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Self-Isolation Report 2

Isolation Bitmoji

Friday Morning

8:30 ~ finally got up after sleeping until 7ish & then lazing in bed playing games on my phone until I ran out the battery

9:00 ~ Noon… had coffee but wasn’t hungry for breakfast, chatted with friends online, played with cats, took shower, read news to further terrify self, ate a protein bar, had tea

Friday Afternoon

12:30 ~ drove to Crystal Cove State Beach & walked around for a couple hours taking pics

Crystal Cove Crystal Cove Beach Crystal Cove Beach Crystal Cove bicycle with flower basketCrystal Cove picnic table

Later Friday

3:00 ~ stopped at grocery store to get fresh produce, milk, bread (they were pretty well stocked)

4:00 ~ put groceries away, ate late lunch of spicy vegan black bean burgers topped with melted non-vegan brie (yummy)

5:00 ~ FaceTime with elder daughter

6:00 ~ tea and phone games

7:00 ~ contemplated writing… decided to do this report first and also the SOCS and the SLS… plenty of time to write… plenty… my gosh, I’ll be knocking out so many new books soon they’ll probably ban me for hogging all the Kindle space! 🤣

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Images from Bitmoji and me.

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PFF42: Toilet Paper Math

Friday Flashback

Welcome to Paula’s Friday Flashback! This is a challenge begun by Fandango and it’s fun to see what we posted back when (as well as the comments). The post below is a reblog of a post I made 8 years ago (plus a day). And it’s a reminder of our innocence BC (before coronavirus), when we took for granted both the abundance and variety of TP in every grocery store. Last week I was lucky to find some at Von’s when the TP man was delivering, but I grabbed what I could get ~ 2 packs of some weird brand. I was thrilled to buy it too! Anyway, I read that soon the stores will be fully restocked and we’ll all feel very silly. 🤪

Toilet Paper Math

Curious if any of mah readers do the toilet paper math? Does anyone stand there and try to figure out which is the best deal — the 12 double rolls or the 24 super-pack or the generic 6-pack that’s also on sale, etc.? I mean, to do this properly you have to go square vs. square to make sure you’re comparing price per. Or I guess you could do yards… but whatever you do, it can’t be per roll because sizes vary. That’s how they getcha. (Assuming they do.)

I try to be a careful shopper, now more than ever, and with TP who cares what brand really? They’re all nice and soft and fluffy, imo. I can’t tell a difference. I’ve gone house label many times. Since I live alone, one 4-pack lasts a while, so sometimes I’ll just grab that, even though I know it’s not the most economical. I feel guilty though a few weeks later when I’m writing down TP on my shopping list again — that was dumb, I scold myself. Buy the larger package! But honestly do I really want to be walking into my apartment with enough TP to last me through a siege? I have to wonder what people will be thinking… she must have a problem, eek.

Yesterday however I was determined not to make a stupid TP purchase.  I debated between the 6-pack of fatties for $6.99 and the 12-pack of normies for $5.99. Seemed like a no-brainer to go with the 12, so I did. ICBW. I don’t think anyone noticed when I lugged the giant package in from the car, whew! And I must have saved a bunch of money, I am sure.

Which is good because I just got the new Pyramid spring catalog.

/end reblog

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Image from Pexels.

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The Monday Peeve 26

Monday Peeve cat

Smiles and positive posts are all well and good, but sometimes I need to vent a bit. How about you? That’s what The Monday Peeve is all about, a chance to blow off a little steam at the beginning of the week, so then we can go merrily on our way once again (hah). I’ll pick a topic that’s on my mind, but you can vent about whatever you please, here in comments or on your own blog. Grab the photo, use the #TMP tag, and link back to me (or not ~ I dgaf), and Bob’s yer uncle. I do reserve the right to delete any links that offend my delicate sensibilities. So far, none have, but it could happen! I have feelings!

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Men in parking lots who, when they are done parking, get angry that other people are… GET THIS!… attempting to park! Take this entitled white middle-aged man yesterday (please). I’ll just call him “Michael” to make things easier. Michael was finished shopping at Savers and wanted to hurry off to his next errand, which was meeting his probation officer, probably.

Now, I actually was finished shopping too and had pulled out of my spot, but I saw in my mirror that my friend was having trouble squashing the chair she’d bought into her Element, so I circled back around to help. As I backed up to take a spot near her, and watched for a sec, Michael honked at me. Wtf? I stopped and glanced around. Oh! Someone’s brake lights were on. My goodness, I had delayed them from exiting their spot for a couple seconds! The horror. I hurried into a spot so they could take off.

