I have Thursday and Friday off.
I have a long list of projects scheduled over the next four days.
I won't have much time for blogging, but surely enough time to post a picture or two.
The biggest project will be moving my workshop from the garage into the basement.
We have a big garage which used to be a barn. There are two bays up top where we park the cars, and a large lower bay where we keep the lawn equipment and yard tools. A few years ago we moved my workshop out there as well so that we could use the basement space for other purposes.
We live in a small house and its essential to not only use all space available, but to be open to re-inventing it every few years.
Perhaps we were Nomads in previous lives. But we enjoy the re-invention process.
Once the workshop is tucked neatly back into the basement, the space created in the garage will then be used to store the Jeep's hardtop over the summer. My free-spirited wife simply can't wait to get her top off.
Wednesday, May 02, 2007
Sunday, April 29, 2007
Butch enough for me
I love the chainsaw.
First... the job site.
First... the job site.
One down (prior to the chainsaw purchase) two to go.
Here is my energetic wife getting a head start,
while I gather the tools.
Then...poof - the thing was down.
Miller time (well ...technically...Michelob)
Friday, April 27, 2007
Friday
tip-o-day
Today's tip is simple.
Know your own limitations.
Everyone has limits. Learn them. It may extend your life... or certainly some appendages.
I purchased an electric chainsaw today. And while that may scream 'pansy-dyke' to some... I think it's damned smart.
There will be pictures. Especially since I will most likely retain all my fingers.
Today's tip is simple.
Know your own limitations.
Everyone has limits. Learn them. It may extend your life... or certainly some appendages.
I purchased an electric chainsaw today. And while that may scream 'pansy-dyke' to some... I think it's damned smart.
There will be pictures. Especially since I will most likely retain all my fingers.
Thursday, April 26, 2007
Power tools
She's done it again.
This past weekend...
It was Sunday afternoon and we were finishing up two full days doing spring clean up.
The work had been heavy and I was pretty tired and a little sore. I had left the tractor work till the end, figuring I could still manage to steer.
I drove my big orange Husqvarna with cup holder around to the side of the house... to find my frugal wife and our 82 year old neighbor cutting down a tree.
See, I had a tree guy come and give us an estimate on taking down these three hemlock trees and trimming up a large northern pine in the side yard. The estimate seemed high, so I planned on calling around for others.
Evidently that's unnecessary.
Again, my burly wife used her tool of choice for this 19 foot sapling with an 8 inch trunk- her HAND saw.
She did mention that she could use a new blade this year.
There are two more trees to take down... larger than the first.
Time to buy some power tools.
This past weekend...
It was Sunday afternoon and we were finishing up two full days doing spring clean up.
The work had been heavy and I was pretty tired and a little sore. I had left the tractor work till the end, figuring I could still manage to steer.
I drove my big orange Husqvarna with cup holder around to the side of the house... to find my frugal wife and our 82 year old neighbor cutting down a tree.
See, I had a tree guy come and give us an estimate on taking down these three hemlock trees and trimming up a large northern pine in the side yard. The estimate seemed high, so I planned on calling around for others.
Evidently that's unnecessary.
Again, my burly wife used her tool of choice for this 19 foot sapling with an 8 inch trunk- her HAND saw.
She did mention that she could use a new blade this year.
There are two more trees to take down... larger than the first.
Time to buy some power tools.
Wednesday, April 25, 2007
Somebody hide the remote
Sometimes I wish I had the strength to toss the TV right out the window…and I don’t mean physical strength.
I went to the gym during my lunch break yesterday, and foolishly turned on the TV while I ran endlessly going nowhere on The Machine That I Hate(1).
I was watching The View. I found it… mildly amusing at best.
BUT then I saw a commercial by the folks who make Lysol. They were hawking some new plug in type air freshener. First, let me just say that I really don’t like air fresheners in the home. Fine in the office – where you really can’t control your aromatic environment but cleanliness should not be replaced with pleasant smelling tricks.
Which is EXACTLY what these Lysol folks want you to do.
So much so in fact, they spell it out for you. The voice over said something about covering up bacterial odors and they gave two examples. One was a teenage boy with smelly sneakers. Ok… I was not completely irate here, smelly sneakers can happen – we did raise a boy. (Of course he got new sneakers as soon as there was any detectable odor. He is actually rather fastidious about his shoes.)
But… the next one folks had me gasp audibly.
They showed a bathroom, and suggested that the toilet was the source of the bacterial odors by having it grow to enormous size and then have a child walk in and grimace at the smell.
Did they suggest cleaning the toilet??
NO!!!
They suggested that you get this wonderful magical fix it all up electric(2) air freshener.
OMG.
Please, please I implore you. If your toilet smells(3) – CLEAN IT.
I went to the gym during my lunch break yesterday, and foolishly turned on the TV while I ran endlessly going nowhere on The Machine That I Hate(1).
I was watching The View. I found it… mildly amusing at best.
BUT then I saw a commercial by the folks who make Lysol. They were hawking some new plug in type air freshener. First, let me just say that I really don’t like air fresheners in the home. Fine in the office – where you really can’t control your aromatic environment but cleanliness should not be replaced with pleasant smelling tricks.
Which is EXACTLY what these Lysol folks want you to do.
So much so in fact, they spell it out for you. The voice over said something about covering up bacterial odors and they gave two examples. One was a teenage boy with smelly sneakers. Ok… I was not completely irate here, smelly sneakers can happen – we did raise a boy. (Of course he got new sneakers as soon as there was any detectable odor. He is actually rather fastidious about his shoes.)
But… the next one folks had me gasp audibly.
They showed a bathroom, and suggested that the toilet was the source of the bacterial odors by having it grow to enormous size and then have a child walk in and grimace at the smell.
Did they suggest cleaning the toilet??
NO!!!
They suggested that you get this wonderful magical fix it all up electric(2) air freshener.
OMG.
Please, please I implore you. If your toilet smells(3) – CLEAN IT.
1) TMTIH – the elliptical
2) Do you really need to waste even more electricity on an air freshener?
3) This should never actually happen of course. The toilet should be cleaned regularly regardless of the way it looks or smells, and therefore will never degrade to the point of causing odors.
Monday, April 23, 2007
a day off
I am off from work today.
I am puttering around the house and yard continuing the spring maintenance that my energetic wife and I started over the weekend.
This morning I scrubbing the wood porch floor and washing the siding on that side of the house (yes, I wash the house).
Evidently during this process I got the doorbell unusually wet.
Now its randomly ding-donging.
The FREE dog is going nuts.
I am puttering around the house and yard continuing the spring maintenance that my energetic wife and I started over the weekend.
This morning I scrubbing the wood porch floor and washing the siding on that side of the house (yes, I wash the house).
Evidently during this process I got the doorbell unusually wet.
Now its randomly ding-donging.
The FREE dog is going nuts.
Friday, April 20, 2007
Wednesday, April 18, 2007
A Weekend Outing
One of my artistic wife’s favorite places is the Met… for those who don’t live near NYC, which is the center of the universe – this can either mean the Metropolitan Opera, or the Metropolitan Museum of Art. Today I refer to the Museum. (she also loves the Louvre…but we don’t get out there as often)
We have been going to this museum since … well since the mid 80’s. We have favorite rooms, specific artists and certain paintings that we like to visit each time.
My painterly wife loves the American Wing, and the Dutch painters have a special place in her heart.
In the rooms which house the permanent collection of European paintings I have a favorite bench… it faces a Rembrandt self portrait which I have grown to love, and allows me a rest while my wife enjoys long visits with her Vermeer’s.
We have visited the museum in each season – Christmas time is always a favorite.
Spring time in the park can be lovely, and dinner in little Italy is fab in the summer.
We brought ‘The Daughter’ to this museum when she was small enough for a piggy back. I remember this distinctly because after a full day in the museum she was tired and we rode her on our backs the entire 30 blocks back to Grand Central. We didn’t take cabs or the subway in those days… we were young…and strong… and broke.
A few years back we introduced Ferris to the Met with the Da Vinci exhibit. We learned Ferris’ insight into art is priceless. Having been raised by artists in a home filled with art, he saunters through a room filled with renowned European painters and his keen eye hones in immediately on this piece.
Can you see why?
We returned to the Met this weekend after having been away for several years. Perfectly timed with a special exhibit of Louis Comfort Tiffany. If you are in the area, I highly recommend it. It’s extremely well presented.
We will of course now be purchasing lead, glass cutters, grinders and several pieces of colored glass – as my affected wife gets inspired.
This perfect museum visit was topped off with a meal in Greenwich village, a visit to a head shop, and the near purchase of a $2300.00 dollar puppy.
I adore my sweet wife’s birthday.
We have been going to this museum since … well since the mid 80’s. We have favorite rooms, specific artists and certain paintings that we like to visit each time.
My painterly wife loves the American Wing, and the Dutch painters have a special place in her heart.
In the rooms which house the permanent collection of European paintings I have a favorite bench… it faces a Rembrandt self portrait which I have grown to love, and allows me a rest while my wife enjoys long visits with her Vermeer’s.We have visited the museum in each season – Christmas time is always a favorite.
Spring time in the park can be lovely, and dinner in little Italy is fab in the summer.
We brought ‘The Daughter’ to this museum when she was small enough for a piggy back. I remember this distinctly because after a full day in the museum she was tired and we rode her on our backs the entire 30 blocks back to Grand Central. We didn’t take cabs or the subway in those days… we were young…and strong… and broke.
A few years back we introduced Ferris to the Met with the Da Vinci exhibit. We learned Ferris’ insight into art is priceless. Having been raised by artists in a home filled with art, he saunters through a room filled with renowned European painters and his keen eye hones in immediately on this piece.
Can you see why?
We returned to the Met this weekend after having been away for several years. Perfectly timed with a special exhibit of Louis Comfort Tiffany. If you are in the area, I highly recommend it. It’s extremely well presented.
We will of course now be purchasing lead, glass cutters, grinders and several pieces of colored glass – as my affected wife gets inspired.
This perfect museum visit was topped off with a meal in Greenwich village, a visit to a head shop, and the near purchase of a $2300.00 dollar puppy.
I adore my sweet wife’s birthday.
Tuesday, April 17, 2007
One more year
Because we have been so busy having a fun filled weekend.
I am a couple days late wishing my ever so slightly older wife a happy, happy birthday.
I am a couple days late wishing my ever so slightly older wife a happy, happy birthday.
Friday, April 13, 2007
Friday
tip-o-day
It’s time for spring cleaning (well for those of you finished up with your shoveling).
I will probably have several spring cleaning tips over the next few weeks.
Aren’t you excited?
I think you may like this one… because I am going to tell you NOT to clean something.
Don’t be too eager to wash your windows yet. With all the sand/salt and winter dirt still on the roads, washing the windows now would be futile. If you have great resolve you can even hold out until after spring pollen week. At the very least wait until the street cleaners have come.
On window cleaning day, gather all the screens in the yard for a good hosing off. (the screens you removed last fall…right? Well, if you didn’t remove them… take them down for a rinse now). Let the screens air dry as you wash the windows. Remember to wipe the sills inside and out. When you are looking out of your windows on a beautiful spring day, the last thing you want to see is a grungy sill (specifically that spot under the window when you open the sash).
During this process check any caulking that has been installed to make sure it’s still supple and intact. Replace any damaged or cracked caulk.
Also remember to wipe down the tracks, window frame and muntins... again inside and out.
To make the outside cleaning even easier we hose down the windows prior to washing. We take this extra step in the spring to rinse away the accumluated grit, where in the fall we usually just wash the windows when the screens are taken in.
These simple steps will keep your windows looking great, and in good working order for many years of service.
It’s time for spring cleaning (well for those of you finished up with your shoveling).
I will probably have several spring cleaning tips over the next few weeks.
Aren’t you excited?
I think you may like this one… because I am going to tell you NOT to clean something.
Don’t be too eager to wash your windows yet. With all the sand/salt and winter dirt still on the roads, washing the windows now would be futile. If you have great resolve you can even hold out until after spring pollen week. At the very least wait until the street cleaners have come.
On window cleaning day, gather all the screens in the yard for a good hosing off. (the screens you removed last fall…right? Well, if you didn’t remove them… take them down for a rinse now). Let the screens air dry as you wash the windows. Remember to wipe the sills inside and out. When you are looking out of your windows on a beautiful spring day, the last thing you want to see is a grungy sill (specifically that spot under the window when you open the sash).
