Overheard at work today:
Male Coworker #1: "You smell good. I'm going to come stand over here by you today."
Female Coworker: "That's not me. That's [Male Coworker #2]"
Male Coworker #1: "uh....."
Friday, October 04, 2013
Thursday, October 03, 2013
A New Adventure
A couple of weeks ago, in what is probably just another vain attempt to control that mass of frizz that grows out of my head, I bought myself some curlers.
I say probably, because so far, I haven't been able to leave the things in my head long enough for my hair to dry. I'm giving it yet another try tonight.
I'll let you know how it goes.
I get to go deer hunting this year. I've never been deer hunting. I've been varmint hunting and such, but this'll be the first time I've hunted deer. Oh, I always could have gone. All I had to do was ask. I just didn't want to go.
But now, with our reduced hours, I need to get some meat in the freezer. So look out, Bambi! I'm coming for you.
The good news is, we are working tomorrow. This'll be the first five day paycheck we've had in a long time.
Well, I've made it through this post without taking the curlers our of my head, so maybe there's hope.
I'll let you know...
I say probably, because so far, I haven't been able to leave the things in my head long enough for my hair to dry. I'm giving it yet another try tonight.
I'll let you know how it goes.
I get to go deer hunting this year. I've never been deer hunting. I've been varmint hunting and such, but this'll be the first time I've hunted deer. Oh, I always could have gone. All I had to do was ask. I just didn't want to go.
But now, with our reduced hours, I need to get some meat in the freezer. So look out, Bambi! I'm coming for you.
The good news is, we are working tomorrow. This'll be the first five day paycheck we've had in a long time.
Well, I've made it through this post without taking the curlers our of my head, so maybe there's hope.
I'll let you know...
Wednesday, October 02, 2013
Tuesday, October 01, 2013
Chats On The Farmhouse Porch
Yay! Netflix has finally gotten season 3 of The Walking Dead available for streaming. That's all I've been doing the last couple of days. Well, except I watched Bones and Sleepy Hollow last night. I've been enjoying Sleepy Hollow, but to me the best part of the show is watching how Ichabod interacts with modern technology. Once he's all adjusted and stuff, I'm not sure if the show will still hold my interest. We'll have to wait and see.
QUESTIONS
1. When you pass the salt, do you automatically send the pepper with it?
Well, since I'm by myself, there's no need to pass the salt or pepper or anything else for that matter. And since I don't really like salt (which can make things difficult since sodium is required by our bodies), I don't use it on anything anyway.
2. How many fingers do you usually type with?
All of them. I still type the old fashioned way, like I learned in my typing class in high school.
3. Do you keep interesting coins when you run across them?
Yes, I do. At one time, I was a fairly active coin collector, but not so much any more. I still keep the unusual or interesting ones.
4. Did you enjoy September, or did it fly by too quickly?
No, I didn't particularly enjoy it. I didn't particularly dislike it, either. It's just another month to me.
5. If I could _________, I'd get more done each day.
Quit work. Or stay off Facebook, take your pick.
Now, if you will excuse me, I'm off to watch some more Walking Dead.
QUESTIONS
1. When you pass the salt, do you automatically send the pepper with it?
Well, since I'm by myself, there's no need to pass the salt or pepper or anything else for that matter. And since I don't really like salt (which can make things difficult since sodium is required by our bodies), I don't use it on anything anyway.
2. How many fingers do you usually type with?
All of them. I still type the old fashioned way, like I learned in my typing class in high school.
3. Do you keep interesting coins when you run across them?
Yes, I do. At one time, I was a fairly active coin collector, but not so much any more. I still keep the unusual or interesting ones.
4. Did you enjoy September, or did it fly by too quickly?
No, I didn't particularly enjoy it. I didn't particularly dislike it, either. It's just another month to me.
5. If I could _________, I'd get more done each day.
Quit work. Or stay off Facebook, take your pick.
Now, if you will excuse me, I'm off to watch some more Walking Dead.
Monday, September 30, 2013
An F.O. n' Stuff
Here's the F.O.
