Monday, October 17, 2016

Star Trek Stamps

I like to knit.

If you've read my blog for more than say...2 days, you already know that.

Blanket photo notwithstanding, the thing I knit most often is hats.  They are quick and pretty much mindless.  When you get up at 3:30 AM, you need mindless things to knit.  So, I knit hats.  Lots and lots of hats.  Any time I finish a hat, I stuff it into a drawer.  Sooner or later a need arises, and I have hats to donate.

Sunday, one of my online knitting buddies put out a call for hand knit hats.  Her church is doing a weekend program for their youth and college age kids.  It's all about growing in their relationship with the Lord.  At the end of the program, they are going to get to choose a hat to take with them.

Naturally, I volunteered to send some, so I boxed up a few and mailed them off to her.  While I was at the post office, the clerk asked me if I needed anything else.

"You got any of them Star Trek stamps?"

A clandestine deal over the post office counter in which some money changed hands, and I am now the proud owner of a pane of Star Trek stamps.

As I was walking out, the clerk said, "Have a nice day."

I replied, "Of course I will!  I've got Star Trek stamps!"

There were a few people in the lobby, and I accosted them and showed them, "Look, I've got Star Trek stamps!"  A man in the parking lot greeted me with "How are you?"  "I'm great!  I've got Star Trek stamps!"  I've got Star Trek stamps!

On the way home, I was thinking, "How lucky am I?  I got to witness the 50th anniversary of both Doctor Who and Star Trek!  What a great time to be alive!"  

Yeah, I'm a total geek, but who cares?

I've got Star Trek stamps!

Friday, October 14, 2016

Rainy Friday

I'd planned on getting out and getting started chainsawing my big pile of firewood, but alas, is has rained nearly all day.  That's a good thing, though, because it's been so dry lately.  Pretty much the entire state is under a burn ban.

So what did I do instead?  I finished touching up my bathroom door frame.

It looks a lot better now.  But one thing I was disappointed in, when I pulled the painter's tape off the wall, it pulled my paint off, too.

I can touch it up, but I was a bit aggravated, because that tape said it was safe for freshly painted surfaces -- after 24 hours, that is.  And it had been 24 hours before I put it on.  It's just one more thing.

Speaking of one more thing, I finally got that polyurethane on that door.  It'll be ready to hang back up tomorrow afternoon.

It didn't end up quite the color I thought it would, but I really like it.

Not much else went on today, unless you want to hear about all the ST:TNG episodes I streamed on Amazon, so I'll just leave you with this:

If you've never heard of  Norton Hall Band, you're welcome.

Wednesday, October 12, 2016


Friday is Cody's birthday.  I couple of weeks ago, I told him that if he made an Amazon wish list, I could order him some birthday presents.  He said he'd get to it that weekend.  A few days go by, and he still hasn't sent me the link.  I asked him if he'd gotten it done, and he said he'd forgotten.  I few more days go by, and finally, yesterday morning, I told him "If you don't tell me what you want for your birthday, I'm going to buy you underwear and have it delivered to your work."

Last night was one of those nights.  I woke up at 1:30 AM and could not go back to sleep for anything.  After an hour or so of tossing and turning, I picked up my phone and opened my Facebook app.  I don't usually do that, but last night,  I did.

There it was.  A message from Cody with a link to his wish list.

In a fit of insomnia, I'm laying in bed at 2:30 in the morning, ordering my son's birthday presents on my phone, and giving thanks for the capitalistic economy that makes such things possible.

A couple of days ago, my friend Sue told me to be expecting a package.  She's been cleaning out her yarn stash, so I thought she was sending me some more yarns.  Yesterday afternoon, the UPS man came and left a box.  Eagerly, I opened it up, only to find something that was not yarn.

Carefully, I took the bubblewrap off, and it was a hand drawn picture of my house with one of my favorite Bible verses on it!

I have the best friends!  I hung it in my bedroom, so I can see it every morning when I wake up.  Thank you, Sue!  You're the best!  Mwaa!

Finally, my long awaited chainsaw has arrived.

Only 4 days late...but it's here.  I haven't even had time to get it out of the box and play with it.  Maybe this weekend I can get out and chainsaw some stuff.