During this process check any caulking that has been installed to make sure it’s still supple and intact. Replace any damaged or cracked caulk.
Also remember to wipe down the tracks, window frame and muntins... again inside and out.
To make the outside cleaning even easier we hose down the windows prior to washing. We take this extra step in the spring to rinse away the accumluated grit, where in the fall we usually just wash the windows when the screens are taken in.
These simple steps will keep your windows looking great, and in good working order for many years of service.
Thursday, April 12, 2007
Wednesday, April 11, 2007
It's the least I can do
I was in the ladies room at work this morning, serenely washing my hands. I have been more careful lately to limit my water consumption. I use my wrist to flip the water on, then off during sudsing, then on again to rinse. The process takes a little longer – but it’s more economical.
I was rinsing when I first heard the *thrrip*,*thrrip*,*thrrip*… I turn… slowly, as the realization of the origin of this sound washes over me. As my sight slowly hones in on the source, it continues... *thrrip*, *thrrip*, *thrrip*.
Yes, six times. I am pretty sure I recall hearing it six times.
I stare. Incredulous.
I falter, suddenly realizing my water is still running.
Damn. Wasteful.
I quickly slap the handle down with an audible pop.
I look back … curious… miffed.
And there she is. Wiping, mopping you might say, her just slightly dampened hands with SIX paper towels.
6!
Oh… the horror of it.
She tosses her WAD of nearly dry and unused paper towels in the receptacle and brushes past me toward the door.
I want to call out.
“Why?”
I don’t. I stand, dumbfounded … speechless.
I will not use any paper towels today.
I feel I need to balance the scales.
I was rinsing when I first heard the *thrrip*,*thrrip*,*thrrip*… I turn… slowly, as the realization of the origin of this sound washes over me. As my sight slowly hones in on the source, it continues... *thrrip*, *thrrip*, *thrrip*.
Yes, six times. I am pretty sure I recall hearing it six times.
I stare. Incredulous.
I falter, suddenly realizing my water is still running.
Damn. Wasteful.
I quickly slap the handle down with an audible pop.
I look back … curious… miffed.
And there she is. Wiping, mopping you might say, her just slightly dampened hands with SIX paper towels.
6!
Oh… the horror of it.
She tosses her WAD of nearly dry and unused paper towels in the receptacle and brushes past me toward the door.
I want to call out.
“Why?”
I don’t. I stand, dumbfounded … speechless.
I will not use any paper towels today.
I feel I need to balance the scales.
Monday, April 09, 2007
The Animal Kingdom
They're back.
My soft-hearted wife calls them Doves.
Which they are... but I still call them pigeons.
See, there is one sitting in the garage. They like to do this. I don't know why.
I did some research on them.
The Mourning Dove (Zenaida macroura) is a member of the dove family, Columbidae.
The bird is also called the American Mourning Dove, and formerly was known as the Carolina Pigeon or Carolina Turtledove....~ Mourning Doves are prolific breeders. In warmer areas, these birds may raise up to six broods in a season. This fast breeding is essential for the survival of the species as mortality is high.
Each year, mortality can reach 58% a year for adults and 69% for the young.
The Mourning Dove is monogamous and forms strong pair bonds. Pairs typically reconvene in the same area the following breeding season, or sometimes may remain together throughout the winter. However, lone doves will find new partners if necessary.
yes yes... isn't it cute that they are monogamous, and they come back to the same place each year... yeah, cute... those prolifc breeders that they are.
Friday, April 06, 2007
Friday
tip-o-day
It's time people.
I know its still a little chilly up here - but get up off the couch and go outside and give your lawn some lovin'.
In order to keep to a timely feeding schedule, you need to get your first application down pretty soon. This means you need to have finished your raking.
Remember, that the first application of the year contains crabgrass preventative (crabacide). This product works by forming a barrier on your soil which stops crabgrass from germinating. If you rake after the application - you muck up your barrier.
Also note - that it will stop grass seed from germinating as well. So don't apply this product to any areas you plan to seed this spring. Instead, use a starter fertilizer in those areas to give your seedlings a strong start.
This will be an important application, as it was a banner year for crabrass across the country last summer. We may even put down a second application later in the season at our house.
Apply to dry grass, any time of the day.
You may notice the Scott's advertisements for a new product this year which now includes crabacide in the second application of weed and feed to be applied later in the spring. While I am impressed with their quick marketing response the the prolific crabgrass we saw only last year... I have some issues with these two products mixed together because of the very different application methods... we can discuss this next time.
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It's time people.
I know its still a little chilly up here - but get up off the couch and go outside and give your lawn some lovin'.
In order to keep to a timely feeding schedule, you need to get your first application down pretty soon. This means you need to have finished your raking.
Remember, that the first application of the year contains crabgrass preventative (crabacide). This product works by forming a barrier on your soil which stops crabgrass from germinating. If you rake after the application - you muck up your barrier.
Also note - that it will stop grass seed from germinating as well. So don't apply this product to any areas you plan to seed this spring. Instead, use a starter fertilizer in those areas to give your seedlings a strong start.
This will be an important application, as it was a banner year for crabrass across the country last summer. We may even put down a second application later in the season at our house.
Apply to dry grass, any time of the day.
You may notice the Scott's advertisements for a new product this year which now includes crabacide in the second application of weed and feed to be applied later in the spring. While I am impressed with their quick marketing response the the prolific crabgrass we saw only last year... I have some issues with these two products mixed together because of the very different application methods... we can discuss this next time.
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Wednesday, April 04, 2007
Tuning in
I read over at Sassy's their list of TV shows that they like to record.
This, of course, got me to thinking... lovingly of our Hi-Def DVR.
We are not rich folk. We don't have fancy cars, or a big house - hell we don't even have a dishwasher. But I love our Hi-Def DVR.
What makes me love our large TV and Hi-Def DVR even
more is Planet Earth.
You should really tune in.
And... if you have the means, see it in Hi-Def.
This, of course, got me to thinking... lovingly of our Hi-Def DVR.
We are not rich folk. We don't have fancy cars, or a big house - hell we don't even have a dishwasher. But I love our Hi-Def DVR.
What makes me love our large TV and Hi-Def DVR even
more is Planet Earth.
You should really tune in.
And... if you have the means, see it in Hi-Def.
Tuesday, April 03, 2007
Monday, April 02, 2007
Friday, March 30, 2007
Friday
tip-o-day
Take Friday's off.
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Take Friday's off.
[evidently if you are not in work on friday you are not asked to
work the weekend.
dammit]
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Wednesday, March 28, 2007
where is weese
weees is out walking...
weese walks at lunchtime
weese eats lettuce at noon
weese goes to the gym after work
weese has stopped using the elevator
weese's fit wife makes her vegetables for dinner
weese does not want to buy new pants
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weese walks at lunchtime
weese eats lettuce at noon
weese goes to the gym after work
weese has stopped using the elevator
weese's fit wife makes her vegetables for dinner
weese does not want to buy new pants
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Monday, March 26, 2007
Chapter 13 – Ranch Hands
(a sporadic continuation of the ‘FREE dog’ series)
Last night my sweet wife and I were catching up on several shows which we had recorded on our beloved DVR and flipping back and forth to the women’s games on ESPN.
Ah, Sunday night bliss.
Every so often I heard some noises from the direction of the kitchen. My clever wife pointed out that the FREE dog was in the kitchen guarding the chicken.
You see, the FREE dog would NEVER touch food on the counter however, she simply keeps an eye it.
She is as well behaved as they come.
And…since Ferris showed up unannounced this weekend my coddling wife made sure there was a ‘pot of something’ on the stove the entire time. Since Ferris is basically an eating machine – he can just take what he wants when he wants it.
The FREE dog is acutely aware of this system, and takes it upon herself to guard any food that may be left to fend for itself.
And so last night… since the chicken was sitting all by itself in the kitchen while we watched TV – it was the FREE dog’s job to remain by its side. We thought nothing of it.
When it was time for bed, I went to let the FREE dog out for her last pee of the night. This is our routine. She rarely actually leaves the stoop – because she knows when she comes in she will get a biscuit. I don’t really care that she doesn’t actually pee…she has never once had an accident in the house – so clearly she knows her own bladder.
However, when I went into the kitchen last night to find her - no dog... the chicken, forlorn and alone, on the stove.
Hmm.
I went upstairs.
No dog.
Hmm.
I vaguely remember letting her out earlier… tho we don’t really watch her when she goes out because the yard is well fenced. Had I left her out in the dark this entire time? …o dear! Poor thing.
I looked out the door… no dog.
Atho… she is a black dog and it was dark. As I went to call out to her, I heard the faintest little sound behind me at the side door.
The side door which leads to the driveway.
The driveway which is not surrounded by fence.
And there she was.
Waiting to come in.
Covered in mud.
This morning my clever wife found this.
And so we will walk the fence line.
Look for weak spots.
And begin to mend the fence.
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Last night my sweet wife and I were catching up on several shows which we had recorded on our beloved DVR and flipping back and forth to the women’s games on ESPN.
Ah, Sunday night bliss.
Every so often I heard some noises from the direction of the kitchen. My clever wife pointed out that the FREE dog was in the kitchen guarding the chicken.
You see, the FREE dog would NEVER touch food on the counter however, she simply keeps an eye it.
She is as well behaved as they come.
And…since Ferris showed up unannounced this weekend my coddling wife made sure there was a ‘pot of something’ on the stove the entire time. Since Ferris is basically an eating machine – he can just take what he wants when he wants it.
The FREE dog is acutely aware of this system, and takes it upon herself to guard any food that may be left to fend for itself.
And so last night… since the chicken was sitting all by itself in the kitchen while we watched TV – it was the FREE dog’s job to remain by its side. We thought nothing of it.
When it was time for bed, I went to let the FREE dog out for her last pee of the night. This is our routine. She rarely actually leaves the stoop – because she knows when she comes in she will get a biscuit. I don’t really care that she doesn’t actually pee…she has never once had an accident in the house – so clearly she knows her own bladder.
However, when I went into the kitchen last night to find her - no dog... the chicken, forlorn and alone, on the stove.
Hmm.
I went upstairs.
No dog.
Hmm.
I vaguely remember letting her out earlier… tho we don’t really watch her when she goes out because the yard is well fenced. Had I left her out in the dark this entire time? …o dear! Poor thing.
I looked out the door… no dog.
Atho… she is a black dog and it was dark. As I went to call out to her, I heard the faintest little sound behind me at the side door.
The side door which leads to the driveway.
The driveway which is not surrounded by fence.
And there she was.
Waiting to come in.
Covered in mud.
This morning my clever wife found this.
And so we will walk the fence line.
Look for weak spots.
And begin to mend the fence.
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Friday, March 23, 2007
Friday
tip-o-day
Well, its spring here in New England.
ooo the horror of it
The thing about spring is... mud.
Well, also sand.
Its everywhere, and its coming into your home.
So spring is a good time of year to place an extra mat by the door. This will help in keeping some of that sand at bay.
But the best thing you can do for your floors right now is to simply keep them vacuumed. Just keeping the fine layer of sandy silt off the floors will keep them looking shiny and new.
Even if you are in the habit of slipping off your shoes, some of this silt still gets in and then acts like sandpaper as you paddle around in your slippered feet.
I don't recommend sweeping or even swiffering - as these methods rub the sand around the floor, and will dull the finish (tho I do like that swiffer for under the bed and dusting the walls... more on this another friday).
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Well, its spring here in New England.
ooo the horror of it
The thing about spring is... mud.
Well, also sand.
Its everywhere, and its coming into your home.
So spring is a good time of year to place an extra mat by the door. This will help in keeping some of that sand at bay.
But the best thing you can do for your floors right now is to simply keep them vacuumed. Just keeping the fine layer of sandy silt off the floors will keep them looking shiny and new.
Even if you are in the habit of slipping off your shoes, some of this silt still gets in and then acts like sandpaper as you paddle around in your slippered feet.
I don't recommend sweeping or even swiffering - as these methods rub the sand around the floor, and will dull the finish (tho I do like that swiffer for under the bed and dusting the walls... more on this another friday).
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Thursday, March 22, 2007
no mice for weese
I checked the traps as soon as I got home yesterday.
I was, foolishly, worried.
Of course they were empty.
Really the biggest problem with this project at this point is my short attention span.
