Showing posts with label Friends that seem to like us. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Friends that seem to like us. Show all posts

Tuesday, May 19, 2015

May . . . it be a month of concerts.

It's a month of concerts.  It was that way on purpose and by happy luck.  


We'll start with Hellyeah.  Yes, I went to a band called Hellyeah.  Hubs won tickets from the local music shop he goes to.  He got 4 tickets, so we took my brother Dumpy and my friend Toni.  

This photo from Hellyeah's Facebook page. 
The concert was at the House of Blues in Cleveland.  Such a wonderful venue!  Hubs went to a different concert there in January.  He went to that one on his own.  He has another at the end of the month to go to on his own.  Sometimes I decline going not because I'm a poop about Hubs' music, but because he gets so concerned about me that he doesn't get to see the concert.  I'm pretty short, he knows I can't see.  He watches the crowd to make sure that I'm safe.  (I always am, by the way.  I stand directly in front of him.  He can easily see over my head.)  

Rob Prior was an artist painting while the band did their gig.  The gig was being taped by Yahoo, so we went upstairs to the balcony to watch.  M wasn't really thrilled about being in a pit of people being taped.  (I don't see that it is up yet.)  He also swore that I'd be squashed like a bug.  

The concert was great.  Truly.  While it isn't music that I'd be apt to plunk into my CD player in the car, the sound was great and the guys were really into it.  All of us had a wonderful time!


On Sunday night, I went to see the Pixies with my friends, Toni and Dave.  (Toni is becoming a regular ticket buddy since she went to Hellyeah, too!)  Hubs isn't so much a Pixies fan, so he had me attend this one with friends. 


Worth every cent.  My gosh.  They truly had a fantastic performance.  30 songs.  2 hours.  No gaps.  No talking.  

This one had the most unusual audience I've ever encountered.  Almost everyone sat there.  Almost everyone looked as if they were watching a movie.  In fact, when the concert started, Dave and I stood up.  (That's what you typically do at a rock concert.  You stand, show your support for the band, dance, sway and enjoy yourself.)  We were asked to sit down.  :(  We did and that was fine.  We did stand for the encore.  Even Toni stood with us.  The encore was 2 songs long.  More people were standing there.  But still.  Even the pit was just standing there.  I was stunned at the lethargy the audience displayed.  

So, Hubs has a concert coming up next week.  He'll see Sepultura.  We'll be seeing J Roddy Walston and the Business in June.  (It's a concert that I chose and it is at a small venue.)  

It's a time for concerts.  Not one we planned.  We haven't attended concerts for a long time, but we were busy being all parental.  Now that K is older, we can now go have some fun together or with friends.  That's not a bad thing at all.  

Friday, August 15, 2014

The tall and short of it.


My cousin and I have always been close.  Obviously, Jenny is a hair taller than me.  That's why in high school we shared a locker.  I had a locker next to her boyfriend and so we shared.  She could use the top shelf and I could use the bottom.  I could never use the top anyhow because I couldn't dig anything out of it if it got in there.

We took the girls to the Cleveland Zoo today.  I won't bore you with zoo photos.  There were a few interesting things:
1.  You could feed a giraffe a lettuce leaf for $2 each leaf.  I told my friend that I need to rethink my employment.  I said that I could probably make my salary in a few days at the zoo.
2.  A lady decided to jump one of the common green space fences to lay a blanket out and to change her child in the middle of EVERYONE.  She was about 20' from a bathroom with a changing table.  I know because I just used the loo with my cousin's daughter.
3.  There were some interesting clothing choices.
4.  It was 70 during what is normally the dog days of August and yes, I wore the coat all day.  I still have it on.
5.  I talked Jenny into working the zoo backwards and I think that was a good thing.
6.  We had a delightful picnic at the table right in front of our car.
7.  They need bigger bathrooms.
8.  The critters seemed happy.  There was even a bunny snacking on grass in the flamingo enclosure.
9.  Happily, we skipped construction traffic.  We weren't certain of our success until we got almost all of the way home.
10.  We didn't enter one gift shop.
11.  We didn't purchase one food product, though I did see a woman who had her child lose control of his hot dog while shedding his bun.  She paid $4.50 for it and went back and asked for a replacement.  I was stunned that they gave her one.
12.  We didn't run into rude people.
13.  Our kiddos were good.  :)

We had a great day!

Sunday, July 28, 2013

A post of miscellaneous photoness.

Friday we had a big day.  We started out with a sewing lesson, then went on to pick R up for an overnight.  R is K's friend who has a birthday tomorrow.  Since they have sold their house, are building another and are in-between and living temporarily at her grandparent's house, a girl party wasn't to be this year.  We decided to do a reverse party for her.  We had her come on over and enjoy having a birthday girl celebration with us.

We went to the park near the hangar and played on the play equipment, then we had lunch together.

We watched the blimp come in for a landing (look at the guys pulling the ropes) and very soon . . .
 . . . it took off again!
And away she goes! 
Pardon the poor photo, but the hummingbird moths are back.  Hummingbirds were nectaring at the butterfly bush today, too.
A red spotted purple.  Not a typical find for us.  We've also had summer azure as a regular visitor, a monarch fly-by and a red admiral.  The average cabbage whites have been around.

Today K caught a tailless yellow swallowtail.
The cupflower is blooming.
So is the aster.
This was earlier in the week.
This is today.  Hello dinner!
The girls at the park.  R would be the upside down child.
The girls made brownies, by R's request.  They were a bit lavish with the sprinkles, but they were delicious!

Our weekend was good!  We hope yours was, too!

Friday, July 12, 2013

K's first guided sewing project.


K and Miss L have been working on this stuffed dog for two sewing sessions.  K chose the fabric and the pattern.  She learned how to read a pattern, cut the material, mark and sew stuff and finish.  Miss L was bummed when she found out that they sewed the ears the backwards way, but K said that she was quite delighted with it.  

What's up next?  Her required zippered supply pouch for school.  We have to figure out what size of pouch we need and goodness knows we have fabric, so all we have to buy is her zipper.  Since Miss L has an embroidery machine, we may very well be able to give her a wink, wink and even get K's name put on there so the pouch doesn't get snitched.  

K loves sewing and how lucky I am to have a friend willing to teach her!

Friday, November 30, 2012

Will work for books.

