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Wednesday, November 11th, 2009
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8:25 am - God Bless them, every one
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For all the wonderful Veterans out there, past and present, I give my heartfelt thanks for my freedom and the blessings of my life.
God Bless Them, Every One!
In Flanders Fields
By: Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae, MD (1872-1918)
Canadian Army
In Flanders Fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
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| Tuesday, November 10th, 2009
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12:10 pm - not really tuesday at all
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...as I not only had to go in this morning, but I had to go in to work an hour early!
Did not like.
But at least I am off tomorrow.
My schedule will return to normal NEXT week.
Assorted random bitching:
Staples sucks, with their bait-n-switch pricing. 3" numbers to show the price, and teeny-tiny little type under it saying "price is after rebate."
Pomeroy, whom we "fondly" refer to as Pinocchio, is an idiot.
They served us caramel rolls at the meeting this morning. While it is nice to serve foodstuffs to us peons, perhaps a bit less sugar might be in order? My tummy (and my scale) would be much happier.
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| Monday, November 9th, 2009
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8:11 am - rushed
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Bizzy bizzy weekend.
The weather was perfect on Friday and nice on Saturday and Sunday.
Got two batches of raspberry apple jelly made, canned two pans of applesauce, still need to make the rest of the jelly this week.
The cute guy got the shade up.
Still need to paint and get the curtain rod up in there, but progress WAS made.
At this point, about 50% of the paint is on the walls and 35% on the ceiling.
What I need is a week-long block of free time to get-er-dun, but that is not likely to take center stage on my schedule any time soon. So I will continue in dribs and drabs until Christmas. If nothing else, it can get finished up totally during that break.
The cute guy worked on his Christmas yard display. We will not light it until Thanksgiving, but there is a lot of prior work that goes into setting up a big holiday lighting display. He visualizes the electric company as sitting there watching him set this stuff up, all the while rubbing their hands and drooling in anticipation of his turning on the switch.
It is quite possible.
Which reminds me that we did not make it over to the utilities on Friday, so it will have to happen THIS Friday. They passed some weird new "billing privacy law" so we need to get the gas and electric switched over to joint accounts instead of being in just his name. I do not appreciate hearing "sucks to be you" when I call them with a service problem or a billing question.
I plan to bring up the Thanksgiving decoration box this afternoon, unless I am in that total Monday afternoon collapse mode after school. That is my standard state of life on Monday afternoon -- the kidlets might also be bouncing off the walls all day after getting a three day weekend. So that may happen on Wednesday instead.
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| Thursday, November 5th, 2009
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2:16 pm - thankful
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| Wednesday, November 4th, 2009
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8:07 am - wednesday
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I need to remember to pick up my gift card for the ma-in-law's birthday this afternoon and get it into the mail. Her birthday is Monday. I should have -- yeah, yeah, yeah, shoulda/coulda/woulda -- ought to have got her a fancy schmancy birthday card when I was at KMart yesterday, but it never even crossed my mind until long after I was home.
We finally got over to get the blinds and curtain rod for the child's room. Stopped at Joanns to get curtain fabric. As these will be simple basic rod-pocket curtains, they will be switched out easily, so it is not any sort of a major commitment to living with the curtain choice. So we got the brightest yellow cotton -- blindingly neon yellow under store lighting, have not looked at in in room lighting yet. The cutting table at Joanns was made of fail yesterday. We go up there and wait. And wait. And wait. Two gals working -- both moving slower than molasses in January, but two of them just the same, until it is MY turn, at which point the gal says "oh! I am over my hours! I must go!"
So we have to wait for the other gal.
Who is cutting fabrics for a crazy lady.
"I need 233 3-inch squares of this fabric, and I need 358 3-inch squares of this fabric, and I need 417 3-inch squares of this fabric"
You GOTTA BE shitting me!
So the cutting table girl stands there with her handy-dandy calculator and figures out the yardage to cut that many squares of each fabric.
All different.
All totally screwy amounts.
So she finishes up and I have aged a few years by this time. Primed for battle, she asks, "how much?"
