Tuesday, December 21, 2010

Christmas, Finals, Wedding...oh my!

OK, so I know that I didn't do my Fitness Friday post on Friday...I have a very good reason though. Last week was finals week for school...ugh. I detest finals week. It's truly the most awful week of school...aside from midterms of course. They both rank right up there on about the same level. The only difference between the two is that the week of finals is when most projects are due as well. So, I was completely engrossed in "school-world". All of this doesn't mean that I didn't weigh myself though. My new weight is 233. So, I lost a pound. Not bad...but not as good as I was hoping. I will be posting again on Friday, for those following the saga.

Christmas...ugh. I used to love Christmas. But all it has become to me in recent years is two weeks of complete stress. Mike is a Christmas nut. He would never, ever admit it, but he is Clark Griswold at heart. Basically, he is a really annoying nut who carries around lights, extension cords, and timers. Oh, and makes me his very unwilling helper. No matter how many decorations we put outside, he always finds another spot that "needs something". Move on to the indoor decorations. This is my realm--whether I like it or not. Mostly anymore, not. Luckily, as you all know from my earlier post, I was able to scare up some "minions" for the tree that resides in the Family Room. Oh, how I love minions!

I love you my "minions"! I need more! Brothers! Get on this! However, no minions were to be found when I had to put up the tree that I refer to as my "pretty" tree. Behold, the "pretty" tree:

OK, so I am aware that the tree skirt doesn't "go". This tree has been a work in progress, and used to be Blue and Silver, so at that time it did "go". But since the first year, I turned to the colors in the room as inspiration for the tree. And though you cannt tell from this picture, the color palette for that room is autumn tones. "Pretty" tree--check.

Next on the list of "Crap for Christmas" is buying presents. This is not my favorite, and thus, is still not finished. I. Hate. To. Shop. Yes, I realize this is not a normal thing for a chick, but I do not enjoy the crowds, the lack of parking, the helpful salespeople (which is strange since I work in sales), the holiday carols playing over the store intercoms (mocking me), driving in bad weather to spend hours at the mall, nor waiting in line at the cash register. Shopping--not check.

Wrapping--oh, my favorite! It really is. I wrapped all of the presents that Sweetie bought so far (except for what he got me) and thoroughly enjoyed every sweet second of it. Observe: That's not all of 'em, just a small selection. I will be wrapping more as well, the only thing that makes shopping worthwhile.
Next on the list is cookies. Normally, I do about a bajillion different kinds. This year, I am doing three. That's it. If they don't like it then they can bake them. I do not have the time.
On to drama-creator in my life number three...wedding plans. This should not be a problem. I am slowly beginning to understand why the brides on Bridezillas are well, bridezillas. Planning a wedding is really, extremely, exhaustingly stressful. Aside from figuring out all of the logistics, and the money portion of the wedding, I still have to pick out my dress (which I haven't done, because it requires shopping, and worse than that it requires shopping and trying things on...I'm allergic to trying things on. I don't even like to try on shoes.) and I have all of these meetings and appointments that I have to get done now. I mean it, I have to get the bulk of it done now. I am on break from school right now, so my schedule is only half as crazy as normal. For some oddball reason, the vendors for my wedding can't seem to make it to a single scheduled appointment. And frankly I am getting tired of hearing the myriad of reasons why. I do not have time for the drama. My wedding date is not waiting, and I am running out of time. I am pretty patient as it is, but my patience is being pushed to the breaking point. I actually had a meltdown at work today, Bridezilla style.
Seriously...me. I broke down. Freaked. Lost it.
The wedding planner from the venue that I am using cancelled. This isn't the first time. But, right now, we really need to get some of the things that are being done there nailed down, set in stone, finalized. Such as what the hell we are going to be feeding people. I honestly have no time for these delays, so I was really mad. Funny thing is, she cancelled with me over my voicemail. I think she actually asked for my voicemail, because then I couldn't lose it with her.
After my initial meltdown, I happened to get a call from Sweetie, who had gotten a message at home from her off of the answering machine. Boy, I thought I was mad. He was livid. He's the "money-man" by that I mean that he wants numbers right now. Plus, he's sick of all of the cancellations that are going on as well. Especially since he works third (oh, did I mention that chink in the schedule?) and the meetings are hard to come by, and, as I said, this is not the first cancellation. So he was losing it on the phone. The innocent person who had to hear it? That would be me. Like I wasn't mad too! Thanks so much Wedding Planner Lady!
Anyhoo, now I'm home, my blood pressure is starting to return to normal, and I am pulling the last stinkin' batch of freaking cookies out of my oven...
So how's your holiday going?
Merry Christmas.

Friday, December 10, 2010

Fitness Friday

Well, it's Friday, so it is time for my first "Fitness Friday" post. This is going to become a regular thing. Today I'm going to talk about something that sucks the life right out of your healthy eating plan, stress bingeing. Raise your hand if you do this . This is one of the worst habits that I have. I am by nature a nervous person, so I get upset and stressed out really super easy. I don't deal with this by losing it, I deal by eating everything in the immediate vicinity that is not nailed to the floor.

Unfortunately, when it comes to stress eating, vegetables and fruit are out of the question. When stressing out, the only options available are the foods that are "comfort foods". You guys know what they are: doughnuts, cookies, chips, french fries, Big Macs, ice cream, a handful of Hershey's kisses...stuff that tastes like heaven, but later makes you feel like hell. These foods to do absolutely nothing for your energy level.

Handling stress is a real problem for me, and I can get stuck in the rut of grabbing crappy food and scarfing it down. And lately, I've been stressed to the max. That is why when I weighed myself this morning and found that I have gained weight this week and not lost it, I wasn't at all surprised. I was surprised at how much I have gained however. That never ceases to amaze me. I haven't stuck to my plan at all. With Mike back on third shift, evaluations at work, the last week of school, trying to deal with holiday madness, and wedding stuff weighing on my mind daily, I've managed to pack on seven pounds. Yup, seven. 234 this morning. Not good.

So, what does everyone out there in cyber space do to deal with stress? I'm looking for ideas/suggestions here. Don't be shy. You would be helping me deal, and I appreciate any help.

I really wish I was one of those people who had the opposite problem and didn't eat when they stress. This isn't really healthy either, but would be way more helpful in my quest to not look like the Stay Pufft Marshmallow Man at my wedding.

So ideas??? Anyone???? Bueller????

Sunday, December 05, 2010

Oh The Weather Outside Is Frightful...

Who ordered the white stuff???!!!??? It's cold, it's snowy....did I mention, it's cold???? Here in good 'ole Pennsyltucky, you would think that after thirty five years, I would get used to bundling myself up for twenty five minutes to take the dogs out for ten, but, not so much. I would prefer to throw my flip-flops on and have it done. But, we live where there are four seasons, and you take the good with the bad.

