Tolentreasures

OK, folks, today we are taking a break from the usual craft/family dribble that I normally drone on and on about. We are going to approach the indelicate subject of... wait for it.... Bathroom Odors. or How did I get to 54 and not know this? Recently at work, we were discussing this indelicate subject. At the risk of family dissension we are not going to mention the individual that prompted this discussion. Anonymity is the key here. I have tried this.. but all it did was make the smell tinted with coconut verbena lime or whatever other smell I might have had. I have tried candles and matches and even the very expensive Poo-Pourri available at fine retailers and gift shops. My friend and co-worker Dawn, explained their use of shaving cream to eliminate bathroom odors. Simply squirt the shaving cream in the commode prior to the "event' and there will be no smell! Let me te

Doesn't this look pretty? Then you see the rest of the table. The tree is up. but I found this below in a corner. And the worst one? These giant pumpkins in the winter looking snow! Do your holidays collide?  Mine always seem to. I still have snowmen up for Valentine's Day. Who am I kidding, sometimes I pack them away and put out the bunnies. And in October, I found eggs that needed packed away before I could put out the pumpkins. Thank goodness we drink a lot of coffee. The boxes are perfect. Debbie, Jennifer , Laurie and Sandi your packages will be mailed today!

Well, I cleaned the sewing room. Friday, it was no small task. The hoarder in me found no less than 40 pairs of blue jeans. That's right, folks... you heard it... FORTY!!! Time for an intervention, right? You really aren't a hoarder if you do something with them. I keep telling everyone around me that. So, I did. I cut and cut and cut some more. This was the almost gone pile. And finally I had them all cut. Nice circles.. All ready for a blanket. Anyone need any pockets?  I have tons and I don't do anything with those. I would gladly drop those in the mail to anyone that could use them! Today, I am stepping out of the house. In my agoraphobic deer camp state, I have not stepped off the property since Thursday. Oh, how I could be a hermit... A hermit hoarder, How I identify with those people! They say admitting it is the first step!

The idea was for them to make some of their Christmas presents. And it worked... with some help from Grandma. Preparation. First I had to bleach these trees, because even in my "let them try it" world, bleach and anyone under 10 is not a good mixture. Well really, I have had more than a few bleach disasters from ten to 54, but we aren't going there today. Off to a YouTube video because you can learn anything on YouTube. That precious woman crafting in her organized perfect craft room dipping one tree at a time in a vintage glass holding her measured bleach mixture... Yeah right. Fill up the sink, glug, glug some bleach into it, and toss in the trees. In true crafter ADD, I poured myself a cup of coffee, wiped off the counter and turned around..... and they were bleached. That over-organized crafter on YouTube was doing a lot of dipping and waiting. But then, she measured. A quick rinse,

This is the view outside my front door this morning. It certainly brightened my mood! Sunrise and Sunset, while we don't have fantastic, uninterrupted views of them, I am thankful for the views that we have! .And now on to the ramblings. Anyone remember this post? http://tolentreasures.blogspot.com/2011/11/ten-good-things-about-deer-camp.html One short year ago. Well this year ends a long standing tradition. JWS is staying home for deer camp. Those of you who know us, would say it is only a nine year tradition that you are alone for deer camp. True, very true. But you see, I began a tradition of being alone (well except for those child rearing years when you are NEVER alone)  for deer camp in 1978 in another life. Thanksgiving over, a long weekend off work before the chaos of Christmas starts. I loved it. No wait, I cherished it! How quickly it was gone! I heard those words several ago, "I don't thin

Let's just say that there was a lot going on this week. Normal Christmas rush at work, Orders to keep straight, Lots to do... Was JWS having surgery? OR wasn't he? Discussions. A party here on Thursday, Light up Night on Friday, Two sets of company on Sunday, Breakfast at the church on Monday, Wood for the railing that JWS was going to build before Thanksgiving, Deliveries to be made and kids always kids underfoot. So, all that being said... it is little wonder how WE MISCOMMUNICATED SATURDAY'S DIALYSIS RUN! That is all it was, we didn't forget the poor woman, Lord knows, we realize she is there and needs to go. It was just a series of conversations, texts and phone calls that went seriously awry. It was bound to happen. You do the math. Three years of dialysis runs Three days a week Four Drivers Four jobs Three children under the age of seven now. Two school buses to meet every d