And I'm finally going to get that dadgum bathroom door polyurethaned.

Stay tuned.

Tuesday, October 11, 2016

Mike VI

Mike VI

July 23, 2005 - October 11, 2016

Burn bright, Tiger.  Burn bright,

                                         In the forests of the night.*  

Fair winds and following seas, old friend.


Monday, October 10, 2016

The Rest Of The Weekend

After my very expensive Friday, the rest of the weekend was somewhat more mundane.  Unless you want to get excited about how well my bed skirt matches my comforter.

Because I'm kinda excited about it.

Another thing I'm kinda excited about...

I got up Saturday morning and painted my bathroom ceiling.  It's amazing how such a simple thing brightens up the whole room.

I even painted my vent covers.

Good thing I took pictures, because I noticed a few spots I need to touch up, on both of them.

But the whole room looks so much better than before.  Well, except for these spots.

There's one on the other side, too.  This is where my shower curtain rod damaged the wall.

I can patch it and repaint it, but I'll need to get a new curtain rod, or it'll just happen all over again.  In fact, I had to patch two nearly identical spots when I first started working on this room.  I'll have to check out curtain rods to see which kinds won't damage walls.

Sunday afternoon, I got my door frame painted.

I put two coats on it, but I noticed I've got a couple of spots on it I need to touch up.  Seems I always miss a spot or two.  In between coats, I stained my door.

The color ended up a bit darker than the can showed, but I like it.  I was going to start putting the polyurethane on it today, but I had kind of a rough day at work -- which included having to stay late.  Then I remembered Jesse had a vet appointment.  By the time I got home from that, I had a rip roaring headache, and I just didn't feel like it.  Besides that, I'm not sure I have enough polyurethane to do the whole thing.  I'll pick some more up tomorrow.

I'll admit, it was kind of strange taking a bath with no bathroom door, but I made it.  You want to know how tired I am?  I tried to close the door three times before I remembered it wasn't there.

And on that note, I think I'll go to bed.


Friday, October 07, 2016

An Expensive Day

It started out as a normal Friday -- well, normal for me having a day off, that is.  I slept in until 6:30.  I got up and did a load of laundry.  I checked the mail, and in said mail was my new Navy hat.

I'm not sure why I keep buying all these hats, when I really don't like wearing them.

But they look cool and they say Navy on them.  So there is that.  And I do wear them when I'm mowing, to keep the sun from blinding me.  The irony here is that I used to wear hats all the time, until I joined the Navy and had to wear them.  Now, I don't like wearing hats.  Go figure...

I put my polyurethane on my mantle pieces.

As soon as it dries really well, it'll be ready to put back onto the wall.  I've discovered through this whole process that I really like working with wood.  Well, sanding and staining at least.  We'll see about putting it all back together.

Once I'd done with that, I was just sitting there, enjoying the peace and quiet.  I didn't even have the TV on.  I was just listening to the silence.  Alas, it didn't last, because I needed to go to the store.  I didn't have much on my list that I needed, so I had a bit extra to spend.  I've had the same blanket on my bed for some 20 years, and it's getting pretty ratty.  I've been saying for years that I was going to get a new one, but I never did until today.

I was wandering up and down the bedding department aisles looking for the blankets -- they've rearranged the store again, so I don't know where anything is -- and I managed to find a bed skirt to coordinate with my comforter.

Now, I can hide the junk under my bed!

I have no idea where these came from, or how they got into my buggy, but they were on clearance!  And that's all I have to say about that.

I went over to the paint department to replace the finishing sandpaper that I can't find, or maybe never bought in the first place, I'm not sure which, and while I was there, I picked out this color to stain my bathroom door.

I'd debated on staining my mantle that color, because really I love it, but I thought a darker color would look better for said mantle.  This time, I was looking for something to match the cabinet I'd hung in the bathroom, and this seemed to be it.  When I got home, I took the can in and this color matches my bathroom cabinet very closely.  I'm glad of that.  The plan for tomorrow is to get that ceiling painted.  But then, that was the plan for today, and it didn't quite happen.

Moving right along...

Back in 2006, when I got my trailer house, Beverly and James gave me one of their old recliners.