I would much prefer it if it would only snow two days before Christmas, and then stop once New Year's Day arrives, but alas, I don't get a voice in the matter. Oh well, it is pretty. Something about a recent snowfall makes the world look clean and new and untouched again. I would be much more enthusiastic about it if I didn't have to give up my four-wheel-drive vehicle because the cost of gas was more than the payment! Now that I'm driving a rollerskate to work, I'm not as excited about snow. (Stupid oil speculators! If I ever run into you, I'm giving you an asswhumpin'!)

Looking outside at the white landscape turns thoughts to Christmas, and all of the stuff that is not done yet for the holiday. As of right now, Mike and I have bought a grand total of one Christmas present (Michelle, I got your back, at least you know you'll be opening something Christmas morning!) Nothing else is done...oh wait, that's right, I hosted Thanksgiving this year at our house. Due to my quick-thinking, I used the "free labor" and put those kiddos to work! The tree in our Family Room is done!

Here's a picture of the kiddos that were used in my "Christmas Sweatshop". Clockwise from Top left is: My nephew Tyler, my great-nephew Isaac, My nephew Tanner, and my great-niece Tola. Cute kids huh? Enough chit-chat! To work with you! No pumpkin pies until that tree is done! (I'm such a meanie!)
Here I am putting hooks on the ornaments. I look thrilled, no? That would be because after searching and searching, I couldn't find the hooks to put the ornaments up with...but because my Mom was Mrs. MacGyver, I didn't let that stop me. I made hooks out of paper clips...there's a hint for Heloise!

So, because I was fashioning hooks out of paperclips, it took a little while for the kids to get the ornaments to put on the tree, so they waited somewhat patiently in line for their turn.

Tola was so funny, she is a definite Christmas Nut, and wanted to hang all of the ornaments up...If I had a nickel for every time I heard "OOOOOh that's pretty! Can I do that one?" I would be on an island in the Caribbean right now instead of in the frozen tundra.

This picture is Tola in heavy negotiations with Tyler for a purple-glitter snowflake. She loved those snowflakes, so I'm going to get some for her for Christmas. Shhhhh! Don't tell her!

My elves, busy at work! They really want some pumpkin pie huh?

Isaac was so funny, you could tell he wanted to be the "cool boy" and not get excited about the pretty ornaments, but when I would unwrap each one his eyes got really big and he got this expression of Wow! Too cute.

Work my minions, woooooork! Bet you didn't know that I had minions, did you?

Ahhh, getting closer. More ornaments than room on the tree...

A lot of Tola's hanging was very low on the tree. I wound up moving them after everyone left. Due to the four-legged children I have.

The finished product. One of the prettiest trees I have ever seen.

I'd like to thank my minions for a job well done! "Can we have pie now Aunt Minnie?"
"Sure, once you get the lights hung up outside!"
"We're going home to have pie Aunt Minnie. Mooooooooooooooom! She's trying to make us put up the outside decorations now! Aren't there child labor laws????"
Well, it was worth a try. I don't have free labor like this often.

I'd like to thank one of my "former minions" my cousin Elizabeth, for taking all of the photos. She's a freshman photography major. And, because she is now nineteen, she's over listening to me when I bark out orders...all good things must come to an end I guess.
But, she did a really good job helping to corral the "staff" and help them get the ornaments on higher branches. Plus, she took some nice candids of the day.

This is Elizabeth, who used to be tiny and wore pigtails and thought I was cool...now, she's grown up and arty and ridiculously smart. (Runs in the family.)

Thanks all of you, because if you hadn't helped, I'd be putting that tree up today. Thanks!

Wednesday, December 01, 2010

Okay Guys, I realize it's not Friday, but I have put this off long enough...

This was me at Halloween. Well, me, and the girls in the family. The girl in the ginormous Police hat is my Sister-in-Law Raine (married to my brother Jim, and expecting the new addition to my family...right now I'm calling the new addition "the Nugget"). The feisty feline is my Sister-in-Law Nan, my wine-drinking partner (see photo below). The cutie-patootie blondie in back is Alley, my Cousin Billy's girlfriend (she's dressed as Alice--so adorable!) And, the chubbo dressed as Little Red Riding Hood would be me. Don't be saying to yourself "geez, she's really hard on herself." Because, you see, it's the God's. honest. truth. I look like Little Red Riding Hood twenty years after the whole debacle with the Big Bad Wolf, and she's really let herself go...although, she does have some awesome rockin' hair going on. I look like I ate all of the goodies in the basket that was being delivered to Grandma...thrice.

(obviously too much wine here, folks...lol)

What's the point of all of this? Well, obviously it's not because I'm overly proud of myself. Because I used to look like this:
(I was 21 here. The cute blonde is my friend Jennifer)
(Taken the same night. The Guy is one of my old "pool-playing buddies" Tom)
(I was 19 here, That is some hair, huh?)
(Fifteen here)
(Sixteen here)

(This picture serves no other purpose than that it makes me lol. I was so cute and drooly huh?)

Now, to the point of all of this. I said a while ago (yes, I did) that I would start posting my weight on Fridays. I have certainly put this off. I know it's not Friday, and I will start posting a regular "Fitness Friday" post. (I would be happy if my readers, small group that they are, would like to join in. Whatever point you would like it to serve to you is fine. You don't have to post your weight like I'm going to be doing. That's very personal. But if you want to do that too, it would be awesome!) I'm going to reveal just how pudgy and out of shape I am....okay....drumroll please....


What, you can't read that???? Okay, yes, I weigh 227 lbs. (Hello world, I now feel completely naked...)

Nobody but me (and one of my BFF's Shanna) knew what it was that I weighed. Not "fo sho". Sweetie's been trying to get it out of me for a long time. He doesn't even know. Good thing he's not a web surfer.

I'm ashamed of how unhealthy I have let myself become. Here is a list of stupid things that cause this:

1. I have a monthly gym membership that I have paid for for going on two years now. I never go.

2. I eat late at night because I have trouble sleeping.

3. If given the extra time, I take a nap rather than exercise.

4. I buy healthy food and it goes to waste because I am too "tired" to fix a salad.

5. I have lost my old habit of vitamins, lots of water, and using the alloted gym time at work (that I get to use on company time--mind you!)

The time for excuses is over. I have a wedding in less than 220 days. I have to get a handle on this SEVERE PROBLEM. And it is a SEVERE PROBLEM.

You may ask yourself "What brought this on, Minnie?" Well, I just finished watching the Biggest Loser Reunion Special. Now, for friends of mine, they know that I love. this. show. BL is awesome. Anyway, I'm watching it and realizing that I weigh as much as the contestants do! I could be on that show! I don't want to be on that show, that would be something I could never ever do. But, I can put myself out there in the world--on my blog--and have a place where I am held accountable for what I have done to myself.

