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I absolutely swear this is the last foot surgery. The doctor went back in to remove the screw because it was causing pain. He went into his, "while I'm here" mode and cut a bone under my big toe. </div>
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The screw removal would have been a breeze if it hadn't been for the bone cutting. I'm actually having more pain than I expected and now know why he gave me a funny look when I said, "I'm not using the crutches again!".</div>
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Oh yeah, I'm using the darn crutches everywhere I go. The upside is, this will be a much quicker recovery period and no pun intended, put me back on my feet again.</div>
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I realize I'm a bit warped and now I'm wondering if I've rubbed off on my doctor. I woke up after surgery to this stuck on my foot. Talk about hilarious!! It definitely got my attention.</div>
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Being experienced at this foot thing, I went into automatic mode and was able to collect everything I need in warp speed. Ice....</div>
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Laptop computer. Yes, my daughter gave me a project so I've been working on it.</div>
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Kindle and Harry Potter.</div>
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The things you have to be careful of are the things that drive you nuts. Like....look at those cobwebs in the corner of the bedroom. I can't do anything about them right now so I'm trying to pretend they're not there.</div>
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It helps to have a nice view. Somehow it takes my mind off the cobwebs. This was the beautiful view all day Saturday. Sunday, was dark, gloomy and blew down one of the pine trees. I have to say, I like this view much better.</div>
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<i>My daughter in law brought to my attention I hadn't blogged in almost a year. I've been posting on Facebook but it just isn't as satisfying as my blog so I'm going to get back to doing it again. I don't know if anyone will read it but it makes me feel better so I'm going to do it. I'll also put stuff on Facebook but it just feels too open a media. If you know what I mean. LOL!</i></div>
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We have a new President in our company. I didn't want to pass judgement too soon, so I've held back and waited to see what he'd do. So far he's pleasantly surprised me by being smart and a man with a very clear vision of the direction the company should go.<br />
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He's not showing he has a big ego but instead has gone out of his way to try and meet with every employee and get their impression of what they feel are good and bad points of the company.<br />
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He listened very carefully because the first All Employee meeting included many of our suggestions.<br />
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The thing I'm most impressed about is he's exactly like my boss. Always stops and thanks me for the things I do for him.<br />
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They both come from the school of, "A thank you goes a long way".<br />
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He called upon me to do some things for him but the latest cracked me up. He wanted large letters drawn on poster board that he would use for the first All Employee staff meeting.<br />
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Because I can't draw worth beans, I jumped into my digitizing program and found a font I liked and then enlarged it so it was huge. Neither Dave or I liked the C so he did a little manual modification for me and it was perfect.</div>
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I bought the real thick poster board (with the foam center) in white and cut out the big letters in royal blue and attached them with two sided tape. They turned out really great!</div>
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I'm very happy I have a large kitchen counter. The downside is, it allows me to make a bigger mess to clean up.<br />
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The two above are from the sewing room. The red always has regular tape while the green on always has two sided tape. I use the green one the most with my embroidery machines.</div>
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In the office my dispenser is silver as is my stapler, phone, pen holders, etc. so I know it belongs on my desk. Dave's items are black. Color co-ordinating things seems to make clean up fast for me.</div>
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If my kids see this one, I'm in trouble. The project needed all of these scissors. They'll see my sewing scissors which they were never, ever allowed to use. It was an automatic punishment for them if they touched them.<br />
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I needed something super duper fine and sharp for tiny spots. The silver scissors are my best ones even though they're in dire need of sharpening.<br />
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Thank you Colleen for giving them to me so many decades ago. Oh, just so you know she gave all of us sisters a pair when she was working for a fabric store. Each pair had our names engraved on them.<br />
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Oh the project? It's done. (Yes, I forgot to take a picture) We used the letters I'd made last Thursday in the meeting and the employees who where holding them decided to keep them. I came in to work on Friday and there was an email from the president asking if I'd do another set and send them to our Boise office so he could do the same meeting for them. I guess that makes me a cross boarder crafter. LOL!<br />
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Most importantly, I couldn't have done either project as fast without Dave's help. He's kept me focused, modified stuff for me, was my gopher and made sure the lettering was perfectly centered on each poster board. <br />