Today, my book fair co-chair and I went to the Scholastic Warehouse sale.  We needed to purchase books for our school library.  In years past, we were able to purchase paperback books and all was well.  Central processing has now said that they will no longer bar code the paperbacks and all further purchases need to be hardback.

Drat it all.

Kay and I went knowing what we had brought in for the Birthday Book Club.  We also knew that we had a fairly successful book fair this fall and are sitting with quite a sum to be used for book purchases. We had books to purchase for all 6 grades, and to keep with hardback, we knew it would be difficult.  The warehouse sale was 25-80% off and most were 50% off.  While she picked some ahead without me, we went to town today.

I have no idea of how long we were there, but we were able to score.

We purchased 65 hardback books for the bargain price of $315.  For those of you not wanting to pull your calculator out, it was an average of $4.85 per book.  Given that, we decided that 4th and 5th grade would each have a donated book in their name, where grades K-3rd would be buddied up a few kids on some books.  In the end, it doesn't matter, as long as we purchase for the library what needs to be gotten.  The folks, if they have a problem with it, will notice the retail price on the back is NOT the $5.00 that people donate.  We had a coupon of $25. off each $100. spent, so we did 4 separate transactions to get the best price.  We saved $100 that way!  When we dropped the new books off to the librarian, she was thrilled to death.  Those two boxes of books were like Christmas to her!

Kay and I were given a book a piece as a thank you for our recent book fair.  Apparently, they were impressed by how well we did.  They made sure to let us know that the books that we were given were for us for our use at our homes.  I thought that was kind.  Kay worked on set up yesterday and since Scholastic pays $10 in book trade per hour of labor, she is sitting with a tidy $40 in credit to use towards Christmas.  I will be helping tomorrow as well.  I have a few science project books set aside for K to go with her Christmas gift.  To my understanding, they honor the 1/2 price with that, so for two hours worth of work, I may owe them just a few dollars.  Hoorah!

I love books.  K loves books.  To be paid in books?  That is just grand!

Have a great day!


Tuesday, October 16, 2012

Have I ever mentioned the love we have for our neighbors?

Our paralyzed vehicle to the Internet is currently sitting on the neighbors kitchen table as he attempting to rescucitate it for us.

She is in some serious rough shape. I think that she may need bypass surgery. Right now, she is in ICU and we hope the best for her.

Friday, July 20, 2012

You know, we've gotten a lot of heat over the years.

Hubs and I have gotten some heat over the years since we decided to stay with the 1 1/2 child count.  (Bailey, bless her, was a half baked baby.)  There are folks who just don't go there because they know the details of what happened with Bailey.  There are folks who frankly, just don't consider that. 

K- came to us as an incredible blessing.  My friend, Holly (the reason for K-'s existence in our family) sent me a link to a blog today.  She said that she knew that we were a more than one child family, but thought the posting to be appropriate. 

How right she was.

Days before Aunt Donna's death, she told me that, "You could have had more kids, you know."  :tip of the head:  "I talked with someone about it and they said that you could have had more, you just chose not to have more."  :deep breath to contain anger at someone who didn't know me or the circumstances:  "Well, we chose to stick with what the doctors and specialists in charge of my care told us to do.  When asking the OB in charge of my care at that point what we would do if, God forbid, I would become pregnant again, she said, 'We'd do the best we could and pray.'"  Really, there was someone out there telling my aunt that I could have more kids?  I understand that my aunt wanted us to adopt more, but it didn't happen.  We kept our foster parenting/adoptive license open for 4 years.  At the 4 year point, we opted not to renew.  That was a choice that took many months and piles of tears to make.  It was a choice that we made for us-- for our family.  We considered ourselves so blessed.  We still do. 

So there you have it.  In regard to the number of children you have, you need to pray about it and do what is best for you. 

To that I say, Amen.

Smiles in my day:
-  Being involved in VBS.  Though we are at a new church and have decided to go forward for membership, I felt my summer lacking without the hustle and bustle of being deeply entrenched in VBS.  I helped to decorate today and have been put in charge of the missions project.  My sister will be bringing her kids a few days this week and staying since she lives a ways out, and I am excited for her to check out a new church that may be a good fit for her and her family.  We'll be working together as a team (as we normally do) and gathering/counting missions donations together.  :)
-  Rachael went to the doctor today and found out that her ankle required quite a bit of hardware.  She'll be unstapled and casted next week.  By my understanding, her healing seems to be on target, though her leg is a bit unsightly at this moment.  (By what she says.)  That goodness for good insurance and for folks talented enough to fix that stuff. 

Have a great weekend!

Friday, July 6, 2012

Prayers for Heather and baby, please.- The update!

Heather texted me today stating that she felt kind of funky with a sore throat and I believe a runny nose.  Later, she texted and said that she was going to the ER because her heart was racing.

To someone who suffered fetal loss as a result of preeclampsia/eclampsia, this is not something that rings well to me.

She went to some facility up north where they did blood work and an EKG.  Apparently, her EKG didn't appear right.  They have sent her off to the Cleveland Clinic (where her husband works) for a 24 hour observation period. 

She is concerned.  I've only gotten info by text, so I can only give you what I have right now.  Please pray for Heather and (as of this moment he is named) baby Gabe.  Gabe is due October 11.

The update is that after having gone to an ER, having a funky EKG, arriving at the other hospital by ambulance, having weird numbers that made them question blood clots, a scan for clots, several EKG's, a quick run to make sure that Gabe is swimming beautifully, Heather is now HOME as it was dehydration (gee, um, 99 F have anything to do with it?) and low potassium.  She left me a message and said that she needed to sleep.  So glad that it wasn't the ugly road we walked down. 

Phew.  Oh, and AMEN!  :)

Sunday, December 4, 2011

I'm so tired.

 I had the Ladies Christmas Tea today.  I would show you photos, but I forgot to take them.  I do know plenty of others did, so that'll probably make up for it.  I just got too wrapped up in hosting the shin dig to take photos of the shin dig.  Final word is that everyone liked it better at our house vs. the church and they would like an invite for next year. 

We finished painting in the kitchen.  We have a border, chair rail and photos to hang, but I'm not to highly pressed to do that right at this very second.  We'll do the back splash in the new year.  I also want to paint the table legs and bits of the chairs that are green and need to be chocolate cherry.  Rome wasn't built in a day or year and a half, you know.

