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Showing posts with label confessions. Show all posts
Showing posts with label confessions. Show all posts

Monday, May 9, 2022

Lucky me...

This arrived in Saturday's mail...

My husband used to ask me quite often, "Why haven't you..." to be filled in by any number of things imagineable.  My answer was always, "I just haven't got around to it!"

Guess that answer will no longer fly.



 

Tuesday, February 23, 2021

What did my parents do to me?...

Please excuse my free-flow thoughts today.  I was sitting at my desk, minding my own business, and enjoying a 'fun size' bag of m&m's.  When it was empty, I folded it up the long way and tied it in a knot.   

Nothing new here.  I habitually tie candy wrappers in a knot.  It's not a terrible habit as habits go, just a little weird.  I've done this for as long as I remember, and today I started wondering when and why it started .

Was it back when we used to fold gum wrappers and insert them into one another to make long chains?  Was it to make them less recognizable?  Or was it just to make them as small as possible?

Then when I threw it in the trash, I got a clue.  
Exhibit 1: disposable cups.  Those six cups would fill half the trash can if I didn't slide them one inside the other.

Exhibit 2: plastic water bottle.  I  empty them, crush them, then put the cap back on so they  don't re-expand.  

Exhibit 3:  paper wrapper from a ream of paper.  Tightly twist to its smallest form.

Growing up it was a rule at our house that we couldn't throw anything large in the trash unless we weren't able to disassemble it, crush it, or otherwise consolidate it.

I think it started with my dad not wanting to take the trash out five times a week.  My mother probably got tired of him grousing about it, and practiced the trickle down theory before it was a thing.  Between the two of them we were trained to break down packaging so that more would fit into the waste basket so that it had to be emptied as few times as possible.

I'm probably dating myself here, but milk came in cardboard cartons back then. We had to crush those cartons, and there was a 'right' way to do it.  We opened the seams at the top, then crushed/folded the bottom up so that the whole carton laid as flat as possible.  You empty it, you flatten it.

Cereal boxes?  Open the bottom (the top was already open of course), and flatten the box.

Remember when ice cream came in a cardboard box too?  Open both ends, and flatten.

Tin cans?  Make like they are Russian nesting dolls.

So, see where I'm going with this?  Now, not that candy wrappers are large.  They're probably the smallest things that go in a trash can.  But mine are a sign of training run amok.  

Nah, it's a highly efficient way of doing things.  One that I was unable to pass on to my children.  Probably because their father was not a willing partner in this particular training.  Now Beau drives their spill-over trash to our house before our garbage pick-up day.  

The end.  For now.

Sunday, June 14, 2020

Weekends are too darn short...

How do I manage not to get anything accomplished in two days?  I didn't get a bit of sewing done.  I didn't ... well if I go on about what I didn't get done we could be here till next weekend.

I did get laundry done.  And had to do some of that twice.  My light colored clothing often comes out of the dryer smelling rather funky...almost skunky.  It's not the washer, it's not the dark clothes, or towels, or Carey's clothes.  I think it may be a particular blouse that makes everything in the load with it smell off.  Could that be possible?  Could it be possessed?  Could it be something that was sprayed on the cotton while it was growing?

I'm not positive about the blouse.  It could be something else in the load, I just don't know what it is for sure.  And let me just say that it is a lovely, comfy and attractive blouse.  I hate to discard it.  I don't even feel like I can donate it, because that is just passing on the evil smell to some other unsuspecting person.  And what if I get rid of it, but the smell remains caused by something else?

It's like that Seinfeld episode where after Jerry had a valet park his car it had a horrible permanent smell forever after.  Then everything that was in the car--his new expensive jacket, Elaine's hair, etc--were all permanently, overwhelmingly, stinky.  He tried to trade the car in for a new one, but no one would take it.  He left it in a bad neighborhood with the keys in it, and a car thief took it for about a block and then bailed out of it due to the smell.  He had to get rid of the expensive jacket.

But I digress.  That's how I feel about this blouse though.  If I remember as I put the load in, and add washing soda to the load, and put vinegar in the dispenser, it seems to not be as noticeable.  That's what I did in the second washing I put it through today.  I think I will not wear it for awhile, and see if the light loads smell better without it among them.  Oh, and I have had Carey smell it, and he didn't smell anything odd, but I find it to be a constant distraction.

