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DO OVER!

Published March 5, 2017 by lynn k scott

Last night ended very poorly (nasty fight with my adult son).

That being said, I woke with the notion today would be a better day.  Hmmm…guess today didn’t get the memo.

  • My coffee frother lost a screw in the dishwasher; so there goes my homemade latte.
  • I have warm milk to put in newly made coffee, but opened fridge and added cold milk to the mug (ugh).
  • Dog drooled all over floor in the seconds it took to add a cup of kibble to his dish.  Slippers and drool don’t mix well.  At least I didn’t fall.
  • Started making yogurt this morning.  Do my temp check and it’s only at 85 degrees.  Hmm….try to get it to the correct temp and DUH!  Damn thermometer and the Celsius setting.  Oh look, right temp now that it’s on Fahrenheit.  Sadly, I’ve done this before and should know better.
  • Went to reblog one thing and ended up repeating myself.

Is it too early to go back to bed?  All this before 9:30 a.m…….

I’m a horrible neighbor!

Published March 4, 2017 by lynn k scott

It’s really a matter of who you’re speaking to.  Where I live there’s a local, online community board.  People can post garage sales, issues in the neighborhoods (or surrounding areas), criminal activity, etc.

I currently live in a small city.  We have fenced in backyards, driveways, etc.  We’re not directly on top of each other, but it’s definitely not the wide-open country either.  That being said, I raised an issue of cats being left outside at night.

My point of posting was because either cats are mating and/or fighting.  They are waking up my German Shepherd mix, who feels the need to alert everyone in the house of the noise outside, whether it be next door, down the street or off in the distance.

Once I am awoken, then I am awake; normally several hours at a time.  The days of “putting the cat out” are over.  I pointed out, we don’t live in the country, and part of being a responsible cat (or any pet) owner is keeping control of your pet at all times.

You’d have thought I said I was going to lace my backyard with rat poison and kill those blasted creatures.  Quite the contrary.  Granted, I despise loosing sleep because people are being irresponsible.  I also hate that while I am not the best gardener, I don’t appreciate the neighborhood cats trying to use my garden as a little box either.  So my post had a dual purpose.

Is it really so awful to ask people to be courteous; respectful?  If you want your animals to have a lot more freedom to roam, then I suggest moving to a country setting where you have that capability.  When living within city limits, where there are laws about this type of thing (silly me knowing that), it’s not out of bounds for people to take care of their pets, furbabies, and four-legged friends.

So, yes, to half my neighborhood, I am a horrible, neighbor.  I want to sleep, so I can get up and safely drive my daughter to school, go to work and just function through the day. What was I thinking?!

Who am I?

Published March 1, 2017 by lynn k scott

Boy, if that’s not a loaded question!  I was thinking about this the other day.  How people perceive me, what they’ve said about me and what I think of me.

So here I am in a nutshell:

  • I am strong (or so I have been told).
  • I am weak (I have my moments).
  • I am trying to be a better person.
  • I am full of self-doubt.
  • I am trying to stay positive when my world crashes in around me.
  • I am the mature one; always having to be responsible.
  • I am a decision maker.  It is a tiring job.
  • I am a wife.
  • I am a mother.
  • I am someone’s worst enemy.
  • I am outspoken.
  • I cry too much.
  • I hurt too much (in my heart).
  • I am sick (chronic illness).
  • I am scared (at times).
  • I am brave (because I have to be).
  • I can sympathize.
  • I am a good listener.
  • I am a friend.
  • I am patriotic.
  • I am honest.
  • I am blunt (too much at times).
  • I am an old soul.
  • I am tired.
  • I am a survivor.

I am me.

A Week’s Meal Plan

Published July 19, 2016 by lynn k scott

I am a working mother, wife, and an all around domestic goddess.  Ok, that last title is normally reserved for the weekend routine, but hey, I like the way it sounds, and quite frankly, I rock that title!

Being the only cook in the family, I am the one to come up with dinner ideas, making sure they are gluten-free and that my family, who are just a tad stuck in their dinner ways, will actually consume what is made.

