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Sani {{{HUGS}}} tagged me for the Middle Name Meme Here are the rules: 1. You have to post these rules before you give the facts.
My middle name is [ug] Louise. L Lyrical, literal, literally...could be but Laughter follows me like laundry. I don’t [can’t ] tell jokes... it’s just that things happen. Once I was in a quartet which was asked to sing at a very prominent churchwoman’s funeral. We had to wear heels and hose and junk like that. I was really miserable and whispered to my friend beside me. "My big toe is killing me!" "Why?" she asked. "I burned it." She turned to look at me, "How did you burn your toe?" "Well," I told her, " I had the curling iron heating on the edge of the sink and I decided to shave my legs. So when I put my foot up on the sink my toe touched the curling iron. It sizzled. It really hurts, I think I have a blister.." No sympathy there! She clapped her hand over her mouth and kept snorting and sputtering. It was really embarrassing. People were looking at her! And then she said to me, "Can’t you even behave at a funeral!"
O In a former life I lived on a farm in Ohio. It’s hard to get away from that ‘Round on both ends and HI in the middle. Especially as you age and look in the mirror. That would be Obese. Naw. Opinionated, Out- spoken, Open mouthed [stick in foot] all come to mind but I think I choose Otherwise. There is no "W" in Louise so I can’t choose wise... And Sandi was picking all kinds of things she wanted to be so I will be Otherwise which must be better than just every day wise because it is also other. U [This could get Ugly.] All those Un words. I don’t want to be Un. Presently I am in a sea of
Uncertainty but we won’t go there. Right now I’m trying to figure out how I can be Ultraviolet. Ultra sounds very, very what I’d like to be when I grow up. However that might be difficult and I only do difficult when absolutely necessary. Sunday night at Church someone said I was Unique’. There was a long pause before that "unique" too. Hmmm. Well, since I already am-- I'll be Unique’.
I Piece of cake! Imaginative. My daughter and some others have told me I am "an Improver" – probably because of all those lists I make and how-to books I read. LT says I am Inquisitive but that’s just because he doesn’t want to tell me what I want to know. I am probably an Imaginative, Inquisitive Improver but I think Imaginative will do
S Oh, Silly according to the consensus all those great global warming scientist who believe the sky is falling and the naked king is wearing gorgeous clothes...
E Eccentric? Maybe when I’m older.. And rich. Economical - well there is that. Elegant? in a land far away and long ago... Ebullient, Energetic... who are we kidding here! Oh, just the plain ole Extrovert, I guess. ~sigh~.
Six letters in my name... six people to inflict with pain. I choose Amy, Meridith, Lady Poet 33, Kim, chelle B and Chickadee I don't know why everything is underline! I have tried to post this blog for over and hour and it keeps coming out all scrambled. It this one scrambles it scrambles! LadyMother is now cranky and it has nothing to do with my name, middle or no! |
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Things seem to be moving in directions without my approval. It doesn't matter whether I want it or not; I am now the wife of a stay-at-home photo journalist. LT has been very sick the past two weeks with Bronchitus and a sinus infection, in addition to Congestive Heart Failure and Sleep Apnea. This is not a fun time for him. At the close of week two he decided to go ahead and take short term disability until his retirement begins at the end of August. That retirement date has been kicked around for two years now... sometimes it was in May, at the end of his 40th year with WSB-TV News... Then he decided to wait until after his birthday, which is August 28th. Then he decided to go on to the end of the year... However, last February during his annual physical, the cardiologist informed him that his heart transplant is failing and gave him six months to live. Not long after that bad news he finally admitted his lack of stamina and endurance; as at the end of every workday, and every minor exertion, he fell into bed to recover. These ignored symptoms have been increasing and then came the illness. Now he reluctantly prepares to die as he plans to live... He wants to live This is not an easy or noble task for one with ADD. I am still struggling to get our wills signed and notorized. They have been written for four months... There are videos, family treasures, to be burned on DVD's... things, technical and otherwise, to be passed on that only he knows or understands. And much more that we desire of him. But his heart is elsewhere... computers and other black box machines to finish building... Continued classes on his Panasonic; the camera he bought to use freelancing after he retired. He doesn't want to think of endings, he has Dreams of the future... Plans undone... And a groove of procrastination 64 years deep! We've learned to smile at the unfinshed projects started with great enthusiasim and visions of glory. Now we trust God that the finished project of his life will be completed to HIS satifaction. That's all that matters. It's not about The Long Time Husband [41 years] or the wants of the family, this partially remodeled house, his beloved church media team [that he continues to feed donuts], or those long large-life years with the TV station. It's all about HIM... He sits on the Throne... HIS will be done |
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[My sister sent me this little flyer that was included in her Church bulletin one Sunday. She wanted to share it with me and I'd like to share it with you. If you have noticed any gray hairs among the gold ... you'll like this one! Miss Meg]
ONLY GOD!