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Thank you sweet cheeks for the help!dwgnldyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01669959475470503132noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2500856190801375554.post-3294346041676262732012-11-03T17:30:00.001-07:002012-11-03T17:30:30.845-07:00Mama's got a new shoe!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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The foot is coming along just swell. I took this picture at 5 weeks (it's now six weeks). I hate all the crusty stuff but that can't be helped. It looks pretty much the same today except a little dryer and I think the scab might start coming off in the next week or so. I have to resist picking at it. </div>
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I was having a hard time sleeping. I couldn't keep the boot on but I'd hit my foot or turn the wrong way with it off and would wake up in pain. One morning I asked D to bring in a large piece of paper and a pen. He traced my foot and then went out and bought a thick piece of plexiglass. He cut out the shape of my foot which put a big smile on my little wrinkled face.</div>
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That evening I took the plexiglass, put it on the bottom of my foot and held it on with an ace bandage. It was large enough to protect the sides and ends of my foot and flat so my foot stayed nice a move free all night long. It was the first time I slept through the night without waking up because I moved the wrong way. It's so lightweight, sometimes I forget it's on. It hasn't given an inkling of cracking or stress.</div>
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I went to see the surgeon two weeks ago and he traded my generic grey boot in for a heavy steel boot that is fitted to the size of the shoes I normally wear. So this is between a 6 and 6.5 but gives me a skosh more room at the end so I don't bang my toes.</div>
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It's very heavy but I'm allowed to put weight on my heal although I'm still to use the 2 crutches. I think in another two or 3 weeks, I'll be starting PT and hopefully be able to dump the crutches in exchange for a cane. Which by the way, I have a beautiful cane that's almost 20 years old. </div>
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Holy crap!!! It'll be 20 years since D fell off the ladder in a few short weeks. Yikes...where has the time flown?</div>
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Well, that's it for today. Time to go limp out and dust the family room then throw the minestrone soup in the pot to heat up. I sent D my recipe from work yesterday and he made it from scratch all by his lil' lonesome. Now if only he knew how to clean. Hahahahahaha!</div>
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I've been reading like a mad woman because I've been sitting on my bum so much. For the past 5 days I haven't been able to load books on my Kindle. ;-( Last night I tried again and thought it was strange I could load a sample but not the book.<br />
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This morning a light went on over my head so I came in opened my Amazon account and sure enough my ATM card on file had expired. I put in the new expiration date and within minutes I'd loaded the book I'd just finished reading a sample of. Now I'm {;-).</div>
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Oh and Tony while I'm thinking of it. When you're done with the series you're reading right now, check and see if you can get Testimony of Two men by Taylor Caldwell on Kindle. It's one of my all time favorite novels.</div>
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I've got the Lopi wood burning insert on CL and a bunch of 914 parts. I have a guy coming out in a couple hours to buy these seat backs and wants to look at the other stuff I have listed. I need to get my butt out to the entry hall and dust these babies off.</div>
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A couple came out the other day to look at the Lopi. Talk about ummm...hmm...how can I be nice about this...STUPID. I told them it's about 600 pounds and to bring help and a pick-up truck. We're asking $500. They show up in a SUV (uh duh!) pick up one of the mirrored sidelights put it down wrong and it falls and the mirror breaks. Guess what they did next....this is really good...are you sitting down....are you ready? They offered us $150 because of the broken mirror.</div>
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D said he had to hold his temper and just about bodily threw them off the property. The downside to CL over eBay is the jerks you have to deal with in person. Oh well, if they have the money, I might be able to tolerate and idiot for a short time. </div>
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I've been known to hang up on idiots who haven't seen what I'm selling (especially a car) and rip it apart on the phone. My comment is usually something like, "Well if you think the price is too high and it's not worth it, then why'd you call? I don't want to talk to you anymore." and then I hang up.</div>
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Years ago when I was selling my mom's 57 Ford some guy ragged on the phone about it and offered me $6,000. I told him he was wasting my time and I wasn't going to talk to him anymore and hung up. He called me back and said, "I didn't mean to make you mad, let's talk. I think I can offer a little more". I told him, "You're so offensive, I wouldn't sell the car to you if you offered me full price. Go ahead and find a 57 Ford for $6K." and then hung up on him again. I sold the car for $15000 a few weeks later.</div>
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D was laughing at me this morning because he came in the office and saw how I keep my foot elevated. I open the bottom drawer of the desk and the bottom drawer of the file cabinet, throw a small pillow down and stretch out. I usually have a minimum of 1 wiener dog in my lap. Right now it's only the Nut because Nissie is outside in the sun.</div>