I popped into the grocery store last night after work.  Ok, so I drove there and walked in, but “popped” sounds so much cuter, not to mention fun.  I wasn’t planning on spending much, and only went a tad over what I anticipated (go me!).

My daughter was with me, and as we were walking up and down the aisles, she said, “hey Mom…how about breakfast for dinner”.  Seeing as I would be starting dinner around 6:00 p.m., I thought that was a great idea.  So we had eggs, hashbrowns, bacon and toast.  Easy-peasy and I could crash early, seeing how I started my day at 3:00 a.m.

Then I caught a few sales and decided to buy the rest of the week’s meals

  • Monday:  Eggs and Bacon
  • Tuesday:  Tacos and Spanish Rice
  • Wednesday:  Grilled Pork Chops and Baked Potatoes with sauteed green beans and carrots
  • Thursday:  Baked chicken wings; half will be coated in wing sauce.  Served with rice.
  • Friday:  Grilled Tri-Tip and Scalloped Potatoes and corn on the cob.

Now all of these meals are homemade.  I don’t buy premade dishes, for the most part, esp. not at dinner.  As we will be home before 5 on Friday, I saved the longest prep dish for that day.  The homemade scalloped potatoes take a couple hours to prep and cook, but are so worth it.

It’s also nice to know how to plan different aspects my week, knowing how long dinner will take to make and clean up.  I am so pleased with myself, I need to make this a habit instead of a just picking a few meals for the week and winging the rest of the dinners we will need.

In just 3 years….

Published July 17, 2016 by lynn k scott

If you have a Facebook account, you might be familiar with a semi-new feature called, “On this day”.  It allows you to look back on your posts that you made that day, from years ago. Some days, the memories are ones I don’t care to remember.  Others are one that I can’t believe I had forgotten or immediately bring a smile to my face.

Since 2012-2013, when I discovered I had Celiac’s Disease, during one of the hardest times in my life, losing my sister and mother within a year of each other, I started undergoing a body transformation.

Can I pinpoint exactly what has caused the weight-loss I experienced?  No.  There’s been a combination and I to say which one has done more is virtually impossible.  Obviously, having to change my diet to a gluten-free one was a factor.  Having a stress-level, that probably reach an unhealthy level was another.  Then there were the days and weeks that I was accidentally “glutened” or just didn’t care and ate food that would hurt me.  My body responded appropriately and emptied my system (rather violently at times) and/or caused great pain to remind me that I can’t do that.  Eating healthier, giving up soda, becoming addicted, and competitive, on with my basic FitBit, drinking more water has all played a factor in my weight loss.

So what does this have to do with Facebook?  On July 6, 2016, I had “memories” to look back on and there was one from 2013.  I couldn’t believe looking at the picture how much I had changed.  Ironically, that morning, I had my daughter take a full body pic of me (almost never do this).  I had her do it because I liked the comfy outfit I was wearing and the jeans now another size smaller.

I decided to put the two pictures side by side.  I was blown away.  So much so, I shared it with my Facebook friends.  Those who know me, know I don’t share many pictures of myself, esp. full body ones.  Even my eldest child, who loves to give me grief and isn’t known for compliments, gave me credit for my dramatic change.  I didn’t spend money I didn’t have on a gym, diet pills, or even increase my exercise level dramatically.  I walked a bit more and watched what I was eating.  Ok, I had to watch what I was eating because of the Celiacs, but it was still an opportunity to evaluate my food and beverage choices.  I occasionally will have a soda from time to time or on a bad day, eat half a tub of ice cream, but I still am dropping the weight because I choose to make a conscious effort.

I never thought I would lose as much weight as I have; over 40 pounds.  It’s staying off because it’s been gradual.  Slow and steady wins the weight-loss race.

 

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Walgreen’s Policy

Published April 15, 2016 by lynn k scott

Walgreen’s is a local drug store.  Personally, I’ve been to better, but that’s for another time.  Recently, I had my doctor send a prescription to the Walgreen’s pharmacy, which is less than a mile from my house.  I can honestly say, I won’t be making that mistake again.

