Spaced out

I am trying to figure out the new layout of blogspot.


Before I could use spacing to make myself seem more important and for the words to fill up the page.   Like using Courier New font on my papers in school.


However, now when I do a preview it runs together.


What is wrong?

I might have figured it out.  At least according to my preview.

It seemed to be the format in which I was typing.  Push enough buttons and most anything can happen.

Coming out of the shell

Wendy and I have found a new treat. We do not do it often, but we occasionally go to a Mexican restaurant to split an order of fajitas. I know that you know that I had to Google how to spell that because I was nowhere close enough for the spell check to register what I was referring to. The size of the portions of the fajitas is quite large. They give you four shells, so two a piece and there are still enough goodies left over to make a dip for the chips. It is pricey to a cheapo like me, but not when you split it. It is almost cheaper than two separate meals at a fast food place. Does anyone know how to eat concoction like that? I spent more time trying to shove everything back into the shell than eating it. I guess instead of letting the chips fall where they may, you use the chips to pick up the pieces. The good thing is no matter if it is in the shell or own the plate it is still good.

Dropping in

Over the weekend I for a certain period of time could not keep anything in my hands. Everything I touched was an experiment with gravity. Sir Isaac Newton would be proud. But I would rather have a fig newton. Here are two main things that I had the misfortune of remembering dropping. Wendy was out having a girls day. I was taking care of Joy and it was lunch time. I go to the freezer to pull out some chicken nuggets. It was like a lost game of Jenga. I would pull one thing and five others would move. We had recently been to the grocery store and loaded up on some manager specials. They treated me special alright. So I would push them back to be assaulted again. The Wendy's coffee canister fell to the floor. The impact opened the lid. So coffee grounds are on the floor. At this point I am irate. Fortunately, some coffee was saved, but I am sure I lost about half. I place the container back in the freezer. Probably more forcefully than necessary and scoop up the remnant to the trash can. Now the kitchen smells like coffee. There are worse smells I suppose. Some time later, not sure how long transpired, I am making breakfast. I am doing my alternating routine, so it is cereal. Since we have bananas in the house I like to put them in the cereal. It is a way of getting a fruit serving and feeds my compulsion of adding toppings to things. I pull the peeling off the banana. Sometimes I cut as I go, but today I pulled the banana completely out. The banana breaks in my hand. The escapee lands right in the trash can. My reaction is okay, I do not see anything disgusting in the trash can. So I pick it out and put in my cereal. George Costanza style. I always joke that if I am alone my eating habits are bizarre and I eat what is available. Those are just a couple of things that dropped into my mind. I am sure that after reading my exploits people's confidence levels and stomach will drop.

Food for thought

I did forget to add one thing to the post from earlier. I usually do leave something out. So in this case the first shall be last. Wendy, Joy, and I went grocery shopping yesterday. So we went to our favorite store. However, the deals were not there. Nothing seemed to meet out needs...for cheapness. We did not see any manager specials. I did not even the see the cart of quick sale bakery items. It was just another thing that let us down over the weekend. Alright, hopefully that will be the last of the pity party. Who wants cake?

Labor day failed to deliver

Wow, looking at the last post date it has been a long time. What has happened? Not much. The days at work have been busy. This past weekend was a holiday one for many. Yippee for me! It, unfortunately, was not a good one. Wendy and I heard about several people who are suffering with ailments. Including our pride and Joy. It appears she is suffering from diaper rash. The act of changing her diaper puts her in the throes of agony. One night over the weekend, she had us up every two hours. The good news is that she would go back to sleep for an hour 59 minutes or until she had to go to the bathroom. It is somewhat getting better, but not healed. Last night she only got us up once. I did perform a home improvement over the weekend. It was time to replace the kitchen sink, well faucet. We went to Lowe's and saw one that should fit our need. I thought that the faucet exchange would not be too bad. I have seen someone install one in around ten minutes. Of course that person knew what he was doing. Like anything I do, I reached a few hurdles. First how in the world do I get out the out sink?! Wendy graciously Googled some instructions. Of course the instructions did not match our faucet. After wondering what I was going to do it came to me. I had to undo the bottom and pull it out from the top. Another part ot the drama was that the supply lines were connected to the faucet. I did not realize this while getting my supplies. So I had to go to Lowes and pick up new ones. Then I had to put in the faucet. That lined up alright. The sprayer was what gave me the most problem. To hook up the sprayer there was a connector with two plastic push pieces. I had to struggle with the first one, but it went one. The second one was a challenge. Of course I was under the sink where there was no room. I hit my head on something repeatedly. I even called the manufactured I was so disgusted that I could not get the piece to connect. They were closed for Labor Day. After twenty of minutes of banging, yelling, and overall malaise, I look down and there is a plastic sleeve. The connector piece is not exposed and the push piece fit perfectly. After the hookup I turn on the faucet. It works! But the handles turn the wrong way. I had put in the thing facing the wrong way! After a quick exchange it is running. One problem solved, next is replacing the faucet in the bathroom. That is for another day. Another home improvement I attempted was to install a baby gate to block off our unused stairs. Wendy and I have talked about getting one for awhile. Right now we have access blocked with an old stool and the play pen. We see a gate which looks like it work. The front of the box shows our setup. We think perfect. The price was reasonable. We get home and not so much. Another crazy design of our house. The rail extends too far, so we would not be able to operate the gate. Either that or the banister is not far enough out. It does not line up! The rail needs to be taken off, cut, or raised. I figure I can try and take it down. Of course the screws are stubborn. I take a few out and Wendy says forget it, that it is not worth the trouble. Besides where would we store the thing. It is about 20 feet long, bigger than our rooms. So another project we want to do that becomes a reject. At some point the gate has to go back to the store. I cannot say that I am glad to be at work, but this was one weekend that I am glad is over.