<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663863839622861089</id><updated>2012-02-09T19:56:08.185-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sheepishly Speaking..........</title><subtitle type='html'>Talking about spinning, knitting,  life and anything else that sparks the brain cells!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663863839622861089/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663863839622861089/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01650080322918612873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>178</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663863839622861089.post-7239935778397433967</id><published>2012-02-07T12:00:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-07T12:02:48.717-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Update.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;The socks are done! Didn't have to change the toes.&amp;nbsp; They still need to be washed.&amp;nbsp; And the earflap hat still needs to be hemmed and ties sewn on.&amp;nbsp; I'll get to it one of these days.&amp;nbsp; Yesterday I started a sweater with the blues.&amp;nbsp; Only a couple of inches done.&amp;nbsp; I think it'll turn out ok. I'm kind of winging it.&amp;nbsp; You know -- a little from this pattern, a little from that.&amp;nbsp; That's how I roll.&amp;nbsp; Of course, it had to be ripped out once already, just after the ribbing.&amp;nbsp; Pattern didn't seem quite right.&amp;nbsp; Let's hope it's the last rip-out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;OMG!!&amp;nbsp; "Castle"&amp;nbsp; did not disappoint!!&amp;nbsp; What a great show.&amp;nbsp; I wish they'd do more like that.&amp;nbsp; BH and I agree that should the show ever close (tears welling up),&amp;nbsp; Kate and Rick would be great at a series based on the old time&amp;nbsp; "Thin Man" movies (William Powell and Myrna Loy).&amp;nbsp; Anybody remember them?&amp;nbsp; Those were great movies; lots of one-liners; very funny.&amp;nbsp; Anywho, they would be perfect as Nick and Nora Charles! Imho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Putzing around today.&amp;nbsp; I haven't done any spinning in 3 days.&amp;nbsp; Just haven't had the spark.&amp;nbsp; Maybe tonight.&amp;nbsp; Nothing on the idiot box tonight for us.&amp;nbsp; Tomorrow is a run into WallyWorld.&amp;nbsp; I have come to &lt;u&gt;hate &lt;/u&gt;that store, but it's a necessary evil for a few things.&amp;nbsp; Just a few.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;You all have a great day.&amp;nbsp; Hope you get to do whatever it is you love to do.&amp;nbsp; Me -- I'm going back to my knitting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;P.S.&amp;nbsp; Lynn, check the replies on the last post.&amp;nbsp; I put the chicken wing recipe there for you.&amp;nbsp; I wish blogspot would let us post replies to replies back at the blogger instead of on our own reply box!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663863839622861089-7239935778397433967?l=sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/feeds/7239935778397433967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/2012/02/update.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663863839622861089/posts/default/7239935778397433967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663863839622861089/posts/default/7239935778397433967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/2012/02/update.html' title='Update.......'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01650080322918612873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663863839622861089.post-1290867464176937697</id><published>2012-02-06T10:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-06T10:07:30.086-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Checkin' In.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Not much to report.&amp;nbsp; Glad all the hoopla of the Super Bowl is over; glad the Giants won.&amp;nbsp; I'm not a football fan, but I will sit and watch with BH.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Yesterday was also my oldest's birthday.&amp;nbsp; 44 years old.&amp;nbsp; How the hell did that happen??&amp;nbsp; These kids keep getting older and I feel the same as 20 years ago (almost).&amp;nbsp; So we called in the morning to wish him a very happy birthday.&amp;nbsp; God, I miss him.&amp;nbsp; I'd pack and move back to NY in a..........NY........minute.&amp;nbsp; If I could.&amp;nbsp; I've missed a lot with him and the grandsons over the 20 years we've been here.&amp;nbsp; Lots of regrets; lots of guilt.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; But I digress.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Other son who lives nearby, never made it over yesterday.&amp;nbsp; He called Saturday night to say some kind of bug had him down.&amp;nbsp; Bummer.&amp;nbsp; But I went ahead and made the chicken wings and the chocolate cake anyway.&amp;nbsp; What the hell.&amp;nbsp; &lt;u&gt;We'll &lt;/u&gt;eat it!&amp;nbsp; The wings turned out great!&amp;nbsp; Maybe because for the first time, since I stopped deep-frying them, I &lt;u&gt;actually &lt;/u&gt;read the cooking instructions!&amp;nbsp; Who knew!&amp;nbsp; BH said they were excellent.&amp;nbsp; His complaint about wings is when they're too fatty and taste like they're not cooked all the way through.&amp;nbsp; But these were great.&amp;nbsp; Did I say they were great?&amp;nbsp; Sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;So we had a nice relaxing day.&amp;nbsp; And evening.&amp;nbsp; I did go watch the installment of "Downton Abbey".&amp;nbsp; What a great show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;A "head's up" if you're a "&lt;u&gt;Castle" &lt;/u&gt;fan ---- tonight's episode is going to be &lt;u&gt;the best! &lt;/u&gt;Apparantly, according to the commercial, it takes place in the '40's ('30's?).&amp;nbsp; They're all dressed in period costume; the boys are mobsters; Kate is the femme fatale; Castle is dressed like Sam Spade; his mom has platinum blonde hair and Alexis is dressed like she might be a nightclub songbird.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Hope you catch the show.&amp;nbsp; I know I can't wait!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Did I tell you I received the "Castle" collection of books he "wrote", for Christmas?&amp;nbsp; I'm on the second one.&amp;nbsp; They're a hoot!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Today we're back into the deep freeze.&amp;nbsp; So.&amp;nbsp; Not doing much today.&amp;nbsp; I finished the socks (can I get an "Amen"!!!).&amp;nbsp; But not so fast.&amp;nbsp; Somehow, the toe on this one doesn't look like the other.&amp;nbsp; I may have to rip. and. start. it. over.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Crap!!&amp;nbsp; I'm backing off from sewing the toe and see what the final verdict is.&amp;nbsp; I shouldn't do that.&amp;nbsp; I should just get right at it.&amp;nbsp; Yeah.&amp;nbsp; Maybe.&amp;nbsp; Today.&amp;nbsp; Sometime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Well, hope you're all enjoying a peaceful, productive day with beautiful weather for all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TTTlJZgaZMk/Ty_6nXHGvLI/AAAAAAAAATw/sYC5_KJlf2U/s1600/If+the+only+prayer.........gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TTTlJZgaZMk/Ty_6nXHGvLI/AAAAAAAAATw/sYC5_KJlf2U/s1600/If+the+only+prayer.........gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663863839622861089-1290867464176937697?l=sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/feeds/1290867464176937697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/2012/02/just-checkin-in.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663863839622861089/posts/default/1290867464176937697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663863839622861089/posts/default/1290867464176937697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/2012/02/just-checkin-in.html' title='Just Checkin&apos; In.......'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01650080322918612873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TTTlJZgaZMk/Ty_6nXHGvLI/AAAAAAAAATw/sYC5_KJlf2U/s72-c/If+the+only+prayer.........gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663863839622861089.post-7665542375490843302</id><published>2012-02-03T10:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T10:05:57.456-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Is It Too Early to Start Spring Cleaning??..........</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Wow!&amp;nbsp; This weather!!&amp;nbsp; It's starting to get to me.&amp;nbsp; I'm getting all giddy; itching to get out the scrub bucket and the gallon of Mr. Clean.&amp;nbsp; I want to paint; scrape old wall paper; put up new wall paper; change the colors of the bathroom towels;&amp;nbsp;the family room curtains and shears need to be taken&amp;nbsp;down and washed; the windows need to be washed. &amp;nbsp;I want to quilt, sew, spin, knit.&amp;nbsp; I want to sing.....dance.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;(slaps face couple of times....) Wake Up!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;It's the beginning of February, for crype's sake.&amp;nbsp; What is wrong with me!&amp;nbsp; But this weather has been totally awesome!&amp;nbsp; I found the name of a yarn shop on Ravelry.&amp;nbsp; So asked BH if he would like to take a day trip maybe next week to check it out.&amp;nbsp; Why, yes.&amp;nbsp; He would.&amp;nbsp; So this is penciled in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;That's one thing I love about him.&amp;nbsp; Though I can count on one hand the number of times I've gone fishing with him, he's always up for a wool festival or a new fiber shop.&amp;nbsp; Or my need to purchase such and related paraphenalia at any given moment.&amp;nbsp; Kind of sounds......like....an.....enabler!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Ehhhh.....yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;In other news, of course you all know that this is Super Bowl weekend. Yippee! (sarcasm)&amp;nbsp; So son who lives nearby will be coming over for the game.&amp;nbsp; This is a tradition.&amp;nbsp; Pizza and Buffalo wings; chips and dip; nachos and cheese sauce; other assorted snack foods; and Chocolate Layer cake.&amp;nbsp; That's my favorite.&amp;nbsp; And while I make myself busy cooking, serving and cleaning up, my evening agenda also includes watching the next installment of "Downton Abbey" on PBS.&amp;nbsp; What a great series!&amp;nbsp; Both BH and I have been hooked on it beginning with Season 1.&amp;nbsp; But of course, this Sunday there is something that will supercede our evening --- for him, anyway.&amp;nbsp; Thank goodness we have 2 TV's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I was rummaging through my bobbin tote the other day and lawdy!! I found 3 full bobbins and 3 half-full.&amp;nbsp; Navy blue and medium blue.&amp;nbsp; I was thinking of plying each color with the white now being spun, but thought the better of it.&amp;nbsp; I am spinning the white for an intended project.&amp;nbsp; So, 2 bobbins of med. blue and 1 of navy it shall be.&amp;nbsp; What a find!!&amp;nbsp; And when they're done, it'll free up 6 more bobbins.&amp;nbsp; Funny.&amp;nbsp; Because on the last plying project, I was wondering where the hell all my bobbins went to!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Update on the mint green sock.......I have one more pattern repeat before starting the toe.&amp;nbsp; Good grief!!&amp;nbsp; It seems everytime I count the repeats, there's one more that needs to be done.&amp;nbsp; I'll be so happy when these are finally done!!&amp;nbsp; It seems like it's taking forever.&amp;nbsp; Maybe that's because I discovered that there are 2 other mint green pairs in the stash.&amp;nbsp; It kind of disenchanted me; took the spark out of knitting a pair of socks.&amp;nbsp; C'est le vie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Well, I suppose I should get back to the spinning.&amp;nbsp; I decided to add irridescent Firestar to the white for the next couple of bobbins.&amp;nbsp; I &lt;u&gt;love &lt;/u&gt;sparkle and glitz!!&amp;nbsp; Especially when it's the only sparkle and glitz&amp;nbsp;going for me right now.&amp;nbsp; Ya gotta take it where ya find it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wnG8PVVzDNk/TywFnighydI/AAAAAAAAATo/iuyRndplg90/s1600/Penguins.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="286" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wnG8PVVzDNk/TywFnighydI/AAAAAAAAATo/iuyRndplg90/s320/Penguins.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663863839622861089-7665542375490843302?l=sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/feeds/7665542375490843302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/2012/02/is-it-too-early-to-start-spring.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663863839622861089/posts/default/7665542375490843302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663863839622861089/posts/default/7665542375490843302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/2012/02/is-it-too-early-to-start-spring.html' title='Is It Too Early to Start Spring Cleaning??..........'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01650080322918612873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wnG8PVVzDNk/TywFnighydI/AAAAAAAAATo/iuyRndplg90/s72-c/Penguins.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663863839622861089.post-6967094389039392002</id><published>2012-01-24T11:35:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T11:38:00.684-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy, Busy, Busy...........</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;So, we made it through the Arctic blast last week.&amp;nbsp; Only had water pipes freeze once. That's a plus.&amp;nbsp; Got our first real snow yesterday - roughly 4".&amp;nbsp; It looked like a real storm coming, but tapered off by lunch time.&amp;nbsp; We're supposed to get into the mid/high 30's later this week.&amp;nbsp; Hopefully it'll all melt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;BH decided he was going to get "back on the horse" today.&amp;nbsp; After taking all last week off, he's out doing chores and catching up.&amp;nbsp; Though I don't believe he's cutting wood for a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Been at the spinning wheel almost every morning.&amp;nbsp; I skeined, washed and "caked" the 8 1/2 bobbins of the painted/blue/copper yarn.&amp;nbsp; Ooohhhh, I'm thinking "sweater"!&amp;nbsp; Or at least a vest.&amp;nbsp; Anywho, I'm trying to finish up the mate to the pale green sock.&amp;nbsp; Going e-v-e-r s-o&amp;nbsp; s-l-o-w-l-y.&amp;nbsp; Crap.&amp;nbsp; But just keep plugging away, right?&amp;nbsp; Right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Well, we achieved one of our New Year's resolutions and are working on another.&amp;nbsp; We opened a savings account!!&amp;nbsp; Our first!!&amp;nbsp; A &lt;u&gt;real &lt;/u&gt;savings account.&amp;nbsp; Just for me!!&amp;nbsp; For my -- ahem -- widowhood.&amp;nbsp; Not to be touched.&amp;nbsp; Never.&amp;nbsp; Ever.&amp;nbsp; Till the time comes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;We also have a new budget in place.&amp;nbsp; We have a goal to pay off some debts in the next few years.&amp;nbsp; BH wants us to be "debtless" before anything happens to him.&amp;nbsp; So we are going to become "misers"!!&amp;nbsp; We're going to be smart.&amp;nbsp; We're going to be frugal.&amp;nbsp; We're going to "simplify" and "scale down" our life.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Ok.&amp;nbsp; I'm game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;And --- we quit smoking.&amp;nbsp; Yes.&amp;nbsp; I know.&amp;nbsp; Hey, quitting is easy ---- we've done it 6 times!&amp;nbsp; So, we'll see how long this lasts.&amp;nbsp; But &lt;u&gt;I'm &lt;/u&gt;determined.&amp;nbsp; Being that we're now both retired, collecting &lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Social Security, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I don't intend on spending any more money on my one and only bad habit.&amp;nbsp; &lt;u&gt;Not MY money!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Adding to the savings account should give me a lot of incentive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;As part of our new budget, we've also decided on grocery shopping once a month.&amp;nbsp; Stocking up.&amp;nbsp; Of course, there will be another gallon of milk, loaf of bread or other perishables to be gotten, but the bulk will be done.&amp;nbsp; And &lt;u&gt;no more looking &lt;/u&gt;at the shopping ads every week!&amp;nbsp; I'm a sucker for grocery sales!&amp;nbsp; No more.&amp;nbsp; Done.&amp;nbsp; I hope this works.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;We've also informed the kids that we will not be taking any unnecessary trips - i.e: meeting half way (80 miles - one way!) to pick up grandchildren to take home or delivering something you forgot.&amp;nbsp; We can no longer afford the gas money!&amp;nbsp; Hey, if they can't (which is what we hear often), then neither can we.&amp;nbsp; We are on a fixed income!!&amp;nbsp; (This was my mother's mantra for everything!&amp;nbsp; "No, I can't; we're on a &lt;u&gt;fixed income"&lt;/u&gt;!.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; That, and "I can say that if I want to; I'm a senior citizen!")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I've been trying to keep up with things around the house, keeping every thing neat and tidy.&amp;nbsp; Doing some extra laundry; washing curtains, blankets and such that smell of smoke.&amp;nbsp; Getting rid of as much of&amp;nbsp;it as possible.&amp;nbsp; Hopefully, if the weather co-operates, I can open some windows this weekend.&amp;nbsp; That will definitely help!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Not bad for the first month of the year if I do say so myself! (God grant me the wisdom and strength to make it through the next 11 months!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WyPzgqHPopk/Tx7rxCI1VQI/AAAAAAAAATg/ZmWTjmMedHw/s1600/Due+to+recent+budget+cuts.......jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WyPzgqHPopk/Tx7rxCI1VQI/AAAAAAAAATg/ZmWTjmMedHw/s1600/Due+to+recent+budget+cuts.......jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663863839622861089-6967094389039392002?l=sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/feeds/6967094389039392002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/2012/01/busy-busy-busy.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663863839622861089/posts/default/6967094389039392002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663863839622861089/posts/default/6967094389039392002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/2012/01/busy-busy-busy.html' title='Busy, Busy, Busy...........'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01650080322918612873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WyPzgqHPopk/Tx7rxCI1VQI/AAAAAAAAATg/ZmWTjmMedHw/s72-c/Due+to+recent+budget+cuts.......jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663863839622861089.post-6939805561215573681</id><published>2012-01-19T06:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T06:23:44.006-06:00</updated><title type='text'>So You Want to Live in the Country.........</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;So, I woke up at 3:15am, bathroom call.&amp;nbsp; Oh geezz, better check the water faucets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Yep.&amp;nbsp; Frozen.&amp;nbsp; Only have cold water in the kitchen; the bathroom pipes and kitchen hot water are frozen.&amp;nbsp; Get out the hair dryer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;There is a specific spot in the pipeline, an elbow to be exact, that goes from the main line to the hot water tank.&amp;nbsp; This is where it freezes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;So I worked on it for 45 minutes.&amp;nbsp; Got a bit of a trickle from tub and sink.&amp;nbsp; And then the sink stopped trickling.&amp;nbsp; 15 minutes more; nothing.&amp;nbsp; Time to wake BH.&amp;nbsp; See, this is not my field of expertise.&amp;nbsp; I've only defrosted water pipes once before.&amp;nbsp; But it's not working this time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;BH gets up and takes over.&amp;nbsp; Tries for another 45 minutes.&amp;nbsp; Nope.&amp;nbsp; He's gonna have to get into the closet - to get to the other closet - where the water heater is.&amp;nbsp; I have to clean out the first closet.&amp;nbsp; Boxes, bags, totes, ironing board, telescope -- oh yeah, a real production.&amp;nbsp; After another 1/2 hour, success!&amp;nbsp; Running water!&amp;nbsp; Now to keep it running throughout the day.&amp;nbsp; This will be a challenge.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;It is -17 with a windchill of -35.&amp;nbsp; Not to get much better today.&amp;nbsp; Zero degrees for a high, -14 tonight.&amp;nbsp; Through my studies over these 20 years we've been here, I have found that the magic number is -12.&amp;nbsp; At -12 air temp, the pipes will freeze.&amp;nbsp; Not -10; nor -11.&amp;nbsp; But -12.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;We were going to stay up all night last night.&amp;nbsp; Or at least take shifts.&amp;nbsp; But by 12:30, neither of us could keep our eyes open any longer.&amp;nbsp; Threw caution to the wind and went to bed.&amp;nbsp; That won't happen tonight.&amp;nbsp; We'll have to take numerous naps today to prepare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;There is another stickler.&amp;nbsp; Because we have no snow on the ground for insulation, there's a good chance the septic pipe is frozen.&amp;nbsp; This is found out while taking a shower.&amp;nbsp; And the bath tub starts filling up with water.&amp;nbsp; Yeah.&amp;nbsp; Frozen septic.&amp;nbsp; We do have the pipeline covered with hay.&amp;nbsp; As a matter of fact, BH really loaded the hay on this year, more than ever.&amp;nbsp; Hopefully that will prolong the freezing effect.&amp;nbsp; We'll see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Thankfully this blast of arctic air is only supposed to last another day.&amp;nbsp; Then it will be single digits above zero at night.&amp;nbsp; We'll be safe.&amp;nbsp; And pray there won't be any more nights like this.&amp;nbsp; But there will be.&amp;nbsp; We still have February.&amp;nbsp; The first 2 weeks have always been frigid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I remember one year we had 2 weeks straight that it never got above 0 degrees for a daytime high.&amp;nbsp; &lt;u&gt;2 weeks straight!&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp; I don't know how we did it because we didn't have all the new fangled heaters like we do now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Speaking of which, I suggested to BH that we put the smaller "SunTwin" quartz heater in the closet to keep the pipes warm.&amp;nbsp;It's one of those heaters that cost an arm and a leg, that you can let your child sit on top of because it doesn't get hot; no heating element, just a quartz something or other that warms the air in the room and blows it back out; know what I mean?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;There's plenty of air circulation,&amp;nbsp;the closet is&amp;nbsp;open, the water heater closet is open.&amp;nbsp; So that's what I did.&amp;nbsp; We'll see how that works.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I'm on the second pot of coffee; BH is napping in the recliner.&amp;nbsp; I might spin or knit for a while.&amp;nbsp; But I don't know, my eyes are getting very heavy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I pray we have an early Spring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663863839622861089-6939805561215573681?l=sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/feeds/6939805561215573681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/2012/01/so-you-want-to-live-in-country.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663863839622861089/posts/default/6939805561215573681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663863839622861089/posts/default/6939805561215573681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/2012/01/so-you-want-to-live-in-country.html' title='So You Want to Live in the Country.........'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01650080322918612873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663863839622861089.post-911485499676159956</id><published>2012-01-13T07:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T07:31:38.046-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What Is Up With This?............</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;It's been kind of a quiet week here.&amp;nbsp; Went to daughter's on Monday. We undecorated her apartment of Christmas and went shopping for a new recliner and pair of sneakers.&amp;nbsp; Had dinner - she made a great goulash ("hot dish" in Minnesota).&amp;nbsp; And then I proceeded to change her living room furniture around to accomodate the new recliner to be delivered this Saturday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Tuesday was a dentist's appointment for me.&amp;nbsp; Yikes - he found a small cavity, so another appointment is required.&amp;nbsp; Next Friday.&amp;nbsp; So goes my idea that all my obligations have been met as of 2 days ago.&amp;nbsp; It's always something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Got the pictures of the little electric "wood" stove.&amp;nbsp; I wish the flames would've shown up better, but it is what it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_WmULont9PQ/TxAst72t5sI/AAAAAAAAAS4/xJhUZyfGGLg/s1600/DSCN3022.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_WmULont9PQ/TxAst72t5sI/AAAAAAAAAS4/xJhUZyfGGLg/s320/DSCN3022.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2PbKbBq7jlo/TxAsxEfIvfI/AAAAAAAAATA/ytXu_Y3Ycfc/s1600/DSCN3023.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2PbKbBq7jlo/TxAsxEfIvfI/AAAAAAAAATA/ytXu_Y3Ycfc/s320/DSCN3023.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PYFJvBFx04I/TxAszS8eb2I/AAAAAAAAATI/XTlOH7NcMDQ/s1600/DSCN3024.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PYFJvBFx04I/TxAszS8eb2I/AAAAAAAAATI/XTlOH7NcMDQ/s320/DSCN3024.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;It's the cutest thing! Love it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Yeah.&amp;nbsp; See that discoloration on the bottom of the door?&amp;nbsp; There was a "Caution" sticker there.&amp;nbsp; A sticker that &lt;u&gt;did not come off!&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp; I wetted it, used cooking spray (which usually dissolves the glue) and isopropyl alcohol.&amp;nbsp; Nothing.&amp;nbsp; Along with scraping it with a plastic knife.&amp;nbsp; To which the sticker just shredded in teeny tiny little pieces. No hunking piece to grab and pull off.&amp;nbsp; Well, anyway, I didn't want to risk scratching the paint, so this is as good as it gets.&amp;nbsp; What the hell was up with that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I am &lt;u&gt;still&amp;nbsp; &lt;/u&gt;plying the painted/blue/copper singles.&amp;nbsp; Yep.&amp;nbsp; Still. Plying.&amp;nbsp; I don't know what is going on here, but I will be starting the &lt;u&gt;9th bobbin &lt;/u&gt;.&amp;nbsp; 9th bobbin.&amp;nbsp; Of 4 ounces of painted Targhee along with the other 2 colors.&amp;nbsp; And the other 8 bobbins are &lt;u&gt;full!&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp; I try to get as much on a bobbin as I possibly can.&amp;nbsp; There's gotta be at least 3 1/2 oz. plied yarn on each.&amp;nbsp; I feel like I'm in the middle of the "Groundhog" movie!&amp;nbsp; It's never going to end!!&amp;nbsp; Aaarrrggghhhh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;So to settle my nerves, I pulled out a batt of BFL.&amp;nbsp; White.&amp;nbsp; For the sweater.&amp;nbsp; Of which the aforementioned yarn will be the colorwork for the yoke.&amp;nbsp; Hell, I could switch it around and use the aforementioned yarn as the &lt;u&gt;sweater, &lt;/u&gt;and do the yoke in white patterning!&amp;nbsp; Crap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-03eYe5dl3Kw/TxAwagpCnaI/AAAAAAAAATQ/2lsfRS5njQs/s1600/DSCN3025.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-03eYe5dl3Kw/TxAwagpCnaI/AAAAAAAAATQ/2lsfRS5njQs/s320/DSCN3025.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KcV2z6KAbRc/TxAwdVkHeBI/AAAAAAAAATY/RsdEE8KRSNU/s1600/DSCN3026.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KcV2z6KAbRc/TxAwdVkHeBI/AAAAAAAAATY/RsdEE8KRSNU/s320/DSCN3026.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Anyway, I have rediscovered that I am not a fan of batts.&amp;nbsp; Great.&amp;nbsp; There are 2 more sizeable ones in the storage totes.&amp;nbsp; I don't like unrolling them, dividing, stripping or spinning.&amp;nbsp; Too hard to keep the drafting consistency going with strips of batt.&amp;nbsp; Haven't spun a batt in a few years.&amp;nbsp; How easily we forget that which we are not fond of and swear never to do again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;But, I just started on it, gave it a half hour.&amp;nbsp; So I'm sure once the dreaded 3 ply is done (soon??), and I can concentrate on spinning this mountain of fluff, it'll all come back to me.&amp;nbsp; Everything will smooth itself out and be easy peezy. (hahahahaha!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Now onto some much needed housework.&amp;nbsp; And then -- tackling these never ending yarns and fibers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663863839622861089-911485499676159956?l=sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/feeds/911485499676159956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/2012/01/what-is-up-with-this.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663863839622861089/posts/default/911485499676159956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663863839622861089/posts/default/911485499676159956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/2012/01/what-is-up-with-this.html' title='What Is Up With This?............'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01650080322918612873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_WmULont9PQ/TxAst72t5sI/AAAAAAAAAS4/xJhUZyfGGLg/s72-c/DSCN3022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663863839622861089.post-4829774424062666755</id><published>2012-01-08T07:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T07:12:56.986-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Aaarrgggghhhh............</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Ok.&amp;nbsp; The first 6 days went well.&amp;nbsp; I did get that folding 4 ft. table at the store.&amp;nbsp;Destined to be&amp;nbsp;a sewing table.&amp;nbsp; However, it was not on sale.&amp;nbsp; We see the sign on the store shelf "Was $39.99 Now $29.99". I've got the sale paper in my hands.&amp;nbsp; I tell BH "No. That's wrong. It's $19.99; we'll take it".&amp;nbsp; Up to the register.&amp;nbsp; Gal rings it up along with 4 cans of coffee, also on sale - $8.00 each; Folger's; French Roast.&amp;nbsp; "The table &lt;u&gt;did &lt;/u&gt;ring up as $19.99, right?"&amp;nbsp; She looks at the register tape.&amp;nbsp; "No. It's $29.99".&amp;nbsp; "That's not right" says I, showing her the sale paper.&amp;nbsp; She immediately points to the top of the page, "that sale was for Dec. 31 and Jan. 1 only, see?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Oh Crap!!!&amp;nbsp; Yes.&amp;nbsp; I see it.&amp;nbsp; "Did you still want it, or....?"&amp;nbsp; "No, no.&amp;nbsp; I'll take it".&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Crap again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Friday I woke with severe pains through my hips and pelvis again.&amp;nbsp; Damn!&amp;nbsp; What the hell did I do now??&amp;nbsp; My mind goes through the events of the last couple days.&amp;nbsp; I did not lift anything heavy.&amp;nbsp; I did not twist my body in any contorntionist pose.&amp;nbsp; What is this all about?&amp;nbsp; Anywho, I'm still trying to recover from this episode.&amp;nbsp; Which brings my spinning time to a limited amount.&amp;nbsp; Sitting too long only aggravates the situation.&amp;nbsp; Crap!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;During that limited time, I'm trying to finish plying the painted Targhee with the navy blue Merino and copper generic wool.&amp;nbsp; The Targhee is the key because I had only 8 oz. of it.&amp;nbsp; So I spin 2 bobbins of that; 3 bobbins each of blue and copper.&amp;nbsp; I want to make sure that there's enough to insure all the Targhee will be plied.&amp;nbsp; On to the third bobbin of copper and blue.&amp;nbsp; Wait.&amp;nbsp; There is no 3rd bobbin of copper.&amp;nbsp; Wait a minute.....I'm sure there was a third.&amp;nbsp; Looking all over.&amp;nbsp; Check the other wheels.&amp;nbsp; No.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Check the storage tote.&amp;nbsp; No.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Aaarrrggghhh!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I never got the 3rd bobbin done because.......Christmas came.&amp;nbsp; All spinning had to be set aside.&amp;nbsp; Hidden from view.&amp;nbsp; Put on hold for the Holiday season.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Crap.&amp;nbsp; I have about 2 ounces of Targhee left to ply.&amp;nbsp; But I have to finish the bobbin of copper in order to continue.&amp;nbsp; Crap!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;This puts a damper on my mood because I was sooo looking forward to pulling out the oatmeal colored batt and start spinning.&amp;nbsp; All of this is envisioned to be a sweater.&amp;nbsp; Oatmeal body with Norwegian patterning on the yoke in the painted/blue/copper yarn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;On the plus side, I did put a new socket on daughter's lamp; gathered up all the stuff to take to her place; re-organized the Christmas wrap/boxes/bows/etc. into a much larger storage tote and pulled out some acrylic (ack;ack;ack) yarn for future dil's slipper boots.&amp;nbsp; She informed me at Christmas time that she &lt;u&gt;loves &lt;/u&gt;them; wears them all the time; in fact, one pair is worn through on the bottom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Really?&amp;nbsp; Funny.&amp;nbsp; I never saw them anywhere when we stayed with you for 5 days this past summer.&amp;nbsp; Not to mention that you never said anything more about them after receiving the 2 pair last Christmas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Oh well.......I will make her 2 new pair and send them off.&amp;nbsp; Who am I to judge...........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Well, I gotta get off this chair and get into the recliner.&amp;nbsp; So I can........recline.&amp;nbsp; For my hips.&amp;nbsp; Sorry.&amp;nbsp; Tomorrow I want to tell you a couple of stories from "Crazy Town - The Disfunctional Family".&amp;nbsp; Also post the pictures of the "faux" wood stove.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Have a great, restful day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663863839622861089-4829774424062666755?l=sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/feeds/4829774424062666755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/2012/01/aaarrgggghhhh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663863839622861089/posts/default/4829774424062666755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663863839622861089/posts/default/4829774424062666755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/2012/01/aaarrgggghhhh.html' title='Aaarrgggghhhh............'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01650080322918612873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663863839622861089.post-2887039247911436560</id><published>2012-01-06T11:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T11:06:11.889-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Organize!.....Organize!.......Organize!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;No.&amp;nbsp; This isn't an "OWS" mantra; it isn't a "Unionize" chant.&amp;nbsp; At least not here.&amp;nbsp; Not at this moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;There was a post here this week(?) about how everything was put back to normal in the house; Christmas just a memory now.&amp;nbsp; Back to our regular lives.&amp;nbsp; Spinning and knitting&amp;nbsp;on the daily&amp;nbsp;schedule.&amp;nbsp; Two more obligations -- one with daughter, the other with the dentist.&amp;nbsp; Then we're free.&amp;nbsp; Time to hibernate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;But....it seems some things have reared their ugly heads; a "fly in the ointment", if you will.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Inside my head, the movie "Goodfellas" is playing.&amp;nbsp; The scene with Joe Pesci in the restaurant,&amp;nbsp;ranting&amp;nbsp;at Ray Liotta.&amp;nbsp; Except the dialogue has changed just a little, it's myself talking to my brain.&amp;nbsp; It goes something like this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;"Do I amuse you?&amp;nbsp; Do you think I'm done here?&amp;nbsp; You think everything's hunkey dorey, that I'm going&amp;nbsp;into hibernation now?&amp;nbsp; Do I look like a clown to you?&amp;nbsp; Do you think you can fool me with a clean house, bills paid, groceries in stock?&amp;nbsp; You think I got nothin' better to do??..................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Get the picture?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;While buzzing around the house doing this and that, I notice "wow, I never did re-glue those loose tiles in the kitchen"; "oh geezz, I need to re-glue that stripping around the tile behind the woodstove".&amp;nbsp; "Oh crap! How did that scratch get on the door frame?"&amp;nbsp; "Yeah, I should really touch up the chipped paint on the cupboard frames".&amp;nbsp; "Oh man! Those closet drapes need to be washed again".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;And on it goes.&amp;nbsp; So, to the "list".&amp;nbsp; Make a note of all that has caught my eye this past week.&amp;nbsp; I'm sure there'll be more as the days go on.&amp;nbsp; Then get started next week.&amp;nbsp; "Git 'er done!!" has become my slogan, spoken aloud to BH for a while now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;We went shopping yesterday.&amp;nbsp; Some for BH's wish list using the gift cards; a lot for household items that have been put on the back burner through the Holidays.&amp;nbsp; Got it all.&amp;nbsp; And bonus........we picked up an electric heater that resembles a little wood stove!!&amp;nbsp; Complete with fake logs that light up like burning embers and fake flames dancing in the background.&amp;nbsp; &lt;u&gt;L.o.v.e&amp;nbsp; I.t!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp; So we set it up in the dining room.&amp;nbsp; One of these days I'll post a picture of it here (gotta put that on the "list).&amp;nbsp; This was not a totally impromptu purchase.&amp;nbsp; We have been talking about getting another heater for one of the rooms.&amp;nbsp; (Remember....we live in a mobile home with a huge addition and heat with the wood stove.&amp;nbsp; Which sometimes just doesn't cut it).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;So, with the electric "wood stove" in the dining room, the quartz floor heater in the kitchen and one in the spare bedroom, we're ready for our Minnesota winter.&amp;nbsp; Which is out there somewhere.&amp;nbsp; And will probably show up with a vengence any day now.&amp;nbsp; Hasn't been around yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I just finished balling (caking??) 7 skeins of yarn.&amp;nbsp; There are 5 recently plyed bobbins waiting.&amp;nbsp; Still working on finishing up that color - 1 1/2 more bobbins to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;No knitting as yet.&amp;nbsp; Just don't feel it right now.&amp;nbsp; There is the mate to the pastel green sock that was completed before Christmas that still needs to be started.&amp;nbsp; And, of course, have not finished off the Laplander hat.&amp;nbsp; But it's on the "list".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Today's schedule includes re-organizing the tote with the Christmas wrap/boxes into a bigger one;&amp;nbsp; replacing the socket in daughter's bedroom lamp, so I can get it back to her; and loading up the car with all the paraphenalia that needs to go to her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Oops.&amp;nbsp; And there's a load of laundry in the dryer to be folded.&amp;nbsp; Laundry is always on my "mental list" vs. the written one.&amp;nbsp; Ehhh, maybe that's why it sits in the dryer for a couple of days until my little brain chucks that job to the front of the "list".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663863839622861089-2887039247911436560?l=sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/feeds/2887039247911436560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/2012/01/organizeorganizeorganize.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663863839622861089/posts/default/2887039247911436560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663863839622861089/posts/default/2887039247911436560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/2012/01/organizeorganizeorganize.html' title='Organize!.....Organize!.......Organize!'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01650080322918612873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663863839622861089.post-7495075903646853679</id><published>2012-01-04T07:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T07:44:16.270-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Year....New Goals......New Dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;A very Happy New Year to you all!&amp;nbsp; Hope it's off to a positive start.&amp;nbsp; Been busy around here for the last week.&amp;nbsp; Had a quiet New Year's Eve, just BH and me.&amp;nbsp; New Year's Day the same; made a nice dinner of&amp;nbsp; Filet Mignon (thank you son in NY!), shrimp cocktail, baked potato, broccoli and garlic rolls.&amp;nbsp; Yummy!!&amp;nbsp; Son in NY sent us a box from Omaha Steaks.&amp;nbsp; Lots of great meats and treats!&amp;nbsp; Love it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Well then it was on to getting back to reality.&amp;nbsp; Paid bills on Monday and started undressing the house and tree.&amp;nbsp; Of course, with this, you know there's cleaning to be done.&amp;nbsp; Packing away all the decorations, gathering up all the boxes, papers, gifts, etc.&amp;nbsp; A place for everything and everything in it's place!&amp;nbsp; The dusting, vacuuming and a few extra loads of laundry.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Finally everything is done; we're back to normal -- like it never happened.&amp;nbsp; Except when I pay the bills.&amp;nbsp; Then I realize that it did, &lt;u&gt;indeed, &lt;/u&gt;happen!&amp;nbsp; Yikes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Anywho, it's over.&amp;nbsp; A new year has begun.&amp;nbsp; As well as thoughts and plans of things to come.&amp;nbsp; I'm back to spinning.&amp;nbsp; Working on the 5th bobbin, plying.&amp;nbsp;Sunday I skeined and washed 7 bobbins of a medium blue yarn.&amp;nbsp; Last weekend I finished the&amp;nbsp;color-stranded earflap hat (I call them Laplander hats).&amp;nbsp; Still have to turn the hem, attach the I-cords and give it a wash.&amp;nbsp;Thinking about what to spin next; what to knit next; maybe bring out all the dyeing equipment.&amp;nbsp; Hankering to do some dyeing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;But all this will have to wait till next week.&amp;nbsp; Going to daughter's on Monday to undress her apartment.&amp;nbsp; Then shopping for a new recliner for her, as well as new sneakers.&amp;nbsp; I'll be staying overnight there because of a dentist's appointment on Tuesday.&amp;nbsp; The office is halfway between her place and ours.&amp;nbsp; We always try to consolidate our trips to minimize gasoline usage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Tomorrow we're going shopping -- to spend our gift money!!&amp;nbsp; Woohoo!!&amp;nbsp; And wouldn't ya know it ---- our little big box store has the folding table on sale this week.&amp;nbsp; Oh, it's been on sale a few times before Christmas, but I just couldn't bring myself to spend the money at that time.&amp;nbsp; It's a 4 ft. long resin, legs folding flat under it.&amp;nbsp; Perfect for my new sewing table.&amp;nbsp; Can't wait to get it set up and get started on some projects for next year.&amp;nbsp; Quilts to be exact.&amp;nbsp; I'm itching to quilt again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;BH had a couple of things he wants/needs.&amp;nbsp; A couple of trickle chargers for the vehicles.&amp;nbsp; Hopefully to keep the batteries from going dead when it's -20 degrees.&amp;nbsp; We're gonna give it a try anyway.&amp;nbsp; Neither vehicle has a "plug-in".&amp;nbsp; If you don't know about this, find someone from Minnesota, South or North Dakota and ask them.&amp;nbsp; You'll be awakened to a ritual you probably never knew existed -- an be very, very grateful you live in a temperate climate!!&amp;nbsp; Oh yeah.&amp;nbsp; It's quite the ordeal.&amp;nbsp; If you do live in the tundra regions, I can see you shaking your head "yep" and rolling your eyes.&amp;nbsp; You know what I'm talking about!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;This has been a weird winter so far.&amp;nbsp; Weird and wonderful!&amp;nbsp; Just enough snow to cover the ground; cold enough to freeze that snow and make it treacherous for walking and oh so cozy in the house with the wood stove running 24/7.&amp;nbsp; Temps keep fluctuating from cold to moderate.&amp;nbsp; Hey, 40 degrees predicted for tomorrow!&amp;nbsp; High 30's through the weekend.&amp;nbsp; &lt;u&gt;I'll take it!!&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp; It can stay like this for the next 3 months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;So my goals for this year, as of today, are such:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;1.&amp;nbsp; To spin the wool and knit &lt;u&gt;3 &lt;/u&gt;sweaters - cardigans because they get more use than pullovers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;2.&amp;nbsp; At least 2 of these sweaters will have color stranding across the yoke. You know, like Norwegian sweaters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;3.&amp;nbsp; Make a quilt for everyone.&amp;nbsp;That's 2 couples, 2 singles and 2 grandsons.&amp;nbsp; That makes.....6...quilts.&amp;nbsp; They don't have to be "bed" size.&amp;nbsp; "Lap" size works well too.&amp;nbsp; (see, already I leave myself an "out" to keep the momentum going).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;4.&amp;nbsp; To spin at least 1 complete batt and one of the storage containers full of wool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;5.&amp;nbsp; &lt;u&gt;To paint the family room.&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp; Yep.&amp;nbsp; I've been trying to get this done for over a year.&amp;nbsp; Always a plan.&amp;nbsp; Never a completed job.&amp;nbsp; But this year......&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; .&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I told BH the other day that I want to get this done in March so when Spring and Summer come, I'm not holed up in the house rather than being outside or traveling.&amp;nbsp; Good plan, eh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;6.&amp;nbsp; Also want to rip off the wallpaper and border in the hallway and re-paper, border and paint it.&amp;nbsp; Want to do the&amp;nbsp; wallpaper that looks like plaster designs; you can paint over it.&amp;nbsp; We did&amp;nbsp; this in the bathroom and it turned out very nice.&amp;nbsp; The current paper in the hallway&amp;nbsp;is on the upper half of the wall only, then the border, then the bottom of the walls are painted.&amp;nbsp; Will do the same with new paper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;7.&amp;nbsp; Clean out the old farmhouse; organize stuff for a yard sale (or many); get rid of all the unused, unwanted crap.&amp;nbsp; ie: &lt;u&gt;throw it out!&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; This has been on the "to do" list for .....3 years now.&amp;nbsp; But this &lt;u&gt;is &lt;/u&gt;the year!&amp;nbsp; I'm serious.&amp;nbsp; Trust me.&amp;nbsp; It's gonna happen.&amp;nbsp; No.&amp;nbsp; Really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;8.&amp;nbsp; We're going to travel this summer.&amp;nbsp; Yeah.&amp;nbsp; We've been saying that for the last 2 years.&amp;nbsp; But this is the year.&amp;nbsp; Absolutely.&amp;nbsp; No question.&amp;nbsp; We're gonna do it.&amp;nbsp; For sure.&amp;nbsp; No "ifs, ands or buts".&amp;nbsp; Come hell or high water.&amp;nbsp; It's a plan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;9.&amp;nbsp; We have these photo albums, purchased many, many moons ago.&amp;nbsp; With the intention of constructing one for each of the kids beginning with their baby photos all the way through the years.&amp;nbsp; For Christmas.&amp;nbsp; One of these years.&amp;nbsp; Well, this will be the year.&amp;nbsp; We're gonna bring out all the boxes of pictures, purchase cases of printer ink, reams of photo paper and carts full of "scrapbook" embellishments.&amp;nbsp; Yep.&amp;nbsp; Check it off.&amp;nbsp; It will be done.&amp;nbsp; This year.&amp;nbsp; For sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;10.&amp;nbsp; In the same vein, it came to me this season that I would like to put together an album for each one of the kids of my mom and dad -- their grandparents.&amp;nbsp; From the time they were very young, through their 61 years of marriage, grandchildren and great-grandchildren.&amp;nbsp; A rememberance for each family.&amp;nbsp; This is a goal I would like to achieve this year.&amp;nbsp; We'll see how it goes.&amp;nbsp; And if it doesn't get done before next Christmas, at least it will be in the planning stage.&amp;nbsp; Always on my mind, on my list.&amp;nbsp; Until it's done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Now I should save this post.