What is it with these crazy new Freestyle Coke machines at restaurants? It’s bad enough that when you order a drink, you’re handed a cup and told to get it yourself, but these new machines make the process of getting a drink much too time consuming.
Not only are there 23 choices on the main screen, but once you make the initial selection another screen appears so more flavors can be selected: Coke, Cherry Coke, Raspberry Coke, Vanilla Coke, Cherry Vanilla Coke, Lime Coke, Orange Coke
Really? Who needs that many choices?
And of course, every child has to create his or her own drink. A squirt of cherry coke, two squirts of Fanta orange, another squirt of Sprite, a little Root Beer, and Dr. Pepper. I can’t imagine they really drink this concoction. And while they have fun creating a unique drink, there has to be a better way for kids to have fun without creating a backup at the soda machine.
Did you know there’s even an app for the Freestyle machine so consumers can create, name, and share their creations? Do we really need to encourage seven-year-olds to become mixologists?
Unfortunately, even water’s dispensed in the Freestyle machine so there’s no way around it. Please, can you just hand me a can of soda or a bottle of water?
For as long as I can remember, I’ve loved hats. Unfortunately, I’ve never been brave enough to go out in public in fancy head gear.
However, hats have become my friend as I have more and more bad hair days. The long, straight, easy to handle hair of my youth is long gone; and even the short, wavy, wash and go hair of my 30s and 40s is no more. Instead, now I struggle with frizzy, fuzzy, curly, unmanageable hair, probably a curse for my lack of empathy with my daughters who have dealt with hard to handle hair from birth.
This picture is a reminder that I was hair challenged early in life. My mom tried to curl the few wisps of hair or add bows or ribbons with little success. A frilly dress and a bonnet guaranteed her baby would be recognized as a girl.
TBT Lesson #35: A hat is always a perfect solution for a bad hair day.
I guess I should have expected to slog through mud. After all, swamp is clearly written on the sign marking the Marshall Swamp Trail, but I didn’t expect to return from the hike with soaked shoes and socks and wet jeans.
The information we’d read about the Marshall Swamp Trail section of the Marjorie Harris Carr Cross Florida Greenway mentions that portions can sometimes be wet and muddy, especially in the wet season, but since boardwalks have been built over the wettest parts of the trail, I didn’t expect to squish through so many puddles in January.
Of course, we hiked the trail two days after a twelve hour downpour. Maybe that was the problem. Even with the wet conditions, the 6 mile round trip hike from the 67th Avenue Trailhead to Marshall Swamp Trailhead was a great walk through a wild part of Marion County.
An abundance of signs made it easy to follow the trail even through an area with a tree blocking a portion of the path.
Clear blue skies on a cool winter day made for perfect conditions for a hike through areas of pines, palms, and cypress trees. However, I’m not sure this is a place to trek in warmer weather. What with heat, humidity, and mosquitoes, it sounds like the perfect combination to make for a miserable day. Since we swatted a few of the pesky insects in January. What would it be like in July?
Stacks of mail on the dining room table, on the desk, and on the kitchen counter stress me out. I hate dealing with piles of mail, so I’m going back to my old way of handling all of this paper that’s delivered on a daily basis.
I’m opening the mail outside. The trash can serves as my desk and the vast majority of the paper goes directly into the recycling can. Most days I bring in a single sheet of paper and on a good day, I come in the house empty handed
This was my procedure for handling mail for years, but I got into a different habit when I purchased a shredder. Concerned about identity theft, I shredded everything. Of course, instead of shredding daily, mail piled on the shredder for shredding sessions and mail stacked up. Junk mail was deposited in the basket for shredding. It quickly took over.
And what is it with shredders? They don’t work! The sticker says it can shred up to six sheets at one time, but I’m lucky if it works with two. I feed only one sheet at a time and after a dozen or so pieces of mail, it overheats or gets clogged so that I’m picking paper out of the blades with a paper clip. What a waste of time!
Shredding by hand is now my preferred method. As many times as my information has been compromised at retailers, I don’t think mail is my biggest worry. Envelopes, junk mail, and catalogs directly in the recycling can. Tear the pieces containing personal info into small pieces and then in the recycling can. Take anything remaining in the house – usually a single sheet of paper – much more manageable.
Don’t bring the mail in the house…trash it!
And I’m working on getting off some of these mailing lists!
Who knew there really was an Opposite Day? I remember days being declared as Opposite Day from my days in elementary school so the thought of January 25 being designated as a day to celebrate the nonsense that comes with Opposite Day can only bring a smile to my face.
It’s been described as a day to do the opposite of what’s usually done:
Eat breakfast for dinner
Read from the opposite direction
Eat dessert first
Wear summer clothes in the middle of winter (not that it would be a problem here in Florida)
Brush your teeth with your toothbrush in the opposite hand
Of course, you can just talk like the kids I knew who declared the day to be Opposite Day by adding the phrase…if it were opposite day…at the end of the sentence.
I’m looking forward to a little dessert just before eating pancakes for dinner!
I can’t help but notice the roadside strawberry stands that have popped up the last couple of weeks. It’s one of my favorite things about winter in Florida, fresh strawberries! Since I can’t resist buying berries by the flat, I need to find some new recipes so that not even one berry goes to waste.
The Eighth Street Elementary talent show provided an opportunity for students to be on stage in front of their friends and family, even if their talent was limited. In 1998, the event moved to the auditorium at Forest High School…a big time stage for elementary students.
Emily, Sarah and several of their friends performed to the song Ghostbusters, with the 5th grade Ghostbusters pursuing the 2nd and 3rd grade ghosts dancing and spraying silly string to the delight of their classmates.
TBT Lesson #?: You don’t know it’s a classic until it hits the stage.
In the book Deadly Waters, author Gloria Skurzynski, compares manatee to giant potatoes.
Not a bad description, but a potato may be more active.
These creatures are so ugly, they’re adorable.
Every year seems to be devoted to a different animal: sea turtles, black bears, moose, killer whales, grizzly bears. Last year was the year of the manatee, starting last January at Fanning Springs State Park and then at Blue Springs, Homasassa Springs, Wakula Springs, and finally swimming with them at Crystal River.