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I was, foolishly, worried.
Of course they were empty.
Really the biggest problem with this project at this point is my short attention span.
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Wednesday, March 21, 2007
Tuesday, March 20, 2007
And so we wait...
We moved the trap last night.
I figure they must really like it under the furnace if that's where they are keeping their extra paintballs.
Same bait... but we freshened it up.
So... why are we not successful in our mouse quest... I have some theories:
I have no evidence (yet) to support my 5th theory, but there is this odd odor (of death) in the basement these days. So that one gets my vote for now.
The trap was still empty when I checked it this morning.
patience
patience
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I figure they must really like it under the furnace if that's where they are keeping their extra paintballs.
Same bait... but we freshened it up.
So... why are we not successful in our mouse quest... I have some theories:
1. Perhaps we have no mice. (not sure how we would explain the paintballs then)
2. Our mice have peanut allergies.
3. Our mice are really smart.
4. Our mice are really dumb.
5. Paintballs are actually made from rat poison.
I have no evidence (yet) to support my 5th theory, but there is this odd odor (of death) in the basement these days. So that one gets my vote for now.
The trap was still empty when I checked it this morning.
patience
patience
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Monday, March 19, 2007
a wise woman
Thank you Max for covering my tip-o-day on friday.
you could not have been more right!!!
Not only did we have 6 inches of snow, followed by 6 inches of ice. But I also failed to check the gas tank.
About the mice....
*sigh*
**heavy sigh**
no mice yet.
There are several theories. But before I begin to postulate - we will try fresh bait and a new location this evening.
Tune in tomorrow for pictures and a recap.
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you could not have been more right!!!
Friday Tip-o-Day, courtesy queenmaxine
The first day of Spring is still about a week away. One would be wise to keep the snow thrower gas tank full and ready just in case Mother Nature decides it time for a laugh.
maxine | 03.16.07 - 11:04 pm | #
Not only did we have 6 inches of snow, followed by 6 inches of ice. But I also failed to check the gas tank.
About the mice....
*sigh*
**heavy sigh**
no mice yet.
There are several theories. But before I begin to postulate - we will try fresh bait and a new location this evening.
Tune in tomorrow for pictures and a recap.
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Thursday, March 15, 2007
The Trap is Set
The traps are in place. Two of them. Let's see how we do.
Remember these are 'humane' traps. These mice will be re-located.
To get the mice to willing enter the trap, my coddling wife prepared a tasty treat for each trap.
She took a small saltine - well not just a saltine but a wheat saltine, with reduced sodium, from Trader Joe's. She put a dollop of peanut butter on the cracker. Well... not just peanut butter, but Jif. She says Jif is best because they put molasses into it. I have to agree... she needed to make several of these tasty treats as I kept eating them instead of loading the traps.
The directions said to place the trap along the wall, because evidently mice travel along the walls (tho this is not at all evidenced by the paint balls).
Since I am good at following direction - I place the trap along the wall.
Here is the door. See, it only swings one way.
See the tasty treat inside? Hard to resist, eh!
I will photograph the catch tomorrow (optimistic aren't I?).
(as Fran noted... I will check the traps often, otherwise the mice might expire. The would not be good karma)
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Remember these are 'humane' traps. These mice will be re-located.
To get the mice to willing enter the trap, my coddling wife prepared a tasty treat for each trap.
She took a small saltine - well not just a saltine but a wheat saltine, with reduced sodium, from Trader Joe's. She put a dollop of peanut butter on the cracker. Well... not just peanut butter, but Jif. She says Jif is best because they put molasses into it. I have to agree... she needed to make several of these tasty treats as I kept eating them instead of loading the traps.
The directions said to place the trap along the wall, because evidently mice travel along the walls (tho this is not at all evidenced by the paint balls).
Since I am good at following direction - I place the trap along the wall.
Here is the door. See, it only swings one way.
See the tasty treat inside? Hard to resist, eh!
I will photograph the catch tomorrow (optimistic aren't I?).
(as Fran noted... I will check the traps often, otherwise the mice might expire. The would not be good karma)
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Wednesday, March 14, 2007
Tuesday, March 13, 2007
One of my first jobs as a teenage was at McDonald's. This was back in the 70’s – and McDonald's was not like it is today. There were high standards in our store. We were required to speak a certain way to customers, say certain things and present food in a specific manner.
• The bag must be folded neatly, away from the logo, three times and presented to the customer logo out.
• No customer should wait in line for more than 3 minutes.
• When addressing a customer you must always use: Sir, Mam, or Miss.
• After the order was taken you must always suggest to either up size or add on:
-- “Would you rather a large fries, sir.”
-- “Perhaps an apple pie with your order, Mam?”
We were actually tested on these standards by folks from corporate headquarters who would stand in line during lunch rush. They would note how we treated customers, the presentation of our food, and the timeliness of our service.
When there was down time we cleaned. The mangers would walk the front and check all the appliances and counters – they were to sparkle. You never stood idle. There was always something to prepare always something to wipe down.
Is it any wonder I thrived in this environment.
I do so love order and discipline. The army would really be a perfect choice for me… if it weren’t for all that fighting and killing and such.
I thought of my McD’s days this morning as I was dressing for work. But not the work itself… I was longing for a uniform. Granted, in the 70’s, we wore the most hideous of polyester outfits.
But conceptually …the idea appeals to me.
Get up, shower, toss on the uniform. Done.
No decisions.
What shirt will work with these pants, which socks and what shoes… what’s my mood, what’s the weather…
What I really want… is to wear a gi.
I don’t need variety. I just want to wear something that works.
Everyday.
Pure cotton, breathes well, roomy and comfortable, and good for the environment, washes up nicely, no ironing necessary. What is not to like.
I would have 3 or 4 plain ones (non bleached natural cotton)…and maybe one of these for nights out.
When they got old I would retire them to be gardening gi’s, or painting gi’s.
How simple my life would be, how tidy my closet would look.
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• The bag must be folded neatly, away from the logo, three times and presented to the customer logo out.
• No customer should wait in line for more than 3 minutes.
• When addressing a customer you must always use: Sir, Mam, or Miss.
• After the order was taken you must always suggest to either up size or add on:
-- “Would you rather a large fries, sir.”
-- “Perhaps an apple pie with your order, Mam?”
We were actually tested on these standards by folks from corporate headquarters who would stand in line during lunch rush. They would note how we treated customers, the presentation of our food, and the timeliness of our service.
When there was down time we cleaned. The mangers would walk the front and check all the appliances and counters – they were to sparkle. You never stood idle. There was always something to prepare always something to wipe down.
Is it any wonder I thrived in this environment.
I do so love order and discipline. The army would really be a perfect choice for me… if it weren’t for all that fighting and killing and such.
I thought of my McD’s days this morning as I was dressing for work. But not the work itself… I was longing for a uniform. Granted, in the 70’s, we wore the most hideous of polyester outfits.
But conceptually …the idea appeals to me.
Get up, shower, toss on the uniform. Done.
No decisions.
What shirt will work with these pants, which socks and what shoes… what’s my mood, what’s the weather…
What I really want… is to wear a gi.
I don’t need variety. I just want to wear something that works.
Everyday.
Pure cotton, breathes well, roomy and comfortable, and good for the environment, washes up nicely, no ironing necessary. What is not to like.
I would have 3 or 4 plain ones (non bleached natural cotton)…and maybe one of these for nights out.
When they got old I would retire them to be gardening gi’s, or painting gi’s.
How simple my life would be, how tidy my closet would look.
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Friday, March 09, 2007
Friday
tip-o-day
I am continually trying to reduce my ecological footprint but there are some areas where I fall short.
One area is washing clothes. I tend to wash things each time I wear them.
I know this is not good ... all that water and electricity and even wear on the clothes themselves - but I just love clean, crisply folded clothes.
For items that I do re-wear, such as my many cardigan sweaters, it's important to let them air before putting them back in the closet. Did you know that one of the things that draws moths to your closet and drawers is putting away clothes that have been worn?
You can use a clothes valet or I just use a hook outside of my closet.
Just toss it on a hanger as you undress for the evening, then the next morning while you're dressing, pop it back into your closet.
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I am continually trying to reduce my ecological footprint but there are some areas where I fall short.
One area is washing clothes. I tend to wash things each time I wear them.
I know this is not good ... all that water and electricity and even wear on the clothes themselves - but I just love clean, crisply folded clothes.
For items that I do re-wear, such as my many cardigan sweaters, it's important to let them air before putting them back in the closet. Did you know that one of the things that draws moths to your closet and drawers is putting away clothes that have been worn?
You can use a clothes valet or I just use a hook outside of my closet.
Just toss it on a hanger as you undress for the evening, then the next morning while you're dressing, pop it back into your closet.
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Thursday, March 08, 2007
a little snow
There is snow on the driveway.
Night before last it snowed a little bit.
It’s more than a dusting…but certainly less than an inch.
We didn’t clear it.
So… its still there.
It’s below 10 here this morning.
So … it’s not going anywhere right now.
No melting today.
My patient wife tells me it will be near 60° next week.
Which means the snow will go away.
In a week.
She tells me not to worry.
But she knows…
I am waiting.
I couldn’t help myself this morning so I just quickly swept off the walkway.
She just smiled.
I feel a little better now.
Tho, there is snow on the driveway.
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Night before last it snowed a little bit.
It’s more than a dusting…but certainly less than an inch.
We didn’t clear it.
So… its still there.
It’s below 10 here this morning.
So … it’s not going anywhere right now.
No melting today.
My patient wife tells me it will be near 60° next week.
Which means the snow will go away.
In a week.
She tells me not to worry.
But she knows…
I am waiting.
I couldn’t help myself this morning so I just quickly swept off the walkway.
She just smiled.
I feel a little better now.
Tho, there is snow on the driveway.
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Wednesday, March 07, 2007
qoute
Out at Wednesday Wings Night this evening we were discussing the time change this weekend, The Daughter The Therapist says:
"I just don't know how I feel about living in a country where this president gets to decide what time it is."
"I just don't know how I feel about living in a country where this president gets to decide what time it is."
Tuesday, March 06, 2007
Symbolism
I was reminded this past weekend of the first time I heard the story behind the Christian fish symbol.
The story was told to me by Dr. Lord, my Art History professor in college.
Dr. Lord was a stout woman who wore her gray hair short and slicked back. She had a deep gravely voice clearly attained from years of smoking. Dr. Lord was always smoking. Back when I was in college and especially in our art department, smoking in class was the norm. Little foil disposable ashtrays were even provided for our convenience.
So there we would sit in the dark looking at slides, smoking our cigarettes and listening to Dr. Lord’s gravely voice tell us stories of great works of art and architecture.
Dr. Lord’s smoking was a thing of great fascination, she would take these deep… long… draws on her cigarettes and hold… and then… she would begin to speak. She never exhaled and no smoke ever came out of that woman. She was like a smokeless ashtray.
We used to take seats in the back of class just to watch this in amazement.
But I digress… back to the fish.
Dr. Lord explained to us, between deep long draws on her Newport 100’s, that after the accession of Jesus, early followers of Christianity were somewhat persecuted. And so they devised a clever way of identifying each other in passing.
When two strangers met and thought maybe they were fellow believers, one of them would draw on the ground, perhaps casually with a walking stick, the upper half of the fish symbol.
Recognizing the symbol, the stranger would add a second curved line to complete the drawing of a fish.
I always liked this story… the whole secret society thing appealed to me – well except for the persecution part, but you get my drift.
What reminded me of this story was that I finally got around to adhering a Human Rights sticker to my car this weekend.
What I like about this symbol is that while it is widely know in my community it’s not readily recognized by the general populous.
I don’t personally feel persecuted, but it does make me feel like a part of some secret society … and I don’t mean that in the closeted sense.
I just like the idea of having it be seen on my car and immediately understood.
It conjures up ideas of perhaps meeting someone in the grocery store where my gaydar might be engaged and perhaps placing a string cheese strategically on the child seat in my shopping cart – only to have it added to by a pretzel rod from their cart….
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The story was told to me by Dr. Lord, my Art History professor in college.
Dr. Lord was a stout woman who wore her gray hair short and slicked back. She had a deep gravely voice clearly attained from years of smoking. Dr. Lord was always smoking. Back when I was in college and especially in our art department, smoking in class was the norm. Little foil disposable ashtrays were even provided for our convenience.