Anybody ever had anything that smelled no matter how many times it had been washed?  Anybody have any suggestions?   

Thursday, March 12, 2020

My Sonic addiction...

Didn't I just say that I was giving up Coke?

YEAH, I DID!  And I'm sticking with it.

But that doesn't mean I can't feed my addiction for Sonic. 
So glad I can order water with lemon...and extra, extra ice, of course...since their ice is the real addiction for me...soft and chewable and unlike any other ice I've come across.

Sunday, March 8, 2020

Weekend goal...

In yesterday's 7 Random Thoughts on the 7th post, I stated that my goal for this weekend was to get rid of all the cardboard boxes that have accumulated.  First thing I did was gather ALL of them from their hiding places around the house into one place.  Shame on me for letting it get this out of hand! 
Okay, as you can see, I do a lot of online shopping.  In my defense, these are probably from the past year...of course it's not much of a defense that I've let them pile up instead of disposing of them immediately...but it's a lot of work.

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What takes the longest is redacting private information (call me paranoid, it's a compulsion)...


...and letting the air out of packing materials so they take up as little space as possible...

...and tending injuries.  Man, I hate cardboard-caused paper cuts.

Ta-Da!  I kept two boxes to use for putting donations in.  Donations will be taken to Goodwill, and all of this cardboard will be dropped off at recycling this week!

Whew!  Patting myself on the back for completing this goal.

Saturday, January 4, 2020

I ask you...

...how do you lose a bucketful of Swiffer supplies?  A bucket...F-U-L-L.

I've been looking for it for weeks.  I looked in cabinets.  I looked in the bathrooms.  I looked in the office.  I looked in the guest rooms.  I looked in the closets.  Then a few days later I would look in all those places again.  

It has a home in the bottom of a shelf unit in the laundry room, but with the colder weather, I've been having to leave Rudy in the laundry room on chilly mornings.  (Don't worry, it warms up by noon, so I come home at lunch and let him out to play for the afternoon.)  Anyway, I moved the swiffer supplies to the laundry room counter top to keep it out of his reach.  I could just picture coming home to a blizzard of shredded swiffer refills.

I finally asked Carey if he had stashed it somewhere, which he denied.  (He is notorious for moving things that are in his way, and putting them somewhere that holds no logic for me.)  Then...surprise!...he found them.  So I ask you, don't you bet that he stashed it somewhere?  Yeah...me too!  :)

But what does it say about the condition of my house that the chaos of clutter is such that a huge item can get lost?  So this weekend is for working around the house.  Between the holidays and working, the house is suffering (not that it is ever company ready).

I always do better with a list to check off boxes as I complete a chore, and right now I need the extra incentive of keeping me accountable to you, so I will come back at intervals through the weekend to check off the completed items.  (And just so you know, I have more energy in the afternoons and evenings, so don't expect to see any progress in the morning!)

Here's my list:
     ☑  wash the master-bed linens 
       put linens back on master bed
       wash light-color clothes
     ☑  wash dark-color clothes
       clean bathroom
     □  wash bath mats
     ☑  take down the Christmas tree
     ☑  spend 15 minutes clearing clutter
     □  spend 15 more minutes clearing clutter
     □  spend 15 more minutes clearing clutter
     □  spend 15 more minutes clearing clutter
     □  dust
     ☑ swiffer
     ☑ vacuum
     □  steam mop bathroom
     □  steam mop kitchen
     □  clean Rudy's nose prints off the back glass door
     □  pay bills
     ☑  make 6 cards

Tuesday, February 5, 2019

Tip of the week...

I'm a little bit of a germophobe.  I mean not in a crazy way.  Not as much as my previous boss.  :)  But especially in cold and flu season, I want to wash my hands as soon as I get out of a store or get done pumping gasoline.  And hand sanitizers just don't cut it for me....it may kill germs, but it doesn't remove any schmutz, etc.  
 I always have Wet Ones in my purse and in my car's console.  As soon as I get back in my car after shopping or pumping gas, I grab a towelette and give my hands a good scrub, front, back, and between fingers.  A good hardy wipe down.