A few weeks ago, while I was getting my hair done, I reached up and pulled out a gray hair. [Yes, my age is showing]. My hairdresser, who is a lovely Christian woman, smiled at me and said, Only God can do that. I asked her what she meant by her comment. She explained that only God can create gray hair. She said, I can bleach your hair so that it has almost no color. I can treat your hair with chemicals that can turn it almost any color you’ like. But I can’t make gray hair. Only God can turn hair white or gray, the way hair changes with age.
Her words have stuck with me. In fact, they have inspired me to look at the other things in life that can only be done by God. I’ve begun making a list of the things I notice each day. It includes things like causing plants to grow, making the sun shine, making me a joyful person, giving me Spiritual gifts and innate talents, changing the tide, and hundreds of other things. And the most important, of course, is transforming us into new creatures and giving us eternal life through Jesus Christ. Let me challenge you to do this, too. As you go through the next few weeks, make a list of the things that come to your attention that are not humanly possible – that only God can do. Use it as an opportunity to marvel at the awesome nature of God, and to give thanks to our generous and gracious God, who is the source of all that is good. Every good and perfect gift is from James 1:17 above, coming down from the Father... Sonshine and Smiles! Rev. Jane Gibbons Minister of Congregational Development – North ABC/Ohio |
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Hello! You have reached this number. At the tone please leave a number OR Press One to learn about the flaming toaster which happened when Long Time Husband made toast with buttered bread...
Press Two to hear about Killer Kat bringing Baby Bunny, his latest victum , into the house as a gift for LTH [see above]. The Human was not pleased and yelled loudly, grabbed the offensive monster Animal who dropped the sweet,Bunny on the kitchen floor. The Lady of the Manor screamed because, ahh, er, well, ah,
it was little and skittering about near her. It dashed between the refrigerator and the wall. The Killer Kat was thrown into the WC because a) he could not open that door [as he does all others or b) he could not shred the tile as he is wont to do with carpets under said doors in the process of opening. Got that? LT and MM searched the second floor for Baby Bunny. Anon. MM left the back door wide open to the falling night rain and went upstairs to her PC. LT went downstairs to his den to his PC, leaving the way unimpeded for the infant one to find his way outside to safty. Did he? We don’t know. The next day Killer presented his Master the partial remains of a baby bunny. Same Baby Bunny? We don’t know. LT very seriously told me not to be upset; Rabbits are reincarnated. Yes, that’s what he said...
Press Three for the strange tale of a Sister-Girlfriend from Church gifting me a lovely outfit of peasant blouse and tiered skirt. For no reason. She wanted to ‘cause she thought I would like it. And I do. Unfortunately, as I have already sniveled to my friends, I look like the little Doughboy’s Mama wearing it! Gathers are for those slender in frame. Alas, my frame has enlarged it’s holdings. The plan now is to try to find a more [?] flattering top...something less blimpish.
Press Four to be assured that the subdivision has warily submitted to the new regime of trash collectors. There is no privacy. An arm snakes out, grabs the cart and flings over the top of the truck and your trash falls out for all to see. No more putting it onto a lift and being flung discreetly inside the truck. And there are no longer three men, one driving and two hanging on the back breathing in the fumes of... well, we won’t go there. Now there is just the driver and...the steering wheel is on the right side of the truck. [gasp!]
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sEJfS1v-fU0 Have a Good Day. Miss Meg
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There has been a fervent spurt of excitement in our suburban neighborhood. [ I stand guilty of the charge that I was totally oblivious to the event --] It seems that one of the garbage pick up companies that serve us [we get to choose ] is doling out new trash carts!! Oh the thrilling undercurrent of anticipation!!. Neighbor Tweetyfran called to complain that her cart had not been emptied and E, down on the corner, had not had her trash picked up for two weeks! After much accusing and defending back and forth with said trash trooper , it was settled to the satisfaction of all. Tweety and E received new carts by special delivery. However, the full old carts were left in place with the additional new cart. And the "new" cart was discovered to be "not new". Humm, I complained into the phone – why didn’t I get a new cart delivered? Tweety said she refused to take the trash out of the old cart and transfer it to the new one. Those two carts , one full, one empty, sat curbside for two more weeks. Can you spell stubborn? Sunday theTweetys were off on a fishing trip with instructions to me to "feed the dogs, the bird and the fish...and bring in the mail." They said they were leaving early but they were still there when we left for church. I thank God for that because while LongTime Husband made a run to Publix’s to pick up donuts and juice for his media team at church, I was pulling on my dress. It had a LONG zipper down the back which I left stranded in the middle of me -- unable to move more up or back down.
Clumping out of the house to get Tweety to zip me up I met her 9 y.o. grandson, Steffon, in the yard. "I can do that," he offered. I did not know that... Anyway, they were gone when we got back so my pet duties began officially.
