Friday, December 28, 2007

Where's My Schedule? I Think I'm Running Late

As I mentioned in yesterday's post, holidays give me a lot of spare time. Therefore, I can get a lot of my backlogged "need to do's" taken care of. Well, holidays are also great for getting your internal out of sync. Way out of sync. The same has happened to me or my internal clock, as the case may be.

I generally get up at 4:00 AM to Blog, then I get ready for work, and have breakfast. I arrive at work between 6:45 and 6:55 AM daily. Once at school my schedule is set by the school day. After school I return home; generally no later than 4:30 PM. I may run a few errands on the way home. I will do a few things around the house, do school work, etc. Bedtime is between 9:00 and 10:00 PM. Then we start all over again the next morning. Weekends are not very different. The only exception is I don't go to work. I will do small projects around the house and perhaps run some errands with Chris.

But the holidays!!! I am not sure how it happens or when it exactly occurs. It may be that in the way back, deep, dark recesses of my mind I think (Yes, I do think occasionally!); anyway, I think, "I don't have to go to work tomorrow. Maybe I will stay up a few minutes later!" Perhaps I unknowingly think that if I maybe sleep a few minutes longer the next morning I will catch up staying up later! Who knows?

All I know is that it doesn't work. It just gets worse and worse. Presently, I seem to be going to bed around midnight and getting up at 6:00 AM and having a short nap thrown into the mix during the mid-afternoon. By my calculations, if I return to work on January 7, 2008 I should be going to bed around 3:00 AM. Something has got to change before then. It will. As usual, I will start a few days before the holidays end and will force myself back to bed "early" so I can start rising on time at 4:00 AM. Ahhh!! It will be nice to get back into the normal routine.

I will be on time for school and life will be grand. Until, Spring Break. And don't even get me started on Summer. Summer really throws a monkey wrench into the mix.

Before I leave today, I wanted to mention a web-site. I have been helping a friend develop her website. The web-site is for The Cedar Chest Antique Mall. I would appreciate it if you could visit the website and give it a look. I have also added a link to the web-site under My Favorite Links on the sidebar of the Blog. See it? It's right there, on the left hand side.

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Thursday, December 27, 2007

Two Kinds of Cans-Aluminum Cans and Pecans

I do not go back to work until January 7, 2008. This is great because it gives me time to catch up on things that I have not had time to do. With Christmas over, I decided yesterday to try to catch up on a few things. I decided to take aluminum cans for recycling and to sell the extra pecans.

As we empty our soft drink cans we keep them in containers outside. I periodically bag them up and take them to Lipsitz Metals for recycling. Yesterday Chris told me that I was being "Green" for Christmas. I told her that I wasn't being "Green", I wanted "Green" Anyway, I loaded all of the bags of cans into the back of the truck and headed down to Lipsitz. I waited in line for my turn. When the time came I pulled the truck up, got out, and started to take the bags of cans out give them to the attendant. He slices each bag open and pours the cans on the conveyor. At the end he prints out a ticket which I take to the office. The ticket indicated that I turned in 54 pounds of cans. How much would I get? Once inside the office I eagerly anticipate my new found wealth. The man behind the counter says, "That's $32.40!" That is 60 cents per pound of recycled aluminum. Not bad for just drinking soft drinks and keeping the cans for about 6 months.

Now, let's look at the numbers behind the numbers. Thanks to modern manufacturing techniques there are approximately 33.5 cans to make a pound. In 1980 that number was 25 cans per pound. That is why the cans seem so much thinner now. I can remember when I was in junior high and high school guys would show off by tearing an aluminum can in half. I did that recently and was proud of the fact that I could still do it. Then I learned that I could do it because the cans are made a lot thinner these days. So much for the feelings of youth from days gone by. Back to the numbers. So let's see; 54 pounds multiplied by 33.5 cans/pound equals 1809 cans. If you divide 1809 cans by 12 cans in a 12 pack you get 150.75 packs. Let's just say 150 packs. Now we can have fun. My $32.40 divided by 150 packs equals approximately 22 cents per twelve pack. OH! If I spent an average of $2.75 per twelve pack to buy the 150 packs of drinks that means I spent $412.50 in order to make $32.40. OH MY!

Let's look at it another way. If I spent $2.53 per twelve pack ($2.75 average cost less the 22 cents made from recycling the twelve cans) that means each can would cost a little over 21 cents. Sometimes it is better to look at the little picture than it is to look at the overall big picture. The big picture can get cluttered up with lots of silly numbers that lead us away from the overall goal which is the fact that each can is worth a little under 2 cents each. Keep that in mind the next you chunk a can out the window. "Hey honey! There went 2 cents."