I literally have my engagement picture session on Friday. It will be the LAST TIME I will be that fat. That's the mission. I choose to accept it.

See ya Friday...

Oh, and don't tell anyone what I weigh, OK?

Wednesday, October 27, 2010

Just Checking In...

This is going to be very quick, as I am getting ready for work, and still have to take my two mongrels outside.

My "giveaway" went over like a lead balloon...lol. But, I don't have a ton of readers, so that's okay. My Sister-in-law Raine is expecting, so I'm going to put the extra Fundoodies in her shower gift. Hopefully, it will be the gift that keeps on giving ;)

I'm going to the gym tonight. A huge (literally) Biggest Loser fan, I am so inspired by watching that I realize it's time to get off my ass and do something about it, fer ruhl.

Anyhoodle, I'll be posting about my weight loss on here, since I need to be accountable to someone other than myself. So, weekly I will be posting my weight. That is very scary, because anyone could read this. But, dammit, I'm gonna do it!

So, Friday, and every Friday, you will see my number...fat jokes optional.


Thursday, October 07, 2010

I was just thinking about this,

Doo Doo head, Fartknocker, Butthead, Hosebeast...all names my brothers and I used to call one another. We were so mean with the horrible names. My brothers used to call me L.A. (stood for lard ass...nice huh?) so that they could "swear" without being caught. I used to swear at them in Spanish... Once in a while the word faggot would slip out of our little mouths. (I know it's not politically correct, but it was the 80's and kids threw that word back and forth to one another all the time). If that happened we would take in a very deep breath, because we knew if Gram overheard us, we'd have to look it up in the dictionary. She had a very deep hatred of us calling one another that. I can hear her now: "I don't know why you all think you are so cool when you use that word! Look it up! You are just calling one another a bundle of sticks!" And, she was correct. We'd pull the dictionary out (with her standing over our shoulders) and look it up. There it was Faggot: a bundle of sticks.

That page was so wrinkled and worn, we could turn right to it after a while. Like I said, we were mean to one another. We're not anymore though. We've grown to really love and respect each other. I've found that since we've "grown up" my bros are two of the most wonderful, loving men in the world. We've had to hold one another up during some really tough times. I have nieces and nephews because of them. John is the best Dad I know, and Jim will be when the child they are expecting in May is born. Those two little Fartknockers turned into wonderful guys.

Which brings me to why I was thinking about this today. My nephews have gotten to the name-calling stage. They don't call each other butthead, or fartknocker, I swear, those two have a language all their own. Their name of choice? Dooner. Um, I have no idea what it means, but that's what they say. "You're a Dooner!" "You are such a Dooner." "You Dooner."

I asked them once "What the heck does that mean?" They just shrugged their little shoulders and grinned. It was then I knew...this is a replacement curse word. They think they are getting away with something.

The apple doesn't fall far from the tree...They're going to be Awesome Men.

Thursday, September 30, 2010

Sound the trumpets! I'm givin' sumpthin' away!

Tell your neighbors, tell your friends--read my blog dammit!

This is my very first give away, and it is a cool one, especially if you have a bunch of crumb-snatchin' littles runnin' around the ole homestead. (I've really got to stop the Frontierville-speak, it's a sickness I tell ya!)

A little bit of a backstory here...

I'm an Auntie, but you all know that. What you may or may not have known is that I was also at one time an Elementary/Special Edumakation (he he) major. I love learning about how the rugrats learn, and I only switched majors because I ran out of courses I could take in the evenings. (I work full-time and have adult responsibilities unfortunately, so I couldn't continue my classes, which sucked because I was awesome at that major...4.0 GPA. Then I switched to Marketing. Let's just say I'm reeeeeeally not cut out to be a businesswoman, but I want that stupid piece of paper anyway!)

Anyhoo, my wonderful S.I.L. (Hello Nanners!) was talking with me one day about how she and my Brother (Hey Johnny-boy!) were trying to figure out a new chore system for their house. No kidding guys, the very next day I was on one of the blogs that I lurk often (I'm a lurker, I can admit it, I don't always comment but I do read a lot of blogs) and saw this card game. Long story short, I got on their website and ordered it.

I waited about a week and a half and still hadn't received my little gift for my brother. So, I contacted PayPal, who in turn, contacted the seller at the site. Turns out, the seller was having issues at the time with PayPal not emailing the orders to them in a timely fashion (bad PayPal! very very bad!). She assured me that she would drop my order in the mail that very day. And behold! I received my shipment three days later!

The company involved is called Fundoodies (how cute is that?) and they can be found at http://www.fundoodies.com/ and the girl who handles these orders is THE BEES KNEES man! Because she sent me TWO SETS! One to give to my fam, and one to do whatever with. So, I'm giving it away to ya'll!
This is what it looks like:

Now, this is a game for your kids to teach them how to do chores. It's personalizable for your fam, and has a cool little chart to go with it. I gave my SIL the game over the weekend and she was thrilled. The nephews couldn't wait to give it a try, which of course, is the reason I'm an awesome Auntie--who else could get the kiddos excited about doing work?

So, here are the rules (this is a contest, of course there are rules!):

1.) Please take a gander at the fundoodies website...let's give this wonderful lady some love!

2.) In the comments section of this post, answer this question: "What was your least favorite childhood chore?" (I can't wait to see what gets posted here...)

3.) I will hold the contest open for one week and it will close at 8PM on Friday, October 8, 2011.

4.) I will draw one person's post at random and they will win the giveaway.

4 1/2.) Hey, show me some bloggy love and give me a follow if you get the chance ;) (not necessary to win--I don't want to be accused of bribery).

Wednesday, September 15, 2010

Ahhhh, Philosophy...

...How useless I find you to be...to be, what is useless??? What is to be??

Um, yeah.

This class is a total waste of my time. Much the same as Algebra was. Never mind the fact that I just got my first test back and it was a 70%...which doesn't make me (overachiever) happy at all. I hate classes where there no black, no white, only shades of gray. Be freakin' specific! Give me the right answer and I'll learn it.

Not only that, but, every time I see the name Socrates, I think of Bill & Ted's Excellent Adventure (So-crates! lol, I'm afraid I'll actually call him that name because that is how I have pronounced it since 1989.)