Then I take the still-moist towelette (or a fresh one) and wipe down my steering wheel, my gear shift, my door handle, and my key...anything I may have touched in the process of entering the car.  I have always worried just a bit about this being a little obsessive.  Until today.  Today I heard on the radio that your own steering wheel is probably the dirtiest thing you come in contact with on a regular basis.   "The average steering wheel was found to have four times the amount of colony forming bacteria per square centimeter than a public toilet seat."  A PUBLIC TOILET SEAT, people!

It's dirtier than your cell phone.  Dirtier than a hotel remote control!  (I also wipe those down with towelettes from my purse.  HA!)

Okay.  I am climbing down from my soap (and water) box now.  

Tuesday, August 28, 2018

Aaaarrrrrrgggg...

So far, this week has been...challenging...enraging...demoralizing...depressing...

I hate, hate, hate having to watch everything I say around friends and family who do not agree with my political views when they have no hesitation about voicing their opinion.   And then I really hate slipping up on my resolve herewith and it causes a rift in our relationship.

I hate, hate, hate commuting!  I mean it this time.  I am NOT working out of town anymore!

I hate, hate, hate making idiotic and embarrassing mistakes.  Let's just say I found the intercom beyond my abilities today.  Unfortunately it wasn't an inability to send a message...I just sent a smart-ass response to the wrong person.  **eyes rolling so far up in my head!**  Oh, did I mention the 'wrong person' was the boss...and he was in the middle of a meeting with a client.  

O. M. Geeeeee.  It's only Tuesday!

Thursday, March 15, 2018

Ides? What Ides?...


I think this is the day that the slippery slope begins.  We are well into the year, and it will be over before we know it if we aren't careful!

We have become accepting of the everyday, instead of accepting every day as the gift it is.  I've been letting my year's goals slide...doing really well on some, but doing abominably sucky on others.

Beware!  Beware!!!  And then start over.

Tuesday, February 13, 2018

Tuesday's tantrum...

I went to the grocery store today.  I went early specifically to miss some of the crowds.  

I've mentioned before that they are rearranging the entire store.  And it has forty-nine acres of floor space.  And it makes my knees hurt.  And there are obstacles for restocking everywhere.  And rude people.  

And their chip card readers are lame.  So when I finally was in line, the person in front of me couldn't check out.  And before I started screaming at the top of my lungs, I walked away.  I left my basket in line and walked away.  Out the door.  And came home.

I came home and barked at the dog for barking at the deer.  He is now pissed off and ignoring me.

And I turned on the television, and it irritated me too.  So I decided to turn on Netflix and and watch the first thing that comes up.

And so I have become acquainted with Grace & Frankie...and after pausing it to take a call from my bff and unloading my belief that grocery stores practice age discrimination by being SO big and SO overwhelming and just not caring about anything but their bottom line...I then un-paused just in time to see Grace lose her shit...in a grocery store.

For that alone I am now a huge fan.

Friday, July 7, 2017

Seven MORE random thoughts on the 7th...


1.  I took a three hour nap.  Since I never went to bed last night, that's okay.

2.  I vacuumed the entire house today.

3.  I heard an article on NPR today about 'flying ant day' being a distraction at Wimbeldon.  Just like Wimbledon, the ants decided to swarm around here a few days ago...lucky me!  But thank Heavens my ants didn't fly.  Here is a disgusting photo to creep you out and make you take pity on me.  
And that is just a close up of one pile of them.  They stretched the entire width of my kitchen window between the wall and my sink.  <<SHUDDER!!>>  I took the photo to text to my exterminator so he would hurry to my house!  :)  The only good thing about them was that there were no live ones.  The treatment from last year was still strong enough to work.  By the time they made it into the house, they just piled up and never got any further.  Still it was time to re-treat, so I'm glad it's done.

4. My 'wedding' rings have been missing for the past couple of months.  I wasn't too worried, because though I couldn't remember in the slightest the events surrounding my taking them off and putting them someplace other than their normal resting spot, I did vaguely remember putting them someplace 'safe.'  I was a little hesitant to tell Carey, but I don't wear them much, so it wasn't something he noticed.  Also they aren't my real wedding rings.  The only one I was really worried about was the anniversary band since he had it made for our 20th anniversary (20 years ago!).  It has real stones, but they are tiny.  The three-stone ring is fake...well, the gold is real, but the stones aren't.  I got it when I returned a pair of hideous earrings he bought me for Christmas once.  LOL  They look nice together, and are WAY more comfortable than the rings I actually got married in.