Early the next morning as I followed my ole dog around the block, I noticed all the slendar new black carts. When I had rolled out ours I noted the directions to place it three feet from the mailbox with handle towards the street. Believing in the rule of law I did as instructed. No problem. Not so my neighbors. Some carts were defiantly squatting right out in the street with handles pointed toward the house. Only 8 were obedient, thrifty and kind.
But are these people really rebellious and cantankerous? Not really. They just don’t care which way the arrow points. They have to hurry to get onto the Interstate Parking Lot and abandon their houses to stand empty and lonely all day; as prescribed to qualify as a bedroom community to Atlanta. Several know me, if only by sight, as the lady who waters her plants, mows her grass or walks her dog. That seems to please them ?? and some chat a minute on their way to the car so I know a little about them. [They may have a qualifier in front of lady; such as strange, weird...]
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"I do it for my gramma all the time. And he zipped expertly. " Husbands," he told me, "always have to go somewhere in the car when a woman needs him." 
Others were coyly parked sideways, playing hard to get. 
A sad statement about mankind circa. 2000..
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For several days I have been trying to log in but have been told I am not. I am able to lurk on my friends list because I have put them on Google Reader but I feel very disinfranchized by HSB. And I will be helping the Kitten to homeschool this summer. ...except I am blogger -- hear me whine... Today I have Leather Brown splotches. On my clothes and I see a glump on a leg. As I eyed this dark pool in the midst of my den I had a flashback to those golden, olden TV days when the Clampets found black gold on thar Kentucky property, became rich and moved to Hollywood. Cal- ly-four-ney, that is. No such luck here. This was not black gold but oil based paint... Seemingly, LT does not have the ability to be aware of his own personal body parts, like arms and legs, as he moves about the state of Georgia. ~sigh~ This is not the first can of paint that has been overturned because I was dumb enough to tuck it in a corner where noone usually walks. Really. Yes, this project should have been done, however, yesterday when I opened the paint to begin work I noticed the brush I had been using was gone. -- like in, thrown away. [ He never throws anything away. So I had to go to the TC Underwear Replacement Emporiumn to get stuff. -- I mean, I had to go there so I might as well pick up some food, paint, brushes, texturing for the ceiling... ...and apparently when I put the lid back on the unused paint can I did it very gently. He does not see the clothes hamper either. **This is an award winning news photographer! However, I note, when it pertains to what I am doing, he also sees nothing. Unless, of course, it is not on his agree-to list. This is very wrong and he sees as soon as I have it completed I don't like this any more than I like not being. It took every drop I could squeeze out of that paint can but I managed to finish the panels. Just. I took that RealAge.com test and according to it I am 55.4 yrs. I think that means I wasn't born until I was twelve. I may have lost a few years today. I've been kinda smug about being 12 years younger than I am. In fact, I probably got oversmug and into proud. |
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Then popped his head out of the room to say things are crawling on him and can he please sleep on the couch. I say no since it is late and we haven't checked the couch for ticks yet...
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is woe or possible whine... I have been on a roll lately -- this computer seems to be my enemy. It is disobedient, cranky and not nice. So I decided to read a book. Oh, not one of those uplifting thought provoking, life changing books y'all read. This was a good ole mystery with the plus of receipes thrown in. The protanganist of the story has a bakery and as she goes about her mysterious ways she pops in a receipe here and there. I copied down a couple that sounded good. It was an easy read and I was clipping along. Yeah, it was getting late but I was sure I could finish in just a couple more... Oh, it's midnight. There just a few more It's 1:30. The last page. Oh no... the last sentence: is there something you want to tell me? That's it. I look closely. The last two pages are cut out. Like with a razor blade. Who cuts up a library book with a razor blade????? Who. Who. What's the end!! I look closely. There is a list of the receipes. That's right -- there was one on the back of the last page and the following. Someone cut out the receipe with the ending printed on it's other side. That is wrong. |
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Resurrection Sunday arrived cold and crisp without the biting winds of the day before. Pastor Scott had announced a few weeks ago that our church would be going to two services; nine and eleven. He ask that some of us make the sacrifice to come to the earlier service. As I prefer that time slot it was no hardship for me. LT, however, was not happy that he would be required to be working in the media room for both services. I think all the team was dismayed. Pastor does not realize how tiring two hours behind a camera is, or the stress of working computers and all the various electronic machines in that room. He will often throw out a casual request, not understanding how much work, and more importantly, how much time it takes to do things. And he won’t know until someone tells him [respectfully, of course]. LT did have a talk with him at the Men’s Breakfast, Saturday morning. He told him that both services did not need to be filmed; that they would do it for this Sunday but from then on it should be only at the eleven o’clock service unless there was a special event. However the reason he gave was not valid; the first service would be attended by older people like my wife, LT had to be there at eight and I didn’t want to go that early and have nothing to do so I decided to drive myself. I left