So did everyone get what they wanted? I had a great Christmas! There was only one small problem. I get over excited about Christmas like a little kid. So Friday night, not even Saturday night, I wake up several times with the urge to race down stairs and stare at the Christmas tree. So there was little sleep to be had. Then Saturday night I went to bed late thinking that I would be to tired to wake up but no. I stared at the clock every half an hour until about 4 in the morning when I finally got up and raced down the stairs turned on the tree lights and stared at the presents for a few minutes. Then I turned everything back off and went back to bed. I spent the next two hours just waiting to hear someone else moving. About 6 my father got in the shower. A sign it was time. So I go up, turned on the Christmas lights, turned on the Christmas music, started the coffee and sat down in front of the tree to wait. It was really nice to sip coffee in front of the tree.
Oh I should talk about the tree. In my family it has been a running joke about the shape of the Christmas tree. Each year my brother and I return home for Christmas there is always a tree. Sometimes it is round on one side and completely flat on the other, sometimes it is really skinny on top and very, very fat on the bottom, sometimes it seems to be the reverse…well you get the idea. So for a while we were convinced the parents were picking the tree that looked least likely to find a home because they didn’t want any tree to feel lonely. So it was a surprise to come home and find an almost perfect tree. It was a very beautiful tree. Not that the others weren’t they just were, well, unique.
Anyway two hours after racing down the stairs and starting the coffee we could finally open presents. I had actually been awake and waiting for about 4 hours by then. So Christmas was great but I did't get very much sleep. So now we are opening presents and in our family presents are opened one at a time. This is great because you can see what everyone gets but there are certain members of the family that open their presents and then start to assemble them or read them while the rest of us stare waiting for the go sign that they are paying attention again. It makes slow opening from time to time.
Well hope everyone had a wonderful Christmas.
Wednesday, December 28, 2005
Thursday, December 22, 2005
Friday, December 16, 2005
Another boring post
OK so I have been a little slow writing something new. I know many of you would probably consider me a little slow anyway. Well part of the problem has been that I don’t know what to write about.
I will start with class. It is finally done. Three classes and I will never take another class again. Maybe that isn’t true but that is the way I feel right now. After rushing around like crazy I managed to finish my paper and study for my exam though it did cut into my gym time. Yes I go to the gym and I go often or so everyone thinks. I need to use up my extra energy. That and my lovely husband has the best parents in the world and they are taking us to Hawaii in June and I want a bikini body. Not that I’ll wear one but I want to be able to if I chose to do so. So the gym is my friend. I suppose a diet would be too but that takes to much time and energy. The gym is only an hour or so a day and only during the week. I treat it like work something that must be done. I prefer the gym to work.
Christmas is almost here. I am excited about being home and opening presents. I unfortunately have been having problems buying presents. I have a couple of people on my list who seem to have everything and anything they don’t have is to expensive for my budget. I really work hard to find the perfect gift so I don’t want to just get a gift card or something but I may be forced to do if something doesn’t come to me soon. If only I could get someone a Budweiser clock. I am sure I know where to find one of those.
Meanwhile my wish list is:
Clothes
Winter boots
New gym sneakers
Radio for my sewing room
Books
PDA
Jewelry
I know my list isn’t very interesting in fact my post isn’t very interesting but I just don’t know what to talk about.
Happy Holidays!
I will start with class. It is finally done. Three classes and I will never take another class again. Maybe that isn’t true but that is the way I feel right now. After rushing around like crazy I managed to finish my paper and study for my exam though it did cut into my gym time. Yes I go to the gym and I go often or so everyone thinks. I need to use up my extra energy. That and my lovely husband has the best parents in the world and they are taking us to Hawaii in June and I want a bikini body. Not that I’ll wear one but I want to be able to if I chose to do so. So the gym is my friend. I suppose a diet would be too but that takes to much time and energy. The gym is only an hour or so a day and only during the week. I treat it like work something that must be done. I prefer the gym to work.
Christmas is almost here. I am excited about being home and opening presents. I unfortunately have been having problems buying presents. I have a couple of people on my list who seem to have everything and anything they don’t have is to expensive for my budget. I really work hard to find the perfect gift so I don’t want to just get a gift card or something but I may be forced to do if something doesn’t come to me soon. If only I could get someone a Budweiser clock. I am sure I know where to find one of those.
Meanwhile my wish list is:
Clothes
Winter boots
New gym sneakers
Radio for my sewing room
Books
PDA
Jewelry
I know my list isn’t very interesting in fact my post isn’t very interesting but I just don’t know what to talk about.
Happy Holidays!
Thursday, December 08, 2005
Christmas, Phone calls and Paint
So in the news Bush is getting harassed again and for once I don’t think he deserves it. I can’t believe people are mad at him for sending out generic holiday cards that say Happy Holidays instead of Merry Christmas. The man sends out a million cards all over the world for the season. Now with Hanukah, Christmas, and Kwanzaa is it really appropriate to wish a Merry Christmas to his friends and fellow politicians/leaders if they do not celebrate Christmas but Hanukah or Kwanzaa? I figure Happy Holidays includes all celebrations of the season. I guess people need something to complain about. Just think if he sent out Merry Christmas cards the Hanukah and Kwanzaa people then would be complaining. Don’t people have better things to do with their time?
Ok so last night I got a phone call. It was from a friend that I did not expect to hear from. He can never decide if he likes me or hates me I think so for a while I will hear from him and then I wont. Anyway he talked for 50 minutes and I could barely get a word in. He switched subjects like a true ADHD person on caffeine. In fact that is what he was. Well anyway I was really happy to hear from him and to know that he is doing ok even if he probably has no idea how I am doing because he never stopped talking. He did make a comment that I was mean but when asked when I was mean his answer had nothing to do with him and he had his story wrong. I corrected him but my guess is that he will have the story wrong again next time he tries to tell that story. I would like to thank him for not calling me again last night after I went to bed to see how long voice mail really will let you talk. I appreciate that but it probably was because he had forgotten about me and had moved on to the next phone victim.
Meanwhile the kitchen is almost done! I think I could have it done by the end of the weekend in fact IF I did not have a paper to write and an exam to study for. But Mr. Toad has been working on the kitchen. I think it is because he can play with the saw cutting molding. I must hurry up and get my kitchen done so I can remove all the kitchen stuff from the dining room. If I don’t I’ll never be able to get my tree. “Oh Christmas Tree, Oh Christmas Tree…”
My cats like to help with the painting. The kitchen project is a family project! First we paint then they walk along the wall and wipe the paint off with their fur. Our cats have green fur! They may not be so bright.
Ok so last night I got a phone call. It was from a friend that I did not expect to hear from. He can never decide if he likes me or hates me I think so for a while I will hear from him and then I wont. Anyway he talked for 50 minutes and I could barely get a word in. He switched subjects like a true ADHD person on caffeine. In fact that is what he was. Well anyway I was really happy to hear from him and to know that he is doing ok even if he probably has no idea how I am doing because he never stopped talking. He did make a comment that I was mean but when asked when I was mean his answer had nothing to do with him and he had his story wrong. I corrected him but my guess is that he will have the story wrong again next time he tries to tell that story. I would like to thank him for not calling me again last night after I went to bed to see how long voice mail really will let you talk. I appreciate that but it probably was because he had forgotten about me and had moved on to the next phone victim.
Meanwhile the kitchen is almost done! I think I could have it done by the end of the weekend in fact IF I did not have a paper to write and an exam to study for. But Mr. Toad has been working on the kitchen. I think it is because he can play with the saw cutting molding. I must hurry up and get my kitchen done so I can remove all the kitchen stuff from the dining room. If I don’t I’ll never be able to get my tree. “Oh Christmas Tree, Oh Christmas Tree…”
My cats like to help with the painting. The kitchen project is a family project! First we paint then they walk along the wall and wipe the paint off with their fur. Our cats have green fur! They may not be so bright.
Tuesday, December 06, 2005
Hello everyone! I am back from the west coast. Has anyone ever wondered why the east coast is the shore and the west coast is just the coast? I called the coast the shore once by accident and I thought the people of Oregon were going to come after me. I guess they don’t like the Jersey Shore either.
