In honor of #NanoPoblano ending on my birthday, my final photos for the month are of the cupcake art that we have in our kitchen.
Above is a photo of the door to one of our kitchen cabinets. What’s behind this door is pure storage magic.
But the magic doesn’t end there! We had actually been living in our condo for about a couple of weeks before we discovered the most magical part about this cabinet…
There are 2 drawers in the back corner! Absolutely no space was wasted when the previous owners designed this kitchen and for that we are extremely grateful.
In honor of Pepper Day 🌶️ I am going to share this not so great picture of a random dried chilli pepper that I found earlier this month on top of the bracket holding the track to one of the drawers inside of our kitchen cabinets.
Another weird gift left behind by the previous owners of our condo.
Although, one could argue, not quite as weird as the random used birthday candle that we found smooshed between a cabinet shelf and its bracket. We assumed that it was serving some purpose and left it be.
All that remains of the dried chilli pepper at this point is that picture though… Here’s hoping it wasn’t serving some mysterious purpose as well.
Today is the second day in a row that I had to deal with technical difficulties first thing in the morning.
I am never so grateful for my beautiful coffee station as I am on days like today.
With the help of my coffee, I once again worked through my technical difficulties. (Including hitting publish on this post too soon.)
Coffee and I make a great team.
This is our dining room portion of our Bliving Room. Right behind the chair to the right in this photo is where you’ll find the coffee clock and breakfast artwork that I shared in yesterday’s post. (There is also a tree living in that corner that we didn’t know was going to become a tree… But that’s a post for a different day…)
Today is a day that I wish I had some actual cupcakes in the condo. My day started out with my toilet running, then stopping, then running again, then stopping. I knew that most likely something was wrong with the flapper, (the part inside your toilet tank that lifts up to let water through when you flush) so before I was even able to brush my teeth I was lifting the top off of my toilet tank to assess the problem. I was correct, there was a bit of toilet cleaner tablet that had somehow gotten lodged in the flapper and that was causing the toilet to slowly continuously flush. I pushed down on the toilet handle a bit to get the toilet cleaner tablet loose and it flushed itself down into the toilet.
So now the toilet is no longer continuously slowly running, but I also no longer have any cleaning tablet in the tank. So I have to replace that. I have to get into the laundry/utility closet that is also located in the bathroom, pull the box down from the shelf without dropping it and then leave the bathroom in search of scissors to separate 2 packages and open one package.
I successfully get the toilet cleaner tablet into the toilet tank, put the top back on the tank and move on with my morning.
A bit later on after getting a load of laundry started, I get my small glass of apple juice, mug of coffee and cereal out to the table. I go to pick up my glass of apple juice and it slips out of my hand and spills all over the dining room table.
I immediately grab my phone and rush to dry whatever juice got onto it off. The glass has fallen onto it’s side on the fabric placemat that you see in the picture above.
So, the good news is, the placemat is soaking up most of the juice.
Also, the bad news is, the placemat is soaking up most of the juice. All of the napkins in the napkin holder on top of the placemat are also soaking up most of the juice. So all the napkins have now got to be thrown away.
All of my breakfast gets moved back to the kitchen where I dry it off. I dry off the napkin holder. I wring apple juice out of the placemat and rinse it out. By this time the load of laundry I started earlier is ready to be moved to the dryer, so I do that and get the placemat started washing in a small load instead of the next load of clothes that I had planned.
I wipe down the table with a damp paper towel to get whatever juice may still be lingering and move my breakfast back to the table. This time I manage not to spill my refilled juice glass as I eat my now soggy Cheerios.
Today would be really great day for some cupcakes…
This picture and clock hang in our little dining room area that’s right next to our sitting area in our Bliving Room. (Literally right next to, you can reach the table from one of the recliners.)
Confession time: I have a very hard time reading analog clocks, especially ones without numbers on them. I really have to stop and work it out, just something about how my brain processes things. (Many a movie and TV show has been paused while I slowly work out what time the clock says it was and then what time it moved to so I know how much time they are showing has passed.) I am absolutely in love with this clock though.
The artwork above it is something that I created using a sticker stuck onto a piece of paper and then framed. I did not draw the artwork for the sticker, I bought it on Redbubble. The combination of the clock and the artwork makes me smile every time I see it.
The first shopping trip that we went on after our move our first shopping cart, which we had been using for about 6 months or so, hit a curb wrong and one of the front wheels shattered. We were able to tip it back on its back wheels and limp home with it, but that was clearly the last time that we would be using that shopping cart.
So we ordered a new, bigger shopping cart. One that we hoped would be more sturdy and last us a bit longer.
We used it for one shopping day. A trip to Costco and back home, and a trip to a grocery store and back home.
It was unhappy with the kitty litter, plus other groceries, that it had to carry home from Costco, but it made it home in one piece.
It also didn’t like the snowdrifts that it had to be dragged through on the way to and from the grocery store, but it made it home again.
A month later it was time for us to go grocery shopping again. There was a lot that we knew needed to stock up on, so we brought the cart, our backpacks, and a couple of duffle bags to carry all of our purchases home.
The cart made it to Costco just fine.
We did our shopping and proceeded to pack all of the things from our Costco cart into our bags and collapsible shopping cart. Everything fit and we started on our way home.
Everything was going well until we went to cross the set of 6 railroad tracks that were between us and home.
While crossing those tracks the back axle of our cart bent out of shape and the cart no longer wanted to roll.