I got out of my car and walked over to where my friend was. Michael yelled at me out of his window: “Didn’t you see me?!?!”

You know, it wasn’t a biggie that he beeped at me to move when he was waiting to exit his spot. I had been just sitting there. But what cracks me up is that he was so upset I hadn’t noticed a superior being in the vicinity. Omg a Michael is near and needs something… I’d better jump like a trained dog to see what he wants. That’s what these Michaels are used to. They can’t bear their new irrelevance and increasing invisibility. Hey baby welcome to the party!

I’m so GD tired of these Michaels. Their day is over and they know it.

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Image originally from Pixabay.

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A Trifecta Of Angst!

Have you seen the trending topics lately? No, I’m not talking about the elections or infections but the following selections

1. What to call poor Meghan and Harry now that they no longer have royal titles or protection from the Crown? Oh dear me. Let me collect myself. What if I see them at the grocery store shopping for nectarines? I won’t know how to say hello!

2. What if my ex starts dating a celeb? As if it doesn’t make you feel dejected enough to see your old flame connect with someone new, but the new crush is Jennifer Aniston? Now that this specter has been brought to my attention, I must reflect upon it endlessly.

3. Eyebrows. I had no idea I was supposed to obsess about having perfect brows, but apparently they are a huge deal and you’re supposed to spend a load of money on them. No wonder I failed at finding a man ~ I had been neglecting my brow grooming. Omg how embarrassing! I’m sure that was the main reason for my multiple rejections.

Please inject your thoughts on these important subjects into my comments, thx!

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Image credit to Bitmoji.

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Shooze Nooz [socs]

Stream of consciousness Saturday

I’ve been feeling pretty darn proud of myself for dumping so much stuff prior to my move, but even so… there’s a long way to go. The otter day I was staring at my shoes and I thought, hmm, I haven’t worn this pair in ages, these are uncomfy, and those are falling apart. Boom!💥 Three pairs in the trash. Not to mention a couple pair I dumped earlier.

Then yesterday I got the mail and what do I see? Yep, a flyer from DSW. Dammit! For those who don’t know, that’s Designer Shoe Warehouse, aka my favorite shoe store. And they are having a big turkey day sale. Gobble! 🦃

But but but… I still have too much stuff! (Tho ya know I could use some cute white sandals for summer, just saying…) Then I see the sale is for TURKEY DAY ONLY. Oh good! I’ll be gone turkey day, whew. Now I won’t be tempted to buy All The Shooze.

But wait. What do I see in the fine print?

“Use offer code BIGTHANKS to redeem online.”

Big thanks? I think not.

I just tucked the ad into my suitcase. Maybe my daughter and I can shop after pie. 🙄

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Written for Linda’s SOCS

Image credit to Shelley Krupa

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Fun Challenge: Grocery List

Grocery list

Shocking right? What a mess! Welp, I don’t keep it neatly on my phone like the Bag Lady does. I grab any piece of paper and start scribbling as I think of things, using whichever writing implement hasn’t been batted under the fridge by the kitty. I also write in code that even I sometimes have trouble deciphering later.

S&C is shampoo and conditioner, obviously. Lysol wipes, coffee, tissue, green beans, and… guam? Yes, apparently I’m picking up Guam this weekend. Hope they have it at Von’s and it’s not over my credit card limit.

Dunno why I wrote my beverages as an outline, though of course Diet Coke is the most important one. Don’t worry, haters! I’ve reserved lots of comments so you can rant about the evils of diet soda. Please do go on. Now, in your corner is a recent study correlating diet soda to early death… but also regular (sugary) soda is linked as well. Soda is bad, mmkay? Always remember though: correlation is not causation.

Also, if you didn’t know… milk is bad (fat). Juice is bad (sugar). Booze is bad (duh). And even water is bad ~ polluted and full of micro-plastics and hormones and fluoride, which now has been proven to lower IQ. OMG, the wackadoos were right! What else have they been right about? Maybe the earth is flat! Maybe we didn’t go to the moon! Maybe Elvis is still alive! The possibilities are endless…

What can we drink then? Conservatives have liberal tears slurped up through plastic straws, but what about the rest of us? Personally, I alternate my Diet Coke with Bai and Snapple (both also diet) until it’s cold (under 70 degrees F), at which point I’ll switch mainly to hot black tea with a splash of milk. Generally, I’ll have one large cup of coffee per day. Mm, hot drinks coming soon. September is annoying because of this heat forcing me to drink so many cold things. Hurry up autumn!