&amp;nbsp; So as the jobs get done, I can look back at this and think "well done!"&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Or......."well, that wasn't done.....again".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Anyway, it's a new year!&amp;nbsp; Some new goals; some old.&amp;nbsp; But always dreams!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Hope your year is off to a fantastic start!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663863839622861089-7495075903646853679?l=sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/feeds/7495075903646853679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/2012/01/new-yearnew-goalsnew-dreams.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663863839622861089/posts/default/7495075903646853679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663863839622861089/posts/default/7495075903646853679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/2012/01/new-yearnew-goalsnew-dreams.html' title='A New Year....New Goals......New Dreams'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01650080322918612873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663863839622861089.post-5034390628554348761</id><published>2011-12-30T03:33:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T03:34:21.855-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Channeling My Mother??.................</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;As you can see by the time at the end of this post, it's after&amp;nbsp;3:00 &lt;u&gt;am!&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp; We went to bed at 11:15pm.&amp;nbsp; I did fall asleep, but woke for a bathroom call.&amp;nbsp; Walked into the kitchen, looked at the clock -&amp;nbsp;12:30.&amp;nbsp;12:30! Went back to bed.&amp;nbsp; After much tossing and turning, and feeling rested and awake, I decided to get up.&amp;nbsp; No sense laying there, wishing for sleep.&amp;nbsp; That never happens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;So, to the wheel.&amp;nbsp; Plying for 1 1/2 hours.&amp;nbsp; Oh, yes.&amp;nbsp; And coffee.&amp;nbsp; Turned the pot on.&amp;nbsp; And the radio - low.&amp;nbsp; More wood in the stove. Then a computer game for an hour.&amp;nbsp; And here I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I'm pretty sure I mentioned this before in a blog, but my mother had the same trouble sleeping.&amp;nbsp; But hers was all the time.&amp;nbsp; Thank goodness this only happens to me once in a while.&amp;nbsp; A few times a month.&amp;nbsp; And that's enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;For about the last 10 years of her life, my mother would get up &lt;u&gt;every &lt;/u&gt;morning at 3:00am.&amp;nbsp; She went to bed around 10:30pm.&amp;nbsp; She never knew why, nor could she do anything that would change the time she woke up.&amp;nbsp; She would put the coffee on, turn on the TV and then cat nap for the rest of the morning.&amp;nbsp; Sometimes my dad would get up with her, but he went back to bed about 7:00am until a more reasonable time to get up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;In between, things that had to be done were.&amp;nbsp; But there was always the nap in the afternoon.&amp;nbsp; Me too.&amp;nbsp; There are very few days that I don't take a nap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;But the problem here is that I &lt;u&gt;have &lt;/u&gt;things I want to do during the day.&amp;nbsp; Preferably in the morning hours.&amp;nbsp; There's a lot of spinning and knitting to be done.&amp;nbsp; Housework, laundry, grocery shopping and other errands also.&amp;nbsp; And this "up all night" throws a monkey wrench into the whole thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I don't know why this happens.&amp;nbsp; I go to bed tired; fall into a deep sleep.&amp;nbsp; But an hour or so later - Bam!!&amp;nbsp; Eyes wide open!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; BH sleeps.&amp;nbsp; He can fall asleep in seconds.&amp;nbsp; And sleeps very soundly.&amp;nbsp; That's kind of a good thing.&amp;nbsp; I have time to myself.&amp;nbsp; But, geezzz, couldn't it be during regular daytime hours??!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Maybe it has something to do with the past weekend.&amp;nbsp; There were a few very late nights, a lot going on during the days, and I have been tired and worn out since the end of all the commotion.&amp;nbsp; Not felt really rested.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Ok. I'm getting tired now.&amp;nbsp; I think I'll put some more wood in the stove and climb into the recliner.&amp;nbsp; If I go to sleep now, I can be up at 7:00.&amp;nbsp; And that will suffice for hours of intended chores to be done.&amp;nbsp; But not all that I had hoped to accomplish today.&amp;nbsp; Oh well. Tomorrow is another day.&amp;nbsp; And maybe there'll be regular sleeping hours tonight.&amp;nbsp; Good night, y'all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663863839622861089-5034390628554348761?l=sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/feeds/5034390628554348761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/2011/12/channeling-my-mother.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663863839622861089/posts/default/5034390628554348761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663863839622861089/posts/default/5034390628554348761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/2011/12/channeling-my-mother.html' title='Channeling My Mother??.................'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01650080322918612873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663863839622861089.post-5055333590687353924</id><published>2011-12-28T07:11:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T07:22:42.990-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Christmas in Pictures....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Xt1JT7MOXbo/TvsSEfTnXGI/AAAAAAAAARQ/X5OIV4FPocI/s1600/DSCN2964.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Xt1JT7MOXbo/TvsSEfTnXGI/AAAAAAAAARQ/X5OIV4FPocI/s200/DSCN2964.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Grandson with ipod docker.&amp;nbsp; Yes, it's the Justin Bieber look......unfortunately.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JaMhZgZLLy4/TvsSk_S1c5I/AAAAAAAAARc/EpSf5XIuUFU/s1600/DSCN2976.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JaMhZgZLLy4/TvsSk_S1c5I/AAAAAAAAARc/EpSf5XIuUFU/s200/DSCN2976.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is Lammi, son-who-used-to-live-with-us's 4 yr. old bunny.&amp;nbsp; I &lt;u&gt;love &lt;/u&gt;her!&amp;nbsp; She is so much fun.&amp;nbsp; She must be looking for her presents!&amp;nbsp; Oh, she doesn't really have red eyes!&amp;nbsp; Sorry about that.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iHCk67Vl4wU/TvsS7cWvgLI/AAAAAAAAARo/Eoe4d3d54kw/s1600/DSCN2986.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iHCk67Vl4wU/TvsS7cWvgLI/AAAAAAAAARo/Eoe4d3d54kw/s200/DSCN2986.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Daughter received a plaque made by other son's fiance.&amp;nbsp; We all received "heart-made" gifts.&amp;nbsp; She does beautiful work.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vZLpeMUMPLg/TvsTX9V-_aI/AAAAAAAAAR0/DVKQRzqBFgU/s1600/DSCN2988.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vZLpeMUMPLg/TvsTX9V-_aI/AAAAAAAAAR0/DVKQRzqBFgU/s200/DSCN2988.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lammi's "dad".....he doesn't have pierced ears; it's an ornament made by future DIL.&amp;nbsp; I wish I had taken a picture of both him and BH with their "ear fobs"!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZdtKyk4U0_g/TvsTrIAr-oI/AAAAAAAAASA/lenJd_CbVBU/s1600/DSCN2989.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZdtKyk4U0_g/TvsTrIAr-oI/AAAAAAAAASA/lenJd_CbVBU/s200/DSCN2989.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;BH received a gift card.....talking to.....someone........&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U-8t4KK0gE8/TvsUAs7s8AI/AAAAAAAAASM/RZyXb1egJGw/s1600/DSCN2997.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U-8t4KK0gE8/TvsUAs7s8AI/AAAAAAAAASM/RZyXb1egJGw/s200/DSCN2997.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Future DIL received hand-thrown pottery pieces from us.&amp;nbsp; Ehhh, not thrown by me....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Son received a box of sauces, wood chips, sauce injector and oven safe mitts.&amp;nbsp; This guy &lt;u&gt;loves his BBQ!!!!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dA1x7DqWKTI/TvsUhrSa9vI/AAAAAAAAASY/5PDx1nno0Lc/s1600/DSCN3001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dA1x7DqWKTI/TvsUhrSa9vI/AAAAAAAAASY/5PDx1nno0Lc/s200/DSCN3001.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then there's our tree.&amp;nbsp; The first real tree in 4 years.&amp;nbsp; I love it!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Cv5NP5No6RA/TvsU4wrtPxI/AAAAAAAAASk/uLjtF6E50A0/s1600/DSCN3013.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Cv5NP5No6RA/TvsU4wrtPxI/AAAAAAAAASk/uLjtF6E50A0/s320/DSCN3013.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lastly, a picture of the deck all "decked" out for Christmas!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i1xCOPwbScM/TvsVLa_HhKI/AAAAAAAAASw/DUyRIIofhFI/s1600/DSCN3009.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i1xCOPwbScM/TvsVLa_HhKI/AAAAAAAAASw/DUyRIIofhFI/s320/DSCN3009.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where am I, you say??&amp;nbsp; Well, of course, I was the photographer!!&amp;nbsp; Funny.....nobody said....."here, Ma, let me take a picture of you".........hmmmmmm.&amp;nbsp; Nor did I get a picture of son who got here on Saturday, opening gifts on Christmas Eve.&amp;nbsp; Why?? I don't know.....I think I was catatonic by that time.&amp;nbsp; My bad.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663863839622861089-5055333590687353924?l=sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/feeds/5055333590687353924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/2011/12/our-christmas-in-pictures.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663863839622861089/posts/default/5055333590687353924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663863839622861089/posts/default/5055333590687353924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/2011/12/our-christmas-in-pictures.html' title='Our Christmas in Pictures....'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01650080322918612873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Xt1JT7MOXbo/TvsSEfTnXGI/AAAAAAAAARQ/X5OIV4FPocI/s72-c/DSCN2964.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663863839622861089.post-8033083788500573103</id><published>2011-12-27T05:28:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T08:05:16.757-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Back to Normal.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fImong9PTe0/Tvmm_zyhJWI/AAAAAAAAAP4/1CPiEl0BAls/s1600/Santa.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="314" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fImong9PTe0/Tvmm_zyhJWI/AAAAAAAAAP4/1CPiEl0BAls/s320/Santa.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;See, that's Santa saying "good-bye" for this year.&amp;nbsp; Back to the North Pole; back to work.&amp;nbsp; As most of us are, whether for monetary gain or just life in general.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today the last of our house guests are going home.&amp;nbsp; Son and daughter.&amp;nbsp; I started cleaning out the fridge last night after supper.&amp;nbsp; Leftovers.&amp;nbsp; Again.&amp;nbsp; More tonight.&amp;nbsp; Last night I'm laying in bed thinking if I should start undressing the house Wednesday. The better side of my brain is telling me to wait till the weekend.&amp;nbsp; But my heart is telling me to wait till after January 6th.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;My mother never took the tree down till then.&amp;nbsp; January 6th. The Epiphany; Little Christmas.&amp;nbsp; Also, it was her birthday.&amp;nbsp; I think she really wanted to keep the glitz till after her birthday.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anywho, with the passing years, it seems better to get things back to normal as quick as possible, whilst also showing respect for the season.&amp;nbsp; So methinks next weekend it is.&amp;nbsp; A day before or a day after New Year's.&amp;nbsp; Leaning toward the day after.&amp;nbsp; Because I don't think my energy level will be up to it until then.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Last night we just sat around watching the "idiot box".&amp;nbsp; By 10:30, I called it a day.&amp;nbsp; Isn't it funny how you can have loads of energy, buzzing around doing this and that, people commenting on how "you do &lt;u&gt;too &lt;/u&gt;much! Where are you getting this energy from?!"...........and then you crash!!&amp;nbsp; You can't function.&amp;nbsp; Can barely get out of the recliner for the bathroom, or get another cup of coffee.&amp;nbsp;Hence, the need for the bathroom.&amp;nbsp; It's a never-ending vicious cycle. &amp;nbsp;Don't care what meal time it is, everyone fend for themself.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes, Christmas is over.&amp;nbsp; It's time for all good family to go home.&amp;nbsp; Time to lollygag around the house.&amp;nbsp; Taking numerous naps throughout the day.&amp;nbsp; Eating PB and J sandwiches for supper.&amp;nbsp; Because you can't bear to look at the stove anymore or wash one more load of dishes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You want quiet time.&amp;nbsp; Alone time.&amp;nbsp; Stay in pajamas all day time.&amp;nbsp; Bring out the wheel time.&amp;nbsp; Pick up the needles and the ufo time.&amp;nbsp; Your crave it; you dream it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's a hitch in this last day.&amp;nbsp; There are a couple of things that need to be returned or exchanged at the stores. Omg.&amp;nbsp; Do I have the energy and want to spend an extra couple of hours doing this?&amp;nbsp; Or do I wait till next weekend?&amp;nbsp; Can we get this done without taking house guests with us?&amp;nbsp; Will it be quick and painless?&amp;nbsp; Maybe all the people did their exchanges, returns yesterday.&amp;nbsp; And the stores will be nearly empty today.&amp;nbsp; &lt;u&gt;And &lt;/u&gt;they will have the articles I need to exchange sitting right there in the front aisle as you walk through the door --- and they'll be in the size&amp;nbsp;I need.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Geeezzzz, I need more rest.&amp;nbsp; I'm obviously getting delirious.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663863839622861089-8033083788500573103?l=sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/feeds/8033083788500573103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/2011/12/getting-back-to-normal.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663863839622861089/posts/default/8033083788500573103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663863839622861089/posts/default/8033083788500573103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/2011/12/getting-back-to-normal.html' title='Getting Back to Normal.....'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01650080322918612873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fImong9PTe0/Tvmm_zyhJWI/AAAAAAAAAP4/1CPiEl0BAls/s72-c/Santa.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663863839622861089.post-7889259457090618309</id><published>2011-12-25T09:40:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T09:44:32.492-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lXaJiFYwQMA/Tvc6VUKEHgI/AAAAAAAAAPs/HGuNVArZxhc/s1600/Baby+Jesus.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="209" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lXaJiFYwQMA/Tvc6VUKEHgI/AAAAAAAAAPs/HGuNVArZxhc/s320/Baby+Jesus.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Merry Christmas to you all!&amp;nbsp; May you have a happy, blessed day with family and loved ones.&amp;nbsp; Happy Birthday, Baby Jesus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Well, it's Christmas morning.&amp;nbsp; All the family is still asleep.&amp;nbsp; It's been a busy couple of days here and more to come over the next few days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Son and fiance came up Friday afternoon; grandson was dropped off by his mom earlier in the day; we picked up daughter in the morning; and son with bunny came in about 8:30pm.&amp;nbsp; He missed dinner, but at least he made it here.&amp;nbsp; Which some years doesn't happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Dinner turned out great - rolled, boneless roast pork loin with sauerkraut; roasted potatoes; green beans with bacon bits and parmesan; glazed carrots with almonds; stuffing; applesauce and pumpernickel bread.&amp;nbsp; Yum Yum!!&amp;nbsp; Dessert was Baklava, Cannolis and Christmas cookies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Lots of yakking through the night; off to bed about 2:00am!!&amp;nbsp; Yesterday morning, up at&amp;nbsp;&lt;u&gt;5:00am!; &lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp;we did some more yakking over coffee and cookies and then got to the serious business of opening gifts.&amp;nbsp; Son and fiance had to leave in the afternoon for home; grandson was picked up by mom to head to the Cities for her family celebration.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;BH left at 2:30 to pick up other son.&amp;nbsp; Dinner last night - lasagna, salad, Italian bread.&amp;nbsp; More of the same desserts.&amp;nbsp; More gifts opened.&amp;nbsp; All the gifts, as a matter of fact.&amp;nbsp; I wanted to save some for this morning but was out-voted!!&amp;nbsp; We all received beautiful things and everyone was thrilled with what they got.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Son and bunny left for home at 11:30pm, much to my disappointment.&amp;nbsp; He was originally going to stay until this afternoon, but forgot his medication.&amp;nbsp; He didn't want to go another night without it.&amp;nbsp; And I understood that this would have repercussions for him.&amp;nbsp; So I packed him up with some food and goodies, lots of hugs and kisses, and off they went.&amp;nbsp; Off to bed at 1:00am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I wake up this morning(7:00am) thinking "1 more day and it's over; we're by ourselves again; peace and quiet".&amp;nbsp; Then it occurs to me........wait a minute......this &lt;u&gt;isn't Monday!!!!&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; It's Sunday!&amp;nbsp; Christmas Day!!&amp;nbsp; We still have a &lt;u&gt;whole &lt;/u&gt;day to get through.&amp;nbsp; Phone calls ---- lots of phone calls coming and going;&amp;nbsp; lots of yakking, lots of eating, pots and pots of coffee; another dinner to be put together (leftovers, for sure!) and most likely, another late, late night.&amp;nbsp; Geezz.&amp;nbsp; I'm just about worn out.&amp;nbsp; I really can't take a 3-day Christmas celebration!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Son who lives nearby and daughter will be going home Tuesday.&amp;nbsp; That was the plan a couple of weeks ago.&amp;nbsp; I gotta stick to it, lest BH lose his Christmas spirit in a hurry. But I'm getting very tirrreddd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;And bored.&amp;nbsp; Nothing to do as far as celebrating.&amp;nbsp; It's over.&amp;nbsp; It's done. Let's get on to something else, like routine (something I don't say very often!).&amp;nbsp; So maybe today I'll put some gifts away, fold up the boxes, get rid of the bags of crumpled wrappings, do some laundry.&amp;nbsp; Then relax.&amp;nbsp; Maybe pick up a new book I received and start reading.&amp;nbsp; Maybe pull out a ufo and continue knitting.&amp;nbsp; But I will relax. I will relax.&amp;nbsp; I will relax. (Say it 3 times and it's yours, right?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Tomorrow will be a "heebie/jeebie" day.&amp;nbsp; Because the anxiety and anxiousness will be setting in &lt;u&gt;big time &lt;/u&gt;and I'll be wanting to get life back to normal.&amp;nbsp; Hopefully it will pass quickly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I &lt;u&gt;do &lt;/u&gt;love Christmas, but it's anit-climatic.&amp;nbsp; And I really &lt;u&gt;love &lt;/u&gt;the down time, the peacefullness of it all afterwards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;So, may your day be merry and bright; and may your Christmas be......whatever brings you peace and joy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663863839622861089-7889259457090618309?l=sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/feeds/7889259457090618309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/2011/12/merry-christmas.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663863839622861089/posts/default/7889259457090618309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663863839622861089/posts/default/7889259457090618309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/2011/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01650080322918612873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lXaJiFYwQMA/Tvc6VUKEHgI/AAAAAAAAAPs/HGuNVArZxhc/s72-c/Baby+Jesus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663863839622861089.post-8541335200920843181</id><published>2011-12-21T07:24:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T07:29:49.121-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahhh.....Memories...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8xJ0EqaJVSc/TvHGvd1yyGI/AAAAAAAAAPg/kAwb3xH47WA/s1600/IMAG0002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8xJ0EqaJVSc/TvHGvd1yyGI/AAAAAAAAAPg/kAwb3xH47WA/s1600/IMAG0002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;My mom and dad went for the Christmas tree together.&amp;nbsp; No kids tagging along.&amp;nbsp; The tree was purchased a couple of days before Christmas and set up on Christmas Eve.&amp;nbsp; I remember my father setting it up in a bucket - a metal, scrub bucket, filled with sand.&amp;nbsp; Yep.&amp;nbsp; Sand.&amp;nbsp; Then pieces of chopped wood anchored in the sand, leaned up against the tree trunk to hold it steady.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;My father would put the lights on the tree; they had to be just so! My mom did the ornaments and us 5, then 6 kids would sit on the floor and straighten out each strand of &lt;u&gt;lead &lt;/u&gt;tinsel, saved from year to year, scrunched into a ball from the previous year.&amp;nbsp; Yep.&amp;nbsp; Lead tinsel.&amp;nbsp; My father would then, meticulously place 2 strands at a time on tree branches.&amp;nbsp; Yep.&amp;nbsp; &lt;u&gt;2 strands at a time!&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp; To look like long, sleek, glittering icicles.&amp;nbsp; But it was the most gorgeous tree every year!&amp;nbsp; It's what I still aspire to - tinsel and all, though no lead involved!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Christmas cookies were set out by the dozens! Ohhh, my mother's cookies! She made the best cut-outs, frosted and sugared, and her chocolate chip were the best!&amp;nbsp; Of course, my father had to have a big bowl of nuts set out - with the nut cracker and pick.&amp;nbsp; Nuts.&amp;nbsp; In the shells.&amp;nbsp; My paternal&amp;nbsp;grandmother was known for her Fruitcake, soaked with rum every day for a week before Christmas.&amp;nbsp; Oh, how I loved that fruitcake!(hic! pardon....) &amp;nbsp;Nothing has compared since.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And my maternal grandmother always had to have her bottle of "Rock n Rye".&amp;nbsp; Sitting right next to her chair.&amp;nbsp; Which she would pour into a small glass and sip throughout the evening ("just a small glass, Peter", she would tell my dad).&amp;nbsp; For "medicinal purposes; it soothes my throat" she would say to everyone.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Rock n Rye? It's rye whiskey with hunks of rock candy floating in the bottle.&amp;nbsp; Rock candy? it's a concoction of hardened sugar and corn syrup formed into lumps that look like...rocks.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Come Christmas morning, us kids would be up at 3:00 - 4:00am, sneaking down the stairs, trying to be as quiet as we could (not an easy feat - the stairs creaked horribly).&amp;nbsp; Some years Mom and Pop had just gone to bed minutes before.&amp;nbsp; Back then, only articles of clothing were wrapped, not the toys or other paraphenalia.&amp;nbsp; Everything on display, in the open.&amp;nbsp; "Eeekk!!!&amp;nbsp; Wowww!!!&amp;nbsp; Look! Look!! Who's is this?! Can I play with this now?? Let's set it up!!"......were the &lt;u&gt;almost &lt;/u&gt;hushed squeals of excitement!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;One year, we were instructed not to come downstairs until Mom and Pop called for us.&amp;nbsp;"&lt;u&gt;Or Else!"&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Yeah. Right.&amp;nbsp; So, Pop went to work that night.&amp;nbsp; Mom sleeps like Rip Van Winkle.&amp;nbsp; We're in the clear.&amp;nbsp; We have our secret knock on the doors figured out; the plan is set.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Down the stairs we go, 3:00am.&amp;nbsp;(Why do kids &lt;u&gt;always &lt;/u&gt;know to get up in the middle of the night on Christmas, but can never get out of bed on time on a school day?!)&amp;nbsp;Again with the quiet squeals of excitement. Picking each item up, eyes all aglow, passing it around for others to see, then it happens.......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;we see the headlights of the car pulling in the driveway.&amp;nbsp; &lt;u&gt;"Everything back! Everything back! Hurry! Hurry! Up the stairs!!"&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; A gaggle of kids running up a flight of stairs like a herd of buffalo, into our beds, all before my father's key unlocks the door and he walks in!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hehehe! Fooled him!&amp;nbsp; He'll never know!&amp;nbsp; (Of course he did. But it was never spoken of at the time!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ah, then Christmas Day.&amp;nbsp; After the hubbub of drooling over the gifts and cleaning up, kids went to their respective spaces to play, Mom started dinner.&amp;nbsp; After supper, all the relatives came to visit.&amp;nbsp; Grandma and Grandpa, aunts and uncles (14 of them) and our cousins (13 of them).&amp;nbsp; More gifts!&amp;nbsp; More food and snacks!&amp;nbsp; The house was filled with laughter, loud talking, adults getting funnier and funnier&amp;nbsp;with "Christmas cheer" in liquid form!!&amp;nbsp; What a blast!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The day after, kids would take their most prize possession and go to our friends' homes.&amp;nbsp; Comparing our gifts.&amp;nbsp; Ooohhing and Ahhhhing over each others things, making mental notes "put on my list for next year".&amp;nbsp; During the week, we'd go visit relatives and grandparents.&amp;nbsp; More fun!&amp;nbsp; What a season!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;As a kid, I remember the year my grandmother bought and set up an &lt;u&gt;aluminum &lt;/u&gt;Christmas tree.&amp;nbsp;A huge tree! &amp;nbsp;I guess it was all the rage back then.&amp;nbsp; She decorated it with pink satin balls.&amp;nbsp; On the floor sat a color wheel that would project yellow, green, blue and red color on the sparkly aluminum tree as it spun around.&amp;nbsp; All the kids thought that was the most &lt;u&gt;beautiful &lt;/u&gt;fake tree we ever saw!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;One year my mother and father decided that they would come visit each one of us and our families on Christmas Day instead of having the big doings at their house.  What a bummer that was! Nobody liked it, not even them. Yeah. They never did that again.  We resumed our Christmases at their home for many more years.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Things didn't change much as we became adults and had our own families.&amp;nbsp; Still going to Mom and Pop's on Christmas afternoon.&amp;nbsp; Supper, gifts - oh, the&amp;nbsp;gifts!!&amp;nbsp; Now there&amp;nbsp;were 12 grandchildren of their own.&amp;nbsp; There was not a clear spot on the floor in the living room, scattered with wrapping paper, boxes, toys, clothes ---- and kids.&amp;nbsp; Every age and size.&amp;nbsp; Not too many relatives came to visit -- they had their own grandchildren now, their own family get-together.&amp;nbsp; My parents and aunts and uncles would visit each other's homes during the following week - adults only.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;When mom decided in her later years that preparing the Christmas buffet was too much for her, I took over.&amp;nbsp; We lived next door to my parents at the time.&amp;nbsp; So, I would prepare the big feast, all brothers, wives, children and my sister and parents&amp;nbsp;would come to our house in the afternoon.&amp;nbsp;What a time we had!!&amp;nbsp; We lived in a small cape cod style home.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;There were 12 adults and 11 kids of all sizes and ages.&amp;nbsp; The house was packed!&amp;nbsp; Kids would fix their plates and go sit on the staircase steps and the basement steps to eat.&amp;nbsp; Adults would be packed around the table and every seat in the living room.&amp;nbsp; After eating and visiting, we would all wander over to Mom and Pop's for gift opening and more celebrating.&amp;nbsp;Sometimes, extended family members would come to visit. &amp;nbsp;Everyone gathered up their clan and their goodies, saying goodnight, thankyou's, Merry Christmas!&amp;nbsp;and heading home around 11:00pm.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;As the years progressed, a few of us moved out of state.&amp;nbsp; But those that remained continued the traditions.&amp;nbsp; My sister took over and had the Christmas celebration at her home every&amp;nbsp;year.&amp;nbsp; Still does.&amp;nbsp; The rest of us still baraged our parents with phone calls, laughter, memories, and gifts.&amp;nbsp; We drove back home one Christmas.&amp;nbsp; I always wished we had done that more than once.&amp;nbsp; But situations prohibited it.&amp;nbsp; This regret I will carry with me for all my life.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wish I could go on and on.&amp;nbsp; SO many memories!!&amp;nbsp; So much&amp;nbsp;family.&amp;nbsp; So much love and togetherness.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now my Mom and Dad are gone.&amp;nbsp; Our first Christmas without&amp;nbsp;either one of them.&amp;nbsp; Our families are separated.&amp;nbsp; Some by miles, some by attitudes and perceived wrong-doings to them by others.&amp;nbsp; But for those of us still "family", we will once again celebrate Christmas with life-long traditions as well as some recently established ones.&amp;nbsp; And pray that this Christmas, past memories&amp;nbsp;will open hearts and minds.&amp;nbsp; That relationships will be re-established, all will be forgotten and forgiven.&amp;nbsp; That "Family" is the key to the spirit and true meaning of Christmas.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wishing you all a most blessed, Merry Christmas in the bosoms of all those you love.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;God Bless.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663863839622861089-8541335200920843181?l=sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/feeds/8541335200920843181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/2011/12/ahhhmemories.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663863839622861089/posts/default/8541335200920843181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663863839622861089/posts/default/8541335200920843181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/2011/12/ahhhmemories.html' title='Ahhh.....Memories...'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01650080322918612873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8xJ0EqaJVSc/TvHGvd1yyGI/AAAAAAAAAPg/kAwb3xH47WA/s72-c/IMAG0002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663863839622861089.post-6918127260478540116</id><published>2011-12-20T06:28:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T06:29:53.729-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Body, Don't Fail Me Now.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QCMm9BsCAMQ/TvB498Al6QI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/8rb3e24Ckw8/s1600/Country+Winter.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="223" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QCMm9BsCAMQ/TvB498Al6QI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/8rb3e24Ckw8/s320/Country+Winter.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;So everything is going along as planned.&amp;nbsp; The list is getting smaller, things being crossed off as they're completed.&amp;nbsp; 4 more days and counting.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;My energy level is ebbing.&amp;nbsp; Big time.&amp;nbsp; The goal of next Tuesday keeps me moving.&amp;nbsp; Right now the days are relaxed, things to do can be taken in stride.&amp;nbsp; No rush, no push, no fuss.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think I pulled a muscle in my shoulder -- again.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Just enough to be aggravating.&amp;nbsp; I know it happened when I lifted a storage tote just about over my head to put it on top of other totes.&amp;nbsp; Should &lt;u&gt;not &lt;/u&gt;have done that.&amp;nbsp; But that's me.&amp;nbsp; Never learn!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everything is right on track.&amp;nbsp; This makes me very happy!&amp;nbsp; Except, now with some free time, I tend to get a bit lazy.&amp;nbsp; There's nothing to be done before dawn's early light; nothing that needs tending right after supper.&amp;nbsp; What to do......what to do......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was thinking, at 4:30am, that I could uncover a wheel and do some spinning.&amp;nbsp; Or pull out one of the UFOs and work on that.&amp;nbsp; But this would just lead to a slippery slope.&amp;nbsp; I would be playing with danger.&amp;nbsp; My house would be dusty and messy and we'd be having scrambled eggs for Christmas dinner when the family arrived.&amp;nbsp; Best to stick with the plan.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Son from NY called yesterday evening to say a box arrived.&amp;nbsp; The "goodie box" of course.&amp;nbsp; He was eating Baklava while talking to me.&amp;nbsp; "This is great! Ohhhh, it's sooo good.&amp;nbsp; I haven't had Baklava in years".&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; "You're supposed to share it with the family"&amp;nbsp; says I.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; "Oh, I'll share.&amp;nbsp; But the banana bread is &lt;u&gt;mine, &lt;/u&gt;right?"&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I'm laughing.&amp;nbsp; He yells to his wife "the banana bread is &lt;u&gt;mine, &lt;/u&gt;all mine!"&amp;nbsp; I know before Christmas Eve is here, the "goodie box" will be gone!&amp;nbsp; This is one kid you don't have to worry about&amp;nbsp;what to get him&amp;nbsp;---- just send him lots and lots of goodies!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Baklava:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AE0c-6soWBI/TvB8pPfNmNI/AAAAAAAAAPY/2FOcv-oCU8s/s1600/DSCN2926.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AE0c-6soWBI/TvB8pPfNmNI/AAAAAAAAAPY/2FOcv-oCU8s/s320/DSCN2926.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've been trying to take pictures of the tree and some decorations, but I can't get the right adjustment on the camera.&amp;nbsp; They come out all blurry or extremely overexposed.&amp;nbsp; Still working on it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today is grocery shopping for the weekend.&amp;nbsp; I'll have to go to the local store instead of the "Big" one 25 miles away.&amp;nbsp; BH is having trouble with his foot again.&amp;nbsp; The same one he twisted when he fell last month.&amp;nbsp; So he soaked it in Epsom salts yesterday; plan the same today.&amp;nbsp; He doesn't like me traveling to the "Big" grocery store by myself.&amp;nbsp; Men! (But I&lt;u&gt; can&lt;/u&gt; go to daughter's - 60 miles away by myself!.......don't get me started....) Silly man!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Anywho, I told him last night that he may have to see a doctor after the holidays.&amp;nbsp; Even he now thinks he may have chipped or fractured a bone. Yikes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, I'm going to get started doing something.&amp;nbsp; Don't know what.&amp;nbsp; BH is still sleeping and I don't want to make any noise that will wake him.&amp;nbsp; I could re-do the shopping list.&amp;nbsp; Or uncover a wheel and..........&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663863839622861089-6918127260478540116?l=sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/feeds/6918127260478540116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/2011/12/body-dont-fail-me-now_20.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663863839622861089/posts/default/6918127260478540116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663863839622861089/posts/default/6918127260478540116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/2011/12/body-dont-fail-me-now_20.html' title='Body, Don&apos;t Fail Me Now.......'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01650080322918612873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QCMm9BsCAMQ/TvB498Al6QI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/8rb3e24Ckw8/s72-c/Country+Winter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663863839622861089.post-689283954545623430</id><published>2011-12-18T06:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T06:43:05.511-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ohhh Spinning Wheel.....How I Miss Ye</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;All the hustle-bustle is done.&amp;nbsp; The hurry, the worry - done.&amp;nbsp; Putzing around from now till the Big day.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;BH had to move 3 storage totes, filled with rovings, batts and coils, to the van for the time being.&amp;nbsp;This is a small house, afterall, and the closets are already filled to capacity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Wheels have been covered and moved to safe spots, out of the way; out of sight.&amp;nbsp;Bobbins of yarn waiting to be skeined or waiting to be plied have been put back in their respective storage containers. &amp;nbsp;I am getting the heebie-jeebies.&amp;nbsp; I am an addict.&amp;nbsp; I need to spin.&amp;nbsp; I want to spin.&amp;nbsp; Lord, keep me sane for the next week.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Two knitting projects are sitting on their needles, in their tote bags.&amp;nbsp; They, too, have been relegated to hiding spots&lt;u&gt;.&lt;/u&gt; I&lt;u&gt; can't&lt;/u&gt; pick them up, because if I do, the putzing won't get done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Geeezzz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Ah, but don't fret, my pretties.&amp;nbsp; Come December 26th, all will be right with the world again.&amp;nbsp; You will be freed from your disguises, boxes and bags.&amp;nbsp; You will breathe the air of your mistress's home and feel the warmth and love of her excited fingers running over your lovely fibers making you over into something even more beautiful than before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;I think some of you may even get an extra treat.&amp;nbsp; A nice warm bath to bring out the gorgeous color that I just know is hidden within you.&amp;nbsp; Yes. Let's get out the dye pot and all the powders and pastes colors of the rainbow, the squirt bottles, the plastic wrap, the crockpot.&amp;nbsp; We'll make this a real "Welcome Home" party!!&amp;nbsp; Soon.&amp;nbsp; Very soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663863839622861089-689283954545623430?l=sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/feeds/689283954545623430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/2011/12/ohhh-spinning-wheelhow-i-miss-ye.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663863839622861089/posts/default/689283954545623430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663863839622861089/posts/default/689283954545623430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/2011/12/ohhh-spinning-wheelhow-i-miss-ye.html' title='Ohhh Spinning Wheel.....How I Miss Ye'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01650080322918612873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663863839622861089.post-2873674643680030751</id><published>2011-12-17T03:25:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T03:27:02.279-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Rockin' Around the Clock.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x7hNVmsGOCw/Tuxf26V_BvI/AAAAAAAAAO4/8-26BsRkGx4/s1600/asmtree.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x7hNVmsGOCw/Tuxf26V_BvI/AAAAAAAAAO4/8-26BsRkGx4/s1600/asmtree.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;The gifts to be mailed were wrapped yesterday.&amp;nbsp; This morning at 5:30, I began assembling pans of cookies, baklava, banana bread and candies also to be mailed.&amp;nbsp; At 10:00am, boxes were filled, sealed and addressed.&amp;nbsp; We were on our way to the post office and UPS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times;"&gt;The post office charges were a bit of a shocker, but not too much.&amp;nbsp; We haven't seen postage like that for years - when we were mailing out 12 - 14 boxes.&amp;nbsp; Today it was 5.&amp;nbsp; Yep. 5 boxes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times;"&gt;2 items had to go by UPS because of their size.&amp;nbsp; They had to be wrapped in brown paper because there wasn't a box in sight that would accomodate them.&amp;nbsp; However, the gal at UPS tells me they can't ship them with just paper.&amp;nbsp; It gets caught in the conveyor belt and gets shredded.&amp;nbsp; My heart stopped.&amp;nbsp; I have to take these back home and find - or construct - a box???&amp;nbsp; Ah, but Christmas miracles that there are, she said "no problem; we have boxes here.&amp;nbsp; We'll re-box them for you and get them out".&amp;nbsp; Hallelujah!!! Thank you, thank you, thank you!&amp;nbsp; You are indeed an angel.&amp;nbsp; Or at the very least, an elf in disguise, for sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times;"&gt;Once the out-of-state family is taken care of, everything else is a breeze!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times;"&gt;Went to bed early - 10:30.&amp;nbsp; Fell asleep immediately.&amp;nbsp; Had a &lt;u&gt;very &lt;/u&gt;bad dream that seemed to go on forever, but&amp;nbsp;when I woke up, I felt refreshed.&amp;nbsp; Ready to rock!&amp;nbsp; Even thought I saw light outside.&amp;nbsp; Maybe a full moon?&amp;nbsp; Walked into the kitchen, looked at the clock.&amp;nbsp; 5:00am.&amp;nbsp; Good, I can stay up.&amp;nbsp; Flipped the coffee pot on and sat in the dining room til it's ready.&amp;nbsp; 10 minutes go by; go check the pot; not quite ready.&amp;nbsp; Sit down, look at the clock.&amp;nbsp; It looks like 5 after 7:00.&amp;nbsp; Whaaatt??&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times;"&gt;Looking at the clock, I'm trying to mentally figure out how I got up at 5:00 and now it looks like 5 after 7:00.&amp;nbsp; Did the clock stop last night?&amp;nbsp; Did it stop a few minutes ago? (Now that makes no sense, but my brain is half scrambled).&amp;nbsp; Check the clock on the microwave.&amp;nbsp; Yeah.&amp;nbsp; Check the clock on the microwave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times;"&gt;Microwave says.............12:30......AM!&amp;nbsp; I had fallen into a dead sleep for a little over 1 1/2 hours!!&amp;nbsp; But I feel soooo refreshed --- and the coffee is just about done.&amp;nbsp; What's a girl to do?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times;"&gt;Go grab all the gifts in the spare room and start wrapping.&amp;nbsp; Which is what I was supposed to do last night, but wasn't up to it.&amp;nbsp; So.&amp;nbsp; From 12:45 till 2:45, I wrapped almost every single gift.&amp;nbsp; Except son's fiance.&amp;nbsp; I gotta find a couple of boxes over at the storage house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times;"&gt;I'm so relieved that it's all done, mostly.&amp;nbsp; Today on the agenda is/was housecleaning and laundromat.&amp;nbsp; It's 3:15am.&amp;nbsp; I restarted the woodstove.&amp;nbsp; I've got 1 more cup of coffee in the pot.&amp;nbsp; I'll probably go back to bed soon.&amp;nbsp; And I'll probably be up again within a few hours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times;"&gt;But as far as the agenda goes........yeah. Ummm....things may have to be rearranged.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663863839622861089-2873674643680030751?l=sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/feeds/2873674643680030751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/2011/12/rockin-around-clock.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663863839622861089/posts/default/2873674643680030751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663863839622861089/posts/default/2873674643680030751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/2011/12/rockin-around-clock.html' title='Rockin&apos; Around the Clock.......'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01650080322918612873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x7hNVmsGOCw/Tuxf26V_BvI/AAAAAAAAAO4/8-26BsRkGx4/s72-c/asmtree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663863839622861089.post-7385951239811170986</id><published>2011-12-15T05:26:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T05:28:02.290-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Let This Train Get Derailed...........</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Things are moving along, picking up speed every day. With the goal in mind of having&amp;nbsp;nothing to do next week, this train is bound for glory!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;The cookies are finally done; the Reindeer Nipples turned out &lt;u&gt;great! &lt;/u&gt;(thank you, CoopKeeper).&amp;nbsp; The tree was procured and set up Tuesday and took 3 hours to decorate yesterday.&amp;nbsp; Not that I'm anal about decorating a Christmas tree, but it &lt;u&gt;has &lt;/u&gt;to look &lt;u&gt;perfect!&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Today is wrapping and boxing gifts and goodies that must go in the mail tomorrow.&amp;nbsp; And hopefully getting the cards written out so they, too, can make it to the mailbox.&amp;nbsp; Otherwise, I'll save them for next year.&amp;nbsp; Ah, but they won't be written out, enveloped, addressed and sealed.&amp;nbsp; This much I learned from my Mom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Let's see.&amp;nbsp; Saturday may be housecleaning; heavy cotton throw rugs need to go to the laundromat; kitchen floor needs to be scrubbed on hands and knees;&amp;nbsp; and the bathroom still needs to be cleaned top to bottom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Sunday: grocery shopping for the Christmas meal; wrapping the rest of the gifts for the locals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Monday:&amp;nbsp; Yep. That's right.&amp;nbsp; Nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Oh, there've been a few glitches, trying to derail this train.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;**While preparing and baking the last batch of cookies Tuesday, my sister called.&amp;nbsp; We talked for 1 1/2 hours!&amp;nbsp; The cookies, on the pans, and the dough had to go back in the fridge.&amp;nbsp; Instead of finishing the job before noon as planned, it was finished at 2:00pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;**Son in NY's present -- presents a problem with packaging.&amp;nbsp; It's a rather tall, heavy box.&amp;nbsp; Needs to go into a &lt;u&gt;taller &lt;/u&gt;box.&amp;nbsp; By itself.&amp;nbsp; Which means 2 boxes to be mailed out.&amp;nbsp; So BH and I go to the storage house looking for just the right size box.&amp;nbsp; Hehehehe.&amp;nbsp; No.&amp;nbsp; Got nothing.&amp;nbsp; Then I remember the box the pool came in. Perfect!&amp;nbsp; Except I have to empty the hoses, filters and filter housing out of it.&amp;nbsp; And because it's roomier, it will have to be stuffed with paper to keep the gift from rattling around.&amp;nbsp; But it's &lt;u&gt;heavy.&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp; So will be sent out via UPS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;**Walking into the family room yesterday before supper, I see my coffee cup is splattering all over the end table.&amp;nbsp; What the hell???......where is this coming from.&amp;nbsp; Mesmerized, I'm watching the drips hitting the cup and splashing out.&amp;nbsp; I look up.&amp;nbsp; The ceiling is leaking!&amp;nbsp; Whaaatt!!!&amp;nbsp; Yell for BH.&amp;nbsp; "The ceiling is &lt;u&gt;leaking!"&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; He looks.&amp;nbsp; "I'll get up on the roof and see what's going on", says he.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;This is a mobile home.&amp;nbsp; There is no second floor.&amp;nbsp; There are no water pipes in the ceiling.&amp;nbsp; We have no snow; there hasn't been a deluge of rain.&amp;nbsp; So, outside we go.&amp;nbsp; There is nothing suspicious.&amp;nbsp; No swamp of water sitting on the roof.&amp;nbsp; But he suspects that maybe the seam in the rubber roofing may have come loose.&amp;nbsp; He gets the bucket of rubber cement.&amp;nbsp; It's half frozen, but he digs out what he can and tries to re-cement the seam.&amp;nbsp; After 1/2 hour, it's determined that tomorrow would be better to attempt this.&amp;nbsp; Bring the bucket in the house and let the cement thaw out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;At this point, I am now starving.