This has been another week of sick kids. It started off with Jorja staying home from the sitter and school on Monday and Tuesday. She was coughing up a lung and had a fever for a few days. We ended up taking her into walk-in on Sunday and the doc there put her on antibiotics. She must be the only kid that doesn't like the banana-flavoured stuff. After the huge fuss she was making, I decided to have a little taste and it was pretty good. It tasted like a banana pudding cup that you can buy - I love those things. Anyway, today the other two are sick. CeCe had a pretty good fever when I picked her up today and Ginny is snotty and coughing. The old snot cold has reared its ugly head again.
I guess it sort of turned out to be a good week for Jorja to be sick, depending on how you look at it. I had a week of holidays left over from last year that I had to use up, so I decided to take them this week to get some stuff done around the house. So I was off anyway, but this was supposed to be my week - the week of Dave. It turned out I was still able to get a lot of stuff done. We are going through a major clean/purge. As soon as CeCe is done with something, it is out the door. At one point, we thought we would have a big garage sale this coming spring, but I don't think there will be anything left, thanks to kijiji. We have sold a lot of stuff on kijiji in the last year. Today I discovered the two extremes of the kijiji shopper. The first asked if I would take $5 less than the advertised price and could I deliver it. I thought it was rather bold to ask for a reduction in price and expect it delivered. Especially today when it was -45 with the wind chill. I said no. The other lives in Warman, works in Hague and is going to drive in from Hague after work tomorrow and said she would pay $5 more than the asking price. I've never seen that before, but I'll take it.
I just spent the last half hour upstairs with CeCe. It looks as though it may be another long, rest-filled sleep in the rocker. Poor thing. If that's the case, I better get 'The Big Bang Theory' watched now while I can. Later.
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Thursday, January 20, 2011
Monday, December 20, 2010
Sensory experts
There's a bit of sickness running through our house again - nothing like the last bout thank goodness. This is just a cold. Ginny and CeCe have had the worst of it. I've heard a few different names for colds - chest colds, head colds, night-time achy fever runny-nose colds. Now, thanks to Jorja, I've heard of another one. This is apparently the cold that Ginny and CeCe have, and the description is actually quite fitting: the snot cold. Yes, according to Dr. Jorja, they are both suffering from the 'snot cold' which occurs when snot runs from your nose and touches your top lip.
A lot of the basic skills I use at work, I learned in school. There is however one skill that they don't teach at SIAST and that is sensory training (some may call it tasting). This had to be learned on the job. Before you laugh, there was a lot of training that went into this. It is a critical component in the Quality Assurance of the finished product. You can do all the chemical analysis you want, but if the beer doesn't taste good, what do you have? To make a long story short, you could call me a beer sensory expert. Apparently this sensory gene can be passed down, and I think Jorja might have it. A few days ago we were running low on milk, so I ran out in the evening. All that were left were 2 litre cartons (no 4 litre plastic jugs). Not thinking anything of it, I bought the 2 litre carton. Well, you should have heard the outcry from Jorja when I put that on her cereal in the morning. "I don't like this milk. I only like milk from the jug." I thought she was just being a diva and forced her to keep using the milk until it was gone. Finally we reached the end one morning and I filled her glass up with the 2 litre carton and her cereal got the new 4 litre jug milk. She asked if it was new milk and I told her that she should tell me. She took a sip of her cup and turned up her nose. Then she had some from her bowl and sighed in relief. She could tell the difference. Who knew? I guess we have a milk sensory expert in the house. Later.
A lot of the basic skills I use at work, I learned in school. There is however one skill that they don't teach at SIAST and that is sensory training (some may call it tasting). This had to be learned on the job. Before you laugh, there was a lot of training that went into this. It is a critical component in the Quality Assurance of the finished product. You can do all the chemical analysis you want, but if the beer doesn't taste good, what do you have? To make a long story short, you could call me a beer sensory expert. Apparently this sensory gene can be passed down, and I think Jorja might have it. A few days ago we were running low on milk, so I ran out in the evening. All that were left were 2 litre cartons (no 4 litre plastic jugs). Not thinking anything of it, I bought the 2 litre carton. Well, you should have heard the outcry from Jorja when I put that on her cereal in the morning. "I don't like this milk. I only like milk from the jug." I thought she was just being a diva and forced her to keep using the milk until it was gone. Finally we reached the end one morning and I filled her glass up with the 2 litre carton and her cereal got the new 4 litre jug milk. She asked if it was new milk and I told her that she should tell me. She took a sip of her cup and turned up her nose. Then she had some from her bowl and sighed in relief. She could tell the difference. Who knew? I guess we have a milk sensory expert in the house. Later.
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