He is risen!! Hallelujah!!
May y’all have a wonderful day :)
I’m so sorry I haven’t been blogging here in a few days. I’ve been having some health concerns and had to get all my ducks to the other side. Things are fine, but if you remember this, then you’ll understand. I am blessed with a recurrence and a fabulous outlook, because it could always be worse. Anyway, that’s over and done with and I can now get back to the regularly (pshaw!) scheduled blog.
Today’s list will be the last for a while. It gets harder and harder to do a Never List as I blog along. And I find lists to be like cheating. I do feel like I don’t put effort into a post when I do a list. Although it takes me FOREVER to think of a topic, so I have that going for me.
Unless the cow has two different genetic codes, I fail to see why you can’t eat steak with ketchup.
Sure, some time back they were necessary. But the steering wheel has come a long way, baby.
Your lip has some of the thinnest skin on your persona and you want to polish it?
And still, people don’t notice that.
Seriously, I don’t get how a woman could lower herself to that point, especially when she is in the wrong.
Anyway, that’s it for now. I’m off to take some Tylenol™ because I am not supposed to have any blood thinning pain medication after having needles in my upper pectoral area. Now that you have that visual, I hope you can enjoy the rest of your Thursday ;)
….because Easter is coming!!!
Not that you could tell with the weather. Apparently, Winter wants to enjoy Summer just as much as we do. But no matter. Soon enough we will be enjoying warmer weather and complaining about that, too.
One thing that Winter can’t stop is the coming of Easter and that means THE END OF LENT!! And you had better believe I am ready for it.
That’s for the brunch after church service. Mimosas will look AWESOME served in such glamour! And for the afternoon, a special gift from my dad. No clue what he is trying to tell me, though.
Nope, not a clue. But it is handy. After a while, you just don’t want to mess with glass while drinking. So I hear. Anyway, a cold front has decided to come visit us, so I’m off to get groceries for the coming Apocalypse Week. We hit 40* F here and go on a wild buying binge for the probable end. We do freaking out well. It’s almost an art around here.
Hope y’all stay warm and cozy and have plenty of milk and eggs and bread :)
The other day I was grocery shopping when a gent asked my opinion on wine.
I was in the baking section.
I simply shrugged it off as just a passing thing, until he asked me what I prefer to drink when on a date. I told him that HUBBY AND I prefer to drink whisky. He scooted off with a murmured “thank you ma’am”. Later, while at the check-out line, another gent asked if I was making Caprese salad for dinner (I had tomatoes, basil, and mozzarella cheese), to which I replied in the affirmative. He then goes on to exclaim how much he LOVES it and how he prepares it, and then offers to teach me his method of Caprese salad making. I seriously thought I was in the Twilight Zone. No one but acquaintances and friends and the cashier ever speak to me, and here were two men who were giving me grocery pick up lines?? And then I figured out why:
Yep, THAT is the shirt I was wearing. Men are simple, I guess. But that got me to thinking about truly horrible pick up lines. And honestly I drew a major blank, so I had to ask Hubby and other male friends. And the results were awesome!
After hearing that, I would pray for spontaneous combustion.
In a smoky bar with a disco ball and lasers and spotlights? If you do, you may need LSD to make things normal.
I give this one marks for honesty.
If an angel falls from Heaven, they are now serving in Hell. So you basically called her Satan’s minion.
It only works for the Bellamy Brothers.
So that’s the list for this week. Hope y’all never have to hear any of these at the grocery store ;)
This is turning into How-To Week, isn’t it?
Yesterday, I took Son to the dentist for his biannual cleaning. Since I usually wait for the kids, I decided to take a book to alter to keep myself occupied and entertained. It’s therapeutic, and makes time pass rather quickly. Now, most people tend to ask what I’m doing out of curiosity, and they are pleased with the way the book turns out. But one lady yesterday was not so happy.
As I sat there folding pages, she came and sat one chair away from me (observing the personal space rule of waiting rooms), and decided to engage me in a debate of sorts.
Lady: You know you are destroying a book, right?
Me: I’m sorry?
Lady: You are destroying a book. You shouldn’t do that. That’s like banning or burning it!
Me: How am I destroying this book?
Lady: Well, you are folding it and now no one can read it.
Me: No one was reading it. This book was being tossed out in the recycling bin by the thrift store because no one wished to purchase a mass market romance paperback from 1974. It was destined to be mulched and re-purposed as kindling as a fake log. I thought it would be far more kind to alter it into a pretty sculpture that one can pull apart and read IF one is curious enough to do so. I have not desecrated the words with fire or with censorship in any way. I’m simply giving this poor book a new chance at life.
Lady: Well, it’s still wrong to treat a book that way.
Me: So you would rather it be burned as a fake log than be someone’s little literary surprise? Who is burning books now?
Lady: You don’t understand…
Me: I understand perfectly well. You see a book as an object with one purpose in life. I see it as something to be treasured in all forms. We can differ in opinion but you can’t force your opinion on me, just as I can’t force my opinion on you. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I would like to finish this before my son is done.
Me: *goes back to folding*
She eventually moved to the other side of the waiting room. I could feel her disapproving glances as I continued to fold, which made me smile all the more. Perhaps I was a bit mean, but apparently the lady forgot that one should never, ever judge a book by its cover ;)
Wow, look at this! Three posts in a row!! WHOO HOO!!
Yesterday, I was in a conversation with blog friend Tiberius over at the social-site-with-faces, complaining about how I never finish folding my laundry because I hate, hate, HATE folding underwear and socks. I despise it with every fiber of my being.
