Random/Ramblings – Peeps Edition #3

This week’s blog was prompted by the ever stalwart and trustworthy Bruce Wehr.

Growing up, my brother and I always ate breakfast before school. It was almost always made by Grandma, because both our parents worked, and it was almost always some kind of cooked cereal. Malt-O-Meal, Cream of Wheat, Oatmeal. Once in a great while there would be bits of cooked bacon in the cereal. I LOVED that! Most of the time the added ingredient would be raisins, which I enjoyed, but not as much as bacon.

Once I got into high school, about all I would have before leaving the house was coffee. Didn’t feel like fixing anything myself, and this was way before instant hot cereal in the little packets. Maybe I’d have toast with the coffee.

Nowadays, my usual breakfast is Winco brand SlimFast powder and 4 heaping teaspoons of instant orange café powder blended with a cup of milk and half a cup of water. Then I zap it in the microwave and pour it into my Bubba Mug. And I really, really enjoy it. When Lia is visiting I usually have regular brewed coffee and whatever I fix for Lia’s breakfast.

If I had a cook to fix my breakfast every morning I would have something different every day. Pancakes, omelets, French Toast, biscuits and gravy and yes, cooked cereal. But alas, I’m alone every morning…so SlimFast coffee it is…

Random/Ramblings – Peeps Edition #2

This week’s blog was prompted by the ever brilliant and light-hearted Sara Wehr.

One thing I learned very early on about having cats: unless you start when they are very little kittens, most DO NOT enjoy being dressed in doll clothes and put in a doll buggy. And even if you skip trying to dress them, they STILL don’t enjoy riding in a doll buggy. There is an exception though. I’ve mentioned how loaded with cat karma Paul is. He could do anything he wanted with our cats. He got down on hands and knees and scrambled around the front room with Katze on his back. Katze was jostled like you wouldn’t believe, but stayed put. With Foonie, Paul would put him in an open box and shove him around on the carpet. He even put the cat in an old bike helmet and did that.

Another cat story…Trill was my girlie cat who would sleep on me quite often. Very sweet kitty. At some point Tucker decided he liked to sleep on me as well. That was fine. A tad heavy and a bit too warm, but I wasn’t complaining. Most people who have cats know that there are times when they just plain freak out for NO reason! You slightly clear your throat and they hear that as a warning siren, going 27 directions at one time. Seriously. Other times you sneeze loudly or drop a pan lid and they don’t make a move. One night both cats were on top of me and all 3 of us were sleeping peacefully. Something spooked Trill and she freaked, which made me react rather loudly, which spooked Tucker who went straight up in the air, coming down with ALL CLAWS OUT, landing right on my boob which of course I took exception to as it was very painful and made a loud comment, which sent Tucker up in the air again, this time scrambling off the bed. All the commotion apparently woke Marv up and he was NOT amused at what took place. But I had claw marks on my boob! It hurt! Much later both cats came back up on the bed and settled down with me. Fun times…

Random/Ramblings – Peeps Edition #1

This week’s blog was prompted by the ever lovely and perky Chris Ranft. So blame her.

I love being able to self-checkout at the store. Usually. It’s so much faster to do it myself and I never feel like I’m being judged by buying Twinkies, Cap’n Crunch cereal and bacon at the same time. Of course, I’m now at the age where I don’t give a rip what other people think of my purchases. Yes, I’m getting a ton of junk food, but do you see that bag of salad alongside? Salad is very healthy…get off my back! The biggest annoyance about the self-checkout is you can’t buy booze there. You have to go through a regular line. Also, if you’re buying cough syrup, Nyquil, spray can glue or White-out, you need someone to OK it. *sigh*

And this would have been the ideal situation when I was a young teen and had to buy “female products” and pray that the checker wasn’t a guy. I would get SO embarrassed. Once again, though, I don’t care now what people think when I have to go through the line and have Metamucil, Depends, Ex-lax, and hemorrhoid cream at the same time. AND FREAKIN’ ZIT SALVE BECAUSE I STILL GET ZITS!!! Got a couple on my chin as I write this! Right next to that beard hair that I plucked earlier…*sigh*