Of course the most wonderful thing about that class is that the professor is the same age as me...that makes me feel sooooooooo unbelievably old. It doesn't help that the two girls that sit in front of me are high school juniors and I could have given birth to them. Nope, that's definitely not helping. Oh and this is a quote from one of them: "I um, know you are like, older than us, but, um, like how old are you?" My response: "Shut the hell up whippersnapper!" just kidding... "35." Then she says "Duuuuuude, like, I didn't think you were that old, my Mom's only like, a year older than you! I thought you were like 28 or something!" Then I told her to turn around and not speak to me for the rest of her natural life. Just kidding. I did give her the old stink eye though.

Annnnnyway, back to the class...

Tonight's topic was "what is good?" Of course, lots of things popped into my head...coffee, chocolate, tequila, chili-cheese fries, beer, chocolate raspberry cheesecake...but that's apparently not what was meant by the topic. Literally, we talked about what "good" is...I'm still not sure what the answer was, sounded like a bunch of pontificating to me, but Philosophy, I'm finding, is mostly B.S. that was given a name so a bunch of pretentious people could try to out-talk one another.

Seriously, do you know what "wasting my time is?" how about "what spending my money on a ridiculous class that has no bearing on the real world whatsoever is?"

I have never known an hour and a half to tick tick tick by so painfully slowly. Algebra wasn't even that boring. At least in that class, the professor wrote notes so fast that your hands were busy copying, even if you weren't paying any attention.

Friday, September 10, 2010

What a long day...

So today I had to do something that I absolutely detest. I had to go to the funeral home. The worst part about it all was that the viewing was for a very young man who lost a battle with a diseased liver. Such a terrible waste.

No offense to the funeral director, who I love (Hi Mr. Edder! You truly are one of the most wonderful people I know!) but I have been to his "parlor" way too much in the past few years. The young man was a veteran, which also wasn't easy because the local VFW does a prayer service at the viewing and I was just in time (talk about lousy timing) to see it. My problem is not with the VFW (you guys are wonderful men, and I thank God every day for those of you who put themselves in harm's way to keep us free) or with the prayer service (I pray a lot myself) but they are so hard to listen to without crying like a baby. The gentlemen from the VFW were the same that were there for my Dad's funeral, I recognized so many of the faces. One of the hardest parts is watching these men, all at different stages in their life (I'm talking even ones that you can tell struggle to walk), file by the casket and salute the deceased. Even now, writing about it I am tearing up. Talk about love, family, comraderie, and just plain respect. Umkay, I'm moving on. Rest in peace Michael, you deserve it. Say hi to my family please? Tell them I love them.

Aaaaaanyhoo....after that ball of fun, I went to my brother's house with a surprise for my nephews. I had bought them each their very own desk. They were so excited. My poor brother had to assemble them right away because the munchkins couldn't wait to organize their little workspaces (they are so much like me sometimes--including an addiction to stationary supplies--okay, maybe I feed that madness a litte, but I'm their aunt and that's what I do...nuff said.).

I didn't spend a ton of money on the desks (they were $39 at Wallyworld) but they were supercute and should take them clear to college. They are both identical with metal frames and a glass top that is red glass. The kids reallllllllly got a kick out of them, and I got many many many hugs in return, which as any aunt will tell you is why we spoil them! I helped them sort out the office supply stashes I brought for them (what? come on, like I couldn't part with some paperclips and rubber bands?) they took their time loading some notebooks and other personal touches. I also gave them each a glass that belonged to my Grandmother and they put their pens and pencils in them. I love that my little guys totally get how special family things are like that. They were so excited to get something that was Great-Grandma's that those glasses almost outshone their spanking new desks. My brother is really teaching them the respect of things like that and I love it.

I'll post pictures once the littles have had a chance to totally personalize their little spaces. I think it will be way more interesting to see how each "decorates" their area.

I didn't get home tonight until 10PM...poor Sweetie. He's barely seen me at all this week, and I miss him so much (third shift--you suck butt!), and I can tell he misses me. Now that school is in full swing, I am at class after work Monday through Thursday until 7:20, and after my commute home, I don't walk in the door until 8:20. That would be on the days that I don't have errands to run (grocery shopping, you are right up there with third shift...). I'm looking forward to tomorrow though, because I'm going to go see Eclipse. I'm going by myself because anyone who would be interested in watching it has already done so. I'm late to the party on the whole Twilight thing, but I'll bring you up to speed on the mania of reading the "saga" really soon. You'll laugh, you'll cry, you'll want to put me in a straight jacket and send me to a rubber room...

Well, it is now 12:30 in the morning, and I do need to get some sleep, so, until next time peeps!

Hello Again.

It has been so long since I've posted anything. I'm sorry, and I promise to never stay gone this long again! Mwuh! I've missed you.

The summer went by in the biggest flash that I'm still checking to make sure that all of my body parts are attached. We had a wonderful summer filled with screeching children in the pool, visits from family, a new car for Michelle, a wedding for Wes & Hailey (congratulations to the beautiful newlyweds), lots of golf (for Mike--my golf clubs were sorely neglected this summer), and me knee-deep in wedding plans for next year.

Oh, and LOTS of hotdogs and hamburgers on the grill.

I promise to fill you in with lots of pictures, stories of newly married friends, impending births, our garden, fireworks, stories about our crazy poochies, and my new love--the Twilight Saga (yes, I've gone to the dark side).

Unfortunately, I have to get ready for work right now, so I must move along and get my crazy puppies outside. I will be back tomorrow for a longer post...and maybe some funny stories about my failed summer dieting attempts.

((((HUGS)))) I promise never to leave you for this long again!

Thursday, May 27, 2010

AAAAACK! It's like it's summer or sumpthin!

Okay, these are totally random thoughts in no particular order:

If my dog Mojo does not stop barking, I may have to rethink my stance on animal cruelty.

To the green Pontiac Sunfire that was tailgating the old guy driving the motorcycle today...you are an asshat, you could've caused an accident, and it's drivers like you that make motorcycle people mad at car people...you seriously suck.

To the person who invented french fries...I heart you and want to marry you.

Those of you who are off work tomorrow and have rubbed it in to all of the rest of us...I'm holding up a finger, can we guess which one?

It's freaking hot outside today, like sweat your balls off hot...not that I have balls, but if I did, they would be sweated off and I would have to put them in my golf bag, because that's where I keep Sweetie's balls, and they might like the company.

To the maker of Dell laptops: stop making shiny laptops. I'm sick of wiping the fingerprints off of mine. That is all.

Never, ever eat a french fry out of the deep fryer for less than three seconds...it's not a smart thing to do...donth askth me how I know thith.

I really need to do an actual post with a point, and also, download the pictures from my camera...

I only have one more room in my Pet Poopsie's house on Petville to procure, which is obviously a cry for some serious help.

Seriously, it's freaking hot out...it's like it's summer or sumpthin!