Tiberius: Caught up on all the washing backlog?
Me: Ugh, sorta.
Tiberius: What happened?
Me: One load left to fold and I hate doing socks and underwear.
Tiberius: You don’t fold socks and underwear do you?
Me: I do!
My mom trained us to fold everything. Heck, she even ironed my dad’s boxers. She was militant about folding things correctly. And by “correctly”, I mean “her way”. Yes, even fitted sheets.
Socks, pantyhose, stockings… as long as you pair them, you’re good to go. Unless your sock drawer looks like former President Bush 41′s colorful array. Then you shouldn’t even bother with pairing them.
I understand folding napkins, but placemats??
Sure, short sleeve T-shirts are easy to fold if you choose to fold them. But long sleeved? I feel like I’m constructing an accordion.
Disclosure: I do. But I was kind enough to tell my kids they could just lay them out flat, or throw them in the drawers as long as they did their laundry, and they were clean. You have to pick your battles.
Sigh…. I know how to fold a fitted sheet. My mother taught me, and I learned the Martha Stewart way, as well. But what is the point?? Even if you wad it up into a ball, you end up stretching it over the mattress and that takes care of all the wrinkles! GAH!!
So that’s my Never List for today. To fold or not to fold, that’s not the question. The question is, what to do with the extra time?? ;)
A few days ago, our blogger friend Nicole posted her list of personal book likings and dislikings. She took her cue from Lynn over at Violins and Starships, which should win best blog name on the interwebs. Anyway, reading books is something I love to do. I also love to make art out of them, but that’s for another blog.
1. Your favorite book: Soooooo difficult, but I really can’t pick just one.
2. Your least favorite book: In the last decade, that would be The Da Vinci Code. I wanted to throw it away by the end of the second chapter.
3. A book that completely surprised you (bad or good): Hm…. I would have to say I didn’t expect to like The Giver, by Lois Lowry. I read it since Eldest was assigned the book for school, and found it well-written, even for adults.
4. A book that reminds you of home: Postal de Tierra Adentro (Postcard from the Inner Land), by C. O. Padilla. Literally, a book about my hometown.
5. A non-fiction book that you actually enjoyed: The Monuments Men, by Robert Edsel.
6. A book that makes you cry: A Knight in Shining Armor, by Jude Deveraux. Yes, it’s a romance novel. But I found the concept of souls meeting again, instead of bodies, to be enchanting.
7. A book that’s hard to read: Ulysses, by James Joyce. GAH!!
8. An unpopular book you believe should be a bestseller: I don’t really know of any.
9. A book you’ve read more than once: All of them, except Pet Sematary.
10. The first novel you remember reading: The Secret of the Old Clock, by Carolyn Keene. Yes, Nancy Drew was my portal into the world of reading.
Yes, blog is still here. I took a long weekend off from blogging anywhere. I was a bit rundown, and needed to recharge. There was also the question of cleaning house which
had been ignored needed to be addressed. I also managed to address some book folding and some shopping.
Wedding gifts do not purchase themselves. Ask any woman.
Today is April Fools’ Day, and I find myself wondering why we designate only one day for that. In my opinion, designating a month for it is still not long enough. On the other hand, at least I don’t live in France and have to deal with someone trying to adhere a fish to my back. There is always a silver lining. In my case, the silver lining is usually aluminium. Which is fine, because it’s great for cooking.
There’s a lot of rambling in my head today.
Actually, there’s a lot of rambling in my head every day. The sad part is, the absence or presence of booze doesn’t have anything to do with it. So I have that going for me, right? RIGHT?? Don’t answer. I don’t think my ego can take it. At least not until I’ve had my third cup of coffee. Which is probably the reason I ramble so much. Viscous circles, you know.
(I interrupt this not-so-regularly scheduled post while I take Son to get braces. Highlight of day: accomplished!)
So today finds me being a bit domestic, making braised chicken a la Provence, baking bread, organizing stuff to donate, and listening to Vivaldi, at least until Little One comes home and turns on Futurama, or some gameshow. All I know is she thinks she is master of the remote. So with that, I finish rambling and go off to finish making dinner while pretending the glass of water is a glass of wine.
I’m not just good at rambling. I’m good at dreaming, too :D
My niece is getting married in May, and my nephew (her brother) will be getting married in October. Between joining the military, graduations from college, weddings, and family reunions, this year will be a banner year for the family. That also means attending wedding showers, graduation parties, bridal showers, but it does NOT mean attending bachelorette parties. I have a limit. I’m sure it will be fun. For them. It’s just not my thing.
Now, had it been a quilting bee, heck yeah!
Moving on, it got me to thinking about my wedding and the gifts I received. I was very lucky in that we received a lot of kitchen and bath stuff. But we did get some rather odd gifts that never even saw the light of day.
We received a Mickey Mouse™ waffle iron as a wedding gift. It stayed in the box until I sold it in a garage sale. Twelve years later.
Most times the first home is an apartment. And there is only so much space for a weed whacker.
Everyone’s tastes are different, and newlyweds will have enough work finding common ground without having to add Wharhol soup cans to it.
No. Just no.
As wonderful as the thought may be, you are giving a gift that will be limited in use. A framed item is nice, but where would the personalized throw and the personalized candleholder end up?
I hope this helps some of y’all as we head into
summer wedding season. If all else fails, cash is always a welcome gift.
So I’ve been told. Countless of times ;)