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I am thinking at this point in the recession you may be thinking of making an income, like me, after retirement age. I've been working long and hard to hopefully pave the path to earn online without spending any money. I've kept track of it all and put it in a blog. It's called, Earn on line income for free no scams. I invite you to check it out, tell me what you think. It full of advice I wish I would have had long ago. I encourage you to join some of the sites I recommend there. I'm looking forward to your input!

Retirment fun

Those two words in the search bar doesn't come up with much. How to plan a fun retirement party, etc. So I went hunting! I ran into a Retirement Fun women's tank top?! When I'm 70 I can only hope people could stand looking at me in a tank top of all things! They have a used one?! And I found out I can retire Happy, Wild, and Free! I want to know why anyone would want a Supercharged one! More hunting tomarrow?

Retirement, Walter Mathau and how not to retire

I know I’m dating myself. But I had the pleasure of Mr. Matthau’s presence in “my neighborhood” back when they were filming Grumpier Old Men. So Jack Lemon was there too. Although we didn’t know it until our local paper wrote about it a week after they left. They had to commute every day from their decent hotel to the pristine landscape of our Lake Rebecca in Minnesota. The scenes they were filming were of course Ice Fishing, and arguing. The restaurant featuring Sophia Loren does not exist there. That was filmed somewhere else.

Anyway, one of my favorite scenes I can always recall is from the original move Grumpy Old Men. The well wishers came out in droves in the beginning of the movie. “This is not the end, but a beginning to your new life. You can now go do whatever you want to do. Your time is your own now.” At least it was something like that. This was followed by a long scene showing the reality of his life. Slowed down by stiff, achy joints, the most excitement in his life was taking medication, picking out his frozen dinner and fighting with his grumpy neighbor. This scares me.

So what am I going to do with my retirement? This flashed through my mind way back then and I am constantly in pursuit of alternative ways to make my life as full as possible. Step 1 and 2 are done. We’ve created a summer nest for ourselves in a private community consisting of families and single people from every age group. I also went online to keep track of all my ideas. Then I came up with the idea of sharing those ideas with my friends. Why not? They in turn share theirs with me. I feel like watching a movie.

One month to go!

I've got my sites set on a new smoker. Well, my first smoker. But I still don’t feel comfortable enough with a decision to pay $300 out for something that isn’t used for cooking basic, daily meals. Until then I’m preparing for the first real barbeque of the season. My checklist includes shopping for all the basic ingredients I don’t have or use a lot of. My basic check list comes from my favorite Barbeque Beef Rib Recipe. It’s found in my blog; The Diabetic Smoke House. I run out of some things during the winter and they are “must haves” during the summer. I also take inventory of the disposable baking pans I use. I use a lot of them. It’s easy clean up. Believe it or not we are only a month away from the first day of spring!

I smell spring in the air!

Spring is near. That means fun is soon to be upon us! I know I will not be heating up the kitchen much longer. Yes I’m that fugal. One of the last things I do is make roast turkey. That’s right roast turkey goes on in this house three times a year! Thanksgiving, Christmas and, well, now! I like to buy the biggest turkey no matter how few people I have at the celebration dinners! I can’t think of too many other things to put in sandwiches or on salads.  But now I’m going for the bone in breast. It must be ridiculously large. I don’t waste the meat on the bones. So my recipe for this process is conveniently located in my recipe blog; The Diabetic Smoke House. It’s brined over night and roasted in an aluminum foil (my favorite pan) lined pan. You can add as much or little salt or salt substitute as you want. I know anyone who has a diet restriction knows what they can have and can’t so I never go into the subject.
Now we are set to bring immediately consumable food when we get to the other end of our trip to the summer place!

Installing a husband

I know. But this is the last time I'll grab something already writen! I promise! People like to share with me and I just can't help it. I'm saving it for the first complaint one of my Daughters-in-law complain about their husband:


A desperate woman writes to the Technical support Guy,

Dear Tech Support,

Last year I upgraded from Boyfriend 5.0 to Husband 1.0 and I noticed a distinct slowdown in the overall system performance, particularly in the flower and jewelry applications, which operated flawlessly under Boyfriend 5.0.

In addition, Husband 1.0 uninstalled many other valuable programs, such as
Romance 9.5 and Personal Attention 6.5, and then installed undesirable programs such as NEWS 5.0, MONEY 3.0 and CRICKET 4.1.

Conversation 8.0 no longer runs, and Housecleaning 2.6 simply crashes the system.

