Dip and Chips

Are chips merely a delivery vehicle for us not looking crazy eating dip? I’m a dip eater. Love the stuff. I’m never sure though if the only reason I’m eating the chip, bread or vegetable is so I can eat the dip. What if we ate dip like soup? Okay, now that I’ve spelled out that thought it sounds gross. But really, most dip eaters if honest about their feelings will tell you that they love the dip more than the item they have to eat it on. By themselves, chips, bread, fruit or 21769597-tortilla-chips-and-dips-stock-photovegetables can be tasty, but add that spicy, salty, sweet goodness of a dip and it becomes a whole new experience.

These are the weird things that come to mind sometimes. But it’s September. We are about 60 days from the beginning of holidays and the plethora of dips that come our way. Are you ready for them? Are you ready for the myriad delivery systems — salty, fruity, bread-like items?

Happy dipping,



Through Eli’s Eyes

Eli is our family dog. Recently, I took him to Pet Smart to buy a new toy. The following is our adventure as seen through his eyes. Do you have a pet that has such a big personality you just wish they could talk to you?

Momma said it, “Bye-bye.” Yep I’m game let’s go. She is taking so long, how many dog years is it going to take to get in that thing that takes us places? Oh no, what if we’re going to that smelly place with the mean humans who spray water at me and put that slippery stuff on. I’ll scratch at the window so momma will open it.

Woah, that’s a lot of smells. Focus. Sniff, Focus. Ok, so we’re going toward that place we take the boy sometimes and leave him. Good, not the water place. And not camp where they leave me for what seems like more than a dog week. Wait a minute, now we’re going another direction we don’t go often. I smell other dogs. I’ll poke my head up front and nudge mom’s arm. She’ll tell me.

She said my other favorite word, TREAT. My tail is going to wag off momma, YES, YES.

She stopped, wait a minute, she leaving me in here. Mom! Let me out. Oh, here she is. I get to go with her. Let’s go! I can smell a lot of friends around. We’re going through these big moving things.

It’s going to wear my nose out. What are these? What are those? Treats? Toys? She stopping. That’s fine I can sniff this stuff here.

OOOh, she has something bouncy it goes up and down, smells good. OK! Let’s take it home!

There’s another human we have to stop and talk to. Let’s see what’s up here. I smell them, TREATS! Can I have one? I’m showing my cute puppy dog face. Oh, wait a minute, I’ll sit, that always works. Waiting, waiting. Scratch, sit, waiting.

Yes, it worked — a yummy treat for ME.

Looks like we’re going home. Can I have my toy now? Oh bummer, she’s telling me to sit in the seat. But my toy is next to momma.

Being patient, I’ll sniff out the window. Better check, is my toy still next to momma? Scratch at the window so she’ll put it down. FEEL THE BREEZE! SMELL THE NEIGHBORHOOD! I’VE GOT A NEW TOY!

Ok, we’re home, can I have my toy now? UGGH, she’s taking this stuff off my neck and nose. Then I see it. It’s in her hand, she’s going to throw it… Yes, I have my new toy! Wag my tail to say thank you.

All the best,





How free are these?

coolersOnce a week I have to go by the allergist’s office to get allergy shots (yes, I get two shots a week that I could do at home. But let’s face it, I wouldn’t interrupt an otherwise good evening to inflict paid on myself). A few weeks ago I came down the back steps to find this sign for free coolers. I like free stuff.

Before I got too excited it occurred to me where they were placed. The door next to them led to an outpatient surgery center. You get where I’m going. No, there probably weren’t any body limbs or organs. But there was probably blood (or other such samples) going to and from labs. Yuck!

No, I’m not a germaphobe. But the thought of what these could have contained was more than I could handle. So I generously left the coolers for others to enjoy.

Would you have scarfed a free cooler?


Am I cheap?

My family knows that I don’t like to give cash as gifts. As my nieces and nephews grew into teenagers cash was all they asked for at Christmas and birthdays. My message back to them was, no, tell me something you need, want or would like to do and I will buy you tickets or a gift card to fill that request. It took a few years to get my message across. But as we live in more and more abundance, exchanging cash just seemed mindless. Gift giving is a more thoughtful art than just here’s ten bucks don’t blow it all on in-App purchases. As I’ve shared before, I enjoy the process of thinking of the other person and choosing something they wouldn’t buy themselves or that they really, really want.

