Ten Things Thursday

Words of Wisdom Wednesday

Okay, I have to admit, I don't do very many of these. But it's #12 that is baffling me. What the heck is a tongue scraper? And what is the purpose of that. 

Of course I had to look it up. Here's what I found:

A tongue scraper is a small, curved handheld oral care tool used to clean the surface of the tongue. Definition by Harvard Health. 

When I was a kid, I remember the dentist telling us to always be sure to brush our tongue while brushing our teeth. I always did that. Until...we went to Africa and one of the medicines we had to take burned mine. I stopped brushing my tongue because it hurt and was more irritating. But now, I feel like I need to start up again. 

I'll see how it goes.

Tuesday Thoughts About...

...LIVER! 

Absolutely NOT, no way, gag me with a spoon!!! I hate liver. This sandwich makes me want to hurl! Plus, raw onions on top! Yuck!! Disgusting!

So here are a couple of liver stories:

1. When I was little, my mom put the giblets in the turkey dressing. They tasted like liver to me--except chewier. When we were kids, we had to eat everything on our plate. I'm sitting at Thanksgiving dinner and was gagging on the dressing. I got sent away to my room--I'm sure I was making everyone else sick. I was happy to go and get out of eating that grossness! I'm the only person I know who was ever sent away from Thanksgiving dinner. But, I was totally okay with it!

2. My mom made another dish with liver--risotto. I know now that--that's Italian for "rice." My mom called this liver and rice dish--"risotto." To us, that was the name for that particular dish. I never liked it--although, I will admit it smelled good when it was cooking. It was gross. I can't believe she put the recipe in the box with all of her other recipes as a shower gift for me. I tore it up!

3. Mom made us braunschweiger sandwiches for lunch. She sliced it pretty think--maybe half the size shown above. I gagged on that at lunch. Since we went to Catholic school, the nuns patrolled the cafeteria to make sure we were all eating our lunch. You HAD to eat whatever your mom put in your lunchbox. At the time, I had no idea that braunschweiger had liver in it. I just knew I didn't like it.

4. When Butch and I got married, he wanted braunschweiger. When I was buying Oscar Mayer, underneath braunschweiger, it said: "liver sausage." What?? I sort of freaked out. I had no idea. I literally gagged in the grocery store!

There it is right on the label.

5. My brother, Ronnie's wife, Janet, told me that she only bought braunschweiger in order to put pills in it for the dogs. She said that Ronnie kept eating it! I guess he liked it from childhood! Ugh!

6. When I waitressed at WT Grants, every Monday was "All You Can Eat" liver and onions. We sold a heck of a lot of that, but it was always gross to me. 99 cents must have been a deal because we had a lot of repeat customers every week.

7. When my girls were babies, we had to try all of the baby foods to make sure our babies weren't allergic to anything. I wouldn't even subject my babies to that! 

8. Early on in our friendship with Jack & Connie, we were at a cocktail party. There were these--what appeared to be--bacon wrapped scallops--at least that's what Jack assured me that they were. Oh, no. It was bacon wrapped liver! I almost lost it right there. It ruined my night. I could not get the taste out of my mouth!! Why in the world would I trust a man who gave me wine that had turned to vinegar, not once, but twice! That's just my own fault. 

9. So, even though I never subjected my babies to liver, somehow Stephanie got ahold of it! She actually likes "foie gras"! That's fancy French for liver!! I'm appalled that somehow, I didn't raise her right after all! 

10. Well, that's really the end of my liver stories. But I just had to have a #10. So, here it is. Do you like liver?? If you answer in the affirmative, we can no longer be friends.

Monday Mystery

Saw this at the Las Vegas airport. 

Seriously? Who goes to the airport to see a chiropractor? Can you imagine? Taking the time and trouble to drive to the airport, finding and paying for parking to walk a long way to the chiropractor tucked inside. 

Okay, I know that scenario is ridiculous. I guess it's for people who have kinks in their necks and back and arm and shoulder problems from all the gambling they've done. There has to be a market for this otherwise they wouldn't take up valuable airport space. 

Still, it's seems crazy to me!

Something for Sunday

Scrapbook Saturday

Friday Funnies

Ten Things Thursday

These are some beautiful fall pictures, but some of them look like they might be AI-generated. I don't know how you can tell for sure.