I felt good though, after all that was money I didn't have earlier. Maybe I will fare better with the pecans. We have one pecan tree in our yard. We had an extremely good year for pecans. Towards the end of fall I began to harvest pecans. Harvest is a fancy word that means "stoop over and kill your back". Anyway, in my spare time I would pick up pecans and store them. On Christmas Day I was cracking some and decided that I had more than I could ever use like in forever. So, I made the momentous decision to sell what I couldn't use. I kept about half a bushel and bagged the rest. I would take them to Empire Seed and then come home to wallow in my new found riches.

After leaving Lipsitz yesterday I drove to Empire Seed. For those of you that do not know, they are across the street from each other. I walk in and tell the gentleman behind the counter that I have pecans to sell. I tell him that I had I so many pecans that I could use them all and I wanted to sell the rest. He said, "That's OK. We eat all we can and then sell the rest, just like the ice cream!" I wonder if he used to work for Blue Bell Ice Cream? Any way, he then tells me, "...45 cents a pound" and proceeds to weigh them. After weighing the pecans he takes them to a massive bag and dumps them in. This bag had every kind of pecan in it imaginable, at least in my imagination. Then he announces that he has to weigh the bags empty and get the difference. I commented about the different pecans in the big bag and he laughs about buying an occasional rock or two. Then he shows me a pocket knife that was in a bag of pecans he bought the other day. He said he kept expecting the owner to come back to get it. He hasn't come yet. I tell him it is not bad for 45 cents a pound.

I then learn that my haul came to 39 pounds. At 45 cents a pound that is, let's see, $17.55. OH!
The fellow at Empire Seed then tells me that the local Lion's Club brings in bags of pecans to be cracked. The Lion's Club then shells them to sell for $7.99 a pound. OH MY! If I did that I could make $311.61. OH GOODNESS! From both of my trips I made just under $50. Why that won't even buy a tank of gas! OH MY GOODNESS!!!!


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Wednesday, December 26, 2007

The Night After Christmas Morn

'Twas the night after Christmas morn, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;

The stockings and such lay on the floor in a mess,
In hopes that it would surely not block our egress;

The children were playing all snug in their room,
While visions of new games danced in their heads I presume;

And momma in her finest, and I in my finer,
Had just settled down for a long winter's nap in my recliner,

When out in the den there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the recliner to see what was the matter.

Away to the hallway I flew in a rush,
Tore open the doors and stood with a blush.

The light on the breast of the new-fallen tree
Gave the lustre of calamity to the objects I see,

When, what to my wondering eyes should materialize,
But 7 cats from the branches, "What am I to surmise?"

With a mischievous leader, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be Mister and his sidekicks.

More rapid than eagles his cohorts in crime came,
And I fussed and I yelled, and called them by name;

"Now, Peanut! now, Tabby! now, Callie and Boo!
On, Mister! on Rory! and now Bristow, you too!

To the top of the chair! To the end of the hall!
Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!"

As dry leaves that before the wild tornado fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, they jump to the sky,

So to the end of the hallway the cohorts they flew,
With an ornament of catnip, and a candy cane too.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard Grandma quite clear,
She was scolding each cat, each scofflaw that was near.

As I drew up my hand, and was turning around,
Down the hallway Mister came with a bound.


He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his tail,
It was all tarnished with the pine needles that fell;

A bundle of toys he had in his mouth,
As he looked like a tramp, beginning to head south.

His eyes -- how they twinkled! His tail was so comic!
His nose started to twitch as his whiskers he did flick!

His curious eyes were drawn down the hall,
He squinted and stared at his apparent downfall;

The bundle of toys he held tight in his teeth,
By my feet he stopped and left them beneath;

As if to leave an offering of peace,
An apology for being so caprice.

He stood regal and erect, a right stately old cat,
And I laughed when I saw him, as away he did scat;

A twinkle in his eye and a twist of his tail,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to bewail;

He made not a sound, but went straight to our room,
And started to refresh; and also to groom,

And laying himself down upon the furniture,
He gave us all a nod, and started for to purr;

He opened his eyes, to his cohorts gave a mew,
And away they all flew with barely an adieu.

But I heard him exclaim, ere he nodded off contrite,
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night."



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Tuesday, December 25, 2007

The "W" In Christmas

Below is the text of an email I received from a friend a few days ago. I believe it is appropriate for today's post:


"As every December, I vowed to make Christmas a calm and peaceful experience. I had cut back on nonessential obligations-extensive card writing, endless baking, decorating, and even overspending. Yet still, I found myself exhausted, unable to appreciate the precious family moments, and of course, the true meaning of Christmas.


My son, Nicholas, was in kindergarten that year. It was an exciting season for a six-year-old. For weeks, he'd been memorizing songs for his school's Winter Pageant. I didn't have the heart to tell him I'd be working the night of the production. Unwilling to miss his shining moment, I spoke with his teacher. She assured me there would be a dress rehearsal the morning of the
presentation. All parents unable to attend that evening were welcome to come then. Fortunately, Nicholas seemed happy with the compromise. So, the morning of the dress rehearsal, I filed in ten minutes early, found a spot on the cafeteria floor and sat down. Around the room, I saw several other parents quietly scampering to their seats. As I waited, the students were led into the room. Each class, accompanied by their teacher, sat cross-legged on the floor. Then, each group, one by one, rose to perform their song.