&amp;nbsp; Supper was done and ready to be dished out just as this calamity reared it's ugly head.&amp;nbsp; So, back in the house, a quick re-heat, and supper is served. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;The leak?&amp;nbsp; Oh, it stopped almost immediately.&amp;nbsp; Don't know where it came from.&amp;nbsp; Don't know where it went.&amp;nbsp; Just pray it doesn't happen again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;**Slipper socks.&amp;nbsp; Need 6 pair.&amp;nbsp; All going to son in NY.&amp;nbsp; Have 4 pair completed, the 5th half done.&amp;nbsp; Can't mail out the box till all 6 pair are finished.&amp;nbsp; So, working like an elf on crack, the last 2 pair were finished last night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;**Sat down yesterday afternoon to pay the bills.&amp;nbsp; Go to the bank's website.&amp;nbsp; Message pops up: "This website's Security Certificate is not Valid.&amp;nbsp; Do not attempt to access this website".&amp;nbsp; Whaaat???&amp;nbsp; I've got bills to pay!!&amp;nbsp; Today!!&amp;nbsp; It's on my list!!&amp;nbsp; The mortgage is due &lt;u&gt;tomorrow!!&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Try again.&amp;nbsp; Same message.&amp;nbsp; Call the bank.&amp;nbsp; The gal informs me their computers are down and they're fixing the problem.&amp;nbsp; "Will it be fixed today?" I ask.&amp;nbsp; "I'm pretty sure it will be; they're working on it right now, but I really don't know", she answers.&amp;nbsp; Great!!&amp;nbsp; Moving to tomorrow.&amp;nbsp; I did check their site in the evening and it was up and running.&amp;nbsp; But the hell with it.&amp;nbsp; It can wait till tomorrow.&amp;nbsp; I've still got time.&amp;nbsp; It's only one thing added to tomorrow's list.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I may be a little slow leaving the station, but this train &lt;u&gt;will not &lt;/u&gt;be derailed!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663863839622861089-7385951239811170986?l=sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/feeds/7385951239811170986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/2011/12/dont-let-this-train-get-derailed.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663863839622861089/posts/default/7385951239811170986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663863839622861089/posts/default/7385951239811170986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/2011/12/dont-let-this-train-get-derailed.html' title='Don&apos;t Let This Train Get Derailed...........'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01650080322918612873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663863839622861089.post-4122493133916396006</id><published>2011-12-09T16:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T16:33:52.471-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tis the Season.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7yJgFhIMT7M/TuKFyttvfYI/AAAAAAAAAOw/RfJS3ylS2mc/s1600/country.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7yJgFhIMT7M/TuKFyttvfYI/AAAAAAAAAOw/RfJS3ylS2mc/s1600/country.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;So, how's everyone doing with the Christmas to-do's?&amp;nbsp; Keeping our sanity?&amp;nbsp; Hmmmm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Baking started on Tuesday - Baklava and cannolis.&amp;nbsp; Not just once. Oh no.&amp;nbsp; Somehow, one recipe creation didn't look there was as much as I thought there would be.&amp;nbsp; Enough to give lots of it away to the kids and still have enough for the Holiday.&amp;nbsp; Why is &lt;u&gt;that??&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp; Why does it always seem the recipe never quite amounts to the pieces it says you should have??&amp;nbsp;Or you &lt;u&gt;think &lt;/u&gt;you should have.&amp;nbsp;Or is it that my eyes are bigger than my goodie platters?&amp;nbsp; Whatever.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;So Wednesday was a repeat of the same.&amp;nbsp; This was an all-day affair both times.&amp;nbsp; But I think there's enough now&lt;strike&gt; for everyone in the neighborhood&amp;nbsp; &lt;/strike&gt;for us all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Yesterday was the cut-out cookies and Spritz.&amp;nbsp; Today was Russian Tea Cakes (we always called them Mexican Wedding cakes); some call them "Rum Balls".&amp;nbsp; And a double batch of chocolate chip.&amp;nbsp; 2 kinds of chips in the dough - semisweet and milk chocolate.&amp;nbsp; &lt;u&gt;And&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp; 8 loaves of Banana Bread.&amp;nbsp; Because bananas were on sale last week - 49 cents a pound!!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I &lt;u&gt;know!!&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; By this morning, they were all nice, speckled brown; and you could smell bananas through the kitchen. Yeah.&amp;nbsp; Time to mash those puppies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;There's just 2 more kinds of cookies to bake.&amp;nbsp; And the cut-outs to be frosted and sugared.&amp;nbsp; But that won't be till Monday.&amp;nbsp; Tomorrow I go to daughter's to decorate and go shopping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;So in between baking and doing dishes - doing dishes - doing dishes, my hands now look like they've been rolling around in the "sharp knives" drawer.&amp;nbsp; And they hurt.&amp;nbsp; Much needed hand lotion applied.&amp;nbsp; There's been crocheting in the evening.&amp;nbsp; 2 pair of slipper boots done, the third started.&amp;nbsp; 2 more pair to go.&amp;nbsp; Maybe 3.&amp;nbsp; It should be 3.&amp;nbsp; We'll see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Next week we'll look for a tree; Christmas dinner grocery shopping next weekend.&amp;nbsp; I still have to write out Christmas cards and get them in the mail.&amp;nbsp; And wrap the gifts that need to be sent out by next Friday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I see by my "to-do" list that I'm just about on track.&amp;nbsp; Only one day behind in the baking.&amp;nbsp; Well, actually, it'll be 3 days.&amp;nbsp; Because there won't be any done for the next 2.&amp;nbsp; But all is good.&amp;nbsp; Moving right along.&amp;nbsp; The goal is for &lt;u&gt;nothing &lt;/u&gt;to be done the week of Christmas.&amp;nbsp; Nothing. Just relaxing and waiting for Christmas Eve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Tonight - bean soup.&amp;nbsp; Pulled the bucket out of the freezer last night. Yep.&amp;nbsp; Bucket.&amp;nbsp; We buy our ice cream in 5 quart plastic buckets.&amp;nbsp; I'm embarrassed to tell you how many buckets I accumulate every year.&amp;nbsp; There's enough not only for freezer storage, but as cleaning buckets, planter buckets, cookie storage buckets, groady-stuff buckets; you name it.&amp;nbsp; I've got the bucket.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Oh. The bean soup.&amp;nbsp; So I thought this would be easy enough for BH to warm up for supper tomorrow night.&amp;nbsp; He doesn't cook.&amp;nbsp; Except to put a TV dinner in the oven.&amp;nbsp; But I didn't buy any TV dinners.&amp;nbsp; Soup it is.&amp;nbsp; I hope he eats something tomorrow night other than popcorn, potato chips or pretzels.&amp;nbsp; Sometimes he even makes a PB sandwich.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Well, keep Christmasing along, all you little elves.&amp;nbsp; It'll soon be here ----- and gone.&amp;nbsp; Have a great, productive weekend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663863839622861089-4122493133916396006?l=sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/feeds/4122493133916396006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/2011/12/tis-season.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663863839622861089/posts/default/4122493133916396006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663863839622861089/posts/default/4122493133916396006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/2011/12/tis-season.html' title='Tis the Season.......'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01650080322918612873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7yJgFhIMT7M/TuKFyttvfYI/AAAAAAAAAOw/RfJS3ylS2mc/s72-c/country.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663863839622861089.post-9175243347345091052</id><published>2011-12-05T07:59:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T08:03:43.022-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok. That Didn't Go Well......</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;So. BH and I get all gussied up.&amp;nbsp; Pick up son and head out to the casino.&amp;nbsp; For my FREE camcorder and FREE $10 slot money.&amp;nbsp; Except for the fact that it's the middle of the afternoon and infringing on my nap time, we feel pretty good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;First stop -- Guest Services desk --- for my FREE camcorder.&amp;nbsp; The gal behind the counter is very pleasant.&amp;nbsp; I hand her my coupons, proudly saying "I'm here to pick up my FREE camcorder"(with a big smile on my face).&amp;nbsp; To which the reply came back so fast, in an inaudible low tone,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;"We ran out of them; we're giving you $25.00 in free play".&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;"Excuse me.....whhhaat?"&amp;nbsp; She repeats the apparently&amp;nbsp;much-spoken refrain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;"Oh NO.&amp;nbsp; That was a Christmas gift I was planning on giving".&amp;nbsp; She smiles sympathetically.&amp;nbsp; "Here ya go, hon. There's $35.00 free play on your card".&amp;nbsp; She looks to be about 25 years old; I'm 62, paunchy and slightly graying.&amp;nbsp; But I'm "hon".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Stunned, I say a polite "thankyou" and walk away.&amp;nbsp; "Good luck today" she adds.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;"Well, &lt;u&gt;HON, &lt;/u&gt;if I had any damn luck &lt;u&gt;today, &lt;/u&gt;I'd be walking away with my FREE CAMCORDER!".......is what I wanted to say.&amp;nbsp; But I'm 62, paunchy and slightly graying......and was brought up to be reserved and polite.&amp;nbsp; Which, in the scheme of things, has not really benefited me in certain circumstances of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;So I meet up with BH and son, my stomach now at my feet, and tell them what happened.&amp;nbsp; I'm deflated.&amp;nbsp; I want to go home.&amp;nbsp; But we carry on......they give me their apologies and empathy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Both the guys wanted to play some BlackJack for a bit, so I found my favorite slot, sat down and began giving back my Free money.&amp;nbsp; Ah, but the machine and I were on the same wave length......it must've felt my pain.&amp;nbsp; It took some, and then gave it back.&amp;nbsp; But when it started to tell me after some unprofitable spins, "this is it, HON, we're not going anywhere with this".....I cashed out and took my money......my FREE money.&amp;nbsp; And snidely walked away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;On the way home, BH says "what are you planning on getting for the gift now?"&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; "I don't know.&amp;nbsp; I just don't know.&amp;nbsp; I'll have to think about it; maybe something will come to me by next weekend".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;See, this was going to be the gift for son who lives in NY.&amp;nbsp; Son who does quite well for himself and his family.&amp;nbsp; Son who has everything under the sun and can buy whatever he wants.&amp;nbsp;Yes.&amp;nbsp; The same son who bought me a GPS for Mother's Day 2 years ago, and sent me the new EReader for my birthday this year.&amp;nbsp; Who sends me floral arrangements that I know must have&amp;nbsp;cost him at least&amp;nbsp;$100, arrangement and delivery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;There is nothing we can get him, within our budget, that doesn't look cheap or inconsequential.&amp;nbsp; I hate that.&amp;nbsp; I pride myself&amp;nbsp; on planning the perfect gift for&amp;nbsp;each person.&amp;nbsp; One that means something to them. (Am I channeling with Martha?? God, I hope not!)&amp;nbsp; Even if it's FREE!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Crap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Well, I have to put that all behind me now.&amp;nbsp; There's other things that need attention this week; gotta stick to the schedule; can't fall off the track now.&amp;nbsp; We did come up with a couple of ideas last night. I'm just going to wait till daughter and I are actually in the stores next weekend. &amp;nbsp;Something will hit me as &lt;u&gt;the &lt;/u&gt;gift.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;But on a positive note, if this is the only glitch in the Christmas plans and accomplishments, then all will be well.&amp;nbsp; As for now, stick to the schedule; get things done; carry on.&amp;nbsp; It'll all work out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Afterall, it's the Christmas season, right?&amp;nbsp; And miracles &lt;u&gt;DO &lt;/u&gt;happen.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Why, yes.&amp;nbsp; There &lt;u&gt;are &lt;/u&gt;visions of sugar plums dancing in my head!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663863839622861089-9175243347345091052?l=sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/feeds/9175243347345091052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/2011/12/ok-that-didnt-go-well.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663863839622861089/posts/default/9175243347345091052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663863839622861089/posts/default/9175243347345091052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/2011/12/ok-that-didnt-go-well.html' title='Ok. That Didn&apos;t Go Well......'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01650080322918612873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663863839622861089.post-8527563662611879088</id><published>2011-12-04T08:11:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T08:32:27.190-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fa-La-La-La-La............</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N245m8KADuY/Ttt36NctbcI/AAAAAAAAAOo/xcq_RtNCzo8/s1600/Christmas+clip+art.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="148" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N245m8KADuY/Ttt36NctbcI/AAAAAAAAAOo/xcq_RtNCzo8/s200/Christmas+clip+art.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;We're off to a good start!&amp;nbsp; Went shopping on Thursday and.......everything on my list was in stock!! Another Christmas miracle!&amp;nbsp; I couldn't be happier if you tickled me with tinsle.&amp;nbsp; Friday and yesterday was decorating the house. Not too much. But it looks nice.&amp;nbsp; Lights. Lots of lights.&amp;nbsp; Done.&amp;nbsp; Another miracle.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And today is the casino day --- to pick up another gift. (For free!)&amp;nbsp; Now if &lt;u&gt;this &lt;/u&gt;goes off without a hitch, I'm gonna find me a red, fur-trimmed suit and wear it for the next 3 weeks!&amp;nbsp; Ho, ho, ho!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I made out my Christmas schedule the other day; it's hanging on the fridge.&amp;nbsp; I need to do this lest I forget something and think the next 2 weeks are free time!&amp;nbsp; Now I just have to remember to cross off the jobs done from that list.&amp;nbsp; One step at a time.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;We've decided on a real tree.&amp;nbsp; Yes, the artificial ones on sale looked --- artificial. Will not do.&amp;nbsp; So, tomorrow we'll go to the local farm and feed store and pick out the tree.&amp;nbsp; I've got the spot all figured out; know how the furniture will be re-arranged.&amp;nbsp; BH gave his approval, so all is good.&amp;nbsp; Then I have to go over to the storage house and get out a couple of gifts, find some boxes, get the cookie tins and the box of wrapping paper.&amp;nbsp; Tuesday starts the baking marathon.&amp;nbsp; First up --- baklavah and cannoli shells.&amp;nbsp; Cookies to follow.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;"Tales from the Coop Keeper"&lt;/u&gt; blogger,&amp;nbsp;posted a recipe for "Reindeer Nipples"&amp;nbsp;(her post dated Nov. 29, "Holiday Nipples").&amp;nbsp; No. Seriously. It's a &lt;u&gt;real &lt;/u&gt;recipe.&amp;nbsp; Anywho, I'm going to make them this year; it's simple enough.&amp;nbsp; They'll be included in the "Goodies" package for the kids back home. I'm going to label them as such, too.&amp;nbsp; That'll bring a lot of hoots and hollers from them, I'm sure!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Son's fiance called Friday.&amp;nbsp; She said they're planning on coming up for Christmas. This makes me happy.&amp;nbsp; We won't have to go to the Cities.&amp;nbsp; Of course, this is all contingent on the weather.&amp;nbsp; Hopefully it will good for traveling.&amp;nbsp; Another Christmas miracle.&amp;nbsp; That'll mean the 4 kids living in this State will be here. Keeping my fingers crossed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;So, next Saturday, I'll be going to daughter's to decorate her apartment and take her Christmas shopping.&amp;nbsp; I've gotta pick up the last few gifts too.&amp;nbsp; Then I'm done!&amp;nbsp; Except for the grocery shopping for Christmas Eve and Day dinners.&amp;nbsp; Haven't quite worked on the menus yet, but that'll be easy enough.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh geeezzz.&amp;nbsp; I forgot about the Christmas cards.&amp;nbsp; I don't think it's on the schedule. I better get that corrected immediately.&amp;nbsp; Yeah.&amp;nbsp; Gotta get the cards written out and to the post office.&amp;nbsp; This reminds me of a funny story.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Every year, my Mom would write out Christmas cards.&amp;nbsp; From the time a was a kid and into my adult years.&amp;nbsp; The only thing is.......they never made it to the post office.&amp;nbsp; We'd find a box of cards every year, in the envelopes, all addressed and sealed, while going through the boxes of decorations.&amp;nbsp; She never sent them out!&amp;nbsp; Every year!&amp;nbsp; For years!&amp;nbsp; I don't think is was forgetting as much as it was not&amp;nbsp;wanting to spend&amp;nbsp;the money for the stamps when the time came.&amp;nbsp;But she would buy the cards -- &lt;u&gt;beautiful &lt;/u&gt;cards. &amp;nbsp;She was funny that way!&amp;nbsp; Mother!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, I gotta get in the shower and get all gussied up.&amp;nbsp; Grab some breakfast and we'll be off to pick up that free gift.&amp;nbsp; Santa, don't fail me now!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663863839622861089-8527563662611879088?l=sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/feeds/8527563662611879088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/2011/12/fa-la-la-la-la.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663863839622861089/posts/default/8527563662611879088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663863839622861089/posts/default/8527563662611879088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/2011/12/fa-la-la-la-la.html' title='Fa-La-La-La-La............'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01650080322918612873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N245m8KADuY/Ttt36NctbcI/AAAAAAAAAOo/xcq_RtNCzo8/s72-c/Christmas+clip+art.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663863839622861089.post-69237778283249808</id><published>2011-12-01T07:54:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T07:56:34.434-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy December 1!!....Let the Games Begin!........</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;It's herrree! Hope you're all ready.&amp;nbsp; Been doin' your exercising?&amp;nbsp; Flipping through mail order catalogs; digging out containers of Christmas decorations; marathon cooking and baking (thanks to the recently passed Thanksgiving); working those fingers with the planned knitting and spinning for those gifts; jogging through the snow, slush, rain from store to store; working and re-working the monthly budget (again and again; geeezzz, I didn't think it would cost &lt;u&gt;that &lt;/u&gt;much) and don't forget ----- check off each day on the calendar lest you absent-mindly think you have another week before the&amp;nbsp; Christmas Day to catch up on everything!! (I say this in retrospect)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I have &lt;u&gt;big &lt;/u&gt;plans, beginning today.&amp;nbsp; We'll just see how many of them come to fruition before I'm running around like a crazy woman, wondering what can be scratched off the list, not really needing to be done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Well, the outside lights are up - finally.&amp;nbsp; All the decorations storage totes are now sitting in the utility room, waiting to be opened and emptied, their contents placed in every room in the house.&amp;nbsp; Today we are going shopping.&amp;nbsp; Hopefully most of the things on the gift list will be purchased.&amp;nbsp; Our local "medium box" (versus "big box") store still has the items that they advertised on sale this week.&amp;nbsp; We waited until today because today is also "Senior Discount Day" - 10% off all purchases!&amp;nbsp; WhooHoo!!!&amp;nbsp; Yeah. We'll see.&amp;nbsp; I'm not holding my breath.&amp;nbsp; They are notorious for being "out of stock".&amp;nbsp; Thank goodness I have a back-up plan.&amp;nbsp; It requires driving another 30 miles to the "big box" store.&amp;nbsp; Crap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Tomorrow and Saturday, decorating is the order of the day.&amp;nbsp; Lights will go up on all the windows (we have no gutters outside, so lights are on the inside of the windows) and as much paraphenalia as possible will adorn tabletops, shelves, walls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Sunday is a trip to the casino.&amp;nbsp; I'm being very sly about this.&amp;nbsp; First, I have $15.00 in FREE play on the slots. There will be no actual money going from my wallet to their coffers!! &lt;u&gt;NO money! &lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp; But the main reason is I have a&amp;nbsp;certificate from them &amp;nbsp;for a FREE video recorder!!! It's one of those small, digital camera-size models.&amp;nbsp; This is another planned Christmas gift.&amp;nbsp; I checked out the price of it, and it's a $90.00 value!!&amp;nbsp; Omg!!&amp;nbsp; Somebody stop me!!&amp;nbsp; If I can lay my hands on this, the rest is a breeze!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Monday starts the baking.&amp;nbsp; Not so much this year.&amp;nbsp; Thankfully, daughter-in-law and the fiance have been baking their own goodies for a couple of years now.&amp;nbsp; So I just send a couple of extras.&amp;nbsp; But for us, I'm cutting waayyyy back.&amp;nbsp; It's silly to have bags and bags of Christmas cookies in the freezer, eating them in June and July.&amp;nbsp; Although they're very delicious, seriously, do I need more Christmas cookies??? No.&amp;nbsp; My bathroom scale will thank me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Ahh, but in lieu of tons of cookies and breads, I have &lt;u&gt;Baklavah &lt;/u&gt;on the baking list.&amp;nbsp; I can make a couple of pans of it and everyone will be thrilled!!&amp;nbsp; It'll go a long way, taking the place of 3 or 4 more kinds of cookies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I think we're going to buy a Christmas tree this year.&amp;nbsp; We've been putting up the little 3' tree with fiber optic lights for the past few years; I didn't see the need for a regular tree anymore.&amp;nbsp; Being that if any of the kids did make it up here during the holidays, it's just for 1 day or a few hours out of a whole week.&amp;nbsp; What was&amp;nbsp;the sense?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;But this year, I'm really missing a tree.&amp;nbsp; I need a tree. If for nothing else than the memories of Christmases past.&amp;nbsp; For memories of my Mom and Dad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;The store has a 4' artificial for $20.&amp;nbsp; We'll take a look.&amp;nbsp; It doesn't have lights on it, but that's fine.&amp;nbsp; I can put my own lights on.&amp;nbsp; I &lt;u&gt;love &lt;/u&gt;tons of lights on the tree - white only.&amp;nbsp; And if the artificial tree looks too ---- artificial (for $20 -- ya think?), we will probably go with a real tree.&amp;nbsp; Of course, this will mean &lt;u&gt;major &lt;/u&gt;re-configuring of furniture.&amp;nbsp; Our house is small; we've added a lot more stuff since our last real tree; space is at a minimum; and it can't go in the family room because of the gi-normous wood stove.&amp;nbsp; Rocking chair, endtable, lamp and coffee table may have to be moved into the storage house for the time being.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Wrapping is also on the agenda for next week.&amp;nbsp; Yep.&amp;nbsp; Wrap everything that is acquired.&amp;nbsp; Eliminating the mad rush 2 days before boxes need to be shipped out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Then I need to get out to daughter's with her totes of Christmas decor.&amp;nbsp; And decorate her apartment for her.&amp;nbsp; That's planned for next weekend.&amp;nbsp; I stay overnight and the following day I take her Christmas shopping for gifts she will give.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;There you have it.&amp;nbsp; The plan is -- the week of Christmas I'm done!!&amp;nbsp; I can relax and putter around the house.&amp;nbsp; Nothing on my mind or agenda except planning Christmas dinner.&amp;nbsp; This'll be great!&amp;nbsp; Maybe a little knitting or spinning to wile away the hours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Yeah.&amp;nbsp; Christmas dreams!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663863839622861089-69237778283249808?l=sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/feeds/69237778283249808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/2011/12/happy-december-1let-games-begin.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663863839622861089/posts/default/69237778283249808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663863839622861089/posts/default/69237778283249808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/2011/12/happy-december-1let-games-begin.html' title='Happy December 1!!....Let the Games Begin!........'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01650080322918612873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663863839622861089.post-1688431393989141999</id><published>2011-11-27T08:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T08:37:42.060-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Few of My.........</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Part I.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Christmas is just around the corner.&amp;nbsp; If I stay in my own little world, my own little mind, here are a few of my........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Favorite Things:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; 1. Christmas music.&amp;nbsp; I &lt;u&gt;love &lt;/u&gt;Christmas music.&amp;nbsp; It bothers me that on Dec. 26, there is no more Christmas music played on the radio stations.&amp;nbsp; What's up with that??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; 2.&amp;nbsp; Christmas decorations.&amp;nbsp; If I had a million dollars, I'd spend half of it on decorations.&amp;nbsp; Both inside and outside.&amp;nbsp; I would love to buy a set of those lighted deer for the front lawn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; 3.&amp;nbsp; Christmas lights.&amp;nbsp; Lights everywhere!!&amp;nbsp; Inside and outside.&amp;nbsp; White only, please!!&amp;nbsp; They're on all the windows, all around the deck and over the door, wrapped around Canadian garland and festooned above the kitchen cupboards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; 4.&amp;nbsp; Christmas trees.&amp;nbsp; We used to search for the &lt;u&gt;perfect &lt;/u&gt;tree; not too big, not too small; not too bushy, not too skinny.&amp;nbsp; Just right!!&amp;nbsp; Perferably a scotch pine or balsam because I love to see the white lights and the ornaments hanging delicately from the branches.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; 5.&amp;nbsp; Christmas cookies.&amp;nbsp; Christmas cookies for breakfast is my favorite!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; 6.&amp;nbsp; Lots and lots of packages wrapped in Christmas paper under the tree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; 7.&amp;nbsp; Snow.&amp;nbsp; You've gotta have snow on Christmas Eve and Christmas morning.&amp;nbsp; Light, fluffy snow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; 8.&amp;nbsp; Christmas cards.&amp;nbsp; I love getting oodles of cards to tape up over the doorways.&amp;nbsp; I love sending them, too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; 9.&amp;nbsp; Christmas Eve.&amp;nbsp; What a magical time.&amp;nbsp; It seems like all the worries, hustle/bustle, &amp;nbsp;frustrations have just melted away.&amp;nbsp; There's a kind of eerie, but beautiful, peace to the evening.&amp;nbsp; And you realize that everything has been accomplished, everything's in order.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;10.&amp;nbsp; Christmas Day.&amp;nbsp; It's all done.&amp;nbsp; Time to relax, to enjoy.&amp;nbsp; Time for long distance phone calls, opening gifts, cookies for breakfast, fresh coffee, Christmas songs on the radio all day, dinner in the oven, and alcohol --- yes, you can now drink yourself into oblivion for the day!!&amp;nbsp; The dinner??&amp;nbsp; Forgetaboutit!!&amp;nbsp; Someone will take care of it.&amp;nbsp; Who cares if you eat at 4:00, 6:00 or 10:00!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;11.&amp;nbsp; The day &lt;u&gt;after&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp; Christmas.&amp;nbsp; This is my &lt;u&gt;all time favorite!!&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp; Because for the rest of the season, our time is our own!!&amp;nbsp; We can truly enjoy the fruits of our labor.&amp;nbsp; It's done.&amp;nbsp; It's over.&amp;nbsp; Stay in your pajamas all day if you want to!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;12.&amp;nbsp; Midnight Mass.&amp;nbsp; Is there anything that makes your heart swell with the &lt;u&gt;true &lt;/u&gt;meaning of Christmas more than Midnight Mass? The reverence and beauty of it all makes you feel like you've been granted a new beginning on life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;13.&amp;nbsp; Handel's Messiah - The Hallelujah Choir.&amp;nbsp; I have to turn this up as loud as my cd player will go.&amp;nbsp; I wish I had huge speakers outside the house so the whole neighborhood could hear it!!&amp;nbsp; If it doesn't bring the joy of Christmas to your heart and soul, I don't know what would.&amp;nbsp; It makes you stop, think, reflect, fills you heart with peace and love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;14. A house filled to the rafters with family.&amp;nbsp; All ages, shapes and sizes.&amp;nbsp; The hours and hours of cacophony; laughter, singing, story telling of Christmases past.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;15.&amp;nbsp; Memories.&amp;nbsp; Of Christmases at my grandparents' house; my&amp;nbsp;parents' and the traditions we embraced every year;&amp;nbsp; of Aunts and Uncles and dozens of cousins popping in for a visit; when I was a kid; when I was a teen; when my kids were babies; when they were older; when the grandchildren came along; Christmas shopping or crafting for that very special gift for that certain person; the looks of surprise, appreciation and love on everyone's face; the love that permeated the house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;What are your favorite things?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663863839622861089-1688431393989141999?l=sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/feeds/1688431393989141999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/2011/11/few-of-my.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663863839622861089/posts/default/1688431393989141999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663863839622861089/posts/default/1688431393989141999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/2011/11/few-of-my.html' title='A Few of My.........'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01650080322918612873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663863839622861089.post-2440017177543311440</id><published>2011-11-27T07:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T07:18:57.805-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What is Going On??.........</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is anyone else having trouble with blogger??&amp;nbsp; This is the second day.&amp;nbsp; Asking me to "sign in".&amp;nbsp; I never "sign out".&amp;nbsp; Then my "dashboard"&amp;nbsp; "blogs I follow" is &lt;u&gt;empty!!&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp; What the hell is going on??&amp;nbsp; This is very irritating.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just asking.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663863839622861089-2440017177543311440?l=sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/feeds/2440017177543311440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/2011/11/what-is-going-on.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663863839622861089/posts/default/2440017177543311440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663863839622861089/posts/default/2440017177543311440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/2011/11/what-is-going-on.html' title='What is Going On??.........'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01650080322918612873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663863839622861089.post-5276826723681641253</id><published>2011-11-26T07:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T07:11:09.419-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Onward and Upward.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;So, Thanksgiving turned out ok.&amp;nbsp; Food was good.&amp;nbsp; Except..........I think there's something wrong with the oven thermostat.&amp;nbsp; Thankfully, the turkey &lt;u&gt;did&lt;/u&gt; get done......even if it was an hour later than planned!&amp;nbsp; I was getting pretty nervous.&amp;nbsp; "Oh, please, please, please don't crap out on me now! Pleeeez let this bird get done before you decide to totally die on me!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;.......OMG!&amp;nbsp; This post was waaayyy longer; hit the "publish" button; wanted me to enter my password.&amp;nbsp; Did, 4 times.&amp;nbsp; "not valide password".....????&amp;nbsp; I had to reset my password, and this is what appeared in today's blog ---- 1 paragraph!!&amp;nbsp; Is anyone else having problems with Google blog?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Anyway, as I was saying before I was soooo&lt;u&gt; rudely&lt;/u&gt; interrupted...... so, I started thinking maybe that's why the pies were taking so long to bake the day before.&amp;nbsp; Crap.&amp;nbsp; Now I spent the rest of the afternoon panicking over what we would have for dinner should the 24# bird and stuffing need to be "86'd".&amp;nbsp; Geezzz.&amp;nbsp; Are the restaurants open today??&amp;nbsp; Should I order a bucket of chicken now?&amp;nbsp; Is there any meat in the freezer I can pull out quickly?? (only hamburg).&amp;nbsp; Ehh, we'll have enough with the sweet potatoes, squash, mashed potates and stuffing.&amp;nbsp; We'll all have a good laugh!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Well, the turkey eventually got done and we had a nice dinner.&amp;nbsp; Sonwhoisthetechie left for home yesterday afternoon.&amp;nbsp; Sonwholivesnearby and daughter are still here.&amp;nbsp; I suggested to BH last night that we would take them home today.&amp;nbsp; He seemed sort of disappointed.&amp;nbsp; But, hey, I gotta get back to my routine.&amp;nbsp; There are things to be done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I set up the wheel this morning and spun for about 1 1/2 hours.&amp;nbsp; Yeah. It had to be put away on Wednesday to make room for extending the dining table.&amp;nbsp; The knitting also had to be hidden from "grandchild" bunny, who loves to explore the knitting bag.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;While perusing the store ads yesterday, I see that one has a couple of items we planned for Christmas gifts on sale.&amp;nbsp; I would really like to get there today and pick them up.&amp;nbsp; You know.&amp;nbsp; Before they're "out of stock".&amp;nbsp; Yeah.&amp;nbsp; The sale price is soooo good.......you have to wonder if these things are really "in stock"!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;The weather this week is supposed to be mild and sunny.&amp;nbsp; Sure hope we can get the lights up outside.&amp;nbsp; Then I have to go over to the storage house and dig out the acrylic yarn (ack, ack) for daughter-in-law's slipper boots.&amp;nbsp; You don't want to make anything out of wool for this girl.......everything goes in the washing machine....with other assorted articles of clothing (read: jeans, jackets, towels, blankets, etc).&amp;nbsp; I love her to death, but she has &lt;u&gt;no &lt;/u&gt;regard for "handle with care".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Well, everyone is still sleeping, so now is the perfect time to slice myself a piece of apple pie and get a fresh cup of coffee.&amp;nbsp; Then it's back to spinning.&amp;nbsp; I love routine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663863839622861089-5276826723681641253?l=sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/feeds/5276826723681641253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/2011/11/onward-and-upward.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663863839622861089/posts/default/5276826723681641253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663863839622861089/posts/default/5276826723681641253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/2011/11/onward-and-upward.html' title='Onward and Upward.......'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01650080322918612873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663863839622861089.post-1865694376962948289</id><published>2011-11-24T07:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T07:55:02.246-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Letting Go........</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;A sad commentary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;This is the beginning of the holiday season, the first without my parents.&amp;nbsp; My father passed away in June, 2010, and last Thanksgiving was my mother's last.&amp;nbsp; Unbeknown to all of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;We tried to make it a "happy" day for her.&amp;nbsp; My sister did all the cooking and baking; brothers and nephew/family were coming to her house&amp;nbsp;as well as Mom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Only Mom didn't go.&amp;nbsp; Said she just couldn't do it.&amp;nbsp; Wasn't feeling well.&amp;nbsp; She stayed home, alone, because that's the way she wanted it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;She did get to my sister's for Christmas, but only because she stayed overnight on&amp;nbsp;the Eve with my son and his family and he drove her out there.&amp;nbsp; But after Christmas Day, everything went down hill.&amp;nbsp; And she passed away on New Year's Eve Day at 4:00pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;This year brings back so many memories of years past.&amp;nbsp; I find myself barely being able to carry this off.&amp;nbsp; I don't want to.&amp;nbsp; I have no festive spirit.&amp;nbsp; This is a real chore for me.&amp;nbsp; I just want to sit and cry and cry and cry.&amp;nbsp; I have not allowed myself to have a breakdown, to let it all out since my father's death and then my mother's.&amp;nbsp; But it's welling up inside me like a tidal wave and I don't know how much longer I can keep it at bay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Family is not what it used to be.&amp;nbsp; This is not the family I grew up in.&amp;nbsp; This is not the family I worked so hard for my whole adult, mothering life.&amp;nbsp; There are those who don't speak to each other; there are those who don't care to be around another.&amp;nbsp; There are those who have caused hurt and pain but are oblivious to it.&amp;nbsp; There are no apologies.&amp;nbsp; There is no soul searching.&amp;nbsp; There is no sense of responsibility.&amp;nbsp; And, unfortunately, not only is it our kids, but this refers to my siblings as well.&amp;nbsp; Those who know better because they were brought up in the same house, with the same parents as I.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The same background, the same memories.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;And so, the holidays trigger no emotions, no memories, no thought of putting things right.&amp;nbsp; For the sake of the parents, if nothing else.&amp;nbsp; They have not yet realized that "family" is all there is.&amp;nbsp; Without the unit, your life is pretty much helter skelter; in free-fall; whirling out of control.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;So today, with only 3 of the 5 living near us coming for dinner, we will put on a festive "face".&amp;nbsp; Make the best of the day.&amp;nbsp; Turkey and all the trimmings.&amp;nbsp; Maybe there will be a phone call or two from my siblings.&amp;nbsp; And after today, I will forge ahead with plans for the upcoming Christmas.&amp;nbsp; But my heart won't be in it.&amp;nbsp; I will not go crazy with the decorating and baking.&amp;nbsp; Just a few things to say "Christmas".&amp;nbsp; Seriously, I can't wait for January 1.&amp;nbsp; Then it's all over and we can get back to our regular life.&amp;nbsp; No mental, emotional reminders that we are a fractured, frayed, separated family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;For those of you who have the love and consideration of your children and grandchildren still, who have close-knit family ties, who are there for each other no matter what, who have the respect of your offspring as their parents, I wish you a very Happy Thanksgiving.&amp;nbsp; May you always find peace and love in the hearts, minds and arms of your family.&amp;nbsp; May the memories you have created over the years see you through the rough patches and make your family ties stronger with the years, for all generations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663863839622861089-1865694376962948289?l=sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/feeds/1865694376962948289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/2011/11/letting-go.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663863839622861089/posts/default/1865694376962948289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663863839622861089/posts/default/1865694376962948289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/2011/11/letting-go.html' title='Letting Go........'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01650080322918612873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663863839622861089.post-6014612090540966962</id><published>2011-11-23T06:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T06:49:58.047-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Wishing you and your families a very blessed and peaceful Thanksgiving Day!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663863839622861089-6014612090540966962?l=sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/feeds/6014612090540966962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/2011/11/happy-thanksgiving.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663863839622861089/posts/default/6014612090540966962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663863839622861089/posts/default/6014612090540966962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/2011/11/happy-thanksgiving.html' title='Happy Thanksgiving!!'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01650080322918612873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663863839622861089.post-8711507177058461560</id><published>2011-11-21T06:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T06:31:47.431-06:00</updated><title type='text'>So How Was Your Weekend?.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Pretty good here.&amp;nbsp; Pretty... pretty..... pretty.. good, to quote Larry David ("Curb Your Enthusiasm").&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I finished the first mint green sock; I put the yarn aside and moved on to something else.&amp;nbsp; I've been itching to make another Norwegian hat, so I started on that.&amp;nbsp; Last year I bought a package of plastic bobbins that flip into themselves to hold small amounts of yarn for colorwork.&amp;nbsp; Haven't used them yet.&amp;nbsp; As a matter of fact, I just remembered I had them this morning.&amp;nbsp; So I will attempt to wind the colors onto them; we'll see how it goes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Also stripped 8 oz. of the copper roving into narrow strips and started spinning it this morning.&amp;nbsp; At least,&amp;nbsp;I weighed out 8 oz.&amp;nbsp; But after&amp;nbsp;tearing it into strips, the bucket is full.&amp;nbsp; And that holds 4 oz.!&amp;nbsp; This should be interesting.&amp;nbsp; I bought 2# of the stuff.&amp;nbsp; Weighed out 8oz, and got 4 balls -- 32 oz. = 2#, right?&amp;nbsp; And I still had 3 oz. left over.&amp;nbsp; That's a plus-no complaints about that!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;The roving is&amp;nbsp;a bit touchy to spin.&amp;nbsp; It feels like it's a long wool, so I have a longer drafting zone.&amp;nbsp; If I don't do this, the wool gets too thick and twists past the zone.&amp;nbsp; Then it's hell trying to get it untwisted and draft some more.&amp;nbsp; But I'm getting the hang of it.&amp;nbsp; And I finished plying the blues -- got 7 1/2 bobbins.&amp;nbsp; Add that to the other 5 --- a sweater?&amp;nbsp; Hope so!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Son called Saturday to say he and fiance won't be coming up for Thanksgiving or the weekend.&amp;nbsp; She has to work Wednesday and Friday, and the finances are kind of tight right now.&amp;nbsp; No extras for gas money up here and back.&amp;nbsp; I kind of expected it; he mentioned it last week.&amp;nbsp; So that's 2 less for dinner/weekend.&amp;nbsp; Now we'll see what son #2 has planned.&amp;nbsp; And son #3.&amp;nbsp; It might turn out to be BH, me and daughter ---- and a 24# turkey!&amp;nbsp; Ah, but I have freezers!!&amp;nbsp; I love freezing food.&amp;nbsp; No problem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Yesterday I had a burst of energy, against my better wishes, and made Chicken Alfredo for supper.&amp;nbsp; It turned out great!&amp;nbsp; Salad and warm Italian bread.&amp;nbsp; Also made Tapioca pudding -- one of BH's favs.&amp;nbsp; Defrosted a dish of strawberries and had them on top of the pudding.&amp;nbsp; Deeeelish!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I woke up this morning at 3:15 ---- &lt;u&gt;yep, A.M.&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp; Turned the coffee on, put wood in the stove and went to the wheel.&amp;nbsp; Don't ask me why.&amp;nbsp; It happens quite frequently.&amp;nbsp; Must have something to do with "old age".&amp;nbsp; My mother used to get up at 3:00am &lt;u&gt;every day!&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp; for the last 10 years of her life.&amp;nbsp; Not that she had anything in mind, or was busy doing something.&amp;nbsp; It was coffee, sit in the recliner and cat nap all day.&amp;nbsp; You could be talking to her one minute, turn your head, and she'd be out like a light.&amp;nbsp; This went on all day and evening.&amp;nbsp; Holy crap!!&amp;nbsp; I hope I never get that bad!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I checked the turkey, defrosting in the fridge, this morning.&amp;nbsp; It's still solid as a rock.&amp;nbsp; It's been sitting in the fridge since late Saturday afternoon.&amp;nbsp; This has me concerned.&amp;nbsp; I think I'm going to have to start giving it a boost --- 2 hours out of the fridge a couple times a day.&amp;nbsp; Don't you hate it when you go to clean the bird and the inside is still frozen??&amp;nbsp; And you try to hurry up because you fingers are getting frost-bite??&amp;nbsp; Omg, and then you can barely get the stuffing into it because you have no feeling in your hands??&amp;nbsp; Yeah.&amp;nbsp; Me too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Well, I gotta go shower, change the bed linens, make breakfast, do the dishes and then some knitting.&amp;nbsp; Before all this energy subsides.&amp;nbsp; And I pass out.&amp;nbsp; Like right around 10:00 this morning.&amp;nbsp; Thank goodness there's leftovers for supper tonight!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663863839622861089-8711507177058461560?l=sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/feeds/8711507177058461560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/2011/11/so-how-was-your-weekend.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663863839622861089/posts/default/8711507177058461560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663863839622861089/posts/default/8711507177058461560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/2011/11/so-how-was-your-weekend.html' title='So How Was Your Weekend?.......'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01650080322918612873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663863839622861089.post-965443180548149828</id><published>2011-11-19T06:22:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T06:25:43.664-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Crap!........</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Um....yeah.....eh....no.