Friday, April 26, 2013

Auction Night

Last night was another auction at our local fairgrounds.
The fair board sells the food at these auctions.
Some of us spend way more than the fair board makes.
Money in, money out.
We sure have fun at them though!
I saw this quilt come up for bid.
Somehow, I had missed it in my early preview.
Since we have to get food ready ahead of time,
I manage to peruse the goods prior to the auction.
Missed this!
I did get it for what I thought was a good price.
It looks like feed sack material.
The stitching is really nice.
 
(Just as a side note, Blogger is being a little contemptible
about loading pictures in order or at all. )
 

 
Also, scored this ice sign. 
I missed that in the preview also.
I have been looking for one of these for awhile
and didn't want to pay the high $$$
that they were running.

 
There are more treasures in my car,
it was raining when we came home
and we were tired.
 
However,
right now,

I am drinking this...

from this....
 I
waiting on this.
This coffee pot was the main thing that I wanted. 
It will be perfect in the camper.
 
You can check here for my other big camper purchase.
 
It didn't get auctioned until toward the end of the auction
and
as the crowd dwindled,
I was seeing a bargain happening....
Wrong!
Apparently, someone else wanted it as much as I did.
I was persistent,
I was steely-eyed.
I was determined.
Truthfully,
I just paid a whole lot for it!
 
JWS wanted to know if I knew how to make coffee in it.
I assured him that I did.
I might be a little rusty at that
and
really, in my defense,
we need percolator ground coffee.
But actually,
as I got to thinking,
the last time that I made percolator coffee on the stove,
was in Haiti
six years ago.
 
I might need to practice before the camping trip.

Thursday, April 25, 2013

Laundry Day

We took a little ride on Monday
to find an Amish canvas shop
and soon realized
that it was laundry day.
I wish I could have got more pictures,
but,
JWS was going a little faster than I realized.

Most of them were pretty blurry.

And then,
this is what we found.
Yes, that does say,
"Call at house
1-800-WHOA"
Apparently, that is Amish humor.

We snapped a few pics while we waited.

Beehives on the ceiling.

And how about this adding machine?

 
Finally, this week, I managed to finish the cushion covers
for my camper dinette.
 
The procrastination was worse than the job.

Sunday, April 21, 2013

How Bizarre!

 
The boys and I made these owls.
Not only is it the general consensus of those around here
that they are just a little weird,
but now the picture won't post right side up.
How Bizarre!
I have to find sticks for the boys' owls to perch on.
and
drill holes for hanging in the trees outside.
They were for them to give to their
Mom
and
other grandmas.
 
I have a feeling they will all be hanging in my trees.
That's OK.
I love them!

 
Prior to the spring warm-up,
and
the
commencement of spring mowing,
I was seriously working on
stash busting all the yarn I have accumulated.
This afghan is finished. 
 
I think it will go in the camper.
The rest will be part of the new
Yarn Bomb.
Watch for it!
And for those of you that DRIVE by
my house...
Watch for Coal Trucks!
You know who you are.
 
This will hopefully be the biggest yarn bomb in Dayton
to date!

Last Sunday,
I finally got a new chair for my paint room.
See the old one in the back?
Broken down,
no back support.
I bet this new one makes me paint even faster!
 





Wednesday, April 17, 2013

Shoe Snob? Not Me!

Absolutely not!
Some of the best wearing shoes
and
most comfortable
shoes
that I have owned
have
been purchased
at
thrift stores
or
handed down from my kids.
 
That being said,
there are two types of shoes
that I am picky about.
Athletic shoes
(JWS informed me that I was no longer allowed to refer to them as "tennis" shoes)
(he also informed me that I really didn't qualify to call them "running" shoes)
(I know that I am stretching it calling them "athletic" shoes)
("Old lady, trying to work off winter fat" shoes, just is too bulky to say)
and
Winter Boots
(we will leave those for another post...like maybe October)
The pair pictured above are way past their prime.
The are actually smooth on the bottom.
Believe it or not,
they have over the recommended
500 miles on them. 
I have been procrastinating the purchase of a new pair.
The chore of shopping for them
causes nothing short of
a series of incidents
that could possibly require
mood-altering pharmaceuticals...
or a trip to the liquor store.
Really folks, it is that bad!
 
First of all, 
if I never had to go in another mall for the rest of my life,
life would be complete.
I almost managed to Christmas shop last year
without stepping in a mall.
 
Finish Line...Mall.
Foot Locker....Mall. 
 
So, as luck would have it,
I found myself on a city street,
after a doctor's appointment
and
a very nice dinner with a friend that I have not seen in
a very long time,
looking at a specialty shoe shop that was open.
 
Why not?
The day had gone well, surely it could continue.
 
So, in I walk.
Immediately, I knew that I was not drugged
prepared for this.
 
I was met by an onslaught of colors.
Athletic shoes in every color imaginable,
some that required sunglasses to even look at them,
and
clothing.
Skimpy little running gear in every bright color.
 
