Friday, June 24, 2016

Just Like That

I got to work bright and early this morning, and I went to my brazing stand to begin setting up the day's work.  No scraps of paper today.  I checked.  After a few minutes Group Leader Theresa comes up and says, "I need three more headers (manifold assemblies) for this order."

I went and ran off a pick ticket (bill of materials, sort of thing), and a print of what she needed me to order. I thought, "That looks just like what I'm setting up on now."  I check the work order numbers and said, "Hey, that is what I'm setting up on now."

I went and found Group Leader Theresa and showed her.  "This order you said you needed three more of is what I'm setting up on now."

"No it isn't," she said, showing me the order that was on the line.

I showed her the print I'd run and said, "That's the wrong header on that unit."  Sure enough, the brazers on the other shift had gotten two orders mixed up, and had put the wrong headers on one of them.  We had to work that out, and Theresa said, "I'm going to talk to [the boss] about you coming in early.  Too much stuff is messed up."

Just like that, I'm back on 10 hour shifts.

A few weeks ago, I'd posted about the department looking like a tornado had hit it.  The next morning, a coworker who reads my blog stopped me and said, "I read what you wrote.  Isn't that every day?"

Pretty much.  The only difference is whether it's an EF-1 tornado or an EF-5 tornado.  Today was about an EF-4.  Not only that, one of our builders quit a couple of weeks ago.  I know most of you don't know who our builder is or what he does, but you don't really need to.  Just roll with it.  As I was saying, a couple of weeks ago, one of our builders quit, and they haven't given us anyone to replace him.  I guess they figure since it's the temp line and is only going to run for another month or so before they shut it down for the Fall, they think we don't need a replacement.

That leaves us shorthanded every day.  What Theresa usually has to do is to move the other brazer to the vacant builder spot, which leaves me alone doing a two person job.  The sub brazing schedule requires us to do 250 headers per day on average.  Some days it's a little more, other days a little less.  These last few weeks, I've been brazing around 450 per day.  By myself.  Today, I said I'm just not doing that again.  I'm going to braze at my pace, and if the line goes down, then they'll figure out they need to get me some help.

So I brazed at a nice, comfortable pace -- fast enough so that the line didn't go down, but not so fast I wore myself out.  At the end of the day, I thought, "Heck, I'm going to add this up and see how many headers I brazed today."

Supervisor Mike told me once, "You don't know how to go slow."  I guess he has a point.  When I added up all the orders I'd brazed, it came out to 442 headers.

Four hundred and forty two.

I give up.  I just give up.

Look at the flowers, Lizzie.  Look at the flowers.

By the way, I took Terrance's paper back and intended to leave it for the person on 2nd shift.  When it came time to do so, however, I found myself strangely reluctant to part with it.  I find the idea of having a secret admirer to be just a bit exciting.  I guess it's not a secret, since he signed his name, though, is it?

On the other hand, since I have no idea who Terrance is, it still counts.

Thursday, June 23, 2016

Adventures In ...I Don't Know What

I got to work bright and early this morning.  I went to my brazing stand and began setting up my work for the day.  That's when I saw it: a small scrap of paper under the chunk of steel I use for a paperweight.  Thinking it was jut trash, I started to toss it.  When I picked it up, though, I noticed that it had been carefully folded, and set just under the edge of my paperweight as if it had been put there on purpose.

Curious, I unfolded it and on said paper was a phone number and a name.  Oh, I knew right away it wasn't intended for me.  How do I know?

1)  I don't know anyone named Terrance.

2)  I'm not the kind of woman for whom men leave phone numbers under paperweights

3)  Anyone who knows me knows it's a waste of time giving me a phone number, because I will never, ever call it.  I don't call people I like;  I'm certainly not going to call someone I don't even know.

I thought it must have been intended for the girl who brazes on my stand on second shift and she just didn't see it, so I put the paper into my pocket intending to put it back where I'd found it at the end of the day.  And it was a long, hot, frustrating, tiring day.  Then I had to go to the post office.

A phone number and the post office -- two things I dread the most in the same day.  The only way the day could have gotten any worse is if I'd had to go to the dentist, too.