So there we would sit in the dark looking at slides, smoking our cigarettes and listening to Dr. Lord’s gravely voice tell us stories of great works of art and architecture.
Dr. Lord’s smoking was a thing of great fascination, she would take these deep… long… draws on her cigarettes and hold… and then… she would begin to speak. She never exhaled and no smoke ever came out of that woman. She was like a smokeless ashtray.
We used to take seats in the back of class just to watch this in amazement.
But I digress… back to the fish.
Dr. Lord explained to us, between deep long draws on her Newport 100’s, that after the accession of Jesus, early followers of Christianity were somewhat persecuted. And so they devised a clever way of identifying each other in passing.
When two strangers met and thought maybe they were fellow believers, one of them would draw on the ground, perhaps casually with a walking stick, the upper half of the fish symbol.
Recognizing the symbol, the stranger would add a second curved line to complete the drawing of a fish.
I always liked this story… the whole secret society thing appealed to me – well except for the persecution part, but you get my drift.
What reminded me of this story was that I finally got around to adhering a Human Rights sticker to my car this weekend.
What I like about this symbol is that while it is widely know in my community it’s not readily recognized by the general populous.
I don’t personally feel persecuted, but it does make me feel like a part of some secret society … and I don’t mean that in the closeted sense.
I just like the idea of having it be seen on my car and immediately understood.
It conjures up ideas of perhaps meeting someone in the grocery store where my gaydar might be engaged and perhaps placing a string cheese strategically on the child seat in my shopping cart – only to have it added to by a pretzel rod from their cart….
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Friday, March 02, 2007
Friday
tip-o-day
The next time you get a big package delivered or perhaps buy an appliance – don’t toss out the box just because it’s too big to re-use for your next shipment.
Cut the box into panels for easy storage. These big pieces of cardboard can be used for all sorts of things from protecting photos to be mailed to making tag sale signs.
My favorite use is to keep some in the garage and occasionally lay them under our cars to check for leaks.
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The next time you get a big package delivered or perhaps buy an appliance – don’t toss out the box just because it’s too big to re-use for your next shipment.
Cut the box into panels for easy storage. These big pieces of cardboard can be used for all sorts of things from protecting photos to be mailed to making tag sale signs.
My favorite use is to keep some in the garage and occasionally lay them under our cars to check for leaks.
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Thursday, March 01, 2007
Touching
I remember a really long time ago when we first got AOL dialup. What an amazing new world our 14k modem conjured up.
Logging into my first ‘chat’ room I watched conversations scroll by in awe... so many people coming and going in and out of the ‘room’. I was mesmerized, and soon worked up the courage to type ‘Hello’. It was titillating when someone replied. I called out to my offline wife… hey! I am actually talking to someone!
The novelty of chat rooms wore off– and over the years the internet has taken its place in our lives. It has stealthily replaced things like the yellow pages and several old and worn Rand McNally’s. It’s settled into a comfortable spot in our family and our home.
The internet has become a tool and the computer a mere appliance – albeit one that lacks much of the finesse that we have come to expect from our other appliances. Have you ever had to reboot your refrigerator?
Several years later… I was introduced to blogging. Again, as I did with the chat room… I watched and read quietly for some time. I can’t really remember how I found all of you, a link here… a comment there, but I was quickly wrapped up in your lives, checking in often to see what you were up to.
It wasn’t long before I couldn’t help but to comment. I had something to say.
In fact I found I had so much to say – that I eventually started my own blog.
I wanted you all to come by, I wanted you all to get to know me – as I had been getting to know you.
I was …and am…thrilled to be part of this innovative new community.
But where it gets really exciting and I suppose a little freaky… is how we can walk into a room to sit over food and drink, striking up one conversation after another as if we have been neighbors for all of this time we have been virtually visiting each other.
We wrap our computer generated (((arms))) around each other daily … and I was thrilled to find that to do it in person was just as natural, yet more fulfilling.
We have forged a close bond in our cloistered world of text, but I fear that meeting you all has proven something to all of us.
We want more.
We want to meet for a cocktail next Friday, or maybe if you happen to drive by the house and see my hard working wife out in the yard – you can swing into the driveway and roll down the window for a quick chat. How about running into each other at the supermarket, or a quick wave at a stop light.
Alas this is not our reality…
I love the internet for bringing us together and yet... our physical distance tears at my heart.
I love you all. I am so glad I was able to touch you (stop it Syd).
And so… as we fall back into our comfortable online relationships know that I truly hope we can touch again.
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Logging into my first ‘chat’ room I watched conversations scroll by in awe... so many people coming and going in and out of the ‘room’. I was mesmerized, and soon worked up the courage to type ‘Hello’. It was titillating when someone replied. I called out to my offline wife… hey! I am actually talking to someone!
The novelty of chat rooms wore off– and over the years the internet has taken its place in our lives. It has stealthily replaced things like the yellow pages and several old and worn Rand McNally’s. It’s settled into a comfortable spot in our family and our home.
The internet has become a tool and the computer a mere appliance – albeit one that lacks much of the finesse that we have come to expect from our other appliances. Have you ever had to reboot your refrigerator?
Several years later… I was introduced to blogging. Again, as I did with the chat room… I watched and read quietly for some time. I can’t really remember how I found all of you, a link here… a comment there, but I was quickly wrapped up in your lives, checking in often to see what you were up to.
It wasn’t long before I couldn’t help but to comment. I had something to say.
In fact I found I had so much to say – that I eventually started my own blog.
I wanted you all to come by, I wanted you all to get to know me – as I had been getting to know you.
I was …and am…thrilled to be part of this innovative new community.
But where it gets really exciting and I suppose a little freaky… is how we can walk into a room to sit over food and drink, striking up one conversation after another as if we have been neighbors for all of this time we have been virtually visiting each other.
We wrap our computer generated (((arms))) around each other daily … and I was thrilled to find that to do it in person was just as natural, yet more fulfilling.
We have forged a close bond in our cloistered world of text, but I fear that meeting you all has proven something to all of us.
We want more.
We want to meet for a cocktail next Friday, or maybe if you happen to drive by the house and see my hard working wife out in the yard – you can swing into the driveway and roll down the window for a quick chat. How about running into each other at the supermarket, or a quick wave at a stop light.
Alas this is not our reality…
I love the internet for bringing us together and yet... our physical distance tears at my heart.
I love you all. I am so glad I was able to touch you (stop it Syd).
And so… as we fall back into our comfortable online relationships know that I truly hope we can touch again.
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Tuesday, February 27, 2007
Monday, February 26, 2007
Prayers before gaiety
Before my sweet wife and I can share stories of the weekend …
Within the span of two weeks – two different couples, both our closest friends… lost fathers.
Fathers who were great men, with kind hearts and dearly loved.
We pray for them now.
Within the span of two weeks – two different couples, both our closest friends… lost fathers.
Fathers who were great men, with kind hearts and dearly loved.
We pray for them now.
Wednesday, February 21, 2007
Winter in NE
I noticed when I walked out of the house this morning that the driveway was all shiny. Since we did not install a shiny driveway this was my hint to be careful as I walked over to the garage.
As I drove into work I noticed many shiny spots on the road. Since I know the town did not install shiny roads - here was another little clue.
Just in case I was too dense to notice all this slippery shiny-ness, I was passed by an EMS vehicle, and later a police car.
I heard sirens all around me as I drove into the office.
Clearly some folks missed their visual clues.
As I drove into work I noticed many shiny spots on the road. Since I know the town did not install shiny roads - here was another little clue.
Just in case I was too dense to notice all this slippery shiny-ness, I was passed by an EMS vehicle, and later a police car.
I heard sirens all around me as I drove into the office.
Clearly some folks missed their visual clues.
Friday, February 16, 2007
Friday
tip-o-day
Have you ever taken the hardware off a door to paint it, or strip it - only to find when you go to re-install that the old holes are simply not snug anymore?
Here is a quick fix, and will keep you from having to move a hinge or latch.
Take a toothpick and put in the screw hole, breaking it off flush. Then, simply install your screws. They’ll tighten right up.
I like to use two flat toothpicks (tho either will do) – they seem to break off cleanly and easily.
Have you ever taken the hardware off a door to paint it, or strip it - only to find when you go to re-install that the old holes are simply not snug anymore?
Here is a quick fix, and will keep you from having to move a hinge or latch.
Take a toothpick and put in the screw hole, breaking it off flush. Then, simply install your screws. They’ll tighten right up.
I like to use two flat toothpicks (tho either will do) – they seem to break off cleanly and easily.
Thursday, February 15, 2007
In a moment of passion
My valentine and I went out to dinner last night. We had a wonderful meal, and a couple of cocktails.
Before we left for dinner we had decided to wait until later to clear the driveway, since the storm was still going on.
I think it was sometime after my second cocktail that I suggested we wait until morning to clear the snow. My reasoning was that we have this behemoth snow-thrower, and really what was the difference whether we cleared it now or later. My romantic wife, also on her second cocktail, readily agreed.
Our plan was simple. I would get up and go right out side…firing up the behemoth and getting the driveway cleared in record time. My caring wife would fix up a big pot of coffee and we could have a cup together and admire my work.
So this morning, I got right up and started to put the plan into action. i did have a little nagging worry... because I had been a bit of a slacker this year and didn’t pre-test the snow-thrower.
I was so pleased when she fired right up.
Pulled out of the garage… only to skim across the top of the ice pack that had formed overnight.
Oops.
2 inches of solid snow. Could not for anything get the lip of that snow-thrower under it. It would not budge.
Oops.
Crap.
Ah, but for the sparkling wine, the red roses, the crackling fire it was a luscious evening– my sore back and arms will heal.
Oh …and regarding our paintball playing rodents… I was not able to set the trap up last night because my coddling wife was worried about me releasing the little guys in the middle of a storm. We will revisit the catch and release plan early next week.
Before we left for dinner we had decided to wait until later to clear the driveway, since the storm was still going on.
I think it was sometime after my second cocktail that I suggested we wait until morning to clear the snow. My reasoning was that we have this behemoth snow-thrower, and really what was the difference whether we cleared it now or later. My romantic wife, also on her second cocktail, readily agreed.
Our plan was simple. I would get up and go right out side…firing up the behemoth and getting the driveway cleared in record time. My caring wife would fix up a big pot of coffee and we could have a cup together and admire my work.
So this morning, I got right up and started to put the plan into action. i did have a little nagging worry... because I had been a bit of a slacker this year and didn’t pre-test the snow-thrower.
I was so pleased when she fired right up.
Pulled out of the garage… only to skim across the top of the ice pack that had formed overnight.
Oops.
2 inches of solid snow. Could not for anything get the lip of that snow-thrower under it. It would not budge.
Oops.
Crap.
Ah, but for the sparkling wine, the red roses, the crackling fire it was a luscious evening– my sore back and arms will heal.
Oh …and regarding our paintball playing rodents… I was not able to set the trap up last night because my coddling wife was worried about me releasing the little guys in the middle of a storm. We will revisit the catch and release plan early next week.
Tuesday, February 13, 2007
A game of cat and mouse
When the cat is away the mice will play… paintball?
When Ferris was a young teen he and his buddies played paintball. He had a couple guns, one of those cool facemasks, and other various accoutrement. There were also some leftover paintballs.
Since he has grown into a strapping young man – these items have been relegated to a box in the basement.
A couple of weeks ago – my organized wife and I were tidying up the basement when we noticed little pink blobs and slimy streaks on the basement floor.
We, relatively quickly for two old ladies, realized these were expoloded paintballs.
We wondered if perhaps Ferris had decided this may be a fun new dorm toy, so I checked for his paintball box and it was still there... and seemingly intact.
We dismissed it as an isolated incident.
Well,over the last couple of days I think I have been smelling the tell tale aroma of a mouse making his final ascent. Last night I decided to rip apart the basement to try and find the little guy - to of course be sure he was laid to rest properly... in the pet cemetary we call our back yard.
In my quest for the little rodent, I came upon this -
These are paintballs. These paintballs have been placed under the furnace.
The paintballs came from this box:
See the paintballs laying on the top - these had been in sealed bags tucked under the gun, mask and tanks. Not only that, but this box is in a separate room no where near the furnace. The agile little critters opened the bags, took the paintballs up and out of the box, carried them out of the room and clear across the baesment to place them gently under the furnace. And other than those few little blobs of paint two weeks ago - we never saw a paintball.