Friday, April 23, 2010

Brontealong....last Jane Eyre Post

I'm late in posting my last Jane Eyre reflections. That may be because I have watched the movie, but have not finished the book. Thing is, my life can get crazy-busy, and free time to do things that are enjoyable is at a premium, and 90% of the time, sleep rules.

So, my last J.E. post will be about the movie rather than the book. Don't get me wrong, the book is great, but time-consuming as it requires a dictionary at times to check what some of the words mean. At times the dictionary doesn't even have the words I'm looking up and I have to google. That is a little much when I may have fifteen minutes to fit something in.

But the movie...sigh....oh man. I (at first) rented it from Blockbuster. I then went on the wagon with the rest of the folks that have fallen in love and bought it. I now fall asleep every single night with Rochester. Sweetie works third shift, so I am alone at night most times and live out in the country, every little noise keeps me from falling asleep. So, the TV has a sleep timer and I've been putting the DVD in and falling asleep watching the movie. Toby is such a dreamy guy! I'm very interested in finding some of his other movies, just to see more. Melissa and Beth were not only right, but have fueled a new obsession in me. One that Sweetie just doesn't get. He shakes his head and wonders what the attraction is. Although romantic, Sweetie just doesn't get into the period movies. I try to explain, but it is futile. I love the ending of the movie. At that point, Jane has found herself and is so much more confident in her skin, and that is so appealing to me. This is how life is. As I get older, I get bolder.

A people-pleaser like myself can see so much of themselves in the character of Jane. She wants to have friends and loved ones. Once she finds them she is exceedingly loyal. Tending to see the good more than the bad in those around her, and forgiving those who have wronged her are more traits that I share. I have such a hard time holding a grudge, as it is so time-consuming and negative. Jane is the same. Things like that get in the way of living. There is so much of life to be lived. Also, Jane wants to have a voice, one that is heard rather than ignored. I can relate to that. This experience so far has opened my eyes to these things and allowed me to reflect more on the way that I live my life. I want to live it fully, and make sure that what I say is direct to the point. I want to love and be loved, because that's what life is about. All of the money in the world may guarantee that you are comfortable, but it will not make sure you are loved.

Thursday, April 08, 2010

Ahhhh, Rochester Is Growing On Me.

Last night when I got home from work I checked the mail and found that I had received the first disc of the movie Jane Eyre from my rental company. Of course I had to wait until I had fed Sweetie, then did a few minor chores very quickly so I could settle in to watch. OMG! Totally hate that I must wait for disc two. Mailed the first disc this morning at 6:30 AM in the neighborhood mailbox so that the process would go quicker! The rumors are true, this movie is awesome. Even though I'm about a third of the way through the book, and generally know what the ending will be, patience for the arrival of the second half of this movie is going to be hard to come by. According to my calculations, I will have to wait until Monday to receive it, which means that Dancing with the Stars (current guilty pleasure) will have to be DVR'd so that time is free to watch part two.

So now that I've watch the movie, my impressions are:

1. The guy playing Rochester is hot. Um, in the same hotness category for me as to add him to the list of "he's so dreamy" that includes, but is not limited to...Colin Firth, Sean Bean, Viggo Mortensen, Matthew McConaughey, Neal McDonough, (young)Ben Cross, and Gerard Butler.

2. Something that has always bothered me about books adapted to the screen is that so much is either left out, combined into the plot in a different way, or added to it. Sometimes things like this are okay, but other times, it does nothing to move the story along and leaves questions unanswered.

3. I was born a few centuries after I should have been. I would have loved to have been alive for so many other eras, including the ones involving corsets and full skirts.

4. It would be so much fun to be able to wander through that estate. I love the old castle-like illusion of the manor houses shown in films set in Europe. If I had the money, I would re-do our house to resemble one.

5. I could listen to an English accent all day.

6. I want a dog that looks like Pilot...don't you just want to cuddle him?

I'm seriously considering purchasing this movie. If the second half is as good as the first, I probably will.

I googled the actor who plays Rochester and found out that his mother is in the Harry Potter films (which I have also watched), interesting tidbit. He also played James Bond on the radio. I love checking stuff like that out, you can find out so many interesting things. Ruth Wilson, the girl who plays Jane, is also really pretty in full-on makeup (googled her too. lol). She makes a good Jane.

Wednesday, March 31, 2010

My First Official Brontealong Post!!! (Do you hear sirens, bells and massive applause?)

I went online yesterday to put the *highly acclaimed* BBC movie Jane Eyre on my queue on Blockbuster.com (disclaimer--I am not advertising this website, though it is the one we use in our house, and they provide fast service, they have no idea about little old me or my itty bitty blog. Ahem, that is all.) I found out rather quickly that there are literally a gajillion versions of this movie. Wondering right now why I've never seen one!

This one is from 1996, or so it says online. Um, the cover makes it look pret-ty steamy! I may rent to compare. Says that Anna Paquin plays the "young Jane" for all of you True Blood fans.

This one is from the eighties and HEL-LO has Timothy Dalton in it--when he was hot aven! Yum...might have to check this one out as well. It's also almost 4 hours long (239 minutes it says).

This here ditty is from the seventies, the decade I was born in. Actually, it is two years older than me...they don't look at all happy do they? I mean I know it's not exactly a comedy, but they look rather pissed off about something. The Rochester in the picture looks like he's doing the good old "smell the fart" acting.

Ah, yes, the 1971 version with George C. Scott. I don't know if I could watch him as Rochester when the visions of him playing Scrooge would never leave my head.

The 1944 version, with ORSON WELLES???? M'kay, may be worth a view! Elizabeth Taylor is in it too, along with Margaret O'Brien--who I love! Ever see Meet Me In St. Louis? One of my favorite Judy Garland films, well Margaret O'Brien plays Tootie. That movie debuted the song "Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas"...but, I digress...

And of course, the 1934 version, which boasts that it is the first adaptation to use sound. And of course, it is a double feature!

So, I put THE movie in my queue...but I have to wait until we watch and return 2012 to get it. Since Sweetie and I have Friday off, that shouldn't be an issue. I should be able to receive it and view by next weekend! Then I'll know what all the buzz is about--hate being out of the loop!

I've begun to read the book. Now, I read this book years ago for school, and of course when you are forced to read something, enjoyment is out the window. Had I picked it up on my own I would have loved it. So far, I wish I had more time to read, because I don't want to put it down. I've fallen asleep reading it two nights in a row. Can't read before bed anymore, puts me right to sleep! The way Bronte paints the picture though is marvelous. When she talks about the chill in the air, I pull the covers closer to myself. When she describes the attitude of Jane's cousins I want to crawl in that book and smack 'em. I know that the book describes the Aunt as "stocky" but I picture her in my head looking like Margaret Hamilton:

It's a compulsion that can't be helped. I feel the same way about the Superintendent of the school. Keep picturing Eliza Jane from Little House on the Prairie.