I'm not quite sure why I dread the post office so much.  I think maybe it's that they bombard you with questions any time you need to mail something.  How do you want to send it?  How soon do you want it to get there?  What's in it?  Do you want insurance?  Stamps?  Passport?

Noooooo, it's a baby dress.  I want to mail the baby dress.  Just let me mail the baby dress.  I don't want stamps.  I don't want a passport.  I just want to mail the baby dress!

Despite feeling like a witness in a trial for murder, I persevered and got the baby dress mailed without too much trauma and headed home.  I was emptying my pockets before changing out of my work clothes when I discovered that the aforementioned piece of paper was still in my aforementioned pocket.  Poor Terrance's message never got delivered.

If anyone out there knows Terrance who works at ADP --presumably on 2nd shift-- apologize to him on my behalf.  You also might want to mention that it would probably be better for him to just talk to the person to whom he wants to give his phone number face to face.  That way, it won't mistakenly end up in the hands of a crazy, telephonophobic, white lady...

who might just publish it to the entire internet.

Take that, Terrance!

Tuesday, June 21, 2016

More Good News!

Cody called me last night.  He and his friend DeJuan have found a place to rent.  You might remember DeJuan.  He and Cody were roommates in the dorm at Mississippi College for a while, and have remained friends.  He's also the one who brought Cody to me when my Jimmy broke down on the way to get him a that time, and he found Will the mechanic for us.  Cody told me that DeJuan pulled some strings to get him the interview at St. Dominic's.

This place they found is half of a duplex.  He says the rent is very affordable, and it is in Clinton, close to the Mississippi College campus, and only two minutes away from the police station, so it's in a really safe area.  He's very excited.

There was just one problem.  Neither he nor DeJuan have a credit score.  Seems the only way to get credit is to run up a bunch of debt.  Seems counter intuitive, doesn't it?

I have a friend who wanted to buy a house a few years ago.  She didn't have a credit rating, either, because she'd always saved up and paid cash for whatever she bought.  The only way for her to get approved for a mortgage was to go into debt.  She had to buy a car and finance it in order to build up enough credit that they approved her for her mortgage.  Doesn't make much sense, does it?

Anyway, since they didn't have a credit rating, Cody asked me to cosign on the lease.  Since I do have a credit rating.  Because I'm drowning in debt.  I gave him the information for the application, then gave him permission to forge my signature.  This afternoon, the landlord called me and said I had a credit score in the upper 700s -- which I knew, just having bought a house and a car -- and said Cody had first shot at the duplex if he wanted it.

So, yay!  He's coming home this weekend so I can sign the lease.  I decided this called for a celebration, so I bought pens!

Most people celebrate by having a nice dinner out, or buying jewelry or clothes.  Me, I buy pens.

Not sure what that says about me, but there it is.

Monday, June 20, 2016

The Strangest Thing

Yesterday afternoon, I had the bright idea that I would go out and finish the mowing.  I knew it was hot out there, but the back yard was in the shade.  No problem, right?

I mowed the back yard, and thought, "What the heck, I'll weedeat while I'm at it."  I got the ol' weedeater out and cranked it up.  I got the back yard weedeated...weedate?...weedeaten?...whatever, I got the back yard done and decided to do the front, too.  That's when it happened, the strangest thing.  I'd done around the flower beds and house, and was out weedeating the ditch.  Two really short guys with enormous feet ran by and threw a ring at me!  It's a real pretty gold ring, with some kind of loopy inscription around it.  If you know someone who has lost a ring like that, I have it, OK?

After thoroughly roasting myself, and taking a quick shower, I settled down to an evening of knitting and TV.   What was I knitting, you may ask.  Well, I'll tell you.  Better yet, I'll show you.

First thing, I cast on a new washcloth.

The yarn is Peaches & Creme and the colorway is Black Cherry.  I think this was some that was given to me, because I don't remember buying it.  The pattern is Grandma's Favorite.

I put a few more rounds into this hat.

I'd thought about frogging the whole thing and starting over, since the ribbing is so loose, but I decided against it.  I've got plenty of this yarn, and I knew my new needles would be here soon.  Sure enough, when I got home from work today, I found a box in my car port.  In said box were four sets of needles -- two wooden and two nickle plated--in sizes 5, 6, & 7.

