Happy Anniversary, Lorne; we don't need no Fifty Shades of Grey!!!
Sunday, July 26, 2015
Monday, July 13, 2015
My Nemesis: The Homophone
I try vary hard too rite correctly. Won thing you may notice in my blog is my absent-minded use of the wrong word.
Truth be tolled, it's knot that Eye don't no the correct way to spill the word, it's just that my mined tells my hands two type something else and it misses me up. Misuse of homophones is one of my Maine righting foibles. Unfortunately, it isn't until I push PUBLISH that I catch my mistake.
In case ewe don't know what a homophone is, it's thyme to find out. Homophones are words that, when said allowed, sound the same, but their spelled differently and have different meanings.What makes matters worse is win I review the ruff draught I just rote, I can't sea that I've dun anything wrong.
That's why my husband is so grate. He is sew good at spotting sum of the mistakes I mite have maid in my blog. If you've scene any of them in this entry, I wood be happy if you tell me in the comments section.
Sincerely,
Joanna
Truth be tolled, it's knot that Eye don't no the correct way to spill the word, it's just that my mined tells my hands two type something else and it misses me up. Misuse of homophones is one of my Maine righting foibles. Unfortunately, it isn't until I push PUBLISH that I catch my mistake.
In case ewe don't know what a homophone is, it's thyme to find out. Homophones are words that, when said allowed, sound the same, but their spelled differently and have different meanings.What makes matters worse is win I review the ruff draught I just rote, I can't sea that I've dun anything wrong.
That's why my husband is so grate. He is sew good at spotting sum of the mistakes I mite have maid in my blog. If you've scene any of them in this entry, I wood be happy if you tell me in the comments section.
Sincerely,
Joanna
Camping at the Arches
Our Camping Spot 
Lorne is always up to something.
Photographed her Dad taking a photo.
The Arches, Moab Utah
For one of our camping adventures we visited several Southwestern States. We spent a few days at the Arches National Park. Lucy and Lorne hiked the mile high journey to the top for these photos.
Lucy and Dad were photobombed by some old guy.
May 26, 2010
Saturday, July 4, 2015
Jam On It...
Recently, I gave one of my rec center swimming friends a jar of Lorne's apricot-habanero jelly. She loved it and asked if she bought the ingredients could we make her some with strawberries instead.
I asked Lorne if he would try the substitution. He agreed, but the "HE" became "WE" and I had to help. There was also a second substitution. Instead of habanero peppers we used jalapenos, since our garden hasn't produced enough of the more potent pepper to date.
My first task was to cut the jalapenos. I asked Lorne if we should include the seeds. After all, jalapenos aren't as hot as their cousin habanero. He told me to taste the pepper for heat intensity, and I figured no biggie and bit off a piece. It was freaking hot and set my lips a blaze.
I dashed to the sink and began rubbing cold water on my lips and face before I realized I hadn't watched my hands with soap. When I did, it was too late. I has smeared what capsaicin from the peppers into my cheeks and chin. To counteract the increased facial burning, I reached for milk from the fridge and splashed about a half-a-gallon onto my face. Somehow, this spread the jalapeno residue from my fingers to my eyes. Now, my frantic screaming intensified.
Lucy led me to the bathroom where I let the cold water flush my eyes for about ten minutes. As I stood there, I washed my hands, and not wanting to waste water I lathered up the rest of me. OMG, bad mistake. The el diablo juice only mixed with the suds and when I was drying off I couldn't figure out why my pits and hooch felt a little heat too, which lingered throughout the night.
For the next few days my eyes were puffy (puffier than normal) and cheeks had a nice day-in-the-sun glow. I wasn't happy.
I asked Lorne if he would try the substitution. He agreed, but the "HE" became "WE" and I had to help. There was also a second substitution. Instead of habanero peppers we used jalapenos, since our garden hasn't produced enough of the more potent pepper to date.
My first task was to cut the jalapenos. I asked Lorne if we should include the seeds. After all, jalapenos aren't as hot as their cousin habanero. He told me to taste the pepper for heat intensity, and I figured no biggie and bit off a piece. It was freaking hot and set my lips a blaze.
I dashed to the sink and began rubbing cold water on my lips and face before I realized I hadn't watched my hands with soap. When I did, it was too late. I has smeared what capsaicin from the peppers into my cheeks and chin. To counteract the increased facial burning, I reached for milk from the fridge and splashed about a half-a-gallon onto my face. Somehow, this spread the jalapeno residue from my fingers to my eyes. Now, my frantic screaming intensified.
Lucy led me to the bathroom where I let the cold water flush my eyes for about ten minutes. As I stood there, I washed my hands, and not wanting to waste water I lathered up the rest of me. OMG, bad mistake. The el diablo juice only mixed with the suds and when I was drying off I couldn't figure out why my pits and hooch felt a little heat too, which lingered throughout the night.
For the next few days my eyes were puffy (puffier than normal) and cheeks had a nice day-in-the-sun glow. I wasn't happy.
Fruits of my labor.
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