We made it across the tracks and limped up to the next intersection where we decided that we needed to call someone for help. As Curtis pulled his phone out a guy in a big pickup truck stopped at the light and asked us if we needed any help. We let him know that we did and he pulled into the parking lot next to us and offered to give us a ride home. He and his 2 passengers helped us load our bags and fully loaded busted cart into the back of his truck and saved us from a very frustrating 2 or so miles of fighting to get our cart home.
Unfortunately, our shopping day was not yet over. We no longer had a cart to use since our most recent one only lasted through one shopping day, but we still needed to get our groceries. So we grabbed a bunch of bags and headed out to the store.
As we had finished loading our groceries into our bags and were about to start our hike back home, around midnight in the freezing cold, a guy in a car pulled up and asked us if we were planning on walking home with all that. When we told him that we were planning on walking a couple miles or so back home, he too offered us a ride. He said that he was watching us get all geared up and thought, “oh dear, that doesn’t look like it’s just for a walk across the parking lot” and decided to find out just how far we were planning on walking and see if he could help us out.
We were very grateful to both of the good samaritans that stopped and helped us out that day. Unfortunately, I probably repaid their kindness by getting them sick.
Throughout the day I had been slowly developing an annoying cough. I thought that it was probably just due to the bad air quality, but the next day I woke up sick.
The stress of the cart breaking the day before, and then once we were home for the day opening the mail to find that our dental insurance hadn’t paid as much as our dentist expected them to in 2015 and we owed them over $850 and they wanted their money in 10 days… that probably did my immune system no favors.
So I woke up with a horrible chest cold. And immediately thought that exposing those good samaritans to my illness, even though I had no idea that I was sick yet, was a really shitty way to repay them for their kindness.
I was sick with a fever ranging from 101.6 to as high as 102.9 for a few days after until my fever finally broke. At that point I was left with the chest cold from hell. People were urging me to go to a doctor, but I wasn’t going to spend money that I didn’t have for a trip to the doctor for a chest cold since the fever was gone. Not to mention that the air quality had gotten worse and I would have had to walk a couple miles, plus take public transit to get to the doctor and back. I was avoiding that horrible air outside like the plague…
Now it’s almost a month later and I’m just now almost feeling back to normal. My voice still hasn’t returned and my cough isn’t completely gone yet, but I can tell that this illness is almost gone now.
I really hope that those nice people didn’t get as sick as I did, if they got sick at all.
I currently have my blog set up to randomize all of my header images, and since I have a lot of different header images I thought I’d go ahead and share them all here. The only photo out of all of these that I did not take myself is the picture of the frog using a leaf as an umbrella. That one I found somewhere on the internet a while ago.
These are my answers to this week’s Share Your World questions.
If you were an ice cream cone how many scoops and flavors would you be and why?
I think that I would actually be a bowl of ice cream with a sugar cone broken up into it because I like to eat my ice cream with a spoon. And I might not be ice cream, but maybe a bowl of self serve frozen yogurt. And since self serve frozen yogurt doesn’t come in scoops, I’d be a small sampling of whatever flavors were eye catching, probably involving a lot of variations of chocolate. And definitely topped with some mochi.
Are you left or right handed?
Before making a phone call, do you ever rehearse what you are going to say?
Most of the time, yes. I avoid the phone as much as possible though and will usually have my husband take care of any phone calls that need to be made.
How many rings before you answer the phone?
I let voice mail answer the phone for me.
I even almost rejected an automated phone call with a security code I requested earlier today. I thought I had selected the “text me” option and was most unimpressed when my phone started ringing.
Bonus question: What are you grateful for from last week, and what are you looking forward to in the week coming up?
I am grateful for the beautiful weather we had over the weekend which allowed my husband and I to walk on the trail behind our complex. And for all the photos that I was able to take while we took our walks. And for digital cameras, because I don’t even want to think about how much money it would have taken to develop all of the 577 photos I ended up taking this weekend…
I take a bunch of photos of the same scene so that I can go through later and choose the ones that came out the best and then discard the rest. Since I have already sorted through them all, I look forward to finishing cleaning up the photos that are left this week.
I never thought that actually losing some weight would trigger anorexic thoughts. Most of the time when I feel like I need to start restricting my diet it’s when I notice that I have gained some weight. But when I noticed that I had lost some weight a couple months ago I started having thoughts of restricting my diet to see just how low I could get my weight to go. I didn’t act on these thoughts and thought that I had come to terms with the fact that my body was losing weight and would eventually stabilize.
Until I happened to weigh myself a few days ago that is. The scale said 149 lbs and I freaked out about the fact that I was in the 140s and immediately started wondering if I restricted my diet, could I get my scale to say 145? It’s only 4 more lbs. And it has kind of been one of my “goal” weights and a weight that I never thought I’d actually see. I say one of my goal weights, because I know that as soon as I hit that I’d be focusing on getting down to 135, and then 125, and then 115…
But here’s another way of looking at it. I am only 4 lbs away from 145 lbs. Why is that not good enough? Why is seeing a specific number on my scale so goddamn important?
And why, when I see that my body has been naturally losing weight on it’s own do I not take away the lesson that I don’t need to starve myself in order to lose weight? And even if I did get down to a certain weight because I starved myself, what then? I wouldn’t be able to maintain that weight, and in fact would probably gain more weight back once I did start eating because my body will think that it needs to compensate for the fact that there isn’t enough food available for me to eat.
I have come too far to go back to disordered eating. I do not need it in my life. My life is better without it.