I can't wait to try them out, but I'm determined to finish some of my WIPs before casting on anything new.  Yes, that includes this hat which has been languishing on the needles for several weeks now.

This one is for the charity box, and keeps getting set aside for more exciting things.  Speaking of exciting, I temporarily went off of my yarn diet.  I love these bright colors.

I can make a fun hat for a kid with them.

Adding up my shopping cart, I discovered that I was only $6 away from free shipping, so I tossed this in there, too.  

It is Chroma in Vermont.  I love the fall theme colors.  It isn't machine washable, so it won't be a gift or a charity project.  It'll have to be something for me.

Now, if you will excuse me, I'm off to browse patterns.

Saturday, June 18, 2016


One of my coworkers stopped me this morning, and told me the day just isn't as good when I'm not posting, so I need to do better.  She told me I have to do better than that.  With that admonishment, here is a new post.  What I'm going to talk about is beyond me, but here it is.

Yesterday, I had a bit of a bizarre experience that I wanted to share with you.

I was driving to work, almost there, when this car came barreling out of a side street -- Papermill Rd, for you local folks.  It totally blew through the yield sign and cut in front of me, so close I nearly hit it.  Said car pulled into the employee entrance.  Naturally, I pulled in right behind it.  Said car then let off a passenger, but then tried to back out of the gate.  I don't know, number one, why she didn't go to the passenger drop off lane in the first place.  But I don't know where she thought I was going to go.  I was behind her, and by this time, there were three or four vehicles behind me.

I was sitting there behind her, saying, "Where do you think I'm going to go?"  Then she started motioning me to go around her.  It's a one lane drive!  How in the world did she think I was going to pass her?  Anyway, I was trying to pull to the side so she could back out, and all the vehicles were trying to move over, and it was just a big snarl.  Finally, the security guard had to come out and unblock the area right in front of the guard shack that we aren't supposed to drive in so I could get around her and make enough room for her to back up and pull into the drop off lane and get back out of the gate.

I make it into the parking lot, get my stuff out and head inside the plant.  I go into the break room to put ice in my lunch box, and there is this guy totally blowing off the "small, personal coolers only" rule.  Five people waiting in line behind him and he just keeps scooping and scooping.

And yes, he did fill that entire bag up with ice.

The day just went downhill from there.  In the end, I was glad I did my shopping Thursday -- which was typically mayhemic, oh by the way, so I could just go home and watch TV.

Which is what I did.

Friday, June 17, 2016

Good News!

I was driving home from work several weeks ago, when I saw one of my new neighbors going into his house.  

"Hey!  That looks like one of my coworkers!" I said to myself.  Of course, I called his name, but out of respect for his privacy, I won't post it here.  I thought the next time I saw him at work, I'd have to ask him.  But that's the problem.

I've known this guy for years.  We used to work on the same line for a while, but they've moved us both several times since then.  He now works in a completely different part of the plant, and I seldom see him any more.  

A few weeks after I saw him the first time, I saw him again.  "That is him!" I said, and I waved at him.  I saw him a couple more times as I was driving down the road, waving each time.  Finally, yesterday, I ran into him at work.  

"Is that you I've been seeing on my road?"

"Do you stay on [our road]?", he asked.  "Is that you who has been waving at me?"  Yep!  We got to talking, and he told me he moved into the house he's renting about a month before I moved into mine.  He told me he wants to stay out there, because he really likes the area.  It's nice and quiet.  He said he didn't know any of the neighbors, though, because he goes home and goes inside.  

I told him how nervous I'd been about moving.  I'd lived in my old spot for 20 years, and knew everyone on that road.  Mostly.  I was anxious about not knowing anyone here, but it turns out I know about half the people on the road and didn't even know it.  I'm glad this guy lives here, too.  He's a good guy.  Someone told me he's a preacher.  When we used to both work on the same line, we'd talk about which book of the Bible we were studying at the time.  

So, yay!  