Our adventure started with the night before. Packing. I should perhaps invest in something bigger then a duffel bag. I started pulling clothes out of the closet for a 10-day trip. So that naturally would include brown shoes, black shoes, sneakers and slippers, three pairs of pants, dress clothes, everyday clothes, it is cold so sweaters not t-shirts, socks…. Now the bed is covered with clothes and one little bag. Mr. Toad is standing there staring at my stuff and looking at my little bag and he starts laughing. He reminds me that we are staying with his parents and can do laundry. Ok so I need 5 days of stuff and an extra outfit just in case, 3 pairs of shoes and slippers…. I start carefully folding and packing my clothes but discover that everything will not fit. Mr. Toad has left the room leaving his bag unprotected. Why his bag is bigger then mine I will never know. So I start putting things in the bottom of his bag. Under his stuff so perhaps he wont notice. Everything is now packed except the bathroom stuff. Well in the morning I pack up my little bathroom bag and look innocently at Mr. Toad and ask him very nicely or as nicely as possible considering it is 4 in the morning “Can I please pack my bathroom stuff in your bag?” “No,” Mr. Toad says, “You have already packed to much stuff in my bag.” I guess trying to hide my stuff in his bag didn’t work. Well one temper tantrum later my stuff was in his bag. “What? You didn’t think I wasn’t going to win did you?”
Ok so everyone knows that airline food is bad to begin with but now they want you to pay extra for the stale roll with a piece of processed meat and a packet of mustard. $5 in fact for this privilege. Are they crazy?
At this point we are in the very wet state of Oregon. We had a great time. Visited the family and toured around a little bit. It did rain everyday we were there but I suppose some consider that better then snow. Anyway the family was great. Everyone is very nice and we enjoyed hanging out and doing nothing. Of course the end came quicker then we would have liked. Now I am back and avoiding work as usual.
Our adventure started with the night before. Packing. I should perhaps invest in something bigger then a duffel bag. I started pulling clothes out of the closet for a 10-day trip. So that naturally would include brown shoes, black shoes, sneakers and slippers, three pairs of pants, dress clothes, everyday clothes, it is cold so sweaters not t-shirts, socks…. Now the bed is covered with clothes and one little bag. Mr. Toad is standing there staring at my stuff and looking at my little bag and he starts laughing. He reminds me that we are staying with his parents and can do laundry. Ok so I need 5 days of stuff and an extra outfit just in case, 3 pairs of shoes and slippers…. I start carefully folding and packing my clothes but discover that everything will not fit. Mr. Toad has left the room leaving his bag unprotected. Why his bag is bigger then mine I will never know. So I start putting things in the bottom of his bag. Under his stuff so perhaps he wont notice. Everything is now packed except the bathroom stuff. Well in the morning I pack up my little bathroom bag and look innocently at Mr. Toad and ask him very nicely or as nicely as possible considering it is 4 in the morning “Can I please pack my bathroom stuff in your bag?” “No,” Mr. Toad says, “You have already packed to much stuff in my bag.” I guess trying to hide my stuff in his bag didn’t work. Well one temper tantrum later my stuff was in his bag. “What? You didn’t think I wasn’t going to win did you?”
Ok so everyone knows that airline food is bad to begin with but now they want you to pay extra for the stale roll with a piece of processed meat and a packet of mustard. $5 in fact for this privilege. Are they crazy?
At this point we are in the very wet state of Oregon. We had a great time. Visited the family and toured around a little bit. It did rain everyday we were there but I suppose some consider that better then snow. Anyway the family was great. Everyone is very nice and we enjoyed hanging out and doing nothing. Of course the end came quicker then we would have liked. Now I am back and avoiding work as usual.
Wednesday, November 23, 2005
VACATION!
Hello all! I hope that everyone has a Happy Thanksgiving. I will be gone for about 10 days so you will all have to enjoy yourselves without me.
Monday, November 21, 2005
Cats make good rollers!
On Saturday, as we were preparing to finish the priming of the kitchen, we discovered that we needed another roller. What to do? Neither one of use wanted to volunteer to run to the store. As we sat there trying to stare the other one down forcing the trip to the store I began to think. What would Lumpy do? Just as I was wondering what Lumpy would do our white cat talked by. While looking at her I started to think she looked like a roller and she would match the primer. No one would even notice that she had primer on her. She was round and white just like our roller. Now how will I get her on the roller device? I tried showing her the roller device in hopes she would volunteer. She walked away with little interest and no worries for my problems. So I looked around and across the room there it was. The stuff that fixes everything. Duct Tape! So I grabbed the duct tape, roller device and cat. As I started to pull stripes of tape and wrestle the cat around the roller device I heard a, “What are you doing?” from across the room. I thought at this point it was obvious what I was doing. I was preparing the cat as a roller to paint the walls. But I stopped and started to explain my idea to save us a trip to the store and time. For I remembered cats are clean animals so she would just clean herself when it was all done and we wouldn’t have to spend so much time cleaning up. I was brilliant. But wait, what? Mr. Toad is giving me that look. The one that says I am crazy. After a long lecture on how the cat was not good for painting Mr. Toad said he would go to the store. I win! I can continue to be lazy while he makes the drive. It is all for the better anyway. The cat had disappeared under a bed.
I love the green and yellow paint we picked out for the kitchen!
Well the rest of the weekend was great. I sold buttons at the Mardi Gras parade. Yes the Jaycees run a Christmas parade to bring Santa to town November and call it the Mardi Gras Parade. They wanted a festive parade 55 yrs ago when they sponsored their first parade. Anyway there was a contest to see who could sell the most buttons. My partner and I ran out of buttons a half an hour after leaving the office. We spent the next hour trying to get new buttons to find out another member was hoarding the buttons. All that for a $25 gift certificate. Well we still sold 175 buttons in less then an hour. In the end I did not feel bad about the whole thing because the other guy gave his gift certificate to the teenage boys that were helping him. They will have more fun with it then the rest of would have. We may have done something silly like pay a bill or buy socks.
Yesterday I went to see Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire. Everyone should see this movie. I do suggset reading the book first. I felt like there was a lot missing but I think it was still a great movie. I can't wait to go back and watch the movie again.
I love the green and yellow paint we picked out for the kitchen!
Well the rest of the weekend was great. I sold buttons at the Mardi Gras parade. Yes the Jaycees run a Christmas parade to bring Santa to town November and call it the Mardi Gras Parade. They wanted a festive parade 55 yrs ago when they sponsored their first parade. Anyway there was a contest to see who could sell the most buttons. My partner and I ran out of buttons a half an hour after leaving the office. We spent the next hour trying to get new buttons to find out another member was hoarding the buttons. All that for a $25 gift certificate. Well we still sold 175 buttons in less then an hour. In the end I did not feel bad about the whole thing because the other guy gave his gift certificate to the teenage boys that were helping him. They will have more fun with it then the rest of would have. We may have done something silly like pay a bill or buy socks.
Yesterday I went to see Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire. Everyone should see this movie. I do suggset reading the book first. I felt like there was a lot missing but I think it was still a great movie. I can't wait to go back and watch the movie again.
Tuesday, November 15, 2005
Visiting and ADD
Well I am back! Being home is always great. I think my parents are happy to see me come and then equally happy to see me go. As a slightly energetic person that can talk for hours nonstop I feel that I may be a bit overwhelming to some. The other problem is I have no attention span. So I will be talking about cooking and something in a sentence will get me thinking about tractors and so I change subjects. The average person has no idea what I am talking about and can’t keep up with the subject changes. This particular issue drives Mr. Toad up the wall. He is forever asking me “what are you talking about?” Which just annoys me because I feel that he is just not paying attention. The problem is his mind works like an engineer’s mind. Everything needs to be in order and logical. Very silly indeed. The progression through the different subjects makes sense to me but not everyone can do this. My parents use to be good at following my conversations but now that they are out of practice I think that they struggle to follow. They do better then Mr. Toad but they have many more years of practice. I have some friends who are very good at holding conversations like this and never skip a beat. They blame the ADD for being capable of holding such fascinating conversations. Sometimes I miss having conversations with someone that I do not have to stop mid-sentence and give him or her a map of my thought process. It has taught me to be careful about changing subjects.