Hubs and K- kicked in major on helping with the tea party prep.  They even freed the refrigerator from the confines of years of memories.  We have a freezer door of magnets, K-'s Honor Roll and report card bits are on the side of the fridge, but it is otherwise empty. 

Amazing.

I scrubbed and cleaned parts of the bathroom that needed some extra tending.  I wiped upper parts of walls and gave a good spring cleaning on an otherwise wintry date.

Speaking of, I have some windows open and it is December 4.  It's 8:54 PM.  It says that it is 48 F out, but seriously our home is nice and toasty.  Fresh air, fresh air!

I have to comment that in the midst of writing this, I got distracted, then watched some TV and fell asleep sitting up on the bed at 7:45 PM.  I had been up until about 1:30 AM doing things, probably until about 2 AM because I just didn't fall right to sleep and was back up at 6:15 AM with K- snuggling in on the end of the couch, wanting to turn the TV on.  (Not 'til 7 AM, thankyouverymuch.) 

I end this post by being thankful to Hubs and K- for digging in and working all together as a family on hauling, painting, organizing, doing and preparing our home for a month of festivities.  My sister was the people hauler, bringing Aunt Donna in tow.  It was a particularly important day for Aunt Donna, as today was the one year anniversary of my Grandmother's death.  She really needed not to be hanging at home on her own.  The ladies all brought desserts to share, loved the chicken corn chowder, rolls and salad bar that I provided.  LeAnne got in there and was a food flinger with me. 

All went well.  Now if you'll pardon me, I need to have a date with my pillow.

Smiles in my weekend:
-  The kitchen.  I'm not embarrassed of it anymore!  The ladies loved the colors, too. 
-  I think that I've decided that our bathroom will be a nice sea aqua slightly greenish color.  Now, to find the right chip.
-  When Hubs ran clear away from today's tea party, he went to a music resale store and found me another copy of Ben Folds and WASO Live in Perth.  I loaned my copy to a friend's husband.  They are separated now, she knows nothing about the DVD, he never returned it and I loved it.  I will never loan him anything ever again.

Have a great day!

Wednesday, November 2, 2011

Conversations with Joe.

Joe is a co-worker.  He is the co-worker that is going to bail me out of ceiling and other way high decorating this next week.  I've worked with Joe for years and always enjoy his company.  I can talk to Joe about anything and he usually bellows out his signature laugh that can easily be heard from the next gallery.  A few gems from the last few weeks that have made me laugh:

While trying to center the top of the pink tree I was decorating, I yelled, "Hey, Joe!  I need your help.  I need you to tell me whether this is straight."

"Me?  Straight?"

Well, of course, I laughed and told him that I don't even think about these things I say until after I say them.  Joe is anything but straight. 

When speaking about a friend saying that an individual that we both know, "Has a partner," I told Joe that I was stunned that they thought that.  7 years in art school and almost 14 years of being a gallery rep just didn't add up in my mind that could be possible.  I talked more and more about it and all Joe could say was, "My people don't do motocross."  Alright then. 

He makes dinner and takes cell phone photos of his food.

He laughs when we're listening to folks read things out loud to each other and I very quietly whisper in his ear, "Hooked on Phonics worked for me!"

He was trying to show me exercises today (that I can't do because of the foot) and didn't even mind my climbing on his back to see if he could hold me.  Never mind that we were on camera while we did this.  Don't worry, no one was in the store besides Julia, who I'm sure thought we lost our noodles. 

I'm laughing because at least when we're pulling the long freakin' hours next week with Christmas display, he'll be there to laugh with and make fun of me.  Believe it or not, I'm almost kind of excited to get the displays done with Joe.  I promise that it won't be boring.  It just can't be when he's wearing his lime green frames.

Tuesday, September 6, 2011

Tales from the Trenches: Just remember how well I told you that I HAD been doing.

It was 2 AM Monday morning when I woke up hot, sweaty, uncomfortable and in an absolute panic attack.  My ankle felt like someone was continually rubbing an emery board against it and my leg felt as if it was wrapped in a wet blood pressure cuff that was continually tightening.  I envisioned a sore that was developing beneath the cast.  No care or air could get to it.  Most certainly, it would get gangrenous.  My leg wasn't swelling, but it felt as if the cast was shrinking.  I had fallen asleep watching the 9/11 88th Floor program, remembered hearing people screaming in my dreams and I woke up absolutely losing it. 

I had to wake my husband up to come talk to me. 

A pair of scissors weren't far from me.  I had seriously considered trying to cut my cast off. 

The more I tried to NOT think about my discomfort, the more I thought about it.  The more I thought about it, the more it drove me absolutely mad.  To say that all my marbles were nearly gone from my mental state is definitely not a lie.  I had made the decision that the cast had to come off.  Hubs said that they wouldn't take it off, but would probably give me drugs instead.

I got myself sufficiently worked up to think that I was going to have to go doctor shopping to get the purple rhinestoned cast cut off of my leg.  My friend Kay offered her assistance.  "We have tools!"  The dremel tool in my studio was looking mighty fine.  Rest assured, I was getting the cast cut off today no matter what. 

I hobbled down to K-'s bus stop with her.  As we waited for the bus to arrive, I phoned the doctor's office.  Dr. W- was on a few days of vacation, but she asked me, "How about Dr. R-?"  I told her that he would be great.  He cared for Hubs when he had rotavirus and seemed like a truly understanding and caring soul. 

Dr. R- walked in.  "What can I do for you today?"  I explained my rubbing discomfort, then I launched into my bigger complaint.  "Dr., I suffer from pretty severe claustrophobia.  Never did I ever think that would effect my having a cast on, but it has.  I have had panic attacks and have been brought to tears.  Is there anyway that you can take this cast off?  Is there any other option for me other than the cast?" 

"Did you break your ankle?" 

"No."

"What did you break and do I have films?"  (No, he wasn't being lazy.  He had truly just walked in the room and I had never come to see him before.  Obviously, he checked out the records after he figured out that I was a part of the practice and had received care there/at the attached hospital.)

I told him that the films were done just down the hall and that I broke my 5th metatarsal near the base.

"Oh!  We can put you in a cam boot for a 5th metatarsal break.  I'll take the cast off."  Then he shared a story with us about his daughter.  It seems as though she suffered from the rubbing problems that I was suffering from.  He said that he changed her cast every 2-3 days because of her discomfort. 