I’ve been out of avos for days, which is so sad (maybe I was crying when I wrote it down, hence the blur?). Avocados are my favorite food and I like to have one a day when I can. I’ve been known to have an avo for breakfast. Just plain, with salt. I’m not a fancy person.

This is also why I don’t date anymore ~ who would want to have a relationship with someone that eats avocados for breakfast? Besides a raccoon… 🥑

~*~

© 2019 Paula Light and Light Motifs II. No unauthorized use permitted. Please check out Paula’s books for sale on Amazon.

The Couch Potato Club [socs 300]

Stream of Consciousness Saturday

Ever since he was a baby spud 🥔, Russ wanted to become a member of the Couch Potato Club. All the best potatoes belonged to the CPC: Big Red, Goldie, Yam… Russ made it his life’s mission to emulate those tates.

First, he worked out. As soon as he got up in the morning, Russ headed straight for the couch. He never got distracted with invitations to the beach or anything like that. He pulled down the shades so he wouldn’t see sunshine, blue skies, and spuds playing on the grass.

Second, he made sure he had everything he needed right next to him on the couch, just like the CPC handbook said to do. Remotes for the TV, cell phone, snacks, and drinks. He left the couch only to use the bathroom.

Third, if anyone asked him for a favor, he’d say he was busy. It was harsh, but Russ knew he had to be tough and relentless to reach his goal.

Finally, he applied for membership, sure he’d get in. He submitted his best selfie, very proud of how he looked like a big fat lumpy tate on his couch. The reply came quickly. Rejection!

Russ was heartbroken. What happened? He called his friend Yam, hoping to get a direct answer.

“Sorry, bro,” Yam said. “But we have video footage of you in the grocery store.”

“But… but… I needed more snacks!”

“A true Couch Potato orders online and has snacks delivered to maximize couch time. It says so on page forty-seven, paragraph three of the CPC handbook.”

“I missed that,” Russ cried. “I’m sorry! May I try again?”

“Nope. You’re banned for life.”

Russ was so depressed he went outside to play in the sun, didn’t watch where he was going, and got mashed by a truck.

~*~

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The Weekly Smile

This week’s smile is one of those theater masks 🎭 ~ but half of it is a smile, so it counts!

Let’s do the tragedy first so we can end on an upbeat note. I ordered a dress, along with some other stuff, for my daughter’s birthday in March and the dress didn’t fit, so we exchanged it for another one. Since the Dumb Company was only sending a dress, instead of packaging it up in a safe box to be left at my door, they squashed it up in a plastic bag, which the mailperson further squished into my mailbox.

When I retrieved the mail, the plastic bag had caught on the metal of the mailbox, tearing through it and the dress, making a hole in the fabric. I had to send it back again, as damaged this time, and request another one. I guess my March birthday girl is going to get her gift in May. 🙄

Around the same time, I separately ordered two packages of socks for myself from Amazon. I arrived home the other night and there was a giant box at my door. Hmm, I thought… what’s this? I opened it to find a bunch of bubble packs protecting my precious socks, which were in perfect pristine condition.

Say what you will about Amazon, they know how to ship their stuff without wrecking it. 👍🏻😀🎉

Green Is Good

Hope you enjoy some more greenery in your feed for Terri’s Sunday Stills photo challenge. 🍀🙂💚

A New You — Finish the Story Challenge

This challenge was started by Teresa, The Haunted Wordsmith and then passed to Rory, A Guy Called Bloke. Rory passed the challenge on to Kristian, who passed it to me. [Note: I edited this paragraph to apply to me after Rory reblogged my post and noted that I’d kept Kristian’s wording.]