Anyway, today I cleaned out my purse.  I removed everything from every little pocket.  And lo and behold, there they were on a key ring that holds keys I have to keep but never have to use.  I feel better.  They were someplace (relatively) safe.  :) 

5.  I'm making a pasta salad with grilled chicken for supper tonight.  Everybody likes it, and it is nice to have in the fridge to have small meals as wanted for a few days.

6.  I think it is time to change my mantel decorations, but I think I will wait till after my friend comes next week.  Patriotic is still okay through July, right?

7.  Let's see...what else?  How about a confession?  I watch reruns over and over and over.  Seinfeld, Big Bang Theory, Golden Girls, and Frasier are white noise around here.  Rudy's favorite is Big Bang...he likes the animated commercials.  LOL



Wednesday, June 21, 2017

Summer solstice...


Summer solstice, the longest day of the year.  I am celebrating!  

Am I celebrating because I am a summer person?  A sun worshiper?  Because I want to squeeze every bit of activity in while the sun is shining?

Nope.  For me it's the ultimate hump day.  The one day in the year I want behind me.  From here on out I'll be coasting toward shorter days and cooler temps.

Before we know it December 21 will be here.  Ahhh...midwinter...just the sound of it makes me giddy.  Nights by the fire with sewing on my lap and the comforting aroma of soup on the stove.  

I know some of you are barely into warmer weather, but here we are almost at 100° F.  You may feel free to call me crazy, but my spirit animal is a bear...one in the middle of hibernation.  
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Saturday, November 19, 2016

Saturday...

Minor accident.  No injuries.  Come on people; there's nuthin' to see here; let's move along.

NOT A FRUGAL DAY!
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Tuesday, March 15, 2016

There's no such thing as extra...

When I put a new roll of toilet paper on the holder today, I realized our supply was very low.  Uncomfortably low.  Possibly the lowest it has been since I started keeping my own home.

Master bath
Two lonely little rolls on the tippy-top shelf corner.

One day my husband was carrying in groceries, and he started putting away some of the items.  He announced with exasperation, "You don't need to buy toilet paper for a long time, we have enough extra rolls."

Office bath
Zero rolls on the shelves!

His attitude points out just ONE of the differences between us.  I don't believe the term 'extra' pertains to staples that never spoil.  They are not extra, they are just...waiting.  You will ALWAYS need toilet paper.  It will NEVER go bad.  So I think it is not unreasonable to have it stored in any empty space available.

Guest bath
Zero rolls in the cupboard...

I think this comes from my mortification at being sent next door (repeatedly) to 'borrow' a roll of toilet paper from the sweetest neighbor in the world that we girls referred to as 'Old Faithful' as we could always count on her having, and generously sharing, whatever we were caught in need of.  My mother had a lot on her plate between work and home, and sometimes even the necessities weren't the first priority...which is why they became my first priority, I guess.


Guest bath
...and only two lonely rolls peeking between the bars!

My son-in-law says I have crappy toilet paper (pardon the pun), as he prefers only the most soft and cushy for his tushie.  (My septic system loves the one ply.)  I can picture a day coming where he and my daughter are cleaning out my house (after I have gone to my reward), and will be carting bags and bags of toilet paper to Goodwill.  :)

It's time to restock!
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Thursday, January 7, 2016

Seven random thoughts on the 7th...

 
1.  I have been in a crappy mood today.  Ask anybody (e.g., Carey).

2.  I made stir-fried rice for dinner tonight.  It wasn't as good as usual, but it had more vegetables, so it was probably better for us.

3.  I have still not learned the channel numbers for the new cable system, nor have I mastered using the new remote.

4.  I still have not done anything about the printer not working.

5.  I did not leave the house today.

6.  I should probably leave it tomorrow for my own sanity, if not everyone else's (e.g., Carey).

7.  Maybe tomorrow I will go buy a powerball lottery ticket.  It's up to $700 million.  If I won, I would buy the vacant lot next door, and build a house on it so people (e.g., Carey) would not have to be around me when I am cranky.  
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Tuesday, August 25, 2015

Modern problems...