Ok so anyway I went shopping with my mom. I bought Christmas presents. I actually have started Christmas shopping before the week before Christmas. So I would tell you what I bought but I am not sure who reads my blog and they may be on my list. Mr. Engineer if you would like to give me a hint of what you would like for Christmas this year that would be fantastic! It is very difficult to shop for little brothers. I saw my Poppie while home visiting. I love seeing and spending time with him.
The drive home was not as I first expected. I originally thought that I would be making an attempt to writing a paper in the car while Mr. Toad hit all the potholes on the road. Yes ilovcoffee there are always potholes in areas outside your bubble. Someday I am going to make it to the bubble. I am thinking of hopefully catching the train in Jan or Feb. Anyway I wrote my paper on Saturday at my parent’s house. Oh how I have forgotten how slow dial-up is. I could hold entire conversations while waiting for pages to come up. In the end the pages came and the paper was finished. Let it be an A.
Ok so anyway I went shopping with my mom. I bought Christmas presents. I actually have started Christmas shopping before the week before Christmas. So I would tell you what I bought but I am not sure who reads my blog and they may be on my list. Mr. Engineer if you would like to give me a hint of what you would like for Christmas this year that would be fantastic! It is very difficult to shop for little brothers. I saw my Poppie while home visiting. I love seeing and spending time with him.
The drive home was not as I first expected. I originally thought that I would be making an attempt to writing a paper in the car while Mr. Toad hit all the potholes on the road. Yes ilovcoffee there are always potholes in areas outside your bubble. Someday I am going to make it to the bubble. I am thinking of hopefully catching the train in Jan or Feb. Anyway I wrote my paper on Saturday at my parent’s house. Oh how I have forgotten how slow dial-up is. I could hold entire conversations while waiting for pages to come up. In the end the pages came and the paper was finished. Let it be an A.
Friday, November 11, 2005
Friday - Sunday
I am going to try to entertain ilovcoffee for the weekend.
First I would like to say Happy Veteran’s Day. Thank you for what you have done and what you do today.
Ugh now that the pressure is on, what do I say?
Friday
I could talk about my dislikes or likes.
Dislikes
1. People who keep me waiting (which is why the kitchen project began)
2. People who tailgate (do they think my car can jump over the car in front of me if they drive closer?)
3. Irregardless – it is not a word people
4. It drives me crazy when people are intolerant of others. It is our differences that make life interesting.
5. Why is your life better then mine? I may not have your same beliefs and goals. Get over it.
6. The color orange – it just doesn’t work with to many things. Matching should be easy
Likes
1. Dancing – though I have gotten to old to dance on the bar
2. Hanging out – I have gotten good at Bridge.
3. Shopping – I love new clothes, purses, shoes…
4. Fuzzy slippers and flannel pants all wrapped up in a blanket sipping hot chocolate and reading a book on a cold night with snow falling
5. Making the world a little better by just giving time – so simple and cheap and people overlook this
6. Mr. Toad – Hello Mr. Toad thanks for reading.
I don’t think I am good at this list thing.
On to Saturday:
Story time?
Once upon a time there was a beautiful Princess who was loved by all her subjects. One day while walking the royal gardens news was brought to her that there was a Purple Elephant with Pink Polk-a-Dots walking through the woods. The Princess was very excited about such a discovery and so she sent her people out to bring back the elephant.
After some time the people came to the Princess and said “We are sorry but we cannot capture the Elephant.” The Princess was surprised to hear this. She always got what she wanted. Everyone went out of his or her way to give the Princess everything.
So she marched out to the forest herself to find the Purple Elephant with Pink Polk-a-Dots. After a short walk she found the Elephant sleeping in the shade of the trees. The Princess walked up to the Elephant and tapped it on its trunk waking the Elephant from a very pleasant dream. The Elephant jumped up startled and confused. Then after looking around noticed the small Princess standing there. The Elephant at once recognized this as the Princess that had sent the people to capture him. The Elephant started laughing and laughing. This angered the Princess and she demanded to know what the Elephant was laughing at. He responded that he was laughing at her. This spoiled Princess that was use to always getting her own way had come out to forest thinking she could do what her subjects could not. With this the Princess kicked the Elephant and walked back out of the forest. Who needs a Purple Elephant with Pink Polk-a-Dots that talks back and laughs at you!
I never claimed to be good at writing. I am just trying to entertain.
Sunday:
I have run out of things to talk about. What could possibly follow the story of the Princess? Well Sunday I guess I will be sitting in the car for hours and hours and hours. There will be a laptop on my lap as I try to write a paper that I have put off until the last minute. Mr. Toad will try to hit every pothole from NY to PA. He says that he is not trying to hit them but I think he is. So slightly carsick with a laptop bouncing on my lap and fingers typing away I will probably give up and think “I’ll do it when I get home” and then I will take a nap. The car will pull into the driveway and I will go maybe I’ll write that paper now. As I unpack, eat dinner, have ice cream, check and write emails, oh wait did anyone write anything on my blog…. the list goes on and the paper is still there. Sometime around 10 or so when I am really tired I will run out of excuses not to write my paper. Yes Sunday will be a great day.
First I would like to say Happy Veteran’s Day. Thank you for what you have done and what you do today.
Ugh now that the pressure is on, what do I say?
Friday
I could talk about my dislikes or likes.
Dislikes
1. People who keep me waiting (which is why the kitchen project began)
2. People who tailgate (do they think my car can jump over the car in front of me if they drive closer?)
3. Irregardless – it is not a word people
4. It drives me crazy when people are intolerant of others. It is our differences that make life interesting.
5. Why is your life better then mine? I may not have your same beliefs and goals. Get over it.
6. The color orange – it just doesn’t work with to many things. Matching should be easy
Likes
1. Dancing – though I have gotten to old to dance on the bar
2. Hanging out – I have gotten good at Bridge.
3. Shopping – I love new clothes, purses, shoes…
4. Fuzzy slippers and flannel pants all wrapped up in a blanket sipping hot chocolate and reading a book on a cold night with snow falling
5. Making the world a little better by just giving time – so simple and cheap and people overlook this
6. Mr. Toad – Hello Mr. Toad thanks for reading.
I don’t think I am good at this list thing.
On to Saturday:
Story time?
Once upon a time there was a beautiful Princess who was loved by all her subjects. One day while walking the royal gardens news was brought to her that there was a Purple Elephant with Pink Polk-a-Dots walking through the woods. The Princess was very excited about such a discovery and so she sent her people out to bring back the elephant.
After some time the people came to the Princess and said “We are sorry but we cannot capture the Elephant.” The Princess was surprised to hear this. She always got what she wanted. Everyone went out of his or her way to give the Princess everything.
So she marched out to the forest herself to find the Purple Elephant with Pink Polk-a-Dots. After a short walk she found the Elephant sleeping in the shade of the trees. The Princess walked up to the Elephant and tapped it on its trunk waking the Elephant from a very pleasant dream. The Elephant jumped up startled and confused. Then after looking around noticed the small Princess standing there. The Elephant at once recognized this as the Princess that had sent the people to capture him. The Elephant started laughing and laughing. This angered the Princess and she demanded to know what the Elephant was laughing at. He responded that he was laughing at her. This spoiled Princess that was use to always getting her own way had come out to forest thinking she could do what her subjects could not. With this the Princess kicked the Elephant and walked back out of the forest. Who needs a Purple Elephant with Pink Polk-a-Dots that talks back and laughs at you!
I never claimed to be good at writing. I am just trying to entertain.
Sunday:
I have run out of things to talk about. What could possibly follow the story of the Princess? Well Sunday I guess I will be sitting in the car for hours and hours and hours. There will be a laptop on my lap as I try to write a paper that I have put off until the last minute. Mr. Toad will try to hit every pothole from NY to PA. He says that he is not trying to hit them but I think he is. So slightly carsick with a laptop bouncing on my lap and fingers typing away I will probably give up and think “I’ll do it when I get home” and then I will take a nap. The car will pull into the driveway and I will go maybe I’ll write that paper now. As I unpack, eat dinner, have ice cream, check and write emails, oh wait did anyone write anything on my blog…. the list goes on and the paper is still there. Sometime around 10 or so when I am really tired I will run out of excuses not to write my paper. Yes Sunday will be a great day.