We changed rooms and he set to task.  He cut and cut and cut.  Then he asked, "Who put this cast on?" 

"Dr. W-."

"Sean?" 

"Yes.  He really did do a very good job.  It isn't his fault.  I had no idea that I wouldn't be able to stand having a cast on."

He went on to say about how very thorough Dr. W- was, as he had bound my foot with layers and layers of casting material to be certain that it was kept immobilized and would heal well. 

Changing to the cam boot has taken me from a 4 week recovery to a probable 6 week recovery, but I told him that my mental well-being was quite fine with that. 

When we went to leave, Dr. R- said, "You know, I've never broken anything, but I don't think that I could do a cast, either." 

I told him to make sure that he doesn't break anything, then he doesn't have to find out. 

Rachael got many e-mails from me.  Bless her dear soul.  At one point, I told her that I thought that they were going to put me in a beautiful white coat that allowed me to give myself a psychiatric hug.  She worked hard at not only listening to me losing it, but also praying that I didn't lose the rest of my rapidly fraying mental status.  A friend offered the vodka in her freezer or the fine chocolate flavored wine that she had.  It's been probably 9 years since I've had anything with any alcohol in it (family history of alcohol/substance abuse), but I did seriously consider her offer just as a calming effect.  Hubs offered melatonin and had me sleep in bed with him, even though sleep wasn't something that he knew that I would actually be able to do.  Kay offered to help me cut the cast off.  Mom kept calling in a very serious tone to see if I had taken the dremel out yet. 

My claustrophobia is no light matter.  Hubs made me promise, as I was soaking in a hot tub while giving BOTH legs a shave, that I would never ever be put in any type of cast that I couldn't exit from on my own ever again. 

Poor man.  Poor child.  They were both very supportive as I cried and panicked and apologized for my irrational behavior. 

"Honey, you need to distract yourself.  Don't you have PTA things that you could do?"  I ended up working on PTA things for 2 hours in the AM and 4 hours in the PM.  At least my attempt at distraction did accomplish things. 

:deep breath:

Claustrophobia is a bad thing.  A very bad thing.  Who knew that a cast would cause me to flip a lid?  My lid is now turned back upright and properly screwed back on. 

Praise God!

Smiles in my day:
-  I'm free!

Thursday, June 2, 2011

Incessant vulturing.

The neighbor girl, E-, is in class with a few boys who her mom okay'd to have them come over to play occasionally.  Remember that word occasionally?  The boys are here all the time.

On Memorial Day and before 10 AM, D- and A- show up to play.  Michelle and I were out gardening while the girls played in the 20' x 15' plot of their yard that sits between their garage and our driveway.  They boys really wanted the girls to go three blocks up the road to play at the baseball fields.

All of these children are 7 and are in the first grade. 

We live in the city. 

D- and A- live all the way around on the other block, a street that sits behind my house.  Michelle thinks that the mom says, "Oh, go have fun!" and just sends them off to play where ever they can. 

While D- and A- were at Michelle's house on Memorial Day and in the early morning, confirming that no day is sacred at all and without regard to the fact that they could have plans or be having a special occasion at their home, the mom drove past and waved. 

Michelle and Mike are rather burnt.  Michelle would never say anything because she isn't that way, but Mike however . . .

The other day, Mike and Michelle were giving a slick coat to their hardwood door entry pad and I had the girls over here playing.  The girls ran over to get something and D- came around the corner.  "We're going to have to send you back today, Buddy.  The girls are playing at my house because Mike and Michelle are busy."  (Mike had come out at this point and was just standing there, watching.)  "Well, I can come over to your house to play."  "I'm sorry, Buddy.  I can't have you come to play.  I really don't know your mom, we've never talked about it and she wouldn't know where you are at.  We have to send you home today."  "Well, can they go to the baseball fields?"  "No, they are hanging at my house today.  We'll see you later." 

If I allowed D- to come and play at our house, the mom would treat it as the public park.  There would be complete disregard to the fact that we have a fence that we keep latched.  We're the ones in the neighborhood with the big, fat swing set.  Since we sit on a hill that overlooks their street, she would probably just drive half way up their road to look at the boys on a very rare occasion, then go back down.  (Remember that their road section is only a city block.)  The boys seem nice enough, but rather parasitic. 

I have to be the meanie.  I told K- that under no circumstances ever will D- and A- be allowed to come over to play.  Their moms don't care where they go, what they do and I can't be held liable for children coming over to my house all the time to play regardless of whether we are here or not. 

We like our time outside.  K- and E- are 6 months apart and they have basically grown up together.  E- can come over any time she wants.  In fact, on nice summer days, the girls run between the houses, letting us know where they are and what they are doing.  E's respectful and we don't hesitate to say if we are or aren't available (from either house). 

The mom never calls to ask if it is okay.

If something ever happens to the boys, we have no idea who to contact.  We'd have to go hunt them down, and obviously, she runs errands when she sends him off to Mike and Michelle's place. 

If you tell D- no, he continues to come back, again and again. 

I absolutely refuse to be the neighborhood babysitter.

What's your take?  Don't worry, you can be harsh.  I won't be offended.

Smiles in my day:
-  Laundry on the line.
-  Being able to walk K- to school each morning.
-  Leftover Chinese food for lunch.
-  A child that loves to go to school.

Have a great day!


A side note:
I attended the calling hours for my friend Karen this evening.  There were almost no parking places to be found.  I ended up at a car repair joint across the street.  I put a note on my dash, on the back of a church bulletin, pleading for someone not to tow me for lack of parking at the funeral home.  The line I stood in was an hour long.  We ladies cried and hugged.  Karen's husband sobbed.  Karen's daughter sobbed.  Karen is whole, but we are not.  We love that she is in heaven, but we mourn the wonderful friend that we had.

Thursday, April 21, 2011

What would you have done?

Last night, I didn't sleep that well.  They were calling for the potential of overnight tornadoes and frankly, those are the kind that frighten me the most.  I stayed up, watched the radar, knew when the storms were to start and slept a few hours before that.  I woke up at 2:45 AM (body alarm) and soon enough, a tornado warning crawl came across the screen.  It wasn't for my county, but it was for a county south of me that my friend lives in. 

My friend has M.S.  She suffers from neuropathy in her feet and for her to get up and get moving takes about an hour just to get all the right parts going in all the right places.  She can't just jump out of bed and run. 