Ok, so I can accept the fact that since the cat died we clearly have multiple rodent issues. But what's going on with the paintballs? Is it some wacky late night rodent football. Is under the furnace a goal?
Time to pull out the ole RTD.
When Ferris was a young teen he and his buddies played paintball. He had a couple guns, one of those cool facemasks, and other various accoutrement. There were also some leftover paintballs.
Since he has grown into a strapping young man – these items have been relegated to a box in the basement.
A couple of weeks ago – my organized wife and I were tidying up the basement when we noticed little pink blobs and slimy streaks on the basement floor.
We, relatively quickly for two old ladies, realized these were expoloded paintballs.
We wondered if perhaps Ferris had decided this may be a fun new dorm toy, so I checked for his paintball box and it was still there... and seemingly intact.
We dismissed it as an isolated incident.
Well,over the last couple of days I think I have been smelling the tell tale aroma of a mouse making his final ascent. Last night I decided to rip apart the basement to try and find the little guy - to of course be sure he was laid to rest properly... in the pet cemetary we call our back yard.
In my quest for the little rodent, I came upon this -
These are paintballs. These paintballs have been placed under the furnace.
The paintballs came from this box:
See the paintballs laying on the top - these had been in sealed bags tucked under the gun, mask and tanks. Not only that, but this box is in a separate room no where near the furnace. The agile little critters opened the bags, took the paintballs up and out of the box, carried them out of the room and clear across the baesment to place them gently under the furnace. And other than those few little blobs of paint two weeks ago - we never saw a paintball.
Ok, so I can accept the fact that since the cat died we clearly have multiple rodent issues. But what's going on with the paintballs? Is it some wacky late night rodent football. Is under the furnace a goal?
Time to pull out the ole RTD.
Monday, February 12, 2007
off spring
Have I bragged about our kids lately.
Hmm, no?
well then…
First, I want to congratulate The Daughter The Therapist.
She passed her State LPC exam, the National Clinical Mental Health Counseling Examination (NCMHCE) exam giving by the National Board of Certified Counselors.
So if you are in the neighborhood…and nuts – she is now licensed to help you.
We’re also very proud of Ferris – who made it through his first semester at college …gaining only a scant couple freshman pounds, doing his own laundry, oh and making the Dean’s List.
Hmm, no?
well then…
First, I want to congratulate The Daughter The Therapist.
She passed her State LPC exam, the National Clinical Mental Health Counseling Examination (NCMHCE) exam giving by the National Board of Certified Counselors.
So if you are in the neighborhood…and nuts – she is now licensed to help you.
We’re also very proud of Ferris – who made it through his first semester at college …gaining only a scant couple freshman pounds, doing his own laundry, oh and making the Dean’s List.
Friday, February 09, 2007
Friday
tip-o-day
Are you feeling ill effects from the winter? Do you feel listless, tired, do you poop out at parties? Are you unpoopular? (oops …a Lucy moment).
Maybe you have an unexplained lack of energy or are you getting a little short fused?
You will be surprised how much it helps with winter blues to get your house clean and orderly.
Your home is an integral part of your energy. Your home has energy flowing through it all the time. Feng Shui is the environmental science of this energy – and there are boat loads of info on this.
But on a smaller scale – and without doing a lot of research…
Energy in your home can be good or bad which can help or hinder you in your daily life. A cramped, cluttered home that’s dusty and disorganized will greatly affect the way you feel.
I am more pragmatic than most, and proudly consider myself shallow – but even I can feel the difference in our home when it’s cleaned and set right. I am more at ease, and I feel happier. Sometimes that’s enhanced by the several lite beers I partake after getting everything in order… but I digress.
So if you’re longing for the days of summer and feeling like you need more space and sunlight, take some time this weekend to do a good cleaning. Think of it as a way to pamper and care for yourself. Some folks may go to a spa, which while pleasant is short lived. Caring for yourself by caring for your home environment will have lasting effects.
If your home is particularly disorganized – start small. Take one room, perhaps your bedroom – which should be your sanctuary. Dust and vacuum everything including your window treatments and walls (which can be quickly dusted with one of those swiffer thingys). Wash your linens, hang out spreads and comforters and toss your pillows in the dryer at high heat for freshening.
If you are storing things under your bed, remove them. Keeping clutter hiding under your bed is not good for sleeping energy. Keeping it clear is good for air flow, which keeps your room fresher and also allows easy access for vacuuming and/or mopping.
Attics and basements are other great places to organize and purge unneeded stuff. You may think there is no harm in keeping piles clutter and useless stuff behind closed doors.
But – try this. Clean and organize your basement, throwing out anything you don’t use and making sure the stuff you do use is accessible and arranged by purpose.
Then sit in your living room and see how it makes you feel. You will feel a better flow of energy even in other rooms. Perhaps you won’t perceive it as energy. You may simply feel, at first, satisfied with a job well done.
But I promise it will feel good.
And… a couple of beers won’t hurt either.
Something about a good day of clutter clearing that just makes the cold ones flow better.
Are you feeling ill effects from the winter? Do you feel listless, tired, do you poop out at parties? Are you unpoopular? (oops …a Lucy moment).
Maybe you have an unexplained lack of energy or are you getting a little short fused?
You will be surprised how much it helps with winter blues to get your house clean and orderly.
Your home is an integral part of your energy. Your home has energy flowing through it all the time. Feng Shui is the environmental science of this energy – and there are boat loads of info on this.
But on a smaller scale – and without doing a lot of research…
Energy in your home can be good or bad which can help or hinder you in your daily life. A cramped, cluttered home that’s dusty and disorganized will greatly affect the way you feel.
I am more pragmatic than most, and proudly consider myself shallow – but even I can feel the difference in our home when it’s cleaned and set right. I am more at ease, and I feel happier. Sometimes that’s enhanced by the several lite beers I partake after getting everything in order… but I digress.
So if you’re longing for the days of summer and feeling like you need more space and sunlight, take some time this weekend to do a good cleaning. Think of it as a way to pamper and care for yourself. Some folks may go to a spa, which while pleasant is short lived. Caring for yourself by caring for your home environment will have lasting effects.
If your home is particularly disorganized – start small. Take one room, perhaps your bedroom – which should be your sanctuary. Dust and vacuum everything including your window treatments and walls (which can be quickly dusted with one of those swiffer thingys). Wash your linens, hang out spreads and comforters and toss your pillows in the dryer at high heat for freshening.
If you are storing things under your bed, remove them. Keeping clutter hiding under your bed is not good for sleeping energy. Keeping it clear is good for air flow, which keeps your room fresher and also allows easy access for vacuuming and/or mopping.
Attics and basements are other great places to organize and purge unneeded stuff. You may think there is no harm in keeping piles clutter and useless stuff behind closed doors.
But – try this. Clean and organize your basement, throwing out anything you don’t use and making sure the stuff you do use is accessible and arranged by purpose.
Then sit in your living room and see how it makes you feel. You will feel a better flow of energy even in other rooms. Perhaps you won’t perceive it as energy. You may simply feel, at first, satisfied with a job well done.
But I promise it will feel good.
And… a couple of beers won’t hurt either.
Something about a good day of clutter clearing that just makes the cold ones flow better.
Wednesday, February 07, 2007
You make the diagnosis
Have you seen these new shows on TV? They give you a bunch of medical facts about someone and then a list of possible ailments.
I am really good at these, because not only do I watch DiscoveryHealth, but I have been watching TV medical shows my whole life.
I could intubate someone if I had to.
Today, you can play along in my psychosis by analyzing my dream from last night.
It goes something like this: (cue eerie music and fog...)
I get onto an escalator, which seems to be in a mall type setting. The escalator is unusual in that it's covered – picture a tube... with moving stairs. I suppose it was somewhat like those kiddie slides you see at playgrounds.
I crouched down to get on and then sit once inside, because it was pretty small. I think about how difficult it would be for someone larger than me, and how silly to have such a thing at the mall.
As I descend I that creepy feeling that I have done this before, and on that previous occasion I just barely fit through the opening at the bottom. I feel my anxiety rise as I approach the bottom. I see the opening, size it up. Just as my feet pass through I realize it's too small.
I hear a squelch sort of sound as my legs are stopped by the small opening.
I am stuck.
I tap on the tube, and call for help. I remember to panic. Claustrophobia washes over me. I look down at my feet poking through the small hole. I notice I am wearing cream colored pumps. I may also be wearing a matching cream skirt and jacket.
Then... I woke up.
well??
Luckily for me we are having dinner with The Daughter The Therapist tonight.
Hopefully she will read today's entry before we go and possibly jot down some notes and come up with some theories.
I am really good at these, because not only do I watch DiscoveryHealth, but I have been watching TV medical shows my whole life.
I could intubate someone if I had to.
Today, you can play along in my psychosis by analyzing my dream from last night.
It goes something like this: (cue eerie music and fog...)
I get onto an escalator, which seems to be in a mall type setting. The escalator is unusual in that it's covered – picture a tube... with moving stairs. I suppose it was somewhat like those kiddie slides you see at playgrounds.
I crouched down to get on and then sit once inside, because it was pretty small. I think about how difficult it would be for someone larger than me, and how silly to have such a thing at the mall.
As I descend I that creepy feeling that I have done this before, and on that previous occasion I just barely fit through the opening at the bottom. I feel my anxiety rise as I approach the bottom. I see the opening, size it up. Just as my feet pass through I realize it's too small.
I hear a squelch sort of sound as my legs are stopped by the small opening.
I am stuck.
I tap on the tube, and call for help. I remember to panic. Claustrophobia washes over me. I look down at my feet poking through the small hole. I notice I am wearing cream colored pumps. I may also be wearing a matching cream skirt and jacket.
Then... I woke up.
well??
Luckily for me we are having dinner with The Daughter The Therapist tonight.
Hopefully she will read today's entry before we go and possibly jot down some notes and come up with some theories.
Thursday, February 01, 2007
We have a little basket with a couple magazines in our bathroom, just in case you find yourself with some time to pass.
One of them is a health and well-being type of magazine.
It has an article on things you can do to boost your memory… especially as you age.
I can’t tell you how many times I’ve read this article.
One of them is a health and well-being type of magazine.
It has an article on things you can do to boost your memory… especially as you age.
I can’t tell you how many times I’ve read this article.
Wednesday, January 31, 2007
Because Grandpa says so
Tidying up the basement this week has got me thinking about a number of organizational and basement improvement type projects. One of these projects was rebuilding the basement stairs.
These stairs are probably original to the house making them circa 1935. They look like they were built from scrap wood laying around after the house was complete. Add to that some of the stair treads toward the bottom are missing chunks from our first Labrador. They are pretty ugly.
I was excited about the challenge of rebuilding them because they are steep and far from any sort of standard run/rise combination. I looked forward to measuring, making calculations and drawings, re-measuring, redrawing…etc.
Well last night, my devoted wife’s brother stopped over for a visit. He is a carpenter and master craftsman.
Normally, when I tell him of one of my crazy ideas –he is right on board, often lending advice on how to measure or what materials may work best.
When I mentioned the stair project to him last night, he gazed down the stairs shaking his head in a patient, all-knowing sorta way…
“You don’t want to touch those.” he said. “Those are grandfathered.”
Who would ever disagree with their grandfather? Grandfathers are old.
This means they know.
They know most everything.
They have seen it, done it and been there… perhaps several times.
And so by being ‘grandfathered in’ – our stairs... which do meet new codes or regulations –can stay, no questions asked.
Because they are already here and have been here for a really long time, and they are old and wise and have seen it all.
And so when your master craftsman brother in-law tells you something’s been ‘grandfathered’… don’t ask questions.
Put down the tape measure and back away from the tool box.
These stairs are probably original to the house making them circa 1935. They look like they were built from scrap wood laying around after the house was complete. Add to that some of the stair treads toward the bottom are missing chunks from our first Labrador. They are pretty ugly.
I was excited about the challenge of rebuilding them because they are steep and far from any sort of standard run/rise combination. I looked forward to measuring, making calculations and drawings, re-measuring, redrawing…etc.
Well last night, my devoted wife’s brother stopped over for a visit. He is a carpenter and master craftsman.
Normally, when I tell him of one of my crazy ideas –he is right on board, often lending advice on how to measure or what materials may work best.
When I mentioned the stair project to him last night, he gazed down the stairs shaking his head in a patient, all-knowing sorta way…
“You don’t want to touch those.” he said. “Those are grandfathered.”