You know, I sometimes see hat patterns with a 120 stitch cast on, in worsted weight. This one is a 96 stitch cast on, and it's quite large. I can only imagine how huge a 120 stitch cast on would be.
I don't have enough brown yarn to make another hat, so I think I might make a striped one with this yarn and the camo yarn I used for my last hat, which I just realized I never posted a photo of. So here it is:
Brown ribbing, camo body, and brown crown. I think that'll look fine.
Now, for the n'Stuff.
I did a good job by separating those spider lilies last year. I'm going to have a buttload of them this year. These are a patch in my front yard.
Here are the ones in my front flower bed.
And that's not even counting the ones in the back yard, and there will be a bunch of them, too.
Speaking of flower beds, this is all that remains of my poor Four O'Clocks.
I don't think I'm going to fool with them next year. Whatever is eating them alive doesn't seem to be touching anything else, but these are pathetic looking. Most of them are completely stripped, and only have one or two sad looking little leaves at the very top. As much as I love the plant, it just isn't worth it.
I've been watching that new show on FOX called Sleepy Hollow. It's pretty good. I was talking about it at work today, and found a coworker who had never heard that story. I promised to tell it to her tomorrow, so I need to reread it myself to get all the details down.
So, I'm off to do a little reading.
Later.
You know, I sometimes see hat patterns with a 120 stitch cast on, in worsted weight. This one is a 96 stitch cast on, and it's quite large. I can only imagine how huge a 120 stitch cast on would be.
I don't have enough brown yarn to make another hat, so I think I might make a striped one with this yarn and the camo yarn I used for my last hat, which I just realized I never posted a photo of. So here it is:
Brown ribbing, camo body, and brown crown. I think that'll look fine.
Now, for the n'Stuff.
I did a good job by separating those spider lilies last year. I'm going to have a buttload of them this year. These are a patch in my front yard.
Here are the ones in my front flower bed.
And that's not even counting the ones in the back yard, and there will be a bunch of them, too.
Speaking of flower beds, this is all that remains of my poor Four O'Clocks.
I don't think I'm going to fool with them next year. Whatever is eating them alive doesn't seem to be touching anything else, but these are pathetic looking. Most of them are completely stripped, and only have one or two sad looking little leaves at the very top. As much as I love the plant, it just isn't worth it.
I've been watching that new show on FOX called Sleepy Hollow. It's pretty good. I was talking about it at work today, and found a coworker who had never heard that story. I promised to tell it to her tomorrow, so I need to reread it myself to get all the details down.
So, I'm off to do a little reading.
Later.
Friday, September 27, 2013
A Change Of Plans
Our pastor retired back in January, and this Sunday, we've got a potential new pastor coming to preach. Cody wanted to come home for the weekend. Beverly was going to go down and pick him up, but her schedule got pretty full pretty quickly.
When we found out the plant was going to be off today, we decided it would be better if I went and got him. So, my plans for the day changed. My plans to sit in front of the TV all day, I mean. Oh, and go to Wal-mart and buy dog food and bread.
I have such an exciting life.
I drove down there and got him, and made him drive back. Well, part way at least. He hadn't slept well, and after I ate my baloney sandwich -- I packed a lunch, much cheaper than McDonald's-- and knit a little while, we traded places and I drove the rest of the way.
What did I knit on, you ask? I'll tell you. I cast on a new soldier hat.
This is a full sized hat, 96 stitch cast on, not a beanie. The yarn is Cascade 220 Superwash, and the color is some sort of dull brownish soldiery type color.
When I got home, I discovered these beauties in my front yard.
Which reminded me that I'd never posted this photo of a bindweed bloom.
I took it about a month ago, but never got around to posting it. I've been really lazy with my picture taking lately.
I need to do better.
When we found out the plant was going to be off today, we decided it would be better if I went and got him. So, my plans for the day changed. My plans to sit in front of the TV all day, I mean. Oh, and go to Wal-mart and buy dog food and bread.
I have such an exciting life.