Wednesday, November 09, 2005
Home
The Kitchen is falling, the kitchen is falling….
Well not really. But progress is happening. We are going to sand the cupboards and prime them tonight. Everything will be ready for painting. I feel like singing. The home stretch is just ahead. Go home renovations. Please let it look ok when it is all done or I will never hear the end of it from Mr. Toad. That is ok. I’ll just threaten to start all over if he complains. I can imagine that Mr. Toad will run right out and buy a toolbox that he can lock and keep me away from all hammers and crowbars in the future. In fact I am surprised that he has not already done such a thing.
So this weekend I am going home to visit the parents. I am really excited about this because I don't see them very much. Also currently I live in the middle of everything and they live in the middle of nowhere. There are no trees and houses are all thrown together. Why everyone wants to live on top of each other always amazes me. Someday Mr. Toad and I are going to move and live in the middle of nowhere. A place with lots of lawn and no other houses to be seen. Lots of trees and fields will surround my house and I will plant lots of flowers around my house. I can have a couple of dogs. I want chocolate labs. No I don't want a farm. They are to much work and I don't see Mr. Toad working in the barn. He can have a shop though where he can fix the cars and hide from me.
Lumpy, I am bringing the crowbar and drums for the family. Just kidding!
Well not really. But progress is happening. We are going to sand the cupboards and prime them tonight. Everything will be ready for painting. I feel like singing. The home stretch is just ahead. Go home renovations. Please let it look ok when it is all done or I will never hear the end of it from Mr. Toad. That is ok. I’ll just threaten to start all over if he complains. I can imagine that Mr. Toad will run right out and buy a toolbox that he can lock and keep me away from all hammers and crowbars in the future. In fact I am surprised that he has not already done such a thing.
So this weekend I am going home to visit the parents. I am really excited about this because I don't see them very much. Also currently I live in the middle of everything and they live in the middle of nowhere. There are no trees and houses are all thrown together. Why everyone wants to live on top of each other always amazes me. Someday Mr. Toad and I are going to move and live in the middle of nowhere. A place with lots of lawn and no other houses to be seen. Lots of trees and fields will surround my house and I will plant lots of flowers around my house. I can have a couple of dogs. I want chocolate labs. No I don't want a farm. They are to much work and I don't see Mr. Toad working in the barn. He can have a shop though where he can fix the cars and hide from me.
Lumpy, I am bringing the crowbar and drums for the family. Just kidding!
Monday, November 07, 2005
Ok so this past weekend I was gone. I left bright and early on Friday and returned Sunday evening. Do you think the love of my life would want to cuddle with me? Nope he was watching football. Not that he ignored me but I wanted more attention. Those who know me realize this is normal. I am very demanding and feel as if I should be the center of attention. At least I realize that I am like this and he does too. He makes fun of me, gives me a kiss/hug and returns to his game. I whine about coming in second to football and that gets me a smile, kiss, and hug. I win.
Now a discussion on alcohol. There are a few rules that everyone must know before drinking.
1. Under no circumstances should you drink and dial.
2. Always have a DD. The great thing about the DD is not only can they drive but they can keep you from doing #1 and avoid the crazy person on barstool next to you.
3. Never think that the person on the barstool next to you is interesting. The next time you see them you will most likely find out they are not. They in turn find you less interesting.
4. This day and age you must on returning home never drink and email. You will always regret it the next morning and the person you write now has proof you cannot spell.
Having said that, all the rules can be broken except #2. There is no guarantee you have picked a good DD that will prevent #1 and 3 but they can drive you home. #4 always seems to be done on the sly when no one is around. But your friends will know. Someone will have proof and make fun of you. For those of you who have called or emailed me after drinking just remember I now plan on saving all messages to play back or put on a PowerPoint presentation for your 50th birthday. I look forward to embarrassing you. It is my pleasure to do this favor for you. Please do not feel the need to return the favor.
Now a discussion on alcohol. There are a few rules that everyone must know before drinking.
1. Under no circumstances should you drink and dial.
2. Always have a DD. The great thing about the DD is not only can they drive but they can keep you from doing #1 and avoid the crazy person on barstool next to you.
3. Never think that the person on the barstool next to you is interesting. The next time you see them you will most likely find out they are not. They in turn find you less interesting.
4. This day and age you must on returning home never drink and email. You will always regret it the next morning and the person you write now has proof you cannot spell.
Having said that, all the rules can be broken except #2. There is no guarantee you have picked a good DD that will prevent #1 and 3 but they can drive you home. #4 always seems to be done on the sly when no one is around. But your friends will know. Someone will have proof and make fun of you. For those of you who have called or emailed me after drinking just remember I now plan on saving all messages to play back or put on a PowerPoint presentation for your 50th birthday. I look forward to embarrassing you. It is my pleasure to do this favor for you. Please do not feel the need to return the favor.
Thursday, November 03, 2005
Rollers and Little/Big Brother
Clever Mr. Toad! Last night as I am doing the bills he wanders into the kitchen and opens the can of primer. Then it starts. “Should I use a roller for this?” “How do you get the trim with the roller?” “After dipping the roller in the paint can how do you get the extra paint off?” “Are we…?” Running from the other room and forgetting about the bills I grab the paintbrush and start working before he does any damage. Mr. Toad believes he has accomplished a victory by forcing me to paint but he will be sorry when they turn off the electricity. Well the painting has begun. I am really excited about how the kitchen is going to look when I am all done. I just have to save up for new countertops. Who makes countertops in spicy mustard color? It doesn’t match anything and really just isn’t a great color. Hopefully by summer I’ll have fixed that. I’ll give up just about anything for new countertops. Not ice cream. No one should ever have to give up ice cream. I like ice cream with chocolate, nuts, caramel, and marshmallow. I am not sure that life could really go on without it.
Have you ever wondered what you would do if you won a million dollars? I know. I would pay off all my debt and whatever debt my little brother and parents have. Did you know I have a little brother? Well back to him later. If there is anything left I would invest and save. I would still work of course because a million is not that much. I would try to find a job I like though. Something that doesn’t require staring at a computer screen all day. I know, you were expecting something fun but I decided that fun could wait. I am just not a fun sort of person perhaps. I have to make sure I can have fun later in life. I would get rid of those ugly spicy mustard colored countertops.
I have a little brother that I shall call Mr. Engineer. That name works for him because he has been an engineer since he was born. At one point we were close but have grown apart over the years. It isn’t that we wouldn’t do anything for each other it is just we live very different lives. We are on different pages of our stories. We will probably cross paths again someday. Don’t be sad. Whenever we happen to be in the same state it is just like old times. I push him, he pushes me back, I push a little harder and then make a run for it. My little brother at some point grew up while I was out finding myself (I still haven’t found me) and became my big brother.
Mr. Lumpy I would like to introduce you to ilovcoffee. She is a sorority sister who worked hard to wake me up in the morning. No matter what time in the morning I rolled into the house she was awake, chipper and with coffee in hand. She is a great friend and I miss hanging out with her. Ilovcoffee, Mr. Lumpy is my best guy friend from high school. I use to enjoy torturing him. He worked hard to keep me out of trouble. I don't think it worked.
Have you ever wondered what you would do if you won a million dollars? I know. I would pay off all my debt and whatever debt my little brother and parents have. Did you know I have a little brother? Well back to him later. If there is anything left I would invest and save. I would still work of course because a million is not that much. I would try to find a job I like though. Something that doesn’t require staring at a computer screen all day. I know, you were expecting something fun but I decided that fun could wait. I am just not a fun sort of person perhaps. I have to make sure I can have fun later in life. I would get rid of those ugly spicy mustard colored countertops.
I have a little brother that I shall call Mr. Engineer. That name works for him because he has been an engineer since he was born. At one point we were close but have grown apart over the years. It isn’t that we wouldn’t do anything for each other it is just we live very different lives. We are on different pages of our stories. We will probably cross paths again someday. Don’t be sad. Whenever we happen to be in the same state it is just like old times. I push him, he pushes me back, I push a little harder and then make a run for it. My little brother at some point grew up while I was out finding myself (I still haven’t found me) and became my big brother.