it a little late in my departure. Who knew there would be people out on the road who did not want to get to where they were going. I arrived at church at 9:01 and they had just started. The seat I always occupy was sat upon by an upstart. The place was packed. So I did not sit in my "usual"chair or in my usual section. In fact when I arrived I noted that the upper parking lot was almost full so I decided to park on the other side of the church and climb up the flight of stairs to get into the building. [ Yeah, most of us are lazy and like to walk right into the building at street level. ] Little did I know all these minor changes were going to cause havoc. I didn’t get to visit with "the gang", though I greeted and hugged the people around me. After church I talked to several people then crossed the Worship Center and went to the media room to chat a minute with LT. The room was empty. With a shrug I walked down the hall, looked down to the other side of the building where new people were coming in and others were leaving. A huge crowd. So I just left. No big deal. Was it? When I got home, I changed my clothes and got a cup of coffee. Then I noticed the red light blinking on the telephone. It was LT. He called loudly for me to pick up the phone. Then he mumbled. "I’m worried." I immediately thought something was wrong with him, health-wise. A bunch of room noise, then "It’s eleven o’clock and you are not here." he accused. Then he mumbled some more, saying "...I’m really worried... " What?! I called his cell phone but was informed that the blah-blah customer was not available. I thought, well, he’s probably running the switcher or directing... I would try later. And I did. He was still not available. So I grabbed a book to read. A short time later I heard feet tracks stomping up the stairs. Deducing it was not the cat or the dog, I called out, "Why did you call?" He was in the doorway glaring at me. "Why didn’t you come to church?" "I did. I saw the "human video" [pantomime!] and Pastor Scott giving his sermon dressed as Peter and telling the Easter story from his perspective." [It was riveting]. I defended myself from whatever I was defending myself from... He did glare on. "You mean I made this trip for nothing?!" I was astonished. What was going on? "Before church people asked me if you were coming. I said you must be coming to the 2nd service... And I looked all over for you afterwards... No one saw you. My mind was formulating all kinds of scenarios! " I guess he was really mad I wasn’t laying on the kitchen floor in a pool of blood! To my knowledge, in 40 years he has never worried. I mean, I am home alone five days a week and I go in and I go out and he has never given it a thought! However Sunday he decided there is all kinds of wickedness in the world... And before the day was out I was in his bad graces-- again. Without even trying - just like the 1st time! That afternoon we went to his nieces for the Easter egg hunt for the little ones. My dd had called and asked me if I found the directions I had written down last year. I had just seen them Friday but they had gone into hiding. I looked in my address book and told her the street and number. She put it in the computer and said, " that looks easy. See you there." We were suppose to be there at three but LT had to lay down and he didn’t get up until three so I called them and said it would likely be four by the time we got there. We climbed in the truck. Ran out of gas – well, the little picture of the gas pump kept pinging. So he had to find a station that would take the card he had. More time wasted. At the station he got out Girlfriend [GSP] and asked me for the address. Well, I was so proud to remember, no easy feat for me but I had just given it to the Kitten. He put it in the little computer and off we went. When he turned left I protested. "Are you sure that is the address?" Oh, yes. I had just given it to the Kitten – I was extremely sure. He said, well, it’s off This Street. I said, I don’t remember that... I know you have to go by the court house in the square. We went the opposite direction. ... He drove around like he knew where he was going. I was telling him that last year we had gone down the main street and turned left at Chick-Fil-A and Eckerds. As we came to the light, across the street was the restaurant. The Drugstore was on our left. He turned around again and we headed back ... I was praying in a sneaky way- silently. Turn on Lighthouse I said. [ No, I don’t know why I said that – it surely didn’t look familiar.] We went into the subdivision a short way and there was the house! I said, is the Kitten here? No, he growled. Oh, no! I worried. Where she is with the baby and the boys.. Lost, driving around... Isn’t that blue van her’s? Yeah. said grudingly. Whew, Yea! We went in and she shrieked at me across the room [full of people]. "I will never ask you for directions again! I drove all over the place..." She never did tell me how she found the right address. But we were all there. And there was food. It seems I had put the new address in my roll-a-dex and not the address book. We went to the house they lived in three years ago!. I parked in the wrong place, sat in the wrong place... I was just not ...
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As I lurk about the site I note that most bloggers do not attempt to write the great American novelle or even an entry into the contest for the most perfectly written piece. So why, I wonder, can't I just write a line or two? If I wrote about going to the Nursing Home this week, would I mention that I barely paid attention? That the twenty people in the room did not touch my cold heart? I had left my bible in the car and could not even read that. Pastor was wondering all over the place but then I realized he was speaking directly to the two men who were listening. He told them about a cousin by marriage that has stage 4 cancer, that he and his wife would be going to Hawaiia in June ... he did refer to some bibical passages off and on. I looked at the clock. Yes, Atlanta. One of the cities designated as a possible sometime coming nuclear bomb target. And home of WSB-TV. Have I ever mentioned that he is farsighted? Well, duh. He keeps eating.