Okay, so, here's my question, if you were to cast anybody, in any role in your own awesome, mind's eye view of Jane Eyre--who would it be?

Come on, Indulge my craziness!

Monday, March 29, 2010


I just wanted to apologize for missing Pink Saturday, something came up on the homefront that kept me from posting that day. My apologies. Perhaps I'll blog about it sometime in the future, not sure yet. Again, sorry guys...I'm going to have to take the time to check out others' posts from Sat. Have a great Monday everyone, and hopefully, I'll have a moment to post soon.

Monday, March 22, 2010


We have an invader in our pond...

This is not our invader, I haven't gotten a picture of him yet, this is a picture from the internet.
We have a muskrat.
Sweetie is not pleased, and he will have to trap it out, which is something we don't like to do, but these little varmints are destructive.
I wish he would just move along on his own, but because Sweetie dealt with the Great Muskrat Invasion of '02, we know that won't happen.
I'm trying not to name him because that will make eradication harder...it's the animal lover in me, but I know he can't stay.
P.S. Check out the orange teeth on that sucker! I wonder if they all have orange teeth...

Saturday, March 20, 2010

My Return to Pink Saturdays.

Hi all! I've been away for a while, our family has been dealing with a lot lately and it has kept me from blogging. Now though, I have decided to blog to help heal, sort of. I love blogging for Pink Saturdays, and I love the idea behind it. So, I always felt most guilty about not blogging on Saturdays. Life must go on, and part of my life now is planning my wedding. Which brings me to my Pink Saturday picture. It is not a picture I have taken myself, rather, it is an idea for the topper to my wedding cake. This can be found at Personal Creations:
Now, most of you know that my name is Minnie, and Sweetie's name is Mike. Let me tell you that my family was thrilled when they found out that I was dating a guy named Michael...I had finally found my Mickey in their eyes. I have been receiving Minnie Mouse stuff my whole life from my family, and now Sweetie often finds a Mickey item among his gifts at Christmas and on his Birthday (welcome to my life, Sweetie). So I knew that I wanted to incorporate Mickey and Minnie in the wedding somehow, though I didn't want a Disney theme at all. I thought that this would be a fun way to do that. What do you all think? (The teacup would be personalized with our names, and if they can fit it, the wedding date.)

A new, and wonderful idea is to introduce one of the other Pink Saturday participants to everyone. One of my favorites is found here: http://www.charmschooljewels.blogspot.com/ (sorry guys, I'm still a bit of a spaz when it comes to linking stuff, I'll figure it out eventually). From today's post, I see that she has a wonderful sweetie as well. I guess I'm not the only one who pulls their honey into their madness! If you check the archives of my pink saturday posts, you will see a picture of my very manly man in pink slippers that he gave me permission to put in my blog. He's very secure in his masculinity you see. Or, he knew I would put it there anyway...

Saturday funny for today: Sweetie trying to make himself breakfast and trying to get sausage out of a Bob Evans tube-style package. Picture it, he cuts the end off and stands there squeezing out the sausage looking at me saying "how the hell does this work?" LOL!!!! Someone does not make himself breakfast often...

Wednesday, March 17, 2010

Monday, March 15, 2010

St. Patrick's Day...The Most Wonderful Time Of The Year!

I love St. Patrick's Day. When I say I love it, I don't mean it like "I love that dress", I mean it is my absolute favorite holiday of the year. Ya'll can keep Christmas, Halloween, and Easter, St. Pat's is where it's at! I have the most decorations for this holiday, and I add to my collection every year. I have more than four shirts, shoes, numerous hats, jewelry, socks, etc., all with a St. Pat's theme. When I lived in the "Big City" (if you can call Erie, PA a big city) I used to take the 17th and 18th of March off and party hardy! Now that I live in the sticks, I can't really do that, there are too many other obligations. Sweetie and I do throw a party every year that we've been together for the holiday. I've given him a new appreciation of his Irish background and influenced his love for the day as well. We even have a four-foot-tall shamrock that lights up that we put in our yard for the special event. This year our party is on the 20th, and I can't wait. Our family needs a fun time, reason to celebrate something. We've had enough heartache and sadness for a long while.

So, I was pulling out my decorations for the day, and I am MISSING STUFF!!!!! I can't find one of my boxes of celebratory junk! The box with my pub signs (yes I have multiple) and bedazzled shamrocks (those number more than one as well) is missing. Not good. I don't know where in creation I could have put them. I'm freaking out here. So, I'm going to have to tear the house apart to find them. I will find them!

Bronte-along: All You Ever Wanted To Know...

I will be participating in something new and fun, the Bronte-along! It is the brainchild of the woman found here. I'm ordering Jane Eyre today from Amazon, and will be discussing it on my blog. We've also been urged to watch the movie, check Melissa's blog--according to her, we will all want the lead male character by the end. If it's anything like Sense & Sensibility, that is probably true. So check back with me! Let's discuss!

Sunday, March 14, 2010

Wasting Time

Really. That's what I am doing here. It's 8:30AM, really 7:30AM, stupid time change thing. I'm not wanting to do a single thing that I need to do today. I need to finish cleaning, file my student aid forms, and do laundry. I don't want to do any of that. I want to take a nap, veg out, and find a moment of peace this weekend. So here I am playing Social City on Facebook, drinking coffee, blogging, and feeling extremely guilty for not doing what I need to do. I got a lot accomplished yesterday though. It may not look that way to the untrained eye, but I know how much stuff was taken care of, and how long it took me.

Little Women is on the TV, such a good movie, such a great book. I loved Louisa May Alcott when I was a girl. I read all of the books, and I'm that they never made a movie about the rest of them, they were all good. Also, out the window, what was darkness has lightened up to a gray, wet morning. Not a help for my lazy mood. It is cool however, to sit and watch the flocks of birds as they land, sit for a second, then move to a different part of the field next door. The snow is almost gone, there are just three parts of it left that once were snowbanks that stood almost as tall as me. The ice is nearly melted on the pond, with only a small oval of it still in the center, where the pond is deepest and holds the cold longest.

So, here I sit, daydreaming about being able to stay at home all of the time, take care of the house, yard, dogs, and just be creative. It's been so long since I've had idle time to paint, crochet, read, bake, or do any of the things that spell joy to me. As I was going through some of Mom's things yesterday I thought about how I would really like to scrapbook some of the cool stuff I found for my brothers' families. I would love to make scrapbooks for them with our family information and sentimental stories. Our family may not have had a lot of money, but we were once a colorful, close-knit bunch. Thinking about it now is bringing tears to my eyes, because I miss them so much. It's strange to think that now my brothers and I are the oldest in the immediate family. Oh, we have Aunts and Uncles left, but Grandparents and Parents are all gone. So quickly. I think that the silence in the house is contributing to this introspection. The little ones in the family are missing out on the most, because they only have one grandparent left. Their Mother's Mother. Sad. Well, I've got to get myself out of this little funk and get moving, otherwise nothing will get done today.