Who would ever disagree with their grandfather? Grandfathers are old.
This means they know.
They know most everything.
They have seen it, done it and been there… perhaps several times.
And so by being ‘grandfathered in’ – our stairs... which do meet new codes or regulations –can stay, no questions asked.
Because they are already here and have been here for a really long time, and they are old and wise and have seen it all.
And so when your master craftsman brother in-law tells you something’s been ‘grandfathered’… don’t ask questions.
Put down the tape measure and back away from the tool box.
Tuesday, January 30, 2007
A good purge
Our recent oil tank incident has caused a flurry of activity in our house this past week.
Since we needed to quickly rearrange things to move them away from the old leaky, smelly oil tank, we took the opportunity to get rid of alot of it and reorganize the remainder.
Purging can be so satisfying... just ask Sassy.
Now we have a garage full of junk rather than a basement full of junk.
This will be organized into three areas:
stuff to sell
stuff to toss
and our favorite... stuff to put at the curb for free.
We do this alot.
It's like sport for us.
We take perfectly good stuff that we no longer use and set it out at the curb to see how long it takes for someone to snatch it up. We do it so often that folks probably wait with great anticipation to see what we will put out next. We actually have an old (working) air conditioner that we are saving for just such an occasion. We want to wait until next summer when its like 99 degrees out - then put the old A/C out at the curb with a FREE sign on it...
That's gotta make somebody's day.
Oh, and of course, all this tidying and purging has also spawned some ideas for new projects... more on this later.
Since we needed to quickly rearrange things to move them away from the old leaky, smelly oil tank, we took the opportunity to get rid of alot of it and reorganize the remainder.
Purging can be so satisfying... just ask Sassy.
Now we have a garage full of junk rather than a basement full of junk.
This will be organized into three areas:
stuff to sell
stuff to toss
and our favorite... stuff to put at the curb for free.
We do this alot.
It's like sport for us.
We take perfectly good stuff that we no longer use and set it out at the curb to see how long it takes for someone to snatch it up. We do it so often that folks probably wait with great anticipation to see what we will put out next. We actually have an old (working) air conditioner that we are saving for just such an occasion. We want to wait until next summer when its like 99 degrees out - then put the old A/C out at the curb with a FREE sign on it...
That's gotta make somebody's day.
Oh, and of course, all this tidying and purging has also spawned some ideas for new projects... more on this later.
Monday, January 29, 2007
...later that same day
Look!
it fit down the stairs!
Its all done, and the house is almost warm again.
They did manage to put a big scratch in the side. I am not to happy about that. Because its important for me to have a shiny new, scratch free oil tank. (I may have to touch it up).
Now I must go and vacuum and mop up after the installers.
it fit down the stairs!
Its all done, and the house is almost warm again.
They did manage to put a big scratch in the side. I am not to happy about that. Because its important for me to have a shiny new, scratch free oil tank. (I may have to touch it up).
Now I must go and vacuum and mop up after the installers.
Our Old House
Nothing is ever easy here.
The new oil tank is being installed today.
Here is our old one. The heating guy said this tank is probably 70 years old being the original tank from when the house was converted from coal.
Yes, it's a stone basement. I believe the floor used to be dirt. But at some point an inch of concrete was poured down there.
Because of the lack of a separate entrance to the basement and the narrow stairs... today's project will be a challenge.
The fellows who are doing the install tho are familiar with these issues. We live in an old farm house - and there are many in these parts (sprinkled in with the McMansions), so they have a plan.
First, the old tank will be drained and washed clean. The oil, about 175 gallons, will be stored in drums and tansferred to the new tank.
Then they will cut the old tank to fit it up and out the stairs.
Our new tank will be slightly smaller, 22" wide, and 240 gallons rather than the standard of 275.
Here it is in the driveway.
Fitting the 22" tank down the narrow stairs is still really just a theory. If it won't go - we can actually get two small tanks which they can tandem.
We are really hoping this is not necessary tho, as it jacks up the price by a grand.
I told my frugal wife not to worry - I would find a way to get this tank down the stairs no matter what... I will start taking down walls if I have to.
They will also need to replace our vent line, as its not up to code (really... in this house... what is).
This will require widening the outlet through our stone basement walls. I hope this works out easily. But with this old house - I wouldn't put money on it.
The new oil tank is being installed today.
Here is our old one. The heating guy said this tank is probably 70 years old being the original tank from when the house was converted from coal.
Yes, it's a stone basement. I believe the floor used to be dirt. But at some point an inch of concrete was poured down there.
Because of the lack of a separate entrance to the basement and the narrow stairs... today's project will be a challenge.
The fellows who are doing the install tho are familiar with these issues. We live in an old farm house - and there are many in these parts (sprinkled in with the McMansions), so they have a plan.
First, the old tank will be drained and washed clean. The oil, about 175 gallons, will be stored in drums and tansferred to the new tank.
Then they will cut the old tank to fit it up and out the stairs.
Our new tank will be slightly smaller, 22" wide, and 240 gallons rather than the standard of 275.
Here it is in the driveway.
Fitting the 22" tank down the narrow stairs is still really just a theory. If it won't go - we can actually get two small tanks which they can tandem.
We are really hoping this is not necessary tho, as it jacks up the price by a grand.
I told my frugal wife not to worry - I would find a way to get this tank down the stairs no matter what... I will start taking down walls if I have to.
They will also need to replace our vent line, as its not up to code (really... in this house... what is).
This will require widening the outlet through our stone basement walls. I hope this works out easily. But with this old house - I wouldn't put money on it.
Friday, January 26, 2007
Friday
tip-o-day
If you live in an old home, like we do, keep an eye and a nose on your indoor oil tank.
They are much, much easier to replace in the summer ... when there is not 250 gallons of oil in them.
Look underneath your tank often. And if you smell oil... you've waited to long.
If you live in an old home, like we do, keep an eye and a nose on your indoor oil tank.
They are much, much easier to replace in the summer ... when there is not 250 gallons of oil in them.
Look underneath your tank often. And if you smell oil... you've waited to long.
Thursday, January 25, 2007
Oh..right
It occurs to me that I never followed up on our counter installation.
(well...it didn't actually occur to me - I was reminded)
Plus, we needed some extra time to finish the back splash for the final pictures. (ok, ok not that much time)
Ok so...
the counters used to be green, and clearly that needed to change.
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As I told you the installation was harrowing:
First we removed the old counter. We put the old counter on sawhorses close by so we could use it as a reference. Tho we quickly learned that we would not be able to transfer the old measurements. I began to panic.
Lucky me, my mathematical wife steps in with a pencil:
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After penciling in the proper measurements, she adds tape so that the foot of the saw won't scratch the new counter.
My intelligent and attractive wife has me check the final measurements one more time. You get one shot with a sink hole. If you mess up - you can toss the whole counter out:
Then we use a hole saw in each corner:
After all four holes are drilled we simply cut the straight edges with a jig saw. I am using a small kerf laminate (down-cut) blade, so as not to chip the laminate during the cut.
Look! it FITS!
Some things we leave to the professionals. The plumber came the next day.
Then my creative wife finished up with a stone tile back splash (during this process I got to wipe things, get her fresh water, and open the wine when she was done).
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Notice the sink rack in the bottom of the oddly shaped sink. Initially we went to Bed Bath and Beyond to get a rack to protect our happy new sink - but we dismayed with the selection. I found these custom racks made by the manufacturer online. I do so love the internets.
(well...it didn't actually occur to me - I was reminded)
Plus, we needed some extra time to finish the back splash for the final pictures. (ok, ok not that much time)
Ok so...
the counters used to be green, and clearly that needed to change.
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As I told you the installation was harrowing:
First we removed the old counter. We put the old counter on sawhorses close by so we could use it as a reference. Tho we quickly learned that we would not be able to transfer the old measurements. I began to panic.
Lucky me, my mathematical wife steps in with a pencil:
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After penciling in the proper measurements, she adds tape so that the foot of the saw won't scratch the new counter.
My intelligent and attractive wife has me check the final measurements one more time. You get one shot with a sink hole. If you mess up - you can toss the whole counter out:
Then we use a hole saw in each corner:
After all four holes are drilled we simply cut the straight edges with a jig saw. I am using a small kerf laminate (down-cut) blade, so as not to chip the laminate during the cut.
Look! it FITS!
Some things we leave to the professionals. The plumber came the next day.
Then my creative wife finished up with a stone tile back splash (during this process I got to wipe things, get her fresh water, and open the wine when she was done).
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Notice the sink rack in the bottom of the oddly shaped sink. Initially we went to Bed Bath and Beyond to get a rack to protect our happy new sink - but we dismayed with the selection. I found these custom racks made by the manufacturer online. I do so love the internets.
Wednesday, January 24, 2007
I'm not a felon, but they don't know that yet
Next week, here at the office, we are all going to be fingerprinted.
No one has given us an actual, plausible explanation - tho its fairly obvious... since we work with highly confidential personal data.
As to be expected, many folks are in a nit about it.
Personally, I am excited. I don't think I have ever been fingerprinted.
Well... there was that 'incident' in upstate New York. Tho I can't quite remember if they fingerprinted me or not.
I felt like I was in Mayberry.
The synopsis goes like this:
- around midnight driving through nowhere on our way to Canada, circa 1989
- stopped for really minor traffic violation
- I was a passenger and arrested on an open container charge
- my empty beer bottle was marked as 'Exhibit A'
- almost got into more trouble for laughing at the labeling of my Michelob
- I had to ride in the patrol car to the police station/court house
- the officer and I chatted about real estate prices and rising insurance costs
- the judge was called in from home, he was wearing a flannel shirt
- I was asked if I wanted a lawyer, and again... the laughing
- I pleaded guilty to drinking a beer (technically it was only 1/2 a beer...)
- payed a 20.00 fine to be release into the custody of my giggling wife
This can't possibly come up on my record... can it?
Ha!
No one has given us an actual, plausible explanation - tho its fairly obvious... since we work with highly confidential personal data.
As to be expected, many folks are in a nit about it.
Personally, I am excited. I don't think I have ever been fingerprinted.
Well... there was that 'incident' in upstate New York. Tho I can't quite remember if they fingerprinted me or not.
I felt like I was in Mayberry.
The synopsis goes like this:
- around midnight driving through nowhere on our way to Canada, circa 1989
- stopped for really minor traffic violation
- I was a passenger and arrested on an open container charge
- my empty beer bottle was marked as 'Exhibit A'
- almost got into more trouble for laughing at the labeling of my Michelob
- I had to ride in the patrol car to the police station/court house
- the officer and I chatted about real estate prices and rising insurance costs
- the judge was called in from home, he was wearing a flannel shirt
- I was asked if I wanted a lawyer, and again... the laughing
- I pleaded guilty to drinking a beer (technically it was only 1/2 a beer...)
- payed a 20.00 fine to be release into the custody of my giggling wife
This can't possibly come up on my record... can it?
Ha!
Tuesday, January 23, 2007
Let’s just say
Let’s just say you were approaching the entrance to your favorite local shop.
You notice as you get closer that someone else is also heading for the door.
Do you speed up to reach the door and let it close behind you so that you are in first?
Then why do you do that in your car?
Let’s just say you are walking along a park path. Ahead of you is an elderly couple, holding hands and enjoying a leisurely walk. Suddenly you realize the time and need to brisk your pace to get back for an appointment.
Do you yell at the old couple as you approach from behind, and then scowl at them as you pass in your haste?
Then why do you do that in your car?
Let’s just say you walk into the bank and need to see a teller for your transaction.
You notice there are a number of people waiting in a roped line.
Do you bypass the line and go directly to the front to be waited on next?
Then why do you do that in your car?
Let’s just say you are a thoughtful, courteous person – who tends to open doors for others, help a lost person, be patient and kind.
Then why aren’t you like that your car?
You notice as you get closer that someone else is also heading for the door.
Do you speed up to reach the door and let it close behind you so that you are in first?
Then why do you do that in your car?
Let’s just say you are walking along a park path. Ahead of you is an elderly couple, holding hands and enjoying a leisurely walk. Suddenly you realize the time and need to brisk your pace to get back for an appointment.
Do you yell at the old couple as you approach from behind, and then scowl at them as you pass in your haste?
Then why do you do that in your car?