Please note that I have tried running Nagging 5.3 to fix these problems, but to no avail.

What can I do?

Signed,

Desperate Woman

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As replied by Tech Support ............ ........

DEAR DESPERATE Madam,

First, keep in mind, Boyfriend 5.0 is an Entertainment Package, while Husband 1.0 is an operating system.

Please enter command: ithoughtyoulovedme. htmland try to download Tears 6.2 and do not forget to install the Guilt 3.0 update.
If that application works as designed, Husband1.0should then automatically run the applications Jewellery 2.0 and Flowers 3.5.

However, remember, overuse of the above application can cause Husband 1.0 to default to Silence 2.5 or Beer 6.1.
Please note that Beer 6. 1 is a very bad program that will download the Farting and Snoring Loudly Beta.

Whatever you do, DO NOT under any circumstances install Mother-In-Law 1.0 (it runs a virus in the background that will eventually seize control of all your system resources.)

In addition, please do not attempt to reinstall the Boyfriend 5.0 program. These are unsupported applications and will crash Husband 1.0.

In summary, Husband 1.0 is a great program, but it does have limited memory and cannot learn new applications quickly.
You might consider buying additional software to improve memory and performance.
We recommend: Cooking 3.0 and Hot Looks 7.7.

Good Luck Madam!

A good story!

His name was Fleming, and he was a poor Scottish farmer. One day, while trying to make a living for his family, he heard a cry for help coming from a nearby bog. He dropped his tools and ran to the bog. There, mired to his waist in black muck, was a terrified boy, screaming and struggling to free himself. Farmer Fleming saved the lad from what could have been a slow and terrifying death.

The next day, a fancy carriage pulled up to the Scotsman's sparse surroundings. An elegantly dressed nobleman stepped out and introduced himself as the father of the boy Farmer Fleming had saved. "I want to repay you," said the nobleman. "You saved my son's life."

"No, I can't accept payment for what I did," the Scottish farmer replied, waving off the offer. At that moment, the farmer's own son came to the door of the family hovel.

"Is that your son?" the nobleman asked.

"Yes," the farmer replied proudly.

"I'll make you a deal. Let me provide him with the level of education my son will enjoy. If the lad is anything like his father, he'll no doubt grow to be a man we both will be proud of." And that he did.

Farmer Fleming's son attended the very best schools, and in time, he graduated from St. Mary's Hospital Medical School in London. He then went on to become known throughout the world as the noted Sir Alexander Fleming, the discoverer of Penicillin.


Years afterward, the same nobleman's son who was saved from the bog was stricken with pneumonia.

What saved his life this time? Penicillin.

The name of the nobleman? Lord Randolph Churchill.

His son's name? Sir Winston Churchill.

Someone once said: What goes around comes around.

Work like you don't need the money. Love like you've never been hurt. Dance like nobody's watching. Sing like nobody's listening. Live like it's Heaven on Earth. Be true to yourself. You will be remembered for what you were and the actions you did.

As seen on TV, jar openning thingy

This morning I decided to tackle the jelly jars. Those little containers of delectable sugar, I mean fruit. Obviously I’ve been thinking about all the other ways I may have in my house to utilize this otherwise useless piece of equipment (used to be junk) sitting in my drawer. It used to be a painstaking adventure of “who’s going to win?” to get these guys to reopen every time we used them. It used to be the family competition around here. What with three boys in the house one of them usually made them submit.
But doing it myself was an ordeal. Who knew the best way to get these little things to open with no effort on anyone’s part (well, maybe TSAs) was to put it in a suit case full of clothing and put it with checked luggage. That welded on cover will release itself as if you are a 10 lb weakling. Behold, on the other end of your trip you have all the jelly you want, if you can scrape it off the clothing. Yes this did happen to me. Do you know how much it costs to do your laundry away from home or have someone do it for you?

