Ramble, Ramble, Ramble…
Today is a nasty, rainy day. You know, the kind where you just want to toss a movie in and lay around in bed, ALL DAY? I had decided on something to prepare for dinner from a cookbook my husband unearthed yesterday. But it requires going to the store. I guess we won’t be having that today since I don’t want to melt. Maybe tomorrow. So I need to figure something else out. That’ll be fun. (Seriously!)
I have a billion things I need to do around the house. Hubby spent a good part of yesterday doing stuff around the house while I sat on my butt ripping CDs into my iPod. It hardly seems fair, does it? So, I want to get some stuff done around here today to make myself feel better about it. LOL
I have a squillion few subscriptions to magazines that I enjoy reading. Incidentally, that’s how I knew when I became “old”, I suddenly felt the need to cancel my long standing subscription to Cosmo and replaced it with subscriptions to Redbook, Woman’s Day and Good Housekeeping. The information in those three are far more useful to me now than “20 Billion Ways to Satisfy Your Man”. When the boys in Cosmo start to look like they could be your daughter’s friends, it’s time to step away.
In my new found reading material, there’s a ton of recipes that I want to keep. I haven’t decided how to best organize them, so the magazines are in a giant plastic tub. I really need to figure out what to do, before I have an entire room of plastic tubs with magazines in them. What do y’all do with recipes from magazines? Computer programs? Notebooks? Just order take out every night?
January 8th, 2007 at 3:06 pm
OMG - that crack about switchin’ to GH from Cosmo makes me laugh, cry, and sigh all at the same time!
It’s such a
bitchcrime when a woman is older than say….oh, 40, but her soul tells her she’s about 30, huh?January 8th, 2007 at 3:07 pm
I didn’t mean to say the b-word - sorry! Guess my strike-through didn’t work. Ugh.
That’s it! You’re going in the penalty box!
I fixed it for you. 
January 8th, 2007 at 10:14 pm
Well, I am not going to be much help here, but I had to jump in and ramble on. Rambling about silly things is what I do best
First, we’ve had several days lately that were a wash-out and I totally do not want to go out, and especially run to the grocery for one ingredient. I totally understand. And you should pat yourself on the back for getting those CD’s ripped, that’s a huge project. Count that as a goal accomplished for 07
Honey, I switched to those type mags years ago… I can’t even remember the last time I read something like Cosmo or Vogue. I’m old, sadly, and I love it! I love the recipes. I have them everywhere. One day, one day, I am going to get them under control. I have magazines piled up, reicpes ripped out sitting in folders, in drawers, in piles in odd places. I have cookbooks piled up. I have a program on the computer called Mastercook that has a ton of recipes in it (I am better with this). I have emails I have emailed myself when I see a recipe online or at a blog I want to try. I soooooo need to get this organized and under control. I fuss about it, but never seem to start the project. So, I am absolutely positively no help, but I wanted you to know that you are NOT ALONE!
P.S. I do cook a lot, about 5-6 nights a week, and I do plan a menu, which helps. Also helps me try new recipes and stick to my grocery budget
January 9th, 2007 at 1:12 am
I rip them suckers outta the magazines and stick them in a shoe box LOL! I dont know if thats much better than what you’re already doing or not…
January 9th, 2007 at 1:15 am
I rip them out and put them in manila folders separated by type of dish. Sounds great, huh? I have no idea what’s even in there!
January 9th, 2007 at 1:39 am
I’m going to check out that Mastercook program. I need to do something before I have a billion recipes to enter into whatever I choose to do.
I wonder what Martha does? Oh, that’s easy…she has her staff keep her crap organized, right?
January 9th, 2007 at 3:16 am
We don’t need to organize them. The kids always find ways to get a hold of them and they end up in a “squillion” pieces.