Victoria Pearson, photographer.  "Deep in the Heart of Texas."  Country Living.
September 2013. page 101.  Print.

I spent part of today working on my list...going through magazines...winnowing out the chaff to recycle.  The danger there is that I get sidetracked so easily.  Like when I saw this quilt in a back issue of Country Living (Sept. 2013).

I'm very attracted to the graphic nature of this antique quilt.  And I immediately squinted closely to see how it was put together.  I think it's manageable to figure it out...even for me.

In the past, I would have torn out the page and dropped it in my old-school manila inspiration file, but it has been ages since I've even seen that file.  I have no idea where it might be.  These days I just "pin" my inspiration images.  But an image has to be online in order to "pin" it, and try as I might (and I spent an inordinate amount of time trying) I couldn't find this photo online anywhere.  I finally decided that if I scanned the photo and put it on my blog, I could then "pin" it to my quilting board on Pinterest.

So here it is.

But then, of course, I had to look up how to cite the photo, article, and magazine (because that's just how I am), so there went more time searching the Web.  

Needless to say, there are not a lot of magazines in the recycle bin...yet.
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Sunday, June 28, 2015

Brown paper packages...

Two confessions: 

1) I am absolutely awful about letting the mail stack up without opening it.

2) I am absolutely awful about ordering books and fabric, which arrive in the mail in manila envelopes.

So Carey is used to setting aside the shipping envelopes for me till I get around to opening them.  When I noticed this week's stack today, I had a real treat.

A surprise package of goodies from Lynne!  Which she packaged in a sweet gift bag embossed with a darling turtle...and she didn't even know I have a turtle collection.

She remembered my weakness for jacks, and what a hard time I had finding metal ones!

And this adorable little kitty which is a bead soon to adorn my neck.  Lynne is an amazing artist and one of her arts is her lampwork beads.  How she imbues personality into these little guys amazes me...oh, those eyes and the whiskers!

And the package also included a handwritten note.  I love receiving handwritten notes.  :)

Thank you, Lynne!  I'm sorry if you were worried when you didn't hear from me sooner that the package had arrived.  You are a sweet and generous soul!
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Tuesday, May 19, 2015

Tales of the old goat...

image credit: Bing clip art

Responding to something on television or a menu (I can't remember the exact setting) my husband stated, "That sounds really good, except for the goat cheese."  

me:  You're just saying that because you're prejudiced against goats.

him:  No, I'm not.

me:  You've eaten goat cheese and liked it, I say.

him:  No, I haven't.

me:  The tortellini salad I make has feta in it.

him:  I know.

me:  Feta is goat cheese.

him:  Mm-hmm.

me:  You like the salad.  

him:  All except the goat cheese.

These conversations with him are frustrating.  He's easy to feed, because he's always grateful and complimentary...to the point of me not knowing that he doesn't like something.  

It makes me a little crazy.  

Thirty.  Nine.  Years.
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Monday, April 27, 2015

Still having separation anxiety...

photo credit: CBS

I miss Craig Ferguson.  I occasionally have to re-watch the finale show, because I love the Bang Your Drum  intro so much...embodies everything I loved about Craig's time on the show.
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Thursday, August 14, 2014

At long last...

This post is composed of terrible photos and embarrassing admissions.  My apologies.

One wall of our home office is wall-to-wall shelves...actually they go around the corners too.  The ceilings and window on that wall are really high, so I added the height extensions to make it look more proportional.  However, for some reason the extensions for the right side of the window didn't get done when the others did, and they got shuffled about.

They have been missing in action (or more accurately in inaction) for a loooooong time.  I had looked everywhere for the darn things.  I was at the point of going and buying more.

Embarrassing confession: this is how it has looked for the past three and a half years!  Lopsided.  


Then the other day three boxes on a top shelf in the garage caught my eye, and it clicked! The missing extensions were found.  A couple of nights ago I assembled them.


Today I got out the ladder and attached them.  Ahhh.  That feels better.

Now I need to declutter them!  I'll take better photos when that's done.  And maybe we will all be able to see the floor by then too.

No promises as to when that may be.
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