&amp;nbsp; Didn't get the Christmas lights up outside yesterday.&amp;nbsp; It started out a sunny morning --- but cold, 17 degrees.&amp;nbsp; No problem.&amp;nbsp; By the time I get done with breakfast, laundry and straightening up, it'll be warmer.&amp;nbsp; BH advises not to go outside til about 10:30 or so.&amp;nbsp; He's always got my back!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Well, as we're sitting in the family room, with our toast and coffee, watching Matlock (love that show), the sun disappears, the clouds take over.&amp;nbsp; It's extremely grey outside - threatening snow - and the temp doesn't seem to be moving any.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I don't function on grey days.&amp;nbsp; Especially not outside.&amp;nbsp; This job gets put on hold for another day.&amp;nbsp; Besides, what am I thinking??&amp;nbsp; I &lt;u&gt;never &lt;/u&gt;put lights up before Thanksgiving!!&amp;nbsp; Please.&amp;nbsp; One holiday at a time.&amp;nbsp; Give it a chance to come and go, let the hoopla subside before moving on to the next big all-encompassing season.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;And it did snow.&amp;nbsp; A nice thick dusting over everything.&amp;nbsp; The temps never did get to the projected 39 degrees.&amp;nbsp; The thermometer stuck at 33.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Besides, we &lt;u&gt;always &lt;/u&gt;put lights up outside when it's 20 degrees or less, 2 feet of snow on the deck and winds blowing 30 m.p.h.&amp;nbsp; And grey.&amp;nbsp; Definitely grey.&amp;nbsp; It's the challenge that inspires us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Today....I don't know.&amp;nbsp; There's still the bathroom to scrub.&amp;nbsp; There's the comforter from the guest room that needs to be washed.&amp;nbsp; And....it's "Law&amp;amp;Order: Criminal Intent" day.&amp;nbsp; Vincent.&amp;nbsp; All day.&amp;nbsp; Good thing there's plenty of knitting to be done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Speaking of knitting, I was putting the burgundy socks away the other day and I see that there are 2 other pair of mint green socks in storage.&amp;nbsp; Eeegadsss.&amp;nbsp; Yeah, they're different patterns.&amp;nbsp; One is actually the painted white with green heels and toes.&amp;nbsp; And I'm knitting a &lt;u&gt;3rd &lt;/u&gt;pair of mint green socks....green with painted white heels and toes. Yeah. I'm innovated that way! &amp;nbsp;Geezz.&amp;nbsp;Why?&amp;nbsp; Because it's there!&amp;nbsp;The last 6 ounces of it. &amp;nbsp;And&amp;nbsp;the color doesn't really strike me as being knitted in any other item.&amp;nbsp; A mint green beret? scarf?&amp;nbsp; mitts?&amp;nbsp; I don't think so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;We're under a winter storm warning for today.&amp;nbsp; 2" - 5" of snow predicted.&amp;nbsp; This should be interesting.&amp;nbsp; BH will be in the house with me all day (then I won't have to tend the woodstove! Yay!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;This week our local chain pharmacy is having a sale on Christmas paraphenalia.&amp;nbsp; They inserted a grocery bag in the newspaper: "Fill this bag and get 20% off everything inside".&amp;nbsp; What a deal!!!&amp;nbsp; I need more lights, some pine garland, Christmas cards, candy, maybe I'll even find a gift or two.&amp;nbsp; So off I go........oh, that bag was &lt;u&gt;filled &lt;/u&gt;all right!&amp;nbsp; Brimming over the top.&amp;nbsp; A feeling of triumph and satisfaction overtook me! (Usually, the pharmacy is out of everything I'm looking for when they have these sales).&amp;nbsp; I got it all!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Proudly and somewhat smug, I put the bag on the counter for check-out.&amp;nbsp; The cashier immediately tells me: "You know the 20% doesn't apply to items already on sale".&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Why no.&amp;nbsp; I didn't know that.&amp;nbsp; I suppose everything I have is on sale....yeah, I think everything I have is on sale.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;"Well, let's see how it rings up", she says. "Sale; sale; sale; sale......"&amp;nbsp; On and on it goes.&amp;nbsp; But, it turns out, everything in the bag was at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;50% off!!!&amp;nbsp; Hurray!!&amp;nbsp; And we all know from elementary school math class that 50% is much more than 20%!!!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Now I'm doing the happy dance in my head!!&amp;nbsp; So, I said to her: "I think I made out better!"&amp;nbsp; She whole-heartedly agreed: "You certainly did!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;When I got home, I relayed this episode to BH.&amp;nbsp; "Wow!&amp;nbsp; Good job!", he says.&amp;nbsp; "Yeah, well you can take this stupid brown bag with the '20% off' written all over it and use it in the woodstove", was my final comment on the subject.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Take that, Pharmacy that thinks you can dupe people into thinking 20% off&amp;nbsp; full price (3x the price of a big-box store) is some kind of a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;deal!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;You don't know who you're messin' with!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663863839622861089-965443180548149828?l=sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/feeds/965443180548149828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/2011/11/crap.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663863839622861089/posts/default/965443180548149828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663863839622861089/posts/default/965443180548149828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/2011/11/crap.html' title='Crap!........'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01650080322918612873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663863839622861089.post-5594383727309426004</id><published>2011-11-18T07:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T07:28:48.447-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving Along.........</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Yep.&amp;nbsp; Defrosted the freezer yesterday; just the upright.&amp;nbsp; The chest never seems to accumulate much ice, so that'll be done next Spring.&amp;nbsp; Now to get all the stuff transferred back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Well today is supposed to be 39 degrees.&amp;nbsp; I'm thinking we should get the Christmas lights up outside.&amp;nbsp; Do the deck railing, over the door, cut boughs from our pines for the top railing of the deck and whatever else I get inspired to do.&amp;nbsp; This means going over to the storage house and digging out the tote with the lights.&amp;nbsp; Not an easy task.&amp;nbsp; Although the Christmas decorating totes are stacked&amp;nbsp; in one spot, there is a mountain of crap in the way....that will need to be moved to access the specified totes.&amp;nbsp; Because I never&lt;u&gt;&amp;nbsp;did&lt;/u&gt; get over to the storage house to clean it out and re-organize.&amp;nbsp; Oh I &lt;u&gt;know&lt;/u&gt; where everything is (for the most part), it just takes some military planning to get at it!&amp;nbsp; Anyway, that's the plan for today.&amp;nbsp; Tomorrow, I'm thinking of tackling the bathroom.&amp;nbsp; Get it scrubbed.&amp;nbsp; Then I am &lt;u&gt;truly &lt;/u&gt;done!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;The weather people are calling for our first significant snowfall of the season on Saturday.&amp;nbsp; 2-5"s.&amp;nbsp; This'll be interesting.&amp;nbsp; Monday is barber day for BH.&amp;nbsp; Yep, I cut his hair; have been for 20 years.&amp;nbsp; He needs his "holiday haircut".&amp;nbsp; Tuesday will be regular housecleaning; Wednesday, baking and preparing for Thursday.&amp;nbsp; Then the weekend will probably entail more cooking and entertaining.&amp;nbsp; Sunday, everyone will go home; we need to take daughter back home.&amp;nbsp; And Monday, the planning begins for the next 3 weeks to come.&amp;nbsp; Thankfully, I can do this while sitting in the recliner, cup of coffee, TV shows, and notepad on my lap.&amp;nbsp; I will seriously need that recliner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663863839622861089-5594383727309426004?l=sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/feeds/5594383727309426004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/2011/11/moving-along.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663863839622861089/posts/default/5594383727309426004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663863839622861089/posts/default/5594383727309426004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/2011/11/moving-along.html' title='Moving Along.........'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01650080322918612873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663863839622861089.post-1094632470212188919</id><published>2011-11-17T07:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T07:41:42.504-06:00</updated><title type='text'>How's By You?..........</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;So yesterday we took the jaunt into town.&amp;nbsp; Picked up 2 - 20# bags of rock salt, 2-40# of black oil sunflower seeds for the chickadees, a 15-roll pack of paper towels, a new battery for the house phone, son's Christmas gift, and some odds and ends.&amp;nbsp; Now I have 2 people taken care of on the Christmas list.&amp;nbsp; This makes me very happy.&amp;nbsp; We know what the others are getting, but that won't be done till next month. The budget, you know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Then we went grocery shopping for the Thanksgiving feast.&amp;nbsp; The store had a sale on turkeys -- you paid per pound according to how much you spent.&amp;nbsp; Hence, I got a 24 1/2 bird for ------- 39 cents a pound!!!!&amp;nbsp; That's right -- $9.55 for the bird!&amp;nbsp; Of course, you had to spend $100.00 or more.&amp;nbsp; Hey, it's the holiday meal, no problem!&amp;nbsp; Some of the groceries were everyday meal items too.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; So we're set for the next 2 weeks or so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;And it was &lt;u&gt;cold &lt;/u&gt;yesterday!&amp;nbsp; Yikes!&amp;nbsp; The high was 27 degrees (I really wish the keyboard had "cents" and "degree" symbol).&amp;nbsp; The wind was pretty strong, too.&amp;nbsp; So it felt like 14 degrees!&amp;nbsp; Then it started to snow.&amp;nbsp; A light, but blowing snow.&amp;nbsp; Didn't accumulate, thank goodness.&amp;nbsp; I need a few days of local traveling on snow covered roads before I have to venture onto highways for long distance.&amp;nbsp; Gotta get my "snow feet" settled in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;After next week I have to get started on a couple of gifts to crochet -- slipper booties.&amp;nbsp; It's been a standing joke with my daughter in law in NY; has been for about 6 years now.&amp;nbsp; I told her she's in the "Slipper Booties of the Year Club"; 2 pair every Christmas.&amp;nbsp; I made 2 pair for my son last year also.&amp;nbsp; Wasn't sure if he would like or wear them, but he did --- as well as the grandson.&amp;nbsp; He immediately took 1 pair for himself.&amp;nbsp; So, we'll see how much time and stamina I have this year, maybe whip up 4 more pair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Also hoping to get the gifts accumulated boxed and wrapped.&amp;nbsp; I'd like to get a jump on it so it doesn't have to be done all at once - like the day before packages have to be in the mail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;I'm thinking of defrosting the freezer today.&amp;nbsp; Oh, I got all the seasonal housecleaning done!!&amp;nbsp; Except for the bathroom, but that won't take long.&amp;nbsp; Yeah, so, I need to get that freezer done and re-organized.&amp;nbsp; Before the baking begins.&amp;nbsp; What's that?&amp;nbsp; Defrost the freezer?&amp;nbsp; Well, yes. It's about 50 years old, bought at an auction 18 years ago.&amp;nbsp; And still going strong.&amp;nbsp; Thank God.&amp;nbsp; Because it weighs a ton.&amp;nbsp; If it ever quits, it's going to take an Amish village to move it outta here.&amp;nbsp; Oh, and that's not all.&amp;nbsp; We have another one; purchased 17 years ago.&amp;nbsp; It has the sticker on the inside of the top "International Harvester, 1950".&amp;nbsp; Yeah. 2 monster freezers. Sitting side by side.&amp;nbsp; One is an upright, the other a chest.&amp;nbsp; Both weigh a ton each.&amp;nbsp; That's empty.&amp;nbsp; But there's food inside them.&amp;nbsp; The upright is the "everyday-go-to" and the chest is for "stocking up".&amp;nbsp; Right now everything is helter-skelter.&amp;nbsp; Need to be organized.&amp;nbsp; Will do.&amp;nbsp; I hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;We got the storm windows up Tuesday night.&amp;nbsp; I scrubbed the metal frames clean on them.&amp;nbsp; After 20 years, the gunk that accumulated was disgusting. Blaahhhgg.&amp;nbsp; Now they're all shiny and clean.&amp;nbsp; BH washed the windows after the scrubbing. He prides his window washing abilities.&amp;nbsp; So I think that's it.&amp;nbsp; We're now officially ready for winter.&amp;nbsp; Bring it on!&amp;nbsp; But....not &lt;u&gt;too &lt;/u&gt;much til after all the long distance shopping is completed, I hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Still plying the denim blue singles.&amp;nbsp; On the 4th bobbin of plied.&amp;nbsp; Looks like I should wind up with 6, maybe 7+ bobbins of yarn, approximately 3 1/2 ounces each.&amp;nbsp; That's a good thing.&amp;nbsp; Of course, all this playing around will take a back seat in a couple of weeks.&amp;nbsp; The wheels will sit idle til Christmas week, if not after.&amp;nbsp; That makes me sad.&amp;nbsp; Makes my fingers itch.&amp;nbsp; Gives me the heebie jeebies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Well that's enough fodder for today.&amp;nbsp; Hope you all have a great day, great weather and accomplish all you set out to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663863839622861089-1094632470212188919?l=sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/feeds/1094632470212188919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/2011/11/hows-by-you.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663863839622861089/posts/default/1094632470212188919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663863839622861089/posts/default/1094632470212188919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/2011/11/hows-by-you.html' title='How&apos;s By You?..........'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01650080322918612873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663863839622861089.post-8767042490918704317</id><published>2011-11-15T11:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T11:35:28.529-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching Up.........</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;So, I had a bunch of stuff to do today. Futzie stuff.&amp;nbsp; First let me share this with you - our first snowfall!&amp;nbsp; BH saw it first when it became light outside.&amp;nbsp; It was still snowing; that soft, straight down, big flakes snow.&amp;nbsp; I call it "Rocky Mountain" snow.&amp;nbsp; Beautiful.&amp;nbsp; I started singing the "Sleigh Bells" song.&amp;nbsp; You know, "just hear those sleigh bells ring-a-ling, ting, ting, ting-a-ling too.&amp;nbsp; Come on it's lovely weather for a sleigh ride together with you........" (I wish I could insert musical notes here).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CJVtB2sV5QA/TsKYG2IUKUI/AAAAAAAAANs/0qH3whFjDls/s1600/DSCN2917.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CJVtB2sV5QA/TsKYG2IUKUI/AAAAAAAAANs/0qH3whFjDls/s320/DSCN2917.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QU1iMg1uv3M/TsKYMH9qpMI/AAAAAAAAAN0/AedJTRwFjxM/s1600/DSCN2919.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QU1iMg1uv3M/TsKYMH9qpMI/AAAAAAAAAN0/AedJTRwFjxM/s320/DSCN2919.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qpRwU6HrAgk/TsKYPX31dgI/AAAAAAAAAN8/Q9-QGvpHKg0/s1600/DSCN2920.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qpRwU6HrAgk/TsKYPX31dgI/AAAAAAAAAN8/Q9-QGvpHKg0/s320/DSCN2920.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My day started with spinning at 5:00am.&amp;nbsp; Til 6:15.&amp;nbsp; Then it was check email for pictures my sister has been trying to send me for 2 days.&amp;nbsp; Pictures I need to send to future daughter-in-law.&amp;nbsp; Finally they came through.&amp;nbsp; So I add them to my FB page because I have a whole album there of my parents that f.d.-i-l. wants for a project.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now I want to send the whole thing through email (she doesn't have, doesn't want,&amp;nbsp;a FB page).&amp;nbsp; Okey dokey, then.&amp;nbsp; That took a good hour and a half.&amp;nbsp; Apparently, you can't send FB albums by email.&amp;nbsp; I had to do all sorts of configuring, moving it here and there, until finally got it to go.&amp;nbsp; What the hell is up with that???&amp;nbsp; Any moron or psycho can hack into your FB page, put you can't send a damn album by email??!!&amp;nbsp; Agrivating, to say the least. Yeah --- geniuses!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Moving on........next make the bed, put dishes away from the dish drain, get dressed, make breakfast, wash up the dishes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BH: "what are your plans today?"&amp;nbsp; ME: "I think I'm going to putz around with wool.&amp;nbsp; I gotta block and press the shawl, wash the burgundy socks and I'm going to try to get whatever those dark spots are in the white tam out.&amp;nbsp; I bought some new stain remover".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He's bringing in wood, feeding the birds, getting the mail, bringing over the storm windows.&amp;nbsp; We plan on putting those up tonight.&amp;nbsp; He washes all the windows for me.&amp;nbsp; Nice, huh?&amp;nbsp; Very!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Back to my plans........so I did exactly what I said.&amp;nbsp; Only now I had to pull a lot of stuff out of the closet to get to my storage bins to put the shawl away and get out the tam.&amp;nbsp; If you could see how much stuff is stored in that closet, yeah.&amp;nbsp; You'd walk away, too.&amp;nbsp; But I persevered.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The discoloration in the tam &lt;u&gt;did not&lt;/u&gt; come out.&amp;nbsp; I am pissed.&amp;nbsp; Now I'm thinking it was&amp;nbsp;already in the wool, I just didn't see it when spinning and knitting.&amp;nbsp;And I don't remember anything I did that would cause the stains. &amp;nbsp;I've tried everything: oxy stain remover, White Brite (which whitened up the wool, but didn't touch the stains!), the new Tide stain remover.&amp;nbsp; I even went so far as to put Soft Scrub on the stains (I know. I know. &lt;u&gt;That's liquid bleach!).&lt;/u&gt; It didn't harm the wool (thank God), but it didn't....remove.....the....stains.....either.&amp;nbsp; I give up.&amp;nbsp; It is what it is.&amp;nbsp; I'm afraid to dye it because I think the stains will come out darker than the rest of the hat.&amp;nbsp; Aaaarrrrggghhhh!!!&amp;nbsp; Crap.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;I may have to knit another tam.&amp;nbsp; Which I'm trying to avoid.&amp;nbsp; Because it has &lt;u&gt;beads.&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp; Beads that were added while knitting.&amp;nbsp; I didn't care for that process, and really not looking forward to doing it again! I prefer adding the beads to the singles as I spin.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anywho, here's the shawl after blocking and pressing the points: (Beads added while spinning)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CWlIg4KAEs4/TsKdNnkvt5I/AAAAAAAAAOM/pQMbzKK1o0Q/s1600/DSCN2921.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CWlIg4KAEs4/TsKdNnkvt5I/AAAAAAAAAOM/pQMbzKK1o0Q/s320/DSCN2921.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UxPM4Op_e_c/TsKdQoDUFcI/AAAAAAAAAOU/WXD9kJx_bek/s1600/DSCN2923.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UxPM4Op_e_c/TsKdQoDUFcI/AAAAAAAAAOU/WXD9kJx_bek/s320/DSCN2923.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YXw9AQkO9QA/TsKdTJnuhXI/AAAAAAAAAOc/YdnpqVZXhR8/s1600/DSCN2922.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YXw9AQkO9QA/TsKdTJnuhXI/AAAAAAAAAOc/YdnpqVZXhR8/s320/DSCN2922.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It measures 58" across the top and 33" long to the center point.&amp;nbsp; I'm happy with it; it turned out ok for my first attempt at a triangular shawl.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So I put all the paraphenalia away, wiped up my messes, laid out socks and tam to dry.&amp;nbsp; I think I'll go sit and knit a while.&amp;nbsp; Ohhh wait a minute!!............there's a mess in the family room.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Wood crumbs all over the floor.&amp;nbsp; Crap!!!&amp;nbsp; Get out the electric sweeper and clean it all up --- from one end to the other.&amp;nbsp; Aaaarrggghhh!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, I guess I will try to get some knitting in until nap time.&amp;nbsp; I could really use a nap today.&amp;nbsp; Tomorrow we're going into town (57 miles one way) to pick up a Christmas present that is on sale, then to the BIG grocery store for Thanksgiving shopping.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I heard a joke on "Ellen" yesterday.&amp;nbsp;She asked her guest "so what're you making for Thanksgiving?"&amp;nbsp; And the guest said "RESERVATIONS!!".&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Although that was pretty funny, that's something I dream about saying every year.......and that's &lt;u&gt;no joke &lt;/u&gt;!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You all have a great day!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663863839622861089-8767042490918704317?l=sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/feeds/8767042490918704317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/2011/11/catching-up.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663863839622861089/posts/default/8767042490918704317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663863839622861089/posts/default/8767042490918704317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/2011/11/catching-up.html' title='Catching Up.........'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01650080322918612873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CJVtB2sV5QA/TsKYG2IUKUI/AAAAAAAAANs/0qH3whFjDls/s72-c/DSCN2917.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663863839622861089.post-460579217867646812</id><published>2011-11-14T18:50:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T18:54:54.726-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Photos..........</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T_-b_KbfEYU/TsG0MiOqToI/AAAAAAAAAMs/Zlge7BrGFjk/s1600/DSCN2907.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T_-b_KbfEYU/TsG0MiOqToI/AAAAAAAAAMs/Zlge7BrGFjk/s320/DSCN2907.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;The Targhee roving; "Indian Corn"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ItLCOAiYMck/TsG0Qo1RPDI/AAAAAAAAAM0/diIrcga2Ws4/s1600/DSCN2906.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ItLCOAiYMck/TsG0Qo1RPDI/AAAAAAAAAM0/diIrcga2Ws4/s320/DSCN2906.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;The colors don't show up as dark as they are in the roving photo.&amp;nbsp; This is &lt;u&gt;really &lt;/u&gt;nice roving.&amp;nbsp; Going to be plied with copper color (yet to be spun) and navy blue singles.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4T8AJl8nhZk/TsG0U1v3o7I/AAAAAAAAAM8/NEhSIp7r7_k/s1600/DSCN2910.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4T8AJl8nhZk/TsG0U1v3o7I/AAAAAAAAAM8/NEhSIp7r7_k/s320/DSCN2910.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;The blues.&amp;nbsp; Merino in the middle; Romney(?)/Columbia on the two ends. Working on plying this now; got 8 bobbins of singles.&amp;nbsp; Hoping for a sweater with&amp;nbsp;5 bobbins of 3 ply&amp;nbsp;of similar colored blue.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mgrEuE3WRUY/TsG0YZLm1-I/AAAAAAAAANE/BGxtWt27Vzg/s1600/DSCN2911.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mgrEuE3WRUY/TsG0YZLm1-I/AAAAAAAAANE/BGxtWt27Vzg/s320/DSCN2911.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;3-ply yarn, first bobbin of those above.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Color above is truer - light denim blue.&amp;nbsp; Damn camera.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hvaxgTnYKC8/TsG0bxTgD0I/AAAAAAAAANM/5WM7EsKowwY/s1600/DSCN2915.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hvaxgTnYKC8/TsG0bxTgD0I/AAAAAAAAANM/5WM7EsKowwY/s320/DSCN2915.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;These socks are soooo soft and squishy! Waffle patterning; I think it's more of the Columbia/Romney wool.&amp;nbsp; (I gotta do a better job of tagging my wools).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1RwnO40SDM0/TsG0fufAwjI/AAAAAAAAANU/dWeIbjCEq-A/s1600/DSCN2912.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1RwnO40SDM0/TsG0fufAwjI/AAAAAAAAANU/dWeIbjCEq-A/s320/DSCN2912.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;UFO; hand dyed, painted&amp;nbsp;Merino, both the mint green and white.&amp;nbsp; So soft! Barred Rib is the pattern.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vTF69XeMiOc/TsG0iiyY1KI/AAAAAAAAANc/FdT6wMRYtlI/s1600/DSCN2892.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vTF69XeMiOc/TsG0iiyY1KI/AAAAAAAAANc/FdT6wMRYtlI/s320/DSCN2892.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;Apples from our tree; dehydrated.&amp;nbsp; Turned out very well --- according to BH and son --and his bunny!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VVFSW3Oawlc/TsG0lB7K88I/AAAAAAAAANk/KKiYcy9O5_8/s1600/DSCN2894.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VVFSW3Oawlc/TsG0lB7K88I/AAAAAAAAANk/KKiYcy9O5_8/s320/DSCN2894.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Still haven't gotten the black shawl w/beads pressed yet; hopefully before the week is out.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That's all for now.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663863839622861089-460579217867646812?l=sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/feeds/460579217867646812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/2011/11/some-photos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663863839622861089/posts/default/460579217867646812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663863839622861089/posts/default/460579217867646812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/2011/11/some-photos.html' title='Some Photos..........'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01650080322918612873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T_-b_KbfEYU/TsG0MiOqToI/AAAAAAAAAMs/Zlge7BrGFjk/s72-c/DSCN2907.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663863839622861089.post-1418342242758446020</id><published>2011-11-12T07:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T07:18:10.464-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I LOVE Vincent D'Onofrio!!.........</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;There, I said it.&amp;nbsp; I've been wanting to say it for a very long time.&amp;nbsp; BH knows it; he's cool with it.&amp;nbsp; He affords me my Saturdays for the "Law &amp;amp; Order: Criminal Intent" marathon.&amp;nbsp; 9:00am to 5 or 6 pm.&amp;nbsp; Depending if there's some sports thingy.&amp;nbsp; Or the station decides to air "The Unit".&amp;nbsp; Geezz.&amp;nbsp; Really???&amp;nbsp; You put that on instead of another hour of Vincent?&amp;nbsp; Unbelieveable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Anywho, I try &lt;u&gt;never&lt;/u&gt; to make plans on Saturday, especially to be out of the house. Yes, there were the craft shows last week, but that was kind of my way of saying "I do not have a L&amp;amp;O: C I addiction.&amp;nbsp; I can give it up any time".&amp;nbsp; Secretly, I missed it; thought about it all day.&amp;nbsp; What episode was I missing, was it one of my favorites?&amp;nbsp; Can I make it through the rest of the day not hearing his voice and seeing his face?&amp;nbsp; I had to shut my mind off from it completely - I can handle it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;I&amp;nbsp; admit that this might be getting out of control.&amp;nbsp; I now find myself perusing Netflix to see if there's any movies with Vincent that I might have missed.&amp;nbsp; I did find one recently.&amp;nbsp; Oh yeah. It's on my list.&amp;nbsp; Coming here soon.&amp;nbsp; A couple months ago, son was telling me about a movie I never heard of.&amp;nbsp; About an Irish gangster in Ohio.&amp;nbsp; He never heard of the lead actor; I never heard of him.&amp;nbsp; Son started telling me all the actors in the movie.&amp;nbsp; As soon as he said "Vincent D'Onofrio", I said "that's it; I'm sold; don't go any further; I LOVE that guy!"&amp;nbsp; And I ordered the movie.&amp;nbsp; It came in a couple of days and BH and I watched it immediately.&amp;nbsp; It didn't disappoint!&amp;nbsp; I still never heard of or saw most of the actors in it.&amp;nbsp; Who cares.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;And it doesn't bother me that he's gotten older, more grey, a bit heavier (haven't we all!).&amp;nbsp; It's all so appealing!&amp;nbsp; He's brash, rough-around-the-edges, no-nonsense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Unfortunately (and this is heartbreaking), I can only watch the show's repeats.&amp;nbsp; We don't have cable, so I can't tune into the new episodes (if they're even still playing) on the cable network.&amp;nbsp; Damn.&amp;nbsp; I keep trying to convince BH that we should get cable -- you know, for the Yankee's&amp;nbsp;baseball games, boxing matches, old movies.&amp;nbsp; He isn't buying it yet; but I'm not giving up.&amp;nbsp; Still, I can handle this; it's not a problem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Not to sound fickle, but I LOVE Tom Selleck too!&amp;nbsp; I'm addicted to "Blue Bloods".&amp;nbsp; And, of course, the "Jesse Stone" movies.&amp;nbsp; I've loved him since "Magnum P.I".&amp;nbsp; Oh yeah, he was younger; I was younger.&amp;nbsp; He lived a lifestyle I could only dream about.&amp;nbsp; He was a ladies man.&amp;nbsp; I didn't care.&amp;nbsp; But now that we've both gotten &lt;strike&gt;older &lt;/strike&gt;better, there's just something about his mature, suave, &lt;u&gt;handsome&lt;/u&gt; persona that makes my heart flutter.&amp;nbsp;Totally, the other end of the spectrum.&amp;nbsp;So Friday night, at 8:00pm CT, no one calls, no one visits.&amp;nbsp; No one better! I will not be denied!&amp;nbsp; It's my hour to escape, to dream, to...........never mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Sometimes BH and I get on the subject of what I will do after he has passed away. It's not as morbid as it sounds.&amp;nbsp; We talk of finances, where I would live, what I would do with my life.&amp;nbsp; And he always brings up "yeah, you'll probably find yourself a big, rich woodsman to marry; you'll forget about me".&amp;nbsp; To which I reply:&amp;nbsp; "Ohhhhh Noooo.&amp;nbsp; No more men for me.&amp;nbsp; I've had enough.&amp;nbsp; No one could take your place; I wouldn't want anyone else.&amp;nbsp; I will live my life alone and stay busy with the kids and grandkids".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;But, that's unless I hear from Vincent or Tom, which I don't tell BH.&amp;nbsp; It'll just be my little secret.&amp;nbsp; Right now I'm hearing the song "To Dream the Impossible Dream......"&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Great.&amp;nbsp; That'll be stuck in my head all day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663863839622861089-1418342242758446020?l=sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/feeds/1418342242758446020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-love-vincent-donofrio.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663863839622861089/posts/default/1418342242758446020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663863839622861089/posts/default/1418342242758446020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-love-vincent-donofrio.html' title='I LOVE Vincent D&apos;Onofrio!!.........'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01650080322918612873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663863839622861089.post-6200952469234976082</id><published>2011-11-08T07:23:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T07:28:03.863-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ehhh.....My Bad.........</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;So, we met with&amp;nbsp;daughter's Social Security rep yesterday.&amp;nbsp; I was ready.....boy, was I ready.&amp;nbsp; I had every piece of documentation and more.&amp;nbsp; We sat down, she started to explain to daughter&amp;nbsp;the reason for the re-certification, and started&amp;nbsp;about why she couldn't talk to me.&amp;nbsp; Here's were I stopped her.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;"yeah, about that....I called the main SS office and talked with Mr.--------.&amp;nbsp; He said my name is indeed listed as person to share info with.&amp;nbsp; He told me to tell you it's Special Message #2.&amp;nbsp; It's been there since 2007."&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; To which she responded.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;"Yes, well, that's&amp;nbsp;just a calling center."&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; WHAAATTTT??!!&amp;nbsp; Against my better judgement and rising blood pressure, I immediately shut down; took it down a few notches.&amp;nbsp; And started listening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;She did this and that, asked some questions,&amp;nbsp;plunked away on her calculator, noticed discrepancies in daughter's SS record.&amp;nbsp; Things that were never changed in her behalf, things that were never explored previously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;It turned out all was good.&amp;nbsp; Daughter will be well taken care of for the rest of her life ----- or until the government really screws it up.&amp;nbsp; We came away very satisfied and happy that all is well.&amp;nbsp; The rep was a very nice and examined everything thoroughly.&amp;nbsp; I felt like a dufus; I was embarrassed by my previous&amp;nbsp;thoughts and voice.&amp;nbsp; But I thanked&amp;nbsp;her sincerely and shook her hand as we left.&amp;nbsp; And I hope this is a lesson I will remember.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Now, about crafters: (I'll try to be nice here, remembering my "lesson")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;When I decided to get into crafting, it was not to become a millionaire.&amp;nbsp; I was sick of seeing things I really loved, only to realize that I couldn't afford the price.&amp;nbsp; I am innovative, creative -- I know the costs of supplies; I knew I could do better for others who felt like me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;So I sallied forth.&amp;nbsp; Mostly creating my own designs, sometimes tweaking an object that appealed to me.&amp;nbsp; I took great care in all I made.&amp;nbsp; I put a lot of detail in my work; I asked a fair price.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I had great success over the years.&amp;nbsp; A lady who sold my crafts on consignment once told me my prices were too low, I should increase them.&amp;nbsp; I explained to her that I know what it costs to make a piece, I add a profit for myself, and that's it.&amp;nbsp; If something is fairly priced, I can make more money by volume, quality and variety than by pricing an object that only a few can afford.&amp;nbsp; My goal was to appeal to the masses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;And I did so for 10 years.&amp;nbsp; That's why I have a problem with those who think they can just throw any thing together, call it a craft and put a Macy's price tag on it.&amp;nbsp; No thought, no quality, no detail.&amp;nbsp; There is no &lt;u&gt;"craft" &lt;/u&gt;in the process.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;When someone says "you couldn't afford what it would cost for me to make this for you", I cringe.&amp;nbsp; Or how about "well, my supplies costs $x, and then I add my time multiplied by the hourly rate."&amp;nbsp; Whoa!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;For me, crafting has always been a love, a passion.&amp;nbsp; Something I wanted to share with others who sincerely appreciated the quality of my work; who became repeat customers, who recommended my products to&amp;nbsp;others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;The beautiful comments I received about my work, diversity and detail is something I couldn't put a price on.&amp;nbsp; Don't get me wrong --- I didn't short change myself.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The money made was very satisfactory to me and I had a lot of pride in knowing customers went away knowing they had something beautiful and they could afford it, it was fair.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; It was a &lt;u&gt;craft &lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;So that's my diatribe.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I decided to give up&amp;nbsp;creating&amp;nbsp;decorative objects&amp;nbsp;and concentrate on spinning and knitting.&amp;nbsp; So what I create, I plan to&amp;nbsp;sell.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Right now I'm&amp;nbsp;trying to stock up until the inventory is sufficient.&amp;nbsp; Hopefully, next year.&amp;nbsp; But if not then, I'll keep on with this passion that has taken over and I'm loving every minute of it.&amp;nbsp; Maybe the time will come when it'll all just be given away.&amp;nbsp; But the love that was put into every piece will fill my heart, if not my coffers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;And there you have it.&amp;nbsp; Wishing you all a beautiful, peaceful day.&amp;nbsp; And may you love whatever you're doing because it brings you happiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663863839622861089-6200952469234976082?l=sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/feeds/6200952469234976082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/2011/11/ehhhmy-bad.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663863839622861089/posts/default/6200952469234976082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663863839622861089/posts/default/6200952469234976082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/2011/11/ehhhmy-bad.html' title='Ehhh.....My Bad.........'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01650080322918612873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663863839622861089.post-4994360404862116565</id><published>2011-11-06T09:37:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T09:41:51.088-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Craft Show Update........</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Thank you Denise and Judy for your nice comments.&amp;nbsp; So here's what I have to report:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Yep. Just as I thought.&amp;nbsp; In some cases, worse.&amp;nbsp; Our school show has been reduced to a handfull of crafters; the rest were "Home Party" reps - candles, spices, jewelry and home decor.&amp;nbsp; There were a couple knit wear booths;&amp;nbsp; Mostly baby and toddler items, because they can be knitted up quickly. Plain stitches; no designs, no colorwork, no imagination. &amp;nbsp;(I'm sorry this sounds rude; I'll explain later).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;There was a couple of&amp;nbsp;piecework booths.&amp;nbsp; I say "piecework" because though the item was created from a quilt pattern, &lt;u&gt;there was no quilting done! &lt;/u&gt;The pattern blocks were sewn together and that was it.&amp;nbsp; Oh the front and back were sandwiched with batting and a border added for the finishing.&amp;nbsp; &lt;u&gt;No quilting!! &lt;/u&gt;But &lt;u&gt;quilted prices!! &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;There were a couple of floral design booths, very pretty, but outrageous prices!&amp;nbsp; Moving on........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;And, I guess the big craft this year is felted mittens.&amp;nbsp; Not knitted and felted.&amp;nbsp; But made from wool sweaters that are felted and cut from a mitten pattern and sewn together with a felted liner made the same way.&amp;nbsp; Some had a hand-whipped blanket stitch around the opening.&amp;nbsp; Yeah. They were kind of nice.&amp;nbsp; If you weren't a knitter, didn't know wool, never designed and felted your own fabric.&amp;nbsp; Mmeeoorrww...pssst....psssst.&amp;nbsp; Sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Anywho, it wasn't until the 4th and final craft show that my heart went "ZING"!&amp;nbsp; Now this was a Craft Show!!!&amp;nbsp; Oh yeah, there&amp;nbsp; were a couple of "Home Party" people, but just a couple.&amp;nbsp; The whole church hall was &lt;u&gt;packed &lt;/u&gt;with crafters and shoppers.&amp;nbsp; Just like the old days!&amp;nbsp; I was like a kid in a toy store at Christmas.&amp;nbsp; And I bought a couple of handmade pottery pieces, a &lt;u&gt;huge &lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp;covered casserole dish (for moi) and a pedestal cake plate for son's fiance, for Christmas.&amp;nbsp; Beautiful work!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I had intended on going back to the quilt vendor (place mats, table runners, pot holders) and the floral vendor (a railroad lantern w/miniture lites inside and surronded by winter florals - gorgeous!), but the pottery lady and I started talking.&amp;nbsp; She and her husband are retired art teachers.&amp;nbsp; I told her I was a spinner and knitter.&amp;nbsp; She asked me if I've been to The Tin Shack in Isle.&amp;nbsp; "No! No, I haven't, but I've heard about it".&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; "Oh, you would love it", she says.&amp;nbsp; "She sells her own wool; all her sheep have names; she's a very friendly, talkative person.&amp;nbsp; You and her could talk for hours! Besides, she's having a sale today".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I immediately forgot there were any other vendors there.&amp;nbsp; This lady had just hung a carrot on a stick in front of this donkey's face!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Well, alrighty then!!&amp;nbsp; BH says "let's go out there".&amp;nbsp; Hey, I'm already there!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Off we go.&amp;nbsp; I had a general idea where it was; the sign said "Isle 35 miles".&amp;nbsp; Ehhh, more like 50, but who's counting when there's a wool shop I haven't been to, and there's a sale!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;What a nice proprietor!!&amp;nbsp; What a cute little shop!&amp;nbsp; And yes, we did talk.....and talk......and talk.&amp;nbsp; Definitely on my "go back" list.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;So what started out to be a bummer turned into an exciting, gratifying day!&amp;nbsp; Next year we'll only be attending 1 craft show........and a very special fiber store!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I will explain my rant on crafters in the next post.&amp;nbsp; Right now I've got a bunch of things to get done.&amp;nbsp; Time is short today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;You all have a beautiful, peaceful weekend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663863839622861089-4994360404862116565?l=sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/feeds/4994360404862116565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/2011/11/craft-show-update.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663863839622861089/posts/default/4994360404862116565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663863839622861089/posts/default/4994360404862116565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/2011/11/craft-show-update.html' title='Craft Show Update........'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01650080322918612873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663863839622861089.post-1363535582314394640</id><published>2011-11-05T07:37:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T07:47:38.168-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Yeah, Baby!!.............</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Ok, this is a "gold star" moment...I got the utility room cleaned!!&amp;nbsp; A big "Yay"!! Yep. Scrubbed. Ceiling, walls, storage cabinets, shelves (even took all the stuff off, wiped everything), bookcase (did &lt;u&gt;not &lt;/u&gt;remove the all the books....5 shelves x 20 mostly hard-cover....I'm not &lt;u&gt;that &lt;/u&gt;crazy); removed and washed the window screens, washed the window, wiped all the katchki's hanging on the walls and even moved out the dryer, washing it down, wiping up the floor, washing off the vent hose.&amp;nbsp; Hung the new blind, ironed the curtains and hung them (they were washed a few weeks ago in anticipation).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Alrighty then.&amp;nbsp; And so my reward is.....today we're touring around a few towns for the annual "Deer Hunting Opener Craft Shows".&amp;nbsp; Yep. It's a big thing here.&amp;nbsp; As big as 4th of July celebrations.&amp;nbsp; The idea is, the men go hunting, the women go shopping.&amp;nbsp; Every townhall, school gym and church hall is transformed into a Crafter's Marketplace.&amp;nbsp; This should be fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;It used to be that our school was the only one to have a craft show on the hunting opener.&amp;nbsp; That was some 30 years ago.&amp;nbsp; I got into it about 18 years ago, shortly after we moved to Minnesota.&amp;nbsp; I did it for about 10 years.&amp;nbsp;It was fantastic! We had shoppers coming from the Twin Cities, Duluth, Wisonsin, and all points&amp;nbsp;N.E.W.S in&amp;nbsp;our state.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Then it seemed like every town started to jump on the bandwagon.&amp;nbsp;It didn't matter that other places had 3 or 4 craft shows a year, some even a couple of weeks or a couple of months after the Hunter's Opener.&amp;nbsp; They saw the opportunity and took it. &amp;nbsp;Competition&amp;nbsp;became fierce.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Our big buyers began to drop off, and in a town of only 400&amp;nbsp;people, minimum wage or less, that was a big hit to some of the&amp;nbsp;"big ticket" items.&amp;nbsp; People&amp;nbsp;who haven't made a "craft" since summer camp began to make stuff to sell.&amp;nbsp; And I do mean "stuff"!!&amp;nbsp; Like from the latest craft magazine.&amp;nbsp; Imagine 20 crafters all selling the same "hot" craft item for the year!&amp;nbsp; Ridiculous.&amp;nbsp; And, of course, started the pre-made, mass-market people.&amp;nbsp; They bought their China-made knick-knacks wholesale and sold them at "Craft Shows".&amp;nbsp; WTF!!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Then there was the invasion of the Avon, Mary Kay, Watkins and the Fuller Brush reps.&amp;nbsp; That's when I quit.&amp;nbsp; C'est le vie!&amp;nbsp; This was no longer a "Craft Show".&amp;nbsp; Serious, conscientious, original, detailed,truly&amp;nbsp;creative&amp;nbsp;crafters were pushed aside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;So today we will peruse the market places.&amp;nbsp; I want to see what is passing for crafts these days and what prices are.&amp;nbsp; I'm curious.&amp;nbsp; I also need a good laugh and a "tch, tch, tch" head shaking.&amp;nbsp; Maybe I'll be surprised.&amp;nbsp; That would be great.&amp;nbsp; I&amp;nbsp;will have a few bucks in&amp;nbsp;my wallet, just in case.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663863839622861089-1363535582314394640?l=sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/feeds/1363535582314394640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/2011/11/oh-yeah-baby.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663863839622861089/posts/default/1363535582314394640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663863839622861089/posts/default/1363535582314394640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/2011/11/oh-yeah-baby.html' title='Oh Yeah, Baby!!.............'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01650080322918612873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663863839622861089.post-580800462449904268</id><published>2011-11-03T08:33:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T08:36:07.691-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ehhhh.......No Thanks..........</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Ehhh. Yeah. So I went to the NaBloPoMo website, perused a bit, and signed up.&amp;nbsp; Went back and perused more, reading thoroughly (as much as my brain would allow), checked different links.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Ummm......nah.&amp;nbsp; Never mind.&amp;nbsp; Too much work.&amp;nbsp; I don't like contests; I don't like "chats"; I really don't have time for all that fiddlin' around.&amp;nbsp; Not for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;So that's the end of that venture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Anywho, we never made it to the recycling center yesterday because a pressing issue came up Tuesday night.&amp;nbsp; My handicapped daughter called to say she got a phone message from Social Security, informing her she missed her appointment Monday; they've been trying to reach her numerous times; and unless she contacts them in the next 2 days, her benefits will be terminated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Holy Shit!! Now my blood is starting to boil; my stomach is doing flips; I am &lt;u&gt;pissed!