T13: 13 Questions
As I compose this list I am on pain meds for a bad back. So these are probably all very stupid questions. Still, I want to know.
1. Do you ever snore so loud you wake yourself up?
2. What do you do when you have more furniture than floor space?
3. Do you get weird aches and pains?
4. If so, what do you do about them?
5. Have you ever gone to the hospital and they found nothing wrong?
6. Do you have insurance?
7. Does it make a difference?
8. Have you ever learned to avoid words like “just” by misspelling them?
9. Did you ever take a pain medication and find it is actually the cure to your problem? I mean like the pain really goes away even after the medicine is worn off?
10. Is that wishful thinking on my part?
11. Do you keep dying houseplants around?
12. For how long?
13. Do I sound as spacey as I feel?
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Up date: I wrote this several days ago. I’m fine now. Mostly.
Featured T13 Post: Lanie provides us with some top-notch links to writer’s resources that I want to remember.
By George! It's the Tale of an Unwanted Duke
George IV’s daughter, Charlotte, suffered horribly from her father’s mismanagement. He tried to stiff arm her into marriage with an unattractive lout. She finally married the man of her dreams only to die in child birth. And where did this leave England?
And now dear readers, I find myself having to backtrack a bit. My sincerest apologies, but I goofed. There actually were some dukes who married before Charlotte, and one princess. Had Charlotte lived, these marriages would have been of little interest to anyone except serious historians. As it was, only one plays a significant role in events that followed Charlotte’s passing.
But they do have entertainment value. The first is the marriage of the Duke of Cumberland. You may recall the “assassination” attempt on the Duke that made him an unwanted fixture at Carlton House. When one reads about the Duke of Cumberland what is surprising is not that the one attempt on his life failed, but that there were not more people willing to take up the challenge.
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I Want a Daihatsu
They don’t sell Daihatsu in the USA, but it’s owned by Toyota, so maybe I can get my hands on one. If I could see one up close and personal, I might change my mind, but for now, I’m drooling.
Are you wondering what the appeal is?
Right now I’m driving a big, honking gas guzzler. We’re talking 15 mph with a tail wind. We’re talking seats 10 if we put all the seats back in. Parking is a pain, driving it feels heavy, the view is good because I can see right over the top of a lot of vehicles but the guilt factor is high. Worst of all, most of my driving is of the run-to-the-school-and-pick-up-a-sick-kid variety. It’s the sort of thing I can’t do on my bicycle, but really don’t need a half ton van to accomplish.
So I’m thinking if these are cheap enough, I want something like this.
How did I learn about them? A while back someone brought a truckload of these to a grocery store parking lot:
They sold off the back of the truck for $5,000 each. I’ve been kicking myself for not buying one ever since.
Are you drooling over any vehicles? What kind?
Quick Apple Cobbler
This one is a handy way of using up apple sauce when I have too much left over from something else. It’s a very forgiving recipe.
4 Tbs. butter
2/3 c brown sugar
1 c apple sauce
1 Tbs cinnamon sugar
2 1/2 c Quick Mix
1 c milk
Cut the butter into the brown sugar until evenly combined. 
Set aside. Mix the cinnamon sugar into the apple sauce. I generally make my cinnamon sugar with a tablespoon to each cup of sugar, but I’ve been told I’m a little heavy handed with the cinnamon, so I’m going to leave the proportions to you. Shoot for about what you’d use on cinnamon toast. Coat the bottom of a medium size pan with the apple sauce. Mix the Quick Mix and the milk. Scoop up chunks of the Quick Mix mix and scatter on top of the apple sauce. Alternate with brown sugar until all is used.
Bake in a 375 F oven for half an hour, or until toothpick comes out clean.
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Jay with a picture of calamares
Ladynred with pictures of dinner
Bacolod and Beyond with a picture of a beautiful birthday cake
Tamy with Chocodoodle Doos
Emily with Apple Raisin Oatmeal Bake
Solution
Jill: I’m telling you, I’m not walking anymore. We need a car.