Here is Rory’s post:

Finish The Story 2019 – #8

and here is Teresa’s original post:

https://thehauntedwordsmith.wordpress.com/2019/03/13/finish-the-story-2019-8/

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Finish The Story 2019 – #8

Tailoring A New You

The small shop sat on the corner of Houston and Parker for more than a century. Any piece of clothing a person ever needed could be found there. They even sold hand stitched underwear. The Frederickson family owned the shop from the day it opened, and everyone loved the family.
It wasn’t just the customer service, low prices, and great quality that brought customers back for generations – it was the other things the Fredericksons offered. They say a new pair of clothes can change a person, and at A New You, they meant it. One had to be careful when requesting a custom suit – you didn’t want to get your specifications wrong. Why, even one misplaced check mark could have dire consequences on a person’s future.
Take Emilio for example, he …
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Part 2 – Rory from A Guy Called Bloke

Take Emilio for example, he … had listened to his Father Fausto for years, since indeed when he had been kneehigh to a grasshopper crediting and hailing the Fredericksons or as his Father pronounced it the Frederickshons for their exquisitery and finery in being able to produce something absolutely remarkable from sometimes the most staidest of cloth and if not that then there was this magical element to the garments, you didn’t just wear the suit, the suit wore you!
Fausto, had been a young man when he had first ventured into the German tailors at the bequest of his own Father Gregorio, Emilio’s Grandfather only armed with the words – ‘Don’t judge a book by its cover Fausto, this family are from a long line of magickal tailors. They enthuse the garments with not just love and beauty, nor experience and wisdom but if l didn’t know better, l would say with their very souls and blood, indeed it is almost like wearing another person’s skin, but in suit form. For the best suit anywhere in this world, this is the only place to be”
“The moment you slip inside the fabric, it’s almost like you are a different person. My last bit of advice is you must know what you and who you want and where you want to be in life? Then the master tailor Gunther he will make you a masterpiece of craftsmanship. There will never be anything like it ever again, it will be your one and only suit from the time you start your professional life to the day you stop working, then you MUST take off that suit and return it to the family of the Frederickshons, so that they can destroy it, do you understand what l am saying to Fausto?”
“I think so Father, yes.” Fausto answered rather confusedly.
When Fausto had gone to the family tailors he had been made a suit so fine, so fitting that he never needed another suit ever again in his life, he had wanted to be rich and successful and within a very short time Fausto had become one of the cities most sought out grocers. No one had fruits or vegetables of the quality that Fausto had. No one could ever outsell him, outbid him, outsmart or outfool him. After 50 years he had built up an empire of grocery stalls that was the best in all of the Americas! Fausto had wanted his favourite and only Son Emilio to take on the family business, but Emilio needed his own power suit, his own successful three-piece so he could follow in his Father’s footsteps ………
.….except Fausto hadn’t actually asked his Son what and if he wanted to follow in his Father’s shadow, or if he wanted to lead his own life?
Of course the truth had he been asked was indeed different – Emilio wanted his Sister Alessandra to take on her Father’s business. His Sister had always been keenly astute on that side of the business, she was very taken with fruits and vegetables and herbs, she was a fabulous cook, who knew all the right ingredients to make each dish spectacular – she was in her own rights their families best chef! You see Emilio, well he had other interests, and they didn’t involve cucumbers, broccoli or marrows – he used to play with bananas and pretend they were guns …. and even more recently he had made friends with Alphonse who had even bigger dreams. Alphonse had at one time been a Five Points Gang member and was shrewd, he was also closely associated with the notorious Johnny Torrio. Alphonse himself was a right ‘snorky’, and also used the Frederickshons for his own suits, but he had many made and needed more than one, for his many shades of personality and success. Snorky was the terms for ‘sharp dresser’ and Emilio wanted to be like Alphonse too!
The year was 1923, the location was Chicago and Emilio and Alphonse walked into the Frederickshons Tailors where Gunther upon seeing them, greeting them both, “Emilio, your Papa Fausto said you would be stopping by with your new friend, but l never knew, this was the type of suit you wanted!” Turning to Alphonse, “Mr Capone it is so good to see you again, a new suit is it?”
” Gunther, not at all, l want you to outfit my new boy here, Emilio, tell the man what you want?”
Emilio, smiled a big proud toothy grin and said …..

Part 3 – Kristian’s Addition

“I want to look drop dead gorgeous” Emilio said. He liked the ladies, but so far in his life, they seemed to realise he was a low life scumbag who liked gangs and violence and so stayed well away.

Unfortunately the Magical Tailor, Gunther, was become a trifle deaf. He was coming up to two hundred years old and was way past retirement age. Being slightly deaf, he failed to hear Emilio’s last word. You would have thought that it would have occurred to him that Emilio’s request was rather strange and therefore he must have misheard, but senility was creeping in, so he crafted the suit according to the very request he had heard.

Within a week of wearing it, Emilio had dropped dead.

