Friday, November 25, 2011

Eat Your Heart Out, Martha Stewart

I wrote a post many moons ago about making homemade laundry detergent.  As I'm writing this post I'm making my second batch of detergent from the same original ingredients.  I wash at least one load of laundry a week and I think going 4 months without having to make a new batch (or buy the store bought variety) is pretty darn good.

The laundry does not leave a smell on my clothes.  Some folks like the smell of their laundry detergent because of the smell.  I don't care about it.  My dryer sheets (store bought) leave enough of a fresh scent for my liking. 

I've also noticed that my front load washer doesn't smell of mildew like it did with store bought detergent.  Interesting, and thankful, side effect.

Thursday, November 17, 2011

An Omen

This past Monday I was sitting in my company’s conference room with the rest of the staff discussing projects, office schedules, and pursuits.  We do this every Monday.  It is routine.  Sometimes it is monotonous. 

However, this Monday was different.  Something hit the side of the conference room window hard.  REALLY HARD!  Like taking a baseball bat to the glass hard.

The noise made everyone jump a bit and then we looked outside.  A dove had flown into the glass and lay on the ground dead.  In that moment all you can do is stare and then laugh because of the awkwardness of the situation.  Then it gets really quiet because the thought of “this is an omen for my week” starts to pour through everyone’s mind.

But don’t fear!  One of the owners of the company (who is a good ol’ hunting Cajun) pipes up and says, “I can clean him off and add him to my limit for this week.”

Wednesday, November 16, 2011

The Meaning Behind 'Karma'

I was having a "moment" the other day at work.  The comment I made was, "I'm not cut out for a 8 to 5 job!  I should have been a trust fund baby!"  Then, I realized that my parents were at fault for my 8 to 5 job because they were the reason why I was not born into a trust fund.

You see my logic.

While at the office, I promptly called my mom and said, "You and dad were very unfair in not allowing me to be a trust fund baby!"  My mom, having known me all my life, laughed and hung up on me.  I doubt she took my complaint seriously.  I'm not really sure who else to complain to because I think my folks are the final decision makers on the trust fund issue.

Later that evening I am eating Chinese food with the same mother who laughed at my earlier comment.  The entire meal was pleasant: good food, good company, and funny conversation.  Then came time for the fortune cookie ceremonies that end the meal.
The ceremony includes opening a fortune cookie, reading the fortune aloud, adding "in bed" at the end of the fortune reading, and then giggling like crazy.

I cracked open my fortune cookie and almost started crying.  I had no fortune.

The Chinese don't even want me to be a trust fund baby!

On the other hand, mom, after seeing my non-fortune fortune cookie, laughed hysterically.