&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp; Daughter is very upset, to say the least.&amp;nbsp; She tells me there has never been missed calls from them; she checks her caller ID every day, even if the light's not blinking.&amp;nbsp; They said they sent her a letter about the appointment; she doesn't remember receiving a letter.&amp;nbsp; "Ok. I'll call them tomorrow and get this straightened out", says I.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Daughter calls me back a bit later.&amp;nbsp; She found the letter.&amp;nbsp; Yep. Dated Oct. 6; scheduled appointment for Oct. 31.&amp;nbsp; Aaarrrrgggghhhh. I never received a copy of the letter, which I am supposed to get copies of anything sent to her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;So, I begin the foray of contacting SS and arranging for another appointment, and finding out what it's all about and what she needs to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;After many attempts to reach the office - phone number that rings and turns into a FAX machine whistle and excessive pinging; automated recordings that &lt;u&gt;have nothing to do with what I'm calling about &lt;/u&gt;and give me no other options; an extension number for the contact person, that, when&amp;nbsp;her phone is&amp;nbsp;answered&amp;nbsp; on the other end, suddenly disconnects; and when I &lt;u&gt;do &lt;/u&gt;get through, it's her voice mail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;So I leave a message, hoping she'll return my call within a half hour. &lt;u&gt;Hehehehe!!!&lt;/u&gt; Never happened.&amp;nbsp; At 1:00, I call again.&amp;nbsp; She answers.&amp;nbsp; Hear the "Halleluja Chorus"????&amp;nbsp; So I start to explain the situation, telling her that I am the mother, I'm listed as the contact/share info person.&amp;nbsp; After a few seconds of her checking my daughter's account, SS woman tells me &lt;u&gt;I am not listed.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;And here we go:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;"I have been her contact person for many, many years.&amp;nbsp; How did I get unlisted?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;SS rep: "Well, we've changed systems and there are new rules that now apply"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;ME: "But I still receive a copy of her monthly benefits statement every month"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;SS rep: "It's probably a glitch in the computer system.&amp;nbsp; The only way you can be re-instated as the contact person is you would have to apply to be her "Payee".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;ME: "No. no. no. no.&amp;nbsp; I have NEVER been her Payee.&amp;nbsp; She's been on SSI for many, many years.&amp;nbsp; I don't understand why this is such a big problem now!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;(Ok. Take it down a notch. You're speaking with a govenment rep who has the power to screw up your daughter's life.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;ME: "So what do we do? Can we schedule another appointment? What does she need to bring in?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;SS rep: "Yes, we'll reschedule.&amp;nbsp; You can come in with your daughter.&amp;nbsp; She will have to bring in 2 years of xyz and 1 month of abc."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Done.&amp;nbsp; Rescheduled.&amp;nbsp; But I'm not through.&amp;nbsp; Later that afternoon I try to call back to speak with a supervisor.&amp;nbsp; Of course.&amp;nbsp; Automated recordings; none of my subject; "I'm sorry. I cannot understand what you are asking for. Perhaps if I list the categories......." (automated recording).&amp;nbsp;And there is a waiting time of 20 minutes before a rep may answer. &amp;nbsp;I try the&amp;nbsp;main phone number.&amp;nbsp; I just want to ask a question.&amp;nbsp; "Enter your SS number".......I hang up. I'm shaking with rage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I go to the website.&amp;nbsp; After much bally-who, I finally find that the main office is open at&amp;nbsp;7:00am. Ah Ha!!! That's the ticket.&amp;nbsp; I will be calling at 7:01!!&amp;nbsp; And I did. I got a very, very nice and apologetic rep.&amp;nbsp; He found it immediately.&amp;nbsp; I AM listed as a contact person, and have been since 2007.&amp;nbsp; How do I tell this woman at our SS office how to find this information?&amp;nbsp; He gives me the "special message" number and section where it's located.&amp;nbsp; "It's right there", he tells me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Haaalllleeeeluja!&amp;nbsp; Haaallleeeluja!!! Thank you! Thank you!&amp;nbsp; He was soooo helpful, answered a few more questions, gave me some other information.&amp;nbsp; But he apologized -- for the threatening phone call daughter received, and for the local rep's carelessness.&amp;nbsp; He apologized!&amp;nbsp; You know, sometimes that's all you need to feel vindicated; to feel human again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;So, come Monday morning, I will have all my ducks in a row, all the information required, the inside scoop.&amp;nbsp; I will be loaded for bear!&amp;nbsp; And there might even be a request to speak with the Supervisor.&amp;nbsp; Oh yeah. I will get my 2 pounds of flesh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I'm thorough that way.&amp;nbsp; Haaalllleeejjjuaaa!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663863839622861089-580800462449904268?l=sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/feeds/580800462449904268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/2011/11/ehhhhno-thanks.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663863839622861089/posts/default/580800462449904268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663863839622861089/posts/default/580800462449904268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/2011/11/ehhhhno-thanks.html' title='Ehhhh.......No Thanks..........'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01650080322918612873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663863839622861089.post-4376141168278205921</id><published>2011-11-02T08:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T08:21:16.074-05:00</updated><title type='text'>NaBloPoMo.......What????.........</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;So I've been seeing this on everyone's blog: NaBloPoMo (did I get that right?) I had no idea what the heck this meant.&amp;nbsp; It took me several blog sites to finally see what the hub-bub was about.&amp;nbsp; Oooohhhh. Ok. I'm game.&amp;nbsp; I guess we're supposed to blog every day for the month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Ok.&amp;nbsp; I've just finished writing out some bills; gathered the rest which will have to be paid next week.&amp;nbsp; Because for #1: we had to order propane last week.&amp;nbsp; Usually get 200 gallons; it lasts us 2 years!&amp;nbsp; But this time it had to be only 100 gallons...because.....it's $2.64 a gallon!!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Of course, BH has to remind me that when we first bought the house, 20 years ago, we were paying $.78 a gallon.&amp;nbsp; That's &lt;u&gt;seventy-eight cents&lt;/u&gt;. What the Hell!!!&amp;nbsp; Oh, and then there's the separate bill from the propane company for the service call.....when I thought I smelled gas.....yeah. $85.00....to tell me my imagination was getting away with me.&amp;nbsp; Well, it's cheaper than a psychologist to tell me that,&amp;nbsp;so I guess I came out on top on this one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Oh. And #2:&amp;nbsp; I get my first Social Security check next week!!! Yahooooo!!!&amp;nbsp; Big money, big money!!!&amp;nbsp; Ehhhh, yeah.&amp;nbsp; That should be enough to pay the rest of the bills.&amp;nbsp; I hope there's money left over for Thanksgiving grocery shopping.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; No. Really.&amp;nbsp; Thank God the freezer is full; won't need any groceries til then.&amp;nbsp; And we don't mind eating leftovers.....and more leftovers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;We're taking a trip today....to the aluminum recycling center.&amp;nbsp; BH has 4 big bags of cans and stuff.&amp;nbsp; They're paying $.52 per pound.&amp;nbsp; Hey, every little bit helps!&amp;nbsp; Maybe it'll be enough to cover the &lt;u&gt;gas&lt;/u&gt; we'll use to get there....50 miles .....one way.&amp;nbsp; BH's thought is that he's getting rid of them; making room in the basement.....for more wood.&amp;nbsp; Okey dokey, then.&amp;nbsp; Whatever floats your boat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Let's see....what else is going on.......nothing.&amp;nbsp; More spinning, of course.&amp;nbsp; And knitting.&amp;nbsp; I did take some pictures yesterday; want to take more before I post them.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Soon........pretty soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;You all have a great day!&amp;nbsp; And remember: NaBloPoMo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663863839622861089-4376141168278205921?l=sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/feeds/4376141168278205921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/2011/11/nablopomowhat.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663863839622861089/posts/default/4376141168278205921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663863839622861089/posts/default/4376141168278205921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/2011/11/nablopomowhat.html' title='NaBloPoMo.......What????.........'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01650080322918612873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663863839622861089.post-7646811643567876070</id><published>2011-11-01T06:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T06:14:35.208-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Exactly.........</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Well we had a good time at the casino.&amp;nbsp; We were there a little over an hour.&amp;nbsp; No big money.&amp;nbsp; No surprise.&amp;nbsp; But......I got my free card swipe; you could win $5 - $500.&amp;nbsp; Pick 1 of 4 pumpkins; I picked #4.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;u&gt;$100!!&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; That's right.&amp;nbsp; I won $100!!&amp;nbsp; BH won $5.00.&amp;nbsp; That's five dollars. Hehehehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;And the best part ---- I didn't spend a dime of it in the casino! Walked out with my money.&amp;nbsp; I did, however, have $15.00 in free play coupons.&amp;nbsp; Oh yeah. That I played the slots with.&amp;nbsp; &lt;u&gt;Their &lt;/u&gt;money; not mine.&amp;nbsp; It did cost me $2.00 though.&amp;nbsp; You have to put a dollar in the machine to activate your free money!&amp;nbsp; I messed up the first time and had to put another dollar in.&amp;nbsp; Thank goodness I had 2 bucks on me!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;So on the way home, we stopped for gas:&amp;nbsp; $20.00&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Then I had to buy coffee on sale at a discount store,&amp;nbsp;$8.00 a can x 3 cans:&amp;nbsp; $24.00&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;And pick up a couple of things at the grocery store: $19.00&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;My net winnings: $37.00.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Easy come; easy go.&amp;nbsp; I'm putting that away for the next trip.&amp;nbsp; Afterall, it's still &lt;u&gt;their &lt;/u&gt;money!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663863839622861089-7646811643567876070?l=sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/feeds/7646811643567876070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/2011/11/not-exactly.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663863839622861089/posts/default/7646811643567876070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663863839622861089/posts/default/7646811643567876070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/2011/11/not-exactly.html' title='Not Exactly.........'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01650080322918612873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663863839622861089.post-3986643327262017549</id><published>2011-10-31T07:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T07:49:43.543-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Housework Be Damned!...........</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;You can probably figure out what that's all about.&amp;nbsp;This is going to be my new&amp;nbsp;mantra.&amp;nbsp; Actually, it's always been my mantra. I'm admitting it to all the world right now.&amp;nbsp;Yeah. Didn't do it. I did manage to thoroughly clean through the place on Thursday.&amp;nbsp; That felt &lt;u&gt;really &lt;/u&gt;good.&amp;nbsp; But that's it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I did finish spinning the navy blue merino. Then started on 8 oz. of painted roving - Targhee.&amp;nbsp; Never spun Targhee before. Despite that it felt kind of &lt;u&gt;felted &lt;/u&gt;as I was stripping it apart, rolling the strips into coils, it drafts and&amp;nbsp;spins beautifully.&amp;nbsp; Nice and soft.&amp;nbsp; And the colors!! Omg!! It's called "Indian Corn"; deep red, orange, peach, navy blue, dark teal and brown.&amp;nbsp; I have a project in mind for the yarn when it's done.....&lt;u&gt;when it's done &lt;/u&gt;.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I'm going to ply it with the navy blue and a copper that I recently purchased.&amp;nbsp; Gotta spin the copper.&amp;nbsp; Hope to get pictures posted sometime this week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;My 2 shades of blue still need to be plied; 8 bobbins full.&amp;nbsp; I think I'm going to attempt a sweater with a white Norwegian design across the chest and shoulders.&amp;nbsp; Never done that before, but I love the designs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I washed the poncho,&amp;nbsp;the black shawl and a pair of socks.&amp;nbsp; Had the shawl all pinned and blocked.&amp;nbsp; Going to take a picture.&amp;nbsp; Then son is coming up for fishing.&amp;nbsp; Had to fold it up and put it away.&amp;nbsp; It was laid out in the spare bedroom.&amp;nbsp; I will get pictures this week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Yesterday I got off my arse and made 2 chicken pot pies.&amp;nbsp; One for supper; one for the freezer.&amp;nbsp; The freezers are getting well stocked.&amp;nbsp; Nothing makes me happier than thinking "what to have for supper? Let's see what I can pull out of the freezer".&amp;nbsp; Love it!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Today BH and I are going to the casino!&amp;nbsp; I have birthday coupons for free plays and gifts!&amp;nbsp; He says we won't spend any money, just use the free dollars worth the casino is giving us.&amp;nbsp; Yeah.&amp;nbsp; We'll see how that goes.&amp;nbsp; Here's hoping we walk out with more than we walked in with!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Son from the Cities and his friend&amp;nbsp;were supposed to come up for fishing this past weekend.&amp;nbsp; Didn't happen.&amp;nbsp; His company was moving to a new building and everyone was helping.&amp;nbsp; Plus both he and friend's finances were stretched somewhat; so they decided it was undoable.&amp;nbsp; But we didn't get a phone call on Friday or Saturday morning informing us of such.&amp;nbsp; And I didn't call to find out if they were coming up or not.&amp;nbsp; I just kept my fingers crossed and hoped for the best.&amp;nbsp; I have not been in the mood for entertaining for quite some time now.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;So that's the end of trout season for them.&amp;nbsp; Try again next year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Anywho, spinning for at least an hour every morning; got another pair of socks started; bed made, dishes done, laundry put away, garbage wrapped up to be taken out.&amp;nbsp; Some breakfast, get dressed, gather up my coupons and we're off.&amp;nbsp; Just for a couple of hours; we won't spend any of &lt;u&gt;our &lt;/u&gt;money.&amp;nbsp; And hopefully come home with a bundle!!&amp;nbsp; A girl can dream!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Hope everyone has a great day.&amp;nbsp; Happy Halloween!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663863839622861089-3986643327262017549?l=sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/feeds/3986643327262017549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/2011/10/housework-be-damned.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663863839622861089/posts/default/3986643327262017549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663863839622861089/posts/default/3986643327262017549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/2011/10/housework-be-damned.html' title='Housework Be Damned!...........'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01650080322918612873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663863839622861089.post-6932235154960392242</id><published>2011-10-24T07:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T07:50:28.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Beginnings.........</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;It's the beginning of a new week.&amp;nbsp; Not to be deterred by forces beyond my control, new plans are in order.&amp;nbsp; Well, not &lt;u&gt;new&lt;/u&gt; plans.&amp;nbsp; More like &lt;u&gt;replanning&lt;/u&gt; what took a detour last week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Because of BH's injury last Monday, my schedule of things to get done --- didn't. I spent the week keeping him company and waiting on him.&amp;nbsp; As of yesterday, though, he's been up and about.&amp;nbsp; Not too much, just what he can endure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Saturday I put on a &lt;u&gt;big&lt;/u&gt; pot of chili.&amp;nbsp; Turned out pretty darn good, if I do say so.&amp;nbsp; Cleaned the coffee pot ( you know - the vinegar and baking soda thing), changed the bed linens and straightened up the house.&amp;nbsp; Oh.&amp;nbsp; I also had to go get a couple of boxes of firewood and bring it in the house.&amp;nbsp; And take out the accumulated recyclables to the storage boxes.&amp;nbsp; Not my regular jobs.&amp;nbsp; Of which I informed BH:&amp;nbsp; "I don't like doing your jobs; I don't like going outside; I don't like 'messy' things to do; I have enough of my own work to do".&amp;nbsp; I did say it with a smile on my face and a chuckle in my voice.&amp;nbsp; Seriously, a gal's gotta do what a gal's gotta do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Oh yeah.&amp;nbsp; Son who was coming up for fishing this past weekend (and unknown to him, the aforementioned "man's work", wound up with some health problems and a doctor's appointment.&amp;nbsp; Remember --- "it's always something".&amp;nbsp; So a call was placed to other son who lives up here.&amp;nbsp; Set to come out Saturday and take care of the firewood for us.&amp;nbsp; But ---- no show.&amp;nbsp; He called yesterday to say that he's been down with some bug for a few days.&amp;nbsp; "It's always something".&amp;nbsp; Gotta get a t-shirt made with that slogan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Yesterday it rained most of the day.&amp;nbsp; BH was taking his hike around the house. Ever so slowly and with much caution.&amp;nbsp; Hanging onto walls and furniture.&amp;nbsp; But he did ok.&amp;nbsp; He even managed to sit at the dining room table for breakfast, which hasn't been done in almost a week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Anywho, took the free time to scrub out the refrigerator and freezer.&amp;nbsp; Took all the drawers and shelves out, washed everything, threw away questionable condiments.&amp;nbsp; Then I made a pan of apple crisp; went to the store for a couple of things; made BBQ pork chops, boiled potatoes, green beans and applesauce for supper.&amp;nbsp; Yum!&amp;nbsp; Did up the dishes, cleaned up the kitchen and we settled in to watch the mystery series on PBS.&amp;nbsp; Nobody does mysteries like the British!!&amp;nbsp; I try never to miss one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Today, on the agenda --- I'm seriously going to attempt to get the utility room scrubbed.&amp;nbsp; I've gotta get back to the Fall cleaning.&amp;nbsp; This is my last big, laborious&amp;nbsp;room to do.&amp;nbsp; Then it's just the hallway, bathroom and small guest/wool room.&amp;nbsp; Oh, and then to go back and do regular cleaning in all the other rooms that haven't been touched since they were power scrubbed some weeks ago.&amp;nbsp; Dust?&amp;nbsp; Oh yeah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I'm still working on the navy blue merino.&amp;nbsp; Thought I had just a couple of ounces to finish spinning last week.&amp;nbsp; Then, low and behold, I found another 4 ounces that had been set aside.&amp;nbsp; Crap.&amp;nbsp; So I try to get an hour and a half at the wheel each morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Then there's the burgundy socks.&amp;nbsp; I finished one using a complementary burgundy/grey for the heel and toe.&amp;nbsp; Ah, but I put the toe stitches on holders.&amp;nbsp; I've learned this lesson some time ago.&amp;nbsp; So, onto the second sock.&amp;nbsp; Get to the heel, start with the bur/grey, and realize that the heel is way too thick.&amp;nbsp; I really don't like this yarn.&amp;nbsp; Plus, I don't think there's enough of it to complete the heel and toe.&amp;nbsp; Crap.&amp;nbsp; Rip.&amp;nbsp; Yep.&amp;nbsp; Rip the first sock too.&amp;nbsp; Continue with just the burgundy for the whole sock - both of them.&amp;nbsp; So the one that &lt;u&gt;was&lt;/u&gt; done is on stitch holders at the leg, and continuing on the second sock ---- which will now be the &lt;u&gt;first &lt;/u&gt;sock to be done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;The poncho, shawl and another pair of socks are still sitting on the coffee table, waiting to be washed.&amp;nbsp; Maybe next week.&amp;nbsp; After the house cleaning is done. Hehehehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663863839622861089-6932235154960392242?l=sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/feeds/6932235154960392242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/2011/10/new-beginnings.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663863839622861089/posts/default/6932235154960392242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663863839622861089/posts/default/6932235154960392242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/2011/10/new-beginnings.html' title='New Beginnings.........'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01650080322918612873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663863839622861089.post-7170333318093384503</id><published>2011-10-19T07:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T06:14:08.187-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Always Something........</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;"As my father always used to say: Roseanne Rosanna Danna, it's always something".........Gilda Radner character on Saturday Night Live&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Thinking of that character and the skit cracks me up every time.&amp;nbsp; I even repeat it when things around here get &lt;u&gt;nuts!&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; And nuts they are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Monday was the day I planned on getting back to the housecleaning.&amp;nbsp; And I did.&amp;nbsp; Worked on the kitchen all day.&amp;nbsp; Scrubbed the ceiling, walls, countertop tiles, cupboards.&amp;nbsp; Moved out the fridge and stove, cleaned behind them, washed them both down.&amp;nbsp; Washed the curtain and odds and ends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;The stove was the last to be moved because.......it's the worst.&amp;nbsp; Never know what I'm going to find back there and what spills have accumulated down the sides of the thing.&amp;nbsp; I have to muster up some courage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Not too bad, actually.&amp;nbsp; Being that I just did this last Summer, not bad.&amp;nbsp; So all washed, I proceed to wiping up the floor behind it.&amp;nbsp; Wait a minute.....there's a strange smell.&amp;nbsp; I'm sniffing all around like a hound dog on the scent.&amp;nbsp; Aha....it's coming from the connection of the gas pipe into the stove.&amp;nbsp; A very small whiff of gas.&amp;nbsp; Sniffing down the gas line, the in-house connection.....definitely coming from the stove.&amp;nbsp; Panic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Go explain the situation to BH.&amp;nbsp; He never panics.&amp;nbsp; Everything is ok; don't worry; what're you going to do about it; where's the money coming from......yada, yada, yada.&amp;nbsp; Surprisingly, he was very supportive.&amp;nbsp; "well call the gas company if it'll make you feel comfortable".&amp;nbsp; And so I did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Well, the tech can't come out until Tuesday.&amp;nbsp; What should I do in the meantime...the stove is sitting in the middle of the kitchen.&amp;nbsp; "Is there a shut-off valve?"&amp;nbsp; Yes there is.&amp;nbsp; "Go ahead and turn off the valve".&amp;nbsp; Okey dokey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;He came out yesterday afternoon.&amp;nbsp; Checked everything.&amp;nbsp; Took the whole oven apart, saying sometimes the oven valve doesn't close all the way when you turn the oven off.&amp;nbsp; Nothing.&amp;nbsp; No leaks.&amp;nbsp; Checked all the connections, using his handy-dandy soap mixture.&amp;nbsp; Explaining that any leak would cause the soap mixture to turn black.&amp;nbsp; Nothing.&amp;nbsp; Well, that's a good thing.&amp;nbsp; Except now I look like a nut job.&amp;nbsp; I tell him the smell of gas makes me very nervous.&amp;nbsp; Still don't know where the smell was coming from, but I will definitely stay alert.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Now I had planned on attacking the utility room Tuesday.&amp;nbsp; That was put on hold.&amp;nbsp; Another day that puts my plans behind.&amp;nbsp; Ok. Ok. No problem.&amp;nbsp; There's plenty of time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;So, finished with the kitchen, it's time to clean up and relax til supper.&amp;nbsp; As I'm walking out the door to empty the cleaning bucket, I hear this crash.&amp;nbsp; What the hell fell over?&amp;nbsp; Look around the corner.......there's BH laying on his back on the kitchen floor.&amp;nbsp; Stunned, dazed and a bit shocked.&amp;nbsp; Oh my God!&amp;nbsp; Oh my God!&amp;nbsp; "I'm ok", he says.&amp;nbsp; "My leg fell asleep but I thought it would be ok if I got up and walked.&amp;nbsp; Just let me lay here for a minute.&amp;nbsp; I think I twisted my ankle".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I got him up and into the family room, to the recliner, with much effort.&amp;nbsp; He definitely was having a bad time walking.&amp;nbsp; Within an hour, the ankle and foot are swollen 3x it's normal size.&amp;nbsp; What's that?&amp;nbsp; Take him to the doctor?&amp;nbsp; Maybe even Urgent Care?&amp;nbsp;............Don't be silly!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;He had a very uncomfortable night Monday.&amp;nbsp; Yesterday he spent in the recliner, leg up, ice bags and ibuprophen.&amp;nbsp; I went to the storage house and dug out the walker.&amp;nbsp; So he used that to get to the bathroom.&amp;nbsp; We'll see what today brings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;The background to this is he was diagnosed with &lt;u&gt;polyneuropathy&lt;/u&gt; some 4 yrs ago.&amp;nbsp;The sheathing around the&amp;nbsp;nerves in his legs is disintegrating, leaving the nerves exposed.&amp;nbsp; Doctor said it's like stripping the insulation from an electric cord and having the wires exposed.&amp;nbsp; So sometimes the nerves don't&amp;nbsp;make proper connections.&amp;nbsp; All caused by his body producing too many antibodies.&amp;nbsp;He underwent 6 months of&amp;nbsp;plasma pheresis&amp;nbsp;(using a dialysis machine).&amp;nbsp; Did not work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;So for the past 6 months, there have been changes.&amp;nbsp; He falls a lot more now.&amp;nbsp; He also has a "dropped foot" as one of the effects; he has to remember to pick his foot up when walking, or he trips on his toes.&amp;nbsp; And his hands shake a lot.&amp;nbsp; He has to concentrate when picking something up...like a cup of coffee or dinner plate.&amp;nbsp; It will shake right out of his hands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I sat with him all day yesterday; helping him get to the bathroom, bringing food and drink, changing the ice bags, keeping the woodstove fired up.&amp;nbsp; Today I'm going to attempt cleaning the utility room.&amp;nbsp; Because it's off the family room and I can watch him and hear him from there.&amp;nbsp; Wish me luck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Son is coming up for fishing this weekend.&amp;nbsp; So he thinks.&amp;nbsp; Little does he know he's going to be enlisted to do some work outside.&amp;nbsp; Bring more wood into the house, put the lawn furniture away and maybe start putting the hay down around the house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Thursday I have to go into town for a meeting with daughter's helpers.&amp;nbsp; I had planned on spending the day with her, doing a few things around her apartment.&amp;nbsp; That ain't gonna happen.&amp;nbsp; I'll have to get home as soon as possible.&amp;nbsp; So.....that means another day will have to be set aside and another trip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;It's always something.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663863839622861089-7170333318093384503?l=sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/feeds/7170333318093384503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/2011/10/its-always-something.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663863839622861089/posts/default/7170333318093384503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663863839622861089/posts/default/7170333318093384503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/2011/10/its-always-something.html' title='It&apos;s Always Something........'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01650080322918612873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663863839622861089.post-6936159545706329594</id><published>2011-10-16T18:21:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T18:32:35.278-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thoughts.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Friday, Oct 14:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;***I've woke up at 4:00am; 3 1/2 hours of sleep.&amp;nbsp; This is getting to be a regular occurance.&amp;nbsp; Don't know why.&amp;nbsp; So I spin for about 2 hours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;***Thursday I brought out the dehydrator, cleaned it up, washed the trays.&amp;nbsp; It hasn't seen the light of day in....12 years or so(?)&amp;nbsp; And proceeded to wash and prepare Gala apples.&amp;nbsp; They were on sale this week.&amp;nbsp; 10# for $10.&amp;nbsp; I bought 5#s because my best intentions somehow get way-laid.&amp;nbsp; Dried 5 of the 12 apples, because that's all that would fit on the trays.&amp;nbsp; It amounted to a couple of handsful.&amp;nbsp; I will do another 5 apples today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;***I made a &lt;u&gt;huge&lt;/u&gt; soup pot full of beef/barley soup also on Thursday.&amp;nbsp; 1/2 is now in the freezer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;***Today my plan is to make Chicken Chow Mein for supper, freezing 1/2 again.&amp;nbsp; Maaaayybbeee......Apple Struedel.&amp;nbsp; I also want to put all the fans away; A/C's went out some weeks ago.&amp;nbsp; And bring out the winter clothes, put the summer ones away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;***Monday I will make a soup pot full of Chili.&amp;nbsp; Same procedure.....1/2 for the freezer.&amp;nbsp; I also want to get started on finishing the Fall cleaning.&amp;nbsp; Nope. Haven't done it yet.&amp;nbsp; Hopefully it won't turn into "Christmas" cleaning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;***I am now knitting the edging of the shawl.&amp;nbsp; 6 more rows to go.&amp;nbsp; And it's done.&amp;nbsp; Then wash and block, along with the poncho and a pair of socks that have been patiently waiting for..... weeks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;***Just about done spinning the navy blue Merino.&amp;nbsp; Maybe 3 oz. more to go.&amp;nbsp; Intended to be plied with 2 shades of blue.&amp;nbsp; But the more I look at it, and the blues, I'm thinking there's a painted roving that the navy could be better plied with and just do the 2 blues together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;***However, that requires spinning the painted roving.&amp;nbsp; Which I'm really getting psyched about spinning.&amp;nbsp; It's a beautiful coloration.&amp;nbsp; It'll make great socks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I had to put this post on hold Friday.&amp;nbsp; Now it continues:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;***I did not make the apple streudel.&amp;nbsp; But I did make a pan of fudgey brownies with delicious chocolate buttercream frosting!&amp;nbsp; Mmmmm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;***Did not put summer clothes away or bring out the winter ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;***Not too sure about the Chili tomorrow.&amp;nbsp; Maybe later in the week.&amp;nbsp; Did do the Chicken Chow Mein, though.&amp;nbsp; Leftovers tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;***Still working on the navy blue Merino.&amp;nbsp; Getting there......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;***BH worked on the car all yesterday.&amp;nbsp; It quit on me when I went into town Wednesday.&amp;nbsp; Luckily, across from our auto repair shop!&amp;nbsp; Our very nice mechanic came over and jumped it; it started; "thank you so much" and off I went, on to the grocery store.&amp;nbsp; But when I turned the corner, all the dash lights came on, blinking wildly, and the annoying "ding-ding-ding" of the seat belt alarm wouldn't quit.&amp;nbsp; I turned around, went back to the repair shop and told him we better make an appointment.&amp;nbsp; Thursday, 1:30.&amp;nbsp; Came home, turned the car off, turned the key --- nothing.&amp;nbsp; Deader than a doormouse (whatever that means).&amp;nbsp; BH put the slow trickle charger on it for hours.&amp;nbsp; Nada.&amp;nbsp; Thursday he did it again for longer.&amp;nbsp; 1:15 ---- nothing.&amp;nbsp; Call the shop and cancel.&amp;nbsp; We just might need a new battery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;***Today we took off for the big town, to the farm/feed/auto store (it's &lt;u&gt;not &lt;/u&gt;the Cities!)&amp;nbsp; and bought the battery.&amp;nbsp; Tomorrow he will install it and hopefully we'll have our car again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;***I finished the shawl this afternoon.&amp;nbsp; Just have to weave in the ends.&amp;nbsp; It looks good! Can't wait to wash and block it.&amp;nbsp; It will relax the lace pattern and probably be a lot bigger than it looks now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;***On to finishing the socks.........oh. yeah. Tomorrow is Monday.&amp;nbsp; Back to Fall cleaning.&amp;nbsp; Crap.&amp;nbsp; Maybe something else will come up that will call for us to make another trip.&amp;nbsp; Somewhere.&amp;nbsp; To kill most of the day.&amp;nbsp; And then I'll knit tomorrow night while watching "Castle".&amp;nbsp; And reschedule for Tuesday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663863839622861089-6936159545706329594?l=sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/feeds/6936159545706329594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/2011/10/random-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663863839622861089/posts/default/6936159545706329594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663863839622861089/posts/default/6936159545706329594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/2011/10/random-thoughts.html' title='Random Thoughts.......'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01650080322918612873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663863839622861089.post-3968509129919553005</id><published>2011-10-15T06:24:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T06:29:17.021-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Chapter Ends...........</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Yesterday BH and I drove 40 miles to drop off his "fishing" car.&amp;nbsp; A 1984 Olds Custom Cruiser station wagon; purchased 7 years ago for the purpose of....fishing.&amp;nbsp; Something to throw the 12' row boat on top of the roof, load all the gear in the back and off he would go.&amp;nbsp; This was his 3rd fishing vehicle over the past 20 years.&amp;nbsp; Sadly, it's his last.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;It also did double duty for hauling logs out of the woods.&amp;nbsp; Stacked to the inside roof, back end just a few inches from the ground, BH would come home with a few weeks worth of wood to be cut and split, keeping us toasty warm during the unrelenting winter.&amp;nbsp; So proud of himself!&amp;nbsp; He's my Hero!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;And then there was our son and grandson.&amp;nbsp; When their car was laid up for one reason or another, or totally out of commission needing to be replaced, the 1984 wagon was loaned to them....sometimes for months....many times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;All it ever needed in the years we had it was a couple of tires and a battery.&amp;nbsp; But then things started going wrong.&amp;nbsp; Wipers no longer worked; radio, nada; brakes were questionable; A/C non-existent; 3 of the 4 windows no longer powered down.&amp;nbsp; The interior was torn and tattered, dents on the body were showing signs of extreme rust, moulding was missing from many areas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;A few months ago, we had a serious discussion about selling the 14' motor boat and trailer.&amp;nbsp; His fishing days have taken a nose-dive this past season, and I sensed that something was amiss.&amp;nbsp; He hadn't hitched the motor boat up at all this past summer, and he finally admitted that it was getting to be a chore to put the row boat on top of the car, take it off, put it up and take it off again.&amp;nbsp; I still don't know what the deal was with not wanting to hitch up the bigger boat.&amp;nbsp; But some things are better left unknown!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Last week I heard him on the phone with son discussing the boat.&amp;nbsp; When he got off the phone, he told me son's friend would give him $100 for the car.&amp;nbsp; A few days later,&amp;nbsp;BH tells me son's employer would give $150 for it.&amp;nbsp; He intends to strip it down and sell for scrap metal.&amp;nbsp; The deal was set.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;So BH spent Wednesday and Thursday cleaning the old girl out, wiping down the interior (I had to turn away, lest he hear me chuckling when he told me this)&amp;nbsp;and preparing it for the final ride.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;We dropped it off; he removed the license plates, and said his final "thank you" for years of service and a last goodbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;We talked of all the things she had done for us on the way home; how what we paid for her,&amp;nbsp;spread out&amp;nbsp;over the 7 years, had given us our money's worth many times over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;When we got home, I immediately called the insurance agent and had her delete it &amp;nbsp;from our policy.&amp;nbsp; The agent and I had a good laugh when I told her the car had finally given up the ghost.&amp;nbsp; "Finally" was the word that gave us both belly laughs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Now we'll see what next Spring has in store.&amp;nbsp; It just may be that the motor boat/trailer are the next to go -- to be sold.&amp;nbsp; And BH will be with me every day......all day.&amp;nbsp; No getting away; no reprieve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;It will be the end of another chapter and the beginning of a new one......the 2 of us.....24/7.....&lt;u&gt;all year.&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp; I wonder if I could interest him in joining some sort of Senior Citizen's group that goes on day trips.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663863839622861089-3968509129919553005?l=sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/feeds/3968509129919553005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/2011/10/another-chapter-ends.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663863839622861089/posts/default/3968509129919553005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663863839622861089/posts/default/3968509129919553005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/2011/10/another-chapter-ends.html' title='Another Chapter Ends...........'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01650080322918612873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663863839622861089.post-5596059323469297845</id><published>2011-10-09T06:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T06:31:31.669-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cancelling a Negative with a Positive........</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;So, we didn't go to the Wisconsin Apple Fest.&amp;nbsp; It was &lt;u&gt;very &lt;/u&gt;windy (30+mph) and rain off and on.&amp;nbsp; Besides which, I think I'm coming down with something; little sore throat, congestion, achy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's the negative.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;While sitting, watching TV, BH says, "ya know, we should tell the kids we're going away more often; no phone ringing off the hook today".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It was peaceful and quiet.&amp;nbsp; We had TV dinners for supper and watched "Gone With the Wind" in its entirety.&amp;nbsp; Straight through......no phone interruptions.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And that's the positive.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663863839622861089-5596059323469297845?l=sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/feeds/5596059323469297845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/2011/10/cancelling-negative-with-positive.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663863839622861089/posts/default/5596059323469297845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663863839622861089/posts/default/5596059323469297845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/2011/10/cancelling-negative-with-positive.html' title='Cancelling a Negative with a Positive........'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01650080322918612873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663863839622861089.post-6126079297746636079</id><published>2011-10-07T06:55:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T06:56:24.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching Up.............</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Omg, the weather here has been absolutely gorgeous! Buutttt........in the 80's??!! No. no. no. Not in the Fall, please!&amp;nbsp; And so it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Last week I finally got all the yard work done.&amp;nbsp; It took me 3 days to cut down the perennials, put the statues and lights away, empty and rinse the planters and finish the weedwhacking.&amp;nbsp; 3 days!&amp;nbsp; I used to be able to do all that in a day.&amp;nbsp; C'est le vie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Then there were the apples.&amp;nbsp; About 30#s this year from our tree.&amp;nbsp; Haralsons. So those were peeled, cored, sliced and frozen.&amp;nbsp; 5 - 1 gal.&amp;nbsp;freezer bags.&amp;nbsp; A decent haul!&amp;nbsp; There probably would've been 40#s, but the deer discovered them just as we were figuring picking would be by the end of the week.&amp;nbsp; They caused us to move picking up a few days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Last Saturday was my birthday.&amp;nbsp; You know what that means.&amp;nbsp; 4 more weeks and I start receiving the BIG MONEY!!&amp;nbsp; I will officially be a "senior citizen on social security"; you know. The ones the government says are ruining the country. Me. A rebel.&amp;nbsp; Who knew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I&amp;nbsp; was reading some topics in Ravelry and came upon a lot of spinners talking about&amp;nbsp; "The Sheep Shed Studio" in Wyoming.&amp;nbsp; So I went to the site.&amp;nbsp; I was blown away!!&amp;nbsp; I asked BH if I could order some wool; "of course!" he said (I &lt;u&gt;knew &lt;/u&gt;he would!!)&amp;nbsp; So I got 6#s; 2 chocolate brown; 2 copper; 2 black.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;OMG! I love it!!&amp;nbsp; And the price!!&amp;nbsp; Can't beat the price.&amp;nbsp; Plus I got a couple of ounces of something free; don't know what it is, but it is sooooo silky!!&amp;nbsp; I'm going to email them and see if they can tell me what it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;And to think... just last week I emtied out 2 storage containers, combining different wools into less of them.&amp;nbsp; I was so proud of myself; I'm really making headway on my spinning!&amp;nbsp; Good thing we didn't go to any Fiber Festivals this year.&amp;nbsp; I can finally put a big dent in my supply.&amp;nbsp; And now.....I had to fetch one of those recently freed containers and put the new roving into it.&amp;nbsp; So I may never get all the stash spun up.&amp;nbsp; But isn't it fun?&amp;nbsp; Don't you just love opening containers and staring at the beautiful colors, feeling that wonderful stuff?&amp;nbsp;Dreaming&amp;nbsp;what the lovely yarn will make?&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Me too!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;That was last Thursday.&amp;nbsp; It was here on Monday.&amp;nbsp; Couldn't wait to open the box.&amp;nbsp; Oh Yeah!!&amp;nbsp; This is going to be great.&amp;nbsp; I'm thinking......sweaters, sweaters and more sweaters.&amp;nbsp; I have to send them a nice "Thank You" note with a rave review.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Anyone interested should check them out.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Also on Thursday I received a package from #1 son and DIL; an &lt;u&gt;e reader!!! &lt;/u&gt;OMG!!&amp;nbsp; And a gift card to Amazon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;So I spent 3 hours Friday morning setting it up and downloading some free books from Google.&amp;nbsp; This is going to be lots of fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;We came home yesterday afternoon after spending 2 days in Rochester.&amp;nbsp; Had to take daughter for some tests.&amp;nbsp; Everything turned out fine; she's ok.&amp;nbsp; Thank God.&amp;nbsp; However, &lt;u&gt;Cha-Ching!!!&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Yeah.&amp;nbsp; Another hiccup in the budget.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;We've been&amp;nbsp; planning to go to Bayfield, WI for the "Apple Fest"&amp;nbsp; this weekend.&amp;nbsp; First it was just going to be for the day.&amp;nbsp; Last week I suggested that we go for a couple of days and do some camping.&amp;nbsp; Especially since son from the cities was coming up for fishing and spend time with his son.&amp;nbsp; They would have the weekend to themselves, staying at our house.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Well, some minor problems on his end put his plans on hold;&amp;nbsp; and I'm not so sure about ours.&amp;nbsp; First, it's supposed to rain all weekend, with thunderstorms and high winds.&amp;nbsp; Next there's the "Cha-Ching" thing; then there's BH saying he thinks one night of camping, coming home on Sunday should be enough.&amp;nbsp; He's worried about the money.&amp;nbsp; I say "if the government can spend money they don't have, then &lt;u&gt;so can we!!"&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp; We try to boost the economy, too!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Well, maybe he's right.&amp;nbsp; I don't know.&amp;nbsp; We'll figure it out today.&amp;nbsp; There's always spinning to do, right?&amp;nbsp; And what's wrong with that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I started another pair of socks and another shawl.&amp;nbsp; The shawl is v-shaped, starting at the neck and working down.&amp;nbsp; The pattern is easy enough....after being ripped out &lt;u&gt;5 times!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/u&gt;I think there's about 10" done, but moving along nicely.&amp;nbsp; I'm using the black shetland w/ beads.&amp;nbsp; Probably be done next......Fall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Next week I'm planning on finishing the Fall housecleaning.&amp;nbsp; No. Haven't gotten it done yet.&amp;nbsp; Next week.&amp;nbsp; For sure.&amp;nbsp; Unless I can figure something else out.&amp;nbsp; Like spinning.&amp;nbsp; Maybe empty another container.&amp;nbsp; Because, ya know, "The Sheep Shed Studio"&amp;nbsp; has this green roving that I just might need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663863839622861089-6126079297746636079?l=sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/feeds/6126079297746636079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/2011/10/catching-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663863839622861089/posts/default/6126079297746636079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663863839622861089/posts/default/6126079297746636079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/2011/10/catching-up.html' title='Catching Up.............'