Let’s just say you walk into the bank and need to see a teller for your transaction.
You notice there are a number of people waiting in a roped line.
Do you bypass the line and go directly to the front to be waited on next?
Then why do you do that in your car?
Let’s just say you are a thoughtful, courteous person – who tends to open doors for others, help a lost person, be patient and kind.
Then why aren’t you like that your car?
Monday, January 22, 2007
Circle the wagons
I keep falling off damn wagons.
Well, technically, I was never really on the wagon per se...
In my ongoing determination to lose weight, I had decided several weeks ago to cut back on my beer consumption. It's just so many calories, and... being a middle aged woman I just don't metabolize alcohol like back in the day.
(which is mostly just the universe telling me enough is enough old woman, you ain't 20 anymore)
I had a bit of a setback this weekend.
But its Monday... I am now planted firmly in my wagon seat, hands on the reigns, keeping a look out for angry natives, with a Perrier by my side.
Well, technically, I was never really on the wagon per se...
In my ongoing determination to lose weight, I had decided several weeks ago to cut back on my beer consumption. It's just so many calories, and... being a middle aged woman I just don't metabolize alcohol like back in the day.
(which is mostly just the universe telling me enough is enough old woman, you ain't 20 anymore)
I had a bit of a setback this weekend.
But its Monday... I am now planted firmly in my wagon seat, hands on the reigns, keeping a look out for angry natives, with a Perrier by my side.
Thursday, January 18, 2007
Fallen off the wagon
I have fallen off the blog wagon.
I am running to catch up.
I don't run very fast.
I am running to catch up.
I don't run very fast.
Tuesday, January 16, 2007
In training
The road where my office complex is located is like the Autobahn.
It’s a newly paved rather curvy road, and the drivers are all professionals.
Professional commuters.
Pretty much the only traffic on this road is limited to people heading to this complex.
You need to be savvy to the commuter rules of the road.
This morning, as I was taking my left turn onto the OfficeAutobahn, I noticed a car coming in the opposite direction moving very slowly with the right blinker on.
Its an unusual site to see someone driving slowly in this area.
As the car took a very tentative, hugging the shoulder sort of turn, I noticed the big yellow signs on all sides.
Why in holy hell would someone bring a Student Driver on this road... at 8a.m.
Poor kid. Bet this kid gets a city job that he can walk to
It’s a newly paved rather curvy road, and the drivers are all professionals.
Professional commuters.
Pretty much the only traffic on this road is limited to people heading to this complex.
You need to be savvy to the commuter rules of the road.
This morning, as I was taking my left turn onto the OfficeAutobahn, I noticed a car coming in the opposite direction moving very slowly with the right blinker on.
Its an unusual site to see someone driving slowly in this area.
As the car took a very tentative, hugging the shoulder sort of turn, I noticed the big yellow signs on all sides.
Why in holy hell would someone bring a Student Driver on this road... at 8a.m.
Poor kid. Bet this kid gets a city job that he can walk to
Friday, January 12, 2007
Friday
tip-o-day
We gave Ferris a car stereo for Christmas. The Daughter's Handsome Beau helped us pick it out and did the install as well - he is a pro in this area.
The thing has all the bells and whistles. So many bells in fact that its not all that easy to figure out how the thing works. Luckily it comes with a thick manual.
After the Handsome Beau was done with the install he came into the kitchen and handed us the thick manual.
"Ferris needs to read this, put it in the john."
Huh. I had never thought of putting stuff in there that he really should read, but probably wouldn't.
Brilliant.
We gave Ferris a car stereo for Christmas. The Daughter's Handsome Beau helped us pick it out and did the install as well - he is a pro in this area.
The thing has all the bells and whistles. So many bells in fact that its not all that easy to figure out how the thing works. Luckily it comes with a thick manual.
After the Handsome Beau was done with the install he came into the kitchen and handed us the thick manual.
"Ferris needs to read this, put it in the john."
Huh. I had never thought of putting stuff in there that he really should read, but probably wouldn't.
Brilliant.
Thursday, January 11, 2007
multitasking
I am, for the second time this week, eating and working at the same time. No time for a break, work is busy.
Or course I am also blogging... and cleaning the oven.
Man... I'm good.
I was supposed to be at the gym during lunch today. Normally, I go to the gym at 4:00. Then I can watch Ellen while I am on the Elliptical.
This makes me happy.
I like that time slot.
But the gym is packed with post holiday exercise binging so I am looking for a quieter time. I know most of these newbies will give up in a couple weeks, so I can have my routine back.
I do so like routine.
But ...you knew that.
I have been very good about going to the gym... not perfect, but good. 3 - 4 times a week good.
I don't seem to have much measurable results yet. I have lost 1 pound, and have been told that my face looks thinner, which seems to have no effect on the way my pants fit... o well.
But getting older makes you more patient.
The universe gives you this great gift of patience as you age... mostly because things tend to take longer.
Or course I am also blogging... and cleaning the oven.
Man... I'm good.
I was supposed to be at the gym during lunch today. Normally, I go to the gym at 4:00. Then I can watch Ellen while I am on the Elliptical.
This makes me happy.
I like that time slot.
But the gym is packed with post holiday exercise binging so I am looking for a quieter time. I know most of these newbies will give up in a couple weeks, so I can have my routine back.
I do so like routine.
But ...you knew that.
I have been very good about going to the gym... not perfect, but good. 3 - 4 times a week good.
I don't seem to have much measurable results yet. I have lost 1 pound, and have been told that my face looks thinner, which seems to have no effect on the way my pants fit... o well.
But getting older makes you more patient.
The universe gives you this great gift of patience as you age... mostly because things tend to take longer.
Monday, January 08, 2007
Our reality show
My mom came over yesterday to watch the Patriots game in HiDef on our big TV.
My mom LOVES the Patriots.
Its like they are all her kids...she seems to know how they are feeling, what kind of mood they are in, who is friends with who. She said one day that she thought they lost because Tom Brady looked tired, and maybe he was fighting off a cold.
While she was there I demonstrated how easy it is to record shows using the DVR. I think it would be easier for her to use than her VCR.
Since I wanted to record it anyway, I used the L W0RD as an example (10:00 is just so late, so we didn't watch the premier yet - possibly tonight).
When she asked what the L W0RD was, I replied. "It's a show about rich, successful, extremely attractive lesbians all living in the same city in California. They all know each other, hang out at the same places and can walk to each others houses all day when most people are actually working... you know - just like real life."
My mom LOVES the Patriots.
Its like they are all her kids...she seems to know how they are feeling, what kind of mood they are in, who is friends with who. She said one day that she thought they lost because Tom Brady looked tired, and maybe he was fighting off a cold.
While she was there I demonstrated how easy it is to record shows using the DVR. I think it would be easier for her to use than her VCR.
Since I wanted to record it anyway, I used the L W0RD as an example (10:00 is just so late, so we didn't watch the premier yet - possibly tonight).
When she asked what the L W0RD was, I replied. "It's a show about rich, successful, extremely attractive lesbians all living in the same city in California. They all know each other, hang out at the same places and can walk to each others houses all day when most people are actually working... you know - just like real life."
Wednesday, January 03, 2007
kill a watt
Here in CT they plan to raise our electric rates by somewhere near 50% over the course of the next year.
That's alot for watts.
We have never been very mindful of our electric usage. We tend to turn on lights in rooms we are not in or leave computers running we are not using. Forget Ferris. His room is a watt-fest. Everything is running all of the time... tv, playstation, computer, lights, phones... I think he even plugs himself in to recharge.
Well...no more.
My frugal wife and I are taking action.
We are discovering there are alot of things plugged in, sucking power for no good reason. Do we need a clock on the wall on the stove on the microwave on the coffee maker? I don't think so.
You do know all of your appliances are gobbling up kilowatts just waiting for you to turn them on? They sit in a ready state, plucking dollar bills from your wallet - just so you can push a button from across the room to turn them on. Well, I am not that lazy.
We'll start by putting some appliances on power strips. This way we can control when they start sucking energy. Several of the appliances with clocks will simply be unplugged until we need them. We will also be switching over to fluorescent bulbs where ever we can.
And lastly... we'll send Ferris back to college where we more than cover any of his electrical expenses.
Oh, and my watt-conscious wife wants to get this device.
That's alot for watts.
We have never been very mindful of our electric usage. We tend to turn on lights in rooms we are not in or leave computers running we are not using. Forget Ferris. His room is a watt-fest. Everything is running all of the time... tv, playstation, computer, lights, phones... I think he even plugs himself in to recharge.
Well...no more.
My frugal wife and I are taking action.
We are discovering there are alot of things plugged in, sucking power for no good reason. Do we need a clock on the wall on the stove on the microwave on the coffee maker? I don't think so.
You do know all of your appliances are gobbling up kilowatts just waiting for you to turn them on? They sit in a ready state, plucking dollar bills from your wallet - just so you can push a button from across the room to turn them on. Well, I am not that lazy.
We'll start by putting some appliances on power strips. This way we can control when they start sucking energy. Several of the appliances with clocks will simply be unplugged until we need them. We will also be switching over to fluorescent bulbs where ever we can.
And lastly... we'll send Ferris back to college where we more than cover any of his electrical expenses.
Oh, and my watt-conscious wife wants to get this device.
Tuesday, January 02, 2007
2007
It occurs to me suddenly that I have failed to supply myself with a 2007 calendar.
I don't know what day it is, and I can't make any plans.
It's not so bad really.
I don't know what day it is, and I can't make any plans.
It's not so bad really.
Monday, January 01, 2007
I'm Back
I took a hiatus.
It was divine.
The holidays were lovely. The time off from work sublime.
We were lazy and decadent.
Real posting begins tomorrow.
Today I am springing back by eating lettuce all day.
Let's call it a cleansing after last nights fondue madness.
Have you had fondue lately? I highly recommend it.
It was divine.
The holidays were lovely. The time off from work sublime.
We were lazy and decadent.
Real posting begins tomorrow.
Today I am springing back by eating lettuce all day.
Let's call it a cleansing after last nights fondue madness.
Have you had fondue lately? I highly recommend it.
Friday, December 22, 2006
Friday
I thought of telling you the wonders of parchment paper for all of your holiday baking needs – but I have other, more pressing, thoughts today.
The holidays can be a stressful time.
Ah, the dichotomy of December. A time… as advertised, so full of joy and gaiety.
A time when so many people fall prey to the pressure of the season.
Shopping for that perfect gift, feeling tense about cash flow, running your credit cards up and credit score down, organizing family gatherings, even holiday baking can all be sticks on your camel’s back.
While each situation has a solution or at least some relief…the time is late for that now. The holiday is upon us, emotions are mounting.
So let me say this to you instead, my dear bloggy friends.
Please take a moment over this week or weekend… take a moment away from your holiday – be it Hanukkah, Christmas, Kwanza or even a New Years celebration – a moment away from loved ones, from the kitchen, from the mall.
Don’t tell me you don’t have a moment. You do. It’s just a moment.
The season is about giving – so give yourself a moment
Do what you want with that moment. I know my spiritual wife would choose Reiki…
You could light a candle, sit quietly in the dark, take a bath, take a walk, pleasure yourself… whatever works for you.
Find a smattering of joy.
Joy is like a rolling snowball – it grows once it gets going.
Joy is also contagious.
The holiday is and has always been –in our hearts. And believe me; I know everything around you is fighting against that. But there is joy. Sometimes you need to look for it.
When Aunt Mabel is yet again bitching about your housekeeping or your Uncle Simon is criticizing your child rearing… avert your gaze, you may instead see your nephew hugging your dog, or perhaps your teenager sneaking some nog – see… there is joy everywhere.
Look for it.
Be blessed by it.
And remember – while a dry roast for Christmas dinner can be problematic, its nothing that an extra bottle of champagne won’t fix.
So your Holiday Friday tip-o-day is to get to the liquor store early and stock up.
From my festive wife and I
We wish you a most Happy Holiday.
The holidays can be a stressful time.
Ah, the dichotomy of December. A time… as advertised, so full of joy and gaiety.
A time when so many people fall prey to the pressure of the season.
Shopping for that perfect gift, feeling tense about cash flow, running your credit cards up and credit score down, organizing family gatherings, even holiday baking can all be sticks on your camel’s back.
While each situation has a solution or at least some relief…the time is late for that now. The holiday is upon us, emotions are mounting.
So let me say this to you instead, my dear bloggy friends.