Two clerks
with BMI's that are on the opposite ends of the chart
from mine,
one helping a man find socks to help
him after he bikes for 20 miles
because his calves start to hurt at that point.
Really?
First of all, "athletic" socks should be purchased
cellophane wrapped
in 6 packs at the flea market.
I really did not know that there were ones that made your
calves feel better after 20 miles on a bike.
Maybe there are ones that would
 "make my feet feel better
mid afternoon when I hobble getting up from
my desk for my afternoon cup of coffee
so that I can remain awake for the rest of the day"
socks?
 
I could not ask the nice young man that.
 
I say,
"I need a pair of shoes."
(not running, not tennis, not "I have to get this 20 pounds off")
just shoes.
 
He kindly asks what I have now.
I think he fully expects me to say "Keds"
Oh, wait, he is not old enough to know what those are.
 
And then...Horror!
He tells me that they watch you walk there and try to fit the shoe to your walk.
Now, you might say,
"What service!"
Until....
he tells me to roll up my jeans so that he can watch my feet
as I walk.
I sit on the wood bench,
slip off my $4 Goodwill find loafers,
bend in the middle,
after a
bacon cheese chicken sandwich and Parmesan french fries
and
large lemonade,
hoping that I don't fart,
huffing and puffing to reach my feet,
start to roll up my pant legs and simultaneously pull up my black socks
all the while calculating the last time
I shaved my legs.
 
Multitasking at it's finest.
 
And then I walk.
I know that he is thinking,
"When is this old lady going to start this walking program?"
and
"Does she have the permission from her doctor to exercise?"
but he kindly finds me three pairs of shoes to try.
 
None feel good. 
I have high arches.
My feet have a delicate curve to them.
Hey, it's the only delicate curve left on my body.
And it is causing me problems.
 
And honestly.
 
If you are going to pay $130 for a pair of shoes,
should you really have to fork out
another $50 for arch supports to make them wearable?
 
I think I am heading to
Payless
and
the
Dr. Scholl's counter at the drug store.
 
I think I can just fix up cheap shoes!
 
(Do they still make Dexatrim? Maybe I could just skip all this  nonsense.)
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Monday, April 15, 2013

If Only

If only,
reading a fortune cookie
made it come true!
 
Happy?
Most of the time.
Peaceful?
Rarely.
 
 
 









Sunday, April 7, 2013

Pot Lid Panic

So,
 yesterday...
Let's just say that I was multi-tasking.
I mean,
it was nice and I had a day at home
and
the
ADD
really kicked in high gear.
No focus,
way too many irons in the fire.
Way too many.
There were clothes on the line,
beds were stripped,
the yard was getting cleaned up,
trees were getting trimmed,
some painting was getting done,
butternut squash pies were being made,
macaroni and cheese,
pot lids and other various metal items were getting sprayed
and
anyone who knows me,
know that when all this happens,
something is going to
scorch
burn
IGNITE!
 
I get out a pan for the pasta
and....
can't find the lid! 
 
I feel my neck get hot,
I am fumbling,
I am not looking at JWS..
nothing,
no eye contact.
I am frantically digging in the cupboard
and
thinking...
(really screaming in my mind)
OHMYGOODNESSDONTEVENTELLMEITOOKTHATPOTLID
OUTSIDEANDSPRAYEDITJWSISGOINGTOKILLME!!!
 
Then I remembered,
relieved
that I had used it on the skillet and it was in the dishwasher
and
I seriously had to wait for my heart to slow down.
 
Another
catastrophe
averted!
 
Not much actually got
FINISHED
at my house this weekend
other than this salad.
 
 
Some pies and macaroni and cheese...
oh yes,
and
clean sheets from the clothesline.
 
See the afghan on top?
I have tons of yarn that I need to use up
so I started the
afghan on top.
It was going to take MONTHS!
So, I restarted another one with a big hook and double yarn.
Should be done this week!
 
 
 

 
This afternoon, we got the call.
We could go to the campground junk yard.
 
We,
JWS and I were almost giddy.
 
And guess what?
We found a fridge for the camper!
 

More on that to come in the camper blog!
 
 

Saturday, April 6, 2013

Baskets from Haiti

 
My pastor just returned from Haiti.
He goes there a lot
and
every now and then he brings baskets back for me.
These showed up the other day
when he visited. 
So pretty and durable.
 
Several years ago he brought this one home.

And six years ago this month,
Shawnee and I traveled there and I brought this one home.
It is really durable and holds the dinosaurs
for the grandchildren.
They love to play with them.
 
This one was actually too big to fit in anywhere and became
my carry on for the entire trip home.
 
I took a lot of teasing for that.
 
We are having a beautiful day here,
nothing like nice weather to energize a body!
 
Hope that all of you are having a great Saturday!

Friday, April 5, 2013

Justification

 
I will try to keep this as brief as possible,
but I would like it stated
for
Justification
as to why I forget things.
That would be things like
oil changes,
doctor appointments,
paying taxes....
you know,
the "things" that just get lost somewhere.
 
So, here is how the day went.
Hang on.
 
