many pickles, but if we go into next summer with plenty of pickles in the canning cabinet, then we’ll skip planting the cucumbers next year. I also made more tomato sauce, which is a time-consuming thing, but the more tomato sauce we have, the better. I blanched and froze green beans, and was going to make salsa, but Fred decided the tomatoes were too ripe and wouldn’t make good salsa (um, okayyyyy), so I’ll be doing that later this week. I shelled and blanched and froze three pounds of black-eyed peas. Shelling black-eyed peas makes me incredibly impatient after about half an hour, I don’t know why. It’s not a difficult thing to do, but I get all antsy, even if I’m watching a TV show I like. After an hour of it, I want to throw all the black-eyed peas against the wall and have a temper tantrum. I don’t (usually), I’m usually able to hold it together, but it’s a struggle. Fred and I are horrible people sometimes, I concluded over the weekend. I mean, I KNEW we’re horrible people sometimes, I just forget and was reminded anew over the weekend. We were watching a documentary, (the title of which I will not share with you, because you’ll look askance at me and be all “And who do you think YOU are, Hairy McScarey with the unplucked eyebrows and the crooked bottom teeth? And the big ass? And the flabby thighs? And the goofy hair? And I could go ON.”) and I was shelling black-eyed peas, and about half an hour in, Fred said “Are you interested in this movie? Because I think it’s boring.” I said “No, you can turn it off.” He stood up to do so, and I said “I’d find their plight more interesting if they weren’t quite so ugly.” And directly from Hell I heard Satan faintly calling “I’ll save this seat right here for YOU!”
And I said “I didn’t, but I do now. Huh.”
She made me try them on again, and looked at me like I was lying to her when I said they felt comfortable, but then she did a “It’s YOUR life” shrug, and measured me for whatever the hell they measure when you order glasses.
Yesterday I picked them up, and I wouldn’t be me if I didn’t provide “Old glasses” and “New glasses” pictures for you.
Old glasses.
New glasses.
I don’t know – not all that attractive, but I seriously considered the cat’s eye frames and thought they looked horrid on me. Not that it matters, anyway, since I put my contacts in as soon as I get up, and keep them in ’til bedtime.
Also, I clearly need a nap.
Maxi likes to spend the night sleeping on Fred’s car, then when he leaves for work, she climbs up on top of my car and spends the morning there. She is the Queen of all she surveys.
Miz Poo likes to sit and hiss through the door at Newt, and Maxi when she’s around.
Previously
2006: DON’T YOU HATE IT WHEN A JOURNALER SAYS THAT?
2005: No entry.
2004: No entry.
2003: “Motherfucker!” was Fred’s response.
2002: Why yes, it IS a rough life, thanks for asking.
2001: No entry.
2000: Because I was so overworked over the summer, you know.]]>
My husband picks glasses in the kids section all the time, he has a small head. It saves us money and for the most part they are more durable cause kids aren’t kind to their glasses! I like your new frames and they are a major improvement from the old ones. I mean that in the nicest possible way. xoxo (How often do you wear glasses anyways, never seen a photo of them on you!)
My GOD you look like your daughter in that second picture. An only slightly older version of Her Highness, The Spud.
And what DO you hear from the Spud, anyway??? News! News!!!
Those old glasses make your plight less interesting.
Jennifer you took the words right out of my mouth! How is the Spud these days? And your new glasses do, indeed, look MAH-velous, DAHlink. 🙂
Yes, your new glasses look great! I was sort of scared for you when I was reading the entry, scrolled down a tad and saw a photo of you with your “old” glasses and thought they were your new ones. I was thinking that the glasses chick was rightly concerned for how they looked on you, but then I read the caption and was “shew”.
Damn it Jane – even in someone elses comments you crack me up!