I will buy gift cards though. Although I learned recently you can’t purchase a Visa gift card with a debit card. But anyway, gift cards treat the recipient to a night out at the movies, a trip to a museum or perhaps a small shopping spree gift cardsat their favorite store.

Lately, gift card companies are making it harder to look generous. Gift cards for a specific product or store now have ranges on them for the amounts you can load. This no doubt is a cost and space saving idea. But the ranges they are packaging really can make Aunt KK look cheap. There is a huge difference between $15 and $250, or $25 to $500. So let’s say you usually spend about $25 on a birthday gift. If you buy the Amazon card that allows for $25 – $500 and you only put $25 on it, how cheap do you look? My message to these big companies is fine put a range, but give me space to look generous, please.

Your thoughts,


You’d be glad

life guard at olympics

Yep, it’s funny. But let’s face it, Olympic champ or not, get a charley horse in the pool and no amount of cupping is going to save you…

Just saying,


For here or to go?

For here or to go? You’d think this was an easy question. But twice in the last few days it really threw us off a little.

While away at a baseball tournament we stopped at a food court so everyone could get what they wanted for dinner.fast-food-in-car-service The parents claimed a group of tables in the common eating area. I chose Mexican. Went through the line choosing all the items I wanted. The cashier rang up my order and then ask a simple question that left me in a quandary, for here or to go?

What was the right answer? I didn’t think she wanted me to stand there and eat my dinner and they didn’t offer special seating for their food area. So, I surmised that the answer shouldn’t be here, but I wasn’t going very far. Looking over to my friends and then looking back at the girl who wasn’t going to release my food until I provided an answer. Finally, I pointed to my friends and said, “I don’t know, I’m going over there to eat. Is that here or to go?”

To the teenage cashier I no doubt resembled a confused old lady who had lost her car in the parking lot.

Not an hour later my husband encountered a similar situation in which he felt too intelligent to answer the question, “for here to go?” After dinner we all walked across the street to get an ice cream cone for dessert. My husband goes through the line and places our order. Mine was in a cup, so she scooped it and handed it to him. He handed it to me. His was to be in a cone. She scoops it and hands it to him. He slides to the register, holding his ice cream cone. Before completing the transaction, she asks, “for here or to go?” Remember the picture here, he’s holding an ice cream cone in his hand. He didn’t order a pint or quarter of Rocky Road. Why does it matter at that point? Would she repackage the cone differently? He paused a second and just said “here”. Would she stop him if he started to leave? He said he was eating it here not taking it to go.

We concluded that in some great cash register software programmers mind, it was important to know if an order was for here or to go. In some situations, it is. When we are ordering and it’s obvious if not staying in the restaurant that provides tables, a box or bag will be necessary. But food courts and ice cream parlors probably could save that step.

Next time I will be ready with an answer. I’m practicing now.


It’s like wearing clean underwear

There are habits and characteristics we take on as adults that we probably don’t realize come from our parents. How many times have you said something to your child and had the immediate thought, “I just sounded like my mother?” My mother has always believed in a spotless house. She can find dust before the dust bunnies. I’m not sure her three daughters caught the “house-cleaning” gene. Don’t get me wrong, we all like a clean house, but we generally aren’t as obsessive about it unless visitors are coming. In addition to day to day straightening, once a month our home gets a good top to bottom vacuum, dust and bathroom clean-up. For me the big house-cleaning-white-tornado comes with visitors or our leaving town. It’s like wearing clean underwear. What if something happened while we were away and somebody had to go into the house?

**Not my house

There have been times that I have been known to literally vacuum our way out the door. In addition to all the preparations there are in leaving for a short weekend trip or a full vacation, I feel it necessary to clean the house. And even if we leave at five in the morning, the beds are made before our departure.

Of all the quirks I could have inherited, this is a productive one and my husband is wonderfully patient with me about it. As I see it there are two good outcomes from this habit.

First, like I said, should something happen and someone need to come into our home while we are away, they will find order and cleanliness. This can only help with the matter that has brought them there.

Secondly, when we come home, we come home to a clean house. We can ease back into reality of work or school without having to do anything around the house. It’s like extending vacation-mode a little longer.