They'd had it several years already, and I've had it for 10 years myself, so it's had a nice long life.  A few weeks ago, I was sitting there watching TV when I heard a sproing and felt the seat give a little bit.  Since then, bit by bit, the seat has given way more and more.  That brown spot on the right side of the seat is actually the floor behind the chair.   It was getting very uncomfortable to sit in, and not exactly safe either.  I just knew that one day the entire seat would fall out and I'd be sitting on the floor.

When I was leaving Wal-mart today, there was a young man at the intersection holding a sign.  One of the furniture stores was going out of business and had everything on sale.  I said to myself, "Self, you need to go down there and see what they have."  So after going home and putting my groceries up, that's exactly what I did.

I came home with this bad boy.

It is a La-Z-Boy rocking recliner that normally runs $800.  He let me have it for $467.  It's a little smaller than my old chair, but I fit in it just fine.  It also sits up higher, so I'm having to get used to the altitude.  I feel like I'm going to get a nosebleed way up here...

Wonder of wonders, they were able to get the thing in my little hatchback.  They had to take the back off and put my seats down, but it fit.  The guy loading it was very concerned about how I was going to get it into the house when I got home.  "I just want you to be OK," he said.  I assured him I could ask one of the neighbors to help me with it.  Turns out, I didn't need to.  It wasn't that heavy, and I was able to get it out of the car and inside by myself.

Before I left the furniture store, I asked the guy if they had any mattresses and box springs.  I need to replace the one in Cody's room, and since they were marking everything down, it seemed a good opportunity to get one for less money.

This is something else I'd been planning for a while.  There is an old bed frame out in my shed that the previous owner left.  I am going to get it down and see if it is still any good.  It looks to be in good shape, but until I see it up close, I don't know for sure.  Even if it isn't any good, I can get a bed frame for less than $100.  I have a plan for the headboard, but I don't want to get into that here.  This post is already long enough.

Anyway, I asked about mattresses and box springs.  He said he could order me one, if they didn't have what I was looking for.  He pointed out one, and I lay down on it.  It was so comfortable, I said, "I might put this one in my room, and let my son have my old mattress!"  They didn't have the size I was looking for -- I'm putting a full in that room because the room is kind of small -- so they ordered one for me.  The good news is, it was a $1297 set, and, even though he had to order it, he let me have it at the clearance price of $584!  So, I made out like a bandit in that sale.

Next step is to beg my bosses for more overtime, so I can pay for all that furniture I just bought.  Or rather, to build my savings back up after using it to pay for all that furniture I bought.  Yeah, that's the ticket...

Thursday, October 06, 2016

A Break, Of Sorts

I was all gung ho while I was at work.  I was going to come home and paint that bathroom ceiling and boy was I going to get a lot done.  Now, it's time for bed, and I haven't done anything. Sometimes, you just need to take a break.

What I did do, instead of painting, was I got my pillow sham and picked out colors for my bedroom.  Well, first, I took it into Cody's room and propped it up against the curtains to see how well they'd go together.  Looks like we have a winner.

Then I got my paint cards out and chose colors for the walls and the trim.

Yes, I know the picture is out of focus, but I'm too tired to take another one.  I'd tell you which colors I picked, but I doubt you could see them anyway.  What with the picture being out of focus and all... I'll try to get better pictures tomorrow.  Then I got my wood putty out and patched several nail holes in the paneling.  The plan is to eventually pull all that paneling down and replace it with new drywall, but for now, I'm just going to paint over it.

Once I get that bathroom done, that is.

Just so this post isn't a total waste, here is my scarecrow, making his annual Fall appearance.

I had a coworker tell me, "You don't talk to nobody.  I been watching you and all you do is stand over here and work, work, work.  You need to step around and conversate more."

First of all, I get paid to work, not talk.  Secondly, I seriously doubt she'd be interested in the things I'd want to "conversate" about, anyway.  She probably doesn't even know what Newton's first and second laws of thermodynamics are, much less be able to use them to refute a well known scientist's theory of the creation of the universe.

Or want to discuss why England keeps putting parking lots over dead monarchs.