I drove down there and got him, and made him drive back. Well, part way at least. He hadn't slept well, and after I ate my baloney sandwich -- I packed a lunch, much cheaper than McDonald's-- and knit a little while, we traded places and I drove the rest of the way.
What did I knit on, you ask? I'll tell you. I cast on a new soldier hat.
This is a full sized hat, 96 stitch cast on, not a beanie. The yarn is Cascade 220 Superwash, and the color is some sort of dull brownish soldiery type color.
When I got home, I discovered these beauties in my front yard.
Which reminded me that I'd never posted this photo of a bindweed bloom.
I took it about a month ago, but never got around to posting it. I've been really lazy with my picture taking lately.
I need to do better.
Thursday, September 26, 2013
Fernando
A couple of days ago, one of the Chats questions was "What is your favorite kind of nut?" My answer was Group Leader Fernando.
We have a relationship that can best be described as...well...let's just say stormy.
We fight a lot. We always have. Sixteen years ago when I was his inspector, we fought so much people started asking us if we were married. Someone told me that again today. "You two act just like an old married couple. You really do."
I wouldn't know, not having ever been a part of an old married couple.
Today had been a very rough day at work, and we were both tired, irritable, and frustrated. Naturally, we took it out on each other. Kind of like an old married couple.
Or, so I've heard...
Right in the middle of our fussing, I walked around behind him, and I picked his pocket. No, I didn't take his wallet, though I probably could have. I took his cigarettes. He should really quit smoking anyway. I took his cigarettes, and the little blue box he keeps them in. I stuck my hand down into his pocket and took his cigarettes. And the little blue box he keeps them in.
He didn't even notice.
A couple of hours later, he was looking for them. He asked me if I'd seen them. I tried to play innocent, but he must have seen it in my face.
"You know something," he said. "What did you do?"
"Me?" I asked innocently. "Would I do something?"
Then I took his cigarettes and the little blue box he keeps them in out of my pocket and showed him.
"Where did you find them?" he asked.
"I took them out of your pocket," I said.
He couldn't believe that.
"You did not!"
"I did, too."
"How?"
"I reached my hand into your pocket and took them."
"You put your hand into my pocket?"
"Yes," I said. "I pulled your pocket open, put my hand inside, and got your cigarettes. I even caressed your behind while I was in there."
I didn't really. I just told him that.
"Where was I?", he asked. "What was I doing? How did I not notice???"
He's such an easy mark.
I suppose if I ever quit my job, I can take up a life of petty crime.
Apparently, I'm a pretty good pickpocket.
Yeah...
We have a relationship that can best be described as...well...let's just say stormy.
We fight a lot. We always have. Sixteen years ago when I was his inspector, we fought so much people started asking us if we were married. Someone told me that again today. "You two act just like an old married couple. You really do."
I wouldn't know, not having ever been a part of an old married couple.
Today had been a very rough day at work, and we were both tired, irritable, and frustrated. Naturally, we took it out on each other. Kind of like an old married couple.
Or, so I've heard...
Right in the middle of our fussing, I walked around behind him, and I picked his pocket. No, I didn't take his wallet, though I probably could have. I took his cigarettes. He should really quit smoking anyway. I took his cigarettes, and the little blue box he keeps them in. I stuck my hand down into his pocket and took his cigarettes. And the little blue box he keeps them in.
He didn't even notice.
A couple of hours later, he was looking for them. He asked me if I'd seen them. I tried to play innocent, but he must have seen it in my face.
"You know something," he said. "What did you do?"
"Me?" I asked innocently. "Would I do something?"
Then I took his cigarettes and the little blue box he keeps them in out of my pocket and showed him.
"Where did you find them?" he asked.
"I took them out of your pocket," I said.
He couldn't believe that.
"You did not!"
"I did, too."
"How?"
"I reached my hand into your pocket and took them."
"You put your hand into my pocket?"
"Yes," I said. "I pulled your pocket open, put my hand inside, and got your cigarettes. I even caressed your behind while I was in there."
I didn't really. I just told him that.