So I called her at 3:15 AM. 

"Cj, I'm so sorry to call you in the middle of the night, but there is a tornado warning for [your] county." 

I tossed back and forth in my mind for a minute of what to do.  Here's the discussion that I had with myself:
-  Cj has MS.
-  She can't move that well.
-  She's in the middle of the country, on a hill away from close contact with neighbors and there is no tornado siren where she is at.
-  I didn't know if her partner was there to help her.  (Turns out he was.) 
-  She has three dogs to gather up and haul down with her.  She wouldn't leave them upstairs. 
-  I wasn't certain where the location was that the circulation was, but to boot up my computer and give it a run on Map Quest was me losing precious time for her to be contacted.
-  The storm was moving 55 MPH, which is kind of hauling at a pretty decent pace.

On my way to work, I called Cj to see how everything was.  She was at the dentist, but I did talk to her partner.  I asked him not to hate me.  He said that they didn't at all and that his friend ended up calling about an hour after I did for the very same reason. 

"At least you know that there are people who care about you!" 

He said that there was a tornado that touched down south of them and when I Map Quested the circulation location, I found that it was 4-5 miles away from their house.  Moving at 55 MPH, they wouldn't have had much time to act.  Cj's basement steps are kind of condensed and short.  It is difficult for her to navigate them anyhow, but squishy spaced steps are not run-down-them kind of steps. 

Cj e-mailed later (calling me darling) and said that she was absolutely not mad at me for phoning.  She had ear plugs in that muffled everything.  She would have never heard a tornado coming. 

I don't regret having called her.  I told her that had she gone by way of Mary Poppins and I knew that a potential tornado was coming towards them and didn't call and warn them, I wouldn't have been able to forgive myself. 

What would you have done?

Smiles in my day:
-  It looks like our collard greens are coming up.  Spike (our iguana) will be so excited to have garden veggies again.  (You think I'm crazy?  He begs for tomatoes when they are on.) 
-  I functioned surprisingly well, considering the lack of sleep that I had.  Perhaps I need less sleep than I'm getting.
-  K- and I have a date to stuff hundreds of plastic eggs tomorrow for our annual family Easter egg hunt.  We'll stuff to see if I need more.  I can't recall how many I have, but I believe it's something around 400 or so.

Have a great day!

Thursday, March 17, 2011

We have this wonderful neighbor.

You've all read about Mike.  Mike is the neighbor next door.  He's a single guy in his mid 40's. We've lived next to each other for about 11 1/2 years and we've been friends from the start.

Mike was married once.  Apparently the girl was psycho and damaged him with anything marriage related probably forever.

Mike tried to help out someone he met online and that went sour, too.  She ended up cleaning out as much of his house that she could in the suitcases that he had.  Lovely.

Most recently, he took in his elderly aunt.  She took full advantage of him and was very thoughtless.  She was not mindful of her bathrooming habits and was most definitely eating him out of house and home.  Sadly, she fell and broke her hip and has required more intensive care.  She wore him out.  She is officially moved out, which has made his life so much happier, though.

Mike is the kind of guy that will do anything for anyone.  We do our best to reciprocate.  I've helped Mike align tail pipes, pick out the seat for the motorcycle and when we were having the roofs done (we were hailed and we chose the same company), he told the company to come and ask me what color of trim that they should use on his house.  The roofer was puzzled when he came to me and I explained.  I've watched his birds and pit bull while he's been out on vacation.  I even took him to the dentist to have a tooth pulled.  They knocked him out, I got him to and from, but had to stop to pick a prescription up for him.  I remember asking him for his insurance card and he handed me the whole wallet.  I got him home and propped up in a lawn chair in his living room and ran back and forth checking on him.  It was an adventure.

He purchased beautiful leaded doors for his house.  The company sent two with gold caming and one with silver.  He paid an arm and a leg for these doors and he just wasn't up to tackling the mismatch door situation. 

I called Home Depot and acted like his wife.  I got them switched out for him.

Today, Mike was out setting up some surveillance cameras.  Sadly, he has experienced 3 bouts with vandalism since being in his home and the keying of his car this past weekend has done him in.  He was asking my opinion of where he was going to and onto what he was going to mount the cameras.

"Do you think that it is okay for me to mount the camera to the siding?"

"Just on the siding?  Is it backed with anything?"

"No, but it'll be fine, right?"

"No."

"But if I put it here, I'll be okay, right?"

"Mike, you are just like my husband!  He'll ask me something, I'll tell him no and he'll ask me the same thing again.  No!" 

All he could do was to laugh. 

We ended up troubleshooting and I came up with a solution for him to which he exclaimed, "You are so smart!"

Bless his heart. 

So tomorrow, for the neighbor who needs my opinion on a thing or two, but who is also the guy who updates our electronics with his hand-me-downs on a regular basis, provides us with computer tech support, watches our ornery animals when we are out of town, meets me at the nearest manhole to pass my house keys on to me when I lock myself out (he's a phone guy), lets our kid draw all over his driveway with chalk, power washes our sidewalk, blows the snow from our sidewalk and driveway apron and feeds our front lawn, I'll be sharing some corned beef with him.  "Like for a Reuben sandwich?"  "Mike, I'll give you a hunk.  I don't care what you do with it.  Yes, you can make a sandwich out of it if you'd like, but from me you'll get corned beef, cabbage and potatoes." 

And again, all he could do was laugh.  We're so lucky to have such a nice guy living next door.

Wednesday, October 6, 2010

I've survived demo day.

I kind of suffer from performance anxiety.  I know that when it comes down to it, I'm fine and can completely pull it out. 

Today was demo day at work.  More specifically, I agreed to do a leaded glass demo from 11 AM-5 PM.  I packed up my studio and hauled much of the room to work.  I started hauling things in and discovered the space that I was going to be demo-ing in was dismantled due to a change of show tomorrow. 

The Gallery Director had no idea and was sweating it out where I was going to go.  I ended up in the building that I generally work in.  I was tucked in the back and out of the main sales floor traffic-- good when dealing with glass, but bad to demo if people can't find you.   I suggested that they put signs up and that is exactly what they did.

The space I was in really was a very good fit.  I was able to box myself in.  I had a nice, big counter to put my grinder on.  There was a 4' table for me to use as a work surface.  I had my glass foiler on the end of the counter, which was great for customers to try out. 

