*Please forgive the grammatical errors. No fifty-seven year old should blog on her cell phone but here we are. As per usual I jump around a lot in these blogs.
I just finished watching the 1947 film 'Bishop's Wife' with Carey Grant and Loretta Young. I would like to see this on the big screen some day. Ah Carey Grant, Archibald Alec Leach, a fellow Capricorn, if you believe in that kind of thing. He really is rather charming. Maybe later I'll watch An Affair to Remember.
On a whim I decided to see (film) Hamnet, in the theater after all. I was going to stream the movie when it came out but tickets were only $8 (senior discount I suspect) so I made the journey crosstown in freezing temperature thinking no one would be in the theater Christmas day but no it was packed!
No matter, I much rather see films in the theater anyway. The only thing that bothers me about theaters these days is the popcorn. They switched the popcorn butter to a more healthy alternative butter which annoys me to no end. I'm an adult. Bring back the salty fake yellow butter drenched popcorn! Kids are young they can take it. They eat worse junk food at home. Finding movies I want to see in the theater is a rarity and a treat, bring back the fake yellow popcorn! Don't worry about my heart and blood pressure I take pills! Seriously. I miss that old school movie theater experience.
I was an hour early. I walked around a bit. Got 3.6 miles in before the movie. This is my favorite part of the twin cities to walk around in. I'm old enough to remember when all the mills (photo below) were still operational. These days most of those buildings have been renovated into 6K a month condos. Seeing your neighbors exposed bathroom pipes hanging over your bed is chic, I guess.
It was cold out on this day. I can take it down to 10⁰F but I rather not. It was like 24⁰ out that day but the windchill made it around 5⁰ to 10⁰ degrees. I miss California but I'm not young and adorable anymore. In California if you're not a wealthy widow by 57 years of age, it's time to go. My time was up.
Can you feel the cold in that picture (above). During this cold snap the screen cover on my phone cracked. I must not have noticed it at first and just kept tapping on my phone until it cracked the length of the screen. Which gave me an idea for a knitted winter cell phone cozy that fits your hands and phone like those vintage hand muffs. Only with a knitted muff you can fold it up and put it in your coat when you're not using it, unlike those big bulky vintage muffs.
I need my phone out. I'm a legally blind pedestrian who relies on public transport. I need times and station info at my fingertips and my metro pass is an app on my phone. Plus, I never want to miss a pretty shot of landscape.
Did everyone have a happy Merry cheery Christmas? Everyone in the winter blast states still have all their fingers and toes? For years, when I resided in California and Nevada, childhood friends back home in Minnesota were telling me stories of how winters have been so tame. Hardly any snow, they said. Temps in the 40's. Lies! All lies! We are currently experiencing a legit 1975 winter here. MINUS nine (-9) degrees yesterday with a twenty below windchill! 59 MPH winds last night. I woke up at 3am to 59 MPH winds hitting the windows. And because it had been warm out the past two days, warm as in 30⁰ degrees F and partly sunny, it melted a thin top layer of snow on the ground but then froze back over last night to make a lovely new slick sheet of ice on the roads and sidewalks this morning. Yay.
All of my winter wear is Swiss made. It has to be if you're going to survive a 1975 winter like the one we're having now. I've been wanting to have breakfast at this place called Swede Hollow Cafe in St. Paul, all week, and this morning it looked like the planets were going to align. The cafe is only open until 2pm, closed Tuesdays and Wednesdays, so a lot of timing and luck went into going there this morning. My Swiss made hiking boots got the workout of a lifetime this morning! The treads were hanging on for dear life. There's darn good treads on my boots but still, grandma almost tumbled down three times on the sidewalk and once in the parking lot. Nonetheless, I can put a check mark next to Swede Hollow Cafe. It was a nice cozy breakfast.
That's not pico de gallo in that cup, my friends. No, that's just unseasoned diced tomatoes. Minnesota, eh. 😁
I love places like The Hallow, pico de gallo be darned. It's a house, technically. A lot of businesses are still like that out here. A house turned into a business. Like the general store on (tv) Little house on the Prairie. Google it. I had breakfast on the second floor landing in a chair that no doubt once belonged in someone's proper sitting room while eating that beautiful breakfast quesadilla sans pico de gallo. God bless David Tran and his invention of Sriracha. According to daddy Google that dude is 80 years old now. I hope he's living mighty fine on Sriracha money. He earned it. Minnesota hasn't caught up to spices and flavor yet. White people. But at least now they leave salt/pepper and bottles of Sriracha out for their customers. The earliest immigrant settlers in Minnesota may have come from land ice and snow, from the midnight sun where the hot springs flow, alas none of them carried any salt or pepper.