Yeah, I'll pass on that "conversating", thank you very much.

Wednesday, October 05, 2016

Not Much Going On

There hasn't been much going on here lately.  I have begun prepping my bathroom ceiling for painting.  By prepping, I mean patching the holes and gouges with drywall mud.  But mostly, prepping means convincing myself that my walls and ceilings will never look brand new, and that's OK.

I originally wasn't going to paint the ceiling, but one evening as I was relaxing in a hot bath, I noticed how very dirty it is.

Then I noticed that blue blotch where I'd inadvertently painted about two square inches of the ceiling.   So, it's getting painted.  And yes, Cyndye, I'm going to paint the vent cover, too.  See, I remember your comments from a year ago!

But I can't remember my own name half the time.  Go figure...

In sad news, Mike VI was taken in for a checkup, and his cancer is back.  The tumor in his head has begun growing again, and the cancer has spread.

The veterinary school will be monitoring him daily, and when it looks like his quality of life has gone, they will let him go.

Finally, we have Saturday off again, so this time, my long weekend really is a long weekend.  And yes, I double checked.  I really do have Friday off this time.

Not making that mistake again.

Monday, October 03, 2016

Part Of Something Good

So, there I was yesterday afternoon, perusing Facebook and semi watching football, when I got a friend request.  It was from someone I didn't know, and we had no mutual friends.  I went to her page, thinking it might be someone I once knew but forgot I once knew, but didn't recognize her.  Still, she posted a lot of similar things to what I post, so I accepted her request.

Almost immediately, I got a PM from her.  She asked me if I knew how to get in touch with another friend, Betsy, because she thought she had Betsy's dog.

Betsy and her family had adopted Rocky about the same time I got Jesse.  The people at the shelter warned them that he was a runner, and they weren't lying.  Rocky has run away several times, and they have to go find him.  He's like the opposite of Jesse.  Rocky is a runner, and Jesse is velcro-- as in Mr. Clingy.

Anyway, this girl, Chelsea, had found him.  She tried to call the phone number on his tags, but for some reason, the call didn't go through.  When Betsy didn't answer the phone, Chelsea looked her up on Facebook and sent her a friend request.  Betsy ignored the request because she didn't recognize the name, and they had no mutual friends.  Next, Chelsea turned to me, because she had seen that I liked most of Betsy's posts.  To make a long story only slightly less long, I passed along Chelsea's contact information, and Betsy's husband went and picked Rocky up.

And that, my friends, is how a Mississippi girl helped a Missouri dog find his way home.

Except I'm still a Texas girl;  I just live in Mississippi...for now.

Back to my regularly scheduled weekend wrapup.

You know you work a lot when you consider a two day weekend as a "long weekend."  What did I do on my long weekend?  Well, for one, I finally got my new comforter out and onto the bed.

I'm not sure why I was thinking the set included a bed skirt, but it doesn't.  I'm going to have to find one, so I can use the space under the bed for storage.  I mean, I already do, but the skirt will help hide the junk.  Not that anyone goes into my bedroom, but still.  I want my junk hidden.  So, I'm getting a bed skirt.

Now that Cody has his own place, I think I'm going to move the curtains from his room into mine.  That was kind of the plan all along.  I'd bought the black ones when I first moved in, just to have something to cover that window up.  The plan here is to move the black panels into the craft/computer/snake room, and move his blue ones into my room.  When I figure out how I want to decorate what will be his room when he's here and a guest room when he's not, then I'll buy new ones to go into there.  You can see the blue curtains at the top of this photo.  I think they'll coordinate with my comforter just fine.

I got my mantle pieces stained.  They are gorgeous.  I wish you could see them in person.  Tomorrow afternoon, I'm going to put the polyurethane coat on them.  Then comes the hard part:  getting them back on the wall.  I can do this.  Really, I can do this.

Saturday, I painted that little bit by my bathroom door.  You remember where I had to patch when we changed the door frame out.

Today,  I had to go pay some bills in town, so I ran by True Value and got the paint for my ceiling.  Funny, it was one year ago today that I first painted the bathroom.  I feel like I've been in limbo for so long waiting to get that tree cut down.  I didn't want to spend a whole lot of money on house stuff, because I needed to make sure I could pay for the tree removal.  Now that it's done, I can finally get back to working on my house.