Other than that, there's not much to blog about.  It's been sooooo hot in the plant that by the time I get home, my brain has turned to mush.  I stand there at work all day thinking of stuff to post, but by the time I get home, I just don't feel like doing anything.  

That's why blogging has been sparse this week.  Maybe something exciting will happen and I'll something to post soon. 

Monday, June 13, 2016


Yes, that's right!  I finally got those buttons sewn on to baby Brooklyn's dress.

Alas, when I picked them out, I only thought about how cute they'd look.  I didn't think about how difficult it might be to get the dress buttoned while on a squirming baby.  Ah, well, she'll outgrow it in just a few weeks, then it can become a doll's dress.  Or a keepsake.  I still have a dress my grandma crocheted me when I was a baby.

The point is, it's finally done.  Now I just have to wrap it up and take it to the post office.  Oh, boy.  My favorite thing.

Meanwhile, the cross stitch continues.

It's slow going.  I'm thinking they might not get these this year.  I might ought to dig out the kits I bought two years ago and finish them.  If I can remember where I put them.  You know, when I moved and all.

The little hat is growing, too.

I should be able to make quite a few of these for the charity drawer. The only problem is, I can't find my size 6 circulars, and using size 7 really makes the ribbing too loose.  As much as I hate to do it, I may have to break down and order from Knit Picks again.

I still haven't forgiven them for that credit card fiasco a few years ago.  Well, it's not so much as forgiving them.  I just don't trust them with my financial information any more.  Not after I got my bank account cleared out, and several thousands of dollars worth of fraudulent charges on my credit card.  All from them storing card numbers on an unencrypted server.

Maybe I'll get a money order and just mail it in.  They ought not be able to lose that.

Saturday, June 11, 2016


For the last three days in a row, when my alarm has gone off in the morning, this song has been playing.  I kid you not.  Three days in a row.

I think somebody might be trying to tell me something.

Be still and know that I am God. -- Psalm 46:10

Friday, June 10, 2016


Before you ask, no I did not have a better day at work today.

It's not that my coworker is lazy.  Everyone knows that.  As soon as we found out they were putting her over there with me, people were telling me they felt sorry for me because she is lazy as all get out.  Ok, they didn't use those words, but this is a family friendly blog.  Well, let me tell you, they weren't lying when they said that.     I'm used to that.  The part that burns me up is that she stood there doing absolutely nothing for the last two hours of the day, then blamed ME because she didn't get her work done.  Yeah, she told our supervisor that it's my fault she didn't get the order finished because I didn't do her work for her.  Seriously, she said that.

That just burns me up.

Anyway, I'm going to bed, and here's a marigold.  

Thursday, June 09, 2016

Typical Thor's Day

I knew it was going to be a typical Thor's Day filled with mayhem the second I woke up.  My first waking thought was how badly I wanted to call in sick and just stay in bed.  Then that little voice in my head informed me that I was too close to another perfect attendance bonus to blow it now.  So, out of bed I get and to work I go.

I get to work, clock in, and head upstairs to make my copies of the daily schedule -- only to find the office door locked.  Why, I don't know.  It's never locked.   But it was today.  No big deal.  I'll just run down to Tubing and use their computer to print some out.  I get over there and it figures.  Their computer is down.   Um, yeah.  OK, I'll just use an old schedule until someone gets here.

I go back to my stand, and about that time, I saw the dispatcher come in, so I start to go back upstairs.  She meets me as she's coming back downstairs.  She doesn't have a key.  She works in the production office and doesn't have a production office key.  But, she knows what to do.  She borrows a screwdriver from the maintenance man and jimmies the lock.  We finally make it into the office -- only there are no schedules.  No one has printed them out.  Aaaand...

The day just went down hill from there.

As if that weren't enough.  (TMI WARNING), you know how they say that if your red headed aunt doesn't visit for a year, then you are considered to be through The Change and done with it?  I made it 11 months.  Sigh...

After all that, I just came home, binged on Grimm reruns, and cast on a new hat with the rest of the baby dress yarn.

I just didn't have it in me to do anything else.