Jack: Now, Darling.
Jill: Don’t you “Now Darling” me. You aren’t the one who fell into a mud puddle. And right up over my head, too.
Jack: Now, Dar… um, Honey. I told you about the stepping stones.
Jill: The point is, we need a car.
Jack: I know just the one.
Jill: You have got to be kidding.
Jack: What’s wrong with it? It’s a classic.
Jill: It’s ugly. I want a pink car.
Jack: Car’s don’t come in pink. Don’t you remember the ads for the Nissan Cube? It was black, and gray, and silver, and pearl. Not a real color in the lot.
Jill: I guess you’re right. We’ll get this one and fix it up. I know just the thing.
Today’s theme is Painted
Previously in Jack and Jill I Fell In
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Suzie’s House 116: Miranda Has Her Say
“Drew! Arrest this guy!” Miranda jabbed her finger at Mike. To think the jerk was harboring a known criminal and had the nerve to look down on her for having a few late fees at the video store where he worked!
“On what grounds?” Mike puffed up as he said it, clearly thinking he was in the right.
He might have been because Drew’s expression said pretty much the same thing. Didn’t matter. This was Miranda’s chance at a little revenge. She wasn’t going to pass it up, even if all she could do was hassle him a little.
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Debut
55 words. The last story Alice wrote was very short, only 23,000 words. The one before; 105,000. She nibbled the end of her quill, considering. Global warming? The economy? True love? What could she possibly write that would be exactly and only 55 words? She set the quill to paper. One. Two. Three. Four. Five…
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T13: 13 Telephone Poles
Seems like every time I want to take a scenic picture there’s a telephone poles in the way. Well, fine then. I’ll take pictures of telephone poles.
These have all the fun comments in pop ups. Hover over the pictures and hopefully you will see words.
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Beatific Pole
Town Pole
Country Pole
Left Pole
Center Pole
Another Left Pole. And you were thinking it would be on the right, eh?
Lots of Poles, both sides even
Stormy Pole
Propane Pole. Isn’t it lovely?
Mountains and Pole
Hidden Poles
Seriously Hidden Pole. Look in the tree.
Phantom Pole. The Boy insists I call it that. He said “OooOOooo” too, but I can’t spell that.
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marcia TX USA
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Stephanie Adkins
Kitsch-Slapped
Collectors Quest
Susan Helene Gottfried
Carmen
Sue@Stay At Home Mom
Coffee Break Today
PopArtDiva
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By George! The Prince Has Sisters?
George the Fourth’s daughter, Princess Charlotte, died in childbirth not long after he ditched is wife, Princess Caroline. Now the Regent has no heir and no wife. We return for another installment of Mr. Al’s take on the life and times of George IV.
As distraught as the Prince Regent was over Charlotte’s death, there were many who believed him partly responsible. Or ,at least, not being as deeply affected as he claimed to be. As the grief of Charlotte’s death passed, Prinny discovered that nothing had changed as far as the publics loathing of his August Personage was concerned.
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By George! will be late this week.
Mr. Al forgot to write it until Tuesday, which is cutting it a little too close for me since he wasn’t done when I went to bed.
Mercury Retrograde
This post isn’t really about Mercury Retrograde. It isn’t even about my blasted keyboard. It’s about stupidity.
I’m not really into astrology. I looked into it a couple of times, but never really clicked with it. So I don’t read my horoscope or anything like that. But after a particularly vicious trip which took place during a Mercury Retrograde, I’ve had a healthy respect for the effect.
It comes down to this. During Mercury Retrograde – which is when Mercury looks like it’s going backwards because of the angles between it, the Earth, and the sun – all the things Mercury rules over go wonky. This includes travel, machinery, bureaucracy, clear thinking, and social interactions.