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I went back to work last week. I have to say I really needed this weekend to rest up. I just love Photoshop. I went armed with the above poster. Mark is constantly doing mean things to me. He liked to push the tray for the mail onto the front desk making the mail fly all around. Before I left, I taped it down so he started picking up the bundles of envelopes and tossing them to the ground. He's tried to lock me in my bosses office, in mail room and so on. He's a little boy in a big boy's body. Hahahahaha!</div>
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I put these posters up Monday when I got to work. He pulled one down with a smirk, put it in his pocked and walked away. I said, "Don't worry, there are more where that came from!!!" He was a great sport and actually said that was one of my best jokes. He even took a poster home for his wife to see. LOL!</div>
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All week people were coming up to me and asking if Mark really did crush my foot. Hahahahaha! It was great!</div>
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Well, D is at work and I was going to make minestrone soup for dinner but I just don't feel like standing and cutting up all those veggies. I'm thinking a scrambled egg and toast will fit the bill just fine. So I'm going to end my saga of the past week and go out and rustle up some simple grub.</div>
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So while I was healing from the bunion surgery D took over the cooking. He tried some new recipes which for the most part were very good and creative. Yes, he actually pulled out a cookbook!</div>
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The other day I thought about D trying to make smaller portions because we throw so much food away after the 3rd day of eating the same thing. I believe I finally came up with a solution.</div>
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Yesterday, I had him take me to the HomeGoods store and picked up two small individual pots that could go in the oven or the microwave. Then I picked up two cute mid size plates to put them on. I think these were a total of $8 for the four pieces.</div>
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Last night I made individual portions of scalloped potatoes. They turned out great and we actually have only two days of the same meal. We ate smaller portions and didn't feel bloated and full when we were done. I'll toss these babies in the microwave tonight and eat what we each left over from last night.</div>
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The nice thing about surgery is who comes to visit. As you can tell, it was low key and quiet.</div>
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Check out that Snoopy animal. That is the father playing with his daughter with the toy he had when he was a baby. He was teaching her snaps, buttons, ties and velcro, not to mention the different colors Snoopy's vest is made of.</div>
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I've had plenty of help from the canine portion of the family. Only those with an animal will sympathize with trying to read, prop a book up and eat breakfast without help from the dog. No she's not licking because he caught me off guard. She's just anticipating a bite of my toast.</div>
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There's always the entertainment from the man of the household. Yep, he brought his project in the bedroom so I could enjoy watching him work.</div>
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Now this is just unfair. I wasn't supposed to be taking a bath with my foot just worked on but I couldn't understand the logic of that. It's just my foot messed up. The rest of me still needed to bathe. D went in search of me and caught me red washclothed in the empty tub filling it while I was laying there.</div>
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This is the latest X-ray taken a week ago before I got my stitches out the day before yesterday. I've finally caught up with Metal Man aka D and now sport two screws of my own. Of course he has me beat by a long run but I don't mind being behind in this race.</div>
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That's my hottie doll of a surgeon removing my stitches. He's about 6'3" and really nice and gentle. When I'd put the camera up, he'd move away from my foot because he's camera shy. I caught this one when he obviously wasn't looking.</div>
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Look at those toes. They're still twice as fat as they normally are but with time, they'll be back to normal. Personally, I think the 4 little ones look like Lil' Smokies and the big toe reminds me of a Vienna sausage.</div>
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So....stitches gone, as of today I have approval to bathe as long as I don't soak the foot. Now I just wait for the steri-strips to fall off on their own and watch my foot shrink like it's on weight watchers. LOL!</div>
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When I came home the other day the laundry room looked very dark. I couldn't figure out why until I went in there looked into the bathroom and saw this. What a lovely view. Leave my husband home for awhile and he's building things again.</div>
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It takes quite a while because of the wind but so far he's painted the top, bottom, 3 back panels, two interior panels and the two side panels. He has the doors to do. He's a bit miffed with me because he wants to make new doors and I said no. He thinks I can carefully remove the beautiful design elements and he'll glue them on the new doors. I told him it was just too darn old and the designs would break no matter how gentile I was. So, the doors are waiting patiently to be painted after he does some repair work on them.</div>
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See the wall? I've been desperately trying to find some wallpaper to replace that. I thought if I could find something it would be a great idea to lay on the bed while healing and direct D while he did the work. So far I haven't found a darn thing so I guess this will be another project for next summer.<br />
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I've been working at getting things done because I know they'll drive me nuts while sitting and mending. Yesterday I decided to clean and wax the kitchen floor. For some reason where the dog's dish is the baseboard was loose. I pulled it away and there were a bazillion tiny bugs walking around, along with a huge funny looking mushroom thing and the floor and sheetrock were soaked.</div>