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I have never been able to post a picture. Even people who have never seen a computor before are posting pictures. I had to send a photo for my avitar to Washington state and have a friend put it on my blog! So I am sending a link of a photo of a couple of my grandsons : middle and baby. If anyone can see it please let me know. I will rejoice!
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It was nothing like the Gaither's Homecoming at our church, last Sunday. Oh we sang but there were beach balls bouncing off our heads. It's really hard to sing and duck. It's really amazing how joyous worship service can be; just being together and being taught the Word. And this was something we had been talking about and planning for a couple of months. Lots of old friends had come back so there were many tears and many bear hugs. I had started preparing food Saturday afternoon. While the LTH was at the church teaching a seminar on media room "machines" I made 5 dozen chocolate chip cookies. And I baked three pounds of chicken to use in a salad. When LT got home he was starved. They had not been fed as promised. He was quite indignate. That saying about a man and his stomach is true...he was not a happy man. So after we came back from a hamburger joint [BK] I began slicing cabbage for a casserole . Then I grated carrots and cooked them both in boiling salted water. While that cooked I fixed the sauce. Once everything was put together I put the bowl in the refrigerator to bake the next morning. Two down, two to go. One of my favorite dishes is Mexican Lazonia. I got the receipe out of Taste of Home magazine a few years ago. It is tasty and colorful and looks like you really did a lot of work. Well, this time I did. A lot of work. Somebody put the hunk of Monterey Pepper Jack Cheese in the freezer. It is hard to grate frozen cheeze. ~sigh~ I almost started to "glow" with the effort and did get exceedingly warm. But now I know to zap a small piece in the micro for 7 seconds, turning 3 or 4 times. . the oil is brought to the surface and it grates easily without sticking. And no wood filler-- Cellulose! The essences of this dish is to prepare layers of a browned meat mixture, tortillas and cheeses and pop it in the oven. As both the casserole and the Lazonia had to bake the same amount of time at 350, I opted to do that in the morning so it would be hot when I took it to church. Anywho after I fixed those two dishes and tucked them in the alredy full refrigerator I started slicing and dicing and yes, more grating. This is the tomatoes, cheddar, lettuce, green onions and black olives that I arrange in diagional rows across the top of the dish. I also cooked macaroni in chicken broth for the salad. Great plan. I only had to get up earlier. But it never fails. There is something about time before church on Sunday mornings. It either melts quickly or flies away. However it gets gone I have a tremendously difficult time being ready to leave on schedule. This time there was an added handicape. It was after ten p.m. when I finished my chef routine and still had to walk the dog and bathe...[aaaah PTL for Horsefeather Creations's Magnolia Blossoms]!! But I did it! I was all together. Food was prepared and all together. On time! O happy day. I packed everything and we were on our way, five minutes early. When we got there I went to the kitchen and tucked my carrier in the corner - away from all the other foods loading the counters. A deacon was rummaging around in there -- I told him I needed to fix my own food and didn't want anyone to touch it. He said that spot would be safe. HA! I left before the end of the service and raced back to the kitchen to put my beautiful masterpiece together. As I neared, I saw 10 tables of food lined down the center of the hall outside the dining room. ...I saw my casserole, the chicken salad, the cookies on a strange platter... and ... and the lazonia in two bowls. The first had the toppings all tossed together and beside it the base with only the naked cheeze showing. It looked gross-- a mass of white with light brown bubbles... I was appalled and immediately felt angry that someone had interferred. The lady in charge came up and sweetly asked if something was wrong. I told her. Like a little kid blurting out "he hit me" or some such whiny complaint. Why would I go to the trouble of putting the ingredients in separate baggies if I was going to mix them together -- it looked sloppy! - even thought it was colorful. But like most bottoms, the base of the dish was not at all attractive. She said, "Well, we wondered why someone was so neat -- but there wasn't any instructions... Of course not! I was going to do it. I knew I was acting childish but I kept on I felt so angry I just turned around and went back into the Worship Center. After I visited with different people for awhile, we lined up to eat. Again I felt angry when I saw that pitiful done-wrong lazonia laying there on the table. I did explain to a few people near me that the "tossed salad" was to go on top of the cheese and meat. So some saw how to do it --and it did taste good but -- that was beside the point! The cabbage/carrot casserole disappeared before I ever saw it [again] and cookies too. I am just a show off. Bah. Humbug! Well, of course my conscious was a nuisance, the rest of the day. I knew I was going to appologize to the lady I snarled at but somehow it got pushed aside and it was Wednesday. I knew I'd see her that night so thought I would catch her then. I saw her husband. Her kids. Then we were leaving she was no where in sight. The wife of a deacon came up and handed me a piece of paper and said that she was told to give it to me. I knew immediately it was a check... When I opened it, it was made out to me for $20.00! and on the for line at the bottome she had written, For lunch, I'm sorry! I wanted to cry! Well, at least she provided her phone number [on the check] so I called as soon as I got home. And. can you believe it , she appologized to me again. ~sigh~ I've heard that if you aren't sweet when you are young then you won't just suddenly become a sweet old lady. I guess it's true. Let that be a lesson to you. If you're young, be sweet. You really don't improve with age. In fact, faults seem to get embedded in cement. It's pretty easy to become a curmudgeon.