I’m a tad bit worried about Fred being there by himself with all of that produce. I hope he does bring it to work and give it away instead of saving it all for when you get back. I can just imagine you returning from a week with your mother, a long, difficult flight back, followed by a 2 hour drive in the heat from the airport. When you finally make it to Smallville, sometime around midnight, you go in the house just wanting a cold drink, you open the fridge, and it all tumbles out. A full weeks produce, stuffed into the fridge and now splattered on the floor – Fred behind you “Don’t open the….oops – too late!”
As I scrolled down to your after pic,I smiled when I noticed that my frames are basically the same as yours. THEN I read your caption,”…not attractive…” Oh well!
I love how you do that thing with the surprized cat look. Newt and sugarbutt look so much alike, does Miz Poo ever get them mixed up? You look good in your new glasses. They are exactly like mine and my old glasses look just like your old ones!! As for the garden, you may not have to plant one next year, just use what you have canned and frozen and of course ther will be plenty of eggs.(but then what would Fred do with his spare time?)Poor Robyn, I see canning in your future, HUGS!!!!
I second what Lo said! Love the new glasses and love those country cats!
Well? Are you going to give/point us to the recipe for your bread and butter pickles? You know you can’t say, “umm umm good” and not give the recipe.
Your before/after glasses pix made me laugh. Those are exactly my before and afters.
I fear that I know the exact documentary you mean, because I also had a shameful moment when one of the people in the documentary was getting his closeup and being very earnest about rising above…and I said something to my husband like…”He’s never getting very far with those teeth.” We turned it off, too.
Save me the seat next to you in Hell. Unless Jane wants to snuggle in there first.
(jane, you crack me up, both here and in kansas.)
If I were as clever as Jane I’d have said what she said!
Youreally need to do a cat book, the world needs to have access to that surprised cat picture, it sums up so many situations. A masterpiece of the cat world.
Who cares if they’re kids’ frames? Maybe they fit your head better. You look pretty darn cute in them, too. I suspect I might have picked out men’s frames when I got my new glasses because the salesguy kept asking me if I’d like to try something “more feminine.” Eh, whatever. I lurve my new glasses.
I LOVE the new glasses! They just fit you and your personality!! I also agree with everyone else..you and Spud look so much alike..esp the second picture and how’s she doing?!
Miz Poo is protecting the house from the bad outside cats. She’s so brave!
I think I had glasses like your old ones, back in the day 🙂 How old were they? I just swapped out my glasses, too, because I am always afraid I will get disasterous eye infection and not be able to wear my contacts. And then how would I drive?
I usually skip over the feel-good volunteer stories in People magazine because I don’t get that magazine for that stuff. I want to read about Lindsay’s rehab and Nicole’s pregnancy! I figure I’m right there next to you in hell.
Hee; I have your old glasses! And since I too wear them only to find the bathroom and my contact lenses, I’ve not been in a hurry to change them out. They’re SO scratched up though, it’s a wonder I can see at all.
Eh, how much do you really have to see in order to walk 15 feet to the next room?!
I will NEVER get tired of that picture of the Booger. It cracks me up every. single. time.
“I’d find their plight more interesting if they weren’t quite so ugly.”
So, true. So very true…
😉
I wanna know! I wanna know!! What mooovieeee waaaaaaas iiiit??!?!?!!!! And have I seen it and did I think it was great? Could I even manage to watch through the tears? What? What? Whaaaaaaaat??!?!?!!! Oh, the pain! The pain of it all!
And do you ever think about how owly the boogie be? That pic looks mightily like an owl to me.
“Running around like a chicken with its head cut off” – Well, I hope your chickens can’t read – you’ll scare the crap out of them!!!!
I think I had a pair just like your old glasses. I have probably had every style that has come around since I started wearing glasses back in the third grade in the late 70s. Anyway, the person who was helping you when you first picked them out should have told you they were “kid” frames! But it shouldn’t make any difference — if you like them, if they fit your head and face, that’s what counts. Everybody’s wearing small-looking frames these days!
Have a wonderful trip to Maine! We will miss you until you get back.
Love the glasses. SO MUCH better than the old ones. 🙂 Also, there’s no way I could use kid’s glasses – I have a fat head or something.