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When D got home he pulled out the refrigerator and the filter to the ice maker has been leaking for months. So the floor behind the refrigerator is wet, along with the sheetrock. Which means, the subfloor under the freezer in the laundry room is probably also bad and explains why the laundry room closet door has started to rub on the floor. So that's messed up to.</div>
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This is one of the 'bite your tongue' moments in marriage. The well has continued to turn itself off and on refilling the water tank when we aren't running water. A few months back I found a faucet open in the yard. D also replaced two important pieces to the well. The pump continued to turn off and on so I said on at least 3 occasions, "If we don't have a leak outside, then it has to be in the house. Go under the house and check for any leaks". It fell on deaf ears.</div>
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Today, I don't have water because the handle to the faucet behind the refrigerator snapped off. Luckily it's a split shift for D at HD so he'll get home at 12:30 and can replace the faucet so I can have water to the house. After that he'll repair the leaking line to the refrigerator.</div>
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First is, no matter what happens to you in life, you can adjust. Last month my big sis went on vacation for 3 months and I kept her three wiener dogs. Yep, I had 5 of those little cuties for 3 weeks. Hers were excellent but my little Nissie needed a few attitude adjustments from me on occasion. </div>
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Anyway, this is little Rosie. The newest pup to my sisters menagerie. She's an absolute love. She slipped a disk in her back and was up for adoption. Of course in most people's eyes, she is considered damaged goods but not to my sister E. She convinced the foster family she can handle a 'special needs' pup and was honored to take little Rosie home.</div>
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This picture just makes me laugh. E's dogs aren't allowed on the furniture so this is the back half of Rosie still in her cart along with Vinnie's hind end. I had a huge stash of blankets on the floor for them to rest on. Apparently these two can't figure out how to put their entire bodies under the blankets. What a hoot!</div>
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This is little Ringo. He's the father to my dog Nuttie's puppies. The cart Rosie is now using used to belong to him. E successfully brought him back from being in the cart due a slipped disk in his back so now Rosie can use it. Ringo is cart free today.</div>
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Ringo is a very sweet and gentle dog...but funny. He's lost all his teeth and can't keep his tongue in his mouth. My sister E rescued him from some horrible neighbors of my mothers. He was abused mostly by neglect and his left eye suffered and can no longer create tears. You have to clean this green goop out of his eye several times a day and put a gel in to keep it moist. Can you tell my sister is a softy for a hard luck story?</div>
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Ahhh, next on my list is Brussel Sprouts. I love these little things. D and I cook them and put them in the refrigerator so they're nice and cold. Then when we want a quick snack, we reach in grab a few and start munching.</div>
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The downside to them is, they should only be cooked outside because they really honestly and truly stink to high heaven. They're probably the reason we now have cooking elements attached to BBQ's. LOL!</div>
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I've been babying this little beast for years and have finally decided it was time to take care of it before I cripple myself. Of course after visiting the surgeon and him messing with it, the pain has doubled and it's becoming harder and harder to try and walk normally at work so I don't look like a gimp.</div>
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Look at my foot above. It doesn't look that bad. I've definitely seen worse. But once the surgeon showed me my x-ray, all the pain made sense.</div>
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This is what I've learned. Yeah, yeah...I'm sure you all already knew this but I'm going to share for those who don't. Bunions are not a growth on your foot/toe. Also, they are not caused by your shoes. Yeah high heals and tight shoes contribute but basically bunions are hereditary. Which explains why my mom, sisters and Aunt Phyllis had them.</div>
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Also, I didn't know there are two little round bones that are supposed to be directly under your big toe. Well, my little round bones are where they are supposed to be but my big toe decided to slide out to the side pushing my second toe into my middle toe. This causes pain on the bottom of my foot which I thought was a bone spur. It's not. It's caused by the movement of one toe pushing into the other. Ummmm...ouch.</div>
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This is a side view. Ouch again. Now the fix.</div>
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My bunion surgery will be pretty much rated a medium surgery. It's not the easiest but not the hardest. I'm not going to have to retrain my feet to fit my high heels (the surgeon promised me that) if I do all my PT correctly.</div>
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Apparently he can move my toe back about 10 degrees or so which should put it back over the little round bones where it supposed to be. He'll have to shave the outer bone which we all believe is a growth and it isn't. Then he'll saw my toe in two just above the big joint and screw it back together. He doesn't believe he'll have to put screws in my second toe. It should move back to the correct position (we hope). He'll know better once he's in there. I'm lucky that the upper part of my foot is in alignment so he doesn't have to cut that and put a steel plate in my arch. That's the really hard surgery I'm dodging.</div>
