Wednesday Ramblings

 

                                        Midweek Ramblings

It’s finally the middle of the week, and honestly, it’s been a pretty good one so far—even if it feels like it’s dragged its feet getting here.

Monday after work brought an unexpected errand: a trip to the laundromat. Our washing machine has officially stopped working, though thankfully the dryer is still hanging in there. I wasn’t quite sure what to expect from the Marlow laundromat since it’s been years since I’d been there, but I was pleasantly surprised. The place was clean, the washers and dryers all appeared to be in good working order, and everything just felt… well cared for.

Even better, when I pulled up, I spotted Cinda—a longtime friend from high school. We spent many hours together back then, and I shared so much time with her and her family through the years. It felt like one of those little gifts life hands you when you least expect it. We got to visit while our laundry washed, which made the time fly by. I was only there about 40 minutes since I didn’t need to dry anything. I know this will be my routine for a while until we can buy a new washer, hopefully sometime in March.

Work-wise, I’ve had a small but important change. I was moved back to a different aisle in the call center recently, and I’ve actually enjoyed it. I sit near Shelby and Madison, with Mindy and Desiree on the other side, so there’s been plenty of chatting between calls. But today, Sherry mentioned that she plans to move us around again in the next few weeks—and I’ll be heading back to my old aisle near Sam.

Odd as it may sound, I really do perform better there. I tend to absorb the emotions of the people around me, for better or worse. Shelby struggles with high anxiety and often talks out loud about things we simply can’t change, and I find that it affects my own mindset. So I’m actually looking forward to the move. I’ve already started cleaning out my file cabinet and clearing off my desk, and I may even switch up my desk décor once I relocate.

Supper tonight was an easy win—we grabbed takeout from the Chinese buffet and brought home all our favorites. There was plenty, which means leftovers for tomorrow’s lunch for both Luther and me. That’s always a bonus.

We’ve also been talking through weekend plans. Saturday, we’ll make sure to go see Lane for his birthday. Brooks’ birthday is the following day, though his party won’t be until next Sunday at Curiosity Avenue in Lawton. I’d really like to stop by before then—either Saturday evening or Sunday morning—with a small gift from Nana and Papa, just to let him know how loved he is.

There are only two workdays left this week, and I am ready for them to be over. It’s been busy—Monday especially, Tuesday not far behind—but today, Wednesday, was thankfully calmer.

I also realized I haven’t read on my Kindle in a couple of days, which is unusual for me. I think I need to download a book that really grabs my attention and pulls me back into reading mode.

Looking ahead to Sunday, grocery shopping is a must. We’re planning a trip to Crest in Norman, and I mentioned to Cherrie that it might be fun to stop by the Oklahoma Museum of Art since admission is free. She didn’t seem too interested, but I’m holding out hope I can talk her into it. I also suggested the Goodwill outlet—just something different, nothing too time-consuming. We’ll see how that goes.

For now, that’s about it. Just a midweek pause, reflecting on small changes, simple plans, and the comfort of knowing the weekend is getting closer.

The Last Powered City Book Review

                            A Fierce Mother in a Failing World

My Thoughts on 

The Last Powered City

 by 

Robert J. Walker

Okay, let’s talk about this book.

The Last Powered City by Robert J. Walker pulled me in pretty quickly. The story follows a mother, Mary, trying to reach her daughter across a dangerous, crumbling city — and let me just say, it kept me on edge the whole time. You know those books where you tell yourself, “Just one more chapter,” and suddenly it’s way past bedtime? This was one of those for me.

Mary is not your average mom. She’s a mechanic, she’s tough, and she has survival skills that go all the way back to her childhood. She’s the kind of woman who doesn’t panic — she calculates. And when it comes to her daughter, she will do whatever it takes to get to her. That fierce, protective love really drives the story.

What I appreciated most is that her daughter isn’t portrayed as helpless. Mary has taught her things. She’s prepared her. She’s made sure she knows what to watch for and how to think in dangerous situations. I loved that detail because it shows that survival isn’t just about strength — it’s about awareness and preparation.

If you know me, you know I enjoy anything that leans into prepper survival and homesteading tactics. This book does that really well. The survival details felt intentional and practical, not just thrown in for drama. I found myself nodding along thinking, “Yes, that makes sense.” It added a layer of realism that made the story even more intense.

The way the storylines are intertwined was also done beautifully. Nothing felt rushed, and nothing felt unnecessary. It all connected in a way that kept the pace steady while still building tension.

Overall, this was a solid, gripping post-apocalyptic read with heart. It had action, it had emotion, and it had that strong survival mindset that I really appreciate in a story like this. I can honestly say I’ll be reading more from Robert J. Walker because this one left me wanting to see what else he can do.

If you enjoy strong female leads, survival strategy, and a story driven by a mother’s determination, I think you’d really like this one.