Mr. Lumpy I would like to introduce you to ilovcoffee. She is a sorority sister who worked hard to wake me up in the morning. No matter what time in the morning I rolled into the house she was awake, chipper and with coffee in hand. She is a great friend and I miss hanging out with her. Ilovcoffee, Mr. Lumpy is my best guy friend from high school. I use to enjoy torturing him. He worked hard to keep me out of trouble. I don't think it worked.
Tuesday, November 01, 2005
Fishnets and Showers
Ok I lied. I did not touch the kitchen this weekend. I just ran out of time. I was finishing the baby bunting after the blood drive and then I needed to go shopping for my black fishnet stockings. Fishnets are fun! Not really everyday wear but I could wear them again. The Halloween party was a lot of fun. I did go as a Flapper. Everyone should try wearing a dress with fringe. Mr. Toad put on a couple of bandages and said he was a CPR Dummy. Mr. Toad may need help with a Halloween costume for next year. The costumes this year consisted of Ronald McDonald and a Fry guy, Salt and Battery, Skipper and Gilligan, and a few other inappropriately themed costumes. I shall not talk about them in mixed company. The funniest costume was one of our friends showed up without a costume so we dressed him up. Nothing like seeing an army man dressed in a short silver sequin dress and blond wig.
Tonight I will prime the kitchen. I have saved time for just this thing.
Sunday I went to a baby shower. It was really nice. But I have noticed something about showers. As the presents are opened the more and more people ignore the mother-to-be or bride. It as if once your present has been opened you no longer have to pay attention to all the other gifts. I feel that it is a bit rude. Part of that is because we are there for a reason and we should all have to watch the presents being opened. The second is no matter where my gift is placed in the pile it is always opened last and therefore I have to watch all the presents. Next time I am hanging a very large sign on my present that says “OPEN ME! PLEASE OPEN ME! I CAN’T BREATH.” Perhaps I’ll have my present opened first and I can be rude.
I would like to welcome ILOVCOFFEE to the blog world. I am not sure why you didn’t go with SweetandSassy. I look forward to hearing from you.
Tonight I will prime the kitchen. I have saved time for just this thing.
Sunday I went to a baby shower. It was really nice. But I have noticed something about showers. As the presents are opened the more and more people ignore the mother-to-be or bride. It as if once your present has been opened you no longer have to pay attention to all the other gifts. I feel that it is a bit rude. Part of that is because we are there for a reason and we should all have to watch the presents being opened. The second is no matter where my gift is placed in the pile it is always opened last and therefore I have to watch all the presents. Next time I am hanging a very large sign on my present that says “OPEN ME! PLEASE OPEN ME! I CAN’T BREATH.” Perhaps I’ll have my present opened first and I can be rude.
I would like to welcome ILOVCOFFEE to the blog world. I am not sure why you didn’t go with SweetandSassy. I look forward to hearing from you.
Friday, October 28, 2005
What Kitchen? and Success!
The kitchen has come to a complete stop. It has made things interesting around here. Mr. Toad says, “When are you going to sand the cupboards?” I respond with “Right now if you don’t mind dirty laundry.” “Ok well could you work on the kitchen tomorrow?” “Sure I don’t need to make that baby bunting and the bathroom should develop its own personality.” “Hummm well how about…?” “Sounds great could you do my reading and paper for class?” I really do mean to work on the kitchen. I would rather work on the kitchen then clean or do homework but those other things are important too. I need extra days. Granted with an extra day I probably would just do more stuff. So I will work on the kitchen Saturday after the Blood Drive and before the Halloween party. We have come to an understanding of the kitchen project. I will get there and he has to accept that. Accepting the situation is the first step in not killing each other. I am excited that it does look like I will be able to work on the kitchen this weekend.
Last night I went to the Haunted House to sell tickets. It was great. Children trembling and crying before the door even opens. Teenage girls using it as an excuse to hold on tighter to teenage boyfriend. One actor came out to talk at the end of the night laughing. He had just scared teenage boyfriend and teenage boyfriend ran for door leaving teenage girl. All that hard work of building Haunted House night and day and enduring the threats of locked doors paid off.
Last night I went to the Haunted House to sell tickets. It was great. Children trembling and crying before the door even opens. Teenage girls using it as an excuse to hold on tighter to teenage boyfriend. One actor came out to talk at the end of the night laughing. He had just scared teenage boyfriend and teenage boyfriend ran for door leaving teenage girl. All that hard work of building Haunted House night and day and enduring the threats of locked doors paid off.
Tuesday, October 25, 2005
Moving on and hot pink
On a serious note have you ever looked in the past and dreamed about what life could have been like if only this decision or that choice was made? Sometimes I think back to college and wonder about people or wish for a moment. The problem is that we can’t change anything that has happened and everything happens for a reason. Sometimes we look back and only see the great times and we forget all about the bad or the reasons we made a choice. The truth is that we all grow up and change. Things will never be the same no matter how much we want it. You and I would not be the people we are today if any decision or event had gone differently in the past. So I have decided to accept the past and move on in the future. Who needs all that questioning of things that are already past. Can’t change them so why worry about them? I mean don’t we all know that we can never go home after we grow up?
Ok well that is all over. I feel much better. I just needed to get that out of my system.
So class started last night. Apparently there is work involved in this class. I was hoping that I could just skate through the last four classes. Why I thought that just because I was at my last couple of classes they would get easier. I guess I was just hoping. Anyway my class is on New Product Development. Perhaps I can develop a new product to help Mr. Lumpy. I will have to consider this option. Perhaps a new torture device. It should be a fun class.
Did I tell you about the wedding? No? Well this past weekend Mr. Toad and I traveled to DC for a wedding. It was really beautiful and all the friends came out of the woodwork. Our group comes from Texas, Conn., NJ, PA, Va and NC. One might think that this is a rare occasion but the crazy Halloween party coming up this weekend in PA will probably have most of the same people. Anyway friends of ours from NJ have a small monster that originally was suppose to be in the wedding as a flower. Why someone keeps a monster I am not sure but they have had theirs for a couple of years now. On top of having a monster it is a broken monster. The monster apparently tried jumping from some object and broke its leg. I know with a horse they have to put it down for a broken leg but in this case the Drs feel in necessary to place a hard hot pink cast on the leg. The monster was therefore not allowed to be a flower but was allowed to come to the wedding all dressed up in its flower costume. The cast is put on in such a way that the monster can not stand but it did not seem to notice or slow down in anyway. It was a bit funny and sad all at the same time to see the monster scooting around the floor. So after the wedding we all went back to the hotel and while wandering the halls I met a person. Now normally meeting a person in the hallway of a hotel is not strange but this person was dressed all in pink. Right down to the hot pink fishnet stockings. Maybe hot pink was the color for the weekend. No one told me. I am ok with that. I am not a hot pink sort of girl.
Ok well that is all over. I feel much better. I just needed to get that out of my system.
So class started last night. Apparently there is work involved in this class. I was hoping that I could just skate through the last four classes. Why I thought that just because I was at my last couple of classes they would get easier. I guess I was just hoping. Anyway my class is on New Product Development. Perhaps I can develop a new product to help Mr. Lumpy. I will have to consider this option. Perhaps a new torture device. It should be a fun class.
Did I tell you about the wedding? No? Well this past weekend Mr. Toad and I traveled to DC for a wedding. It was really beautiful and all the friends came out of the woodwork. Our group comes from Texas, Conn., NJ, PA, Va and NC. One might think that this is a rare occasion but the crazy Halloween party coming up this weekend in PA will probably have most of the same people. Anyway friends of ours from NJ have a small monster that originally was suppose to be in the wedding as a flower. Why someone keeps a monster I am not sure but they have had theirs for a couple of years now. On top of having a monster it is a broken monster. The monster apparently tried jumping from some object and broke its leg. I know with a horse they have to put it down for a broken leg but in this case the Drs feel in necessary to place a hard hot pink cast on the leg. The monster was therefore not allowed to be a flower but was allowed to come to the wedding all dressed up in its flower costume. The cast is put on in such a way that the monster can not stand but it did not seem to notice or slow down in anyway. It was a bit funny and sad all at the same time to see the monster scooting around the floor. So after the wedding we all went back to the hotel and while wandering the halls I met a person. Now normally meeting a person in the hallway of a hotel is not strange but this person was dressed all in pink. Right down to the hot pink fishnet stockings. Maybe hot pink was the color for the weekend. No one told me. I am ok with that. I am not a hot pink sort of girl.