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I told him I'm holding him to the promise I can wear my nice shoes again. Once this surgery is done and I get the okay, I'm going to have him do the other one. I'm tired of the pain and worst of all, D hasn't been able to give me great foot rubs in ages. I really miss them and he says he misses doing them. Now that's love!</div>
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I'll be off work 2 weeks and recuperating about 6 - 8 weeks. I'd love to do the right foot immediately but he won't touch it for most likely 6 months. Sigh....no matter how hard I whined he wouldn't agree to doing both feet at one time even though I told him I could use a wheelchair for awhile and tough out the PT. He stuck to his guns. Yeah, yeah...I know, doctor knows best.</div>
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Okay, I'm pooped. Two big posts in one day and I still have to go clean my kitchen again. Oye vey.</div>
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New projects have been started which means the house is a mess again. Sigh......</div>
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I am now living out of boxes. Which you'd think after 40 years, I'd be used to it. LOL!</div>
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D wasn't able to repaint the armoire last summer because we just didn't have enough warm days in a row for the repairs and paint to dry.</div>
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The armoire needed two new legs for more support so it wouldn't sag since it's 9 feet wide. Luckily, when D took the footboard apart so he could use parts off of it to widen the headboard (into a king size), he kept the old legs. He's cutting and fitting dowels for the legs so it'll be a tight joint. It's much stronger than screws and looks more professional. Since the piece is so old, they didn't use screws on it, it makes sense to keep with that trend.</div>
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D, like his son, hates his picture taken so I was surprised to see him pose for me.</div>
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D's putting on the primer coat after I cleaned the surfaces.</div>
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He had to use filler and wood to create a strong base for the new corner leg to fit into. Where the old leg used to be, there was a big gaping hole.</div>
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Once the filler dried, he sanded it smooth for a nice clean fit.</div>
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As you can tell, the dogs have become immune to our smelly, noisy projects. They just take anything the humans do with a grain of salt.</div>
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This is only a fraction of the pieces that need painting but the more we bring out, the more that needs to be covered and protected from the night and morning dew. So this is just the top, bottom and two of the back panels. Later we'll tackle the two outside and two inside panels.</div>
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Believe it or not, the top of this piece is black. I painted it today. The way the sun shines on it makes it look white but trust me it's not. It's an optical illusion.</div>
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This has become our paint of choice for furniture and picture frames. It's automotive paint that can't be bought at a regular store. It's usually for the black trim pieces on your car. It's expensive but extremely durable. The nightstands we did two years ago, look like we did them yesterday. </div>
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D also painted the entertainment armoire in the family room years ago with the same paint and it still looks beautiful.</div>
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This is why I hate to paint. I get impatient and make the paint run or do stupid stuff. Although out of fairness, I think this checkered because the surface wasn't clean enough. I didn't clean the legs but I think D believed I did. Unfortunately, sometimes things like this happen. I'm waiting for it to dry so I can sand and fix this booboo even though it won't be seen and will be facing the wall.</div>
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H returned for a very short visit recently. She brought her wonderful boyfriend Dax. Yep, that's his name. It not short for anything, just Dax.<br />
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It was a wonderful surprise. We met for lunch and then again dinner.<br />
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This is H and S. Yep, her brother and sister-in-law were able to make it.<br />
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D's brother and sister-in-law even dropped by for a visit.<br />
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Considering it was a quick fly in and out I was surprised to see Marge and Patrick there with their new baby Conner. He's just a few weeks old.<br />
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It was my first time meeting him so I naturally latched onto him and did some grandmotherly cuddling.<br />
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I love this picture of M watching Dax. Is she asking, "Is this my new uncle or what?" LOL!</div>
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Well the deck is done. It took a little over a year to complete it which isn't bad considering D was working two jobs and spending time on it in the evenings.</div>
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He made a good choice, it turned out beautiful. See those pickets? I cut almost every cotton pickin' one of them. D cut the first few sections and then turned them over to me. He had to rip the posts from 2x6's or 2x8's first. Then he'd pile them in the pick up and I'd cut them to size.</div>
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For me to access the deck, I had to navigate these dangerous stairs. I had to try and walk right up the center where the support beams where or my foot would go through the wood. It was scary and I'm really glad to see these gone.</div>