In the spirit of creativity, I picked up a whole bunch of paint brochures at the hardware store.  I just might let y'all help me pick out colors.

Won't that be fun?

Friday, September 30, 2016

Pride Goeth

Yeah, I got cocky last night.

I went to bed and fell asleep almost right away.  I woke up around 11:30 to answer nature and thought, "Boy, I'm getting some good sleep tonight!  This is going to be great!"  I went back to sleep, only to wake up again at 1:30.  I answered nature one more time, and went back to bed thinking, "Oh, I'm sleeping so well.  I'm going to be so rested in the morning!"

You know what they say about pride going before a fall.   That's right, I didn't fall asleep again.  For the rest of the night.

I tossed.  I turned.  I got hot.  I got cold.  I momentarily freaked out because I couldn't remember if I'd paid the house note for this month, so I had to get out of bed and check.  The cat asked me what I was doing up in the middle of the night.  I told her, "I had to check and make sure I'd paid the house note, or I'll never get back to sleep for worrying about it."

I went back to bed and tossed some more.  Then turned some more.  I threw the covers off.  I pulled them back on.  I rolled over, then I rolled over again.

I remembered my friend posted on Facebook "Pooped today".  She meant she was really tired, but I totally read it another way.  I started giggling.  I giggled some more.  I calmed down, only to think about her post again.  I started giggling again.  I giggled some more again.  Finally, I stopped giggling.

I rolled over.  I turned.  I tossed...on through the night, until the alarm went off at 3:30.  I considered calling in and staying in bed, but I was too close to another attendance bonus, so I dragged my weary body out of bed and went to work.

Where I made a lot of people happy.  "I'm so happy to see you," said the girl who was supposed to take my place when I thought I was going to be off today.  "You have me smiling," said my supervisor.

*Sniff* It's so nice to be appreciated.

Made it through the work day, then came home to discover that the tree guy had cleaned up my yard, but hadn't hauled off my concrete.  "Huh, I guess he didn't want it after all," I thought.  When he came by to get his check, he told me he'd broke his Bobcat, so he's down until Tuesday when his parts get in.  I started to ask if he was going to come back and get that concrete, but didn't want to be a nag, so I didn't.

After he left, I went to the store, and bought egg nog and peppermint mocha creamer.

Since then, I've just been waiting on bedtime, which I think is finally here.  To echo what my friend said, "Pooped today."

Aaand now I'm giggling again....

Thursday, September 29, 2016

Well, Crap

So, you know how I'd taken vacation days for all the Fridays left in the year?  Here I was, looking forward to a long weekend off, since they're giving us Saturday off, too.  After work, I went up to get my paycheck, and the receptionist said, "I don't have yours in here.  They must have keyed it in late."
I thought, "That's odd, since I put in those requests in January.  I'd better check."  When I got home, I checked my computer printout of my approved vacation days, and sure enough, tomorrow isn't on it.  I found my request forms from where I had put in for my days, and it wasn't on those, either.

The more I thought about it, the more I seem to remember telling myself that I wasn't going to put in for the 30th, but I have no idea why.  Whatever.  I thought about calling in and staying home anyway, but I don't want to lose my attendance bonus, so it looks like I'm going to work tomorrow.

I got home this afternoon just in time to watch the tree guy and his crew finish cutting my tree down.

When the trunk fell, hit hit the ground so hard it shook my house.

That was a big tree, I'm telling ya.  After they left, I went out and looked at the stump.

I put my hand on it, just so you could get a bit of perspective how big it is.

I hated having to cut down that big old, beautiful tree, but you got to do what you got to do.  I mentioned to the tree guy that I didn't think it would have lasted through another rainy season, and he concurred.  He said it could have fallen at any time.   I feel much safer now that it is down.

They are going to come back tomorrow and finish cleaning up the back yard, and haul the trunk off.  He asked me if I wanted it for firewood, but I said I didn't think I could handle something so big.  They left me a good sized pile of firewood, though, even without the trunk.

Looks like my next investment will be a chainsaw.