"4 yards of each." Hey, **I** am easy.
So she starts unrolling the yellow, and there are pieces cut and rolled around the bolt. It is not yardage, it is cut.
One yard.
Another yard.
Another.
Finally she gets to the end, and there was a piece four yards plus some inches at the bolt end. I was starting to worry we were going to have to go through the whole selection process again! But we squeaked by on that one. The alternate fabric did not fare as well. There was one 2 yards and a few inches piece and one 2/3 yard piece...and that was all. I was not amused.
So go to the register. Walk up, and what does the gal say but "be right back" and SHE goes over to the cutting table to confer with the gal there!
Sheesh.
So my shoulda-been-ten-minutes-max stop turned into an hour.
This did NOT qualify as retail therapy at all.
Iz sad.
I **like** retail therapy; not so big on retail torture here.
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| Friday, October 30th, 2009
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8:04 am - gotta be better
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Yesterday pretty much sucked. Nothing earth-shattering; no fires, floods or natural disasters or anything...but it sucked all the same. Mostly it was a day filled with little pissy annoyances.
Did not like.
I did get five pints of applesauce canned up last night, so that was progress. Discovered in the process that I need to get new canning tongs before I tackle the jelly. Mine had broke, and I was thinking it would work to use my cooking tongs. Uhhhhhh, no. Did not work to lift the jars. The shape of the cooking tongs is just wrong for the grasping maneuver. As I do use them to grasp food, it seemed as if they ought to work.
My washer peed on the floor. Usually I am left wondering if the washer leaked or if the dog had an accident. Yesterday, the puppydog was at the groomers when this happened, so there is no possible way to doubt this time.
Puppydog looks very nice. She has both bows and a bandanna this time. She is all prancy now. She likes being all gussied up.
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| Monday, October 26th, 2009
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8:04 am - eeeek a bug
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I do not like bugs.
I am not a truly avid gardener.
These two things go hand in hand, as "bugs" are a side result of "gardening" in many cases.
So when my mom and my cousin V requested seeds from my hollyhocks, I had not "harvested" any seeds for next year.
Sorry.
I rely on my hollyhocks to reseed themselves in place, as they are generally perfectly willing to do.
Hollyhocks are the GOOD kind of flowers, the kind that replant themselves in the proper time and do not make me fuss and fret and work and worry.
Good hollyhocks.
Nice hollyhocks.
Being a dutiful if not enthusiastic daughter and cousin, I went out to the flowerbed and filled a baggie with seed pods from the hollyhocks.
Fast forward to last night.
I finally got my two cards made -- only two. I needed to make Halloween cards for my mom and the princessbride; the ma-in-law requires a commercially-manufactured card or it does not "count" as sending HER a card at all -- so I decided the seeds can go into the envelope with the cards. I started getting seeds from the baggie and screeched "EEEEK!"
Little black bugs.
Sealed that baggie back up in record time, and squish squish squish.
I think all the icky black buggies are squished, but just to be safe, I sent out a warning not to open the baggies inside the house.
These were the nastiest looking little black bugs. I thought they resembled a minute anteater.
No, I did not choose to google them. **I** chose to squish them.
Where it that orkin man when I need him, anyway?
Back to work this morning. Not yet fully "cured" but I am done with my Z-pack, at any rate.
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| Thursday, October 15th, 2009
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8:35 am - just beause I wanted to try it out
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| Monday, October 12th, 2009
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7:45 am - brrr, the weekend edition
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Yeah.
It was really nasty to be picking apples in the cold and wind and snow on Saturday, so the cute guy hauled out the garage heater to give us a warmer-upper spot. My fingers appreciated that chance to warm up and flex.
We picked 11 boxes of apples. Had it been warmer, or had I been far more ambitious, I think we could have filled two more boxes from the higher reaches of the tree, but it was not in the cards.
We sent home three boxes of apples with lilmama, who came over to help us. We sent another box home with michelle-from-sunday-school that had helped pick the pears, but her crew was not home to help with the apples. We could have used the extra help, but that is the way things go sometimes.