I gave in and went to my doctor last week.  If you follow my blog, you know how I am not a fan of visiting those in the medical community.  However, the pain in my stomach, the vomiting, the wanting to die persuaded me to make an appointment.

It’s not bad enough I deal with Celiac’s Disease on a daily basis.  I had an idea what was wrong with me, upon entering the doctor’s office for this new issue that had been plaguing my stomach.  Sure enough, the doctor confirmed it….an ulcer.

He started me on some medicine to let my stomach heal.  My doctor’s office is about 30 minutes from my home; close to work though.  You would think my prescription would be ready by the time I reached the pharmacy.  Silly you…of course it wasn’t!

Naturally, why fill a prescription when you can wait for the patient to come in and ask for it and then begin filling it.  Who cares about wasting other people’s time, right?

The prescription finally comes up and again, silly me, I look to the board that say it’s ready.  My phone is ringing…who could it be?  Why, Walgreens, of course!  Their automated system was telling me my medicine is now ready.  Funny, the waiting room board was still blank.  Obviously, a good investment for the store.

When I arrived, there wasn’t a line.  Naturally, when I need to pay for my medicine, there is.  I try the kiosk to pick up my medicine.  That would be too easy.  It let me get all the way to where I pay for it and stopped me.  I had to speak to someone.  Damn!  Now, back in line I go.

After waiting another 15 minutes, the tech couldn’t find my prescription.  It was sitting within an arms reach of her register (but out of my vision).  I pay for it, I sign for it, it’s now mine.  Uh uh uh!  New policy.  I must be offered a consultation.  Really?  I thought I was in charge of whether or not I spoke to the pharmacist.

The tech takes off to go get the pharmacist.  I am very vocal at this point that I do not need or want a consultation.  I take my bag from the pharmacist and leave.

After speaking with the store manager, a lowly tech, isn’t qualified to hear the words, “I don’t want a consult”.  The one and only pharmacist, who now is constantly interrupted to make sure this consult option is offered, must stop filling prescriptions to deal with customers.

I let the manager know, there’s one slight problem with their corporate policy; it violates my rights to my medication.  Before you go defending this slower than molasses pharmacy, hear me out.

If their policy is to make sure everyone receives or waives their consult, it needs to be done PRIOR to the customer signing and paying for their medication.  Their “in-house” policy does not trump my right to my medication, that is now mine once it’s been paid and signed for.  They failed to realize this and I made it very clear they have lost my business.  I’m sorry, in this case, the customer was right.  They wasted enough of my time and I wasn’t standing quietly by while they imposed their policy on me, which was declined several times.

CVS is a much better pharmacy and drug store.  Walgreens may be good, in some city, but the two locations, in two cities that I have lived, they are the most inefficient locations of the company.  Just know your rights and make sure you pay after declining.

Checking In

Published March 1, 2016 by lynn k scott

Since quarter to four on a still dark morning, and I have been awake since 2:30, why not check in with everyone?

I do have to get up for work in a couple hours, but I will be going in a bit late.  Need to stop off at the dentist for an emergency visit.  Seems my chipped tooth has created quite the infection.  Yesterday I could have been auditioning for a squirrel gathering nuts in its cheek. 

My face was so swollen, I looked deformed and my coworkers felt bad for me.  I can’t say enough for the two little capsules of penicillin I found while searching my medicine for something to relieve the pain. 

I know, I know, shouldn’t take left over meds, could cause the antibiotics not to work in the future.  Desperate times, my friends.  At least my cheek is now a bit swollen, I was able to sleep without an ice pack on and off my face all night and the pain has been greatly reduced. 

I still hate the dentist, but at least now this problem has a resolution in sight.  More antibiotics should be forthcoming, then we can crown or pull this tooth.

There is a bright side.  Since I had to wait for an appointment, got to love managed dental care, the liquid diet has helped me shed a few pounds.  Gotta look for the positive, right?

I will be back to writing more soon.  Just wanted to check in since I was able to have a coherent thought.

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