My dad was such a kid this time of year. From Halloween to Christmas the decorations always went up. It was among the rare times I saw the man for several days in a row. Even when my brothers and I had grown and were out of the house he still put the decorations up. I'm like that too but honestly I don't want to do the work of taking everything down. Which is why I appreciate the decorations in/on other peoples houses. This year however because of the current political climate it was being reported that people were vandalizing front yard nativity scenes. Oh dear. For (almost) 57 years I've been alive, front yard nativity scenes were just harmless Christmas decorations, but now people are seeing these harmless decorations as acts of war. War?! Be a Christian or don't be a Christian, I honestly do not care, but don't vandalize people's houses. If little plastic nativity scenes create such rage within you perhaps it's time for medication and therapy. Just a suggestion. Same goes for Halloween demons and ten foot skeletons. If those decorations make you go into some kind of fanatic rage in the name of Christ, you might want to consider therapy.
I had an Uber driver yesterday who said he drives Uber just to talk to people and he had a clipboard with pages of notes about each passenger that got in his car. This is the second Uber driver I've seen with this kind of clipboard. Both drivers are white, around 50-60 years old, and they both instantly started talking war/politics when I got in the car. Yesterday's driver as soon as I got in the car told me about a passenger who said he was in WWII, fighting the Japanese, and he referred to the Japanese fighter pilots as "zeros". Like, huh? Why are you telling me this? The other clipboard Uber driver in 2020 wanted to know if I was voting for Trump. FYI: Nope. I didn't. I voted for him in 2016 and that was plenty. I steered that Uber driver away from her political talk by mentioning the nice weather we were having at the time. Such a Midwest move.
The only thing making everything about politics is us people. Christmas decorations and Uber drivers should just be Christmas decorations and Uber drivers without the political hysteria. More neighborhood meet and greets, less internet. Less Chads and Karens. Please and thank you.
No one is trying to steal your country and independence, ma'am. Talk to the people bending over for Putin.
AND NOW...
It's officially winter. It became officially winter two week's beforehand when I banged up my left knee cap trudging over a three foot snowdrift. There are certain things little old ladies aren't supposed to be doing and risking a shortcut through snow covered hill and dale is one of those things! One day I'll learn. One day.
Who thought it would be a good idea to visit the European Christmas Market on a Saturday? Answer: Me. I thought it would be a good idea. Its only 20⁰F out and there's a 15 MPH windchill. No one's going to be out here, I said to myself. Wrong! It was shoulder to shoulder packed. I left and unfortunately had terrible sushi nearby. I should have stayed at the Euro market and had a German sausage topped with homemade sauerkraut and mustard but the shoulder to shoulder crowd isn't how I like to eat. Some people can do it. I can't. I need a reasonable amount of elbow room and distance from other people when I eat.
My favorite place out here is called Kramarczuk's Sausage co. I don't think anyone mans their website anymore but this is my favorite lunch when I treat myself. Homemade sauerkraut is like homemade kimchi. You absolutely can taste/smell the difference.
*No I didn't have the nose mole removed. Sometimes I cover it with pancake makeup when I go out. Although with this weather once I blow my nose a few times the makeup rubs off. Still, vanity. I cover the nose mole now before I leave the house.
I've had sushi three times since being back in Minnesota and none of them were actual sushi restaurants, not as we understand them to be in Los Angeles, or in New York, and only one of them had actual Asians working in it. Where do the Asians go? I see Asian people casually everywhere in Minnesota except where I expect to see them - they're not in sushi restaurants, not in Asian grocery stores, where do the Asians go? I'm not saying Chuck Norris couldn't beat Bruce Lee in a fight on occasion, I'm just saying it ain't a sushi restaurant if everyone in there looks like Chuck Norris.
Anyway...
Is anyone surprised about this. I mean. Trump is as Trump does.
We all know honesty, integrity, education, experience, and law abiding is not what this WH administration is about. They're Godless people. Think Trump landed on Santa's naughty list this year? Next year? Every year? For all eternity in Hell? AG Pam Bondi is going to jail, no question, as is Kristi Noem. As soon as Trump's term is finished they better flee the country. In fact, most of his senior WH staff better flee the country. People are keeping score of all the laws they've broken. "The Law & Order Administration" what a joke. Trump is smart in a way that he keeps these (Star Trek) red shirts in his administration to take the fall for him. Saying, "I was following orders" is not an excuse. They could have resigned and walked away like the first lady did with this marriage. Is that woman still alive? Has she been deported? Can someone check? They're divorce is 100% pending. If it wasn't for the threat of being deported along with all of her family Malania would have divorced him already. I think that's why Trump picks foreign woman. He can threaten them with deportation.