So I have seven boxes of apples sitting here, waiting to turn into apple pie and apple sauce and all other things apple. Juice and jelly will happen. I want to try Cindy's apple bread:
1/2 cup butter softened
1 cup sugar
1/4 cup buttermilk
1 tsp cinnamon
2 tsp baking powder
2 eggs
1 tsp vanilla
2 cups flour
1/2 tsp salt
2 cups shredded apples
1 cup pecans chopped
1/2 cup raisins
Step 1: Preheat oven to 350
Grease a 9x5x3 loaf pan & set aside
Step 2: In a lrg mixer bowl beat butter on med for 30 seconds -add sugar and
beat till combined...add buttermilk and baking pwd and cinnamon. Add eggs
and vanilla and beat til combined..then add flour and salt and hand stir in
apples/nuts/raisins.
Step 3: Spoon into pan and spread evenly...Sprinkle with topping and bake
for 60-65 min till toothpick comes out clean.
Step 4: Cool in pan for 10 minutes...remove and cool on wire rack and WRAP
and STORE OVERNIGHT (if u can..lol) before slicing.
Topping: 1/4 cup packed brown sugar and 3 TBL flour and 1/4 tsp cinnamon and
cut in 2 TBL butter til a course crumb and add 1/2 cup chopped pecans. Put
over before baking.
I will leave out the nuts, as the cute guy does not eat those.
We had the world's best cold salad at UMW yesterday.
I want to try making it too:
2 cups corn
1 cup mayo
2 cups grated cheese
1/4 cup diced green onion
mix the night before and let sit overnight
and 1 bag crunched honey barbq frito twists -- add right before serving
She said the original recipe she was given called for some weird kind of corn--all that I can think of is jpeg, and that is not right--shoefly, maybe? Anyway, this "other" kind of corn is supposed to be pricey, so she said she does not use it anyway, but she has been known to just drain two cans of canned corn and use that. I figure that I will just use the regular frozen corn, as that is what I buy.
OK, so both these recipes were given to me, so if you try them and they do not work...as I am no longer writing them for the newspaper food page, where I would get those calls -- "My whatever I made from your recipe did not work!"
Often it was for truly funny reasons. Once a lady thought the published recipe for scalloped potatoes made "too much" so she reduced it from 8 potatoes to two. Unfortunately, she did not reduce the rest of the recipe, so she ended up with potato soup on her dinner plate.
Once in a while, the reason actually was my fault--sort of--because there are some people that leave out a needed ingredient from their recipe when they give it out. That has never made any sense to me, but it happens more often than you might think.
And typos happen, so I am sure along the line I made a few of those, but none were major enough to come to my mind at the moment.
Bottom line--test recipes at your own risk. I have not yet tested them, and so if they do not work, it ain't my fault.
/disclaimer
Only now I am hungry. I go to lunch at 10:45, so that is much too early of a lunch break for me to eat breakfast before I go in to work.
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| Wednesday, September 23rd, 2009
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7:53 am - ugh
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Picture = fail.
Total fail.
I was soooooooo bummed.
I swear I did not drink before we went, but this picture made me look like I had chugged an entire bottle of Tequila. EEEEK!
If I could find a way to drag my crew over to the Sears photo studio sometime this fall, that would solve the need to get the ma-in-law a picture for Christmas. She wants one. She was sad I had not ordered her one last night. "I'll PAY for it," she said. Believe me, you do NOT want one of THOSE pictures, I said.
They were not good. The only decent shot was one of the kidlet alone, and it was a cute photo of her face but it had her neck cranked at the most uncomfortable-looking angle. She looked like it had been bent in a z shape.
Onward.
I enjoyed NCIS very much, but the new LA version was not quite ....something. Dunno. It did not have "it" but I cannot define what "it" is. So instead of us being glued to the tv on Tuesday night, now there is only one good show to watch. Tuesday used to be our "can not miss" night for television here.
I got the second coat of paint on the window frame yesterday, so now we can go hunt down some new miniblinds for that window. And a curtain rod. Then I can shove the bed back into that corner and start working on a new section of the room.