Ms Brantley’s birthday Celebration and Shopping

 

Saturday Shenanigans: Shopping Bags, Burgers, and Birthday Fun

Saturday turned into one of those unexpectedly good days—the kind that leaves you smiling on the drive home. It all started with my friend Cherrie, who had the rare luxury of a Saturday off so she could attend her granddaughter’s 6th birthday party. Anyone who works weekends knows how precious that is, so this day already felt like a small win.

We met at our usual parking spot, and right around 10:30 a.m. I hopped up into her truck, ready for a little road trip. Destination: Lawton, Oklahoma. We had a plan—well, a loose plan anyway—which is usually the best kind.

Our first stop was Ollie’s, because let’s be honest, Ollie’s is never just a stop. I picked up a few scrapbook items (because of course I did), some black pepper, spicy marinara sauce for a pizza casserole I’ve been thinking about, and a few other odds and ends that somehow found their way into my cart. Cherrie stuck to her usual Ollie’s staples: laundry soap and coffee for her Keurig. There’s something comforting about having “your items” at certain stores.

Next up was Hobby Lobby, which we treated more as a browsing adventure than a mission—although I did have junk journaling on my mind. I’m currently working in a junk journal for Moira, and stickers are basically a requirement for that kind of project. I also had a craft knife on my mental wish list, and wouldn’t you know it, Cherrie spotted one right at the checkout. That alone made my day. Sometimes it’s the small victories.

By then, we were officially ready for lunch, and S&B’s Burgers won the debate. We both ordered the SirBacA~Lot burger, which is exactly as indulgent and delicious as it sounds. We also shared queso and chips, because sharing queso feels like a friendship requirement. I even splurged and ordered a margarita on the rocks. Zero regrets—it was cold, refreshing, and perfect.

Before 2 p.m., we arrived at Curiosity Avenue for the birthday celebration. This was my first time there, and I have to say, it’s such a cute place for kids. Inside, they had different themed rooms set up—a fire station, bank, post office, veterinary clinic, hair salon, restaurant, and several more. There was also a bounce house and multiple ride-on toys. It’s one of those places where kids can just let their imaginations run wild.

Even though there was another private party happening at the same time, the space was large enough that it never felt crowded. Everything flowed smoothly, which is impressive when you factor in excited kids and birthday energy. I later learned they close on Sundays for private parties, which honestly makes a lot of sense.

We stayed for nearly two hours. I had a decent time, even though I didn’t know many people there. Aside from Cherrie, Coty, and Hailey, most faces were new to me—but that’s okay. Sometimes it’s nice to just observe, soak things in, and enjoy the atmosphere.

For the birthday girl, Ms. Brantley, I picked up a Mini Verse “Make It Café” Mini Brands set and tucked $10 into her birthday card. She was genuinely happy, which always feels good. There’s something special about watching kids light up over a gift.

After the party wrapped up, Cherrie and I made one last stop at Viridian for coffee. This time I tried the coconut toasted latte, and let me tell you—it was really good. I think I’m on a mission now to try all the flavors until I find my signature drink. It’s a delicious challenge.

I was back home before 5 p.m., tired in the best way and feeling grateful for a day filled with friendship, laughter, good food, and a little bit of adventure. Not every Saturday needs to be big or busy—sometimes it just needs to be good.

Food Compilation For January

I have to say Bad Daddy’s is really good. This is my second time here and it was just as good as the first time. 

Went to Hat h in Lawton Oklahoma And it was good.  Next time I will choose something different. I didnt really like these hot cocoa pancakes. They were really dry. If the waitress would have stopped back by I would have asked for pancake syrup. It was like she disappeared on us. Very disappointed with the overall experience at Hatch. 

My sweet husband make a stew that was so tasty.

Bacon Pizza at bowling alley was good.

Chicken Fry Steak from Interurban was great. 

Loaded spud from Interurban was also very good.

Queso and Ham sandwich was great. Interurban has really good food. We did takeout on this day.

We went with homemade hotdogs and French fries for a nice and easy winter dinner. 

15 bean soup with chunks of ham.  Great for this snowargedon we have got going on here in Oklahoma.

Homemade cornbread was so good.

Scrambled eggs with jalapeños, cheese and ham, toast with grape jelly, sausage links.

We both cooked this breakfast. I do like it when we both are in kitchen, makes my heart happy.

Another breakfast that my husband cooked for us on Wednesday 28th. Scrambled eggs, hash brown patty,toast with grape jelly and ham.

 

Winter Storm 2026

Sunday Snow Day Reflections

Last night brought more snow and sleet, and by the time it all settled, we were looking at seven inches—or maybe even more. Winter definitely made itself known, and honestly, I’m not complaining. Snow days have a way of slowing life down and giving us permission to stay put. Today has been calm, quiet, and exactly what I needed.

This morning I put on a crockpot of 15-bean soup, and before long the whole house was filled with that warm, comforting aroma that just feels like home. I also baked a batch of brownies for our sweet tooth, because snowy Sundays and chocolate are meant to go together. Between the soup and the brownies, the house smells amazing.

