Debby Does…

There is a competitive cooking show that uses a wheel of fate to assign ingredients, methods, equipment, and the like for cooking. That machine is called The Randomizer.

My brain might also be referred to as The Randomizer because there’s an awful lot of unfocused, nonsensical, meandering, spinning, unrelated, discombobulated junk floating around up there.

Today, you get to take a peek at all that cranial flotsam and jetsam.

Tags. I hate them. I feel as though we are such an advanced society that it should be easier to either remove them from clothing or have them printed on the fabric. If even one scratchy thread or fiber remains, I pretty much have to abandon the shirt/pants/dress/whatever.

Riffing on a them here…stickers on retail items. I’m looking at you HomeGoods. Sometimes no amount of Goo Gone can tackle this chore. Some stickers just peel right off, and we love that. Others leave a residue that is industrial in its sticking strength and, when light hits the spot just right, is visible for all eternity. The worst is the multi-piece sticker. It’s not one sticker; it’s six or seven tiny sections of sticker.

Why are people still using Round Up? It’s bad stuff.

Not to be political, but is an AR style weapon ever an appropriate Christmas gift? I say no. You should too.

When I was in school (1975-1988), I carried my Holly Hobby lunchbox, usually with a PBJ, chip item, and Tastykake treat. I think I bought milk? Eventually the juice box and Capri Sun were the norm. I never had a bottle of water. Not once in all of those years. I have come to the conclusion that I must have spent my youth severely dehydrated. These days, school kids are heavy laden with hydro-flasks, refills, and the ubiquitous Starbucks cup. No wonder I wrote so many hall passes to the bathroom. I think I can count on one hand the times I used the school bathroom K-12.

We gave up giving Christmas gifts a number of years ago. Instead, we went away together and enjoyed the gift of each other’s company on Sanibel. I’m thinking that I would like to reinstate gift giving with Jim this year. What are your thoughts about Christmas gifts?

Speaking of Christmas, where do we stand on receiving homemade cookies? I used to always bake, box, and share my cookies. I haven’t done it in a few years. Should I do it this year?

I feel like I should get with the times and scan all my recipes. It’s just that I like the tattered, stained pages with little notes from my mom or me, providing helpful hints and ideas.

If you have neck, back, or shoulder pain, treat yourself to an Omron Tens Unit. You’ll thank me. They carry them at CVS.

I really would like to be cast in the movie for which I submitted.

The Eagles are back tonight—live from Brazil! I know I’ll watch, but it’s just not the same without my mama. Sunday football was our thing. We ordered tacos from Red’s Jersey Mex in Ocean City (closed) and yelled at the television like our lives depended on it. Nothing can top that. Well, maybe an Eagles’ Super Bowl win and a World Series victory for the Phillies. That might soothe my pain a bit.

I think a lot of people approach spring with resolve and resolutions. That’s fall for me this time. I’m piling up new recipes, joining the Y, starting my job, and looking forward to nesting in my soon to be finished house. Bring on those crisp days! I’ve got a new sweater to wear!

Have I mentioned that my sense of smell has changed? Parosmia is what that’s called. It started in October of 2023. I could no longer tolerate the dreamy cologne that my husband has worn for more than 30 years and frequently I smell something that I think is chicory, even when there is nothing to suggest its presence. It’s odd. I did talk to my doctor about it and it could have been from a sinus infection and may someday dissipate. I hope so. I miss that perfect Jim smell.

I’m, what I like to call, a wallpaper widow today. Our new house is going to have some stunning wall coverings and my dear man is getting that started this morning.

Might get cheesesteaks from Food Truck Friday today in honor of the game.

What’s in your Randomizer today?

Go, Birds!