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| Friday, September 18th, 2009
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7:56 am - oddities
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Aphids are nasty bugs.
I made it through about half of my list yesterday, which means I did get a big stack of "stuff" done. Not as much as I wanted to get done, but it went pretty well.
Young daughter is up this morning, which is odd. Usually I need to wake her right before I leave for work, as she does not have class until 10. She likes the later start time, but is discovering that night classes are a bit of a pain, because you end up "missing out" on the fun stuff in the evening. Her ceramics class meets two nights a week. She said she will try not to take another night class if she can avoid it.
Not tomorrow but next Saturday is the homecoming parade, so I hope the weather holds until then. I do not think it is actually supposed to but I can hope.
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| Thursday, September 10th, 2009
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8:13 am - chale
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I had an unexpected visitor this morning. When the cute guy left for work, a little voice called out, "can anybody help me?"
The grandson of the couple across the street had been dropped off at their house. However, they were not expecting him, and there was no answer at the door. So the youngster -- 2nd grade boy -- was left standing outside feeling rather panicked and he did not know what to do. I told him to go to the corner and cross the street and we can call them. It only took **three** times to repeat the instruction to go to the corner to cross -- he kept wanting to walk out from between two parked cars, and for some odd reason everybody and his little brother was trying to drive down this street in the best-approved parade fashion this morning. It was ridiculous -- this is normally a quiet street.
Well, quiet no longer with that $%@!!! gravel crunching, but normal traffic patterns have clearly been disrupted, and we had a slew of cars going by here. So he comes over and I gave him the phone to call, but he has no idea of the number. He will be 8 on Valentine's Day! This was a fact that I found disturbing, the simple rule of "know your phone number before you leave the yard" has clearly never been taught to this kid! He does not know his house number, his grandma's number--which is where he stays most of the time -- nothing. Luckily, in my cell phone **I** have many handy-dandy numbers stored. The cute guy mocks my massive contact list stored on my phone. 'Scuse me, it is called a phone book for a reason, doncha know.
So I call grandma's house. It rings on and on and on. After about 20 rings, a recording comes on and says "press your remote access code."
Huh?
So I hang up, as I have no remote access code and no wish to active whatever the remote access code will start up. Answering machine, perhaps?
I look up the grandpa's cell number and call it. They are at breakfast. He said to keep the boy here and he will come collect him. They were NOT expecting the kidlet this morning at all.
After such an odd start, I hope the **rest** of my day does better at sticking to the plan!
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| Friday, August 28th, 2009
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8:17 am - finally friday
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Getting back into the routine has made this a long week.
I did get my lawn mowed yesterday. I mowed the front, then took a break. I got part of the back done, and my MOWER took a break. I got it almost done, and ran out out gas. Then the cute guy filled the mower with the quart or so left in the boat gas tank and I got it finished up after he got home.
Doing it with all that break time made it an all day job, but it was also a rather nice way to mow instead of getting all out of breath and collapsing from total exhaustion.
And now it looks nice.
Starting at Memorial Day and running until almost the end of June, my lawn needs mowed every third day. I do not usually get ambitious enough to go out and DO it every third day, but it needs it. By the 4th of July it really slows down the growing cycle. I do not know if it will even need mowed again now before freezeup.
I plan to get Baby in this afternoon for her oil change. This summer has just not worked out to get it in -- every time I put it on my list of "stuff" to do that day, something came up and I had to "be" someplace else. Today there should not be anyplace else that I need to "be" instead.
Assorted house stuff this morning, car stuff this afternoon. Sounds like I planned out an exciting day, no?
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| Monday, August 3rd, 2009
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10:49 am - headstone
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By request for true_crime
**insert giggles here**
(yes, this one is a true story, the giggles are just bonus because there are so very few requests that ever come in this direction)
Once upon a time, we found a headstone in our back yard. Long before we moved into this house, someone had lain a path of flat stepping stones in the yard. They had slowly sank further into the ground and grass grew up around them, covering the edges and obscuring the shapes.