"Where was I?", he asked. "What was I doing? How did I not notice???"
He's such an easy mark.
I suppose if I ever quit my job, I can take up a life of petty crime.
Apparently, I'm a pretty good pickpocket.
Yeah...
Wednesday, September 25, 2013
And The Hits Just Keep On Coming
We are on 4 days again this week, and rumor has it we will be on 4 days for the rest of the year. Time to tighten your belts and stock up on beans and rice.
In the meantime, I've been working on my dress. I'm to the point of sewing in the zipper and hemming it, and it will be done.
But first, I need to hem my skirt.
I mean, it's been finished for a month, except for the hemming. I guess I really need to get on it, huh?
In the meantime, I've been working on my dress. I'm to the point of sewing in the zipper and hemming it, and it will be done.
But first, I need to hem my skirt.
I mean, it's been finished for a month, except for the hemming. I guess I really need to get on it, huh?
Tuesday, September 24, 2013
Chats On The Farmhouse Porch
I walked out the door this morning to go to work, and the air was pink. Seriously. The air was pink.
I immediately thought of the old saying, "Red sky in the morning, sailor take warning." Sure enough, by 8:30, the sky was so dark I thought it was night, and it was raining cows and elephants.
That's like cats and dogs, only bigger.
At least I knew why my hair was especially frizzy today.
By the time I got off of work, the rain had stopped, though the sky was still overcast, so maybe we'd better have our chat inside today. OK?
1. How well do you handle change?
Not well. Not well at all. I like sameness. I don't like change. I don't even like it when I run out of bananas and have to eat peaches for lunch. I want everything to be the same. Always.
2. What did you have for breakfast this morning?
Oatmeal and milk, same as I do every morning.
3. What's your favorite kind of nut? (Almond, pecan, peanut, walnut,cashews, macadamia, brazil, etc)
Group Leader Fernando.
No, seriously, walnuts. I could live on walnuts. I pretty much love all nuts, except peanuts-- which are technically a legume and not a nut.
4. Do you have a pumpkin in your house or yard?
No. I haven't done real pumpkins in a long time. I have some fake pumpkins that I put in the living room. I still haven't gotten my fall decorations out. Maybe this weekend.
5. Would you like it if I changed the format of these Chats? What do you think would be good? Would you enjoy fill in the blanks, one big topic to discuss, or something else?
It's your chat, you can do whatever you want. As for me, refer to #1.
Well, it looks like the bottom is about to drop out again, so I'd better cut this week's chat short so you can all make it home before the storm hits again. See you next week.
I immediately thought of the old saying, "Red sky in the morning, sailor take warning." Sure enough, by 8:30, the sky was so dark I thought it was night, and it was raining cows and elephants.
That's like cats and dogs, only bigger.
At least I knew why my hair was especially frizzy today.
By the time I got off of work, the rain had stopped, though the sky was still overcast, so maybe we'd better have our chat inside today. OK?
1. How well do you handle change?
Not well. Not well at all. I like sameness. I don't like change. I don't even like it when I run out of bananas and have to eat peaches for lunch. I want everything to be the same. Always.
2. What did you have for breakfast this morning?
Oatmeal and milk, same as I do every morning.
3. What's your favorite kind of nut? (Almond, pecan, peanut, walnut,cashews, macadamia, brazil, etc)
Group Leader Fernando.
No, seriously, walnuts. I could live on walnuts. I pretty much love all nuts, except peanuts-- which are technically a legume and not a nut.
4. Do you have a pumpkin in your house or yard?
No. I haven't done real pumpkins in a long time. I have some fake pumpkins that I put in the living room. I still haven't gotten my fall decorations out. Maybe this weekend.
5. Would you like it if I changed the format of these Chats? What do you think would be good? Would you enjoy fill in the blanks, one big topic to discuss, or something else?
It's your chat, you can do whatever you want. As for me, refer to #1.
Well, it looks like the bottom is about to drop out again, so I'd better cut this week's chat short so you can all make it home before the storm hits again. See you next week.