It really seemed like the folks who came to watch enjoyed themselves.  They had a lot of good questions and hung out for a while.  I taught people how different tools are used.  I helped a husband talk his wife into purchasing a foiler.  I explained leaded glass basics to folks.  I had a woman drive from a half hour away to have me show her different tools that I have.  Her husband passed away 2 1/2 years ago and he had a fully functional stained glass studio in their basement.  She would like to get it back up and running.  I gave her a brief overview, but suggested a place for her to take classes.  She really seemed interested in pulling her husbands old tools out and getting them rolling once again.

I was paid to bring my studio to work, create work to eventually turn around to sell at work.  Such a fabulous deal!

Julia and I topped off our day by going to the local Russian festival.  I had a lovely meal.  We got to sit and talk about a bunch of stuff but NOT work.  (We were just there!)  We went to the dessert table.  The angels sang.  The glowing light shown bright.  It was like heaven dropped down right there.  We checked out the matroyska dolls.  We hung out in the outdoor tent and watched dancing. 

We had a great time!

Smiles in my day:
-  THE PERGO IS ALL DOWN!  (Yes, I know you want pictures!)  It's gorgeous!  Hubs has worked very hard to re-furb the existing woodwork.  Woodwork is so costly.  I'm glad that Hubs is willing to put the time into making it pretty.  Hubs has the saw horses up in the basement with our hall closet door as a surface (it's covered) so that we have space to paint.  This way, I have an area to paint the cabinet doors, drawers, table legs and chair backs/legs.  Soon enough, we'll be done.  Our goal is to have everything complete by Thanksgiving.  It's doable. 
-  When I arrived home, I checked in on K- to tell her goodnight.  She was tucked in and on her way to dreamland when I bent down to give her a kiss.  I heard, "Mommy, I have the most exciting news to tell you."  "What's that baby?"  "I'm on blue!"  More specifically, K- was moved up to the next reading level and that was the biggest deal to her.  It was a big deal to me.  According to 100 book challenge information that was sent home, she isn't expected to be at the blue level until March.  No wonder why she's so excited!  She knows that she has worked very hard!

Have a great day!

Wednesday, September 22, 2010

Rain.

Mr. Jim, the crossing guard, asked, "So, do you think you'll make it before it rains?"

"Sure!  We're great!"

My husband calls when I'm about 4 1/2 blocks from home, "Rain is coming, do you need me to pick you up?"  (He was on his way to work and I didn't want him to be late.)

"Nah!  We're great!  A little rain won't hurt us.  We won't melt!"

As soon as I hung up, it started to sprinkle.  Michelle and I decided that sprinkles are completely doable. 

The sprinkles got bigger.

More of them started coming down.

They caused us to seek shelter under a tree, but then the tree wasn't sufficient enough. 

A dad sprints past.  He's on the police force, walked his kids to school today since it is Nat'l Dads Walk Your Kid To School Day or something like that.  "Come on!" he yells as he flies by so fast that it makes my hair blow in his cartoon-like wind.

We could see that it wasn't slowing.  We decided to go as Biggest Loser had done last night.  "We can do this, right?"

"I run like a girl."  "That's okay!  I do, too!"

Well, I made it three blocks at full speed.  Michelle could have probably gone a little further. 

I walked the remaining 1/2 block and by the time I reached my door, the rain had slowed.  I got in, took off my shoes and it had stopped.

Yup.  Figures.  Should have stayed under the tree.

Smiles in my day:
-  There was no lightning.

Have a good day!  :)

Monday, March 22, 2010

The internet version of a forced Lenten sacrifice.

It seems as though Mike has had it. Well, with his cable/phone/internet package purchase that is. He told me that he'll be phoning Sunday evening to let the blessed company that is holding his services that he will be dumping 2/3 of his package.

Hi. We're a part of that 2/3.

He's going back to Direct TV. He'll be ditching his land line. He told us Friday night that he only calls us on it anyhow. By parceling out the services with other folks, he'll pay a lot less. It seems as though the company should be charging him $101.00 per month, but his bills have been $275.00 and $211.00. He's not impressed by their customer service. When he called about the first month bill (the $275.00 only AFTER he paid it), they said that they would give him a credit and an additional month for free.

That hasn't happened.

Where does that leave us? Well, we'll be internet free for probably 4-5 days. Really, it isn't a bad thing, since I need to get into the studio and get cracking on some work. I'm in the staff show at work in a month and I admit that I have one piece complete.

That isn't quite going to do it.

So, we'll be back online soon enough. He can't believe that the new system that he tried was so incredibly bad. Sometimes it just doesn't pay to be the first in line for something brand new and shiny, does it. You've got to give them time to work the kinks out, right? At least, that is how we operate.

So, I don't know when I'll be in or out, but I hope that you have a fantastic week!

Love,

Amy
Internet impaired blogger

Smiles in my weekend:
- K- very excitedly read her poetry notebook to me, Hubs and to my Aunt and 92 year old grandmother. She gained three credits on her 100 book challenge for that!
- Mike, who I'm convinced still feels bad that we bought 150.00 worth of internet antennas that we didn't need and can't return, brought us a wireless keyboard and wireless mouse tonight. They were from his Apple gone rotten from a love that decided to pour cooking oil into his computer. Guess what? The mouse and keyboard survived just fine. We were working with the original keyboard to the Gateway that we bought in 1998. The mouse that we were using was a reject from him anyhow! How nice to have some new tools. I told him that he just updated us to this decade. ;)
- I figured out how to use Picasa to edit my blog header and to actually include the blog name! :)
- I wrote a bunch of posts for this week, so if my smiles seem thing, it is because I'm not certain that we will have internet access or not. Mike hasn't called this evening, but I'm certain that it will be out for a while. Just know that I'm still smiling!
- That my friend Kim, despite having dumped her bike and bashed her arm badly, did NOT break her arm. She did, however, rip a big hole into her elbow and I could see her bone. Oh, that was too gross. (Yes, it sounds gross, but seeing it was worse.) Thankfully, she has "bones of an 18 year old" so she'll come through just fine.

Friday, February 26, 2010

Flushing snow and a spoon under the pillow

K- is not an inside-out jammie wearing kind of girl, but she did want to flush an ice cube and to place a spoon under her pillow to help the snowstorm cancel school. I had no ice cubes, so I filled a cup with fresh snow and allowed her to dump the snow in the toilet instead.