These stones did not actually lead anywhere, but there had clearly once been a path designed for some reason that was long forgotten in the mists of time. Being as we were and are poor/broke/cheap/thrifty people, we decided to go out in the back yard and dig up our own worms to go fishing. As most midwesterners know, worms tend to be generally pretty easy to find under flat rocks, so we pulled up the stepping stones to find some bait. Most of these stepping stones were pretty much basic flat rocks, but one was different. It was cut and polished and inscribed with a name and several long ago dates -- the dates of somebodies birth and death.
Creepy stuff.
We wondered if there was a grave back there we had not known about, which was a very uncomfortable feeling. Our wacky neighbor Junius was suddenly convinced there were ghosts in our yard and they were all coming from this grave.
we called the local police department to find out if there was a missing grave or something. They did not actually believe us, but sent out an officer to verify that yes, it WAS a headstone.
The cop took off with the headstone in the back of his cruiser.
We went off camping and fishing.
Wacky Junius saw more ghosts in our yard.
Several weeks later, we got a call back from the cops. It turned out that the headstone had been placed on a young woman's grave by her recently-married husband, but her parents had had it removed and replaced with a headstone of their choosing and listing her maiden name instead of her married name, which was why there was no cemetery record for this woman. This headstone had been supposed to be removed and destroyed when the replacement was installed. Somehow, it had ended up being grabbed from the trash and used as a stepping stone instead.
So the mystery was solved.
But Junius never again went into that back yard next door after dark.
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| Wednesday, July 15th, 2009
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10:00 am - get to the point?
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Random thought -- I feel the need to blog because real life is filled with disinterested people that are impatient for me to "get to the point already!"
I do not always HAVE a point. Sometimes I just want to have a conversation.
The spellchecker on here does not recognize the word "blog."
**I** find that amusing.
current mood:  rejected
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| Friday, July 10th, 2009
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8:30 am - computers are your friends
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I had the weirdest error message on Lexalous--I tried to play a word off another and it told me I had to start in the middle of the board! Then it wiped off all the words and letters that were on there.
My picture files are giving me a weird computer freeze up. Once the error box pops up, I am fine as long as I do not CLOSE the error message. If I close the error box, it closes down the entire folder.
I suspected it was due to the dvd burner, as it only started doing this after we had installed that, so I turned it off but it did not solve the problem. It is one of those "annoying but I can work around it" problems.
Lawn mower is having issues. I mowed the lawn in phases yesterday. Got the front done and started the back, then I needed a break. Went out later to finish the back, and the mower decided IT needed a break, so it ran out of gas. Then the cute guy filled it and I went out later again to finish up. I was not totally done when it just quit. Then I had a really PIA time trying to restart the stupid mower. My mower is officially one of those "annoying but I can work around it" problems. It has issues. To stop it -- to stop it ON PURPOSE, that is -- requires pulling the spark plug. To start it requires much pulling and tugging of the cord. It has several versions of jerryriggedness going on at the same time. Poor old lawn mower. It has lived a hard life. Yes, I really ought to replace it, but I have been saying that for at least five years now and it keeps limping along, promising me "just one more summer! I'll be good! I promise!"
My poinsettia is still alive, which is a new record for me. It even has some new baby leaves. My spider plant is still alive, but still teeny-tiny. I think it needs some more dirt. I want to get another replacement African Violet and a tiny blooming mini rose for my plant counter, but that might be pushing it. I have two LIVE plants there right now **insert shocked expression here** so it may be pushing it to rock the boat and add another plant to the mix.
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| Monday, June 29th, 2009
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7:48 am - stuff and nonsense
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Today the coffee table, tomorrow the world!
The cute guy took the drawers out of the chest yesterday and sanded them and filled the nicks in the veneer. The drawers are now ready to paint. He said he will do the case part next weekend. The paint will not stick very well to the shiny finish of "finished" furniture, so it needs to be what he calls "roughed up" but I call sanded. It does NOT leave it "rough" in my mind, because it is now smoother to the touch than it was when it started, but it gets rid of the old shiny varnish.