Please take a moment over this week or weekend… take a moment away from your holiday – be it Hanukkah, Christmas, Kwanza or even a New Years celebration – a moment away from loved ones, from the kitchen, from the mall.
Don’t tell me you don’t have a moment. You do. It’s just a moment.
The season is about giving – so give yourself a moment
Do what you want with that moment. I know my spiritual wife would choose Reiki…
You could light a candle, sit quietly in the dark, take a bath, take a walk, pleasure yourself… whatever works for you.
Find a smattering of joy.
Joy is like a rolling snowball – it grows once it gets going.
Joy is also contagious.
The holiday is and has always been –in our hearts. And believe me; I know everything around you is fighting against that. But there is joy. Sometimes you need to look for it.
When Aunt Mabel is yet again bitching about your housekeeping or your Uncle Simon is criticizing your child rearing… avert your gaze, you may instead see your nephew hugging your dog, or perhaps your teenager sneaking some nog – see… there is joy everywhere.
Look for it.
Be blessed by it.
And remember – while a dry roast for Christmas dinner can be problematic, its nothing that an extra bottle of champagne won’t fix.
So your Holiday Friday tip-o-day is to get to the liquor store early and stock up.
From my festive wife and I
We wish you a most Happy Holiday.
Wednesday, December 20, 2006
bzzzzz
Remarkably, I still have this pesky cold.
I decided this morning to get right back on my cold medication.
The gel caps I took this morning were a gorgeous azure blue.
Now my runny nose has stopped, my nasal passages are clear and I am breathing smoothly. Not to mention the FABulous buzz I have.
I just love Guiafenisen. It not only makes me peppy - but I won't need food for several hours.
I also thought you might like to know - I am wearing a Santa hat.
I decided this morning to get right back on my cold medication.
The gel caps I took this morning were a gorgeous azure blue.
Now my runny nose has stopped, my nasal passages are clear and I am breathing smoothly. Not to mention the FABulous buzz I have.
I just love Guiafenisen. It not only makes me peppy - but I won't need food for several hours.
I also thought you might like to know - I am wearing a Santa hat.
Monday, December 18, 2006
I do so love to sing
Our church organizes groups to go out Caroling the week before Christmas – it’s really a wonderful small town tradition.
They always make a point to visit our neighbor, Marie. We have been living next door to Marie for all of the 19 years we’ve been here. In fact, Marie’s parents built our house which was one of the original farm houses on our street. She tells stories of walking the cows up our road to the high pasture. Our road… now with its double yellow line was a dirt road back then.
She and her husband eventually built the house next door for themselves, and she has lived on this street her entire life.
This year the happy Carolers knocked on our door to see if we might want to join them for a carol or two over at Marie’s house.
Since I was drunk… and wearing antlers at the time – I was more than happy to join in.
Tis’ the season folks.
They always make a point to visit our neighbor, Marie. We have been living next door to Marie for all of the 19 years we’ve been here. In fact, Marie’s parents built our house which was one of the original farm houses on our street. She tells stories of walking the cows up our road to the high pasture. Our road… now with its double yellow line was a dirt road back then.
She and her husband eventually built the house next door for themselves, and she has lived on this street her entire life.
This year the happy Carolers knocked on our door to see if we might want to join them for a carol or two over at Marie’s house.
Since I was drunk… and wearing antlers at the time – I was more than happy to join in.
Tis’ the season folks.
Friday, December 15, 2006
Friday
tip-o-day
If you have a cold - don't waste time on any other tissue - get Puffs with Lotion right from the start.
...and for a good nights sleep, take 3-4 Michelobs followed by 2 Nyquil.
zzz
If you have a cold - don't waste time on any other tissue - get Puffs with Lotion right from the start.
...and for a good nights sleep, take 3-4 Michelobs followed by 2 Nyquil.
zzz
Thursday, December 14, 2006
Taking one for the team
I am sick today.
I have a headcold, runny nose, stuffy achy thing... you know.
But I am here at work.
I came in today because there is a late luncheon followed by a happy hour for the Director of our department who is leaving the company. Far be it for me to miss free food and drink over a silly little cold.
When I emailed my concerned wife earlier this morning, I told her I was trying to decide whether or not to take cold medication to help me get through the day.
Her response:
Can you see why I love this woman. :)
I have a headcold, runny nose, stuffy achy thing... you know.
But I am here at work.
I came in today because there is a late luncheon followed by a happy hour for the Director of our department who is leaving the company. Far be it for me to miss free food and drink over a silly little cold.
When I emailed my concerned wife earlier this morning, I told her I was trying to decide whether or not to take cold medication to help me get through the day.
Her response:
"Four out of five doctors recommend Robitussin to enhance the therapeutic effect of Michelob lite."
Can you see why I love this woman. :)
Wednesday, December 13, 2006
Too many problems
There are too many blogger or blogger beta problems today to even bother to post.
Maybe later.
Maybe later.
Tuesday, December 12, 2006
Are you tired?
Because I am.
The odd thing is ...everyone I talk to today is tired.
What is up with that?
The odd thing is ...everyone I talk to today is tired.
What is up with that?
Monday, December 11, 2006
cut your own
As is common in New England, we cut our own Christmas tree.
(the finger is Ferris' way of showing endearment.)
I guard a candidate from other eager families as a reconnaissance team is sent out to scope other possiblities
The final selection.
The cut is complete.
Our men carry the tree.
Friday, December 08, 2006
Friday
tipsy-o-day
Today are our company holiday parties.
What I mean by that is my technical wife and I work for different companies and both parties are today.
Hers will be a luncheon, for employees only. Most likely with an amazing array of tasty delicasies. She works at a company where cooking and food preparation are a big part of some of the products they produce (there... that should be vague enough). Even their daily lunches in the company cafeteria are prepared by only the best of chefs. Their lunch menu reads like a 5 star restaurant. I would wager there will be a lovely selection of well aged wine as well. It's sure to be a exquisite event.
My company party is an evening dinner event held at a Country Club. The food will be of the so-so wedding catered variety. There will be a DJ and an open bar, and many will be dressed to the nines.
Today's tip (which is really for me) is to find that fine line between getting the most of the open bar, and remembering that it's a company sponsored event.
And since my wine-swilling wife will have a head start - should make for interesting dinner conversation with my boss.
Cheers!
Today are our company holiday parties.
What I mean by that is my technical wife and I work for different companies and both parties are today.
Hers will be a luncheon, for employees only. Most likely with an amazing array of tasty delicasies. She works at a company where cooking and food preparation are a big part of some of the products they produce (there... that should be vague enough). Even their daily lunches in the company cafeteria are prepared by only the best of chefs. Their lunch menu reads like a 5 star restaurant. I would wager there will be a lovely selection of well aged wine as well. It's sure to be a exquisite event.
My company party is an evening dinner event held at a Country Club. The food will be of the so-so wedding catered variety. There will be a DJ and an open bar, and many will be dressed to the nines.
Today's tip (which is really for me) is to find that fine line between getting the most of the open bar, and remembering that it's a company sponsored event.
And since my wine-swilling wife will have a head start - should make for interesting dinner conversation with my boss.
Cheers!
Wednesday, December 06, 2006
Scary scary night
Whew.
What a night.
Even tho we would be installing our new counters ourselves we decided a few days ago to have the plumbing done professionally. Sometimes that's just smarter.
That left us with simply installing the new counters on the base cabinets and tiling the backsplash... piece of cake for us - oh well... then there was the sink hole.
We would need to cut this ourselves into the beautiful new pristine counter.
Since the plumber was schedule to arrive first thing this morning to set the sink, we needed to finish our part last night.
Cutting the sink hole into our new formica counter seemed to be the scariest job we have taken on yet. And there is not much we don't take on. I suppose it was so scary because there is no room for error. A mistake means replacing the entire run.
No pressure.
Ah but, my patient wife and I are a crack remodling team. At each tenuous step we stopped - knocked back a shot...o -- no wait - that was at the end...
We literally put down the pencils and saws at every juncture to discuss various methods of execution. Gently tossing an idea around long enough to uncover possible failure points and adjust as necessary. If it weren't for these break points, the project could have easily ended in disaster.
After hours of such discussions, several erased pencil lines, some head scratching and a couple of snacks - we cut a successful sink hole!
Pics coming soon.
What a night.
Even tho we would be installing our new counters ourselves we decided a few days ago to have the plumbing done professionally. Sometimes that's just smarter.
That left us with simply installing the new counters on the base cabinets and tiling the backsplash... piece of cake for us - oh well... then there was the sink hole.
We would need to cut this ourselves into the beautiful new pristine counter.
Since the plumber was schedule to arrive first thing this morning to set the sink, we needed to finish our part last night.
Cutting the sink hole into our new formica counter seemed to be the scariest job we have taken on yet. And there is not much we don't take on. I suppose it was so scary because there is no room for error. A mistake means replacing the entire run.
No pressure.
Ah but, my patient wife and I are a crack remodling team. At each tenuous step we stopped - knocked back a shot...o -- no wait - that was at the end...
We literally put down the pencils and saws at every juncture to discuss various methods of execution. Gently tossing an idea around long enough to uncover possible failure points and adjust as necessary. If it weren't for these break points, the project could have easily ended in disaster.
After hours of such discussions, several erased pencil lines, some head scratching and a couple of snacks - we cut a successful sink hole!
Pics coming soon.
Tuesday, December 05, 2006
Blame it on the 80's
We have green kitchen counters.
And no one to blame but ourselves. We picked these out.
But hey… it was the 80’s.
When we did this back in the 80’s we actually liked them.
See this faucet?
New counters are currently being installed… by us.
Pictures to follow.
And no one to blame but ourselves. We picked these out.
But hey… it was the 80’s.
When we did this back in the 80’s we actually liked them.
See this faucet?
I bought this about two years ago because our old one was leaking and after replacing washers and cartridges I could not get it to stop.
I told my skeptical wife that I would buy the cheapest faucet I could find at Home Depot, because it was temporary. Well …that was two years ago. I suppose it depends on your definition of temporary.
The sink is chipped and irreversibly stained. I think it was the original with the house. When we had the hideous green counters installed we saved money by putting the old sink right back in.
Hey…have I mentioned it was the 80’s. Plus it was our first remodel and we were stupid - or quite possibly high.
Well it ain’t the 80’s anymore – time for a change. Its actually been time for a change for quite some time. We started picking out counter surfaces and colors about two years ago (around the time of my temporary faucet installation).
I told my skeptical wife that I would buy the cheapest faucet I could find at Home Depot, because it was temporary. Well …that was two years ago. I suppose it depends on your definition of temporary.
The sink is chipped and irreversibly stained. I think it was the original with the house. When we had the hideous green counters installed we saved money by putting the old sink right back in.
Hey…have I mentioned it was the 80’s. Plus it was our first remodel and we were stupid - or quite possibly high.
Well it ain’t the 80’s anymore – time for a change. Its actually been time for a change for quite some time. We started picking out counter surfaces and colors about two years ago (around the time of my temporary faucet installation).
It's taken us this long to make our final selections.
We selected a material and the color, made careful measurements (including scale drawings of course), and finally ordered the counters.
They were delivered this past weekend.
New counters are currently being installed… by us.
Pictures to follow.
Monday, December 04, 2006
Risen
Ferris has been ill.
He came home from school over Thanksgiving break in rough shape.
After some misdiagnosis - we finally found he had Mono and Strep.
Needless to say he has not been moving around much.
He came home again this past weekend with severly swollen tonsils and in a good bit of pain.
So they started him on Prednisone.
When he is not completly zonked in his room, you can find him on the sofa watching HiDef, his laptop resting on his chest, various drinks and snacks within arms reach on the coffee table.
He came home from school over Thanksgiving break in rough shape.
After some misdiagnosis - we finally found he had Mono and Strep.
Needless to say he has not been moving around much.
He came home again this past weekend with severly swollen tonsils and in a good bit of pain.
So they started him on Prednisone.
When he is not completly zonked in his room, you can find him on the sofa watching HiDef, his laptop resting on his chest, various drinks and snacks within arms reach on the coffee table.
Saturday morning he was in just this position, dozing occasionally, when we pulled in the driveway in my rugged wife's new-to-her Wrangler.
He rose like Lazarus, dressed himself, got behind the wheel ...we didn't see him for the rest of the afternoon.
A true Christmas miracle.
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