Saturday, March 13, 2010

Tidying Up...Let's Just Heave It All Into The Trash.

I'm in the midst of the great hoe out of my office/work area/holiday storage room gone terribly, terribly wrong. Actually, I'm at the half-way point...I think. I can't believe I had so much stuff stashed in this room. Oy. Cleaning it has been a nightmare, but I may be on the downhill slide. The "drop-off" occurred last night, both brothers, one sister-in-law and Sweetie helped to bring all of the aforementioned junk into our house. It was surprising and sad to peel back the first layer of the things that came from Mom's Some of it was mine anyway, from the time I spent with Mom after my roommate moved out of state. Other stuff was Mom's. Actually, a lot of sentimental stuff and paperwork. I haven't gone through that, but one thing I did unearth was the guestbook/memory book from Mom and Dad's wedding. It made me kind of sad that Mom never filled much of the book out. Not a huge shock, because our baby books are like that too. She started filling them in, but never finished, and what is filled out is sparse information. I'm glad I don't need to know a lot of that stuff.

Sweetie brought me roses when he came home from work this morning. I think he feels a little bad about jumping all over me because of the arrival of the junk. He knows there's no way around it, the stuff has to be gone through, he was mainly upset because it messes with his orderly sensiblities. We made up though, we don't really stay mad at one another long, it's a waste of time and energy.

It's been raining all day. Which is good because of the work I need to accomplish, but bad because it has been really gloomy in the house today. No sunshine coming in the windows makes for a "wanna nap" kind of day.

I just really want to finish this room. I did get "before" pictures, and I'm ashamed to say they are bad...really bad. It was a disaster area. It's looking better now, and the further along I get, the better it is looking (yay!).

Well I'd better wrap it up. I figured I'd drop in for a second (to give myself a cleaning breather) to keep ya'll up to speed on the progress. I'll be back tomorrow with another installment. Ta-Ta!

Friday, March 12, 2010

What A Day...Should've Stayed In Bed.

Today started off foggy...really, really foggy. Literally, it was so foggy that the wind was blowing it around into a swirling mass. Not a huge surprise that it was so foggy, because the temperature last night did not fall above freezing for the first time in a very long time, so the fog was caused by the warm temperatures combined with the cold off of the melting snow. Made for some good times commuting to work today. I love low visability. I got home early (meaning I didn't stop for any errands, just went straight home) to prepare for the impending drop-off of junk that my bro was going to bring by. More on that later. Anyway, when I got home, Sweetie had just gotten out of bed. I could tell by his major bedhead and bleary eyes. He was letting the dogs outside as I was pulling into the driveway. So I stood outside with him for a little bit, listening to him complain to me about said drop-off. Have I mentioned he's anal-retentive about clutter??? OCD?? Oh, yeah. After listening to him list and categorize all of his complaints, then telling them he was more than welcome to write them all down and submit them to management, I went inside to do a little quick cleaning, as I would be doing just that all weekend and I wanted to get a jump-start on it. So, while I was doing that, Sweetie finished letting the dogs out and put them back into their crates while he cleaned up the yard a little bit. I dusted and unloaded, then reloaded the dishwasher in about 45 minutes. Sweetie came in from outside and came to the kitchen and we chatted about bills for about five minutes, then he said he was going to run into town really quick to pick up a lottery ticket. I told him to let the dogs out of their crates so I could feed them...that's when all hell broke loose.

Apparently, even though Mojo, our shepard had already been outside less than an hour before, and peed on every spot he could find in the yard to pee on, he decided that today would be a good day to mark his crate as well. I swear to God, that dog has a huge bladder or something, because his crate was filled with pee...of course my resident neat-freak blew a gasket. I mean blew. his. top. Not that I was pleased, because now I had to clean the crate, and the dog--to top it all off, none of us had eaten dinner yet, and my brother was on his way over with a truckload of stuff from my Mom's. Joy.

That was my day...how was yours?

Thursday, March 11, 2010

This Makes Me SOOOOO Happy!

Um, it's hot in my house! Can you believe it? It is actually hot in here. 77 degrees to be exact. In March. In Pennsyltucky. Who knew. Funny thing is, it isn't that shocking for March, just shocking for how early in March it is. When I was driving home it was 64 degrees at 5PM. That is unbelievable. I'm getting ready to put on shorts and a t-shirt, because it is too warm in here for jeans and a sweatshirt, and that makes me giggle like a little schoolgirl.

On to other news, I got another pair of contacts today. This is an on-going battle for me. The wonderful eye doctors that have put up with me for years all know that I have issues with contacts. This annoys me because I hate to be chained to the very thick glasses that I have to wear because of my awful eyesight. I have had that ball and chain since the third grade, and it is getting mighty old. This new eye doctor (wonderful woman that she is) has tried me on three types (at no charge...told you she was wonderful). She said she will keep trying until she finds some that work for me. (Did I mention I love her?) The ones I have in now are semi-comfortable. The left eye is bothering me still, but that is to be expected because that eye is the worst for contacts. Two things keep me in the realm of sucky contact wearer person: I have a birth defect in my eyes that has to do with astigmatism. NORMAL people with astigmatism have egg shaped lenses (or corneas, or something like that) that run horizontally or vertically. My deformed eyes run diagonally...yep, it's confirmed, I'm a medical weirdo. The second thing is, Dr. Wonderful (which is how she will now be referred to for the sake of me not having to type "my new wonderful eye doctor all the time) tested my eyes to see how quickly the tears evaporate after I blink. NORMAL people's tears take between ten to fifteen seconds after they blink to evaporate. Mine take, get this, three seconds. No wonder my eyes are itchy and irritated even when not wearing contacts. Thankfully, Dr. Wonderful cracked the code on that one, which makes me wonder: why didn't any other eye doctor check me for this after my repeated complaints to them? Anyhoo, she told me to take fish oil capsules for a while to see if it helps. If it doesn't, then I get to go in for a wonderful procedure where they plug the lower tear ducts on my eyes. That grosses me out, so I'm saying "go huge fish oil capsules that cost me $40 from GNC for a one-month supply, Go!"

I think my dogs have spring fever. I know I do, so it would make sense that they do as well. Problem is, this has caused them to take three times as long to go to the bathroom when they go out. They have to sniff everything, especially now that the snow is melting. This wouldn't be so bad except I have to go out with them and stand there...and wait...and wait...and wait. They will not (even if they could be trusted to do so) go outside by themselves. If I attempt to reenter the house after letting them out, they run right back to the door to come in. Separation Anxiety anyone? This is what requires me to get up at 4AM when I have to work the early shift (7:30-4:00) at work. This is why I'm tired and cranky on the week I have early shift, which coincidentally is this week.