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01650080322918612873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663863839622861089.post-6482586769446848349</id><published>2011-09-27T07:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T07:32:46.883-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Things........This is Fun!!  C'mon, Join In......</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;"kmkat and her kneedles" has posted lists of things: Do, Don't, When alone, When with her sweety....sounds like fun!&amp;nbsp; Play along if you want to.&amp;nbsp; Here we go.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Things I Do Every Day:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;1.&amp;nbsp; Get out of bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;2.&amp;nbsp; Get dressed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;3.&amp;nbsp; Thank God for another day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;4.&amp;nbsp; Think about what I'm going to do for the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;5.&amp;nbsp; Watch the evening news&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;6.&amp;nbsp; Eat (probably should be #1 or #2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;7.&amp;nbsp; Nap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;When I'm Home Alone:&amp;nbsp; (one of my favorite movies, btw)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;1.&amp;nbsp; Wander around the house like I was just dropped into a castle....and it's all mine!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;2.&amp;nbsp; Enjoy the quiet!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;3.&amp;nbsp; Play rock n roll on the radio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;4.&amp;nbsp; Eat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;5.&amp;nbsp; Do odd jobs around the house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;6.&amp;nbsp; Putz in the gardens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;7.&amp;nbsp; Watch craft shows or mindless comedies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;8.&amp;nbsp; Nap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;When BH and I are home together:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;1.&amp;nbsp; Play computer games&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;2.&amp;nbsp; Watch movies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;3.&amp;nbsp; Eat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;4.&amp;nbsp; Talk.....about everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;5.&amp;nbsp; Kiss him throughout the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;6.&amp;nbsp; Enjoy each other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;7.&amp;nbsp; Nap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Things I don't do everyday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;1.&amp;nbsp; Ditto on the shower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;2.&amp;nbsp; Ditto on washing hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;3.&amp;nbsp; Change my clothes.&amp;nbsp; Nothing wrong with wearing the same clothes to scruff around the house in for a few days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;4.&amp;nbsp; Laundry (due to #3)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;5.&amp;nbsp; Cook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;6.&amp;nbsp; Clean the house (I used to scrub, dust, vacuum 3x a week!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a new catagorie:&amp;nbsp; Things I don't do anymore:&lt;br /&gt;1.&amp;nbsp; Cook everyday&lt;br /&gt;2.&amp;nbsp; Work&lt;br /&gt;3.&amp;nbsp; Get up with the alarm clock&lt;br /&gt;4.&amp;nbsp; Bake every week&lt;br /&gt;5.&amp;nbsp; Run to the grocery store every day&lt;br /&gt;6.&amp;nbsp; Grocery shop every week&lt;br /&gt;7.&amp;nbsp; Worry about everything and everyone&lt;br /&gt;8.&amp;nbsp; Babysit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I &lt;u&gt;try&lt;/u&gt; to do everyday:&lt;br /&gt;1.&amp;nbsp; Knit&lt;br /&gt;2.&amp;nbsp; Spin&lt;br /&gt;3.&amp;nbsp; Be thankful for all we have&lt;br /&gt;4.&amp;nbsp; Be thankful for a new day&lt;br /&gt;5.&amp;nbsp; Thank God for my husband...he's been my partner, my best friend, my lover, my faithful husband for 22+ years now.&lt;br /&gt;6.&amp;nbsp; Straighten up the house&lt;br /&gt;7.&amp;nbsp; &lt;u&gt;Try&lt;/u&gt; not to worry about everything and everyone&lt;br /&gt;8.&amp;nbsp; Talk on the phone.&amp;nbsp; I &lt;u&gt;hate &lt;/u&gt;answering the phone; I hate talking on the phone...on a regular basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about you?&amp;nbsp; Got anything you would add to the lists?&amp;nbsp; C'mon!&amp;nbsp; Have some fun!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663863839622861089-6482586769446848349?l=sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/feeds/6482586769446848349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/2011/09/thingsthis-is-fun-cmon-join-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663863839622861089/posts/default/6482586769446848349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663863839622861089/posts/default/6482586769446848349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/2011/09/thingsthis-is-fun-cmon-join-in.html' title='Things........This is Fun!!  C&apos;mon, Join In......'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01650080322918612873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663863839622861089.post-4121603797551641840</id><published>2011-09-24T09:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T09:00:31.305-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More Pattern Info for Judy (Happy Acres).....</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Judy,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I searched for the pattern. If you enter Red Oak Designs in the search bar,&amp;nbsp; it'll show up in the listings.&amp;nbsp; Click on Red Oak Design knitting patterns...... It'll take you to "I See Spots Farm".&amp;nbsp; There's a whole list of the patterns they sell.&amp;nbsp; "Poncho with Lace" is in there; price is $6.50.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Or their phone # is: 1-866-yarnfun. (I hate it when they don't use numbers!!).&amp;nbsp; The SKU # is: roa18.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do I sound anal????&amp;nbsp; Sorry.&amp;nbsp; But I know what it's like to be interested in a pattern and can't find it!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have a great day!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663863839622861089-4121603797551641840?l=sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/feeds/4121603797551641840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/2011/09/more-pattern-info-for-judy-happy-acres.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663863839622861089/posts/default/4121603797551641840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663863839622861089/posts/default/4121603797551641840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/2011/09/more-pattern-info-for-judy-happy-acres.html' title='More Pattern Info for Judy (Happy Acres).....'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01650080322918612873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663863839622861089.post-2811848902288293769</id><published>2011-09-24T08:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T08:35:48.303-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Answering Comments Questions......</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hi Sandie (Stash N Stitch)and Judy (Happy Acres),&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank you so much for the beautiful comments of my FO pix.&amp;nbsp; It inspires to know that they're being viewed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sandie - the pattern for the tam is from the book "Homespun Handknit", a compilation of patterns edited by Linda Ligon,&amp;nbsp;published by &amp;nbsp;Interweave Press. I know it's sold in book stores and yarn shops.&amp;nbsp; It's a plain stockinette pattern, but I took a stitch pattern from "365 Knitting Stitches in A Year - Perpetual Calendar"; published by Martingale &amp;amp; Company.&amp;nbsp;I bought it at a wool festival some years ago.&amp;nbsp;You can probably get it at a book store; ISBN: 1-56477-432-5. &amp;nbsp;It's great for finding other patterns to substitute for plain knitting.&amp;nbsp; I've used it &lt;u&gt;a lot!!&lt;/u&gt; 365 stitch patterns!! Lots of info, too.&amp;nbsp; This was day Nov. 27, called "Small Twist Pattern".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;As for the blue yarn, oh yeah!&amp;nbsp; It takes me a while to spin up 8 oz. or so, especially when I'm plying it with other colors!&amp;nbsp; I'm still spinning blue!!&amp;nbsp;Working on&amp;nbsp;4 oz of a medium blue now; then there's 8 oz. of a navy blue to be done.&amp;nbsp; Goal ---&amp;nbsp;enough blue for a sweater.&amp;nbsp; That's if the urge to knit a hat, mitts and socks don't take over!&amp;nbsp; I always buy a color in abundance!&amp;nbsp; Don't know why --- I think it's a "hoarding" thing.&amp;nbsp;Hehehe.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Judy,&amp;nbsp;the poncho is a pattern I bought about 5 yrs ago at the Michigan Wool Festival.&amp;nbsp; This is the second poncho I've made with it.&amp;nbsp; But some day,&amp;nbsp;I want&amp;nbsp;to try and change the&amp;nbsp;bottom patterning from lace to something else.&amp;nbsp; The pattern is&amp;nbsp;from&amp;nbsp; &lt;u&gt;Ellen's 1/2 Pint Farm.&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Website: &lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ellenshalfpintfarm.com/"&gt;www.ellenshalfpintfarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Designed by &lt;u&gt;Red Oak Designs&lt;/u&gt; and the pattern is &lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;"Poncho with&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Lace".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't know if they're still in business, or if the pattern is available for sale still.&amp;nbsp; Hope you can find it ok.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thanks again, gals!&amp;nbsp; Happy spinning and knitting!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663863839622861089-2811848902288293769?l=sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/feeds/2811848902288293769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/2011/09/answering-comments-questions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663863839622861089/posts/default/2811848902288293769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663863839622861089/posts/default/2811848902288293769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/2011/09/answering-comments-questions.html' title='Answering Comments Questions......'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01650080322918612873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663863839622861089.post-2415992387901495162</id><published>2011-09-23T08:03:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T08:06:11.603-05:00</updated><title type='text'>FO's......Finally!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Finally - pictures!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uAKqEtforsA/Tnx7GOfG1FI/AAAAAAAAALU/h4Oq3KCnle8/s1600/DSCN2834.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uAKqEtforsA/Tnx7GOfG1FI/AAAAAAAAALU/h4Oq3KCnle8/s320/DSCN2834.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Worsted wgt.; 3 ply. 2-Romeny/Columbia, 1-Merino&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gDiyqpAmuZk/TnyClR_RdPI/AAAAAAAAAMY/MCJ2GKcaEHA/s1600/DSCN2836_NEW+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gDiyqpAmuZk/TnyClR_RdPI/AAAAAAAAAMY/MCJ2GKcaEHA/s320/DSCN2836_NEW+2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3UVitGeBTkM/Tnx_vmub8eI/AAAAAAAAALw/Y6_3q5QdII4/s1600/DSCN2837.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3UVitGeBTkM/Tnx_vmub8eI/AAAAAAAAALw/Y6_3q5QdII4/s320/DSCN2837.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;This worked out great! Love the patterning.&amp;nbsp; Ski hat and fingerless mitts.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZCYPGFyoUiY/TnyAKX2_tUI/AAAAAAAAAL4/JoyWxiS8feM/s1600/DSCN2838_NEW+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZCYPGFyoUiY/TnyAKX2_tUI/AAAAAAAAAL4/JoyWxiS8feM/s320/DSCN2838_NEW+2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think this is more Romeny/Columbia in maroon. White is generic wool.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OWZYIUCMl1A/Tnx8SzBQW_I/AAAAAAAAALk/lT59Jg6ityg/s1600/DSCN2839.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OWZYIUCMl1A/Tnx8SzBQW_I/AAAAAAAAALk/lT59Jg6ityg/s320/DSCN2839.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tam and mitts; merino with beads added as knitted.&amp;nbsp; "Wave" pattern&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5POQgvHoIP4/TnyC4n09y1I/AAAAAAAAAMc/PnjfsvhG8Rg/s1600/DSCN2840_NEW+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5POQgvHoIP4/TnyC4n09y1I/AAAAAAAAAMc/PnjfsvhG8Rg/s320/DSCN2840_NEW+2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sorry about that streak in the middle. Don't know what that's all about!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QsX3d0_hiZM/TnyDH8NdBiI/AAAAAAAAAMg/8nAod2Xq_PY/s1600/DSCN2841_NEW+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QsX3d0_hiZM/TnyDH8NdBiI/AAAAAAAAAMg/8nAod2Xq_PY/s320/DSCN2841_NEW+2.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You can see the beads better on the mitt.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And now - the poncho.&amp;nbsp; Finally got the collar knitted.&amp;nbsp; The colors look a little off in the pictures; sorry.&amp;nbsp; But they are beautiful Fall colors!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VCLGaF0Znew/TnyAVED0NTI/AAAAAAAAAL8/bKBOrJATLLo/s1600/Full+poncho.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VCLGaF0Znew/TnyAVED0NTI/AAAAAAAAAL8/bKBOrJATLLo/s320/Full+poncho.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is the true color of the poncho&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rwyMJ15d8wY/TnyB2AQpssI/AAAAAAAAAMM/lu7kGMP1eX8/s1600/DSCN2843_NEW+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rwyMJ15d8wY/TnyB2AQpssI/AAAAAAAAAMM/lu7kGMP1eX8/s320/DSCN2843_NEW+2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wishing you all a great spinning and knitting day!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663863839622861089-2415992387901495162?l=sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/feeds/2415992387901495162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/2011/09/fosfinally.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663863839622861089/posts/default/2415992387901495162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663863839622861089/posts/default/2415992387901495162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/2011/09/fosfinally.html' title='FO&apos;s......Finally!'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01650080322918612873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uAKqEtforsA/Tnx7GOfG1FI/AAAAAAAAALU/h4Oq3KCnle8/s72-c/DSCN2834.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663863839622861089.post-6433602083277587952</id><published>2011-09-20T07:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T07:25:38.791-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Still in Pain........</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;After 5 days of the heating pad, ibuprophen and muscle cream, I've given up. It is what it is.&amp;nbsp; My neck and shoulder do have moments of fooling me into a false sense of being healed.&amp;nbsp; But alas, the reality is something different.&amp;nbsp; So I've decided to let nature take it's course.&amp;nbsp; All things heal in time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;But time is the one thing I didn't really want to lose.&amp;nbsp; I was on a roll.&amp;nbsp; I was feeling great.&amp;nbsp; I was proud of my accomplishments and looking forward to steaming ahead til all was done.&amp;nbsp; Crap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;For the past 3 nights I have gone to bed feeling pretty good; visions of getting back to the duties at hand; laying out plans for continuing with the rest of the house cleaning-decluttering day by day.&amp;nbsp; Only within a few hours after getting out of bed, reality strikes again.&amp;nbsp; No - better not attempt that today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Well thank God it hasn't interferred with spinning or knitting.&amp;nbsp; At least I can still do that without much after effects of pain.&amp;nbsp; And, as you can see, I can still type! Hehehe.&amp;nbsp; Only &lt;u&gt;this does&lt;/u&gt; cause more discomfort.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;BH and I walked to the back yard on Thursday.&amp;nbsp; We were going to pick the apples.&amp;nbsp; "Ehh, let's pick one, cut it open, taste it and see if it's 'apple-ee' enough", was my suggestion.&amp;nbsp; So we did just that.&amp;nbsp; Nope.&amp;nbsp; Not 'apple-ee' enough.&amp;nbsp; Well, we'll take our chances and leave them on the tree for another week or two.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; We made that mistake&amp;nbsp;some&amp;nbsp;years ago, the first time the tree bore fruit.&amp;nbsp; Picked too soon; we didn't taste them; went ahead and prepared them for the freezer.&amp;nbsp; Made our own apple pie for&amp;nbsp;Thanksgiving.&amp;nbsp; No taste!&amp;nbsp; No apple-ee taste!&amp;nbsp; What a disappointment.&amp;nbsp; Ahh, but the next time, we left them on the tree until the frost.&amp;nbsp; Perfect!! Very&amp;nbsp;"apple-ee"!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;We had 2 good frosts last week -- 28 and 21 degrees.&amp;nbsp; It didn't do any damage to the apples.&amp;nbsp; So here's hoping that by next week, they'll be good to go.&amp;nbsp; And so will I.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663863839622861089-6433602083277587952?l=sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/feeds/6433602083277587952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/2011/09/still-in-pain.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663863839622861089/posts/default/6433602083277587952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663863839622861089/posts/default/6433602083277587952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/2011/09/still-in-pain.html' title='Still in Pain........'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01650080322918612873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663863839622861089.post-8219897933226705177</id><published>2011-09-14T07:56:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T07:57:42.863-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Too Old for This......Seriously</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Well it's Fall housecleaning season.&amp;nbsp; Actually, it's "anytime the mojo hits" housecleaning season.&amp;nbsp; I haven't been one for this seasonal waste of time business for a long while.&amp;nbsp; Spring, Fall, Summer, Holiday seasons....whenever the mood strikes.&amp;nbsp; It has struck this season.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I've been at it for a week now.&amp;nbsp; Dining room - check.&amp;nbsp; Family room - check.&amp;nbsp; Our bedroom - check.&amp;nbsp; However, a couple of slight injuries and a commitment on Friday have now led me to postpone further drudgeries until possibly this weekend.&amp;nbsp; There is still the bathroom, hallway, kitchen and utility room to be done.&amp;nbsp; There's also been little cubbie cabinets that haven't seen a dust rag or cleaning solution in years that have finally been done.&amp;nbsp; Cleaned, cleaned out, re-organized.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;The realization is this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;**I am getting too old to be climbing step stools, at least a thousand times, with arms stretched over my head, scrubbing ceilings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;**I am getting too old to be flapping my arms up and down, as if I'm getting ready for take-off, scrubbing down walls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;**I am getting too old to get down on my knees, up again, down again, up again, etc., scrubbing baseboards, bottom of walls and floors.&amp;nbsp; Also scrubbing vinyl blinds in the bathtub.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;**I am getting too old to struggle with a caulk gun and a tube of caulk that somehow seems to have dried up in the tube and takes all the might of Hercules to squeeze it out; caulking all the piecemeal woodwork around the gigantic window (from the previous owner).&amp;nbsp; Total time: 2 1/2 hours.&amp;nbsp; Results: Beautiful.&amp;nbsp; Though I ended up with pulled muscles in my shoulder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;**I am getting too old to be running back and forth, hanging washed curtains, blinds, shades, lampshades, blankets, quilts on the wash line and retrieving them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;**I am getting too&amp;nbsp;old to be ironing newly sewn curtains for said gigantic window, once again stretching arms out as far as they will go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;**I am getting too old to be shampooing wall-to-wall carpeting throughout many rooms, stopping, emptying dirty water resevoir, refilling clean water resevoir too many times to count.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;**I am &lt;u&gt;definitely&lt;/u&gt; getting too old to be pushing heavy, enormous furniture back and forth&amp;nbsp; and lifting smaller (yet unbelievably &lt;u&gt;heavy&lt;/u&gt;) pieces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I do have to say, though, that once it's all done, the results are amazing!!&amp;nbsp; Everything so clean and fresh, a few new adornments here and there.&amp;nbsp; BH even said it all looks great!&amp;nbsp; I told him to enjoy it because it's probably my last "Hurrah"!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;The injuries?&amp;nbsp; Well, there was the pulled shoulder muscles on Sunday.&amp;nbsp; I took Ibuprophen before bed and was much better Monday.&amp;nbsp; But last night I have like a pinched nerve on the side of my neck and something wrong with my thumb - feels like arthritis - kind of numb feeling - &amp;nbsp;hurts like hell.&amp;nbsp; I forgot to take the Ibuprophen last night.&amp;nbsp; So I will suffer in silence today and nurse the sore areas.&amp;nbsp; No cleaning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;There's always next week.&amp;nbsp; I'll start again.&amp;nbsp; Ah, but the apples are about ready to be picked.&amp;nbsp; I'm hoping we don't get a hard frost before I can get to them.&amp;nbsp; We figure about 20#s worth.&amp;nbsp; To be peeled, cored, sliced and frozen.&amp;nbsp; Then there's the perennials to be cut down (&lt;u&gt;lots&lt;/u&gt; of perennials!) and weedwhacking for the last time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I also got my form for the school craft show in the mail yesterday.&amp;nbsp; It's held on the first Saturday in November - deer season opener.&amp;nbsp; I so wanted to take part in that this year.&amp;nbsp; But I didn't knit up as much as I thought I would, and never did get the storage house cleaned out.&amp;nbsp; All the bins of crafts are stored there.&amp;nbsp; I wanted to go through them to see how much&amp;nbsp; and what items I had left from years before.&amp;nbsp; I'm not&amp;nbsp;making crafts anymore, but I did want to get rid of what's left to free up the bins and the space.&amp;nbsp; Aaarrggghhh!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;But, who knows.&amp;nbsp; Maybe that mojo will strike me, I'll get it done, and be on my way to the craft show once more!&amp;nbsp; In the meantime, I gotta take some pain medication and rest.&amp;nbsp; Us old folk have to do that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663863839622861089-8219897933226705177?l=sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/feeds/8219897933226705177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/2011/09/im-too-old-for-thisseriously.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663863839622861089/posts/default/8219897933226705177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663863839622861089/posts/default/8219897933226705177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/2011/09/im-too-old-for-thisseriously.html' title='I&apos;m Too Old for This......Seriously'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01650080322918612873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663863839622861089.post-2020714944913519458</id><published>2011-09-07T07:20:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T07:23:42.442-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Season......New Plans.........</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Oh, yeah, baby......Fall is on it's way!! My favorite time of year!&amp;nbsp; I've just about had enough of Summer.&amp;nbsp; I'm not a big fan (no fan, actually) of hot, steamy weather.&amp;nbsp; And all the "have to's" of Summer are wearing thin.&amp;nbsp; Don't want to weedwhack, don't want to water, weed, replace batteries (in the solar lights), chemicalize and clean the pool, don't want to hear the constant drone of the A/Cs and the fans, don't want to keep the windows and door closed all day and the shades, blinds and curtains drawn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; Turn me over and stick me with a fork ----- I'm done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;We started emptying the pool yesterday.&amp;nbsp; It'll take about 4 days for all to dry out to be put away.&amp;nbsp; Also gathered up the paraphenalia and stored it.&amp;nbsp; Clipped most of the annuals - too overgrown.&amp;nbsp; But there might be another 2 months of decent weather, so maybe they'll grow back to their bushy, flowering self.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;BH thinks he's cutting the grass for the last time this season.&amp;nbsp; Hehehe, silly man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Today we go to the big box stores.&amp;nbsp; Gotta get some things for the upcoming season.&amp;nbsp; New chain for the chain saw, roof gunk to seal the roof and caulk for -- something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I've been debating for 2 days whether I should paint the family room.&amp;nbsp; And do some cleaning that was never done in the Spring or Summer.&amp;nbsp; Well, my better side tells me "no. Paint next Spring".&amp;nbsp; Ok then.&amp;nbsp; But I will do some cleaning starting tomorrow.&amp;nbsp; Washing curtains, shades and blinds; window frames and windows.&amp;nbsp; Hopefully I'll get to shampooing the carpets, sofa and recliners.&amp;nbsp; I can also wash down the walls and ceiling in the family room.&amp;nbsp; Do same in the bathroom.&amp;nbsp; The bedrooms are pretty clean, but I do want to change out the bedspreads with comforters and maybe clean out the closets.&amp;nbsp; Oh yeah,&amp;nbsp; gotta put Summer clothes away and bring out the Winter ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;We're supposed to have beautiful, sunny, warm (not HOT) weather for the rest of the week.&amp;nbsp; This sure spikes the adrenalin!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Today we have a meeting with daughter and her case worker to find another provider for independent living.&amp;nbsp; The group she's been with for the past 16 years has really been boiling my water for quite some time.&amp;nbsp; This past month was the last straw.&amp;nbsp; Helpers who don't show up, cut the scheduled time with her on a moment's notice, or just quit their job without notice.&amp;nbsp; Now they're telling her to take the bus to her appointments and errands; "to make their clients more independent in the community"!!!!&amp;nbsp; Mind you, this organization gets &lt;u&gt;thousands of dollars&lt;/u&gt; from the State, every month, just for her, to provide services.&amp;nbsp; Very frustrating and aggravating.&amp;nbsp; Especially when we are an hour from her and can't always get there within a few hours notice.&amp;nbsp; AAAARRGGGGHHHH!!!!!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Here's hoping we find a more conscientious, professional &amp;nbsp;provider.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Still spinning 1 1/2 - 2 hours each morning.&amp;nbsp; Doesn't look like much of a dent in the stash, but persistance pays off.&amp;nbsp; Right?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Knitting too.&amp;nbsp; Finished a patterned ski cap and fingerless mitts.&amp;nbsp; Got one sock finished, moving on to the next.&amp;nbsp; I still need to knit the collar on the poncho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Anybody else thinking of Christmas?&amp;nbsp; This has been on my mind lately.&amp;nbsp; What to make for who, when can I get started, how many gifts can I make in time.&amp;nbsp; My brain is scrambled.&amp;nbsp; It'll be here before we know it.&amp;nbsp; And I'll still be scrambled!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I can't think about that now;&amp;nbsp; I'll think about it tomorrow.&amp;nbsp; Afterall,&amp;nbsp; tomorrow......is.........another day!&amp;nbsp; (Scarlett O'Hara, "Gone With the Wind").&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;You all have a great week!&amp;nbsp; Sure hope Fall is as calming and colorful for you as it will be for me!!&amp;nbsp; (Fingers crossed)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663863839622861089-2020714944913519458?l=sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/feeds/2020714944913519458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/2011/09/new-seasonnew-plans.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663863839622861089/posts/default/2020714944913519458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663863839622861089/posts/default/2020714944913519458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/2011/09/new-seasonnew-plans.html' title='New Season......New Plans.........'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01650080322918612873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663863839622861089.post-7129429854154162342</id><published>2011-08-25T23:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T23:40:04.749-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No Good Deed Goes Unpunished.........</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Soooo, this weekend BH and I went to the Cities to help son and fiance move into their new house.&amp;nbsp; Son had told me earlier in the week that there wouldn't be much for us to do.&amp;nbsp; He had a lot of friends to help move in all the furniture on Friday, so it would be all boxes in a UHaul on Saturday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I volunteered to make the supper and dessert and bring it down.&amp;nbsp; Sloppy Joes on &lt;u&gt;real&lt;/u&gt; hard rolls (not mushy hamburger rolls), home made baked beans, macaroni salad, &lt;u&gt;calzones!!&lt;/u&gt;, a chocolate fudge cake, strawberry/rhubarb pie, a&amp;nbsp;blackberry pie, 2 bottles of wine and half&amp;nbsp;case of beer.&amp;nbsp; Along with the paper plates, tableware, plastic cups, table cloth, napkins and serving&amp;nbsp;utensils.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; All turned out great and everyone was so appreciative.&amp;nbsp; I felt good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;We also gave them the "Harvest" table and benches that my dad made for me some 15 years ago.&amp;nbsp; When we remodeled the kitchen 6 yrs ago, we put it away; got a small table for the new dining room.&amp;nbsp; The kids were all gone and we didn't feel the need for such a large set anymore.&amp;nbsp; The table is trestle style, and I had woodburned and painted a grape/apple/vines design on the crossbar and outside trestle legs when we received it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;They &lt;em&gt;loved&lt;/em&gt; the set!&amp;nbsp; I thought they could use it in the garage for cookouts and such, but they set it up in their kitchen right away!!&amp;nbsp; I felt very happy that they love it as much as I have.&amp;nbsp; It felt wonderful to be able to finally pass it down as a way of remembering their Grandpa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Ok.&amp;nbsp; Here's what happened.&amp;nbsp; As we're driving I tell BH "this steering is pretty bad. It feels like there's no power steering."&amp;nbsp; He says "we'll stop at WalMart and I'll check it out; buy some fluid".&amp;nbsp; And we did.&amp;nbsp; Yep.&amp;nbsp; The reservoir was DRY.&amp;nbsp; It took almost a pint.&amp;nbsp; So, we were on our way.&amp;nbsp; Much, much better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;An hour and a half later we arrive at the apartment.&amp;nbsp; Told everyone was at the new house.&amp;nbsp; Off we go about 3 miles to the new house.&amp;nbsp; Take care of business.&amp;nbsp; A few hours later, the men are going back to finish getting the rest of the stuff at the apartment.&amp;nbsp; A van, a pickup truck and our big van.&amp;nbsp; Off they go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;When they come back, BH comes up to me and says "I'm gonna tell you now; I don't want you to panic, but we had a small fire under the hood of our van.&amp;nbsp; We put it out with water.&amp;nbsp; It was just a small fire".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Okey dokey, then.&amp;nbsp; I have never in my life ever had a "small fire" in a vehicle.&amp;nbsp; "We'll be ok", he says; "We'll get a fire extinguisher tomorrow for the ride home".&amp;nbsp; Did I tell you he is the extreme Polyanna?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Sunday morning I tell him I'm really nervous about this; I'm not comfortable driving &lt;u&gt;3 hours on the freeway&lt;/u&gt; to get home.&amp;nbsp; He gets frustrated and argues what else are we going to do?? If it happens again, we'll be prepared!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;So Sunday morning, he and son take the van to buy the extinguisher.&amp;nbsp; They come home.&amp;nbsp; The van started on fire again.&amp;nbsp; Ehhhh, yeahhhh, maybe we better have someone look at it Monday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Thanks to the future father in law, he knows a garage that does very good work; he will call his friend who owns the place and see about getting the vehicle in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Well, all was arranged.&amp;nbsp; Son and BH took it over there Sunday evening.&amp;nbsp; Monday morning we get the call.&amp;nbsp; Spark plug wires are all chewed up - possibly by mice.&amp;nbsp; The clamp on the power steering hose was loose, leaking fluid onto the bare wires.&amp;nbsp; That caused the fire.&amp;nbsp; The air cleaner is burned up, as is the power steering sensor wire, and the engine block is covered in oil!!!&amp;nbsp; All the hoses need to be replaced, everything under the hood needs to be degreased including the engine or it'll all go up in flames------ oh, and your A/C is leaking freeon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Estimate?&amp;nbsp; About $1200.00.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I think my heart stopped.&amp;nbsp; BH rolled his eyes and then his head fell onto his chest.&amp;nbsp; If I had food in my mouth, I would've choked to death on the spot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Sooo, after checking the balance on our 2 credit cards, the OK was given for the work to be done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Should be done by 12:30 Tuesday we were informed by the garage.&amp;nbsp; 1:30 comes.&amp;nbsp; Son calls.&amp;nbsp; Still working on it; will try to have it done by 5:00.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 4:45, son calls again.&amp;nbsp; "We just finished degreasing the engine and rinsing everything down.&amp;nbsp; It needs to sit overnight to dry.&amp;nbsp; I don't want you taking the vehicle out of here until&amp;nbsp;it's all dry.&amp;nbsp; It'll be ready by 8:00 tomorrow morning." was the final determination.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Another night at son's.&amp;nbsp; Not bad except that we packed NO clothes other than pajamas and an extra shirt for me because I tend to spill something&amp;nbsp;on myself every time, and some toiletries.&amp;nbsp; Because we planned on being home Sunday.&amp;nbsp; Sooo, we're wearing the same clothes for 3 more days!!&amp;nbsp; And, of course, by this time Mark Twain's words are ringing in my ears:&amp;nbsp; "Both fish and guests should be thrown out after 3 days"!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Well, we picked up the van Wednesday morning at 8:15, said goodbye and thank you, and we were on our way back home.&amp;nbsp; After we met for breakfast with second son who didn't get to see us all that time because he was just getting over strep throat.&amp;nbsp; So actually, we hit the highway at about 11:30am.&amp;nbsp; Got home a bit before 3:00.&amp;nbsp; Exhausted.&amp;nbsp; Mentally and physically.&amp;nbsp; Probably from all the giggling we did on the way home.&amp;nbsp; You never saw 2 happier people going home!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;And we're done.&amp;nbsp; No more committments for the rest of the summer.&amp;nbsp; No trips to help anyone.&amp;nbsp; No good deeds to be done.&amp;nbsp; Thank God!!&amp;nbsp; We just couldn't afford it right now!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663863839622861089-7129429854154162342?l=sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/feeds/7129429854154162342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/2011/08/no-good-deed-goes-unpunished.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663863839622861089/posts/default/7129429854154162342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663863839622861089/posts/default/7129429854154162342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/2011/08/no-good-deed-goes-unpunished.html' title='No Good Deed Goes Unpunished.........'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01650080322918612873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663863839622861089.post-2779657422706447620</id><published>2011-08-13T07:44:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T07:49:59.454-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The End is Near..........</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Of all the summer hubbub, that is.&amp;nbsp; Thank goodness!&amp;nbsp; Wow, for 2 retired people who don't do much....this has been one heck of a summer.&amp;nbsp; And, as usual, not filled with anything we had planned for ourselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Niece's wedding was last Saturday.&amp;nbsp; My sister and "adopted" sister flew in from NY and drove up to our house on Thursday.&amp;nbsp; We had 2 days together before all of us drove down for the wedding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;It was a beautiful wedding, with the usual little hiccups that always seem to come into play.&amp;nbsp; But what would wedding memories be without them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SCO-lObgGXc/TkZtOHMqkYI/AAAAAAAAALQ/1sY9IMoTaI0/s1600/DSCN2803.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SCO-lObgGXc/TkZtOHMqkYI/AAAAAAAAALQ/1sY9IMoTaI0/s320/DSCN2803.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;We came home on Sunday;&amp;nbsp; had to take daughter to ortho doctor Monday morning.&amp;nbsp; A swollen elbow she's been dealing with since October!&amp;nbsp; 12 weeks of therapy, brace, pressure bandage, ice, heat -----and it is still there.&amp;nbsp; No xrays were taken back then (!), just a diagnosis of tendenitis.&amp;nbsp; Turns out it is tendenitis, or so the Doc is pretty sure.&amp;nbsp; But he did schedule her for an MRI just to be positive.&amp;nbsp; Can you say "Duhhhhh"!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;This week I've been concentrating on spinning and knitting.&amp;nbsp; I'm plying the light and denim blue together, a 3-ply.&amp;nbsp; I love the color!!&amp;nbsp; I'll wind up with 5 bobbins full.&amp;nbsp; I finished the poncho except for the collar.&amp;nbsp; So that is sitting in the tote bag until that mojo comes back.&amp;nbsp; I started a watch cap and mitts set.&amp;nbsp; Found a nice intarsia pattern.&amp;nbsp; It turned out really nice on the hat.&amp;nbsp; Only now I'm at the point where I need to decide how to finish it off.&amp;nbsp; Decrease to form a rounded cap, or square it, stitch together, form 2 triangle points on the inside, stitch them together, and ------ it forms a squared off ski cap.&amp;nbsp; The instructions are in "Homespun, Handknit" by Linda Ligon.&amp;nbsp; I love this book; lots of good patterns.&amp;nbsp; It's my "go to" book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Next Saturday, we are due to go down to son and fiance's to help them move to their new townhouse.&amp;nbsp; I volunteered to bring supper and dessert down for all the movers - 12 at last count, including us.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I have the menu planned out in my head, I just need to get it down on paper and then write out the corresponding shopping list.&amp;nbsp; And I need to get started with the baking and cooking -- like Monday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I just pray that next week and the weekend we have decent &lt;u&gt;cool&lt;/u&gt; weather!&amp;nbsp; It's been very nice this week; sure hope it continues at least til next Sunday.&amp;nbsp; Then I don't care.&amp;nbsp; &lt;u&gt;We will be done with our summer obligations!!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;And for our prize-------we're going to the Wisconsin Sheep Festival the weekend after Labor Day.&amp;nbsp; Can't wait!!&amp;nbsp; Had to miss the Michigan festival AGAIN this year; haven't been to the Wisconsin one in 3 or 4 years.&amp;nbsp; I'm &lt;u&gt;really &lt;/u&gt;excited!&amp;nbsp; We're thinking of making it a week-long camping trip.&amp;nbsp; 3 days somewhere and then 3 for the Festival.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Hopefully we'll be able to get a couple more camping trips in before the cold weather sets in.&amp;nbsp; But if not, there's next year.&amp;nbsp; Oh yeah.&amp;nbsp; We're already planning LOTS of trips.&amp;nbsp; Just like we did this year............!!??&amp;nbsp; Ahhh, to dream!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663863839622861089-2779657422706447620?l=sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/feeds/2779657422706447620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/2011/08/end-is-near.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663863839622861089/posts/default/2779657422706447620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663863839622861089/posts/default/2779657422706447620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/2011/08/end-is-near.html' title='The End is Near..........'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01650080322918612873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SCO-lObgGXc/TkZtOHMqkYI/AAAAAAAAALQ/1sY9IMoTaI0/s72-c/DSCN2803.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663863839622861089.post-3521094355426574835</id><published>2011-07-28T07:31:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T07:35:55.464-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And the Beat Goes On...........</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;This is the time of year when all the days start running together.&amp;nbsp; Can't remember what I did 3 days ago, don't remember what day this is, need a calendar, a note on the fridge, and notes in my purse to remind me what needs to be done day to day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I do remember that for the past week, a lot of little tasks have been accomplished.&amp;nbsp; "Little things mean a lot...." so the song goes, as do the days.&amp;nbsp; Housecleaning, to be sure; clean the coffee pot, clean the bottom of the fridge, weedwhacked, pulled the weeds around the pool, re-glued the tiles on the kitchen wall&amp;nbsp;that came loose - due to the high humidity last week, washed the fingerless mitts that were finished a couple weeks ago, filed daughter's paperwork, spinning a couple hours each morning, do some knitting.&amp;nbsp; And round and round it goes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;BH went fishing on Monday, so I took advantage of the time and cleaned the bathroom, straightened up the house, did a couple loads of laundry, paid the bills, wrapped and boxed a gift for grandson, went to the post office, the bank and the grocery store.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Tuesday afternoon went to daughter's, stayed overnight, took her shopping yesterday for an outfit and new shoes for the wedding next Saturday.&amp;nbsp; While at her apartment, I cleaned her A/C filter, fixed her glasses (the screw came loose, and the lens fell out).&amp;nbsp; We also went and got a few groceries, so I put those away for her, fixed dinner for us, did the dishes, went through her mail and took what needs to be filed and responded to.&amp;nbsp; She treated me to lunch while we were out shopping.&amp;nbsp; Had a nice time; got everything accomplished.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Today is a "freebie".&amp;nbsp; I'm just going to putz around.&amp;nbsp; I do have to do some serious grocery shopping and plan menus for the 2 days my sister and friend will be here (Thursday and Friday next week).&amp;nbsp; Gotta figure out when to put that on the list.&amp;nbsp; I do have to write out 3 birthday cards and get them in the mail today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Gotta go to a graduation party on Saturday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Wedding is Aug. 6;&amp;nbsp;driving to the Cities on Saturday morning, picking up daughter on the way;&amp;nbsp;staying overnight at the hotel; visiting with family on Sunday at my brother's; Monday, drive back to daughter's and&amp;nbsp;take&amp;nbsp;her for a doctor's appointment.&amp;nbsp; Did I mention she lives and hour from us? An hour there, an hour back home. The&amp;nbsp;oil corporations are very happy. &amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;The weekend of the 20th, back to the Cities to help son and fiance move to their new house. Did I mention that's a 3 hour drive for us - one way? Cha-Ching!!&amp;nbsp; I'm toying with the idea of preparing a supper and dessert to take down there for us all.&amp;nbsp; We'll see........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I think we're free after that.&amp;nbsp; No more commitments.&amp;nbsp; That might change after daughter's doctor appointment, we'll see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Looking soooo forward to Labor Day weekend.&amp;nbsp; Then it's all over.&amp;nbsp; Summer is done.&amp;nbsp; It'll be time to hunker down for the Fall and upcoming Winter.&amp;nbsp; My favorite time of year.&amp;nbsp; All the tourists are gone from our small resort town; I can finally go to the grocery store on the weekend without spending half the day looking for a parking space and waiting in long lines to check out.&amp;nbsp;Kids are back in school, people are back to their regular routines.&amp;nbsp; Ohh, Happy Day!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I feel like I'm forgetting something.&amp;nbsp; There must be something else coming up over the next month.&amp;nbsp; I gotta go check my lists.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663863839622861089-3521094355426574835?l=sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/feeds/3521094355426574835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/2011/07/and-beat-goes-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663863839622861089/posts/default/3521094355426574835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663863839622861089/posts/default/3521094355426574835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/2011/07/and-beat-goes-on.html' title='And the Beat Goes On...........'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01650080322918612873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663863839622861089.post-2434627834731896957</id><published>2011-07-23T10:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T10:26:05.790-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Somebody Was Pulling Our Leg..........</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Before I get started on this topic, I want to thank&amp;nbsp;everyone for their comments to the blogs.&amp;nbsp; It's greatly appreciated, gals; nice to know you're being read -&amp;nbsp;I try to read about 40 posts every day and comment when I can.&amp;nbsp; Sure hope you gals get out of the heat very soon - it's not good; not good for anyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Anywho, we were duped; tricked; lied to. Or someone doesn't know what the hell their talking about.&amp;nbsp; The heat wave &lt;u&gt;didn't end Thursday.&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp; It proceeded onto yesterday.&amp;nbsp; 89 degrees; 60% humidity.&amp;nbsp; Ok.&amp;nbsp; Not sweltering.&amp;nbsp;But it was still more heat than expected.&amp;nbsp; A/Cs and all 7 fans running full blast.&amp;nbsp; BH cutting the grass - 6 hours.&amp;nbsp; Sweat pouring off him like a slow running faucet.&amp;nbsp; He came in the house about every hour for a glass of ice tea and put his &lt;u&gt;face into the A/C.&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp; The poor guy. I felt so bad for him.&amp;nbsp; Told him to do 1/2 and let the rest go til Sunday.&amp;nbsp; No. He wants to get it done.&amp;nbsp; He's stubborn that way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Not nice, weather guys! Not funny.