Monday, September 23, 2013
Space
Today, I'm going to write about something that has been bugging me for a quite a while. I realize it's going to be a bit controversial, and that I'll probably get jumped all over for it, but I'm going to say it anyway. It's a question I've been asking myself for years.
What is it about being in church that gives people the idea that they have the right to violate your personal space? Why is it that the minute you walk into a church, people think they have the right to just run up and start putting their hands all over you?
I spend 8 hours a day (more or less) at work, and people don't put their hands on me like they do at church.
I go to Wal-mart, and random people don't run up and start grabbing and pawing at me like they do at church.
I go to the Downtown Jubilee, or Balloons Over Grenada, or the Memphis Zoo and nobody tries to tickle or pinch, or stroke, or fondle or grope me like they do at church. OK, well, that's just the one disgusting creep, but still...
I can't stand it. I don't even like it when people I like touch me. I certainly don't like it when random people I barely know and certainly don't like -- I know, I know, how un-Christlike of me-- pat and stroke and drape themselves all over me.
But if I were to stand up and scream "KEEP YOUR HANDS OFF OF ME!!!!!", then I would be considered the bad guy. So I have to sit there and just take it. I plaster a fake smile on my face, and grit my teeth and put up with it even though inwardly I am seething.
I go home with my skin crawling, and feeling like I've been molested, and I skip church a lot.
And I hate that what should be the highlight of my week has become the thing I dread the most.
I know that the more outgoing, touchy-feely types among you will not understand why I feel this way. But I do. Now, if you will excuse me, I must go prepare to be lambasted.
What is it about being in church that gives people the idea that they have the right to violate your personal space? Why is it that the minute you walk into a church, people think they have the right to just run up and start putting their hands all over you?
I spend 8 hours a day (more or less) at work, and people don't put their hands on me like they do at church.
I go to Wal-mart, and random people don't run up and start grabbing and pawing at me like they do at church.
I go to the Downtown Jubilee, or Balloons Over Grenada, or the Memphis Zoo and nobody tries to tickle or pinch, or stroke, or fondle or grope me like they do at church. OK, well, that's just the one disgusting creep, but still...
I can't stand it. I don't even like it when people I like touch me. I certainly don't like it when random people I barely know and certainly don't like -- I know, I know, how un-Christlike of me-- pat and stroke and drape themselves all over me.
But if I were to stand up and scream "KEEP YOUR HANDS OFF OF ME!!!!!", then I would be considered the bad guy. So I have to sit there and just take it. I plaster a fake smile on my face, and grit my teeth and put up with it even though inwardly I am seething.
I go home with my skin crawling, and feeling like I've been molested, and I skip church a lot.
And I hate that what should be the highlight of my week has become the thing I dread the most.
I know that the more outgoing, touchy-feely types among you will not understand why I feel this way. But I do. Now, if you will excuse me, I must go prepare to be lambasted.
Saturday, September 21, 2013
Rylea
We have some new neighbors, and they have some dogs.
Their dogs and our dogs have been having some squabbles trying to establish territory, pecking order, and whatnot. They'll eventually get used to each other, and may even become friends. But for now, there's some bickering going on.
Last Friday, one of them bit Rylea. It was just a small wound on her shoulder, so I cleaned it out with Betadine and Neosporin for a few days, and it seemed to be doing OK. I noticed a little bit of puffiness around it, but just attributed it to the bite being a little swollen.
Well, yesterday evening, when I was feeding her supper, I noticed she had a great big blob on her shoulder, right where that bite was. You can kind of see it in this somewhat grainy photo I took with my phone. It's a big, puffy spot on her right shoulder, on the left side of the photo.
Since I was planning on taking Jesse to the vet today anyway for his heartworm preventative shot, I leashed Rylea up and took her in, too.
The vet said it was just fluid built up under her skin. He called it a seroma. Basically, when she got bitten, it pulled her skin away from her shoulder and that space filled up with fluid. He drained it, and said it would probably fill back up, and that was OK. All I had to do was drain it again. It looks like a lot of blood, but it's mostly just fluid with a little bit of blood in it.