And lastly on the new news line, is that I'm going to attempt to clean my office/crafting area/storage room for all things holiday. This will please Sweetie to no end since he has been after me to hoe through that room, um, for three years (she says sheepishly, while blushing). Basically up to this point I have painted the room purple (my fave color) and then proceeded to fill it with a large amount of crap. If it didn't have a home it went in that room. All of the stuff that I kept of my Mom's is in that room. One of the reasons it has to be done is because my lovely brother John is bringing over more of said stuff on Saturday. So, to keep Sweetie from busting an artery, I must clean and reorganize that room (especially since he has no idea about the drop). The other reason I'm going to do it is because that room pisses me off too. I don't like not knowing where anything is in there. I haven't seen the top of my desk since it was moved in, and have taken over Sweetie's desk (which makes him so happy, since I have added to the overall clutter of his office--you love me Sweetie, remember?) since I cannot use mine. Plus, I have all kinds of paperwork for the wedding, and other organizing that I need to do, and that room absolutely needs to be the hub.

St. Patrick's Day is coming up, my FAVORITE holiday. I claim my Irish heritage more than the others in my background, mostly because it is the most colorful heritage I can claim, but also because then I can blame my love of the liquid libation on that. We are having our annual party the Saturday following, so I also have to deep clean the house. I'm not talking de-clutter, I'm talking shampooing carpets, washing down walls, disinfecting within an inch of my life. Sweetie is a neat freak that puts all other neat freaks to shame. To me what is clean to a clinical level is to him passable. I'm definitely the Oscar to his Felix.

So that's the skinny on life for me right now. I'll be busy as heck. I'll try to take pictures of my Hurricane Room so the before and after shots can be recorded for posterity. I'll also take more pictures of the tiling job we did, but I'm waiting for Sweetie to trim it out so I'll have a final finished look pic for you. So, ta-ta for today.

Ten Truths That Nobody Tells You About Grout.

1. When Sweetie tells you he needs your help, he doesn't take into account that you are controlling about home-improvement projects and you will finally make him move and do it yourself. His only job will be sponging up your mess.
2. Make sure to wear some sort of latex glove when using dark-colored grout, unless you want your formerly semi-feminine hands to look as if you've been working on a carburetor for the last five weeks . (This is true no matter how much you scrub your hands...finally you just give up any idea of having feminine-looking paws.)
3. Yes sanded grout looks better with natural stone, but it's a real pain in the patootie to work with.
4. There is a warning on the box of grout mix politely telling you not to inhale any of the grout dust or you could end up with lung cancer. Do these people ever work with their product? There is no non-dust producing way of dumping the mix into a bucket to mix with water. They do not include a respirator with the box. And this is sold to the public--why don't they just make the stuff out of asbestos dust and just have it done?
5. When the home-improvement people try to sell you on the sponges made specifically for tiling projects, listen to them. Otherwise, you will spend a lot of time cleaning up little tiny pieces of carwash sponge that deposit themselves on your project. The money is worth saving your time.
6. Don't start this project at 7PM on a weeknight when you have to get up for work at 4AM. If you do this you will be in trouble. No matter how easy the project looks like it is, grout is evil and it will fight you.
7. When you do not have them, those turtle-like kneepads that they sell for flooring projects sound like a gift from God about three hours into a flooring project. My knees still hurt this morning. Slate tile is not forgiving to your limbs.
8. When butting this tile up against your light-color, natural-stone fireplace, dark grout and tile is a beautiful contrast. Keep in mind though, that you will be scrubbing this grout off of the beautiful, light-color, natural-stone fireplace for three hours or more with a toothbrush to keep it from staining.
9. Keep one of those tiny little whisk brooms with a matching dustpan handy. You know, the ones that you see in the store and wonder to yourself "what would I ever use that for?", when you are working with sanded grout you suddenly know why that would be a crucial tool for the project. Especially as you attempt to sweep the grout crumbs up with your hand, you will wish for that nifty little household tool.
10. If you can afford to hire a contractor to do said project, hire one...and because you are well-off enough to do this, you also have the money to head to a spa and have a facial and massage while the project is in progress. It will be much more gratifying to come home to your finished tile project with tighter pores and loose muscles. Seriously.

Wednesday, March 10, 2010

Blogger makes me mad sometimes...

I should learn to write my blog, then copy and paste...for some reason, if I take any amount of time to write, it will not publish and I lose all of the work I've just done. This makes me so angry. I was actually writing a nice, upbeat post about how beautiful it was outside today, but this pain in the butt glitch has reared its ugly head yet again. Now I'm agitated. Sorry, maybe the weather will be nice tomorrow to put me back in the mood, or perhaps I will get one second to myself later to rewrite.

Tuesday, March 09, 2010

It's Beautiful Out There...

I really wish today were Saturday. The temperature is in the fifties and the sun is shining. Not bad for March in our little corner of Northwest Pennsyltucky. However, rather than being able to hang around outside, I'm stuck in my partial cubicle in the office at work. NOT FAIR. It is so hard sitting here, looking outside my window and wishing that I were one of the myriad of farmers that lives in my small town. Even though there is work to be done on a farm, you have the time to bask in the sweetness of nature, especially during days like today. I love, when the weather is nice, checking my trees and shrubs for signs of spring. To see how big the buds are getting, just knowing that green is not that far away.

I joke with Sweetie all of the time about winning the powerball, just so that we have the time to stop and smell the roses. Like Ferris Bueller says "Life moves pretty fast. You don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it." No truer words were ever spoken, especially on a beautiful day like today. Makes you want to play hooky.

Saturday, March 06, 2010

Time Flies By

It has been a very long time since I have written about anything on this blog. Our family has been going through quite a lot. Since the last time I have written, we have lost the fourth person in our family in four years. So much death lately, I'm beginning to wonder if anything happy can happen. I'm trying very hard to get out of this funk that I am in, but am stressed beyond my capacities some days. Some days it seems very hard to get out of bed. I think perhaps it would be a good idea to put my thoughts down, but I hate dwelling on the negative all the time. It's just so hard, having lost Mom in 2007, Dad in 2008, Grandma in 2009, and now George in 2010. I know that life goes on, and that none of them would want us to just stop living and loving life, and I know that my family would want me to be enjoying the thought of Mike and I getting married next year, but it is so hard to push the thoughts of missing them and the sadness involved out of my head. I'm going to try to though. So, hopefully, I'll be back to myself soon.