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Honest to goodness. I don't know what kept this deck in one piece. Look at the lack of framing and movement over the years of the existing support beams. Now that's a slipshod job.</div>
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Which would you rather have? This one or the one above it? I love this view. It puts the scope of the job in context.</div>
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D was able to sister joists to the original ones on the front. He wanted to do that because they were actually attached to the framing of the house. This is where D hoisted me up there to work then went to the back to saw some stuff and I was stuck sitting on the beam until he decided to come back.</div>
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D's solution to the lack of support in the previous picture. It looks like an erector set to me.</div>
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Okay, D did a beautiful job on this deck but I had to toot my horn too. It was my suggestion to miter the tops of the pickets to give the deck personality. I mentioned it in passing and the next thing I knew, he was putting them in the plan.</div>
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This is the best gift I've ever bought for D. Okay, one of the best. This little JawHorse is a real workhorse. It's easy to move and extremely stable. We wished several times during this job that we had two and not just one. I'm thinking, it would have saved both of D's fingers from the circular saw blade. Santa will probably put another one under the tree this year. (NOTE: For those who don't know, that's a compound miter saw in the picture, not a circular saw. I've lost count of how many different saws the man owns. My favorite is the reciprocating saw. It trims trees and bushes great. Don't let your husband know that's what you used it for though. LOL!)</div>
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Well, it's almost 10:00 and his lordship is still in lala land. He's been working 4 jobs. HD, ITN, the deck next door and shagging cars for our friend in Austalia. Since he's been working as a temp at ITN full-time (don't know how long that will last), he finally told HD he can't work evenings anymore. </div>
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He works at ITN M-F 1 - 4 comes home gets a bite to eat and heads to HD to work until 10 or 11 p.m. He also works at HD Sat and Sun. They didn't like him saying he can't work weeknights anymore so I gave him permission to tell them to stuff it. Of course, he has more class than me and didn't. So this week, I actually had him home a couple of evenings.</div>
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I don't know if I posted this or not on a previous day but I think it's cool. I went to a birthday party last month for a 4 year old. This is a bridge over a creek in Danville. I thought it was pretty cool. When you get into the middle of the bridge, off to left there is a small waterfall. It was very pretty and relaxing to look at.</div>
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My big sis was mentioning the wind at her house and we've got it here too. Because of it, the animals seem to feel they can take refuge in the trees. The next pictures are a small herd of deer that felt safer up here. I'm missing a picture but didn't think you'd mind. I think I counted something like 23 in this group. That's the largest we had here so far.</div>
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Check this gal out. No she isn't sick. They all looked like this. She's losing her winter coat. This was taken a few weeks ago and today all the deer are beautiful and sleek again.</div>
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D and I go to lunch with each other everyday. This is the park I like to take him to. I'm disappointed because I want him to walk but we end up eating our lunch in the car and vegging out. I think I'm going to start leaving him in the car and walking by myself.</div>
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This is where I wish I had a panoramic camera. LOL! Well, I hear thumping in the other room. Don't know if it's the wind again or D is actually moving around. Guess I'd better go investigate.</div>
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Adios friends and family!</div>
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I thought I'd be an obnoxious grandmother tonight and do baby pictures. E is turning into a kid.</div>
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I just couldn't click the shutter fast enough. Just after she took a bite, she gagged, shuttered and spit everything out. It was hilarious!</div>
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S has been a very sick man the past couple of weeks. Two trips to ER and a week in the hospital. He's lost 8 pounds which for him is 20 on someone else because he has zero fat.</div>
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The upside to being off work on disability means more time with the baby, although I think he may have been huffing and puffing with the exertion of picking up the baby.</div>
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Cocoa was watching S feed the baby but he was told to stay and not once did he creep up to sneak any food. What a good boy!<br />
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I had more stuff to catch up on but this new version of blogger is giving me a headache. It's not as user friendly as the previous version so I'm going to give up. It's taken me over 30 minutes to get these two pictures posted and the little comments typed. Guess they never heard of, "If it ain't broke don't fix it".</div>