The good news is, between this pile, and the wood left by the previous owner, I should have enough to last several years.

More good news, I was standing there chatting with the tree guy, and he gestured towards the crumbled remnants of my patio and asked, "Do you have any use for your concrete?"

I said no, and he said he'd load them up onto his trailer and haul them off for me.  He didn't say so, but from the glint in his eye, he wasn't just going to dump them in a hole. I don't care what he does with them, just so long as they are out of my yard.

Next step, deciding if I want to replace my patio, and if so, with what?  I won't likely get it done before spring, so I have plenty of time to think and plan.

In the meantime, back to working on the bathroom and mantle.

Wednesday, September 28, 2016

Fall, Maybe

I woke up to this blessed relief from the heat this morning.  I was really tempted to stay in my nice, warm bed, but I didn't.  There are still too many things I want to buy, so off to work I went.

It looks like Fall might finally be here.  It won't last long, though.  It's supposed to be back up into the 90s by the middle of next week.

I finally broke down and called the tree guy back.  I'd called him a couple of weeks ago, and he said he'd come cut my tree down last week.  He never showed.  I called him when I got home this afternoon, and he was like, "Who are you again?".  He has a real good reputation, but frankly, I'm beginning to wonder how he got it.  Anyway, he's going to come tomorrow.  I think maybe just to get me to quit nagging him, but hey, if that's what it takes.

In all my aggravation, I forgot to tell him to leave me the limbs for firewood.

Tuesday, September 27, 2016

F.O. And W.I.P

We have a finished object!

Yes, I finished the cowl I was working on.  I had to leave off the top border, because I ran out of yarn.  I was even sweating the bind off, thinking I might have to tink another round to end up with enough yarn to finish it, but I didn't.  I had 10 inches left when it was all said and done.

Quite frankly, I wasn't that thrilled with the yarn.  I won't buy it again, and am glad to have it out of my stash.  I did like the pattern, though.  So much so that I cast on another one.

This yarn is Caron Simply Soft in Grey Heather.  This is worsted weight, so it's going to end up being a bit bigger, since the pattern calls for fingering.  It might even be big enough to pull up and wear as a wimple.

My new comforter set is here!

I haven't dragged it all out of the bag yet, but I will, maybe tomorrow.

Monday, September 26, 2016

Arnold & Arnie

Back in our college days, my friends Jennifer and Patti were inseparable.  From time to time, they let little ol' me tag along with them.  I was like the annoying little sister trying to follow the cool kids around.

One of our favorite activities was playing miniature golf at this pink and green golf course.  It was one of the really cool ones, with the windmills and castles and stuff.  I loved that golf course.

For some reason, we started calling ourselves by the names of professional golfers.  Patti pretended to be Arnold Palmer.  I pretended to be Jack Nicklaus.  Jennifer pretended to be Lee Trevino (I think, I don't really remember.)  We called ourselves Arnie (short for Arnold), Nick (short for Nicklaus), and Lee (short for um...Lee).  I'm not sure why.  We were young and spontaneous and full of wonder and imagination.

Time went by, we graduated, and went our separate ways.

Jennifer got married and had a daughter.  We eventually lost touch with each other, which I attributed to her trying to keep up with a husband and toddler.

Patti and I stayed friends for a long time.

We snail mailed.  We e-mailed.  We sent each other presents.  She commented on my blog.  In late 2012, we had a bit of a disagreement over politics, and she severed all contact with me.  I missed her.  She was my friend.

About a year ago, I got an e-mail from another college friend.  He'd gotten his copy of our alumni magazine.  There in the Memorial section was my dear friend Patti's name.  She had passed away in 2013, and I never knew.  Soon after that, I got a Facebook friend request from Jennifer.  She sent me a message reminding me who she was -- as if I could forget one of my best friends!  I'm so happy to have her back in my life.

Sunday, I received some sad news.  I immediately messaged Jennifer to see if she had heard.  The great golfer Arnold Palmer had passed away at the age of 87.

We reminisced a bit about our college days, and then Jennifer said, "I wonder if Patti will tell him about our golf."   I wonder, too, if our Arnie will tell Arnold about our golf.  I kind of hope so.

I think he'd like that.


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