&amp;nbsp; Not professional.&amp;nbsp; Or did the weather gods pull a fast one on you?&amp;nbsp; In that case --- never mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Ahhh, but today --- it is 60 at 10:00am.&amp;nbsp; We had a bad thunderstorm go through about 7:00am.&amp;nbsp; Still looks like it could return at any time.&amp;nbsp; Temps are only supposed to be in the mid 70's.&amp;nbsp; There's a cool breeze blowing in every direction.&amp;nbsp; Hang on Judy and Heather.&amp;nbsp; It'll be coming your way soon (God, I hope so!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;So yesterday, while BH was killing himself outside, I was putzing around in the house.&amp;nbsp; Wash the tops of the kitchen cabinets and the kotchki's; cleaned the kitchen&amp;nbsp;exhaust fan; cleaned the whatchamacallits on the front/bottom of the fridge.&amp;nbsp; You know.&amp;nbsp; The fins that collect all the dust.&amp;nbsp; Stripped our bed down, washed the mattress cover, hung it outside (never thinking I would eventually have to go &lt;u&gt;back outside&lt;/u&gt; to retrieve it!); changed out&amp;nbsp;the blanket; folded a load of wash, did the dishes.&amp;nbsp; "What's for supper?"&amp;nbsp; asks BH.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; "Ehhhh, Dairy Queen" says I.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Nothing today because I'm definitely anticipating more rain and wind.&amp;nbsp; Tomorrow, weedwhacking and pulling the rhubarb.&amp;nbsp; Maybe more laundry.&amp;nbsp; Hang the sheets outside.&amp;nbsp; It's supposed to be in the 70's!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Caution:&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp; the weather guy is saying that the heat and humidity will be returning by the middle of next week and into next weekend.&amp;nbsp; OMG!&amp;nbsp; &lt;u&gt;Somebody BETTER be pulling our leg!!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663863839622861089-2434627834731896957?l=sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/feeds/2434627834731896957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/2011/07/somebody-was-pulling-our-leg.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663863839622861089/posts/default/2434627834731896957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663863839622861089/posts/default/2434627834731896957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/2011/07/somebody-was-pulling-our-leg.html' title='Somebody Was Pulling Our Leg..........'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01650080322918612873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663863839622861089.post-5030947408742826823</id><published>2011-07-21T23:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T23:38:36.393-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It Broke!!  It Finally Broke!!...........</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;The horrible, sent-from-hell heat wave has finally broke!&amp;nbsp; I felt like a new woman today!&amp;nbsp; I actually cleaned the house - and really cleaned; did laundry, &lt;u&gt;used the dryer&lt;/u&gt;; the A/C and fans were all off, windows were opened!&amp;nbsp; BH went fishing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;It did get a bit warm in the afternoon, and I did have to turn on the fans and A/C about 11:30am.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; But the mugginess was at a minimum; temp got to about 85.&amp;nbsp; We probably would've survived without the cooling machines, but I'm a bit paranoid right now.&amp;nbsp; Any time it's&amp;nbsp;over 75 degrees, they're all going on!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;We had a quick thunderstorm go through about an hour ago.&amp;nbsp; It left us with a wonderful cool breeze coming through the windows!&amp;nbsp; Ahhh, to sleep; perchance to dream..........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Our work is cut out for us tomorrow.&amp;nbsp; Since the "blast furnace" weather with the humidity that made the grass grow even faster than 3 days of rain, BH will be taking care of that.&amp;nbsp; And then there's weedwhacking - my job.&amp;nbsp; A few more things to do in the house too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I can't wait for this weekend.&amp;nbsp; We're supposed to have highs in the 60's!!&amp;nbsp; The 60's!!&amp;nbsp; Oh, visions of Fall!!&amp;nbsp; I pray that this last week and some doesn't rear it's ugly head in August.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663863839622861089-5030947408742826823?l=sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/feeds/5030947408742826823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/2011/07/it-broke-it-finally-broke.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663863839622861089/posts/default/5030947408742826823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663863839622861089/posts/default/5030947408742826823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/2011/07/it-broke-it-finally-broke.html' title='It Broke!!  It Finally Broke!!...........'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01650080322918612873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663863839622861089.post-7381584831529528031</id><published>2011-07-20T06:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T06:22:49.873-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Is It Cooler in Alaska??..............</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I need cool.&amp;nbsp; Help. I can't stand this heat and humidity another day.&amp;nbsp; I told BH if we wanted this kind of weather, we would've moved down south!&amp;nbsp; This is Minnesota, for God's sake!&amp;nbsp; You know, -60 in the winter; 8 feet of snow on the ground; &lt;u&gt;not&lt;/u&gt; 110 degrees with 100% humidity and only dropping to 80 degrees at night.&amp;nbsp; This is insane!&amp;nbsp; Who lives like this?!&amp;nbsp; Who &lt;u&gt;wants to&lt;/u&gt;?!&amp;nbsp; The weather people keep saying it's more humid here than in the Amazon jungle.&amp;nbsp; OMG.&amp;nbsp; Bring on November ----- please!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;You can't cook in this weather.&amp;nbsp; Even using the microwave makes you feel like expiring from heat exhaustion.&amp;nbsp; Can't clean the house; just getting up to go to the bathroom causes sweat to run from every pore in your body.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Can't do laundry.&amp;nbsp; For sure I don't want to hang it outside to dry (would it even dry in 100% humidity?? I think not.) and can't use the clothes dryer with the A/C running - trips the circuits.&amp;nbsp; (Shades of "Green Acres" -- you know, Lisa had to unplug the coffee pot to plug in the toaster....).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Just for the record - and any meteorologists out there - BH tells me if it WAS 100% humidity in the house, it would be raining in here.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Yeah.....well........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;So we will go in the pool this afternoon for a couple of hours.&amp;nbsp; That helps a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Have homemade subs for supper (gotta get to the store first thing and pick up a couple of items), drink gallons of water, and keep the ice pack on my body, moving it from one part to another.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;And praying.&amp;nbsp; Lots of praying.&amp;nbsp; This is supposed to be the end of&amp;nbsp; MN. tropical weather for a while.&amp;nbsp; Tomorrow promises to be better.&amp;nbsp; And through the weekend.&amp;nbsp; I gotta go light some candles and say a novena.&amp;nbsp; Oh wait......candles=heat.&amp;nbsp; Maybe I'll just turn on all the night lights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663863839622861089-7381584831529528031?l=sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/feeds/7381584831529528031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/2011/07/is-it-cooler-in-alaska.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663863839622861089/posts/default/7381584831529528031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663863839622861089/posts/default/7381584831529528031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/2011/07/is-it-cooler-in-alaska.html' title='Is It Cooler in Alaska??..............'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01650080322918612873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663863839622861089.post-8852939370881648429</id><published>2011-07-16T08:14:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-16T08:17:09.948-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Should Be a Great Day........</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Son came up from Cities; he and BH left for fishing about 4:45am.&amp;nbsp; With instructions to be home at 1:00pm!!&amp;nbsp; We are in a heat/humidity warning for the next 5 days or so.&amp;nbsp; In the Cities, they say the heat index could be 112 degrees.&amp;nbsp; We up here in the northland could hit 100.&amp;nbsp; Well, anyway, we'll see who cries "uncle" and comes rolling home before they get fried!!&amp;nbsp; Men!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;It is now 8:00am.&amp;nbsp; I spun for about an hour; boiled pasta for pasta salad; changed bed linens; cut my hair; took a shower; cleaned the bathroom; dumped water from the dreaded A/C; dumped water from the dehumidifier; put the salad together; did the dishes and&amp;nbsp;ran the electric sweeper through the house.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Not bad, eh??&amp;nbsp; Of course, I'll probably pass out about 11:00am. hehehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;That's if grandson doesn't get dropped off here by his mom.&amp;nbsp; I told her Thursday that if she works today, he can come spend the day here.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Oh yeah, and I have ROCK N ROLL on the radio!!&amp;nbsp; As loud as I want it!&amp;nbsp; Ahhh, it's good to be single!!&amp;nbsp; Even if it's just for a few hours.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; A Great Day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;For supper?&amp;nbsp; Pasta salad, hot dogs on the grill and grilled corn on the cob.&amp;nbsp; I didn't plan anything for dessert;&amp;nbsp; maybe we'll sit by the campfire and drink a few beers tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Right now, it's overcast; looks like rain any minute.&amp;nbsp; But the humidity is up there; the kind that takes your breathe away.&amp;nbsp; Nice and cool in the house though.&amp;nbsp; Gotta enjoy it while I can; if the sun comes out, it's all over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I started back on the shawl yesterday; now that the black is spun into yarn.&amp;nbsp; 2 more pattern repeats and it'll be done.&amp;nbsp; This pattern does go really fast --- if you don't run out of yarn in the middle of it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Well, I'm going back to spinning for a while.&amp;nbsp; Then --- who knows.&amp;nbsp; I can do whatever I fancy;&amp;nbsp; I'm free;&amp;nbsp; I'm single.&amp;nbsp; For a few hours.&amp;nbsp; Ya gotta take what you can get, when you can get it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;You all have a great weekend.&amp;nbsp; Stay cool.&amp;nbsp; (All spinners are cool!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663863839622861089-8852939370881648429?l=sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/feeds/8852939370881648429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/2011/07/should-be-great-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663863839622861089/posts/default/8852939370881648429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663863839622861089/posts/default/8852939370881648429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/2011/07/should-be-great-day.html' title='Should Be a Great Day........'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01650080322918612873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663863839622861089.post-6080538508713562255</id><published>2011-07-13T06:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T07:02:56.202-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Success..........</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;The birthday party, that is.&amp;nbsp; Everything turned out great; everyone had a wonderful weekend.&amp;nbsp; Only the weather was a problem --- super hot and very, very humid.&amp;nbsp; The "I can't breathe" kind of humid.&amp;nbsp; But we all survived.&amp;nbsp; Half the crowd left at 4:30pm Sunday; the other half at 5:30.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s25fGcOGA28/Th2DBBfa42I/AAAAAAAAALE/1oMeZ87FnlU/s1600/DSCN2773.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s25fGcOGA28/Th2DBBfa42I/AAAAAAAAALE/1oMeZ87FnlU/s320/DSCN2773.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-idhAVSChYrw/Th2DDOH9L-I/AAAAAAAAALI/VP8PTZ94WQ8/s1600/DSCN2774.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-idhAVSChYrw/Th2DDOH9L-I/AAAAAAAAALI/VP8PTZ94WQ8/s320/DSCN2774.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ToxTJ1vBx1c/Th2DFHpkKZI/AAAAAAAAALM/lK5oA6PxPIQ/s1600/DSCN2775.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ToxTJ1vBx1c/Th2DFHpkKZI/AAAAAAAAALM/lK5oA6PxPIQ/s320/DSCN2775.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;And BH was sooo happy!!&amp;nbsp; He thanked everyone over and over for coming and thanked me many, many times for the party.&amp;nbsp; And he didn't want any celebration for his birthday!! Hehehehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Monday, spent the day cleaning up and laundry.&amp;nbsp; Tuesday, spent the day tearing down, stripping down beds, laundry, errands, bills, filing, and re-configuring the fridge by moving leftovers into smaller containers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I also managed to strip the blue SW merino roving, so now I have a whole basket of it to spin.&amp;nbsp; To be plied with the light blue regular merino.&amp;nbsp; At a later date.&amp;nbsp; Much later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Today is cleaning up the front yards; we had straight line winds on Sunday night.&amp;nbsp; The yards are littered with tree branches everywhere.&amp;nbsp; Then some pool maintainence and possibly clean out the van.&amp;nbsp; We plan on going camping next week.&amp;nbsp; Don't know where yet.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;It won't be a State park because &lt;em&gt;---- the state is&amp;nbsp;SHUTDOWN!!&amp;nbsp; 13th day? something like that.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Anywho, as you may recall, the&amp;nbsp;van is loaded with all the gear we had to extricate from the camper to make more sleeping room over the weekend.&amp;nbsp; It all was put in there willy-nilly.&amp;nbsp; Now needs to be taken out, sorted and repacked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Today is also supposed to be our last cool day (yesterday was, too).&amp;nbsp; Then the heat and humidity are moving in again.&amp;nbsp; The weather guy said it looks like it could last until the end of the month.&amp;nbsp; OMG!&amp;nbsp; I turned to BH and said "ehhh, maybe we better re-think the camping trip".&amp;nbsp; No response.&amp;nbsp; So I guess we're going.&amp;nbsp; I may need to remind him that heat and me do not get along.&amp;nbsp; I turn into the camper from hell.&amp;nbsp; He might want to re-think this trip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Besides the onset of the heat and humidity, there is also the issue of Social Security checks for August.&amp;nbsp; Have you heard?&amp;nbsp; The President, in an interview Monday, says that unless congress can agree to a budget next week, he cannot guarantee that recipients will receive their August SS checks.&amp;nbsp; Oh yeah!&amp;nbsp; People better get off their duffs and start calling and writing their congresspeople.&amp;nbsp; Communities should be reserving the buses right now; and protest marches in every town should be forming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Are you frickin' kidding me??&amp;nbsp; Millions of elderly and disabled will not get their money because of these freakin' idiots???&amp;nbsp; I DON'T THINK SO!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;All I can say is anyone who votes these assholes back into office needs to be put away for their own protection -- as well as the general population's.&amp;nbsp; Both parties need to be thrown out.&amp;nbsp; Start over.&amp;nbsp; Try something different.&amp;nbsp; Could it get any worse?&amp;nbsp; Ya know, there's a saying.&amp;nbsp; "When you've dug a hole too deep to get out of, stop digging!"&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Yes, and let's all throw the dirt back onto these morons and bury them!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Sorry for the rant.&amp;nbsp; But anyone who is on Social Security should sit up and take note.&amp;nbsp; Pay attention, people.&amp;nbsp; They mean to do us serious hurt!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663863839622861089-6080538508713562255?l=sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/feeds/6080538508713562255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/2011/07/success.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663863839622861089/posts/default/6080538508713562255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663863839622861089/posts/default/6080538508713562255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/2011/07/success.html' title='Success..........'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01650080322918612873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s25fGcOGA28/Th2DBBfa42I/AAAAAAAAALE/1oMeZ87FnlU/s72-c/DSCN2773.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663863839622861089.post-7771329354502065256</id><published>2011-07-09T07:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-09T07:00:21.259-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Today Is "B" Day!.........</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;It's BH's 75th birthday today.&amp;nbsp; It's 6:45am and he's still sleeping.&amp;nbsp; I'm patiently waiting for him to wake up so that the tornado of activity can start.&amp;nbsp; Vacuuming, a little dusting, changing bed linens, marinating the ribs, finishing touches on the cake, hauling over the coolers for the beer and the air mattress for guests, finish setting up the camper, get the rolls out of the freezer (better do that now or else....),&amp;nbsp; hang pictures son's fiance drew for us and shower ---- definitely shower.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;And of course, as the weatherman predicted, it's raining.&amp;nbsp; Sprinkling, actually.&amp;nbsp; There is word that it will only be a morning thing with sun brightening the day until early evening.&amp;nbsp; Then more rain.&amp;nbsp; Of course.&amp;nbsp; Why not.&amp;nbsp; Crap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;My stomach has been upside down over the past few days with all the preparations, anticipation and anxiety.&amp;nbsp; I'm thinking a few beers later will help calm it down.&amp;nbsp; I KNOW a few beers will help.&amp;nbsp; It's much too early right now, so I'll have to hold it together til at least noon.&amp;nbsp; Never want it to be said that I'm a morning drinker!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;BH is going to pick up daughter and son, so that'll give me 2 1/2 hours to fly through all the things that need to be done.&amp;nbsp; Somehow it's always easier and faster without someone hanging around the house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Son will be staying the night.&amp;nbsp; That's one extra overnighter not planned.&amp;nbsp; Crap.&amp;nbsp;A little more anxiety.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Well, here's hoping the skies clear, the sun shines brightly for most of the day, the kids from the Cities make it up here early enough to have a great time, and that everybody goes home tomorrow early enough so BH and I can collapse and have a quiet evening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Wish us luck!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663863839622861089-7771329354502065256?l=sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/feeds/7771329354502065256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/2011/07/today-is-b-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663863839622861089/posts/default/7771329354502065256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663863839622861089/posts/default/7771329354502065256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/2011/07/today-is-b-day.html' title='Today Is &quot;B&quot; Day!.........'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01650080322918612873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663863839622861089.post-5184194793593572231</id><published>2011-07-06T07:34:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T07:37:13.893-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Down, Two to Go.............</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Two more festivaties to go........then, hopefully, the rest of the summer will be ours! mmmmwwwahhhhha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Shower, over.&amp;nbsp; Daughter's trip&amp;nbsp;for a&amp;nbsp;checkup at Mayo, done.&amp;nbsp; BH's birthday shibang this weekend; niece's wedding in 3 weeks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Got the camper cleaned out, vacuumed and scrubbed.&amp;nbsp; Ready for guests.&amp;nbsp; It didn't take as long as I thought.&amp;nbsp; But then again, I always imagine that a chore I absolutely hate the thoughts of doing are going to take forever! Hence, it gets put off as long as possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Tomorrow is the dentist, then grocery shopping for the big weekend.&amp;nbsp; Today will be housecleaning - another chore that keeps getting pushed back.&amp;nbsp; But now my back's against the wall - so ............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;We have plans.&amp;nbsp; A camping trip week after next.&amp;nbsp; Where?&amp;nbsp; Who knows. We can't get into State parks because......the State is shut down!!&amp;nbsp; No budget was passed.&amp;nbsp; So, we'll have to dig out the KOA brochure.&amp;nbsp; Or go to Wisconsin.&amp;nbsp; Seems Wisconsin got a LOT of MN citizens' money over the holiday weekend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;We do need to get away for a bit.&amp;nbsp; We're also planning a few more camping trips in August,&amp;nbsp;after the wedding. &amp;nbsp; As we were sitting on the deck the other night, talking about our trip, daughter relayed this insight:&amp;nbsp; " You guys have it so peaceful and quiet here. It's so pretty and relaxing, and yet you want to leave here and go --- camping?!"&amp;nbsp; We all laughed.&amp;nbsp; BH and I have always said we feel like we have our own private campground here.&amp;nbsp; And yet..........ah, the grass is always greener.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Before we take off on this wonderful adventure, we have to clean out the van.&amp;nbsp; Because in order to clean the camper, we put all the camping gear in the van.&amp;nbsp; Willey Nilley.&amp;nbsp; "Just throw it in there; we'll sort it out later" was the order of the day.&amp;nbsp; Mostly because the weather was too hot to sort, repack and rearrange and because I had to make this as quick and easy as possible given BH's rant about how he doesn't "know why you have to take all the stuff out of there only to put it back again".&amp;nbsp; Best not to make a big deal out of it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;So far, there's rain in the forecast for this coming weekend.&amp;nbsp; Doesn't it figure?! I'm keeping my fingers crossed that the weather pattern will keep moving forward a day or two. Please, please!!&amp;nbsp; There can't be rain with a house full of people including 2 small children, and a party in the works.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;To keep my sanity, I've been spinning and knitting as much as possible.&amp;nbsp; Finally got the white beret w/beads done and almost the matching&amp;nbsp;second fingerless mitt.&amp;nbsp; There are about 8 coils of the blue merino to be spun.&amp;nbsp; Moving forward.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I do believe we finally got the new A/C figured out and working!!!&amp;nbsp; Finally got about 2 quarts of water dumped out of it when the "Full" light comes on and we cut about 8" of the exhaust hose off.&amp;nbsp; Making it shorter (as suggested in the manual....who knew?!) means a straighter hose; the hot air flows out much better, therefore, less condensation, means the tank doesn't fill up as quickly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Hooray!!!!&amp;nbsp; I still hate the damn thing, though.&amp;nbsp; It's the stupidest design I ever saw.&amp;nbsp; Told BH it obviously was designed by a MAN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Manual: "Keep the exhaust hose as straight as possible; no kinks or bends".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;HELLO: The exhaust connection sits 3" above the floor.&amp;nbsp; I don't know anyone who has windows that go to the floor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Manual: "To empty the tank, place a pan 1 1/2" deep under the drain plug.&amp;nbsp; Do not move or tip the unit while draining water."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;HELLO: The drain plug is&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 1/2" from the floor.&amp;nbsp; Does anyone have a pan that has sides&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;less than&amp;nbsp; 1/2" deep??&amp;nbsp; &lt;u&gt;So it is necessary to pick the damn unit up, tip it backwards to get the water to drain out&lt;/u&gt;.&amp;nbsp; This needs to be done 3 times to totally empty it.&amp;nbsp; Meanwhile, there is water pouring out from every corner on the bottom.&amp;nbsp; Large bath towels needed to wipe up the water; and my carpet gets soaked for about 6".&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; @@##%%%&amp;amp;&amp;amp;^@!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Enough, already.&amp;nbsp; I gotta get moving or nothing will get done today.&amp;nbsp; "Back against the wall"..........and the wall is pushing back!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663863839622861089-5184194793593572231?l=sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/feeds/5184194793593572231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/2011/07/two-down-two-to-go.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663863839622861089/posts/default/5184194793593572231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663863839622861089/posts/default/5184194793593572231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/2011/07/two-down-two-to-go.html' title='Two Down, Two to Go.............'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01650080322918612873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663863839622861089.post-4185829875635625598</id><published>2011-06-30T10:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T16:48:02.954-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Party and The Plans...........</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Well, dear friends, the bridal shower on Saturday was a success.&amp;nbsp; Niece was very happy - especially since most of the guests were groom's family.&amp;nbsp; Ours are scattered all over the country.&amp;nbsp; But those of us who live in MN made it.&amp;nbsp; Even techie son who does not participate in social gatherings came.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;The shower was held at the groom's mother's home.&amp;nbsp; Right from the beginning, I felt like I was in a "reality" TV show.&amp;nbsp; Holy crap!&amp;nbsp; You would not believe this house!&amp;nbsp; Huge, for one.&amp;nbsp; Decorated in dark burgundy and eggplant color schemes (not together!).&amp;nbsp; One of those wraparound sofas, with the chaise lounge at the one end; pictures of couples in a French artist kind of way; the master bathroom had a whirlpool tub, candles and scented oil warmers all over the place; satins, silks, suedes in every room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I asked BH: "if we get divorced, can I have a house like this?"&amp;nbsp; Yes, she's divorced; don't know what the ex does for a living.&amp;nbsp; She -- she looks like a "cougar".&amp;nbsp; Yep, I was in the middle of a "cougar reality TV show".&amp;nbsp; I know this because "Snooky" and "Kim Kardashian" were there, too.&amp;nbsp; Actually, I think there were 2 Kardashians; only 1 "Snooky".&amp;nbsp; What the hell is up with that???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Times like these make me sooooo thankful that I am waayyyy past that time in my life.&amp;nbsp; Glad to be a middle-aged Granny.&amp;nbsp; I don't have to put on airs anymore.&amp;nbsp; I don't have to dress, act and talk like all the empty-headed, full-of-themselves&amp;nbsp;"celebrities" in the media.&amp;nbsp; Of course the down side to all this is I feel like ----&amp;nbsp; my mother.&amp;nbsp; I think I'm becoming my own mother!!&amp;nbsp; Lord help me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Anywho, the decision was made on Sunday that I will be having a birthday party for BH next weekend.&amp;nbsp; Kind of forced on me because the kids wanted to come up for 4th of July.&amp;nbsp; But after explaining that we have to go to Rochester on Tuesday, and I really want this weekend to relax, I suggested that they all come up next weekend because it's "dad's birthday".&amp;nbsp; To which they all were very excited by the prospect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;And I had to tell BH, because I need to clean out the camper for extra sleeping arrangements.&amp;nbsp; I was trying to do this on the QT yesterday, but he kept fighting me about why it had to be done.&amp;nbsp; "Plenty of room in the house; someone can throw the air mattress on the floor; they did it before.&amp;nbsp; I don't know why you have to move all that stuff in the camper now and then you're just going to move it back.&amp;nbsp; Who's all coming up here, anyway?".......blah, blah, blah.&amp;nbsp; So I had to spill the beans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Then he tells me that son who lives near us is coming with his friend.&amp;nbsp; I said I thought he would; I was going to invite him and his family anyway.&amp;nbsp; "Yeah, but he's gotta bring the 2 kids because his wife has other plans for the weekend".&amp;nbsp; Well, I planned on the kids being here anyway, with his wife.&amp;nbsp; So it doesn't matter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Now I'll be planning a big picnic,&amp;nbsp;shopping, cooking, baking; a&amp;nbsp;cookout, setting up the volleyball net, getting out the&amp;nbsp;crokay&amp;nbsp;set(you know - wires, mallets, stakes and balls; the lawn game),&amp;nbsp;the pool toys, the coolers for beer and pop.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;And next week is already full of things to do: Tuesday, Rochester; Wednesday, take daughter home; Thursday, dentist appointment and then grocery shopping.&amp;nbsp; Friday, clean house, prepare food, bake and decorate cake, and get everything set up.&amp;nbsp; I'm tired just thinking about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;All I can say is "God, please don't let it rain!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;We're supposed to get thunderstorms today.&amp;nbsp; Which is a surprise because according to the weatherman last night, there wasn't suppose to be any rain until late tonight.&amp;nbsp;It was supposed to be very hot and humid, which seems to still be on track. &amp;nbsp;So......that blows the plans for more outside work.&amp;nbsp; Basic housework is done, so I have 7 skeins of yarn to ball up into cakes, and then more knitting.&amp;nbsp; Because then it'll be nap time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663863839622861089-4185829875635625598?l=sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/feeds/4185829875635625598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/2011/06/well-dear-friends-bridal-shower-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663863839622861089/posts/default/4185829875635625598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663863839622861089/posts/default/4185829875635625598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/2011/06/well-dear-friends-bridal-shower-on.html' title='The Party and The Plans...........'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01650080322918612873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663863839622861089.post-2133202647198193796</id><published>2011-06-25T07:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T07:34:33.217-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Saying..........</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Yesterday was BH and my 22nd wedding anniversary!!&amp;nbsp; No big hoopla.&amp;nbsp; We had a nice quiet day at home.&amp;nbsp; I fixed Italian chicken breasts w/spaghetti on the side, fresh Italian bread and a salad for supper.&amp;nbsp; Banana splits for dessert - BH's favorite!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;He cleaned up the front yard.&amp;nbsp; Lots of debris on the ground after 4 days of heavy rains and strong winds.&amp;nbsp; I straightened up the house and wrapped gifts for niece's shower.&amp;nbsp; That took me over an hour.&amp;nbsp; Trying to configure how to box up the items; should it be one or two boxes? Should I separate daughter's gift from ours?&amp;nbsp; No, boxed them all together.&amp;nbsp; The card will have all our names on it.&amp;nbsp; Then to figure out a nice bow/decoration for the top.&amp;nbsp; Yikes.&amp;nbsp; I had to go to the old house and rummage through the craft supplies to find netting, irridescent beads, doves on wedding rings (didn't make the cut), and tiny white silk roses (didn't make the cut).&amp;nbsp; Put it all together; it does look kind of cute.&amp;nbsp; I had to use double stick tape to keep everything in place.&amp;nbsp; Unfortunately, the only tape I had is 1" wide and kind of thick.&amp;nbsp; But it worked.&amp;nbsp; I hope it stays in place until gift-opening time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Anywho, our anniversary and her upcoming wedding bring back tons of memories of "our day".&amp;nbsp; It was the hottest day of the summer so far.&amp;nbsp; The church was not air-conditioned.&amp;nbsp; But everything turned out beautiful.&amp;nbsp; Our sons rented us a horse-drawn coach the night before, and BH and I went for a lovely ride around town for over an hour!&amp;nbsp; What a great surprise that was!&amp;nbsp; Our kids stood up for us.&amp;nbsp; My oldest gave me away; BH's youngest was his best man. (Both our sons were friends in high school and they set us up on a blind date 2 years before!!)&amp;nbsp; Our daughter's were bridesmaids and my one-and-only sister was my maid of honor.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; My 2 youngest sons, who were 11 and 10 yrs old, were groomsmen.&amp;nbsp; All the girls were dressed in beautiful tea length gowns, and the guys were in tuxes.&amp;nbsp;My gown was "candlelight" ecru, tea length,&amp;nbsp;lace; and my&amp;nbsp;shoulder length veil was held with a lacy "Juliet" cap.&amp;nbsp; Purchased at JC Penney's for $110.00.&amp;nbsp; I&amp;nbsp;&lt;u&gt;love&lt;/u&gt; that dress and veil.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I did all the flower arrangements, even for the altar at church.&amp;nbsp; Bouquets, hair pieces, boutinerres, and centerpieces for the head table at the reception.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;My twin brothers - one played accoustic guitar&amp;nbsp;sang 2 songs during the service - "The Wedding Song" by Paul Stokey(of Peter, Paul and Mary fame) and "In My Life" by John Lennon.&amp;nbsp; Then he did an instrumental of "Longer" by Dan Fogelberg during communion.&amp;nbsp; The other twin did the video camera of the whole ceremony.&amp;nbsp; We have it on tape.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;The reception was great.&amp;nbsp; Everyone had a great time.&amp;nbsp; There was a DJ to play the music.&amp;nbsp; Our first dance was&amp;nbsp; "Just You and I" by Crystal Gayle and Eddie Rabbit.&amp;nbsp; All our family, friends and some co-workers were guests; I think it totaled about 80 people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Our wedding cake was made by a friend of my sister's (she has her own cake decorating business).&amp;nbsp; It was 3-tier and gorgeous!!&amp;nbsp; Very delicious too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Then when things really got rockin' and rollin' later that evening, my twin brother(the camera guy) and I jitterbugged to "Let's Go to the Hop" by Danny and the Juniors!!!&amp;nbsp; He's the only one who can jitterbug!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;When all was said and done, I think the whole thing cost us about $2,000.&amp;nbsp; Quite a difference now when couples think nothing of spending 10s of thousands on a wedding!&amp;nbsp; Wow.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Well, the day after the wedding, we left for our honeymoon.&amp;nbsp; Took a road trip down&amp;nbsp;south.&amp;nbsp; Kentucky, Tennessee, Virginia.&amp;nbsp; Saw lots of sites, had a wonderful time.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;u&gt;And we camped the whole way&lt;/u&gt;!&amp;nbsp; Yes. Camped.&amp;nbsp; We're both avid campers, but by the 12th day, the&amp;nbsp;billboards for "Red Roof Inn" were looking mighty appealing to me!&amp;nbsp; I would've given anything for a nice soft bed and a hot, relaxing shower!&amp;nbsp; But we carried on.&amp;nbsp; BH said "won't it be great to be able&amp;nbsp;to say we camped for the whole 2 weeks of our honeymoon?!"&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Ehhh, yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;So here we are 22 years later.&amp;nbsp; Lots of ups and downs; lots of hurts and reconcillations; lots of joys and lots of sorrows.&amp;nbsp; But we've built this life together, through good times and bad.&amp;nbsp; A huge accomplishment in itself.&amp;nbsp; And we take pride in it all.&amp;nbsp; And as the years pass and our time here wanes, we take comfort in each other, we depend on each other, don't want to be apart from each other&amp;nbsp;and we truly, truly adore, respect and love each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;And I often think how those 4 songs during our ceremony and reception have come to mean more to me every day and how they have defined our life together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;We wish the very same for our lovely niece and her husband-to-be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663863839622861089-2133202647198193796?l=sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/feeds/2133202647198193796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/2011/06/just-saying.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663863839622861089/posts/default/2133202647198193796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663863839622861089/posts/default/2133202647198193796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/2011/06/just-saying.html' title='Just Saying..........'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01650080322918612873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663863839622861089.post-682571015555795755</id><published>2011-06-23T06:38:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T06:41:13.414-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More Random Thoughts...........</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;**Because we are in our 4th day of rain, cold and darkness, my mind is a globulation of thoughts.&amp;nbsp; One-liners running together that can't be individually thought out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;**Saturday is my niece's bridal shower.&amp;nbsp; I still have to wrap the gifts, figure out what to wear - winter or summer?&amp;nbsp; Trim BH's hair, decide what time to pick up daughter for the trip to the Cities, and how I'm going to respond to the excommunicated daughter who is supposed to show up at the shower.&amp;nbsp; We haven't spoken since my dad passed away.&amp;nbsp; But that's another very long, sad story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;**While on this thought, (hey, I guess I can have more than a one-line thought!), it's also rumbling around in my brain how everything will go at the wedding that ex daughter is also supposed to attend.&amp;nbsp; Not only has she not talked to me, she hasn't talked to her youngest brother, who happens to work for the same company she does (won't acknowledge him at work!), she hasn't talked to my sister for over a year - and never even sent condolences when my mom passed away on New Year's Eve day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;**I've been spending a lot of time spinning and knitting.&amp;nbsp; Therefore, housework has been a "no go".&amp;nbsp; And I was on such a "high" when the weather actually seemed like summer.&amp;nbsp; I was so proud of myself for planning projects and actually getting them done!&amp;nbsp; But with this crappy weather, I just want to hibernate again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;**I started spinning the blue - what I thought was Cormo, but when splitting it yesterday, I realized it's Merino.&amp;nbsp; And not a good Merino.&amp;nbsp; Lots of bumps, clumps and tinnnyyyy pieces of sand-like matter.&amp;nbsp; All to be picked out as spinning.&amp;nbsp; Aaaarrggghhh!&amp;nbsp; But I &lt;u&gt;love&lt;/u&gt; the color, and plan on plying it with a striated blue superwash Merino.&amp;nbsp; Of which I have about 2#s.&amp;nbsp; What the hell is wrong with me?!&amp;nbsp; It's my addiction.&amp;nbsp; Well, despite all that, I know it'll be a beautiful yarn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;**I really hope we get back to summer weather soon because I have a lot to get done before my sister comes out here.&amp;nbsp; She'll be here 2 days before the wedding, staying with us til we all go to the Cities on that Saturday.&amp;nbsp; I'd like to have things looking just "spiffy"!!&amp;nbsp; Since she hasn't been here in 5 years!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;**BH's birthday is July 9.&amp;nbsp; He will be 75.&amp;nbsp; I'd love to have a big party for him, but don't know how I'd pull it off.&amp;nbsp; July 5, we take daughter to Mayo Clinic for a checkup on her hip replacement;&amp;nbsp; July 7 I have a dentist appointment.&amp;nbsp; So I'm kind of trying to talk myself into having it the weekend after.&amp;nbsp; That way, it'll really be a surprise for him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;**Besides this, to have the kids and brother, sister-in-law come up, some people would have to rent a hotel room.&amp;nbsp; We live in a small mobile home.&amp;nbsp; And they would have to spend more money - being that there's the wedding a month later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;**I don't know if I can muster the energy to plan a buffet/picnic meal, make and decorate a cake, shop for all the incidentals&amp;nbsp;and be a hostess with the mostess.&amp;nbsp; Especially if we're still in the October weather mode.&amp;nbsp; Not to mention the cost of the whole shibang.&amp;nbsp; Crap.&amp;nbsp; I asked him if he would like a party for his birthday (actually I suggested we have a party), he said "no", he doesn't want one; wait until his 80th.&amp;nbsp; Now that's positive thinking!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;**I&amp;nbsp; know BH really wants to get away.&amp;nbsp; We've been talking about doing a lot of camping this summer(?), and he probably would rather do that for his birthday.&amp;nbsp; But we have this "camping rule" -- no camping on the weekends.&amp;nbsp; Too crowded, too noisy, too many kids running around, too many jerks running around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;**Well, I gotta plan some trips, with the bulk of them most likely in August when all the hulabaloo is over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;**Every so often, the thought runs through my head if I'm going to do the Craft Show at the school this year.&amp;nbsp; Haven't done one in about 5-6 years.&amp;nbsp; But I've got a lot of stuff left over that is stored in the farmhouse, that I'd really like to get rid of, and it's been the motivation for all the spinning and knitting.&amp;nbsp; BH keeps asking me "how many pairs of socks, how many hats and mitts, how many scarves do you have made?"&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;u&gt;I DON'T KNOW!&amp;nbsp; I JUST KEEP MAKING THEM; I KNOW I HAD TO SEPERATE THEM INTO THEIR OWN STORAGE TOTES!&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp; Geezzz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;**Oh yeah.&amp;nbsp; I've gotta check the 100 yards of material that is stored, and see if there's something I can make a dress out of for the wedding.&amp;nbsp; This, of course, is my accumulation of quilting material --- which hasn't seen the light of day for -- eh, maybe 4 years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;**Ok. There's no spinning or knitting getting done while I'm on the computer.&amp;nbsp; So, I'm going back at it.&amp;nbsp; Onward and upward.&amp;nbsp; Slow and steady wins the race.&amp;nbsp; This is one &lt;u&gt;amazing race&lt;/u&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Dare I say, seemingly with no end in sight!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663863839622861089-682571015555795755?l=sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/feeds/682571015555795755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/2011/06/more-random-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663863839622861089/posts/default/682571015555795755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663863839622861089/posts/default/682571015555795755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/2011/06/more-random-thoughts.html' title='More Random Thoughts...........'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01650080322918612873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663863839622861089.post-1542831988456228535</id><published>2011-06-22T07:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T07:37:59.055-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Enough Is Enough!!.............</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Ok. Our 3rd day of rain and cool temps.&amp;nbsp; It poured all day yesterday - and I do mean poured!!&amp;nbsp; With winds about 40mph.&amp;nbsp; Our front yard is littered with tree branches; looks like Paul Bunyon went crazy with the ax - but never cleaned up after himself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Today is the same.&amp;nbsp; It is &lt;u&gt;pouring&lt;/u&gt; as I write.&amp;nbsp; Along with occasional thunder and lightening.&amp;nbsp; BH and I had planned on going to Grand Rapids (MN not MI) to shop. Actually just to get the hell out of the house for a while.&amp;nbsp; I'm not too enthused about it right now.&amp;nbsp; I need to take a shower.&amp;nbsp; But I'm waiting for the chance of lightening to pass.&amp;nbsp; I'm paranoid about being in the shower during a lightening strike.&amp;nbsp; I won't even let BH take one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;However, we have a pool almost outside the bathroom window.&amp;nbsp; 1500 gals. of water; and the filter is plugged into the outside recepticle that is -- you guessed it --- right outside the bathroom window.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Well, lightening may blow out the electric, I just don't want it hitting &lt;u&gt;me&lt;/u&gt; in the shower!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;And what the hell is this?&amp;nbsp; Washington state??&amp;nbsp; I don't think they get this much rain!&amp;nbsp; BH just told me we're moving to northern Alaska.&amp;nbsp; He says they don't have this crap up there; it's consistent weather -- cold -- all the time!!&amp;nbsp; Hehehe, silly man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;While I'm complaining, I do want to say my prayers are with the folks in southern MN.&amp;nbsp; They are under a flood watch - again.&amp;nbsp; Apparently the rivers have not receeded much from the previous floods, and they're about to go over their banks again.&amp;nbsp; Some people have been flooded out 3 times already; this will be the 4th.&amp;nbsp; God bless you all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Well, I finished plying the burgundy.&amp;nbsp; 4 bobbins full and a 5th that had to be Nplied.&amp;nbsp; Oh, and the black Shetland has been Nplied.&amp;nbsp; So maybe later today or tomorrow they will be skeined and washed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Finished knitting a beret out of the white, which is actually a cream color.&amp;nbsp; Added crystal glass&amp;nbsp;beads to it, a technique I saw on "Knitting Daily" with Eunny Jung.&amp;nbsp; What a great tip this was.&amp;nbsp; I always add beads while spinning a single and then ply for yarn.&amp;nbsp; And though there is some wiggle room to move them to another position while knitting, sometimes not enough.&amp;nbsp; This tip was great - add a bead where you want it.&amp;nbsp; The beret turned out very nice and the beads look great.&amp;nbsp; Now I'm knitting up matching fingerless mitts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;My niece's bridal shower is Saturday.&amp;nbsp; We'll be staying overnight at son and fiance's place; coming home Sunday afternoon.&amp;nbsp; It's a "Jack and Jill" shower, which means the men attend also.&amp;nbsp; Whose bright idea was this??? Probably some insecure little Nellie who wanted to make sure her man wasn't out with the boys while the Hens were oohing and ahhing over household appliances!