Tuesday, June 07, 2016


I think my cat has a death wish.  Thursday night, after a long, mayhemic day of work, I went to crawl into my bed only to discover that she had peed right in the middle of it.  Sigh...  Again, the benefit of sleeping under 15 blankets was that the sheets were still dry.  I just threw all the blankets onto the floor and spent the next two days washing bedding.  Well, not just washing bedding...there was regular laundry and regular work days going on, too.

Somewhat fortuitously, when I got up Friday morning to get ready for work,  I saw an article posted on Facebook by PetMD.  Said article was entitled "Why Is My Cat Peeing In The Bed?"  Seriously.  One of the suggestions was that the cat doesn't like the location of the litter box.  That afternoon, I went to the store and bought her another one.

Another suggestion in the article was that the cat doesn't like the type of litter box.  I already knew she didn't like the ones with the covers.  The one I had was a high sided one, so this time I got one with lower sides.  As I was going through, looking at each litter box, debating with myself, putting them back, then picking it up again, I looked up and there was this lady just laughing at me.  I explained to her, "My cat is very particular."

Anyway, I got her a new box and some fresh litter.  This box, I put in my half bath, so she has a box on each end of the house.  She seems to like it.  She is using both boxes, and so far, no more accidents.  Let's hope it lasts.

Lest you think all I've been doing is playing in cat toilets, take a look at this.  I've had this birdfeeder up since I moved in last fall.

That post is out by my back fence.  I'd bought that hook thing a couple of years ago, and at the time, it seemed like a good -- albeit temporary -- option from which to hang a feeder.  I'd wanted to hang a longer hook thing so that the poor birds who feed on that left side don't have to squeeze in between the feeder and the post.

After much searching, and a little bit of cursing, I finally found a hook I liked at a price I was comfortable with.  You wouldn't believe how much they want for these things.  This one is hand forged iron, coated so it doesn't rust.

This afternoon, I got out there and hung it.  Now the little birds have room on both sides!  I got another hook, so I can hang a second feeder on the other side of the post if I want to.

Yesterday evening, I got out and tried to deadhead my roses.  That was a job, and I'm still not done.  I found these growing on the back fence.  They are some kind of trumpet vine.  I've only seen the bright orange ones, so I thought these looked cool.

I'm making progress on the cross stitch.

But I still haven't gotten the buttons sewn onto the baby dress.  I really must get it done before it ends up being a gift for Brooklyn's babies!

Monday, June 06, 2016


Today we honor them, these men who didn't need a safe space.  Today we remember them, these men who stormed the gates of Hell and conquered a tyrant.

Today we give thanks for them, for their courage, for their strength, for their sacrifice.

These members of The Greatest Generation.

Friday, June 03, 2016

Dear Coworker

If you want to play the race card by claiming the group leader is favoring me because of my race, it might carry more weight if the group leader (and the supervisor, also, lest we forget) was actually of my race, instead of being of your race.  Don't you think?

While we are on the subject, you're getting all upset because you say she "won't move the white girl".  So tell me, when was the last time she moved you?  Oh, yeah, that's right.  Never! Which means she's moved me a whole lot more than she's ever moved you.  Oh, but never let the facts get in the way of a good agenda, right?

And by the way, I've never seen you volunteer to take our other coworker's place when the group leader tries to move her.  That's something I have done -- many times.  

"No, no, I'll go.  You move Tasha a lot.  It's my turn to go."  "No, it's OK.  I'll go the whole day, instead of four hours.  She was on the line all day yesterday;  it's my turn."

I've never heard those words come out of your mouth.  Here is something else for you to chew on. I'm the one who went to our supervisor in the first place and discussed with him about our group leader moving Tasha all the time.   I'm the one who told him it wasn't fair to either of us -- not to Tasha because she's the one who is always being moved, but it's also not fair for her to expect me to do a two person job by myself every day -- and that she needed to move us equally.  Have you ever done that?  I didn't think so.

Next time the group leader tries to move Tasha, why don't you put your money where your mouth is, and volunteer to go in her place?  Otherwise, shut up and get off your high horse.  Like I told you last week, I'm not the pet because she just likes me.  She likes me because I work.  That's exactly what she said to me when I told her what you said, "I don't favor you.  It's because you work."

