So I skipped a week. It was THANKSGIVING!! I sincerely hope y’all enjoyed your holiday as much as I did. We had friends and family from near and far come to gather, and I wish I could do this at least once a week. As long as the kids do the dishes, anyway.
Anyway, today is Thursday, and it is time for another Never List™. Sometimes my lists don’t make any sense. Ok, most of the time. And this one is no different. But still, fun to do. Today finds me appreciating my accidental collection of vintage stuff. Some items have a history, and others do not. But all of them have a purpose, which makes them indispensable.
Things You Should Never Throw Away
Seriously, it lasts forever, and it’s very low maintenance. I have yet to stop using pieces I acquired back in 1985.
#4– Mason jars
There is no end to their uses. I started buying old ones because the blue matched my kitchen way back when I first got married. Imagine my shock at the prices for vintage mason jars today. And to think, they hold my thread spools and coffee. Not together though.
#3– Costume jewelry
Because everything old becomes new and more expensive all over again.
#2– Vinyl records
I think we have three moving boxes worth of records, from 78s to 45s and everything in between. And I still listen to them.
They always tell a story, even those whose voices have been lost. I even keep the ones I find in old frames I buy from the thrift store. I can’t bear to part with them, even if I have no idea who they are.
So here is your list of nevers for this week. With the possible exception of the turntable which is implied, y’all will notice no technological gizmos made my list. Why? Because they are evul
Sorry for the lack of posting, but it was a long holiday week and I am still doing the tour-guide-hostess thing. It has been a lot of fun, and I even got to see some stuff I still hadn’t seen here.
That was a surprise to me as well, considering how many friends have come to tour my fair area of my fair state.
By the way, the WordPress snow is back. You aren’t hallucinating.
(I need to add I started writing this Tuesday morning and was so busy I am now just getting back to it. Yes, I realize it’s Wednesday morning. I also realize this blog is nothing but fluff so it’s not like y’all are missing out in vital, need-to-know information about anything.)
Today finds me a bit off course. Usually at this point in the month I have Christmas stuff out and am slowly decorating, but alas, a certain visitor thinks it is too early to decorate. I ask, what does he know?? It’s summer in his country right now.
(It’s now Wednesday evening and I am STILL not sure what to write about.)
I’m giving up for
today this evening. Hope y’all are cuddling up if it’s cold outside
I have passed the turning-into-my-mom stage and gone straight to plaid, apparently.
Let me tell you, she loved, LOVED those cookies. But we seldom got to eat any because she got to them first. And then came the disappointment as we sneaked into the kitchen and found the tin under the cabinet, and opened it to find needles and thread. Or tape and pencils. Or ANYTHING BUT COOKIES.
And now guess what?
I can’t wait to finish the cookies so I can use the tin to hold my crap.
At least I get cookies out of this
She’s not technically my dog. But that doesn’t stop her from acting like it.
Every morning it’s the same conversation. I get up, and she jingles over to my door in expectation that her mistress will cater to her needs. I give her some kibble, and after she inhales it she runs over to the door and barks her command.
“YIP YIP, YIP!!!”
(Open the door, NOW!!)
Once she is done, she lets me know, again…
Then she waits patiently for 7 AM. Why? Because Son’s friend comes over to pick him up.
“YIP!! YIP YIP YIP YIP!!! YIP YIP!!”
(OMG!! YOU’RE HERE!! YOU’RE HERE!! MOM, SHE’S HERE!!)
Then Hubby makes an entrance into the kitchen, and she shuts up. She knows better than to rile him early. But once he walks out to the car, she starts up again.
“YIP YIP YIP!! YIP YIP YIP!!”
(There is a person WALKING OUTSIDE!!!)
Whereupon she runs away from any perceived threat, yipping like she has new vocal chords. It’s a good thing the house quietens down after a while. I would hate to do impromptu surgery on a dog.
I am a fan of sugar. I love it. Candy is dandy, y’all. I am the type that takes her time savoring sugar, be it a candy bar or hard candy. No matter, it is sugar and it should be properly consumed. But every wonderful thing has a flip side, and sometimes you have to draw the line, even where your sweet tooth is concerned. You can imagine the angst I feel during Halloween.
It’s hellish, y’all.
No Sense Candy
#5– Baby Bottle Pop
Sucking on a candy pacifier may indicate severe mental trauma. Same goes for the stupid ring pops.
#4– Push Pops
Uh, if I have to work at getting the candy, it’s not worth the trouble.
I had to eat sheep eyes once, and this just sends me into paroxysms of rage.
#2– Spiced Candy
Wasabi, jalapeno, serrano, jolokia, I don’t care. NO SPICY PEPPERS belong in candy. EVER.
#1– Insect Lollipops
Whoever thought coating a dead scorpion in hard candy was a good idea should be rotting in Hades.
Now, time to eat some chocolate to wash out the bad taste from this post
I love my state. There is always some exotic attraction no matter where you are. And by “exotic”, I don’t mean a gentleman’s club. Though there’s a few of those too. No, I mean weird.
Today we shall be going here. That’s right, the SNAKE FARM!!!
ZOMG!!! Isn’t he adorable?? But it’s not just a reptile place. They have a petting zoo and rescue exotics from around the world. The farm was featured on an episode of Dirty Jobs, and Mike Rowe was a snake handler. He was thisclose to me and I missed out. It still pains me to this day. Anyway, we hope to catch a show or maybe feeding time. A LIVE feeding!!
And then we shall go to lunch
Well, due to circumstances beyond his control, my friend Tiberius will be my guest for the remainder of his stay in our fair country. And by country, I mean Texas. And good thing, too. We had a great itinerary the last time he was with us.
And we completed it ALL.
That’s right. Even #10 was completed. And the chances of THAT one were infinitesimal. And I do mean itty bitty tiny.
So now we have to find other stuff to do.
- Vineyard tour and wine tasting: Scheduled.
- Glass bottom tour: Scheduled.
- Gun range: Scheduled.
- Riverwalk: Scheduled.
- Moar gun range: Scheduled.
- Birthday shenanigans: Scheduled.
- Cavern adventure tour: Scheduled.
- Anything else that comes up: Scheduled.
- Thanksgiving feast: Scheduled X2.
That’s right: we are having not one, but TWO Thanksgiving feasts. Why? Because we are blessed with so many friends and family and there ain’t no house that can contain such bounty. Anyway, time for me to get going. The tours won’t wait, and neither will we
Running late, because the White Rabbit is off smoking a hooka or something.
And by that I mean I had to pick up Tiberius from the airport and clean house beforehand. At least I cleaned the kids’ bathroom.
So here’s a list of random Nevers for y’all.
Random Never List
#5– Never Go Anywhere Without ID
I cannot stress the importance of this. Especially in Bangkok.
#4– Never Pass Up the Opportunity to Dance
There is no such thing as a bad dancer when you are enjoying yourself, Elaine.
#3– Never Give Up Your Principles
They are worth far more to you than to others.
#2– Never Confuse Kindness With Flattery
The results can be bad. Really bad.
#1– Never, Ever Pass Up a Good Thing
Hope y’all have a wonderful Friday
Looks like today is THAT day.
I have been up for seven hours and have accomplished absolutely nothing.
And I just remembered I have to make a few dozen Christmas cards.
And start the Thanksgiving menu.
And figure out how to fit 20 people in the house.
And oh yes, CLEAN HOUSE.
I’m going to go lay down now.
A profound and heartfelt thanks.
For my husband, and my brothers-in-law, my neighbors, and my friends.
And for my brother Draco, who never failed to call and thank all of those he knew.
We can never repay what you have sacrificed for your country.