Apparently, it worked. We have a snow day and K- has A- over as a playmate. I may get the studio pounded out today after all! Hooray! :)

Friday, January 8, 2010

The power of pajamas and other interesting things I've learned

I skittered over ice and snow to the kindergarten sidewalk waiting area and hung out for K-. When she got out of school, she reported that Mrs. H- told all the children to wear their jammies inside out so that they would get a snow day the next day. K- seemed jazzed about inside out jammie wearing. She asked if it was okay and I told her it was perfectly fine.

Then it came time to put them on. I thought K- was all about them until she saw them on her bed.

"NO! Mom!"

"Did I misunderstand?!"

"I'll wear them tomorrow night that way."

"Well baby, you don't have school on Saturday."

"I know! I don't want to miss school!"

You've got to appreciate a child who dearly LOVES school. Remember when she had been diagnosed with pneumonia, she told me to "step on it" so that she could get back to school? She didn't want to miss science! No, she wasn't contagious and yes, she did return lickety-split.

We turned the jammies right side out and even set the clothes out for tomorrow to try to undo the classmate jammies that might be turned the other way. :S And I was looking forward to a snow day. We have craft kits. I bought supplies to make homemade valentines. They'll have to wait for another time. (We really need to tend to our thank you notes anyhow.)

Things I've learned today:

Thing 1:
So, while standing in the great outdoors awaiting K-'s release, I was talking to one of the parents that we go to church with. He was talking about the snow and the upcoming storm. I told him that we love it, we have snowshoes and bring it on. He said that he worked outside. I asked what he did. I forgot, he works for one of the regional airports. He drives the refueling truck. We were talking about a flight I took to Philly. I was telling him about the de-icing experience I had. "It was like they were spraying green jello all over the plane."

"That is the most expensive stuff. It is $13.00 per gallon."

"How many gallons would it take to de-ice the average sized airplane?"

"400 gallons, which is one of the reasons airline tickets are so expensive."

My trusty solar calculator just told me that is $5200.00. Yikes.

Thing 2:
Land's End is wonderful about returns. K- was given a couple of knit dresses as a Christmas gift. She wore one of them this past Sunday. I noticed that she had a string. I told her not to pull it. (She's not a puller. I've taught her well.) It kept getting longer and longer. Her cuff is now half unstitched. My MIL asked if I could just stitch it. Absolutely, but since all of their paperwork says "Guaranteed. Period." I'll take them up on it.

They apologized profusely and the new dress (either the pattern that my MIL chose or a second choice) will be in our possession by mid-week.

Hassle-free. Hooray!

Thing 3:
LL Bean is great about returns. I've done them with them in the past. A thing to know is that if you choose their Easy Return (or whatever it is called) which is the option of them forwarding the merchandise while your other merchandise is potentially in transit, you are agreeing to whatever the price happens to be that day. Say for instance, you purchased your item on the Daily Markdown like I did, since it is no longer a Daily Markdown, you would have to pay the difference in price. Argh. I told her that I would go ahead and just send it out and have them send the merchandise when they receive mine. Seems fair enough.

Thing 4:
So I called UPS to schedule a pick-up. LL Bean gives pre-printed UPS tags with each order, so all you have to do is to peel the label and stick it to your box. Off and away it goes. Since I use their credit card, I don't have to pay for return shipping.

I made the computer lady angry, so she flipped me to some real-live customer service rep. I talked to her about scheduling a pick-up and I found out that there is a charge for that.

"Even though they are up and down my street everyday?"

"Yes, but you can drop your box at one of our drop boxes if it fits, you could take it to one of our stores or pass it on to a driver on his route."

"You want me to stalk a driver?"

"You can pass the box on to him and he can accept it for you."

So there I am, on the drive to the grocery, I'm looking up and down the streets for the big brown truck. No dice.

On the way back, I took another route and looked for the big brown truck. No dice.

I picked K- up from school and on our way to our play date, we took the long way through the neighborhoods looking for the big brown truck.

Why is there no UPS guy when you need him?!

So, shame on you UPS! You charge enough and it isn't like I was asking you to drive miles and miles out of your way. You are up and down my tiny street on a daily basis, so it isn't like we aren't even on your route. Ugh!

Thing 5:
Target has some excellent crafting supplies in their dollar bins for making homemade valentines. Yes, I could buy a pre-fab box o' cards for cheaper, but we like to make them.

Thing 6:
As a result of budget cuts, our city stopped publishing the nice, big city yearly calendar. I've never had to purchase a calendar because the city always provided one, listing special trash pick-up days and whatnot. That sent me on a hunt for a calendar.

Should I add that I was determined regardless to the snowstorm that had started while we were out on our play date?

I went to the local Hallmark. They had a beautiful Lang Songbird 2010 calendar, but it was $15.99. It wasn't marked down yet. Ugh.

I went next door to the local grocery. They had nothing. I, however, had a very hungry and whiny kid in tow.

We stopped at the CVS pharmacy at the corner of the same plaza and they had just sold their last calendars. Ick.

So, part of the way back required the use of 4WD and as we turned the corner, I saw the Dollar General. Against K-'s better choice of going home, I stopped in. A mommy on a mission while in the midst of navigating with a 6 year old through a snowstorm, I came in the door and asked about calendars.

They had tons of them. They even had a beautiful one with different flower blossoms. I grabbed my dollar calendar up, a few $1.00 bags of peanut free Sixlets (K- has a peanut allergic child in her class) and some cheesey crackery packs and away we went. Both of us were happy. :)!

Thing 7:
When we arrived home, Hubs was preparing his dinner and to my surprise, the BBQ re-run NYDay Pork that I had in the crock-pot was on his plate. "I assume that this is the leftover pork from New Years, right?" "Yes."

Y'all, he ate it. He even told me that he was surprised at how good it was, since it had been frozen.

You see, my husband's digestive issues has kept him on a fairly limited diet. He's been doing some Sylvester Stallone workout that has busted a few myths he has followed for many years. One has been about food. Apparently, Sylvester Stallone told him to vary his diet. He listened to him, but for the record, I've been telling him that for years. Oh, well. At least he'll be eating what I make a little more often.

Thus far, school isn't canceled. I think that we run on a reverse call through the school district, so they call about flu shot clinics and I suspect that they'll phone about a snow day.