It's because I work.  Maybe you should try it sometime, instead of playing on your phone all day and then complaining about how ill used you are.  All you're doing is making yourself look like a spoiled, selfish child pitching a hissy fit, which is exactly what you are.  Grow up and get over yourself.

Thank you.

That is all.

Wednesday, June 01, 2016

Did I Ever Mention?

The plan was to finish Baby Brooklyn's dress over the Memorial Day weekend.  All I needed to do was seam the back of the skirt and sew on the buttons.  That was it.  Just seam it up and sew on the buttons.

Did I ever mention that I really don't like seaming?

I picked it up several times and held the edges together, then I put it back down.  After the fourth time, I did what any good knitter who hates seaming would do.  I cast on another whole dress.

That's right.  Instead of sewing one little seam, I knit another entire dress.  This time, when I got to the skirt, I joined it and knit it in the round.

Much better.

Now, all I have to do is weave in the cast on tail and sew the buttons, and it'll be done and ready to wrap and mail.  I've got a coworker who is expecting a baby girl in October, so I've got that long to psych myself up to knit that one little seam on the other dress...wish me luck.

One of my gardenias is loaded with blooms.

The good news is, they seem to be stabilizing.  This one still looks pretty sad, but at least they don't seem to be getting worse.

Maybe they'll survive after all.  I hope so.  I love the smell of gardenias.

I didn't do much for Memorial Day, but I did set a Missing Man place at my table.

For all my brothers and sisters who never made it home.

Monday, May 30, 2016

Memorial Day

“On thy grave the rain shall fall from the eyes of a mighty nation!” – Thomas William Parsons

Friday, May 27, 2016

Dear Coworker

If I'm not part of this department when you are planning parties, then don't be hooting and hollering about how I am part of this department when the boss is chewing you out for playing on your phone all day.

While you were over there pitching your little hissy fit, the boss was telling me, "Why should I tell you anything?  You're doing your work."

That's what you don't seem to get.  I'm not the pet because the boss just likes me.  The boss likes me because I work.  Maybe you should try it sometime.

Thank you.

That is all.

Thursday, May 26, 2016

A Day Of Good

Good news!  Cody does not have strep.  His fever broke a couple of days ago, and his throat wasn't hurting any more.  He decided to go to the doctor anyway to find out why he's been feeling so bad lately.  The doctor gave him a clean bill of health, and said he is probably suffering from anxiety.  He wrote Cody a prescription for anxiety meds, but Cody didn't fill it.  He said he wanted to ask me what I thought first.

That's how you know your children are growing up.  You suddenly get smart again.

Anyway, I told him to try some natural methods of dealing with anxiety first.  Cut back on the sugar and caffeine, get regular exercise, drink chamomile tea and get plenty of sleep.  If that doesn't help, he can always get the prescription filled in a few weeks.

The better news is, he got a job!!  He will be working as a radiation technician assistant at St Dominic's Hospital there in Jackson.  It's a full time job, starting at $10.00 per hour.  I have a feeling that a steady income will do a lot towards relieving his anxiety.  And his mother's.  

I went to the store after work and bought some buttons for Baby Brooklyn's dress.  I keep wanting to call her Baby Brittani, because I called Brittani that for so long.  But now Brit is all grown up and having a baby of her own.  *Sniff...where does the time go?

We have a two day weekend for Memorial Day, and that is my goal for the weekend.  To get Brooklyn's dress finished, wrapped up, and ready to mail.

Lookit!  I've got a gardenia bloom!

I've got several more buds just about to open, too.  I'm worried, though, because the leaves are turning yellow and dying.  I've fertilized them with something specifically for gardenias, and I'm adding coffee grounds to the soil every couple of weeks, but nothing seems to be helping.  I've researched and found that too much fiddling with them will do them more harm than good, so I'm trying to leave them alone for now.  I'm hoping this may just be transplant shock or something.

I've also read that too much water can cause this, and we have had a very, very wet spring this year.  Maybe when the soil dries out a bit, they'll perk up.

I'm trying not to worry too much.  If they die, they die.  I'll spend the rest of the summer improving the soil -- mainly digging all the rocks out and mixing garden soil or potting soil into it.  But there's plenty of earthworms there, so the soil can't be too bad.

