This week is unending.
Police say between 5 and 15 people killed in Texas fertilizer plant explosion, more than 160 hurt
More here.
There are eyewitness reports of using water to quell the flames and if true, that could have triggered the massive explosion. But one thing that stands out regardless of it being Boston or West: the generosity and willingness to help people in need.
And that is something no one can ever break, or take away.
Sending prayers on angel’s wings.
One of the biggest laundry irks is finding stuff in pockets. I hate that. I really, really do. Seriously, how hard is it to turn out your pockets before placing clothes in the dirty laundry? And while I’m venting, how hard is it to turn clothes right side out???
Ok, I better leave that for another rant.
Anyway, as y’all may remember, I organized my laundry room a few months ago, and one of the things I placed on the washer was a jar. A big jar for found coins. Wouldn’t you know it, but right after I did that the kids started to turn out their pockets. GAH!! But since I do Hubby’s laundry, he tends to forget, and that’s when I score.
This time, I found $50!!!
Which means I get to put it towards a new cooking pot. Or a couple of drinks at Starbucks™.
Yes, I’m putting it towards the cooking pot. I can make my own coffee 😉
I am sending prayers and hopefully a unit of O neg Boston’s way.
At Least 2 Dead, Dozens Injured After Two Bombs Explode at Boston Marathon
More news here. Reportedly two more explosive devices were found near the bombing site.
It takes a special grade of coward to do something like this. We all know that, no matter what nationality, creed, gender the terrorist may be.
But my question is, after all the ammo purchases, all the armoured vehicles, all of the claims that they are there to protect you from the ever-vague them… where were the DHS Schutzstaffel??
This enquiring mind wants to know.
Crossposted at H&B, with NSFW wording.
Well, I don’t dread holidays. I only dread those where gift giving is involved. No, not gift giving for others. That’s always awesome (when I get around to shipping gifts, that is. STOP JUDGING ME!!). No, I mean when I am the recipient.
Me: You know, Mother’s Day is only four weeks away.
Hubby: Oh, my God, you ruined my day.
Me: If I wanted to ruin your day, I would have reminded you the Friday before Mother’s Day.
Hubby: Good point.
It’s not like I don’t give obscure hints.
Seriously, I go out of my way to let them know what I like.
I don’t exactly keep things a secret, you know.
I am not a difficult person to buy for, but you would think it’s along the lines of solving the next digit of Pi. But no matter. I know this Mother’s Day will be awesome, because all of us will be together and they always go out of their way to make sure I am well-loved, especially when serving me breakfast in bed.
Of course, if I get that sweet Le Creuset™ pot I won’t mind making them dinner 😉
What a day.
We cleaned house, and did some honey-do projects, and kids washed Hubby’s car, and dogs were entertained, and now… I’m not even inspired to work on anything.
I have countless bottles, jars, frames, glasses, canvases, just general junk waiting to be transformed into art. Or at least my version of art. Whatever, right? I just wish I could make stuff like this:
Now that is inspiring. Time to start collecting old spoons, forks, and sundry metal findings!
I can now justify a welding torch, right?
Have a great weekend!! 😀
Last week, Son asked me to get him some glow sticks for a project. Normally this would be fine, but the project is for speech, and the group is selling glow-in-the-dark socks.
That can only end in frustration, and a few neon stains.
Yesterday while at Wally World, a young woman was debating which hair color to get. Her friend suggested she try a platinum blonde shade. The girl said she was looking for a silver color because she couldn’t afford platinum.
At least her friend looked at her funny.
In the refrigerated section, a man was trying to decide between cuts of beef. The meat dept. guy was offering his expertise, when the gentleman said, “It would be simpler to have just beef and lite beef, like beer does.”
There are days when I think we need to remove warning labels, and let the problem sort itself out.
LITE BEEF???
Someone pass the M&Ms 😀
This morning greeted us with an overcast sky. For this area, it is unusual to get rain, but when we do, it causes a rift in the space-time continuum, or in the minds of drivers. Mostly the latter.
As I was taking the kids to school, a young man pulled out in front of me, apparently not seeing my big red SUV with all its lights on. Then at the big intersection, one woman was driving fast enough that she locked her brakes when confronted with the red traffic light. She narrowly missed the van in front of me. Driving towards Little One’s school, several drivers fishtailed and skidded. One car was in a ditch.
I forgot to mention, it was a light drizzle, not a raging downpour. My windshield wipers were on their lowest setting.
So I shall stay home, choosing to live over taking chances with the “ZOMG!! I’M GOING TO DIE!!” drivers out there. At least until such time as one kid asks me to get something for some school project.
It’s part of the Murphy’s Mom Law 😉
These past two weeks have been a whirlwind here. Honestly, I had NO IDEA there was so much to do and see in this area. Probably because familiarity breeds contempt, or maybe because hey, I live here and have time to go later, or perhaps it had something to do with the fact that I just hate dealing with the “Are we there yet?” and “When are we leaving?” crap.