Not everything has gone smoothly, though. Our washing machine decided today was the day to stop working. Mr. C. has been deep in the laundry room, tools in hand and YouTube videos playing one after another, trying to diagnose the problem. He’s reached that frustrated stage, and I completely understand. A new washer will likely be in our future, but not just yet. We’re still working toward paying off the hot water tank and pressure tank first. Careful budgeting is the priority right now, and even though it can feel slow, it’s the responsible path forward.

While all of that has been going on, I’ve been enjoying some quiet creative time. I’m currently working on a junk journal for a private swap with Mrs. M. We’ve swapped journals many times over the years, and I truly cherish every one I’ve received from her. There’s something special about creating something handmade for someone who appreciates it just as much as you do.

I’ve also been watching The Secret Mall Apartment on Netflix, and it has completely pulled me in. The story of artists secretly building and living in a hidden apartment inside a bustling shopping mall is fascinating. It’s part creativity, part rebellion, and part commentary on consumer culture. I love how it highlights ingenuity and the human desire to carve out personal space in unexpected places. It’s definitely not something Mr. C. would enjoy, so I’ve been watching it in bits while he works, and later I’ll finish it with my headphones on.

Days like this remind me how much I enjoy being home. I don’t feel rushed or pressured to be productive. Instead, it feels like a reset. I’ve spent time in my personal planner and my budget planner, thinking through goals and next steps. There’s a sense of peace in it all. I truly feel like I’m exactly where I need to be in my life right now.

Riches to Ruinville~Book Review

Riches to Ruinville

Katherine Hastings

March 20, 2025

If you’re looking for a fun, entertaining read that doesn’t take itself too seriously, Riches to Ruinville might be just the book for you. I found myself laughing out loud more than once while reading this story by Katherine Hastings. It’s witty, fast-paced, and surprisingly heartfelt beneath all the humor.

The novel centers around CeCe and Diane, two women who once ruled New York’s elite social scene. For years, they lived lives filled with wealth, luxury, and status—and they were also fierce enemies. Everything between them was a competition: who hosted the better parties, who wore the most expensive clothes, and who could outshine the other in high society. Their husbands were business partners, equally wealthy and equally shady, and then one day everything collapses. The men vanish with millions of dollars, leaving their wives with absolutely nothing.

What follows is a complete reversal of fortune. The FBI sweeps in, seizing homes, assets, and even personal belongings. There’s nothing left to fight over—no money, no mansions, barely even clothes. Diane’s only lifeline is a rundown house left to her by a deceased aunt in the Louisiana bayou, along with a modest $5,000 inheritance. The house is far from glamorous: outdated, worn down, and worlds away from Manhattan luxury.

Despite their rocky past, CeCe convinces Diane to let her—and her companion Julian—come along. What begins as a reluctant arrangement slowly turns into an unexpected friendship. Together, they learn how to survive without riches, status, or servants. Watching these former socialites figure out everyday life without money is both funny and oddly satisfying.

Beyond the humor, Riches to Ruinville is really about reinvention and second chances. CeCe and Diane are forced to strip away their old identities and discover who they are without wealth defining them. Their journey from rivalry to friendship feels natural and earned, and the bayou setting adds charm and contrast to their former lives.

Overall, this book was an enjoyable, lighthearted read with meaningful moments mixed in. It’s not overly deep, but it doesn’t try to be. It’s a story about loss, resilience, and finding purpose in unexpected places—and sometimes starting over is exactly what you need. 

Dead Air~Book Review

Dead Air by Carter Woods is a post-apocalyptic thriller that leans into tension, survival, and the sudden collapse of everyday life. The story centers on Izzy, an ordinary woman who is forced into an extraordinary role when communication systems fail and the world as she knows it grinds to a halt. What begins as confusion and fear quickly turns into a fight for survival, with Izzy unexpectedly becoming the person others look to for leadership and answers.

Izzy’s character arc is one of the stronger aspects of the book. She doesn’t start out as a hardened survivor or trained leader, which makes her rise to responsibility feel relatable at times. As events unfold, she is pushed to make decisions that affect not only her own safety but the lives of those around her. This shift—from someone reacting to chaos to someone guiding others through it—drives much of the story’s momentum.

That said, Dead Air isn’t without its flaws. Some situations and character decisions strain believability, especially when it comes to how quickly people adapt or how conveniently certain problems are resolved. A few moments feel rushed or overly simplified, which may pull readers out of the story if they prefer highly realistic survival scenarios. However, these issues don’t completely derail the experience, particularly for readers who enjoy fast-paced plots over meticulous realism.

The pacing is quick, making this an easy and engaging read. Chapters move swiftly, and the tension is steady enough to keep pages turning without becoming overwhelming. While the book may not break new ground in the post-apocalyptic genre, it delivers a familiar framework with enough intrigue to remain entertaining.

Overall, Dead Air is an okay book to read—nothing exceptional, but not bad either. It works well as a quick read for fans of survival fiction who enjoy watching an unlikely character step into a leadership role. If you’re looking for a deep, highly realistic apocalypse story, this may fall a bit short. But if you want something fast, accessible, and moderately engaging, it’s worth picking