Remember a couple of weeks ago my admission of not living up to my pride when it came to a spelling bee in high school? It’s okay if you forgot; you have read other things since then. It wasn’t great enough to bother going back to find it.
Well, it seems I have not learned from that experience. Today, I was sent to a website of the 25 most misspelled words (somehow an extra 2 were snuck in). John often asks me the spelling of a word, and I’m usually correct. Therefore, I do believe I could write the word out better than selecting one out of four.
I feel I should warn anyone taking the challenge. Examining closely the ones I missed, I feel certain that my trying to navigate using the arrows instead of “page down” resulted in some of my answers getting changed.
See how you do: http://www.businesswriting.com/tests/commonmisspelled.html
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
Rescued...
Well, I’ve done it this time. I decided to thin my collection of cookbooks. After all, any recipe I can possibly ever need, can be found on www.allrecipes.com.
I started the process a couple of weeks ago. Selecting the old AWP (Associated Women for Pepperdine) book because it had obviously had the most use, I checked its remaining pages carefully for anything of value. What surprised me was that in spite of it’s missing covers and the index being used in various pages as bookmarks, I only salvaged three recipes to be sure they are preserved in my computer “recipes” file.
That was the last time I touched that project. However, last night I found myself needing the recipe for leftover turkey – not just any recipe. Angie Long’s recipe. I knew exactly where to find it. It is on the lower right-hand page of the “Daybreak Camp Cookbook.” When Cindy Thorpe, Pepperdine secretary par excellent, was visiting us in Juneau umpteen years ago, she asked several people to contribute to a money-raiser cookbook. I have ALWAYS used Angie’s recipe for “Chicken Supreme.” Even on the next page, there are other, similar recipes; but Angie’s recipe has been proven in my own kitchen.
I took down all of my cookbooks, and Daybreak Camp was nowhere to be found. My first thought was to call someone – anyone – in Juneau to see if they had their copy still. However, everyone I could think to call is traveling. Then I thought of Jack and Carolyn. Jack is Cindy Thorpe’s grandson, and he and Carolyn actually lived on the premises of Daybreak Camp, in the Bay area of California, for awhile; they now reside in central California. By some weird coincidence, I actually had Jack’s phone number stored in my computer address file.
On the fourth ring, what I assumed was the answer machine picked up the phone saying, “Hello, you’ve reached Jack.” When the voice did not add “Leave a message,” I gathered my wits enough to ask if this was a real person. Indeed, it was.
“Jack. This is Betty. Do you have the “Daybreak Camp Cookbook”? I muttered as though we converse often.
“Sure do. Whatcha need?”
“Angie Long’s Chicken Surprise or Supreme or something like that.”
“Carolyn’s already getting it down.. Here it is…”
I love it when a plan falls together! Thanks Jack & Carolyn.
I started the process a couple of weeks ago. Selecting the old AWP (Associated Women for Pepperdine) book because it had obviously had the most use, I checked its remaining pages carefully for anything of value. What surprised me was that in spite of it’s missing covers and the index being used in various pages as bookmarks, I only salvaged three recipes to be sure they are preserved in my computer “recipes” file.
That was the last time I touched that project. However, last night I found myself needing the recipe for leftover turkey – not just any recipe. Angie Long’s recipe. I knew exactly where to find it. It is on the lower right-hand page of the “Daybreak Camp Cookbook.” When Cindy Thorpe, Pepperdine secretary par excellent, was visiting us in Juneau umpteen years ago, she asked several people to contribute to a money-raiser cookbook. I have ALWAYS used Angie’s recipe for “Chicken Supreme.” Even on the next page, there are other, similar recipes; but Angie’s recipe has been proven in my own kitchen.
I took down all of my cookbooks, and Daybreak Camp was nowhere to be found. My first thought was to call someone – anyone – in Juneau to see if they had their copy still. However, everyone I could think to call is traveling. Then I thought of Jack and Carolyn. Jack is Cindy Thorpe’s grandson, and he and Carolyn actually lived on the premises of Daybreak Camp, in the Bay area of California, for awhile; they now reside in central California. By some weird coincidence, I actually had Jack’s phone number stored in my computer address file.
