I'm getting overwhelmed by the number of senior citizen focused advertisements out there. I get senior dating spam, senior junk mail, and even senior sales phone calls. The latest phone call this morning made me see red.
"Hello, is this Mr. or Mrs. STM?"
"This is Mrs. STM."
"Oh, you don't sound like a senior."
Maybe because I'm not! Besides the fact that I'm not old enough to be a senior citizen yet, I find it really irritating that this woman thinks seniors have a certain sound. I'm always going to have a soft high-pitched voice and I'm going to sound pretty much the same in 20 or 30 years.
I may not look like this anymore...
But I'm not quite this, either...
Thank you phone company, for giving me something to rant about today.
Ernest turned 15 and a half on Monday. He was set on getting his learner's permit as soon as possible so weeks ago I made a DVM appointment and had notes all over the house so I wouldn't forget.
We got to the DMV (slightly early, I might add, because I just hate to be late), only to find that their computers were down, state-wide, in all 144 offices. You could come back later, they told us. The computers might be back up. Well, the nearest DMV is a half hour's drive from our small town, so we didn't want to go home and come back again, to risk finding that the computers were still down. Disappointed, we went home.
I went online and was able to make an appointment for 8:40 the next morning. Ernest fortunately had these 2 days off school.
I was expecting huge crowds, but there were only a couple customers when we got there. They spend a long time in the back inspecting his papers, and I was worried something was wrong. It turned out they had a new version of the form, but they finally accepted our older version as long as he filled something out on the new form.
Bureaucracy never runs smoothly, does it. So he got the permit. But it wasn't valid until he has a session of driver training.
Luckily, the driver training instructor was able to fit him in the next day.
So this morning, here he is, driving himself to school for the first time. Ernest is pretty laid-back, but I could tell he was pleased and excited.
I have a facebook friend who counts pink cars, in an ongoing competition with her father and daughter who count purple cars. Her father feels there was some cheating involved when she counted all the pink caddys at a Mary Kay convention. Purple cars are rarer than pink ones.
Every once in a while, I snap a pink car picture and post it on her facebook page.
A pink Mustang, anyone? Even the wheels are pink!
This one says "Pink" on the bumper. I wish I had a picture of the whole car (Ernest took it while I was driving.) The lower half of the car was pink and "Pink" was written on the side.
A classic pink pick-up in Paso.
Pink Saturday - Beverly at the blog "How Sweet the Sound" hosts Pink Saturday. Let the color pink inspire you!
It's that time of year. The apples are ripe. This year the tree is obliging and drops a few apples every day, so I've been able to keep up with the supply. I know some of you intrepid kitcheneers would say "Can them," but I've never canned anything in my life. And the memory of the chaos in my mother's kitchen as she canned the neverending apricots will stay with me forever. Although I should not blame the canning...she just didn't like to cook period.
As always, I fall back on CH's Apple Crisp** and of course, PIE. But we can't live on desserts, so I've had to branch out (*rimshot*) in my search for apple recipes.
I'm going to go apple free today, except for gobbling up the coffeecake for breakfast, but it's back to the apple fest tomorrow with Apple and Sausage Pie.
Do you have any favorite apple recipes you would share with me?
**Apple Crisp (originally from Low Cholesterol Desserts by Terry J. Siegel)
6-7 tart cooking apples, peeled and slice (I don't peel them)
1 T. lemon juice
1/2 cup white sugar (you can use less)
1 1/4 t. cinnamon
1/4 t. nutmeg
3/4 cup rolled oats
1/2 cup all-purpose flour
1 cup light brown sugar (you can use less)
3 T. oil
Preheat oven to 350°F. Place the apples in a 9" deep-dish pie plate. Sprinkle the apples with the lemon juice, white sugar, cinnamon, and nutmeg. (You need to stir a little.) In a small mixing bowl, stir together the oats, flour, brown sugar, and oil. Sprinkle over the apples. Bake uncovered for 40 minutes. Serve warm or cold.
Yup, it works, sort of...if I use an iPhone app. Most of my Homer stealth photography is on the iPad. I take pictures of him on my lap and e-mail them to my husband who does nor believe that Homer sits on me. Bwahaha, dear.
Ernest walks out of the house with a lighter load this morning. No music today, so no saxamaphone or music binder. Just backpack, gym bag, and massive AP Euro history book.
As we get out the door, he says the gym bag strap is all wet. Eeeew. The dog wet on the picnic basket. No, wait, that was from National Lampoon's Vacation. Homer wet on the gym bag.
Mad rush to pull out the uniform and goo he just put in there 5 minutes ago and find another bag.
Drive him to school. Drive home. Find pee on the ground under gym bag. Find pee on floor in house where gym bag was sitting. Curse Homer. Clean up pee and wash gym bag.
Find history book left outside door. Text Ernest. Yes, he needs it. Drive back to school to put history book in his locker. In the rain. Have minor panic attack thinking I have forgotten something, but remember it is still 20 minutes till my hair appointment. Time enough to go home for coffee.
Drive home. Can't find house keys. Have slightly larger panic. Search purse and pockets 3 times. Have major panic, mostly because my coffee is locked inside the house! Go to hair appt without coffee. 90 minutes later, search pocket and miraculously keys appear. Feel stupid. Open door while observing stream of ants around feet. Find ant spray.
Fortunately, the coffee maker was still on!
Pee, goo, rain, false panic and ants.
But today the sun is shining and nothing weird has happened. Yet. It's only 9:30!
Either nothing much has happened or a lot has happened, depending on the way I look at it.
I set some half-assed goals for September, and unbelievably I achieved them...to do some major housecleaning, attempt some physical activity (I firmly believe said houskeeping falls in this category if you break a sweat doing it), finish a project, and spend less money.
So I have degrimed the kitchen and the bedroom. Pulled out the dresser to vacuum behind it, and voila, an electrical outlet! 23 years and I never knew it was there. It will come in handy for charging computers and cell phones.
And I finished stitching my Klimt Coral needlepoint (which I mentioned a long time ago here and more recently here).
I was trying to spend less money this month but computer things kept dying and cars needed tires and service and so on and so on. I did manage to save a bit by cutting out what kept me entertained all summer: going out to lunch and to the movies. And my gas bill is significantly lower since Ernest doesn't have to be driven to the zoo.
I plan to keep the same goals for October. On the cleaning front, I was a cruel cruel mom and told Ernest his room looked like something out of Hoarders, so I suppose I should offer to help him deal with it. I don't think he has OC issues, I think he's just a lazy teenager with too much stuff. But seriously, it's time to ditch the children's toys and a lot of Lego that he hasn't touched in 5 years. As a little boy, he loved to keep the packaging from the toys. Now he keeps shoeboxes. Soccer shoes, running shoes, hiking boots, converse all-stars. He couldn't find his cell phone one day and it was because an empty shoe box had fallen on it. Here's a brilliant idea I just had! Pack the Lego into the shoeboxes!