The consequences of Gunther’s auditory and mental deterioration were even more drastically displayed when poor Tristram Van De Gould went in for a fitting.

He asked for a waistcoat that would make him appear slimmer, what he ended up with was a straightjacket that prevented him from eating at all. He died of an emptystomach.

If you thought things couldn’t get any worse, you were wrong because next……..

 

Part 4 ~ Paula’s Part

The taxicab stopped in front of the shop and a disparate group of Americans piled out. “Hey!” yelled the driver. “Someone needs to pay me!”

“Someone pay the poor guy, for Pete’s sake,” Bernie said. “What’s the matter with you people?” And he walked into the shop, bumping his head on the door. “Owww.”

“I’d love to pay him,” Kamala said, “but I gave all my money to that sweet little girl at the airport who said she was homeless.” She went into the shop too. Amy and Beto and Liz ran after her. “Wait for us!” they shouted.

Joe rolled his eyes. “Geez, I’ll pay him. I always get stuck with the check when I go out with those guys,” he said to the cabbie. “It’s just the weirdest thing!”

“I sympathize, buddy,” the cabbie said. “My in-laws are exactly the same. Have fun shopping.”

Trailing after the others into the shop, Joe found them already arguing with the suit maker, who was nearly deaf, apparently. Everyone was yelling. “CALM DOWN!” Joe shouted.

“I was here first,” Bernie insisted. “I should get to order my suit first.”

“Fine.” Amy plopped down in a chair. “I’ll just sit here and have some of their free juice. Can I drink it out of one of these shoes, Gunther?”

The ancient tailor heard his name and turned in her direction. “Ehh, no one here named Sue, honey. We have a Lucy, but she’s off today.”

“‘Scuse me!” Beto said. “But we don’t call women honey anymore. I got in trouble for making some jokes earlier, so now I intend to be an annoying sourpuss wherever I go. I think my suit should reflect my new personality of a serious man who has meditated deeply upon–”

Bernie waggled a finger in his face. “MY TURN MY TURN MY TURN!”

“Ahem,” Kamala said. “This is a perfect example of why we need a woman in charge. Men just feel so entitled to everything. It’s definitely time for women to show how things can be done in a more orderly and peaceful manner.”

“You hussy!” Liz cried. “You winked at my husband at the rally last month.”

“What are you talking about?” Kamala said. “Have you gone off the reservation again?”

“LOL!” Amy laughed, coughing on her shoe juice.

Beto tried so hard not to laugh he waved his arms around madly and knocked over a rack of ties. Joe picked them all up.

Liz showed Kamala a video on her phone. “See? There you are winking at my sweetie.”

“I was crying,” Kamala told her. “I have hay fever. I had to take a Benadryl.”

Gunther hobbled over and said, “Alrighty then, dearies. Who’s next? I’ve measured the men.”

Kamala went next. Liz said to Amy, “I don’t even know why we’re here. It seems so silly, but I didn’t want to be at a disadvantage when you all said you were getting these special suits made.”

“I know, right?” Amy shrugged. “They’re supposed to be magical, or something.”

“Hillary had a suit made here,” Joe said. “But then she didn’t wear it. I’m not sure why. I’d ask her, but she won’t talk to me anymore. Who can even understand women, am I right?”

They just glared at him. “Oopsy,” Beto said. “Uncle Joe needs to go for retraining. Perhaps some yoga.”

“What?” Joe looked around, bewildered. “What did I do?”

“This shop needs to unionize,” Bernie announced. “Who’s with me on that?”

Liz frowned. “I don’t see any employees, Bern. Plus, it’s another country. They don’t need your help.”

“Everyone needs my help!” Bernie waggled his finger at her.

Gunther finished up with Liz and Kamala, and now all six Americans had been measured and fitted for their custom suits. They had told Gunther exactly what their hopes were for the coming year and he would take that into account when designing their apparel. He tallied up the final bill and brought it back out to the front.

“All the suits should be ready in three weeks,” he said to the group. “I can have them air mailed for an additional fee, since I know everyone has to zip back across the pond to his and her busy lives. Now did you want separate cheques?”

Everyone looked at Joe. He sighed and took out his Amex. “No, I’ll put it on my card for the travel points. We’ll settle up later.”

“Thanks, Joe!” everyone said. “You’re the best! We’ll PayPal you!”

The suits did arrive three weeks later, as promised. But…

 

And here I pass the story on to….

Fandango, of course!

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