Now, I need something to relieve my anxiety.

Tuesday, May 24, 2016

My Flowers

What with all the knitting and baby dresses here lately, I've been remiss in showing you my flowers.  I realized it's been a while, so here I am to rectify that post haste.

First up, a gardenia bud:

I can't wait for them to bloom.  I love the smell of gardenias.

My little flower bed is really coming on.

I'm really liking these angelonias.  I wonder that I didn't buy them before.  I think they'll be a regular addition to my annual bed from now on.

Vinca bloom.  I'm iffy about these.  I kind of like them, but kind of don't.  Eh, that's why I deal in annuals.  I'm not locked in to a long term commitment.  If I don't like something, then I can get something else next year.

Another reason I deal in annuals:

It appears one of my dianthus has died.  The others seem to be hanging in there, though only one still has blooms.

If they come back next year, good.  If they don't, I won't cry too much over them.

My roses, on the other hand, are doing very well.

I need to get out and deadhead them.  Maybe this weekend I can get out and do that.

Look at this:

This is one of the clearance marigolds.  I thought it was going to die.  Seriously, it was down to a leaf and a half.  See those little white things?  That's slug killer.  Since I started putting it down, this little plant has rebounded in a big way.  I think it a couple more weeks, it'll be blooming like the others.

Finally, I can't remember if I showed you the thrift shop pitcher after I planted an impatiens in it, so here it is:

And that's about it for today.

Monday, May 23, 2016

Almost Finished!

I'm almost finished with the baby dress.  Now, I just need to seam the back and add buttons.

Cody contacted me last night.  He thought he might have strep, and wanted to go to the doctor.  When I got home from work, I asked him what the doctor said, but he couldn't get an appointment until Wednesday.  But, he said his fever had broken, so it might not be strep after all.  So, that's good.

Some sad news, LSU mascot Mike VI has been diagnosed with a very rare and serious cancer.

First Bevo, now Mike.  It's been a tough year for college mascots.

Thursday, May 19, 2016

Thor's Day Mayhem

I went to work expecting the typical Thor's Day mayhem.  It always seems to fall on Thursdays, doesn't it?  Legend has it that Loki -- the Norse god of mischief -- is jealous of Thor and tries to ruin things.  And Thor's day seems to be the perfect day for that.

However, today seemed as if it were going to be very non mayhemic.  Everything was going swimmingly....until about 10:00.  Then I noticed a smell.  A bad smell.  It got so bad that my coworkers were turning around asking me if I were burning something up.

No, it isn't me.  It smells like a motor burning.  That's when I saw it.  Thick black smoke billowing out of my fan motor.  Then came the screaming and the running.  OK, not really.  No screaming and no running.

I simply did what any former active duty Electronics Technician Third Class Petty Officer would do.  I unplugged the fan and called maintenance.  Soon, the maintenance man came and brought me a nice, shiny new fan.  Then he plugged it in and all the dust on it flew into my face, and I spent the rest of the day looking like a dalmatian.

Speaking of mayhem, for some reason the cat has decided she needs to start marking her territory.  On my new furniture.  I don't know why.  She's never peed on the furniture before.  Well, there was that one time on the bed, but that was on the dog's stinky blanket, so it doesn't count.

She pees on dirty laundry, bathroom rugs, and door mats, but never on the furniture.  But now, she's peeing on the couch.  I tried several different things to keep her from doing it, but eventually, I had to resort to the dreaded plastic sofa cover.

One for the chair, too.

Yes, the cushion is out of the chair.  It's airing.

I was at the store, and wandered down the clearance aisle.  There I saw it, and set of flannel sheets on clearance.

Yes, they have fishermen on them, but when the lights are out, who is going to know?

I bought a new hanging plant.

And baby Brooklyn's dress is moving right along.

Maybe I can finish by the weekend.  Then I'll have to find my button box and see what buttons I can come up with.  That's going to be the real challenge.

Eh, maybe I'll just buy some.

Monday, May 16, 2016

Such A Nerd

I am such a nerd.

A history nerd, that is.