Oh hey, PSA, you can run for president at 35 years of age. Sooooo can we stop with the old president geezers now. Sure, you can vote for a man in his 80's to run the country but just remember how much we HATE IT when they drive, or when they're in line ahead of us cashing out, or when they tell us about that one "funny" time they got lost in Ikea, or how much they hate brushing and flossing. And look, Biden or Trump, any man in his 80's, if we're not blood related I don't want to have to deal with you at all, ever. That's what YOUR FAMILY is for. If he's 80 years old and super cuddly-cute like a little harmless bunny, awwe, maybe we can have coffee twice a year, but still, it's HIS FAMILY's bunny. Dig? Women have a much longer mental shelf life than men these days it seems.
I knit bootie slippers!
It's not by choice I quit drinking & smoking. I beat my body up so badly in my youth it no longer functions properly on its own anymore. I now take a fistful of prescriptions every day if I want to continue living. (Sigh) I really enjoyed smoking, drinking red wine, and a well made margarita and/or martini. I miss it all very, very much.
I always loved knitting but now it's a compulsion that replaces smoking and drinking.
I like square toe better than round. More wiggle room. Super comfy to wear in bed. They say warm feet helps you sleep better. True?
*Knitted from multi colored skeins of yarn. Socks won't match.
Knitting Oooohm. Knitting Oooohm.
My favorite Youtube channel is Scenic Relaxation. They just posted a Christmas reel. So freaking beautiful. Whenever I need to relax this is my go-to channel. They've gotten better controlling their camera drones. In their early videos it was more like a landscape roller coaster ride.
And then this happened:
I lived with a mentally ill abusive woman back when I was a kid. In the 70's and 80's America swept mentally ill family members under the rug. I've read A LOT of psychology/philosophy books written by all different kinds of doctors and philosophers and just about everyone agrees the gateway to your line of thinking as an adult begins in childhood. Whatever trauma dump, whatever issues you have as an adult, all stem from childhood. I think, personally, all the hostility this woman has against the LGBTQ+ community stems from trauma she received in childhood, and as I've said here repeatedly in this blog, Nancy Mace does have a very masculine look to her, not that it's a bad thing, but I'm guessing this is where her bullying the LGBTQ+ community comes from, she was bullied or insulted by someone she deeply cared about, and/or she has been teased one time too many and snapped. Rather than clapping back at the people who gave her grief, she choose to submit to the bullies and become a bully herself.
THEM: "You look like a man."
And her response should have been "I'm sorry you feel that way" and then moved on instead of letting it fester in her mind until becoming a Joker-like villain.
"I'm sorry you feel that way" is the most epic clap-back brush-off there is especially if you had a relationship with that person.
AND
Oh dear. The Republican face-bake is making Kristi Noem look like Carl Tanzler's death mask. IFYKYK. Why ladies? Why do you do this to yourselves. This type of make-up never belongs on a 50+ year old face because you will always end up looking like this:
I want women to do better. I want women to take responsibility for themselves, blame themselves for their own faults, learn from their faults, and then improve their lives. I'm so into women's liberation and independence because that's my childhood trauma dump. My dad married a useless woman because he got her pregnant. Thus, my take on life is: Life doesn't punish, it teaches. God provides. Only mankind destroys. It took me until my 50's to undo the nightmare of my marriage and remember my childhood lessons.
AND
Yes! When did dads stop telling their sons women are expensive? Seriously. I heard my dad tell my brothers "Girls are expensive. You need a job, a car, and money if you want a girlfriend" back when they were like 16 years old. Men in society, like it or not, agree with it or not, are nonetheless judged by their careers, their houses/cars, and their wives. Top dog wannabes need to make top dog dollars to keep top shelf wives. Other men in society will judge if his wife is looking shabby he must not be doing so well.
Don't get me wrong, I don't have a problem with working women but if she's young and her goal is marriage and children, and those men who are also looking for marriage and children, need to step up their game. Love is grand but it doesn't pay the bills. My ex-husband expected me to work a full time job and clean the house, do all the cooking, do all the laundry, but I said "no" to having children with him because I would be the one doing all that AND raising the kids. No. N.O. I married him because I fell in love. Love is grand but if he can't pay all the bills without complaining AND keep a wife looking good and refreshed every day, move on ladies. Fellas, if you want a wifey, you better start making that wifey money.
I wish my grandma was alive. She would love this man so much. He jokes around a lot but I still hear my grandma talking sometimes watching his reels. "Or else we're not going to Bible study, ever." 😄
Its all about making better choices. Learn how to eat alone. Learn how to be alone. Take it from grandma, it's better to be alone working on yourself than dealing with someone you don't really want to be with just to not eat alone. Get a cat.
AND
Here's my thing when it comes to voting for a president, if I never want to be seen in public with you for coffee, if I'm that embarrassed to be seen in public with you, I'm not voting for you. If both candidates make me want to scream and run out of the room with an added door slam, then I'm forced to vote for the person I hate the least. ONE DAY, there will be a candidate among the top two I actually like. Pete Buttigieg. Gavin Newsom. If Judge Judy ran for president I would campaign my heart out for her and she's 83. She's still got it. Last interview I saw of her she still had her wits about her, but if she ever got to the point where she can't say "China" in a normal tone of voice, she's out.
