10 Snowmen

I counted over 10 snowmen in the neighborhood tonight. One family was even creative enough to have a family of snow people roasting marshmallows over a fire! (My camera died, so I didn't get a very good photo of the family. I'll post them tomorrow!)

The snowmen reminded me of some really fun days the winter we lived in Omaha. I thought I knew what snow was since I lived my first few years in a city near Lake Erie. Can you say lake-effect snow?

Then we moved to Omaha, and learned that lake-effect snow is nothing compared to what happens in a really flat state. After plowing, the snow on the sides of the roads was well over 6 ft for most of that winter.

Maybe the year living in Nebraska is why I sometimes still really enjoy a good hard snow.

Enjoying Snow

For some odd reason, I am really enjoying the snow that has fallen over the last couple of days. The flakes have been big and fluffy. Everything is covered in a layer of white and the entire world is beautiful! (How does so much snow stay on top of such a thin branch?)

I love the way a thick layer of snow muffles all of the extraneous noise. It hasn't been overly cold, so it is nice being out in it. I haven't been able to get in as much walking as I would like, but right now I'm OK with that. I'll just enjoy the beautiful snow as long as it lasts!

Slightly Forgetful

I had planned to make rosemary chicken for dinner tonight. Crushed the garlic, got out the olive oil and lemon juice reached for the rosemary ... The cupboard is nearly empty, how could I forget I threw out the really old rosemary!

We ended up having something else for dinner. I went out for rosemary and we will have it tomorrow. (It needed to marinade anyway.)

Herbs as Life -- Or How Old is Old for an Herb?

Part of my "need for control" spree Saturday included organizing my herbs and spices. I prefer to have all of the spices in alphabetical order, though they don't often stay that way. (I know they don't stay that way because I found four cans of sage and two large containers of creole seasoning!)

After taking all of the bottles and cans out of the cupboard and arranging them on the counter, I noticed that several of the containers looked a little old. I started looking for expiration dates and was amazed at how few of them had expiration dates. What year did expiration dates on food products become the norm?

It was about this time I noticed that some of these spices were pretty inexpensive. How did I get allspice for 45 cents? Then I had to think: What is allspice and why would I have used it? I do remember when I bought that jar of cardamom -- back when I worked at a library 12 years ago and baked cardamom cookies for a medieval festival!

I was beginning to think that some of these containers might even be antiques. (The dry mustard was from my mother-in-law's house. She died 22 years ago!) I know the package designs have changed several times since some of the stuff was purchased.

So, using expiration date, price or assumed age of package design as criteria, I threw out anything that appeared old.

All that is left: red pepper flakes, cayenne pepper, oregano, peppercorns, sea salt, basil, cumin and bay leaves. The cupboard is nearly empty and it feels pretty good!

Based on this one cupboard that I access almost every day, it made me realize that I can get pretty complacent. I am so used to having things around, I don't think about whether they are still useful or need to be replaced or pitched. What other areas of my house or my life can use this type of scrutiny and review? What else can I pitch or organize?

I know they were only jars of old mustard and allspice but it feels like so much more!
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BTW: This was actually the first cupboard I attacked this weekend. I got SO frustrated with the shelf paper, I threw out the pieces I cut because I could NOT get them to fit the cupboard. And I did end up thinning the coffee cup supply. They will end up going to Goodwill.

Why do I Need Shelf Paper?

Did you ever feel like things are out of control? When that happens to me, I need to take something small and clean the living daylights out of it!

Sometimes it's a closet, sometimes dresser drawers, refrigerator, bathroom cupboards or a section of basement. It doesn't matter what I organize, it's the taking control that is key. (It can't be too big, like the entire garage -- just something small.)

Columbus was snowed in today and I felt the need for control. So I decided to go through our coffee mugs and get rid of the ones we don't use or that are just plain ugly. That spread to going through drinking glasses and the rest of the everyday dish cabinet. Before I knew it, I had both cabinets totally empty and I was replacing the shelf paper!

Which led me to my complaint. First, who decided that we need shelf paper, and who was the idiot who decided that it needed just enough adhesive to stick to itself, but not to stick to the shelf?

It also turns out that my cupboards and shelves are not the standard size. I finally got smart. Instead of trying to cut each section for both length and width (I could not find an Exacto knife), I cut 2 inches off the end of the entire roll with a carpet knife. I also got tape out to hold down the corners. Getting the shelf paper straight and without wrinkles doubled the amount of time I had planned to spend on this project!

So two cupboards are clean and I have gained some control. And it has finally stopped snowing. But I still have to wonder -- who was it that invented that horrible shelf paper!
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One of my clean cupboards with wrinkled, blue shelf paper. The blue wine glass used to have a match, but I broke it.

I Hate Being an Adult

Recently I inherited a small amount of money that will make a difference in our lives. I have a million plans for that money that includes a new kitchen, great new wardrobes for everyone, trips all over the world and probably new cars AFTER we invest in our IRAs.

The trips are what I am most excited about! (And a new kitchen. My refrigerator is avocado.) I'd LOVE to hike to the bottom of the Grand Canyon, spend a few days and then hike back out. I was hoping we could go to Cozumel for our anniversary. We had promised our son a trip to San Diego, we've talked for years about going to Germany and there are a million half marathons I want to enter.

If I took every single trip I have in mind, well, I would spend that small amount of money many, many times over! (I'm not the Federal government. I'm not allowed trillions in deficit spending.)

It's depressing, but there are other things that are much more important than these trips and renovations, and a lot less fun and exciting. I don't need to list them -- you all know what they are.

Sometimes I really HATE having to be an adult!

What's In a Number?

Does the number on the scale make a difference? Does it really matter what size you wear?

Intellectually, I know that a person's actual weight does not matter if you are healthy, active, have muscle tone and your clothes fit the way you want them to.

I also know that clothing manufacturers randomly assign a number -- or a size -- to a piece of fabric cut and sewn to fit specific dimensions. Women everywhere obsess about what the number on that piece of fabric is rather than on how well it fits or if it is even flattering. We've all seen people cram themselves into clothes that are way too small just so they can say they wear Size X.

Unfortunately, I'm not immune.

When my husband and I got married 25 years ago, I was way too thin. I look at those pictures now and think I looked rather anorexic. At a good 10 lbs too thin, I wore a size 6 most of the time. I don't recall ever wearing anything smaller than that.

Right now I weigh 20 lbs. more than when I got married, and I could still lose 10 more lbs. I'm not at my optimum fitness level nor weight and yet, I usually wear the same size I wore way back then.

Saturday my sister and I went jeans shopping. The pair that fit was a size 4! When I made a comment about them being mismarked, the dressing room staff person offered to find me another pair, just to be sure.

"No," I said excitedly. "If a 4 fits, I'm buying it!"

Like I said, the number doesn't matter -- but I'm still not immune!