We get there when we get there!!!
Anyway, our friends flew back this past weekend, and I was left feeling bereft. I just didn’t know what to do with myself. Sure, I did laundry and cleaned up a bit, but after that I felt like I was wasting time if I wasn’t moving.
Weird, huh?
So today I shall be perusing blogs in the vain hope of catching up. My fingers will be typing, and that’s enough moving for today. Besides, tomorrow I get to play with my recently organized crafting stuff. I need to get into THAT groove again. I miss having my fingers stained with ink and glued together. Life is more challenging that way 😉
Yeah, me too.
Sorry I have been absent from writing for the last few days. We have been having a lot of fun with our visitors and I have come to realize that A) I am not a spring chicken any more, 2) there is a LOT of Texas to cover just in a 100 mile radius, and iii) there is no such thing as “waiting until tomorrow” to do anything. My legs are killing me, but it was totally worth it.
Anyway, today finds my friends packing and relaxing before their flight out tomorrow.
This is why I am writing right now 😀
I shall miss them, and the food, and the wonderful company, and seeing Texas through their eyes. They made me realize just how special my state really is. I mean, I already knew it was special, but they made it specialer. And according to the spell-check, that’s a word, so I am winning this morning. So have a funny!
Yes, that made me snort my coffee.
I’ll be back in my writing groove in a day or two. Until then, I hope y’all have a great day 🙂
I don’t have much of a life, but the one I do have is pretty consistent. Same routine in the mornings, same routine in the evenings. If I feel like doing something exciting, I get Dulce de Leche ice cream, ok? So imagine my surprise to find a jury summons in my mailbox the day after coming back from Spring Break.
After the “How the hell did they get my name??” panic, I thought, how bad can it be? I mean, I won’t be the only one there waiting. Unless it’s a sting operation for deadbeat tax dodgers and they confused me with the previous owner of my home phone number, who keeps getting calls here for debt consolidation. Hey, my life may be boring, but my imagination isn’t. Anyway, I filled out the card, placed it in my purse, looked up directions to the courthouse, picked out my outfit (couldn’t go in sweats), and went to bed.
Morning comes, and I AM READY!!! I get on the road forty-five minutes before I’m due at the courthouse. No problem, since it’s a straight shot from the highway. I exit, and read the map directions provided so helpfully by Mapquest™.
And by “helpfully”, I mean they LIED!!
I turn left, going under the overpass, and continue down the directed road, seeing pasture after pasture, until I come into a little hamlet with five antique stores and a gas station. I pull over, and call the courthouse, giving the receptionist in the District Office my precise location. So precise, that search-engine-with-a-numerical-name-and-that-shall-never-be-used could find me by satellite in nanoseconds. The young woman then tells me to continue heading north past that hamlet, and I should be near town. Fine…. I get back on the road, and see nothing but fields, and cement trucks, and a road sign directing me to a centrally located college waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay on the other side of the county.
At this point I am in a full blown panic and think the entire sheriff’s department is after me.
Logic gives panic a throat punch and I turn around, going back the way I came. By this time I am ten minutes late, with nary a hope of getting there in the next half hour. But since there are no lights in my rear view mirror, I just resign myself to being late, my goal being to get there in one piece. About 20 minutes past nine, I find the courthouse, which has no parking. Five minutes later, I find the parking garage, park the car, and race towards the first door I see at the courthouse.
Which is no longer an ingress. Neither are the FRONT DOORS of the courthouse. The only ingress I find is the side door. I scurry in, get my bag searched, set off the metal detector THREE TIMES (stupid underwire), and then manage to go upstairs to find about 200 people outside. EUREKA!! I HAVE FOUND….someplace. But according to my card this is where I’m supposed to be. A nice lady informs me they are in recess and are waiting to file back in, and points out the young woman to whom I am to give my card. Finally the jurors are called back in, and I give my card to the sheriff’s deputy, in lieu of the young woman, who left probably to find something more exciting to do. He then took the card to another young woman, who explained that I would be rescheduled, since everyone had already been sworn in.
Great….just great. All that angst, all that panic, all the tears of frustration, all the cussing at the traffic, for nothing.
Well, I thanked her and told her I looked forward to the next summons, and left, calling Hubby to let him know what had happened. He told me to come home, since they hadn’t gone out yet. But then sends a text that they are at the grocery store. So I call him to pick up shoulder roast, and he tells me he doesn’t see it, so I end up meeting him at the grocery store to show him the various cuts of beef available.
Which is fine, because it’s beer braised beef tonight. And yes, I have a big pot for that 😀
 | B.C. on On Why I Paint |
| B.C. on On Why I Paint |
 | LC Aggie Sith on On Why I Paint |
 | Comrade Mope on On Why I Paint |
| Comrade Mope on On Why I Paint |