Monday, October 24, 2005
Changing the locks
What a week! I have been working on the Jaycee Haunted House and we finally opened Friday night. I don't really know how the opening went because after pulling an all nighter to finish construction I went home once the actors started to arrive. Construction was fun. Up the ladder down the ladder. "Could you give me a screw?" "Of course I can give you as many screws as you need." "A little to the right or maybe the left." "What is that goo?" Conversations were interesting and the longer we were there the stranger it got. I spent so much time at the Haunted House that Mr. Toad threatened to change the locks on the doors because there was a very strange woman who kept walking into the house in the middle of the night. Well it is over. On to the next event.
Perhaps I’ll finish the kitchen. Well not tonight. Tonight I have class. I don’t really want to go to class. I am tired of the whole thing. Only four more classes and the whole thing will be over. It doesn’t sound like much but it feels like the end will never come.
Well I am done writing this post. I don’t really feel like writing anything more. I am tired and a bit sad today. Don’t worry, everything will be fine. It is just one of those days. So instead of boring you I’ll wait to write and get back to you later.
Perhaps I’ll finish the kitchen. Well not tonight. Tonight I have class. I don’t really want to go to class. I am tired of the whole thing. Only four more classes and the whole thing will be over. It doesn’t sound like much but it feels like the end will never come.
Well I am done writing this post. I don’t really feel like writing anything more. I am tired and a bit sad today. Don’t worry, everything will be fine. It is just one of those days. So instead of boring you I’ll wait to write and get back to you later.
Monday, October 17, 2005
Bad Movies and Revenge
A weekend alone! Sweet peace. Mr. Toad went to DC with the boys for a bachelor party. It was great. I was ready for him to come home by Sunday afternoon but it was nice to have a night free. Granted I just watched old movies and ate ice cream but no one was there to comment on my bad movie choices or tell me I should eat real food for dinner. Sometimes a person just needs movie and ice cream night.
Mr. Toad has come home with a problem. His nose is stuffy and he complains of feeling a little under the weather. I think he should just stop it! He did not ask me if it was ok for him to get sick. I bet he is just waiting to pass this illness on to me. I am not sure why he would do such a horrible thing to his lovely wife but I can see it in his eyes. He is plotting against me. This is probably the punishment he has been planning for ripping apart his kitchen. He hasn’t thought this through very well. Anyone who knows me realizes that this will be more punishment for him them me. He will have to put up with me being grumpy and whining.
The kitchen is coming along very well. I am ready for primer. Bring on the paint. Hopefully most of the paint makes it to the walls.
So it is quickly approaching that time of year again. That time when friends invite you to their parties on the condition that you dress up in some strange outfit. I have decided Halloween is a great day from a distance. I love seeing others dress up. I like laughing at them or being impressed with their ideas for costumes but as a lazy person I really dislike coming up with a costume myself. This year Mr. Toad and I have been invited to a party that costumes are a must. In fact the host of said party has stated anyone who does not have a costume will have one picked out to wear. The host loves Halloween and has many costumes. As a lazy person the idea of someone else picking out a costume for me sounds great until I remember some of the costumes I have seen Mr. and Mrs. Host wear in the past. I will chose my own. Any ideas out there?
Mr. Toad has come home with a problem. His nose is stuffy and he complains of feeling a little under the weather. I think he should just stop it! He did not ask me if it was ok for him to get sick. I bet he is just waiting to pass this illness on to me. I am not sure why he would do such a horrible thing to his lovely wife but I can see it in his eyes. He is plotting against me. This is probably the punishment he has been planning for ripping apart his kitchen. He hasn’t thought this through very well. Anyone who knows me realizes that this will be more punishment for him them me. He will have to put up with me being grumpy and whining.
The kitchen is coming along very well. I am ready for primer. Bring on the paint. Hopefully most of the paint makes it to the walls.
So it is quickly approaching that time of year again. That time when friends invite you to their parties on the condition that you dress up in some strange outfit. I have decided Halloween is a great day from a distance. I love seeing others dress up. I like laughing at them or being impressed with their ideas for costumes but as a lazy person I really dislike coming up with a costume myself. This year Mr. Toad and I have been invited to a party that costumes are a must. In fact the host of said party has stated anyone who does not have a costume will have one picked out to wear. The host loves Halloween and has many costumes. As a lazy person the idea of someone else picking out a costume for me sounds great until I remember some of the costumes I have seen Mr. and Mrs. Host wear in the past. I will chose my own. Any ideas out there?
Wednesday, October 12, 2005
Sirens and Tape
Just driving along. Thinking about the Haunted House set that I am helping to build for the Jaycees. A great project that supports all our other community events throughout the year. Then I notice the pretty lights in the rearview mirror. Wow they are coming up fast. They must be in a hurry. I’ll pull out of the way and let them pass like a good citizen. Wait they pulled over too. Why? I signaled. My lights are on. I stopped for the red light…. Tap, tap, tap on the window. “Yes?” “Do you know why I pulled you over?” I am thinking at this point “No I didn’t know I was being pulled over.” I just replied “No.” Apparently, I was going 45 in a 25. Now the road is a 35, I have gone back to check, for the entire length except 100 yards from the stop light which I can only assume since I stopped there that I was slowing down, could be wrong. I can’t prove anything. So I have decided to get revenge. Next time we do a fundraiser for the local police department I will be chair and keep a fee for my services. About $105 should do the trick. Can you believe that! The fine was only $25. Then there was the privilege to be pulled over tax, the thank you for driving in town tax and whatever else they can think of.
Meanwhile the construction is still going. Yesterday I skipped building the Haunted House to work on building in my own house. Mr. Toad was threatening me if progress was not made in the kitchen. My guess is that he could have done it but he has not forgiven meL. I thought he had. So I am going along finishing the seams in the drywall and covering nails when I get to a corner. I am not paying attention. But after a few minutes I notice the piece is moving. Why would the drywall move? Mr. Toad who was in charge of screwing had forgotten to put all the screws into this piece. I have several comments at the tip of my keyboard but will leave this alone. Anyway the taping is done or at least the first round is done. I looked like I had rolled in the mud. Tonight I will look like a ghost as I sand down all the bumps I left with my version of taping. The dust will fly and the kitchen will turn white.
Meanwhile the construction is still going. Yesterday I skipped building the Haunted House to work on building in my own house. Mr. Toad was threatening me if progress was not made in the kitchen. My guess is that he could have done it but he has not forgiven meL. I thought he had. So I am going along finishing the seams in the drywall and covering nails when I get to a corner. I am not paying attention. But after a few minutes I notice the piece is moving. Why would the drywall move? Mr. Toad who was in charge of screwing had forgotten to put all the screws into this piece. I have several comments at the tip of my keyboard but will leave this alone. Anyway the taping is done or at least the first round is done. I looked like I had rolled in the mud. Tonight I will look like a ghost as I sand down all the bumps I left with my version of taping. The dust will fly and the kitchen will turn white.
Tuesday, October 11, 2005
Monday, October 10, 2005
The next step...
Look I have discovered where the title was hiding. I know it wasn't very far away but I am still finding out how to use this. Anyway now I can name my little entries. So drywall is still going and going. We have finally finished putting up the drywall but the price was high. After the first piece Mr. Toad and I decided that we couldn’t work together. So I measured and cut the pieces while he read a book and then he screwed the piece into the wall while I did other chores. I think he liked screwing better then measuring anyway. When this project is done it could be years before we are brave enough to try a new project together.