My whole thing about being old is, since my split from my ex-husband in 2012, I've been single, no boyfriend, no nothing, thus I've been planning my decline and death as a single person. You have to. What other option is there, simply die and let someone else deal with you?
Is there a chance I'll find husband #2, I don't know, maybe. It would be nice but I'm also not holding my breath. Unlike the first time, I know what I want now. Being able to say I'm fifty-something is second marriage material in this here part of the country (Minnesota). I think in California once a woman hits fifty-something and have not met spouse #2 they automatically sign you up for an episode of Snapped and just wait for your story to happen, then give your episode a title.
ANYWAY...
I'm 100% Janey-come-lately to (tv show) Mythical Kitchen. I haven't owned a television set since 2019. That's not a flex. Who flexes not owning a television set? Rooms I've rented since 2019 had smart TV's for streaming which is what I do on my phone and/or laptop anyway. I recently found Mythical Kitchen on Youtube and it's my new listen-to when knitting. The host, however, of Mythical Kitchen lacks a great deal of social grace it seems. He'll say things like, "So your father's dead and you keep going to In and Out Burger without him" like bro, you don't have to be Shakespeare but have a little more verbal elegance. Wow. "So your father's dead and..." ranks right up there with "calm down" and starting a sentence with "Look..."
I was really into (youtube) Hot Ones for a while but then for a long stretch I had no idea who the younger generation guests were and stopped watching.
AND THEN
In this episode of pretty people problems:
Oh dear.
Miss Finland was stripped of her Miss Universe crown because of this photo. No fellas, I'm sure she's perfectly stable. Not the least bit Snapped. Just an adult adulting in 2025, but just in case she comes at you in the middle of the night with a chef's knife, what would you like your Snapped episode to be called?
All that pretty people validation stripped away. I'm amazed at the amount of people who don't know what cameras do.
As you may or may not know, if you don't watch the Miss universe pageants, I don't, never have but this story kept popping up in my late night doom scrolls, it was reported that someone named Nawat Itsaragrisil, a Thai pageant official "reprimanded" Miss Mexico for not promoting the pageant on social media or something I really don't know the details but, it apparently caused a row with some ladies and Miss Finland got mad when... she... won... the crown. Wait, what? She won? Adulting is so hard sometimes.
She won.
Sooooo, why she mad at Asian people? I really do need to stop trying to understand rando fits of... wait a minute! Is that her in the middle? No. Is it? No! That woman in the middle looks Asian! You know I just can't tell anymore with all the plastic surgery these days and ten layers of Asian eye-makeup. Hate the game, ladies, not the players!
Because of this row among the pretty people, I looked up Sarah Dzafce last name origin story because I know a little something about that part of the continent, circa Finland and neighboring countries, my ex-husband is an Estonian Swede, plus I grew up in Minnesota with nothing but Germans and Norwegians, I'm familiar with last names in that part of the world and Dzafce is the least Finnish sounding name I ever heard, oh wait, that's because it's origin is, according to daddy Google:
Geographical Roots: Balkans (Bosnia, Albania, North Macedonia)
Ooooh. Ok. It all makes sense now. Maybe Dzafce received some childhood pushback from xenophobes in Finland much in the same way Swedish thoroughbreds know my ex-husband's last name is Estonian, and even though my ex's first language is Swedish, he was born and raised in Sweden, is therefor Swedish, still, thoroughbred Swede xenophobes continue to call him Estonian. They refuse to acknowledge he was born and raised in Sweden. It's always something in the childhood, eh Freud? Was Sarah Dzafce born in Finland? No matter really, xenophobes create Xenophobes.
I never understood the whole slanty-eye thing. I'm Asian, Korean. I get mistaken the most for being Hispanic. Why the slanty-eye thing? People constantly came up to me speaking Spanish. I got that all the time in California. 30+ years on the west coast of people assuming I speak Spanish. A black lady metro driver here in Minnesota greeted me with "Hola!" just last week. Why didn't she just say "Hello" or "Hi" if she absolutely had to say something to me at all. Anyway, sorry, no habla Espanol, just the white man's version and poorly at that.
I'm not the type of Christian who lies who says, "I'll pray for her" meaning Sarah Dzafce, because I'm not going to pray for her. There are consequences to your actions whether you agree with those consequences or not. Life doesn't punish, my dears, it teaches.
And if a man cause a blemish in his neighbor; as he hath done, so shall it be done to him;
Breach for breach, eye for eye, tooth for tooth:
as he hath caused a blemish in a man, so shall it be
done to him again.
-- Leviticus 24:19,20
Ok bye!
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