the one with the broken handle. It won’t be the souvenir I brought home with me, but it would be close. Would you go to that length to replace something that was a favorite, or would you adjust to the loss and find a new favorite?
I guess I forgot to mention that I hate change…..

OH, to be perfect…

I’d like to be perfect, but alas, I’m never going to make it. Only God is perfect, and he must laugh at me, trying to keep up with him!
Eleven days into 2005 the need to reform my life has hit me. When I got up this morning, I decided I would take one chore at a time and work my way through stuff that I hate to do.
I cleaned the kitchen, pulled together the ingredients for tonight’s dinner salad, washed and chopped and diced and bagged it up, so that it would be crisp, and then did a gazillion loads of laundry. Usually the folding and putting away of laundry has to wait until the end of the day, but I got it done load by load. I tidied my room, made my bed, cleaned off the counter at the sink. I started beef vegetable soup in the Crockpot, and THEN…..I worked in the office for a while.
All of this came about because I was avoiding my time on the treadmill today. We returned to exercise yesterday, and I can feel EVERY muscle over my ribs, I swear! It was one of those…..”Lord, please take me NOW” mornings. It won’t keep me from going to exercise tomorrow, but I may wince a bit. Remind me not to take an entire month off next time.
I NEED to get my life organized. I find that I can’t focus when there is a mess drawing my attention, so I’m trying to think of ways to eliminate clutter, organize media, and simplify my life. If you have something that works for you, let me know, won’t you?

Deer

Yesterday at 2:30 in the afternoon, my mother called me from the office to look out the kitchen windows. There were four deer shank to shank, heads down, eating the black oil sunflower seed that had fallen to the ground from the bird feeder.
Earlier this week we had a snowfall of six or seven inches. The ground is pretty well covered, so the wildlife has less to draw on to sustain themselves. I cleared the sidewalk, and then shoveled a path to the bird feeders. I’ve been putting out ear corn and mixed birdseed with a high black oil sunflower seed content, and I fill a silo feeder with chipped sunflower hearts.
It’s unusual for us to have the deer visit during the day. Normally they are nocturnal, and their daytime visit might be a sign of their hunger. They were cautious, and nervous. At least one kept watch all the time while the others “hoovered” the ground. The ear corn was the least requested item on our menu yesterday, but even that was totally gone by this morning.
It’s supposed to warm up and rain this coming week, but we plan to keep up a heavy feeding schedule. If I get the chance to photograph the deer, I’ll try to share the pictures with you.
UPDATE:
Saturday night…..the deer are back. I went to drop something in the trash, and realized two of the deer were less than 10 feet from me, with just the kitchen window between us. I held still, and their need to eat was stronger than the need to run. I slipped away, and they stayed. Dear Husband said….”Where there are two of them, there’s likely to be two more.” I’ll check again, later.

Food, Glorious FOOD!

“For the most part, I can give up sweets, other than the occasional chocolate or a slice of carrot cake, or …ummmm…HOME MADE CHOCOLATE CHIP COOKIES. I used to be totally addicted to anything salty, but I think I’ve finally broken that habit. Now, it seems that comfort food, and things with a complex mix of ingredients draw me.
I have a plan…..maybe I’ll just go to the blog for this….”
As I was saying to Adele in the comments of Just Desserts, I have a plan.
1. No snacking.
2. Eat at regular times.
3. Treadmill or exercise every day.
4. Follow a low carb diet.
5. Gradually cut back on serving sizes.
I plan to eat oatmeal for breakfast, about 7:00 in the morning. A piece of fruit, or fruit yogurt at mid morning. A light lunch, probably soup or salad around noon. A second piece of fruit at mid afternoon, and dinner with Dear Husband. I assume that I can follow his diabetic diet, and have healthy meals.
I’m thinking about adding #6 (which would mean I’d have less time for blogging): Be more active after dinner.
And, I like Cop Car’s mantra of saying the weight I want to achieve over and over, when I’m tempted to cheat on my diet! *G*
Rather than trying to accomplish all that on one day, I’m going to add one aspect at a time until I can juggle it all. I know I’ll slip now and then, but hopefully, I’ll go right back at it.
What do you think??