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Happy Sunday everyone!</div>dwgnldyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01669959475470503132noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2500856190801375554.post-66450817243533045622012-04-08T10:21:00.009-07:002012-04-08T10:47:56.596-07:00Water and Pellets<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie_s7y7wbHkrMthu3Ac7qVBph8UyxwQ9yKKVgRgM8HtSgbEikHVQDhQcwfrKqzH9qOEhw3eXsDs-N6HS0conBokcmFEPCrlpDopqiQe_pkQNxtPBhJTNoRnpZGRQL9fMkohPzPKpqLumQy/s1600/1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie_s7y7wbHkrMthu3Ac7qVBph8UyxwQ9yKKVgRgM8HtSgbEikHVQDhQcwfrKqzH9qOEhw3eXsDs-N6HS0conBokcmFEPCrlpDopqiQe_pkQNxtPBhJTNoRnpZGRQL9fMkohPzPKpqLumQy/s400/1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5729081732433363714" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;">For months we'd been running out of water. I mentioned that in previous posts. Anyway, D replaced one part and things got better because we didn't completely run out of water. Instead when you turned on the faucet the water would run a few seconds, then go down to a trickle and about 15 seconds later come back in full force.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Being a simple wife I've been suggesting that D go out and check all the outside faucets to see if we had a broken pipe. NOTE: We have 14 faucets outside around the house and throughout the property. Anyway the answer I've been getting is, "We'd know if there was a broken pipe." So he never bothered to check the faucets.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Yesterday I opened the back door and was just standing there enjoying the fresh smells of spring and thought I could hear the trickle of water. I wandered around the backyard and the faucet on the other side of the fence was on. It was very low but put enough water in the dry creek bed which turned it into a mini creek.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Most likely a deer kicked it or rubbed against it while wandering by. It's not a conventional handle but a pretty little hummingbird, so I could really see that happening.</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgn9ljqHuXmIJxrR3hIe_s-yBZd-RR17zJoV2PkLm8kxkSipLN3w4dovphnvEhceS8m8Fdo3qS5Q7jznaqKjSc1WzERIQBa28HetHXR5Er3YjiOm86mlD2kVAY27zn6jYRmEyKXNH67RqSZ/s1600/2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgn9ljqHuXmIJxrR3hIe_s-yBZd-RR17zJoV2PkLm8kxkSipLN3w4dovphnvEhceS8m8Fdo3qS5Q7jznaqKjSc1WzERIQBa28HetHXR5Er3YjiOm86mlD2kVAY27zn6jYRmEyKXNH67RqSZ/s400/2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5729081673245210018" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;">D called from work about something and I told him he owed me a call for the well repair because I fixed it. No longer would we constantly hear the well turning off and on and run out of water. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;">Okay, don't laugh at this because it's sooooo male....one of his solutions was to turn off two out of three of our toilets. Hahahaha! Where do they get this stuff? Hahahahahaha!</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5FpUpSj5EF4hCuIDROFU50opEJ_2Rq_My81pM4lwC2CDxFwfdenxCVyVc4lHVsTq5VDC9hRgzHAKAhgJz53grxchRD3uNHFmrlFLYA_sMrJPrIL6RKCr44N72kIU2ftDjRqBt5AXzQe0W/s1600/3.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5FpUpSj5EF4hCuIDROFU50opEJ_2Rq_My81pM4lwC2CDxFwfdenxCVyVc4lHVsTq5VDC9hRgzHAKAhgJz53grxchRD3uNHFmrlFLYA_sMrJPrIL6RKCr44N72kIU2ftDjRqBt5AXzQe0W/s400/3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5729081586342352962" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;">I had to take this picture. It's one of three freesias left that the deer and rabbits haven't eaten. It's so darn pretty.</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTHku0qiRmQl3IkQ4rjpT7AIFr6i3s9ACCS48LNcoXYF_vnh58dKb-4pjncZLOgjFf6XszdnV9H7Mx3v4bSuc2kyGU3Q1HvSKa39dZG8kCBVF2n9esYUENhDv4J2NawFnjyXZv3zZqnUIB/s1600/4.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTHku0qiRmQl3IkQ4rjpT7AIFr6i3s9ACCS48LNcoXYF_vnh58dKb-4pjncZLOgjFf6XszdnV9H7Mx3v4bSuc2kyGU3Q1HvSKa39dZG8kCBVF2n9esYUENhDv4J2NawFnjyXZv3zZqnUIB/s400/4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5729081533060153890" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;">Friday D finally fixed the clutch on his truck. He designed a slave cylinder and had it custom machined just for his truck. When he picked me up at work he was happy and upset. He believes this will be the answer to his clutch constantly going out but the truck sat so long, the battery was dead. Sorry...I'm laughing as I type this. Come on....that's just too funny!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">He put it on the charger and took it to work yesterday (Saturday) and finally brought home one out of two tons of pellets he'd bought a month or so ago.</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0_EjBe82KedetZDuCty3bgX0qDe_cUM_97SF14-PtAqWB0WfGR4m9VB7wPggwIjXFiWzPEoQ56JaO4wl_6ZjTHANb-WlSLO81XkVcCdhxurRXWE__-Y8zpTXoBIfJI7IgyIyAjPi3yNTb/s1600/5.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0_EjBe82KedetZDuCty3bgX0qDe_cUM_97SF14-PtAqWB0WfGR4m9VB7wPggwIjXFiWzPEoQ56JaO4wl_6ZjTHANb-WlSLO81XkVcCdhxurRXWE__-Y8zpTXoBIfJI7IgyIyAjPi3yNTb/s400/5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5729081471856902098" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;">I decided I'd be nice and unload the truck. I put on my warm socks (no shoes) and decided I'd try to unload half in 30 minutes. Well, I'm pleased to say I unloaded 28 out of 50 bags. I was sweating like a sumo wrestler and very warm so I decided to take a break and work on the blog.</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1Ut8YURSHMywq_Tn9dUrceoO_I5QWXA1FSg7uKk1_vblTXiS0vJ_BtuYNbLCYPBXE2L_mdwU2N90mAqZhJ__VO_EuW5zB8AgrHbBdFSVBUZ3SdsBU-yf-isxOfMAGuTJI45PiGmUQjYaY/s1600/6.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1Ut8YURSHMywq_Tn9dUrceoO_I5QWXA1FSg7uKk1_vblTXiS0vJ_BtuYNbLCYPBXE2L_mdwU2N90mAqZhJ__VO_EuW5zB8AgrHbBdFSVBUZ3SdsBU-yf-isxOfMAGuTJI45PiGmUQjYaY/s400/6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5729081407891046658" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;">I've cooled down enough that now I'm actually cold. So I'm going to run out, unload the final 22 bags and maybe take the truck to Home Depot and get my car. Then D can bring the final load home tonight and I'll help him unload that too. </div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Did I mention, he's no longer allowed in the back of the truck? Nope, I won't let him up there at all. Sometimes he sneaks the garbage cans up there and takes them down to the road but he has to listen to me rip into him for that, so I believe he's finally having second thoughts about doing that. LOL!</div>dwgnldyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01669959475470503132noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2500856190801375554.post-7819438901664243642012-03-24T14:15:00.006-07:002012-03-24T14:42:33.621-07:00Exhausting....