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Man, I liked it better when it was a "hen" party, starting at 1:00pm, ending at 5:00pm, on a Sunday afternoon,&amp;nbsp;and then&amp;nbsp;everyone went home.&amp;nbsp; This soire is starting at 5:00pm, ending--------when the beer is gone, says the invitation.&amp;nbsp; Good grief!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Well, I gotta go make some alternate plans for today.&amp;nbsp; Hope BH doesn't &lt;u&gt;insist&lt;/u&gt; on taking that ride today.&amp;nbsp; I know - I'll tell him we'll order his telescope today!!&amp;nbsp; Yeah. That's the ticket!&amp;nbsp; Once he gets on the computer, it's all over.&amp;nbsp; There's cribbage to play.&amp;nbsp; That's good for about 6 hours!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663863839622861089-1542831988456228535?l=sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/feeds/1542831988456228535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/2011/06/enough-is-enough.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663863839622861089/posts/default/1542831988456228535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663863839622861089/posts/default/1542831988456228535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/2011/06/enough-is-enough.html' title='Enough Is Enough!!.............'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01650080322918612873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663863839622861089.post-7682935431293851714</id><published>2011-06-20T07:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T07:30:14.715-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Is There Really Going to Be a Summer??..............</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Oh man, this feels like Fall!&amp;nbsp; Ridiculous.&amp;nbsp; Rain yesterday, today and for the next 3 days.&amp;nbsp; Temps not conducive to a "summer rain" either.&amp;nbsp; Crap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;So today, I will ply the 3 bobbins of burgundy.&amp;nbsp; Got 2 balls of light blue roving on the schedule for the next spinning job.&amp;nbsp; I think it's Cormo.&amp;nbsp; Very pretty.&amp;nbsp; I don't have any blue yarn spun up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Yesterday was a nice, relaxing Father's Day, despite the weather.&amp;nbsp; Just me and BH.&amp;nbsp; Lots of phone calls from the kids.&amp;nbsp; Which is always a pleasant surprise ----- that they remembered!!&amp;nbsp; You know they're always &lt;u&gt;soooo busy!!&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; So I planned a nice steak dinner, with shrimp cocktail, baked potato, corn and strawberry shortcake for dessert.&amp;nbsp; He was very happy!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;For the day, he played cribbage on the computer (his favorite pasttime!), and I worked on Nplying the last of the black Shetland on 1 1/2 bobbins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I'm hoping this will be enough to get through the shawl on the knitting needles.&amp;nbsp; Had to put it on "hold" because I ran out.&amp;nbsp; Remember the dyeing job last week that was supposed to be black?&amp;nbsp; And wasn't.&amp;nbsp; Well, I remebered about these 2 bobbins!&amp;nbsp; What the heck!&amp;nbsp; It's so crazy, it just might work.&amp;nbsp; More on that later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Still maintaining the pool.&amp;nbsp; Change filter, add chemicals.&amp;nbsp; I'm beginning to wonder if all will be for naught.&amp;nbsp; Might be 1500 gallons of water that never have contact with a human body!&amp;nbsp; I told BH yesterday "I think the water's warming up a bit".&amp;nbsp; Well, that may be.&amp;nbsp; But the thought of going in the pool during the rain, just doesn't appeal to me!&amp;nbsp; He keeps telling me he thinks July and August are going to be HOT.&amp;nbsp; He's definitely a "Polyanna" - to the extreme.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;That's all I've got for today. It's a very blah day.&amp;nbsp; So, back to the wheel.&amp;nbsp; Somehow, there's always sun shining (if only in my head) when I'm at the wheel!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663863839622861089-7682935431293851714?l=sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/feeds/7682935431293851714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/2011/06/is-there-really-going-to-be-summer.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663863839622861089/posts/default/7682935431293851714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663863839622861089/posts/default/7682935431293851714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/2011/06/is-there-really-going-to-be-summer.html' title='Is There Really Going to Be a Summer??..............'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01650080322918612873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663863839622861089.post-517662792303942923</id><published>2011-06-17T07:16:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T07:16:59.228-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Whew! What a Week.............</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I managed to get done&amp;nbsp;all I had planned!&amp;nbsp; It's a "Gold Star" week.&amp;nbsp; Few and far between.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Sunday: we did get the pool up - in record time!&amp;nbsp; And considering it hasn't been up for 2 years, we were giddy with ourselves.&amp;nbsp; It even stayed up overnight.&amp;nbsp; This is the test, because it seems that there's never enough air in the ring, or the damn thing is cockeyed, and sure enough, next morning, it's half deflated with water pouring out.&amp;nbsp; Ah, but not this year!&amp;nbsp; And it's still up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Monday: skeined the 4 bobbins of white yarn, washed and hung to dry.&amp;nbsp; Prepared near a pound of grey Shetland to be dyed.&amp;nbsp; One pot black, one 2 shades of green w/ yellow highlights; the crockpot, maybe a green and burgundy.&amp;nbsp; Do you find that the prep takes much longer than the actual dyeing? Yikes!&amp;nbsp; Anywho, the black didn't turn black -- it became a beautiful dark purple wine color with black and grey striations.&amp;nbsp; Love it!&amp;nbsp; And the green turned out great!&amp;nbsp; The crockpot experiment turned into a lighter shade of the dark purple with more silver highlights.&amp;nbsp; Take a look:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IIDIIt69sVI/TftBtyPIpUI/AAAAAAAAAKw/YU6W17sn4HU/s1600/DSCN2761.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IIDIIt69sVI/TftBtyPIpUI/AAAAAAAAAKw/YU6W17sn4HU/s320/DSCN2761.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7MRlrnCQ0C4/TftB0ql4DfI/AAAAAAAAAK0/xhHY89yuxG8/s1600/DSCN2764.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7MRlrnCQ0C4/TftB0ql4DfI/AAAAAAAAAK0/xhHY89yuxG8/s320/DSCN2764.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SWyUtWxh9Ck/TftB4TYphhI/AAAAAAAAAK4/qdJZy3bAu64/s1600/DSCN2765.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SWyUtWxh9Ck/TftB4TYphhI/AAAAAAAAAK4/qdJZy3bAu64/s320/DSCN2765.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pq_PEuAx3W4/TftB-9ivhiI/AAAAAAAAAK8/9n7h2ma4cqE/s1600/DSCN2771.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pq_PEuAx3W4/TftB-9ivhiI/AAAAAAAAAK8/9n7h2ma4cqE/s320/DSCN2771.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O1La4medfWU/TftCA4krbvI/AAAAAAAAALA/9728ZlgicsQ/s1600/DSCN2769.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O1La4medfWU/TftCA4krbvI/AAAAAAAAALA/9728ZlgicsQ/s320/DSCN2769.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Tuesday:&amp;nbsp; The pot of dye that was supposed to be black had a lot of color left(my bad - I always use too much dye when trying to get dark colors!)&amp;nbsp; So, I thought why not prepare more wool and use up the dye.&amp;nbsp; That's where the dark turquoise color came from.&amp;nbsp; Another experiment that I am very happy with.&amp;nbsp; You know, come to think of it, I shouldn't really say I'm dyeing wool - it's really experimenting!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; Also straightened up the house, did a load of laundry, prepared BBQ ribs for supper, filed daughter's paperwork, gathered all my paperwork for Social Security (that turned out to be a waste of time, ie:previous post); changed filter for the pool and added chemicals; ran into town to take care of errands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Wednesday:&amp;nbsp; Besides the disappointing trip to the SS office, did get all the business taken care of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Thursday: I contemplated dyeing more wool.&amp;nbsp; Thinking of dyeing some white roving a very dark green; and then I could use some solid yellow and pink.&amp;nbsp; But the weather was crappy, cloudy, rainy, chilly.&amp;nbsp; So, I balled the white skeins into cakes, balled up the dyed roving and did some spinning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Today:&amp;nbsp; Well, don't know yet.&amp;nbsp; Looks like it's going to be another gloomy day.&amp;nbsp; I should do some housework and laundry.&amp;nbsp; Probably will.&amp;nbsp; Because I love weekends to myself, with no "have-to's".&amp;nbsp; I've already spent 2 1/2 hours spinning the burgundy; just about done.&amp;nbsp; It'll give me 3 bobbins + a little more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I'm thinking fish fry for supper.&amp;nbsp; Gotta get the fish out of the freezer.&amp;nbsp; Maybe potato salad, too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Wherever you are, whatever you have planned for today, have a great day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663863839622861089-517662792303942923?l=sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/feeds/517662792303942923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/2011/06/whew-what-week.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663863839622861089/posts/default/517662792303942923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663863839622861089/posts/default/517662792303942923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/2011/06/whew-what-week.html' title='Whew! What a Week.............'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01650080322918612873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IIDIIt69sVI/TftBtyPIpUI/AAAAAAAAAKw/YU6W17sn4HU/s72-c/DSCN2761.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663863839622861089.post-4851730846082585682</id><published>2011-06-15T22:33:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T22:36:26.694-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And We Wonder Why........</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Warning:&amp;nbsp; This will eventually turn into a rant!!.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Well, today was the day.&amp;nbsp; I went to register for Social Security.&amp;nbsp; BH and I had this planned for a week.&amp;nbsp; And being that it's an hour's drive from home, we consolidated our errands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Most of yesterday was spent gathering all the proofs needed; birth, divorce, marriage, income tax returns, W2 statement, Unemployment confirmation, SS estimation of benefits, and BH's SS award letter for this year.&amp;nbsp; I was sooooo ready!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Of course we had been checking all this on the internet.&amp;nbsp; The same site said to apply 3 months before you turned of age and "no appointment necessary".&amp;nbsp; I also looked up the street by street directions to get there, and printed out the map as a certainty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;We are ready.&amp;nbsp; The plan was to leave&amp;nbsp;home&amp;nbsp;at exactly 8 am.&amp;nbsp; Stop at the garbage&amp;nbsp;plant and pay our bill; stop at DMV and register BH's fishing car and the boat; next to the SS office; then to Target for niece's shower gifts; on to the home improvement store for odds and ends - and a new filet knife to replace the one BH can't find.&amp;nbsp; Then to daughter's to take care of some business with her.&amp;nbsp; Go to the auto repair shop to have to A/C recharged in the van; last stop is grocery shopping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;So we arrive at the SS office.&amp;nbsp; The guard greats us and asked the reason for being there.&amp;nbsp; "I'm&amp;nbsp; signing for SS", I say politely.&amp;nbsp; He hands me a clip board, "fill out this paper and here is your number.&amp;nbsp; You'll be called shortly".&amp;nbsp; He was very polite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;The little slip from the machine that prints out "next to be served" numbers says mine is 53.&amp;nbsp; BH and I are the only clients in the building.&amp;nbsp; I should have known this was a bad omen.&amp;nbsp; Within 10 minutes, a young lady calls my number.&amp;nbsp; I should have stood up and looked around the room, then looked at my slip of paper.&amp;nbsp; But I didn't think it would end as it did........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;We walk over to her cubby hole, sit down.&amp;nbsp; "How can I help you?" she asks.&amp;nbsp; "I'm here to sign for Social Security" say I, manilla envelope in hand, with every piece of paper that would not only prove who I am, but probably give&amp;nbsp;someone enough information to become me - no problem.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; And here's the problem.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;"Oh, you can't do that here.&amp;nbsp; You can only apply either on-line or over the phone", says she.&amp;nbsp; "Wh-Wh-What, I can't apply here?"&amp;nbsp; "That's&amp;nbsp; right.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;You apply over the phone or internet, then we would call you&amp;nbsp;and make an appointment.&amp;nbsp; All our reps are with other people right now".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;With a half smile on my face, because I sure as hell don't want to sound angry or sarcastic, I reply "But there's NO ONE ELSE here".&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; "Oh, but the reps are on the phones with them; it's a very busy day".&amp;nbsp; "And", she continues,&amp;nbsp; "you can only apply at the office, with an appointment,&amp;nbsp;no more than a month before your birthday; but you can apply&amp;nbsp;over the phone or internet up to 4 months before that".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;And here's where it gets REAL good and starts the gray matter in your head to just about explode:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"So when I apply over the phone or internet, how do I show all my proofs of identity&lt;/em&gt;??"&amp;nbsp; "THERE'S NO NEED", she says;&amp;nbsp;"IF THE COMPUTER SPITS OUT A PROBLEM WHEN THE REP IS ENTERING YOUR INFO, THEY WILL CALL YOU AND ASK YOU SOME QUESTIONS".&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; That's it.&amp;nbsp; You apparently don't have to show them ANY proof of who you are.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; And you'll receive the money you&amp;nbsp;have worked hard for all your life, in monthly installments, til you drop dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Now, think about this the next time you want to open a bank account.&amp;nbsp; Federal Law prohibits a bank from issuing you an account &lt;u&gt;without &lt;/u&gt;a picture ID,&amp;nbsp;proof of address,&lt;u&gt; &lt;/u&gt;and your Social Security card.&amp;nbsp; There may even be a few other "proofs" you need.&amp;nbsp; Even if you live in a town of 400 residents, you've been banking there for 15 years, and you know the bank president by name, and she knows you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;And we wonder how ID theft can be sooo prevelant or how illegals can pass themselves off as a card-carrying, tax paying, hard working citizen using our name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Think about it long and hard the next time you hear the BlowHard politicians ranting how Social Security is breaking the Country!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Remember this the next time you go to the doctor's or find yourself in the hospital, the same hospital you've gone to all your adult life, and they STILL need to make a copy of your insurance card, and you STILL have to fill out all the info: name, address, phone number, spouse's name, doctor's name, ad nauseum.&amp;nbsp; AND, they're entering all this on the computer ---- for the umpteenth time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Oh yeah.&amp;nbsp; I'll be on the computer tomorrow.&amp;nbsp; Social Security, here I come!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663863839622861089-4851730846082585682?l=sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/feeds/4851730846082585682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/2011/06/and-we-wonder-why.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663863839622861089/posts/default/4851730846082585682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663863839622861089/posts/default/4851730846082585682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/2011/06/and-we-wonder-why.html' title='And We Wonder Why........'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01650080322918612873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663863839622861089.post-3183917074787391380</id><published>2011-06-12T07:46:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T07:49:25.524-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We're Gettin'  'Er Done.............</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Another gorgeous weekend!&amp;nbsp; I'm so filled with ambition and energy, I'm giddy with myself!&amp;nbsp; Yesterday I finally got out and scraped the windows.&amp;nbsp; We caulked and painted the frames a couple weeks ago. That was a job that was on the list for last year -- didn't get done til now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today is another beautiful day, so we're putting the pool up.&amp;nbsp; This will most likely be an all-afternoon affair.&amp;nbsp; And I'm pretty sure my energy will be zapped for the rest of the day.&amp;nbsp; But that's ok.&amp;nbsp; At least it'll be done.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;However, according to the weather report, we're expecting 3 days of rain in various degrees, starting tomorrow.&amp;nbsp; Rats!!&amp;nbsp; Makes me think we should postpone the pool.&amp;nbsp; But I know if we do that, it'll never get done, and before you know it ----- it'll be 98 degrees again and I'll be swearing a blue streak!!&amp;nbsp; Onward and upward.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tomorrow is being planned as "Wool Day".&amp;nbsp; Perfect if we get said rain.&amp;nbsp; I've got 4 skeins that need to be washed, as well as the "ugly socks" and a hat.&amp;nbsp; Also plan on gathering up my dyeing equipment and get started tomorrow on dyeing some grey Shetland.&amp;nbsp; I'll do kettle and crockpot.&amp;nbsp; I really love to do painted roving, but I'm not in the mood right now for all that.&amp;nbsp; Maybe later this summer.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;By the way, check out "Passing Down Crazy"'s blog.&amp;nbsp; Look at the gorgeous skeins she and the kids dyed!&amp;nbsp; Love, love, love them!!&amp;nbsp; What a great first attempt at dyeing!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was in the old farmhouse yesterday, looking for more lawn ornaments.&amp;nbsp; As I'm looking around, I said to myself "wow, this isn't so bad.&amp;nbsp; We could probably get this organized and cleaned out in no time".&amp;nbsp; Started feeling pretty positive about it.&amp;nbsp; So, this is definitely going on the list.&amp;nbsp; Maybe we'll start this coming week, being that it's going to rain anyway.&amp;nbsp; This job is a thorn in my side!&amp;nbsp; Been wanting to get at it for a long time.&amp;nbsp; But everytime I start thinking about it, I can barely get up the gumption to do it.&amp;nbsp; The thought of&amp;nbsp; going through everything, organizing, throwing out - yuck.&amp;nbsp; &lt;u&gt;There's a lot of crap over there!&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp; Not to mention boxes and boxes of craft supplies from back in the day.&amp;nbsp; Most of that needs to be sorted out and re-boxed.&amp;nbsp; Maybe for the yard sale this summer.&amp;nbsp; Another plan that has been going astray for about 5 years --- a yard sale.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've been collecting stuff for all those years.&amp;nbsp; Good stuff you really don't want to throw out.&amp;nbsp; Everytime we come across something while cleaning out something else, I tell BH "No, no, don't throw it out.&amp;nbsp; Put it over in the house for my Yard Sale".&amp;nbsp; Right now, I could probably run a month of weekend yard sales!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today is my baby's birthday.&amp;nbsp; He is 32 today.&amp;nbsp; Gotta call him.&amp;nbsp; Probably be on the phone for a couple of hours.&amp;nbsp; We usually talk every weekend, but didn't get around to it last week.&amp;nbsp; I can still remember when he was little.&amp;nbsp; How he loved to dig holes right behind the house, saying he was building his own house - with a basement; he was digging the basement.&amp;nbsp; Or how he used to climb up on my lap, with woobie in hands, curl up and watch "Fraggle Rock".&amp;nbsp; And how, when he started kindergarten, he would hide behind me at the bus stop so he could pop his thumb in his mouth until the bus came!&amp;nbsp; And now he's grown.&amp;nbsp; He's our computer techie; our auto mechanic, our handyman.&amp;nbsp; Nothing this kid can't do!&amp;nbsp; He's absolutely amazing.&amp;nbsp; Unfortunately, he doesn't think so.&amp;nbsp; He could really write his own ticket in life and have a comfortable, prosperous lifestyle if he put his mind to it.&amp;nbsp; But it's not for him.&amp;nbsp; I keep praying anyway.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Update on the A/C:&amp;nbsp; Well, I attempted to drain the water from the so-called "Full" tank.&amp;nbsp; &lt;u&gt;There is no water!!&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp; Got a few drops out.&amp;nbsp; I even went so far as to tip the damn thing backward and forward. Nothing.&amp;nbsp; But I moved it to another window, another outlet by itself (as recommended in the instructions), hoping this would end the TV remote interference.&amp;nbsp; Nope.&amp;nbsp; The remote still sets off the settings on the stupid thing.&amp;nbsp; And it's not even facing that direction.&amp;nbsp; I did turn it on once and the "Full" light was off and the condensor light was on.&amp;nbsp; But I didn't leave the machine on for any length of time to see if it was now working properly because ---- it's been in the 60's here.&amp;nbsp; And I'd rather have the windows open, than the A/C on.&amp;nbsp; So the story continues...........more updates to come.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, I better get my arse in gear; burning daylight here.&amp;nbsp; Wishing you all a wonderful, beautiful, peaceful weekend.&amp;nbsp; Enjoy!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663863839622861089-3183917074787391380?l=sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/feeds/3183917074787391380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/2011/06/were-gettin-er-done.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663863839622861089/posts/default/3183917074787391380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663863839622861089/posts/default/3183917074787391380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/2011/06/were-gettin-er-done.html' title='We&apos;re Gettin&apos; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e4e4MLhWJwc/TfIGttugrHI/AAAAAAAAAKs/u0hdxoE_V8g/s1600/DSCN2760.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e4e4MLhWJwc/TfIGttugrHI/AAAAAAAAAKs/u0hdxoE_V8g/s320/DSCN2760.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think it turned out great!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;In other news, today is the 1 year anniversary of my dad passing away.&amp;nbsp; A very sad day, to be sure. Filled with lots of memories of this day.&amp;nbsp; My brother and I were with him when he took his last breath. I can vividly remember how he looked.&amp;nbsp; I miss him very much.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The memories of our whole life are both bitter and sweet.&amp;nbsp; But thank God, we have these memories as a family.&amp;nbsp; Sometimes I think it's all that gets us through.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've been spinning - still working on the burgundy.&amp;nbsp; And knitting the poncho.&amp;nbsp; Which appears that it's going to present a problem.&amp;nbsp; I'm running out of one of the colors.&amp;nbsp; Have no more to spin up.&amp;nbsp; I'm gonna have to come up with Plan B.&amp;nbsp; But I think it'll have to be put aside for a while until I do.&amp;nbsp; Oh well.&amp;nbsp; Guess I'll have to start something else.&amp;nbsp; Not so frustrating right now, because there's other things to get done around the house.&amp;nbsp; No major knitting marathon.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I &lt;u&gt;did&lt;/u&gt; finish the "ugly socks"!&amp;nbsp; Thank goodness.&amp;nbsp; I managed to get rid of this superwash Merino thats been hanging around for years.&amp;nbsp; Am not a fan of superwash!&amp;nbsp; However, I do love to ply it&amp;nbsp;with other wools.&amp;nbsp; So, needless to say,&amp;nbsp; oh yeah.&amp;nbsp; I have lots of superwash.&amp;nbsp; I just can't resist the feel and the striated coloring in the roving.&amp;nbsp; Yep. Sucker.&amp;nbsp; But I will &lt;u&gt;never, ever&lt;/u&gt; spin a yarn of strictly superwash!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, what would a rainy, cold day be without a few gripes.&amp;nbsp; So here goes:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;We purchased a new A/C a couple weeks ago.&amp;nbsp; The tail end of winter was still with us, so there was no need to hook it up right away.&amp;nbsp; Did this last week.&amp;nbsp; It is not the same make as the one we already have.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;BIG mistake.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;We have a Haier that we bought about 5 yrs ago.&amp;nbsp; It's one of those big ones you can roll around (I can not understand the concept of "rolling around" an A/C!)&amp;nbsp; Never had a lick of trouble with it. Love it!&amp;nbsp; Ah, but this time, BH wants to buy the same type from the big box home improvement store.&amp;nbsp; Because we get a year to pay it off with no interest.&amp;nbsp; Okey dokey, then.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Unfortunately, it is not a Haier.&amp;nbsp; It's a name that is just now coming onto the marketplace.&amp;nbsp; &lt;u&gt;And&lt;/u&gt; it's half the size, but a 1/4 more BTU's.&amp;nbsp; The salesman assured us that it is a top-notch machine! No problems, no complaints.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not exactly.&amp;nbsp; First, the window piece to connect the exhaust hose comes in 3 sections.&amp;nbsp; If it doesn't fit your window, you need to cut the extension piece down.&amp;nbsp; No problem; done.&amp;nbsp; Ah, but it's too low in the window; can't connect the hose.&amp;nbsp; Take the cut off piece, add it to the other extension and create a 2-level connection.&amp;nbsp; But now there are gaps where the 2 pieces don't quite sit level on top of each other.&amp;nbsp; No problem.&amp;nbsp; Get out the duct tape.&amp;nbsp; Done.&amp;nbsp; Connect the hose.&amp;nbsp; But it's fashioned like a clothes dryer hose, and you have to make sure the wire is in the 2 little grooves and then twist it around until it's set; do this on both ends.&amp;nbsp; Except, when you get the one end secured and start twisting the other, the set one pops out.&amp;nbsp; Aaarrgggghhh!(This is &lt;u&gt;not&lt;/u&gt; the word I used. Let your imagination run wild!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Finally done.&amp;nbsp; Whew.&amp;nbsp; But later that evening, we're watching tv, go to turn the channel, and the temp reading on the unit goes up.&amp;nbsp; Hit the tv remote again, and a different function on the A/C is engaged.&amp;nbsp; WTF!!&amp;nbsp; The tv remote controls the A/C!!&amp;nbsp; Let me say, the unit is &lt;u&gt;not&lt;/u&gt; facing the direction of the tv remote.&amp;nbsp; A little while later, it doesn't seem like this thing is blowing enough cold air.&amp;nbsp; The temp is set at the lowest - 61 degrees ---- because it's &lt;u&gt;98 degrees outside!&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp; AND it seems the condensor is not staying on.&amp;nbsp; Therefore,&amp;nbsp; later that evening,&amp;nbsp; the "Full" light is on.&amp;nbsp; Which means the water tank is FULL!!&amp;nbsp; WHAT??!!&amp;nbsp; Read the manual.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"If the 'Full' light is on, you need to empty the tank.&amp;nbsp; Place a pan, no deeper than 1" under the drain plug, open plug and let the water drain".&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; You think so?&amp;nbsp; There &lt;u&gt;is no room under the drain plug!&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp; It is like 1/4" off the floor!! Shit. Shit. Shit.&amp;nbsp; Our Haier sits in the hottest part of the house, and in 5 yrs., we have &lt;u&gt;never, ever&lt;/u&gt; had to drain the tank!&amp;nbsp; And the air flow is great! Very powerful.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The tank has not yet been drained and the unit has been off for the last 3 days.&amp;nbsp; I want to take it back to the store.&amp;nbsp; I want my money back!&amp;nbsp; Despite the big tag attached to the unit that read "DO NOT RETURN THIS UNIT TO THE POINT OF PURCHASE".&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Yeah.&amp;nbsp; Right.&amp;nbsp; You don't know who you're messin' with!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh, and one more little glitch to this saga.&amp;nbsp; The box.&amp;nbsp; The unit is packed in the box with 3" of styrofoam all around it and a 2" very hard cardboard frame on top and bottom.&amp;nbsp; You can't get the thing out of the box without ripping apart one side.&amp;nbsp; And the cardboard frame on the bottom of the unit? Is also the bottom of the box.&amp;nbsp; There &lt;u&gt;is&lt;/u&gt; no bottom to the box.&amp;nbsp; This makes it a bit difficult to pack it up and take it back to the store.&amp;nbsp; &lt;u&gt;There is no box left.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I should have stuck with my 17 fans!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663863839622861089-2047793057140017647?l=sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/feeds/2047793057140017647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/2011/06/picturesand-other-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663863839622861089/posts/default/2047793057140017647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663863839622861089/posts/default/2047793057140017647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/2011/06/picturesand-other-thoughts.html' title='Pictures......and other Thoughts'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01650080322918612873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jwa2XgOK5xI/TfIGPeXtXTI/AAAAAAAAAKU/h5QwTDa-tow/s72-c/DSCN2754.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663863839622861089.post-3062794885034844399</id><published>2011-06-09T10:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T10:55:19.307-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Well, Well, Well.........</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Lots going on here over the past week or so.&amp;nbsp; I wound up with a bad cold last Tuesday, was good for nothing all week.&amp;nbsp; Just what I needed, something else to throw a monkey wrench into my things-to-get-done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Thursday, I felt a bit better, still congested.&amp;nbsp; Thought maybe some manual labor would work the crap outta my system.&amp;nbsp; So, I went out and planted all the pots for the soon-to-be remodeled flower bed.&amp;nbsp; It looked like rain all the while, but I got 'er done!&amp;nbsp; Then I died for the rest of the day.&amp;nbsp; It didn't work the crap outta my system.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Friday - blah.&amp;nbsp; Saturday, cleaned house (finally!).&amp;nbsp; Sunday was a &lt;u&gt;gorgeous&lt;/u&gt;, warm, sunny day.&amp;nbsp; BH and I started outside about 10:30am.&amp;nbsp; He, cutting the grass.&amp;nbsp; Me, weedwhacking and then - I started tackling the flower bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;This bed is about 28" off the ground.&amp;nbsp; It was built up that way to hide the hitch on the front of the mobile home.&amp;nbsp; The bed is 4' deep x 12' long.&amp;nbsp; I know.&amp;nbsp; But at least I didn't have to get on my knees to clean it out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I got up into it, weedwhacker in hand, and started mowing the weeds and lily of the valley down (weeds were about 12" high!)&amp;nbsp; Worked like a charm!!&amp;nbsp; No muss, no fuss!!&amp;nbsp; (well, there actually was a &lt;u&gt;lot &lt;/u&gt;of muss).&amp;nbsp; I love&amp;nbsp;my weedwhacker.&amp;nbsp; I could probably cut down a decent size tree with&amp;nbsp;it.&amp;nbsp; I &lt;u&gt;know&lt;/u&gt; I can cut the cable line with it! (been there; done that).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Anywho, that done, next came the black plastic.&amp;nbsp; Easy peezy.&amp;nbsp; Then the 8 bags of red mulch.&amp;nbsp; Beautiful!!&amp;nbsp; Looks great!&amp;nbsp; Then the decorating.&amp;nbsp; The solar lights; the various flower pots and a couple of my garden angels.&amp;nbsp; Done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;There's just one problem.&amp;nbsp; We have chipmunks.&amp;nbsp; They have holes all over the yard.&amp;nbsp; You'd think we have our own Putt-Putt green.&amp;nbsp; That's not all.&amp;nbsp; This year, for some unknown reason, maybe the munks thought it was time to put on additions to their maze of tunnels, they dug 2 huge holes in this flower bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I covered the holes.&amp;nbsp; With double thick black plastic and 4" of red mulch.&amp;nbsp; They're just going to have to rebuild.&amp;nbsp; Ahh, but every so often, one of them is in the flower bed, trying to figure out just how to go about getting through the mulch and ripping a hole in the plastic.&amp;nbsp; I am constantly on guard!&amp;nbsp; Shooing him away when I see him, yelling at him.&amp;nbsp; (I say it's a "him", because even a female chipmunk would understand and appreciate the beauty of the newly remodeled flower bed!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I did take "before and after" pictures, but have yet to load them on the computer.&amp;nbsp; I will.&amp;nbsp; And I will post them soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Right now, I need to be ever vigilant.&amp;nbsp; It's me against the munks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663863839622861089-3062794885034844399?l=sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/feeds/3062794885034844399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/2011/06/well-well-well.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663863839622861089/posts/default/3062794885034844399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663863839622861089/posts/default/3062794885034844399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/2011/06/well-well-well.html' title='Well, Well, Well.........'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01650080322918612873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663863839622861089.post-3770153067175986236</id><published>2011-06-02T09:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T09:34:31.416-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Made It!!!!...........</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Well, all most.&amp;nbsp; This is the month I sign up for........Social Security!!&amp;nbsp; Next week, in fact.&amp;nbsp; Can I get a "WooHoo!!"?&amp;nbsp; OMG, I've been waiting for this for seriously 2 years!&amp;nbsp; Can't wait to get my first check in October.&amp;nbsp; Neither can BH.&amp;nbsp; He has &lt;u&gt;big&lt;/u&gt; plans.&amp;nbsp; He says his goal is to stay alive long enough to enjoy the benefits of &lt;u&gt;my&lt;/u&gt; money for a while!&amp;nbsp; What a dreamer!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;On the home front, both sons came up from the Cities this past weekend; one to fish, one to hang out.&amp;nbsp; Fishing was not the greatest - not trout, anyway.&amp;nbsp; The poor kid.&amp;nbsp; Last week he catches 4 within 15 minutes, but was just testing out the lake.&amp;nbsp; This time he's loaded for bear - eh, trout, - and Nada!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;He also brought up bags and bags of groceries to prepare a delicious trout dinner - all the fixins'.&amp;nbsp; He called me at 2:00pm to say they had nothing and he hoped I had an alternative for supper. (uh, yah, I'm a fisherman's wife!)&amp;nbsp; He also said the boat sprung a leak and all their equipment got soaked.&amp;nbsp; Ohhh boy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;He also said he accidently locked his keys in the trunk!&amp;nbsp; And all the car doors were locked.&amp;nbsp; Had to call a locksmith - and it costs him $75.00!!!&amp;nbsp; Double "Ohhhh boy!".&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; This is becoming one very expensive fishing weekend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;So, we had Italian sausages w/ fried peppers and onions on bakery rolls, baked beans and corn on the cob.&amp;nbsp; I did make the 2 pies for dessert - 1 cherry and 1 blueberry.&amp;nbsp; So all was good.&amp;nbsp; I also ran up to the store and got 1/2 case of beer --- of which I enjoyed a few bottles myself!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Sunday was much better.&amp;nbsp; Only they fished for Bass.&amp;nbsp; Came home with 5!&amp;nbsp; We had a Bass fry for supper.&amp;nbsp; However, when it came time to cleaning the fish, BH couldn't find his filet knife.&amp;nbsp; "Ryan's got one; use his", says I.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; "No, he HAD one", says BH.&amp;nbsp; "Used it to try and get the trunk open.&amp;nbsp; Broke the blade".&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Ohhh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;So the fish were cleaned using my filet knife ( which has a serated edge - not good), a steak knife and a paring knife.&amp;nbsp; But they got the job done, and the fish was relatively boneless and delicious!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Of course, while all this hunting for a proper knife was going on, son yells to me "I hope you had something else planned for supper".&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Silly boy.&amp;nbsp; I already had 7 chicken breasts marinating in the fridge!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Yep, fried fish, baked and grilled chicken, great fried potatoes (a combo of white, yukons, reds and yams(!) with peppers and onions!&amp;nbsp; This is son's recipe, the first time for us, but it was great!!&amp;nbsp; Lots of flavor!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Oh, and he brought 4# of asparagus, which I steamed, and we had watermelon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;So, all in all, it turned out to be a pretty good weekend.&amp;nbsp; Fishing son left at 7:45am on Monday, mainly because of the storms we had overnight and were supposed to get during the day, and to beat the traffic headed back to the Cities.&amp;nbsp; Techie son left about 1:15pm.&amp;nbsp; And it was quiet in the house!&amp;nbsp; We rested for the remainder of the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I've been putzing around the house this week.&amp;nbsp; Don't know where it came from, but I got hit with a sore throat and nasal congestion on Tuesday night. So I immediately started dosing myself with medicine yesterday morning.&amp;nbsp; Feeling much better today, thank goodness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Today I want to get out and plant my flowers --- before the next batch of rain storms (tomorrow).&amp;nbsp; Gotta go to daughter's tomorrow and stay overnight.&amp;nbsp; Taking her clothes shopping on Saturday morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Sunday is supposed to be a beautiful day, so BH and I are planning on doing the front garden bed.&amp;nbsp; Can't wait!&amp;nbsp; I know it's going to look great when we get it done!&amp;nbsp; Before the next batch of storms -- on Monday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663863839622861089-3770153067175986236?l=sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/feeds/3770153067175986236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-made-it.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663863839622861089/posts/default/3770153067175986236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663863839622861089/posts/default/3770153067175986236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-made-it.html' title='I Made It!!!!...........'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01650080322918612873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663863839622861089.post-5854386338915626799</id><published>2011-05-28T08:06:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T08:10:41.350-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy First Holiday Weekend of the Summer!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Well, here we are! Another Summer season is upon us. Can you stand it?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;And it's the opening weekend of Bass fishing! I am officially a fishing widow. Son came up last night loaded for bear -- no. no. Bass.&amp;nbsp; He is so confident of the catch today that he brought up everything to prepare a trout dinner.&amp;nbsp; Yes. I said trout.&amp;nbsp; He is an &lt;strike&gt;obsessive&lt;/strike&gt; avid trout fisherman.&amp;nbsp; Tomorrow is Bass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Last weekend he was up here for fishing.&amp;nbsp; Caught 4 trout in 15 minutes! But released them because things were too helter skelter.&amp;nbsp; Ah, but trout won't be so lucky this weekend.&amp;nbsp; Dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Also last weekend I was still nursing a bad hip, so moving around a lot was not in my game plan.&amp;nbsp; The pain didn't really subside til Monday.&amp;nbsp; By Tuesday, I was ready to rock and roll!&amp;nbsp; Oh yeah!&amp;nbsp; Finally got into the flower beds. Cleaned, weeded, mulched.&amp;nbsp; Wednesday got out all the lawn and garden ornaments, solar lights, birdbath.&amp;nbsp; BH finished cutting all the grass. I weedwhacked like a crazy woman.&amp;nbsp; NOW I'm ready for summer!&amp;nbsp; Except for the pool --- if the weather co-operates, that will be going up this week.&amp;nbsp; If it's not up by next weekend, that plan will be scrapped.&amp;nbsp; Won't be enough days for the water to warm up and keep it's warmth; not worth the water bill and the hassle.&amp;nbsp; Here's hoping!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;We also went to the home center and bought another A/C.&amp;nbsp; The big kind that you vent out the window and can roll around (?).&amp;nbsp; I never understood the concept of "rolling" around an air conditioner.&amp;nbsp; Anywho, we already have one that keeps the main house cool, but needed one for the big house addition.&amp;nbsp; We used to have a window A/C for the family room, but since the new windows went in last summer, it doesn't quite fit without running the risk of denting the window frame.&amp;nbsp; Sooo ----- another "rolling" one will do the trick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Problem is - we can barely get out of the 60's for day temps.&amp;nbsp; The A/C is still sitting in the box.&amp;nbsp; The other one is not hooked up.&amp;nbsp; And there are no fans in the house either.&amp;nbsp; Oh, yes. I still use fans.&amp;nbsp; One in every room.&amp;nbsp; For a total of 7.&amp;nbsp; &lt;u&gt;I do not like heat!&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp; Even in the winter.&amp;nbsp; I need to keep the bedroom window open a couple of inches. And sometimes, the window next to my recliner in the FR. when it gets too warm in the house.&amp;nbsp; Even if it's 20 below 0!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Went to the garden center yesterday and bought annuals for the pots.&amp;nbsp; Of course, it's raining today - and tomorrow - and Monday, so heaven only knows when they'll get planted.&amp;nbsp; We also went out last week and got 8 bags of red mulch.&amp;nbsp; There's a HUGE flower bed in front of our mobile home that currently has Lilies of the Valley. Has had for 18 years.&amp;nbsp; It's time for a change.&amp;nbsp; Especially since they only last for about a week and then I'm fighting weeds and dying plants for the rest of the summer.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;So the plan is to cut them all down, dig out what we can and then put down black plastic with the red mulch on top.&amp;nbsp; Then I'm going to place different pots with the annuals on the mulch.&amp;nbsp; I'm very excited about this.&amp;nbsp; Can't wait for those little buggers to bloom and die off.&amp;nbsp; I hope I can remember to take "before and after" pictures to post here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Techie son is also supposed to come up today for the weekend. He doesn't fish, so we spend the days yammering, eating, drinking and playing with his bunny, Lambchop.&amp;nbsp; I &lt;u&gt;love&lt;/u&gt; her!&amp;nbsp; She's soooo much fun and has a great personality!&amp;nbsp; But &lt;u&gt;very, very&lt;/u&gt; high maintenance!!&amp;nbsp; It's like all the other grandchildren --- you love to have them come up, but you love to see them go home!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Haven't done any spinning in over 2 weeks - due to the hip.&amp;nbsp; But have been knitting.&amp;nbsp; Got the yoke done on the poncho, but put it aside because now starts the lace patterning.&amp;nbsp; Need to have a clear, conscience mind to start that - and that's not now.&amp;nbsp; So went back to the "ugly" socks.&amp;nbsp; Almost to the toe on the second one, but it looks like I'll be running out of the striping wool for the toe.&amp;nbsp; I'll have to go back and rip out the one on the other sock and re-configure the striping.&amp;nbsp; Geezzzz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Well, I better get my arse in gear.&amp;nbsp; Planning on making&amp;nbsp; cherry and blueberry pies-one of each.&amp;nbsp; And better pull something out of the freezer for supper ---- just in case.&amp;nbsp; Can always have it tomorrow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;You all have a happy and safe holiday weekend!&amp;nbsp; God bless our troops, near and far, young and old, living and deceased.&amp;nbsp; May we never forget.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3663863839622861089-5854386338915626799?l=sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/feeds/5854386338915626799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/2011/05/happy-first-holiday-weekend-of-summer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663863839622861089/posts/default/5854386338915626799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3663863839622861089/posts/default/5854386338915626799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheepishlyspeaking.blogspot.com/2011/05/happy-first-holiday-weekend-of-summer.html' title='Happy First Holiday Weekend of the Summer!!'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01650080322918612873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3663863839622861089.post-5648673407056818007</id><published>2011-05-16T09:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T09:31:44.337-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Shhhhh......Pretend I'm Not Here..........</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Don't make any noise....I'm supposed to be cleaning the house today.&amp;nbsp; Haven't done a thing in......3 weeks.&amp;nbsp; Except clean the bathroom (that's a given - there is, afterall, a man in the house), the kitchen and change the bed linens.&amp;nbsp; No dusting, no vacuuming.&amp;nbsp; Well I have reasons......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;First and most importantly - I HATE housework.&amp;nbsp; Been doing it for near 50 years.&amp;nbsp; I believe that at this point in my life, I have a right to do with my days whatever I want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Second - I've been spinning and knitting like there's no tomorrow.&amp;nbsp; Just started a poncho yesterday (and immediately had to frog it twice before the pattern finally made sense.&amp;nbsp; Btw: there is a mistake in the pattern, so it wasn't my ineptitude).&amp;nbsp; And I'm continuing on the "ugly" sock. Got the heel flap almost done.&amp;nbsp; Spinning the red wool.&amp;nbsp; Which turned out to actually be a burgundy.&amp;nbsp; Very nice all the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Third - my body has been suffering post-fall problems.&amp;nbsp; From the fall I took last&amp;nbsp;Saturday at the wool festival.&amp;nbsp; I was pretty achy and sore that Sunday and Monday.&amp;nbsp; Felt much better Tuesday and Wednesday.&amp;nbsp; A little sore again on&amp;nbsp;Thursday; Friday, having trouble moving and sitting.&amp;nbsp; This Saturday - holy crap!!&amp;nbsp; I could barely move at all!!&amp;nbsp; My hip.&amp;nbsp; The same hip I seem to always twist the wrong way.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;But I attribute this relapse on the fact that I've been spinning li