On the fourth ring, what I assumed was the answer machine picked up the phone saying, “Hello, you’ve reached Jack.” When the voice did not add “Leave a message,” I gathered my wits enough to ask if this was a real person. Indeed, it was.
“Jack. This is Betty. Do you have the “Daybreak Camp Cookbook”? I muttered as though we converse often.
“Sure do. Whatcha need?”
“Angie Long’s Chicken Surprise or Supreme or something like that.”
“Carolyn’s already getting it down.. Here it is…”
I love it when a plan falls together! Thanks Jack & Carolyn.
Sunday, March 8, 2009
And now for the news:
I have yet to catch the early-morning deliverer of our paper, but there are days I just know we have a new delivery person. I will admit we have been spoiled by our Russian fella (I cannot read his name on his annual Christmas card). In the years he has delivered the morning news, I have never had to take more than six steps from my front door to pick up the newspaper. Mostly, in those years, it has been swathed in plastic. In the summer, I don’t mind going out in my bare feet to feel the dew between my toes as I pick up the daily drop of pinecones on our lawn. But, somehow, I just can’t muster up the same enthusiasm when there is snow or ice out there. Some warmer mornings, when I am outside trying to beat the squirrels to the pine morsels, the news delivery person and I wave to each other as he carefully gets out of his car and hits his target once again.
Delivery usually is made between 4:45 and, on weekends, sometimes as late as 7:30. Often, I am at my computer when I hear a simple thud against the front door. I listen for a car engine or the sound of gravel being moved by car tires. However, the only ways to know for certain the sound came from the delivery person is to peek out a side window to see if there are car lights heading further down our road or else go to the door and check.
You may wonder how I know someone new is taking his place? The first clue was when we returned from a week-long trip, and the expected subscriber stack of papers did not show up on our doorstep on the day of our return. (Let me digress enough to say “I love this service!”) Nor did they come the next day. So, on the third day, I called and asked that delivery begin again. And there it was on day four, held together by a single rubber band. The banded papers continued for several days, rain or shine, snow or dry. And, did I mention, just beyond my reach?
Now, here, I must admit that each day must come as a surprise to anyone pulling into our driveway. One day, the cars may be in the garage. The next day, there could be several autos in the driveway. Another day, our lengthy van might be on the side, blocking view of our porch. And still another day, the van may be parked with a camper or trailer attached. I have marveled at good service all this time.
The new delivery person has managed to hit the muddy flower bed and hidden the news under vehicles. I have had to search around house corners and in stacks of fire wood. I say all this to say “I miss the regular fella.” I do notice that the paper weighs less these days and excused the poor aim somewhat to this. This does not, however, make walking barefoot in the snow any more pleasurable.
Delivery usually is made between 4:45 and, on weekends, sometimes as late as 7:30. Often, I am at my computer when I hear a simple thud against the front door. I listen for a car engine or the sound of gravel being moved by car tires. However, the only ways to know for certain the sound came from the delivery person is to peek out a side window to see if there are car lights heading further down our road or else go to the door and check.
You may wonder how I know someone new is taking his place? The first clue was when we returned from a week-long trip, and the expected subscriber stack of papers did not show up on our doorstep on the day of our return. (Let me digress enough to say “I love this service!”) Nor did they come the next day. So, on the third day, I called and asked that delivery begin again. And there it was on day four, held together by a single rubber band. The banded papers continued for several days, rain or shine, snow or dry. And, did I mention, just beyond my reach?
Now, here, I must admit that each day must come as a surprise to anyone pulling into our driveway. One day, the cars may be in the garage. The next day, there could be several autos in the driveway. Another day, our lengthy van might be on the side, blocking view of our porch. And still another day, the van may be parked with a camper or trailer attached. I have marveled at good service all this time.
The new delivery person has managed to hit the muddy flower bed and hidden the news under vehicles. I have had to search around house corners and in stacks of fire wood. I say all this to say “I miss the regular fella.” I do notice that the paper weighs less these days and excused the poor aim somewhat to this. This does not, however, make walking barefoot in the snow any more pleasurable.
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