I'd put that Scott's Turf Builder on my front yard a week or so ago.  I was reading up to try to find out how soon I could spread the grass seed I'd bought.  My mental conversation went something like this:

Hmmm, OK, it says you can reseed 30 days after applying the weed killer...soooo, that would make it June 6.  Ah!  D-Day!  I can reseed on D-Day.  So, I guess D-Day is d-day."

Then I laughed uproariously as if I'd said something terribly witty and clever instead of something and clever.

Ahem, moving right along.

Saturday was a totally psycho day at work.  We'd only been there about an hour when a fight broke out.  They took those two people up to the office and calmed them down.  The dust had barely settled from that fight, when another one broke out, this time between a girl and her boyfriend.  They got those two separated, when the girl tried to pick a fight with another girl,  "What are you looking at?  You got something to say?"

As if that weren't enough, we started running out of things.  First this part, then that part, then another part.  By this time, we were looking around asking each other if we'd gotten our dates mixed up.  "I thought yesterday was Friday the 13th!"  Finally, they decided to just cut their losses and send everyone home.

So, yay.  But then I had to go to the store, were I broke my self imposed moratorium on buying yarn.  I'd made it almost three years.  But, see, we have a little girl coming into the family in July and I wanted to knit something for her.  I perused my stash, but nothing leapt out and grabbed me.  

At the store, wandering down the yarn aisle, this did leap out and grab me.

I picked up two skeins of it, thinking I'd make a blanket.  However, I thought better of that, since most new mothers get more baby blankets than they know what to do with.    Besides, this baby will be born in the summer, in the land of air made of hot soup.   She won't really need a blanket. On to plan B.  A baby dress.  A lacy, frilly baby dress.  But not too lacy or frilly.

I did an online pattern search and came up with this little gem.  You can get the pattern here:  Lazy Daisy Baby Dress.

It is knit flat, then you seam the skirt up to the button band.  I'm thinking if I ever make another one, I might try joining it and knitting in the round after I do the bodice part.  Step one:  find circular needles.

Lest you think I've forgotten my little cross stitch ornaments, I haven't.

Yes, that is painter's tape I used to keep the edges from fraying.  I have some masking tape around here somewhere.  That's the key word:  somewhere.  Oh well, it'll turn up, most likely right after I've bought a new roll.

Isn't that the way it goes?

Thursday, May 12, 2016

Dear Coworker

No, I really don't need to smell your safety glasses.

Seriously, I don' smell...your safety glasses.   So, would you be so kind as to stop shoving them under my nose?

Thank you.

That is all.

Wednesday, May 11, 2016

Mulching Day

Yes, it took a while, but at long last, today was mulching day.  First thing I had to do was go buy mulch.  Since I had to go get milk anyway -- story of my life--I picked up four bags of pine bark mulch while I was there.  As soon as I got home, I put some around my gardenias.   They were looking pretty sad, and I was getting worried about them.

I'd gotten some of that weed barrier fabric stuff, so I put a piece of that around each gardenia, and spread the mulch over that.  It's been so hot and muggy today that by the time I was done with that, I was absolutely drenched in sweat.  I came inside and cooled off a bit before doing my other bed.

Once the sweat had somewhat dried, I went back out and spread more mulch in my little front bed. Look, my marigolds are blooming!

These are the ones I bought on clearance for half price.  I'm not sure why they were marked down, but they are doing just fine.

Even the tiny one that I though was going to die seems to be making a comeback.  Oh, and I checked on my gardenias before going back inside.  It had just been a couple of hours, but they already seem to have perked up a bit.

As if I didn't have enough going on, I bought these:

I'd been admiring them in the Herrschner's catalog for years now.  I thought they'd make perfect Christmas gifts for my brother and sister in law, since they're both musicians.  You know they say to wait 30 days, but I'd been wanting them for along longer than that.  Last week, I saw them in the newest catalog and thought, "What the heck, I'm getting them."  Now, the trick is to actually get them done before Christmas.  It's already May.  I'd better get cracking.

Finally, these are going to be for my bathroom -- eventually.

Now that my flower beds are mostly set for this year, I might have time to get started on them.

If I can stay off of Facebook, that is.


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