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Sunday, October 19, 2014


Finding New Ways With Old Foods

Went out with our daughter yesterday-wonderful way to eat the usual in a not so usual way:

Friday, October 17, 2014


The Wild, Wild West

The Wild, Wild West


I’ve mentioned before about the various types of wildlife that roams around our digs here in VERY FAR North Phoenix-the rattlers, the ground squirrels, javelinas, bobcats, road runners, burros, coyotes and now, I can add WOLF to the ever growing list!


It was HUGE too.  I was just about to make the turn that goes onto the road leading to the freeway entrance when something with fur ran right in front of me!  First thought:  whoa, a lone coyote.  Then I took a second glance and realized “Nope, that there is a wolf!”

We’ve really been increasing our neighborhood watch since our break-in.  Since I was on my way to PT (Physical Therapy), I texted my husband and had him share the news with our block.


He hates social media and wouldn’t do more than that-won’t go on our neighborhood website and let everyone know.  He simply sent word to our “leader” and left the rest to her.


As I was rounding that same street a couple of hours later-who should run in front of me at the same spot, the wolf!

Strange, since the weather is at a point where there were a lot of neighbors walking around and enjoying a walk.  Once home I went about the chores of the day and realized that I hadn’t had any love notes from either our neighbors via text or signals that they sent out a warning.  

I hopped onto the city’s FB page-sure enough (and so sad) two dogs were attacked right at that corner right in their own backyard.  One died right there and the other was hurt and traumatized.  This is with their “mom” right out there with them too.


With our temperatures dropping into the mid-80’s I wanted to take a walk with Lucky-but thinking about that poor little Pomeranian and her poodle sister, I’m not so sure I want to go.

What has life become here in the Wild West?  I have sensors on all my windows, alarms on the doors, I have to “hover” my dog so she can go to the bathroom and I have to wonder if when I leave the house that some nut of a driver might decide to run into me.

Don’t get me wrong-there are some great things about living here in the middle of the Sonoran desert:  the beauty, the quiet, seeing the stars at night and so much more, but it’s also living up to its description-and not always in such a good way.

Sunday, October 12, 2014


Re-inventing the Brown Betty

I made way too many oatmeal chocolate chip bars-but have no fear, here's a great way to use them up:  

Autumn Sun

Someone's wishing her brother could come out and play

Friday, October 10, 2014


Helping Pet Parents to Keep Their Furry Kids Healthy

This month my senior profile is all about a man who started his own foundation to help the disadvantaged keep their pets and keep them healthy:

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A Kick in the Pants

A Kick in the Pants

I’m writing that sarcastically, of course. 

I haven’t actually been kicked in the southern region, but close.

This burglary thing has taken over our lives-not in a pleasant way.  Steve is still trying to protect us by using several security measures all at the same time. 

Scared the heck out of us the other night.  One of the motion sensor/alarms broke loose during a windstorm-it was in the middle of the night.  It started screeching immediately.  Scared Pepper from my armpit straight into his cat post hole.  Lucky started barking from under the blankets between my calves.  I swear my heart first stopped, then began to beat so hard that it took about an hour to get down to a level where I could fall back asleep.


I say could-because Lucky was so upset she made herself sick.

Yep, feel a lot more safe knowing I won’t die of a heart attack should it screech during the night again.

Then there’s the one at the front door.  Steve decided to put it at “eye” level so it could be put in neutral should I need to leave the house or answer the door. There’s a slight problem with that-Steve is 5’9”.  I am 5’1/2”.  Guess whose eye level that screech unit is at?

In order to get out of the house I have to set up a step stool to see where I’m sliding it too.  One of those times, I had no idea I put it to “chime” (because “high pitched shriek” wouldn’t fit on the unit), went out for my daily walk with Lucky and came home to be welcomed by the alarm system going off.


No idea how I accomplished it-but then I’ve always been a “technodweeb”.

I e-mailed my new BFF, Detective Monroe, and asked her if the DNA swab taken the week before had been entered.  She replied with this sad news:  Yes Carine, we entered it that same afternoon.  However, this is the hardest part of my job-when I tell the victim (WHAT?!  I’M NOW A VICTIM?????) that due to the city manager and others in the city offices getting a huge raise, the Police Dept. took both a cut in officers and in funds to put through both DNA and finger prints on priority testing. 

It takes 12-18 months for finger prints to be processed.  For your DNA-we’re literally looking at 3-4 YEARS.

Seriously?  I wrote back and checked to see if she realized she did YEARS not MONTHS.  Nope.  She meant years!  She called it a tragedy, I called it a travesty.  By the time they find out who did this they will probably have violated hundreds of other families and then moved out of the state.

Steve’s got it right, sadly enough, we’ll never get closure.

Thursday, October 09, 2014


Tough Week

It has been a tough week.

Saturday, October 04, 2014


Chicken, Chicken

Since moving to AZ, I swear out chicken consumption has dwindled to a fraction of what we ate in CA-but when I do decide to serve it, I look for less work and more flavor:

Friday, October 03, 2014


Tired of Excuses



I’m so tired of excuses.  Excuses on why the phones don’t work.  Excuses on why my internet is sporadic. Excuses as to why our insurance people have inadvertently “dropped the ball on our case” and last, excuses on why things that should have been done-weren’t.


The last being the most frustrating. 

Of course this is all circling back to our break-in a couple of weeks ago.  I’m trying to be understanding, but I guess my love of all things criminal on TV has me feeling as if a hair should be found and by the end of the hour my “stuff” returned just before it was “gone forever”.


Not turning out that way-AT ALL!

During the initial police contact the officers looked at the broken window and said, “Not like TV, there are no prints to take.”  Fine.  However 8 days later, during his nightly security check, Steve found blood on the sill where a window used to reside.


We called and were told the team who boarded it up did not cut themselves.  So we insisted the officers come back and swab for DNA.  I had been e-mailing with a detective who is the lead on a different serial burglar and she said she didn’t care if it was old-tell them “I said to swab”.


After 5 hours, they came, they belly-ached and last, they swabbed.

I think one of Steve’s co-workers said it best.  When he moved to Phoenix a couple of years ago, he came with only a truck, his wife and all they could stuff into the vehicle.  Of course, despite being told where in the hotel parking lot to park for the most safety-it was stolen.

The police that came out were more concerned with flirting with the hotel desk clerk than talking to him.  After 2 weeks of sitting in the police lobby and being a “squeaky” wheel-he blew up and told them, “I’m not asking you to put Columbo on the case-I’ll settle for Barney Fife.”

Pretty much sums it up. 

I know these officers are short staffed (believe me, all 4 who have been here have told us so numerous times while surveying our home), that they put their lives in danger every day and that they don’t get the respect they deserve-but on the flip of this:


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