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I am too tired to blog. Then I taped and compounded the stairway to the lower level [ once a long time ago it was a two car garage]. Then I went out into the lovely weather to loudly blow debris off of the drive way with the leaf blower. LT came home and pointed to his mouth and his tummy. Is that not sad? What's wrong with peanut butter sandwiches after a long days work? So I stopped, a little over half the driveway cleared, and went to man the slave galley. I had chicken marinating for frijatas. This is the first time I used a prepackaged seasoning mix... sodium content 110%-- yuk! We mixed the unsalted rice and refried beans and chicken all together. It looked awful but was the only way we could eat it. I know ...lazy doesn't work. LT is not supposed to have much sodium. The congestive heart failure is really bothering him. At least he is making more comments about the difficulty of breathing. I need to be more careful in more than one way... Cleaning the driveway was too much. Now the big questions is will I have the energy to clean my teeth! //////yawn/////// |
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I have been lurking. Since I had so much trouble keeping track of my friends I put them on Google Reader, which tells me who has a new entry and I don't have to go through the whole list. However when I leave a comment I am a nony mouse. I think my friends don't think I'm friendly any more. A few weeks ago, I noticed these silvery strands shining though the blondish hair on my headbone, so I said I thought I would go to the Beauty Supply store and see about getting a hair color that would make me silver all over. My hair, all over... anyway LT said he thought that would be a big mistake. I think he feels if he looks at me and my hair is silver he is old... I enlisted The Kitten [daughter] who is always up for looking extreme. The little girl in the store had dead black hair. There was a ring through her eyebrow. My dd translated my desire. She was totally astonished. Why would you do that? she screeched. She's almost 70, my daughter defended me. I am not almost 70 - I'm almost 68. That is two years difference. Two. Anyway, it's my hair... " All my friends have gray or white hair," I told her. - Like it's peer pressure! "I want to embrace my age..." " Do not embrace your age! " The Kitten perked up,"Where do you use botox," she wondered as she peered at this mere child. "Here". she pointed to two tiny frown lines between her eyes. I tried to rub mine away with a finger... "And the collegen here, around my lips," I went to look for silver hair as she and The Kitten went to look at the miracluous cream. Suddenly I hear, "Mother! You left Caleb!" Sure enough, there he was sound asleep in his carrier, in the middle of the aisle. She was at the front of the store and I was at the back. I gently pointed out that I had never had Caleb. He is heavy! She stomped over and scooped up her child and came back to help me peruse the little colored curls that indicated what would happen to you if you put the stuff in the bottle on your very own hair. The Infant Witch of the South came back to disapprove of this endeavor. Stabbing a long nail [fake] at a purply red curl, she said, "I think you should do this." went around the end of the shelves declaring, Do not embrace your age! You must fight! I am fighting... Well, I semi- embraced my age. It took me two days to get up steam enough to use it. Lt didn't even notice. I felt like people would point. It looked blah. Sunday I went to church and a deacon, the one that is full of energy and tells really silly jokes I was astounded. "You do?" "That's my daddy - he was a carrot top." Now is that funny? No. Must be the global warming. And maybe next time I can embrace my age... or not. |
[pouty lips] She then proceeded to tell us that you don't even need shots that they have this cream...
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The plumbers had not been seen since they installed our hot water tank a few weeks ago. I have been happily washing clothes in the new washer and dryer –NOT having to take the dirty clothes down two flights of stairs and bring clean clothes back up.... Heaven! They were suppose to come back the following week and get on with it but on the appointed day the owner called to tell me Michael was sick – got a bug from his kids. The next morning he called again to say Michael was still sick. So I figured that with the week end ahead he might show up on Monday. I was caulking and planning to prime and paint the WC so I was not too unhappy with the delay. I did want the pipes removed from the wall in the old laundry room as there were gapping holes that cold air was pouring through... But it is expensive to heat the outdoors. So silence prevailed in that quarter until Wednesday night. There was a message on the machine when we got back from church. They would be here in the morning, unless I called. I didn’t call. The next morning Joe called and said they be out in awhile and he would give me a call when they were on their way. So I did all kinds of things; like I was expecting company. My neighbor called and I told her they were coming that morning - she informed me it was 2: 15 PM. I knew that. As we chatted the dogs began to tear up the atmosphere. Tweety said, somebodies here - all the dogs are sounding the alarm. As I hung up the phone a voice rings out from below,"Meg, we’re here!" I was astounded to find Michael and Joe in the den at the bottom of the stairs. They had just walked in– like my daughter does, only she yells, "Mom, we’re here!" I didn’t realize we were so close... I mean, I know I’ve written Michael some large checks but ... maybe that’s a bonding event. I had no idea... As I joined them they were looking up, "The ceiling’s done!" one of them exclaimed. I looked up too. At the heavy globs of joint compound ridging the border of each and every piece [twelve +] ~sigh~ of drywall. "Who did it?" Joe asked with a carefully blank face. "The same man who botch the kitchen floor." I snarled. I swear, both of them , in astonished unison, whipped their faces towards me. "Why did you let him back in the house!" Michael marveled. What could I say? "Insanity runs in my family." Joe didn’t have to nod in agreement... They tried to console me with "when it’s sanded down... smoothed out.. Painted.." Yeah, yeah, yeah. So they set to work, installing the toilet, putting the controls on the tub, drains for the showers [every house needs three]. They pounded and sawed and bantered the rest of the afternoon. "Call me when you’re ready to drywall" Michael instructed as he headed toward the back door. "I need to cut a vent in the roof and I don’t want to do that until then." As they drove away I was whimpering... "No, you can’t – not a hole in my roof..."