The best thing to do during Mercury Retrograde is navel gazing.
So what the heck was I doing with a glass of juice on my desk? Being stupid. Really. I should have known I couldn’t get away with it. A part of me did know, but I didn’t listen to her. See, I am intrinsically clumsy. With the least bit of intelligence I should know I can’t get away with something like a glass on my desk.
Yes, there’s one on it now. Leave me alone about it. It’s carefully backed up against something to keep me from bumping into it and spilling my water on my keyboard.
Actually, being clumsy wasn’t the worst part. The worst was what I did when the keys got so sticky I could no longer type.
I washed the keyboard.
Stupid, stupid, stupid. I know better. But there I was doing it anyway. When I was sure it was dry I plugged it in, and immediately filled my bedroom with beeping. Which I assumed came from my Uninterruptable Power Source (UPS).
This led to moving the plug, during which the unit beeped a different beep, and the plug got caught behind a filing cabinet. The Boy saved me there. He fished it out before Mr. Al woke up. As to why a virus knocked out the keyboard on my laptop but nothing else on the same day? No idea.
It’s been other things too. The mailman delivered the package I sent to my mother to me. No reason for it. Nothing wrong with the box. Just read the wrong address. I’ve lost the bolt to the bed we are trying to move The Boy to, and had myself a grand old time trying to print address labels for my 104 Submissions self-challenge.
All of it boils down to stupidity. I’ve come to one irrefutable conclusion. Mercury Retrograde makes you stupid. That’s how it works. It make you do the one thing you would normally be sure not to because you know darn well what will happen.
So, here’s my question.
How’s your brain today? Feeling stupid yet? Cause I’m betting I’m not alone.
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Who knew a little juice would be so bad?
Update (5/11/09 7:53am)
I lost the keyboard function on BOTH of my computers yesterday. Could you tell? If I haven’t been by to visit you lately, it probably means I lost track of you. Let me know and I’ll come today. Gawd willing.
Quick Mix – Cuisenart Version
This is a mix that works a lot like Bisquick. Only without preservatives. You can follow the original recipe here.
a lot of flour (see directions)
1/3 c baking powder
1/4 c sugar
4 tsp salt
2 c shortening in 2/3 c portions three times
Measure out one cup of flour in a measuring cup that will hold more than two cups.
Add remainder of dry ingredients. Mix well. Add enough flour to bring the total measure up to two cups, mixing well again. Set your food processor up with a chopping blade. This works better than the dough blade. Place three cups of flour (you can use all purpose, or a combination of all purpose and whole wheat if you’d like) into the food processor. Add 2/3 cups of the mixture from the measuring cup. Run for a few seconds. Add 2/3 cups of shortening. Run for several seconds until mixture is powdery. Place in container. The above is a one gallon jar from a restaurant. Repeat the process two more times. This will keep on the shelf for several months.
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Sherry with Apple Pie
Kristen with a recipe for Crockpot Lentil Stew
I Fell In
Jack: (crying) How could this have happened? Tonic did Jill really fall in? I know she can be clumsy sometimes, but I’m clumsier. And she does stupid things now and then, just like me. Remember the time she fell into her bowl of cereal? And there was the time we couldn’t get out of the bathtub. If it weren’t for her help I wouldn’t have gotten out either. She helped me paint the house, and didn’t complain too much when the boys and I got drunk. Except for with the dress. Can’t blame her for the dress. What am I going to do, Tonic? I can’t go on without her. Come back to me, Jill! Come back!
Jill: I’m right here.
Jack: Jill? Is it really you? You aren’t a ghost?
Jill: I’m no ghost.
Jack: But you’re all pale and chalky.
Jill: (wiping mud off her arms) That’s because I fell into that puddle back by the railroad tracks.
Jack: Oh. Didn’t you see the stepping stones?
Jill: (dirty look)
Today’s theme is In Memory
Previously in Jack and Jill Stepping Stones
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