I need to get a picture of the boy and the girlfriend taken for grandma. She requested this yesterday. He is not thrilled, but tough. Considering her normal opinion, he ought to be happy she is willing to accept a posed snapshot taken by me and is not demanding that I drag them down to Sears for a "real picture" to be taken of them. As we are going over there for the 4th, I can get one that day if not before.
With graduation overwhelming my mind, it did not happen this year, but next year I plan to put out major red-white-n-blue nifty stuff at Memorial Day and have it up through the Fourth of July. There is a nice stretch of "decorated" that runs from October until the end of the year, then it is gone. Easter decorating is hard to do with the cold and snow, but there is no reason not to get a fun blast of patriotic color going in the late spring.
Looks like this will be a week of nice weather here.
We went garage sale-ing on Saturday. People are really funny on their pricing of their stuff for the garage sale. I think the biggest problem is that people price by sentiment and not by value on those things. If it had "meaning" to them, they price it high; if it had no meaning, they price it cheap. "my mom loved this so it must be worth big bucks" is better translated to "I ought to keep this because my mom treasured it."
So I found a few bargains that I chose to bring home and snickered at a few seriously overpriced sillies that I chose to leave sitting where they were.
Did NOT, however, find a boat motor or a washing machine.
Next Saturday is the 4th, so it will not be a good day for garage sales. This town tends to empty out on the 4th of July weekend, and much of the local population heads for the lake. That describes most summer weekends in nodakland, but the weekend of the 4th is especially so.
I need to find out the postal regulations for shipping a butane lighter.
I need to mow the lawn. It had about quit growing--it grows like crazy in the spring and really needs mowing twice a week, then the first hot day seems to bring it all to a screeching halt. It gets much slower on the growing once it gets warm here. Seems like the warm would MAKE it grow, but no. However, it does need it now, because it is looking scraggly.
I need to pull up my big girl panties and get my rose bush moved. Game over, suck it up. Hopefully the ant killer has finally worked.
So as I have a list of assorted stuff and nonsense to conquer for the day, it might be a good plan to get started on it.
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| Friday, June 26th, 2009
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8:52 am - computers are your friend
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...when they feel like it, anyway. When they choose NOT to be friendly, it is a whole nother story.
As the computer was electing to NOT cooperate, I gave up and decided to call verizon before their website forced me to apply percussive maintenance to the machine. It only took three tries to reach an actual living breathing talking human, which is some sort of new record these days for me. Upon reaching a handy-dandy human, she was able to fix all the odd buggies in the system. In theory.
It seems to work now, anyway.
Like all self-respecting Luddites, I get frustrated with machinery that does not operate as advertised. If you claim your website is "user friendly" you are not going to win any points with me when that "user friendly website" chooses to blow raspberries in my direction.
So after she used assorted bells and whistles and magic tricks, it now operates correctly.
That is, until the next time we try this, anyway.
It got warm here yesterday. It was much warmer on MY thermometer than it was for the "official"temp, of course. My lows are sometimes lower and my highs are sometimes higher than the official number, and I will match up more often with the "official temp" from the base than from the town. The only thing is, the base is 12 miles away, but I match up with them instead of the official town temp, where I am actually located???
Weird.
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So it finally got warm at my house. Between the neverending cold weather and appointments and places that I had to be, this was the first time I had the chance to get into the pool.
I got in to clean the pool. Had to keep switching out the little paper filter cartridges, because it kept clogging up as I was trying to get all the stuff out of the pool. This was the first time I had been able to get in there to do this this year. What I need to do is to find a pool vacuum that actually works correctly with this filter instead of trying to do it the slow way, I suppose.
We went to the garage sale and we bought the chest of drawers. It needs painted and new handles. Drawer pulls. Whatever you want to call them, it needs new ones. Right now it looks ok as is, and you cannot beat it for that price. Of course, price alone is not the answer, as there was a big mirror there and it was a real good price and a really nice mirror with an oak frame. Except when it came into my house....it got bigger. It is not going to fit where I had planned to hang it. So now I need to re-think my plan.
