Why I Won’t Be Advertising For Amazon Anymore

Guys, I’m pretty disappointed with the customer service Amazon has given y’all and me. Most of y’all are local. Most of y’all I’ve met. So, Amazon has decided the easy thing to do would be to not count y’all’s clicks or purchases. They only want to count clicks from people I don’t know. The refuse to give the “criteria” for how they’ve determined that y’all are “close friends” (their words, not mine). They also said that most of the clicks aren’t from “new customers” and that existing customers didn’t hold “the same value.”

I sent them a question about an item that I had posted when it had a price change for one of you. It didn’t alarm them. Therefore, I cannot, in good faith, continue to do any advertising for this company. I do not, of course, wish them any harm, but they’ve made it clear they believe they are too big to fail and that they aren’t concerned with a customer’s bad experience. I’m so sorry.

A Fox Is Getting Married

Living in Texas, I’ve just accepted (and actually appreciate) that our weather has bipolar tendencies. It will be burning hot one minute; the next, rain will be pouring down in buckets. I actually like the unpredictability and think I may get tired of always knowing what the weather would do if I lived elsewhere. This quick change of pace also has allowed many foxes to get married. What? Let me explain.

I’m not exactly when, but I remember throughout my childhood hearing that when it rained while the sun was shining, a fox was getting married. Foxes have always interested me, and I think they’re beautiful and sly. In my imagination, they would be dressed up, like humans, getting married under dewy trees while the sun gleamed through the branches. They would be sheltered from the storm but not its beauty.

As I got older, the rain-while-the-sun-is-shining phenomenon also, apparently, indicated that the devil was beating his wife. This one seems to be more widely known, but I still prefer the mystery of mine much more.

Do you have any sayings for it rainy while the sun shines? I’d love to hear them!

Note: This picture wasn’t taken (clearly) while it was raining, but it started about 20 minutes after I took it! You never know what you’ll get with Texas weather, and I love that!

The Big Mayo Debate

I have always been a mayonnaise girl. Well, mayo on turkey, mustard on ham. Anyhow, not just any mayonnaise girl. A Hellman’s girl, through and through. Good mayonnaise is so loved in our family that I actually gifted (as an adult) Hellman’s mayo to my granny one Christmas. She liked practical gifts, and my aunt had recently found a good deal on Kraft mayo. My granny thought it just wasn’t the same, and I happen to agree with her.

My husband, though, loves his Miracle Whip, and he’s attempting to corrupt our babies into also liking it (I can’t bring myself to say love). Apparently, when I was young and naive, my mom would make her deviled eggs from Miracle Whip, and I guess I didn’t hate them. 😉 Oh well. Edited to say: Miracle Whip is definitely not mayonnaise by any stretch of the imagination! It’s a spread or something. I’m not quite sure what…

Over the years, though, the debate has grown from Mayo vs. Miracle Whip to Hellman’s vs. Duke’s. I actually keep both mayonnaises at my house. Duke has a tang to it that is a bit too similar to Miracle Whip for my tastes most of the time. I do like it on burgers. Hellman’s is nice and smooth. It is perfect for any sandwich made on white bread. I also tend to prefer it in my macaroni salads.

So, readers, today is the day for YOU to decide: Duke’s or Hellman’s? Cast your vote in the comments! Thank you for reading! 🙂

My Love For All Things Coconut

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With summer winding down, I thought I’d share one of my favorite flavors: coconut. I absolutely LOVE coconut pie (my granny’s was the best); I love pina coladas (virgin ones, too. I don’t even care); I love coconut milk pudding, and I love coconut cappuccinos. So much so that it’s become a running joke between a friend of mine and me. He and I met ironically at the coffee shop, and that first time, he ordered a coconut latte. It was the last of the coconut the shop had. Being the Southern gentleman that he is, he offered me his drink. Being the Southern lady that I am, I declined. However, every time I run into him at the coffee shop, he always makes sure to note that he left some coconut for me.

Now, as you can likely tell, I went to this shop often. Daily, in fact. It was my personal splurge on myself that I always tried to justify. It was, though, an expensive habit. So, for Christmas my husband bought me a Nespresso A+C40-US-TI-NE Inissia Espresso Maker with Aeroccino Plus Milk Frother, Titan (Discontinued Model). (Note: This one is the discontinued model, but I couldn’t quickly find the one he bought…this one is a bit cheaper, though, in price, and is of great quality! The pods work for this model, just like the new model!)

I use Torani Syrup, Coconut, 25.4 Ounce (Pack of 4)

Typically, I use one tablespoon of syrup, as I don’t like my coffe overly sweetened. It’s still perfectly sweet this way, and the milk is perfectly frothed! I always use skim milk for making cappuccinos, as the fat in whole milk can weigh down the foam, causing it to deflate. For cappuccinos, the foam is vital.

What is your favorite coffee drink? I’d love to hear! Thank you for reading!

Wednesday’s Child Is Full Of Woe

Does anyone remember the nursery rhyme that starts “Monday’s child is full of face?” Well, until just a couple of years ago (and I’m 31), my mom had always told me that I was born on a Tuesday. In this poem, Tuesday’s child was full of grace, which I loved. I long to have the grace of someone like Jackie Kennedy (my granny’s grace role model) or Duchess Catherine. I was always so proud of being a Tuesday’s child, especially since my brother decided to be born on Sunday, which, according to the poem, is the best day of all. Being a United Methodist, we are all about grace. So, it was a double whammy.

I’m here to tell you that 21 hours apparently does some funny things to your brain. My mom went into labor on Tuesday. I, however, did not make an appearance until Wednesday. Wednesday’s child is full of woe. Sigh. (At least I’m keeping with my day).

Here’s the version of the poem I remember from my nursey rhyme books:

Monday’s child is fair of face. Tuesday’s child is full of grace, Wednesday’s child is full of woe. Thursday’s child has far to go. Friday’s child is loving and giving. Saturday’s child works hard for a living. But the child who is born on the Sabbath day is bonnie and blithe and good and gay.

Like many things, though, the definition of woe has gotten a little changed over the years. Woe, in addition to sadness, referred to having empathy for others. My husband would say that part does fit me. Here’s what else I found interesting!

{There was considerable variation and debate about the exact attributes of each day and even over the days. Halliwell had ‘Christmas Day’ instead of the Sabbath.[1][not in citation given] Despite modern versions in which “Wednesday’s child is full of woe,” an early incarnation of this rhyme appeared in a multi-part fictional story in a chapter appearing in Harper’s Weekly on September 17, 1887, in which “Friday’s child is full of woe”, perhaps reflecting traditional superstitions associated with bad luck on Friday – as many Christians associated Friday with the Crucifixion. In addition to Wednesday’s and Friday’s children’s role reversal, the fates of Thursday’s and Saturday’s children were also exchanged and Sunday’s child is “happy and wise” instead of “blithe and good”.[4]   }

I’d also be pretty happy being “loving and giving” with the role reversal shown here. However, I will say, that, as a United Methodist, one of the holiest services, in strictly my opinion, is that of Ash Wednesday. This poem, which I randomly thought of, reminds me of that Wednesday and the preparation of our hearts. I think I’m okay being a Wednesday’s child after all.

Thank you for reading! I think nursery rhymes, which are so simple on the surface, are filled with tradition, and I’m excited to get to go over a few in the next couple of weeks! Which ones are your favorites?