As seen on TV

Did I say I have a terrible aversion to “As seen on TV stuff”? I just realized, I lied. I remembered I have at least one item in the gadget drawer. It’s the one drawer dedicated to things used in the kitchen but can’t be classified as flat ware, knives, spatulas, or anything with a long handle on it. It has a grater/mandolin with convenient container of all the stuff you just grated , a pastry bag and tips, biscuit/doughnut cutter, a meat thermometer and an “As seen on TV” battery operated jar opener in it.
We just so happened to be shopping in a suburban shopping center and spotted “Bed Bath and Beyond moving sale. Up to 70 percent off.” A choir of angels started to sing, the sun shone brighter, and I began to see in Disney Technicolor! I was let through the pearly gates of heaven! I’m lucky my husband likes this stuff too. So we go in and find a bunch of bath towels (our color scheme). Then my husband runs around saying OOO. Look at this. Look at this. Look at this. But I lock my eyes on the “As seen on TV” battery operated jar opener. $8 bucks for a $20 dollar item, 60 percent saved. 50 percent saved on bath towels! I was wooed myself by a big marketing giant. Big brand name, classy joint inside, and only found in the classiest neighborhoods. None of this includes their huge online presence. I figure we both won. I got all this great stuff and still saved about $62. So I brought the “As seen on TV” gadget home. I loaded it with batteries (probably the same maker that backed the gadget in the first place). I honestly think some of this stuff is dreamed up by the battery makers to sell more batteries. I read the distructions and realized none of my jars fit the criteria for the only jars it will open! I threw it in the gadget drawer.
Last night I went to open a glass jar of ice cream topping that I hadn’t used in weeks. It was, well, welded on. Now I could use really warm water to “melt” the sugar gluing it together. There is the damp dish cloth method and hammering on the cover until it can’t take it anymore and gives way, but (light bulb go on in the cobweb attic of my brain). I’ve the “As seen on TV” gadget waiting for me in my drawer! The jar fits all the requirements (I think). So I fit it in place and turn it on. Expecting past results, it slowly narrows its jaw like grip onto the bottle. Then the turner starts to work on the cover and goes round in circles. I ready myself for just removing it and throwing it back into the drawer. Then behold! The cover snaps off with no effort on my part! No water and drying the jar off before completely opening. No damp dish cloth to dry out. Just beautiful caramel ice cream topping.

I AM NOT OLD!!!!!!!!

A few years ago AARP sent us our first piece of mail. I wasn’t even fifty. I thought, “You bastages! Don’t bug us until we’re 65!” My husband on the other hand was excited. He had heard all the marketing campaigns they’ve got on television and how much they “can” save you. Alas, my husband is easily sold by these marketing ploys. I know because when I sleep in on the weekend he and my son watch, well, infomercials. I can look forward to my weekend routine beginning with a recap of what they “have seen on TV”. When they tell me about the latest gadget, bed, or fixit goop being sold I can always tell by the way they explain it. The first time they explained an item they saw, they went into so much detail about the construction, and the abuse it can take I finally asked them; Have you guys been watching infomercials? My husband stopped, thought and sheepishly said yes.
So without further ado my husband turned around the offer of a one year subscription for the low price of $12.99. And I mean no ado what-so-ever. No research to find out how and why they save us money, precisely. So I said we should keep track of when, where and how they save us money to see if it pays for itself, otherwise it’s useless to us. We saved $8 once the first year, costing us $4.99 to be in the AARP club, group, society or whatever. I equate it to OLD. We do travel but we are certainly not the jet set. We don’t do enough vacationing to use the hotel discounts at all. Now if we could save even 10 percent at the Holiday Station Store, or Cub Foods, that alone would be worth it. He didn’t renew.
We still get the AARP magazine, I suppose in the hopes we will come back, not to mention the money they get from the adds in it.I know insurance companies pay big bucks for marketing and so do attorneys and financial advisors. Everyone wants our money in their pocket! Ah, capitalism. I am still only 53

We changed our minds!

Less than a month from now we begin to hear the song of the summer getaway place! We are reevaluating our needs up there so questions need to be answered. We were thinking of upgrading our idea of what we’re going to fish in going forward. I cannot see my husband lugging 8 gallon tanks of gas and five batteries to make the thing run. I convinced him that if he wanted a heart attack keep cranking the boat up onto the trailer, out of the lake. He listened to me and we have a power winch now! I also told him we need an onboard gas tank and charging system. But when it comes down to it we spend a lot more time on land than on the water. When you think about it in less than 7 years we will be turning 60! We changed our minds again!
Out of nowhere some friends of ours decided to sell there much newer large travel trailer! You can walk around the bed. It fits (my personal fav.) a queen size bed! Everything is newer and bigger. The (galley) kitchen is an actual kitchen, not just a passage way to the bathroom and bedroom. There is a true dining area, not a breakfast nook. The living room is at least twice as big as ours. You go through sliding glass doors to get out. And the best thing is the real toilet, shower and sink, and real appliances. This is because it has three slide outs. So guess who wants to sell the boat! Wish us luck doing the shuffle!