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I was raised to be frugal. It's part of who I am. Some people [one to whom I am married ] try to make me feel flawed in this respect. Many times I have explained that we both can't spend the same money but he continues to try. To solve this dilemma, he has cash and I have "the card". When he asks for "the card", I quake. I stongly dislike it when the card leaves my clutches. There are a number of "frugal" blogs that I check out often. It's strange. They are all about spending. Doesn't that seem strange? Frugal and spending in the same blog... One lady has posted a list of somewhere to go every day of the week to buy things and save money. The form of frugality that I practice is a mite different. I spend not. In fact I can think of a whole list of things I don't want to buy. a tiny list: A fancy, high powered, high profile car. A mansion. Formal Eveningwear High Heel Shoes with pointy toes Electronics - those black boxes will try to take over your life - even the smallest ones Furniture - a couch or bed should last forever Appliances - once you've bought one you've experienced them all. Jewelry - dangly, sparkly, expensive or fake Collectibles. [with needed feather duster] A wig. Ice Skates. A Houseboat or a house or a boat. An airplane, jet or helocopter A bird feeder. Skies, water or snow A bathing suit [after age 30 that desire departed and has never returned] A tuba.. Ah, there's no end of the things I don't want and can live without. I think I will just sit here for awhile and feel proud.
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THE RULES: Each player of this game starts with the ‘7 weird things about you.’ People who get tagged need to write a blog of their own 7 weird things as well as state this rule clearly. In the end, you need to choose 7 people to be tagged and list their names. Don’t forget to leave a comment that says ‘you are tagged’ in their comments and tell them to read your blog.”
I can’t understand why Lady Poet would think I have anything
I asked LT if there was anything weird about me and He said, "No" Then spoiled the glow of the moment 1. "Oh, yeah," sez he – "...that Christmas tree in your bedroom. One day Pastor David was over here and we were in there for something... I told him, that isn’t a Christmas tree." "It isn’t?" " No. She just keeps it up all year round. And he said, What’s up with that?" It isn’t a Christmas tree! It’s MY tree. It has flowers and hearts and butterflies... and some colored balls. But it Isn’t a Christmas tree.
2. My neighbor, Tweety [now that is weird – a woman grown calling herself Tweety, with Tweety "stuff" all over her car – and a room in her house dedicated to the yellow cartoon bird]. She said, "You wear pink," "Wearing pink is weird?" "You always wear pink!" "Do not!" "Yeah, you do." "I wear green and blue and red... right now I have on a teal shirt and blue jeans and ahhhhh" I hop back as she grabs at me. "PINK slippers!" she crows. Silly woman. She gave me the slippers! 3. The Kitten [dd]. "Lists, Mama." she replied. "Miles of lists." You have lists of clothes you wear each Sunday, food in the pantry, weekly menus and shopping lists, To Do lists, remodeling lists, craft projects, yard plans, housework lists, health tips, writing ideas, decorating hints... lists, Lists. LISTS!" Well,jeez. 4. Friend Anne: "You know the way you always take a new recipe to any gathering. Something you’ve never fixed before? Remember at Christmas you brought that frozen desert and by the time to eat , it was a puddle... and that time you brought that casserole and everybody kept wanting to know what was in it and you were afraid to tell them it was cabbage. That was good too – you were scared for nothing. Umm, thank you Anne. 5. I do have weird friends and family. They are all strange. In the midst of an intense discussion LT starts laughing, then goes back to being wrong. And the Kitten will stop to rescue any animal – no matter where she’s going. Recently on the way to a funeral she got lost. In heavy stop and go traffic a big pup is galloping from car to car. She parks the van and gets him heaved inside, takes him to Burger King and buys him a hamburger and a [chile] dish of water.. Then starts bawling because she doesn’t know where she is and here a big dog her husband won’t let her keep... A lady asks if that is her dog. When she says no, the lady offers to take him, saying she has a fenced in yard and will try to find the owners... Then Kit borrowed her phone and called her friend. She missed the grandmother’s funeral but was directed to the house for the family meal. She said she didn’t know anyone but it was fun... 6. It is not weird to be fugal - it’s a gift. I am very gifted in this area. People give me stuff they don’t want; I change it and make it mine and they come around and wish they’d kept it. Humpf. Half of the stuff in our house I didn’t buy. [And I don’t mean LT’s electronics] Most of the things in this room were given to me. The iron bed - it is sooo pretty. And the pictures on the wall, the telephone table [still needs refinished], the carpet, the bookcase, the tree... Yes, I bought all those books and LT bought the computer stuff but the rest ALL FREE... ~sigh of pleasure~