Because the public school system had long stopped referring to the holiday as Christmas, I didn't expect anything other than fun, commercial entertainment - songs of reindeer, Santa Claus, snowflakes and good cheer. So, when my son's class rose to sing, "Christmas Love," I was slightly taken aback by its bold title. Nicholas was aglow, as were all of his classmates, adorned in fuzzy mittens, red sweaters, and bright snow caps upon their heads. Those in the front row-center stage-held up large letters, one by one, to spell out the title of the song. As the class would sing C is for Christmas, a child would hold up the letter C. Then, H is for Happy, and on and on, until each child holding up his portion had presented the complete message, "Christmas Love."


The performance was going smoothly, until suddenly, we noticed her; a small, quiet, girl in the front row holding the letter "M" upside down totally unaware her letter "M" appeared as a "W." The audience of 1st through 6th graders snickered at this little one's mistake. But she had no idea they were laughing at her, so she stood tall, proudly holding her W. Although many teachers tried to shush the children, the laughter continued until the last letter was raised, and we all saw it together. A hush came over the audience and eyes began to widen. In that instant, we understood the reason we were there, why we celebrated the holiday in the first place, why even in the chaos, there was a purpose for our festivities. For when the last letter was held high, the message read loud and clear:


"C H R I S T W A S L O V E"

And, I believe, He still is. Amazed in His presence... Humbled by His love.

May each of you have a Merry Christmas as you reflect on His Amazing Love!




It's me again. I am not certain of the song mentioned above. I have done some searching and this may be it: Christmas Love from Tru North Music. It is the only song by that name I could find. Try the link.



And again, Have a Blessed and Merry Christmas!


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Monday, December 24, 2007

A Christmas Message From Our Family To Yours



Christmas Present (No Not A Gift) and Christmas Past

Today is Christmas Eve. There is so much to do today that I started yesterday. I planned on having smoked brisket for Christmas Dinner this year. I had to trim the brisket and season it yesterday. It has been resting in the refrigerator since noon. I will fire up the smoker this morning and start the brisket around noon today. It will need to smoke for 12 hours; give or take a couple of hours. I chose a smoked brisket this year because I got a new smoker last month. I smoked a turkey for Thanksgiving and it was great.

Yesterday I also prepared a ham and a pot of broccoli and cheese soup. I suppose I cooked the ham too soon. Most of it is gone now.

Later today I will make a couple of desserts for myself and Chris' dad, Hank. The desserts are sugar-free since we are both diabetic. This year I will make a pinwheel type of pastry using pie crust and sugar-free preserves; strawberry and orange marmalade. Also, I will make a cream cheese and cherry dessert using no sugar added cherry pie filling. The crust will be ground up sugar-free pecan shortbread cookies.

Later this evening will be the grand event of the day-opening presents with the kids. The best part of this is seeing Jace open his presents. It seems that when he finishes opening all his presents he wants more to open. I am not sure if the fun is in getting a lot of presents or in opening a lot of presents. Tell me if you've seen this before: Child tears into present and barely notices what is inside then sets it aside for the next present; Procedure is repeated until all presents are open; Then the child announces, "Is that all?" or "Do I have any more?" Better yet, the child plays with the wrapping paper or the boxes and forgets the toys altogether.

I can remember when I was much younger waking up on Christmas morning and walking down the hallway to the living room. My parents were standing in the doorway. No one could go in until my older sister and brother were there also. I was always first, I was the youngest. Then, my sister Michal and my brother Lance appeared in the hallway and we were all allowed to go into the room and see the tree. Underneath the tree were the toys and things that "Santa brought" to us. Somehow Santa was always able to arrange things so that all the toys he brought were next to all the presents that my parents already placed under the tree. It seemed like the entire room was filled with toys, and yes clothes. We got clothes for Christmas too. We always got stockings filled with candy, nuts, fruit, and a coconut. I can remember my brother and I spending a portion of the day trying to get into the coconut. By the time you got into it the coconut wasn't like the kind in the store but it was still great anyway.

One year I remember snooping in my parents room for the Christmas presents. My parents would buy through the year and hide them in their closet. One day while snooping I can remember seeing something that I really wanted for Christmas, although now I haven't the vaguest idea of what it is. The important thing is that I really wanted it then. I could hardly wait for Christmas. Christmas Day came, I looked for my present, and there it was. On my brother's side of the tree. It was his, not mine. I didn't snoop much after that disappointment. The most memorable Christmas was the last Christmas before my father passed away. He had always wanted a model train set and had never been able to get one. My dad got an electric train set for Christmas that year. He was so excited about it. We set it up and we all got to play with it. He passed away 3 months later,

I better stop for today. The keyboard is getting wet and I need to find the Kleenex.

Have a safe holiday.


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