Yesterday, Mr. and Mrs. Construction came to help. They are friends of ours who are continuously remodeling their home. When they finished their last house I think they got bored so they bought a new house that needed fixing. Anyway Mr. Toad and I have baseboard heating in the kitchen. Not really needed. I think that if the room gets really cold just turn on the oven and open the door. Should heat everything up quickly. So Mr. Toad and Mr. Construction spent time following wires and flipping switches, plugging things in and testing outlets. The more the men talked the about what may or may not happen when they cut the white wire made Mrs. Construction and I follow them around with cell phones in hand waiting to call 911. In the end the baseboard heaters were removed without calling 911.
Now it is time for taping. I have been doing a little reading on this. Doesn’t look so hard. I have tape that sticks to the wall all by itself so I just have to put a strip on straight and then cover with goop. Sounds easy but I can imagine it now. It isn’t straight enough, there is a bump, and it won’t actually stick. After many hours of covering myself with goop instead of the wall and yelling at tape that won’t listen I’ll go to bed. When I awake in the morning Mr. Toad has taped my mouth shut. Probably thinking this will make the house quieter for him to read and watch sports but I know how to bang a pots and pans together. That will teach him to tape my mouth shut.
Yesterday, Mr. and Mrs. Construction came to help. They are friends of ours who are continuously remodeling their home. When they finished their last house I think they got bored so they bought a new house that needed fixing. Anyway Mr. Toad and I have baseboard heating in the kitchen. Not really needed. I think that if the room gets really cold just turn on the oven and open the door. Should heat everything up quickly. So Mr. Toad and Mr. Construction spent time following wires and flipping switches, plugging things in and testing outlets. The more the men talked the about what may or may not happen when they cut the white wire made Mrs. Construction and I follow them around with cell phones in hand waiting to call 911. In the end the baseboard heaters were removed without calling 911.
Now it is time for taping. I have been doing a little reading on this. Doesn’t look so hard. I have tape that sticks to the wall all by itself so I just have to put a strip on straight and then cover with goop. Sounds easy but I can imagine it now. It isn’t straight enough, there is a bump, and it won’t actually stick. After many hours of covering myself with goop instead of the wall and yelling at tape that won’t listen I’ll go to bed. When I awake in the morning Mr. Toad has taped my mouth shut. Probably thinking this will make the house quieter for him to read and watch sports but I know how to bang a pots and pans together. That will teach him to tape my mouth shut.
Thursday, October 06, 2005
I have reread my blog. To my great disappointment I have discovered I am not perfect and should make an attempt in the future of reading what I write before publishing. Now that I have confessed that I know things are wrong I will continue on my way. I do not want to read what I write. I will continue to make mistakes just to bother the grammar freaks out there. Hello Mr. Toad!
Mr. Toad has forgiven me! He is going to help with the drywall and I have promised to talk to him before putting any more holes in the walls. I look forward to drywalling. I can imagine it now. He says go right and I go left. He says a little higher then a little lower then to the left to the right. I’ll always be moving in the wrong direction by a little too much or not enough. “Where are the studs?” asks Mr. Toad. “At the strip club, but I don’t think we have time for that!” replies Mrs. Toad. Mr. Toad glares back at Mrs. Toad who has dropped the drywall while trying to dance around the kitchen in her excitement of remodeling. Perhaps Mrs. Toad should call her Daddy to come fix things before Mr. Toad hits her over the head with a hammer.
Yes putting up drywall is going to be fun.
Mr. Toad has forgiven me! He is going to help with the drywall and I have promised to talk to him before putting any more holes in the walls. I look forward to drywalling. I can imagine it now. He says go right and I go left. He says a little higher then a little lower then to the left to the right. I’ll always be moving in the wrong direction by a little too much or not enough. “Where are the studs?” asks Mr. Toad. “At the strip club, but I don’t think we have time for that!” replies Mrs. Toad. Mr. Toad glares back at Mrs. Toad who has dropped the drywall while trying to dance around the kitchen in her excitement of remodeling. Perhaps Mrs. Toad should call her Daddy to come fix things before Mr. Toad hits her over the head with a hammer.
Yes putting up drywall is going to be fun.
Wednesday, October 05, 2005
HOLES! So my kitchen was in desperate need of changes. It has this fake brick around the bottom half of the room. I am not sure why but there it was and it looked fake. Another problem with the kitchen was the frosted melon color on the walls. I am sure I have only seen that color in Don Pablos. Anyway after a year of complaining that the kitchen needed help and a year of being ignored I found the solution. Last Friday I raced home and started cleaning out all the stuff that was in the way. It was surprising the amount of stuff we had stacked in front of the wall to hide the brick. With this done and knowing I would be home alone for a few more hours I drove to the hardware store where I invested in a crowbar. Every woman should have one I have decided. Now with the anticipation building I went home and with a utility knife I scored the drywall just above the brick. Feeling it would be easiest to replace only the bottom half of the wall. Then with a crowbar in hand and a hammer in the other I started making holes and tearing down the offensive wall. The problem came about an hour and half later. As I stood in the kitchen with fake brick and drywall covering the floor and hammer and crowbar in my hands, Mr. Toad came in the door and stopped dead in his tracks. “What are you doing?” roared Mr. Toad. “Nothing” I replied in a very innocent voice. Apparently the evidence was stacked against me. I now have a very upset Mr. Toad and a messy kitchen. As punishment for starting this on my own he has refused to help. I have decided that is ok. I can do this on my own. It will look great when I am done. Now I have done one of two things in starting this. Either I will no longer be ignored and Mr. Toad will help me in my adventures in home remodeling or he will see how am I able to do this on my own and never help again. I fear that Mr. Toad will now just let me work on these things alone.
Tuesday, September 20, 2005
So I continue on with the blog world trying to find my writing style. This is something that I should have learned long ago in school or writing in a diary but I was never very good at those things. I have a half dozen diaries started and I am always good for a few weeks but then more interesting things come along and the diary gets forgotten for months or years. I wish that I had kept one at least of the great adventures I had with my friends.
When I was in first grade I met a girl who was to become one of my best friends. Brownies brought us together. I was taller at the time but this would not be true ten years later. We spent a great amount of time together selling cookies and running wild in her neighborhood. I always had to visit her because her parents didn't like to drive her all the way out in the country to visit. My first discovery of what a great friend I had truely found came several years later. I was in fourth grade and we were at a lock-in for the Girl Scouts. There were games, singing, dancing and swimming. It was the swimming that taught me my first lesson in friendship. While walking along the deck (yes I was walking, there are witnesses) I slipped and fell. As the floor raced up to meet me I stuck my hand out and caught myself. This seemed like a very natural thing at the time except the black and blue wrist that was growing. My troop leader declared I had sprained my wrist and everything would be ok. I was not convinced and refused to participate the rest of the night. My friend raced to my side and sat with me all night. She gave up all the games, singing, dancing and swimming to sit with me while I pouted. The next day as parents came driving up she refused to leave my side until my parents arrived.
Later that day the hospital declaired my wrist broken and wrapped it up tight in a cast.
When I was in first grade I met a girl who was to become one of my best friends. Brownies brought us together. I was taller at the time but this would not be true ten years later. We spent a great amount of time together selling cookies and running wild in her neighborhood. I always had to visit her because her parents didn't like to drive her all the way out in the country to visit. My first discovery of what a great friend I had truely found came several years later. I was in fourth grade and we were at a lock-in for the Girl Scouts. There were games, singing, dancing and swimming. It was the swimming that taught me my first lesson in friendship. While walking along the deck (yes I was walking, there are witnesses) I slipped and fell. As the floor raced up to meet me I stuck my hand out and caught myself. This seemed like a very natural thing at the time except the black and blue wrist that was growing. My troop leader declared I had sprained my wrist and everything would be ok. I was not convinced and refused to participate the rest of the night. My friend raced to my side and sat with me all night. She gave up all the games, singing, dancing and swimming to sit with me while I pouted. The next day as parents came driving up she refused to leave my side until my parents arrived.
Later that day the hospital declaired my wrist broken and wrapped it up tight in a cast.
Monday, September 12, 2005
Plumbers! Yes Plumbers! Our party resulted in the need for Plumbers and the wishful thinking for a landlord that would pay. The party started and the drinks were flowing. Everyone was having a great time except perhaps me because I was still recovering from being sick. Then about midnight the discovery was made. Someone noticed in the corner of the kitchen there was water gathering. It was as if it was gathering its strength to come join the party. Panic, screaming, running in the streets as people fled the water monster that had invaded my kitchen.