7.Pastor Q uses emails I send him in his sermons. And sometimes when he passes me in the hall he shakes his head... he needs to get over that. He’s a Bishop and should have some dignity. I don’t have much hope in that regard though. Wednesday night we happened to be standing beside each other in the hall. He was talking to someone and I was involved with a small group. He started bumping my shoulder with his BIG shoulder. He wouldn’t stop so I threatened his well being. One of the staff members standing there jumped in with, "she means that in a spiritual sense, of course." Did not. I told him to stop or I’d knock the taters outta him. You have to be firm with big shots. He may be over the SouthEast but he works for me. He’s really incorrigible... One Sunday morning I was not feeling well, In the pre-service prayer circle he was beside me. I murmured that I really felt nauseous. We bowed our heads and he started to pray – I thought. He said, "I feel the Spirit of Sway coming upon me..." And started swaying back and forth, with my hand firmly grasped in his... Aagggggghhhhh! He just laughed and laughed as I turned green in my pink... dress.[Tweety!] As you can see, I’m not the one that’s weird. But it is weird how unusual the people surrounding me seem to be... I rest my case. |
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Here's hoping this blog gets posted. Well, I'm trying to hopeful but I been discriminated against mightly in the last few attempts to write -- even comments. Trying to tell me I am invalid! The nerve! I think that should qualify me for all sorts of awards, rewards and "rights"... The Home Improvements project seems to be creeping back to life. My laundry-to-be now has beadboard walls and ceiling. Tomorrow it is suppose to get it's little bottom covered with tile. That will be something like nice. The plumbers have bowed out twice in favor of rescuing broken water pipes in this up and down temperature-wise locality. One day it's short sleeve tee's and the next it's sweats. Keeps us focused on what is really important : the weather. I am not really distressed about the aborted plumbers appearance. The silly pride in me would like to impress them with SOMETHING done. I want them to come in and admire a new washer and dryer in place. So if they don't show up until sometime next week - that might just happen. However as they have to put in the water heater and the electricity is not connected in there... it will be a diminished accomplishment. I plan to call the electrician scroundrel at some point after the water heater is in place. If he refuses to honor his commitment then I have a back up plan. I will have to pay somebody else to do what I have already paid him to do... some plan, huh? I'm not worried. God will contend with him, poor thing. Funds are dwindling down but we will do what we can do. BYW, I don't even have those simple smiley faces, or font changed -- no goodies. Just words. I really don't expect this to go anywhere any way. It's too boring. And bland. |
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I am seriously considering canceling 2007. OH, I had high hopes back in June. Our home improvements would be completed by Christmas and we would have THE celebration at our house... if I had the old smilies I would insert the one rolling on the floor LOL... ~~sigh~~ All the workmen have disappeared into that deep abyss where workmen go when they don't want to be found. The Long Time came down with a gross, heavy cold the week before Christmas. He had vacation scheduled for the week between Christmas and New Years. He got sicker... and sicker.. and when he finally broke down and went to his Dr. it looked as though he would be hospitalized with pneumonia. Then there was talk of surgery on his sinus'. Please! I pleaded. The Dr. found he did not quite have pneumonia and so canceled his trip to Hawaii; the surgery was vetoed and he returned the new car. He did give him some meds though and that financed a trip to the mountains to ski... On week four, LT has opted to go into work. Tomorrow A.M. He is still heavily congested, retaining fluids... feels punk but says, bravely, I've gotta go back some time... He only has two days left of his sick leave for 2007 and he doesn't think in two more days he will be 100%. But he could be better... ~~sigh~~ Personally I have had some major issues. The other morning, cold, wet, dark... I did not say any ugly words. Not one. I got the hand vac and vacuumed the front of my clothes. I looked dingy. Determined, I grabbed a mug and proceeded to make a cup of hot steaming cocoa. I know I should drink green tea. It's ... so healthy. Then we got two rebate checks in the mail. LT said that it was useless for me to mail in the forms --they never honor them; he said. They sent the checks Then we got an American Expres Gift card. He said, Merry Christmas -- get a CD player.... They are gone. The checks. The card. I put them all in one envelope in a wall letter holder that used to belong to my mother. They lived there for, well, weeks. I made plans with the Kitten to go shopping after Christmas. The boys are back in school... peace. It is not here. Poo. 2007 go away! |
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