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| Monday, June 22nd, 2009
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8:28 am - muuunday rolls around
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And the poor cute guy gets to begin his week with a visit to the dentist.
Not on his top ten list of places that HE wants to go, I must say.
As long as the idea of unpleasant medical visits were in my brain, I jumped up and made my appointment to get squished.
We got the bricks last night at Menards to block off a flowerbed in front of the entryway. I had hoped to find concrete blocks like the ones I have in the back with the flat mowing ledge, but the closest thing we could find were plastic ones, and odds of the plastic holding up to our winters are somewhere hovering between slim and none. So the ones we did get are red cinderblock, which do not have the mowing ledge but have a better chance of winter survival. Hopefully.
So I can begin my flowerbed project tonight. I am going to need to get some good dirt to fill it after I get the bricks up.
Fiddled with the menu for this week. The kidlet will not be here for dinner tonight, so it was a good time to put stroganoff on the menu. We were down for chicken nuggets, which she likes top-of-the-heap, so there is no reason to fix those if she will not be here to eat them. We both eat them without grumbling, but do not exactly dance up and down saying "goody goody gumdrops" over the idea. So they can wait for night that she IS going to be here.
She will ride down to Bismarck with energizerbunnymama to fetch the Roman traveler back from the plane. They are not getting in to Bismarck until around midnight, so it is going to be somewhere in the 3AM zone when the child returns home tonight.
Originally she was scheduled for book buddies tomorrow morning, but the mom of her little buddy called yesterday and moved them to Thursday because of a death in the family. So by Thursday, she will be wide awake. Tomorrow, odds of that are not so good.
Now I sound like a bookie, with all this the odds of this and the odds of that.
We went out garage sale-ing on Saturday. I am looking for a tall chest of drawers with big drawers. I would like to find a waterfall style so it will match her desk, but I am not that picky. I am not searching for a fancy antique dresser to "look at" but a solid old wood dresser to USE and have it hold up. I am not looking on ebay, because it would cost a fortune to ship stuff like that.
I guess I ought to put an ad on first class, which is the internal school system mail system. They run free classified ads. Otherwise, we will need to get back to the auctions. There used to be a ton of household auctions around here, but lately they have gone by the wayside. I am not sure why.
Well, there are no farm auctions around here these days because the economy is booming. When it was bad, the farm auctions were good auctions to visit. The household auctions were usually estate auctions, and I do **know** that old people are still dying around here, so I am not sure why all of those auctions seem to have dried up. Maybe just the weather--it was so nasty for so long, nobody was willing to schedule outdoor activities?
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| Friday, June 19th, 2009
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8:38 am - Prom
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It was the prom at the 2nd Story last night.
The firstborn had her BestNightEver at the dance. She danced every dance before the break. They crowned her prom queen at the break. She got to "take cuts" in the food line because she was the queen. Then she got to have seconds on the good stuff, and danced the rest of the night after she finished eating.
It was a good night.
Historically, my camera battery always dies at the prom. This year, I was actually prepared for it. I started carrying the extra battery in the side pouch of the camera case--the cute guy gave me a new camera case for Christmas, and it has a little bitty zipper pocket just the right size for the extra battery. So I have a ton of pictures from the dance. Hopefully there will be some good shots.
I actually danced several of the dances myself, which was fun. Some with boys, some with girls, once in a group. Discovered that tennis shoes are seriously NOT the best choice of footwear to wear as dancing slippers, but that was ok too.
I think the sorority of women that provide, prepare and serve the food is called Beta Sigma Pi, but that name is fuzzy. The band was Firehouse. The florist that donates the corsages is Lowe's Gardens. And the local Best Buy store sent over employees yesterday afternoon to decorate, and several more of the Best Buy employees were there to help out last night.
These places and peoples all deserve a grand heap of praise indeed. All the food and music were donated to the club. Jesus Himself said, "Whatever you do for these little ones, you do for me." The club members were so incredibly happy with the dance, and it was a wonderful night.
Standard dial up warning applies.
All the pictures are work safe, kid safe, grandma safe, of course. Dial up safe, on the other hand, not so much.
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