He did give her an antibiotic, because there is the possibility of an underlying infection, but said that she would be OK.
I came home, ate a little bit of lunch, then went to the Downtown Jubilee. I didn't stay long. I usually go early in the morning, but I'd forgotten about it, until I saw the sign on the way to the vet's office. Everything seemed down this year. There weren't that many craft booths. Even the car show only had about 5 or 6 cars. So, I came on home and watched football for the rest of the day.
The good news is, my spider lilies are starting to peek out of the ground.
That's a sure sign fall is here for real!
Their dogs and our dogs have been having some squabbles trying to establish territory, pecking order, and whatnot. They'll eventually get used to each other, and may even become friends. But for now, there's some bickering going on.
Last Friday, one of them bit Rylea. It was just a small wound on her shoulder, so I cleaned it out with Betadine and Neosporin for a few days, and it seemed to be doing OK. I noticed a little bit of puffiness around it, but just attributed it to the bite being a little swollen.
Well, yesterday evening, when I was feeding her supper, I noticed she had a great big blob on her shoulder, right where that bite was. You can kind of see it in this somewhat grainy photo I took with my phone. It's a big, puffy spot on her right shoulder, on the left side of the photo.
Since I was planning on taking Jesse to the vet today anyway for his heartworm preventative shot, I leashed Rylea up and took her in, too.
The vet said it was just fluid built up under her skin. He called it a seroma. Basically, when she got bitten, it pulled her skin away from her shoulder and that space filled up with fluid. He drained it, and said it would probably fill back up, and that was OK. All I had to do was drain it again. It looks like a lot of blood, but it's mostly just fluid with a little bit of blood in it.
He did give her an antibiotic, because there is the possibility of an underlying infection, but said that she would be OK.
I came home, ate a little bit of lunch, then went to the Downtown Jubilee. I didn't stay long. I usually go early in the morning, but I'd forgotten about it, until I saw the sign on the way to the vet's office. Everything seemed down this year. There weren't that many craft booths. Even the car show only had about 5 or 6 cars. So, I came on home and watched football for the rest of the day.
The good news is, my spider lilies are starting to peek out of the ground.
That's a sure sign fall is here for real!
Thursday, September 19, 2013
Arrr!!
It be September 19th, which means it be International Talk Like A Pirate Day.
In honor of the occasion, I wore my pirate shirt to work.
On our leak rate chart, I wrote "Today is International Talk Like A Pirate Day", then I started writing piratey phrases like
Avast ye scurvy bilge rats!
And Group Leader Fernando just shook his head.
And I wrote things like:
Hoist the Jolly Roger!
Weigh anchor!
Ahoy Matey!
And Group Leader Fernando just shook his head.
And I wrote more things like:
Shiver Me Timbers!
I'll be keelhauling ye!
And
Cry havoc and let slip the dogs of war! Oh wait, that's Shakespeare. Never mind.
And Group Leader Fernando just shook his head.
And I sang, and didn't do anything.
But I still haven't been to Boston in the fall.
In honor of the occasion, I wore my pirate shirt to work.
On our leak rate chart, I wrote "Today is International Talk Like A Pirate Day", then I started writing piratey phrases like
Avast ye scurvy bilge rats!
And Group Leader Fernando just shook his head.
And I wrote things like:
Hoist the Jolly Roger!
Weigh anchor!
Ahoy Matey!
And Group Leader Fernando just shook his head.
And I wrote more things like:
Shiver Me Timbers!
I'll be keelhauling ye!
And
Cry havoc and let slip the dogs of war! Oh wait, that's Shakespeare. Never mind.
And Group Leader Fernando just shook his head.
And I sang, and didn't do anything.
But I still haven't been to Boston in the fall.
Wednesday, September 18, 2013
Taking A Break
I think I'm going to take a little break from blogging.
I always said that when it became more of a chore than a joy, it was time to step back for a while. It is to that point now. I will probably be back. I'm sure I will be back. Writing is in my blood, and I can't give it up for good.
I just need not to feel pressured into doing it.