Smiles in my day:
- Having a play date with my friend and her boys. We celebrated 4 birthdays and Christmas. All the children loved their loot (Cordz activity set, Eeboo I Never Forget a Face, Noodleboro Listening Game, Pixar Digidraw and some levitating ball thing.) I knew if I kept with educational and family oriented fun, they may be able to move along with them. Sadly, they'll be moving out of state in a few months. :( The good news is that the gifts made the moving cut. Hooray!
- Heather buying K- two Barbies that have leotards painted onto their bodies so if her boys come over, not every single one of K-'s Barbies will be nude.
- Brownies. 'Nuff said.
- K- telling me that the one little boy informed her that her "boots are boy boots." I told her that there are some boots that are boy boots, some boots that are girl boots and some boots that are boy or girl boots. I told her that hers are the boy or girl boots. I told her that she could tell him that she wears girl tights and girl skirts and dresses, so the boots don't really matter. I wouldn't have raced out and bought her new "girly" boots, but we would have put some stickers on them or something. She's fine with it, though. They are tall and keep her feet dry. That's all we need.
- Getting back into the habit of hanging the laundry on the lines, regardless to the fact that the clothing is being guarded by the yard deer that are still hanging upside down from the posts that my lines are run from. (Hubs hangs them to dry before boxing them for storage.)
- I've almost gotten the dry erase marker stain off K-'s school shirt. Apparently, someone accidentally ran into her with their dry erase marker today. It's pretty light and passable, but I'm giving it another run with Shout and Dawn just for just.
- Clean sheets. I do the sheets every other week and I just love snuggling in between the fresh smell and warmth of the flannel. I only have one set, so I don't hang them to dry.
- My friend, Nora, came through gall bladder and appendix removal surgery wonderfully. They are in Milwaukee, so I wasn't able to hang out in the waiting area like I did when her husband had his appendix out.

My side of the bed appears to be nice and toasty. Have a great weekend. We'll wave to you from the snow banks!

Edited to add:
Mark it on the calendar folks, my daughter actually cried tears of unhappiness when she found out that they had a snow day today. They were to celebrate a classmate's birthday and she is so sad! :( I told her that we'll do jammie day. She told me that the snow day is because "all of those kids inside outing their jammies." Well, at least she loves school.

Hubs yelled out from the kitchen. When I arrived, he was holding our bulk sized box of Cascade, the bottom having let loose and a whole mountain of spot free shine was sitting in the middle of my floor. So now, our dishes will be cleaned with spot free goodness with just a touch of outdoorness for fun. I suppose it can't be any different than dealing with the gunk of dirty dishes. Don't worry, they are on my list of people to e-mail today. Obviously, the bottom of the box wasn't strong enough. Oh, and we've been riding on that box since July and it is half gone. If half gone is going to make the glue unadhere, who knows how many other people have been dealing with the same problem?

K- is a whiny pie this morning so as I type, she's in time-out. Heaven help me and my nerves. It's just not appropriate to yell at me, no matter how bummed you are that you don't have school.

The Windows Live One Care caught suspicious software this morning, so it has been scanning and cleaning my computer for this past hour. It has caught one other one in the past so let's hope that it is cleaning all of the funk out of the box that I type on. :fingers crossed:

It scanned for an hour and a half total and claims that it is clean. (I keep flashing over to Nemo, when he was put in the dental fish tank for the first time and the shrimp cleans him. I suppose whatever visual takes me where I need to go.)

We've got gingerbread cookies on a roll. When I stopped in at the grocery yesterday, the Pillsbury gingerbread cookie rolls were marked down to 99 cents. I figured that we would be home and knew the way to soften my sad child's heart would be to let her make cookies. "Mom, we need more cookie dough!"

Just like Super Nanny, "I'm on my way!"

Afternoon update:
It appears as though the weather folks, both local and the National Weather Service, predicted Armageddon and it never arrived. I seriously think that the kids could have gone to school today. We had some light flurries. The roads may have been gunky this AM, but they were very passable. Believe me, we kept waiting and waiting for it to arrive. "Lake effect snow to develop over the lake and to affect areas west of Cleveland not typically affected by lake effect snow." Mmm, hmmm.

Tuesday, January 5, 2010

Tales from the Trenches: I'm too lazy.

I owe y'all some pictures and I promise that I'll get them posted. I have to size them down, save them as jpeg . . . all things I'm far too tired to do at this point. So, I'll pitch an idea I had to see what y'all might think.

I thought about doing a Seed Swap. I've been drooling over my Baker Creek Seed catalog and know that we don't have a huge area to plant. I'm non-GMO with my food seeds, but general flower seeds I roll with off the rack. One pack tends to be far too many seeds for me, though. I was wondering if anyone would be interested in sharing seeds. (Sorry for readers out of the US. We can't share with you. It's not that we don't want to. The customs people won't let us.)

So, what do you think? Should I put the work into doing a Seed Swap? My thought on basic rules would be:
1. No money is to change hands. It is a complete swap thing. The person offering seeds pays all shipping.
2. Request only what you will use. The idea here is to avoid waste, to share and to experiment with new plants.
3. If you offer something, carry through. Don't leave folks hanging.

So what is your feedback?

A mommy hmmm for the evening:
Is it really necessary to invite every single child in the class to a birthday party? This is the second invitation that K- has received for a class party. I told her that she won't be going to this one. This one is at the home of one of the room moms that "helped" at the Christmas party. Honestly, if it was a leave K- off thing, I never would. I don't know the people and the mother did not help at the party with any other child other than just her own. When clean-up time came, she turned her back and listened to the story as I did all the cleaning. (The other mom watched me.) Her own child is rather wild and doesn't listen. I fear that the children wouldn't be properly attended to. If I went with her, which is what I've always done, I'm worried that I would be stuck doing a lot of party whatnot. Besides, to invite every single child to a party seems present hungry to me. Your thoughts?

Smiles in my day:
- K- got up and had a super morning. She even wanted to walk, but I said no since it was 20 degrees with a pretty rockin' wind chill.
- K- was in bed by 8:15 PM and asleep by 8:30 PM. That was with the neighbor over and talking with Hubs in the living room. (Both have voices that carry.)
- Mike, our neighbor, brought Hubs a hand-me-down Blu-Ray player. Hubs is thrilled.
- My new set of pans arrived today! I had them washed and hanging when Mike arrived, so I was able to show him what he bought me.