Up at 5:30 with the vibrating phone text that said
I didn't have to go to Shelby's and keep Kendall
because she was sick.
That could have been a game changer.
Return to Plan A.
(Luckily, I remembered Plan A)
Make the coffee,
update the blog,
cuddle through a Tom and Jerry with Gracelyn,
head to the sewing room
with Gracelyn in tow to finish these.
 
I would like to interject here
after the lecture from Gracelyn to get rid of stuff
that all of these came out of that "stuff".
Boys come in before school,
Gracelyn watches them get on the bus.
Dress Gracelyn
(yes, she did go to the bus stop in her pajamas)
Get her breakfast, plop her in front of the second
episode of Tom and Jerry,
get my shower.
Realize that the gal who cut my hair, didn't trim my neckline.
So,
I get out of the shower and try to do it myself with the clippers.
Covered in hair, I jump back in the shower and it
feels bumpy so I lather my neck and hairline
and proceed to try to shave that...
Getting that picture?
Get dressed for work with a little more care than normal
because of
Plan A.
Get Gracelyn's stuff and Gracelyn loaded in my car
after she finds a tape measure and has to measure
about 15 things in the yard.
Go to work where it is determined that I will meet the
UPS man in the next town.
(if we don't do this, our UPS doesn't arrive until really late)
Reload Gracelyn and her stuff and the tape measure
into the truck,
after
she measures about 15 more items.
Leave my car sitting in front of the shop,
thinking someone will move it for me.
Head to the meeting place,
where incidentally Gracelyn's mom agreed to meet me
to deliver her,
get her and the tape measure on their way,
meet the UPS man,
load 14 boxes and packages into the back of the truck
in not comfortable shoes
because of
Plan A.
Go back to work,
pull part way in the parking lot,
get out and move the car out of the way,
(that I thought someone would have parked for me)
pull the truck up...thankfully someone unloaded it.
Oh, wait.
I missed the quick run in for lunch groceries and
the bright idea of artichokes.
I have never even bought fresh artichokes before,
but they looked so good.
I place them in water
all while JWS is asking what I plan to do with those.
I reply that I am not planning to do anything with them
I am hoping that Jenn will.
And so
it is 10 o'clock and work begins..
Bill Pay is still not working on the computer.
Old school style,
whining the whole time,
I write out checks and address envelopes and add stamps.
What a time sucker that is!
Work
Work
(Did I mention that it is Little League season and work is nuts?)
Lunch.
I finish lunch and walk in the office and Logan is crying.
He misses Gracelyn.
Call Shawnee and see if I can drop him off before Plan A.
Load Logan in the car,
take him to Shawnee's house,
counting robins all the way,
(more on that in tomorrow's post)
Leave Shawnee's,
head to town.
A quick stop at the wholesaler for paper towels
for the shop..
and some candy, of course.
Heading to Plan A
I still have a few minutes to spare so I slide through
the thrift shop and find this in the window.
 
 
Not sure where it is going, but I loved it!
Something about pictures of
Orange Poppies
always get me.
 
Heading to Plan A
I get stuck on the Kittanning Bridge.
Wow,
does that bridge move!
That was more than a little uncomfortable.
And now for
 
Plan A
 
Go to Shelby's school,
leave my vehicle,
get her vehicle,
pick up Kamden at the baby sitter's house.
Take Kamden to the doctor's office
Wait in the waiting room...
and I would just like to say something here
at the risk of sounding like a snob...
but really,
if you are taking your child to the doctor
or you are going out in public anywhere...
can you not actually
get dressed!
I am sorry, but
worn out pajama pants,
flip-flops
(it is only 45 degrees out)
and
greasy hair
are not acceptable public attire.
OK, enough of that rant.
Believe me, it could go on.
and on...no really, I am going to stop now.
 
Anyway, and so we (Kamden and I)
get called in the office.
Undress
(him, not me)
He gets weighed and measured
and I am really wanting Shelby to show up
BEFORE
the shots
and
she does, thank goodness.
 
But really, I forgot how traumatic that is.
I think that they hurt worse now
than when my own kids were getting them.
 
Plan A over,
I do a little shopping because
town is twenty miles away for us
and
when you are there
you grab stuff.
 
List filled,
I find this material.
 
 

Start of a new quilt that my mom is going to make
for me.
Again, another post, because this one is getting way too long!
 
Head back saying to myself..
"Don't forget to pick up Logan."
"Don't forget to pick up Logan."
"They will never let me live it down if I don't pick up Logan."
 
Stop and get Logan,
Whew!
Count robins the whole way home.
We are at 88,
spring is close!
 
Unload my car,
go back out to put it in the garage
and
it is gone.
 
Apparently JWS was making up for not moving it in the morning and he parks it for me.
 
The water softener is acting up in the basement..
why I have to go and look at it is totally
undefinable.
 
Artichokes arrive!
Jenn is an amazing cook,
they were delicious.
 
What a day!
 
And those days are the ones that my family
needs to think about when they get frustrated
at my forgetfulness!
 
Can't someone else remember when the oil
needs changed in my car?