I always said that when it became more of a chore than a joy, it was time to step back for a while. It is to that point now. I will probably be back. I'm sure I will be back. Writing is in my blood, and I can't give it up for good.
I just need not to feel pressured into doing it.
Tuesday, September 17, 2013
Chats On The Farmhouse Porch
I'm plumb tuckered today. I stayed up late last night to catch the season finale of Under The Dome. It was such a disappointment. I thought the show would be a mini-series, and everything would be resolved, but no. Apparently, they're going to drag the story out for a whole nother season. I gave up on it. I only stuck with it this long because I thought it would be over and done with after last night. I won't be watching next season.
I also watched Sleepy Hollow. I thought it was pretty good. I hope they keep the same level of quality as the pilot, and it doesn't become just another dull crime drama.
And Sunday night I stayed up to watch the Seahawks/49ers game. It was delayed an hour by rain. Anyone remember when football was played by men? Roger Goodell seems to be trying to turn it into a game for sissies. Why? We have soccer already.
So, that's two nights in a row I got limited sleep. I'll be turning in early tonight. Good Lord willing and the creek don't rise.
Well, enough banter. Let's get to chattin'.
QUESTIONS
1. What's the one thing you feel is the biggest waste of your time during an average week?
Work, no doubt. Hands down, without question. But, ya gotta pay the bills somehow.
2. When was the last time you baked a pie?
Last Thanksgiving. I always make a pumpkin pie and sometimes a sweet potato pie. I usually make one for Christmas, too, but since it was just me this year, I didn't go all out on Christmas dinner. I had leftovers from Thanksgiving.
3. What do you want to spend time doing that you aren't right now?
Fishing. Or target shooting. There isn't a range here, though, so that kind of puts the damper on that.
4. What do you do with old clothes?
I usually either turn them into cleaning rags, or just throw them out. Being that I'm not at all fashion conscious, I wear stuff until it wears out. Sometimes, though, I donate them, like a couple of years ago when that big tornado hit East Mississippi and Tuscaloosa. Our church collected clothes to take to some of the hardest hit areas. I sent quite a few up there.
5. If we were having lunch on the porch today, what would you bring for the potluck styled lunch?
Probably my squash casserole, or sweet potato delight. The recipes are linked in the right sidebar. Just scroll down a bit.
That's it for this week. Tune in next week.
Same bat time, same bat channel.
Boy, I really do need some sleep!
I also watched Sleepy Hollow. I thought it was pretty good. I hope they keep the same level of quality as the pilot, and it doesn't become just another dull crime drama.
And Sunday night I stayed up to watch the Seahawks/49ers game. It was delayed an hour by rain. Anyone remember when football was played by men? Roger Goodell seems to be trying to turn it into a game for sissies. Why? We have soccer already.
So, that's two nights in a row I got limited sleep. I'll be turning in early tonight. Good Lord willing and the creek don't rise.
Well, enough banter. Let's get to chattin'.
QUESTIONS
1. What's the one thing you feel is the biggest waste of your time during an average week?
Work, no doubt. Hands down, without question. But, ya gotta pay the bills somehow.
2. When was the last time you baked a pie?
Last Thanksgiving. I always make a pumpkin pie and sometimes a sweet potato pie. I usually make one for Christmas, too, but since it was just me this year, I didn't go all out on Christmas dinner. I had leftovers from Thanksgiving.
3. What do you want to spend time doing that you aren't right now?
Fishing. Or target shooting. There isn't a range here, though, so that kind of puts the damper on that.
4. What do you do with old clothes?
I usually either turn them into cleaning rags, or just throw them out. Being that I'm not at all fashion conscious, I wear stuff until it wears out. Sometimes, though, I donate them, like a couple of years ago when that big tornado hit East Mississippi and Tuscaloosa. Our church collected clothes to take to some of the hardest hit areas. I sent quite a few up there.
5. If we were having lunch on the porch today, what would you bring for the potluck styled lunch?
Probably my squash casserole, or sweet potato delight. The recipes are linked in the right sidebar. Just scroll down a bit.
