It's such a horrible thing when people abuse animals. Here's a chance to help a dog that got a rocky start in life, but is now in a loving home. She needs surgery on her leg, however, so a wine tasting benefit is being held to raise money for the operation. Here's the scoop:
Wine Tasting Fundraiser for Hope!
Thursday, February 16, 2012
7PM - 9PM
Vintner's Cellar in Royal Oak
325 East 4th Street
Royal Oak, MI 48067
Tickets are $25 in advance and $30 at the door.
Contact Shannon for Tickets – 248.229.2404
You can read about Hope and other dogs like her at: http://www.chained2011.org/
Tuesday, January 17, 2012
Friday, January 13, 2012
Ten Thousand Things to Do
Christmas brought a delightful little gift in the form of a comic diary written by Jesse Reklaw. My first thought was how cute, a little book detailing the life of a writer. Then I opened the cover, began to peruse the pages. The dialog is funny, and the drawings just sucked me in. Especially the cat. I love the subtle humor and can truly identify with the author's emotions. I'm not done with the book yet, but I'd like to send a shout out for it. It's worth the price of $20. http://www.slowwave.com/stuff.php?page=ttttd
Sunday, October 30, 2011
THE EGGIES AND ME
(First Experiment)
I, who rarely watch commercials thanks to ways to block them and trips to the kitchen for snacks, recently fell victim to an entrancing Eggie commercial. Have you seen them? The promise of perfect boiled eggs without all the messiness of shelling them? The commercials made it look so easy. Just crack an egg and drop it into the little cup, boil it for the required minutes, and voila - you have the perfect boiled egg. The Martha Stewarts in your family/friend circle will gnash their teeth at the deviled eggs you present at the next gathering.
Yesterday, walking through a Target, I spied a display of Eggies. I had to have them. Ten dollars poorer, I did. I had too much to do when I came home, to immediately try them out. While they were washing and drying, I prepared my Halloween costume, went to church with my hubby and went to the Monster Bash for Literacy at Dick O'Dows. While I enjoyed the evening, the Eggies waited their turn.
My first clue, this new way of boiling eggs might not be as easy as the commercial promised was when I opened the package and realized each Eggie had (4) parts. With (6) Eggies, that's (24) parts. AAAACK. But I told myself to buck up. If I took them apart to wash them, they would go back together. Right?
This morning, in an attempt to mollify my inner self that told me I was supposed to be working on a short story, I decided to try out the Eggies. I do not remember the commercial mentioning the interiors of the Eggies must be coated in cooking oil. Oily fingers and Eggies reluctant to be re mated are not a good combination. Nevertheless I persevered because I did not intend to let a few pieces of malevolent plastic win and send me off to work on that rewrite. The Eggies were filled and joined whether they wanted it or not. Into the pot of water they went, and I turned up the heat.
I was calmly cleaning egg whites off the counter because one of the Eggies had treacherously moved when being filled, when I turned around to see a great foam of white erupting over the pot rim. Now, boiling water may foam, but it doesn't produce great puffy clouds of white. Second clue received. One of the Eggies had insisted on the last laugh and opened itself when the heat was turned up. Okay. I could deal with this. Clean off the mess and keep boiling.
When the timer went off, I had (5) Eggies and (1) rather sad looking hard poached egg. I could deal with that. Yes I could, until the remaining (5) took a stand for monogamy by remaining glued together. Having opposable thumbs, I was able to put them asunder.
Right now I have (5) rather damp half- boiled eggs. I have no idea what happened to the other halves. It's like they disappeared without a trace. The smoking man from X-Files said "nothing disappears without a trace". He was wrong.
I'm not sure if the Eggies will have another chance. The Purple Heart box is calling them.
(First Experiment)
I, who rarely watch commercials thanks to ways to block them and trips to the kitchen for snacks, recently fell victim to an entrancing Eggie commercial. Have you seen them? The promise of perfect boiled eggs without all the messiness of shelling them? The commercials made it look so easy. Just crack an egg and drop it into the little cup, boil it for the required minutes, and voila - you have the perfect boiled egg. The Martha Stewarts in your family/friend circle will gnash their teeth at the deviled eggs you present at the next gathering.
Yesterday, walking through a Target, I spied a display of Eggies. I had to have them. Ten dollars poorer, I did. I had too much to do when I came home, to immediately try them out. While they were washing and drying, I prepared my Halloween costume, went to church with my hubby and went to the Monster Bash for Literacy at Dick O'Dows. While I enjoyed the evening, the Eggies waited their turn.
My first clue, this new way of boiling eggs might not be as easy as the commercial promised was when I opened the package and realized each Eggie had (4) parts. With (6) Eggies, that's (24) parts. AAAACK. But I told myself to buck up. If I took them apart to wash them, they would go back together. Right?
This morning, in an attempt to mollify my inner self that told me I was supposed to be working on a short story, I decided to try out the Eggies. I do not remember the commercial mentioning the interiors of the Eggies must be coated in cooking oil. Oily fingers and Eggies reluctant to be re mated are not a good combination. Nevertheless I persevered because I did not intend to let a few pieces of malevolent plastic win and send me off to work on that rewrite. The Eggies were filled and joined whether they wanted it or not. Into the pot of water they went, and I turned up the heat.
I was calmly cleaning egg whites off the counter because one of the Eggies had treacherously moved when being filled, when I turned around to see a great foam of white erupting over the pot rim. Now, boiling water may foam, but it doesn't produce great puffy clouds of white. Second clue received. One of the Eggies had insisted on the last laugh and opened itself when the heat was turned up. Okay. I could deal with this. Clean off the mess and keep boiling.
When the timer went off, I had (5) Eggies and (1) rather sad looking hard poached egg. I could deal with that. Yes I could, until the remaining (5) took a stand for monogamy by remaining glued together. Having opposable thumbs, I was able to put them asunder.
Right now I have (5) rather damp half- boiled eggs. I have no idea what happened to the other halves. It's like they disappeared without a trace. The smoking man from X-Files said "nothing disappears without a trace". He was wrong.
I'm not sure if the Eggies will have another chance. The Purple Heart box is calling them.
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