Just Dessert(s)

Do you have a game plan when you go out to eat? Do you think about what you really want to have, and what you can reasonably eat, and then adjust your ordering accordingly? Or, do you order one of everything, knowing that you’ll have to get a people bag, no matter what you order?
We have an absolutely all time favorite place to eat. It’s part of a chain that serves Cajun food. I have eaten the exact same meal there every time I go, because it’s so good I’m unwilling to try anything else. If the restaurant was a bit closer to home, I’d eat there once a week.
We always start the meal off with what amounts to a Cajun version of a fondue. Next, a cup of bisque or chowder. Then, a crisp, cold salad. Dear Husband used to order a different entr

Just the door…

Just the door of my refrigerator….
Skim milk
Half and Half
Apple Juice
Orange Juice
Ketchup
Whipping Cream
Sparkling Grape Juice
Eggs
Butter
Margarine
Cream Cheese
Imitation butter spray
Italian Dressing
Roasted Red Pepper Italian Dressing
French Dressing
Ranch Dressing
Green Goddess Dressing
Caesar Dressing
Thousand Island Dressing
Yellow Mustard
Horseradish
Red Wine Vinegar
White Wine Vinegar
White Balsamic Vinegar
Worcestershire Sauce
Steak Sauce
Soy Sauce
Dry yeast
Gravy Maker
Kitchen Bouquet
Apricot preserves (2)
Red Raspberry Preserves
Maraschino cherries
Hot sauce
Lemon Juice
This is after I cleaned out the out of code food! I can actually see part of one of the shelves. Is your refrigerator any better?

Queen of Condiments

My family would tell you that I am the QUEEN OF CONDIMENTS! Actually, that isn’t so. I do happen to have a refrigerator overstuffed with bottles and jars of practically every condiment known to man, but it’s not my fault.
I live in one of those very rare households which have three generations. Everyone who lives here is over 35, including the cat. Each of us have our own quirks when it comes to eating, but my mother and my stepson tie when it comes to who can buy the oddest condiment, take one taste of it, and leave it in the refrigerator for six years.
Last week, I had the pleasure of going to lunch with my youngest sister and one of my nieces. This niece has the most inquiring mind, and she mentioned that she had recently taken a class in kitchen sanitation. She works on the supply side of the food industry, so this is not such an odd class for her to be taking. She suggested that we needed to pitch 90% of the contents of my fridge, and I nodded.
She was supposed to visit today. My mother didn’t raise any slow puppies, so I ran for the fridge and started reading the “sell by” dates on every bottle. I was truly horrified when I discovered the bottle of caramel topping for ice cream passed it’s expiration date in 1999. There was something else with a 2002 date, but most of the rest had expired within the past few months. If it isn’t growing something bleu-green it usually gets to stay for a while.
I found several bottles of salsa, six tubs of various brands of imitation, low fat butter, three boxes of real butter, three cans of black olives and two bottles of green olives that looked really nasty, assorted pickles and spreadable cream cheese. I am proud to say that only one bottle of salad dressing needed to be thrown out!
My stepson is the king of sauces. He will blend eight odd things together to make a sauce to pour over a perfectly good steak. I threw out his Teriyaki marinade. Next to go are Bead Molasses, Brown Gravy Sauce, Hoisin Sauce, Szechuan Sauce, Chinese Style Mustard, and Thai Chili Garlic Paste. I think we need to replace the sesame oil, too.
I cleaned out the veggie drawer, and the lunch meat drawer, but I might need to get tough with the drawer that has blocks of cheese. We have feta, Brie, Irish Gold, smoked Gouda, white cheddar, mozzarella, asiago, Parmesan and cheddar.
I threw out half a garbage bag of left overs. Of course, we’ve had a LOT of people here for the holidays, and as each wave came and went, we had more left overs. Then we came down with colds and nobody had a taste for anything, so all that food sat. Incredible waste. I feel as though we need to make a huge donation to disaster relief as penance for having wasted so much food.
The only ray of light here is that we have single handedly raised the number of people employed in the food industry, trying to keep us in condiments!