That's it for this week. Tune in next week.
Same bat time, same bat channel.
Boy, I really do need some sleep!
Monday, September 16, 2013
Road Trip!
I needed some new work jeans, so I decided to drive up to Batesville to the outlet mall there and get me some. Then, kind of a spur of the moment thing, I messaged Amy and asked if she wanted to meet up at Hank's. I had a gift certificate that I needed to use, so it wasn't a stretch to drive the rest of the way to Southaven.
I felt kinda bad not asking Christi, but it really was a last minute thing.
I had a little trouble along the way. I got halfway out the door when I realized I didn't have any shoes on. Yeah, if I'd been going to Wal-mart, it would have been OK, but not so good going to Southaven. I went back inside and found my shoes, and was halfway out the door again when I realized I didn't have my gift certificate to Hank's. That was the main reason I was going up there, so I would have been upset if I'd gotten there and realized I didn't have it. I went back inside and got the gift certificate, and finally was on my way. I got about 20 miles up the road when I realized I didn't have a knitting project. Sigh...
Anyway, I got there, and the first stop was Books -A- Million, where I bought this:
It is a cookie jar, and when you close the lid, it makes the TARDIS sound and the light lights up. Naturally, I put some Jammie Dodgers into it.
Amy said she has one too, and her boys always seem to know when she's trying to sneak a cookie.
Fancy that.
I also picked up a few things for Cody's birthday, which is next month. Since he doesn't read my blog, I feel safe showing them here.
After a brief walk through of Sportsman's Outfitters, at which I didn't buy anything, I went on to Hank's, where I bought this yarn on clearance for half price.
And some more soldier hat yarn.
Since I had forgotten to bring a project with me, I bought some more circs and started this hat with this yarn, that I also bought.
And Amy and I talked, and visited, and laughed, and checked the scores of the ball games on our phones, and missed Kat and Christi, and ate delicious burgers at Huey's, and all too soon, it was time to come home.
And do laundry. Sigh...
In the meantime, I watched lots of football and worked on the sock I'd intended to take to Southaven.
On a completely unrelated note- well maybe not so unrelated since I have mentioned football already-- here is an artsy fartsy progress photo of Kyle's blankie.
Steelers colors.
Right...
I felt kinda bad not asking Christi, but it really was a last minute thing.
I had a little trouble along the way. I got halfway out the door when I realized I didn't have any shoes on. Yeah, if I'd been going to Wal-mart, it would have been OK, but not so good going to Southaven. I went back inside and found my shoes, and was halfway out the door again when I realized I didn't have my gift certificate to Hank's. That was the main reason I was going up there, so I would have been upset if I'd gotten there and realized I didn't have it. I went back inside and got the gift certificate, and finally was on my way. I got about 20 miles up the road when I realized I didn't have a knitting project. Sigh...
Anyway, I got there, and the first stop was Books -A- Million, where I bought this:
It is a cookie jar, and when you close the lid, it makes the TARDIS sound and the light lights up. Naturally, I put some Jammie Dodgers into it.
Amy said she has one too, and her boys always seem to know when she's trying to sneak a cookie.
Fancy that.
I also picked up a few things for Cody's birthday, which is next month. Since he doesn't read my blog, I feel safe showing them here.
After a brief walk through of Sportsman's Outfitters, at which I didn't buy anything, I went on to Hank's, where I bought this yarn on clearance for half price.
And some more soldier hat yarn.
Since I had forgotten to bring a project with me, I bought some more circs and started this hat with this yarn, that I also bought.
And Amy and I talked, and visited, and laughed, and checked the scores of the ball games on our phones, and missed Kat and Christi, and ate delicious burgers at Huey's, and all too soon, it was time to come home.
And do laundry. Sigh...
In the meantime, I watched lots of football and worked on the sock I'd intended to take to Southaven.
On a completely unrelated note- well maybe not so unrelated since I have mentioned football already-- here is an artsy fartsy progress photo of Kyle's blankie.
Steelers colors.
Right...
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