Carefully those who remained to fight the water monster moved in. One person with a towel or two, one with a bowl and one with a knife and flashlight all stood in the kitchen warily stepping towards the monster. The towel and bowl people stepped up to the water monster and started collecting the monster in a contained area. Meanwhile the person with the knife walked to the other side of the kitchen and stabbed my ceiling! A hole was cut into the ceiling revealing more water gathering to join the party.
Now your imagination is greatly needed for the next set of events. Imagine 20 people standing outside looking through a sliding door. Each looking on with apprehension waiting to see who will win between the brave group that has consumed too much or the water monster. Another person has stepped forward with a shop-vac to clean up the insulation that has fallen from the ceiling. This seems like a great idea until the shop-vac shows its true nature. While sucking up insulation on one end it is just as quickly blowing it out the other side straight at the onlookers. Apparently the shop-vac had been consuming when we weren’t looking and no longer felt up to the task of sucking up insulation.
That was the story of our party. The good news is that the water monster was coming from the pipes bringing water into the bathroom. Meanwhile I sit in my little cube waiting for Mr. Toad to call and inform me the results of the plumber.
Carefully those who remained to fight the water monster moved in. One person with a towel or two, one with a bowl and one with a knife and flashlight all stood in the kitchen warily stepping towards the monster. The towel and bowl people stepped up to the water monster and started collecting the monster in a contained area. Meanwhile the person with the knife walked to the other side of the kitchen and stabbed my ceiling! A hole was cut into the ceiling revealing more water gathering to join the party.
Now your imagination is greatly needed for the next set of events. Imagine 20 people standing outside looking through a sliding door. Each looking on with apprehension waiting to see who will win between the brave group that has consumed too much or the water monster. Another person has stepped forward with a shop-vac to clean up the insulation that has fallen from the ceiling. This seems like a great idea until the shop-vac shows its true nature. While sucking up insulation on one end it is just as quickly blowing it out the other side straight at the onlookers. Apparently the shop-vac had been consuming when we weren’t looking and no longer felt up to the task of sucking up insulation.
That was the story of our party. The good news is that the water monster was coming from the pipes bringing water into the bathroom. Meanwhile I sit in my little cube waiting for Mr. Toad to call and inform me the results of the plumber.
Friday, September 09, 2005
A mistake was made several months back. After deciding we were going to go on vacation and then forgetting about it the Toad family decided to have a party. So in only one day our house will be invaded by what will seem hundreds of friends. The mad dash to clean house, shop for food and find a party hat to embarrass Mr. Toad is eating up lots of time and the end seems to be charging upon us. Mr. Toad needs a hat because he is turning 30 and feels very old. Mrs. Toad thought the best way to go about the birthday would be to get party hats and toys to make Mr. Toad feel younger and of course embarrass him in the process.
We have done it. We have passed the two-year mark. Two years and we are both still alive. Mr. Toad I fear has come close to not making it on several occasions but I could guess that I also have had some close calls. The one thing that drives me crazy more than anything else he does is when I am in the middle of doing something Mr. Toad will walk in and ask “what I am doing?” or was I was planning on doing the exact thing I currently was working on. For a long time I felt that perhaps my Mr. Toad just wasn’t so bright. Why I had not noticed this before the contract was signed I wasn’t sure but I had somehow trapped myself. Now after careful thinking on the subject I found the answer! Mr. Toad had watched so many sports that he could no longer think for himself without a play by play. I actually have to be a household commentator. This may sound strange but it is the only logical possibility I could think of.
We have done it. We have passed the two-year mark. Two years and we are both still alive. Mr. Toad I fear has come close to not making it on several occasions but I could guess that I also have had some close calls. The one thing that drives me crazy more than anything else he does is when I am in the middle of doing something Mr. Toad will walk in and ask “what I am doing?” or was I was planning on doing the exact thing I currently was working on. For a long time I felt that perhaps my Mr. Toad just wasn’t so bright. Why I had not noticed this before the contract was signed I wasn’t sure but I had somehow trapped myself. Now after careful thinking on the subject I found the answer! Mr. Toad had watched so many sports that he could no longer think for himself without a play by play. I actually have to be a household commentator. This may sound strange but it is the only logical possibility I could think of.
Tuesday, September 06, 2005
Hello, the vacation has ended and the war was at a standstill. I say go right he goes left but we made it all the same. Then of course there is the well now that we are here what do we do?
We traveled to Colonial Williamsburg. It really was delightful. Of course I wanted to enter all the little shops and check things out. Mr. Toad of course chose to guard the door of all the shops. Perhaps he thought that the shop would pick up and take off with me. Probably hoping the shop would indeed take off with me and feared if he went in he might have to stay. The first night there we went to a witch trial. I think Mr. Toad was disappointed that he was unable to suggest me to be the witch in question but we had a great time condemning a little old lady to witchcraft because she could float and other silly reasons they use to have.
Wine tasting of course was on the list. If you ever make it down to the Williamsburg, Va area you should try Williamsburg Winery.
So now we are back and tired. The little creatures of the house seem to be delight we are back. In fact one of the creatures immediately took one of Mr. Toad's shoes and hid under the bed. Now I know that you think in the Toad family that we have a dog with this comment but we don't. That was our oldest cat that has run off with the shoe. She isn't very big and the shoe is very large but she latched onto the shoelace and dragged the shoe behind her. Of course not very dignified looking for a cat but perhaps she feels that if the shoes are hidden then we of course cannot leave the house. The cats seem to be trying to hold us hostage in the house we so nicely allowed them to live in. More likely they allow us to live here.
Oh I almost forgot. Yes Mr. Lumpy you may have met me before.
We traveled to Colonial Williamsburg. It really was delightful. Of course I wanted to enter all the little shops and check things out. Mr. Toad of course chose to guard the door of all the shops. Perhaps he thought that the shop would pick up and take off with me. Probably hoping the shop would indeed take off with me and feared if he went in he might have to stay. The first night there we went to a witch trial. I think Mr. Toad was disappointed that he was unable to suggest me to be the witch in question but we had a great time condemning a little old lady to witchcraft because she could float and other silly reasons they use to have.
Wine tasting of course was on the list. If you ever make it down to the Williamsburg, Va area you should try Williamsburg Winery.
So now we are back and tired. The little creatures of the house seem to be delight we are back. In fact one of the creatures immediately took one of Mr. Toad's shoes and hid under the bed. Now I know that you think in the Toad family that we have a dog with this comment but we don't. That was our oldest cat that has run off with the shoe. She isn't very big and the shoe is very large but she latched onto the shoelace and dragged the shoe behind her. Of course not very dignified looking for a cat but perhaps she feels that if the shoes are hidden then we of course cannot leave the house. The cats seem to be trying to hold us hostage in the house we so nicely allowed them to live in. More likely they allow us to live here.
Oh I almost forgot. Yes Mr. Lumpy you may have met me before.
Saturday, September 03, 2005
Ugh! All I wanted to do was post a comment. Now I have this blog. What to do with it is another question. Must be very careful of what gets placed on the internet you know. What if I want to be President. I mean how hard could being President be anyway? If Bush can do it then I could too.
I guess I should talk of adventure given my title. I'll think about it. I have one great adventure ahead of me this weekend. I am traveling with my other half... hummmm lets call him Mr. Toad. Anyway I can see now. We shall argue about directions on the way there. Sometimes I feel he does it on purpose. I say the map says left so he goes right. Unless there is some giant sign saying "Mr. Toad you need to go left right here!" I will not listen until he had gotten mad that we are lost.
Perhaps I'll tell you all about my adventures when we return.
I guess I should talk of adventure given my title. I'll think about it. I have one great adventure ahead of me this weekend. I am traveling with my other half... hummmm lets call him Mr. Toad. Anyway I can see now. We shall argue about directions on the way there. Sometimes I feel he does it on purpose. I say the map says left so he goes right. Unless there is some giant sign saying "Mr. Toad you need to go left right here!" I will not listen until he had gotten mad that we are lost.
Perhaps I'll tell you all about my adventures when we return.
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