Words of Wisdom Wednesday

I don't know if all of this is true, but if it is--it's kind of scary. But I do like number 8. This is why sleep is so good for us.

Tuesday Thoughts

Let's talk about having your groceries delivered. I know a lot of people are doing that these days. I think that if I lived up a flight of stairs, I would definitely have my groceries delivered. 

Most likely this is what would happen to me:

But then I would deserve it! Really who would do this? I wonder what the delivery "rules" are. 

It is pretty funny though!!

Me on Monday

I have always loved books. I loved getting them for Christmas and my birthday when I was a little girl--especially since Christmas and my birthday in January were so close together. But, I would loan them out and they would never come back to me. I wouldn't remember who I loaned them to. So, I came up with a foolproof way of keeping track--about 30 years too late. Still, it was something. I removed the dust covers and added a post-it note with the name of the person who borrowed it. Fast forward to 2026...

...as I'm cleaning out. I've been getting rid of a lot of books. A. Lot. I only use my Kindle now, so do not need actual books. The only book---books I read are from friends who actually hand me the book and say, "You have to read this!" When they pile up, I'm compelled to get them read and returned. The last time I did that was last December/January. I read 4 book books in a row. I had had them for several months and they were haunting me! I was glad to finish and return them.

But, as I've been cleaning out, I came across the drawer with all the book jackets of books I've loaned that never came back. I didn't even bother to try to get them back. I just tossed the jackets! 

So, to anyone who borrowed books from me--don't bother returning them! I don't want them anymore.

Getting rid of those books allowed me the room to do this...

...117 scrapbooks all in one place. I'm so happy to have this project finished. But lest you think I don't have many books left--you would be wrong. There is another bookcase as big as this--floor to ceiling on the right wall as well as a smaller one on the side of the fireplace on the opposite wall from this. 

So, I'll be cleaning out more and more. It's sad because I loved my collection of hard-back books. But nobody wants them anymore. It is really sad. I keep saying that I'm going to put books in my car and add them to every "book box" I see. I really need to do that. I have some really good books!! It pains me to let them go.

Something for Sunday

On Friday, Connie hosted a Halloween luncheon. She really made it nice for us--as she usually does! She goes all out!

Starting with the cute invitation.

Nancy E. asked if we were to come in costumes. Now everybody knows I hate costumes. Everything about them--thinking of them, making them and even wearing them. I have a couple of Halloween t-shirts and thought I would just wear one. But then, when Stephanie invited us to come over on Halloween and join in on their neighborhood festivities, I thought the least I could do was "dress-up."* I figured if I was going to dress-up for Steph's I would dress-up for Connie's. 

A couple years ago, when we went to our first Disney World's "Mickey's Not So Scary" Halloween party, the girls insisted we dress-up. So, I got us--Mr. & Mrs. Potato Head costumes. So I pulled mine out. 

You can barely see, but I have cute Mr. & Mrs. Potato Head earrings. This one is Mr. and Mrs. is on the other ear. My friends kept asking me if I had popcorn on my hat. It seems pretty clear to me that they are flowers! Daisies to be exact--with the yellow centers.

Connie's table was beautiful. I do love a nice table!

After a little chit-chat, the games started. Connie had about 7 or 8 games. They were a lot of fun, but most were kind of hard. We were so bad that some of the answers to the later games were in the first couple of games. I couldn't believe I couldn't remember that quickly.

Lunch was delicious--Fiesta Stack-ups and fudge pie with orange sherbet for dessert. 

 We had a great time and there were so many prizes!! And candy! I love candy! And then there were party favors! 

The party favors are those beaded art projects. We had choices, I picked the haunted house. We each got a game prize--a Halloween towel and a "spooky" soap/lotion dispenser. Mine is a skeleton taking a bubble bath. We got pens and candy to bring home. I had already put that in my candy dish. 

Another fun party in the books! Now the pressure's on. This is her way of telling me that it's my turn next!! I'll most likely have my annual "Dickens" party--but not on the actual day (12/19) this year as we'll be in Atlanta at Sandy's house for Christmas.

*Side note: Butch is not going to Stephanie's as he insists on staying home to pass out candy. We have quite a few more kids now as our neighborhood is turning over. He said that we are not going to be those grumpy old people who turn out their lights!