<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7wPJwQpx1DiOhVgR3NTrW4WZnfJ6VB3SynZAPHFniVUNffJCtYcN1p6JW0ynpbMiYZ9QeCdTKEW5jRJfjPa9NcwnIg0P0xCZE3z-Yy78rkHECzbtOH_0Cp-RsHESv5WAkT07186Ntwsnc/s1600/2-2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7wPJwQpx1DiOhVgR3NTrW4WZnfJ6VB3SynZAPHFniVUNffJCtYcN1p6JW0ynpbMiYZ9QeCdTKEW5jRJfjPa9NcwnIg0P0xCZE3z-Yy78rkHECzbtOH_0Cp-RsHESv5WAkT07186Ntwsnc/s400/2-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5723576074144883858" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;">Well, there's a new toy in town. I took back the other Eureka vacuum and replaced it with this one. I'm very happy with it even though I've only used it once. It's bagless and very reasonably priced.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I looked at their top of the line but it was just too darn heavy to deal with. This one is light weight and surprisingly quiet for a vacuum.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Assembling it reminded me of putting the kids Fisher Price toys together when they were little. Talk about all plastic. Okay, I saw 4 metal screws! LOL! I guess if I had one complaint, it would be the cheap little tires. They're hollow plastic and I just don't see them lasting very long. We'll see...</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5gVTbYuopLkAZcwrdMmFEu1b21Vgs70g0D1Hw2mYgavGW_s5C45mCyc8Y2wZ-H2zlJuTkaIfZMlEP9Wtqb5GJ_Ui1QlQdM8zCCfgLb5klpL_hsnaFyC2gd4W-6wYcKlkPXAw5iCXWi_h-/s1600/1+-1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5gVTbYuopLkAZcwrdMmFEu1b21Vgs70g0D1Hw2mYgavGW_s5C45mCyc8Y2wZ-H2zlJuTkaIfZMlEP9Wtqb5GJ_Ui1QlQdM8zCCfgLb5klpL_hsnaFyC2gd4W-6wYcKlkPXAw5iCXWi_h-/s400/1+-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5723575837814320466" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;">I'm fighting with D to keep his stuff outside. His garage and shop look like cyclones hit. He brought these items 4 months ago to sell on CL or eBay and here they're still sitting on the floor in the office. Sigh....I caught him bringing more boxes and immediately turned him around and sent him back to the garage with the stuff. To say his nose was bent out of shape is an understatement. Hahahaha!</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgcRUmUc8t9y4ZoslBTKGCzEYMY0CXkpn7roEqSZzhJ_X8alBJIOV2j1mnL_BCtMLsaaebIvDLUqcQjWFaZ7ONuYHkc80rriwguC6SQVH5cdTTuPUam3pP7qzN3beoMryBCmjeDVVEb4X8/s1600/4-4.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgcRUmUc8t9y4ZoslBTKGCzEYMY0CXkpn7roEqSZzhJ_X8alBJIOV2j1mnL_BCtMLsaaebIvDLUqcQjWFaZ7ONuYHkc80rriwguC6SQVH5cdTTuPUam3pP7qzN3beoMryBCmjeDVVEb4X8/s400/4-4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5723575775581358834" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;">I came home from work the other day and the house was a wreck. How does one guy home alone and spending most of the day next door accomplish that? I couldn't see the top of the island, kitchen table or any of the kitchen counters.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I bit my tongue and immediately went to work cleaning. I couldn't even use the sink there were so many dishes in it. He just couldn't fathom why I was miffed. What's worse is it took me 50 minutes to clean the kitchen, family room, make the bed and clean the bedroom putting all of his clothes away. Now why he couldn't do that is beyond me. It must be a marriage thing.</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ8L_wLb3ii0tpO3b2HJe8Sf11KiLZAA_x60raHZykcJFQmWWarbX7oyVepzKDgDQYeFSNv67WJymqGb1NER41DGK6YKYAOEKV05yS_46Gpb-d8Zi_QdyTjRRv9EzM8bSpBFGdhpudcNHU/s1600/3-3.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ8L_wLb3ii0tpO3b2HJe8Sf11KiLZAA_x60raHZykcJFQmWWarbX7oyVepzKDgDQYeFSNv67WJymqGb1NER41DGK6YKYAOEKV05yS_46Gpb-d8Zi_QdyTjRRv9EzM8bSpBFGdhpudcNHU/s400/3-3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5723575711593611858" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;">I got up at 6:30 this morning and made myself some cereal, looked at this and went to bed to eat it and read. I must be getting old and senile because when I finished eating, the front of my bathrobe was soaked as were my sheets and blanket. I'd tipped my bowl too far and was spilling milk all over and didn't even notice. Okay, out of fairness, I didn't have any lights on and was reading and eating with a flashlight.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">After D got up before going to work I heard this hammering. I came out and yelled, "You'd better not be hammering on that chair on my kitchen tile!" As I came out of the hall I heard, "Uh....ohhhh....I'm done." I did one of those pointing two fingers from my eyes toward him showing I was watching him. He just laughed at me.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">See the stack of pants by my sewing machine? That is every cotton pickin' pair he owns. Each a every one of them is ripped or torn in one fashion or another. I ignored them today too. Maybe tomorrow I'll be in the mood to tackle the pile and reclaim that corner of my counter.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Well, time to go pull my sheets out of the dryer and start putting the bed back together. I always buy 400 count Sateen sheets. A couple of weeks ago I found a 600 count set of sateen sheets. I thought they'd be softer than the 400 but they aren't. Instead, I love the heavier feel of them and they seem to keep the heat of my body in them longer. When I go to the bathroom in the wee hours of the morning, I hop back in bed and it's still warm. I'm really liking that.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I'm thinking I just outgrew the 400 and now only 600 tc is in my future. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Have a nice weekend everyone!</div>dwgnldyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01669959475470503132noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2500856190801375554.post-58230395209064581372012-03-17T13:46:00.004-07:002012-03-17T14:12:40.988-07:00Death and Dust Bunnies<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiurWPgrx0eWURRQWav0PK05GTA6a78hyphenhyphenwsWshI4JCvhq88VFqNg35Dd0Zg5MOCteN9ukK8j9UphF3uOHLT8y-jCK24p2JPtHQQnVjLOtDM5v24DXSViALcKHY-W9Vxr-BYUSh5nPgpDDWL/s1600/1+Em.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiurWPgrx0eWURRQWav0PK05GTA6a78hyphenhyphenwsWshI4JCvhq88VFqNg35Dd0Zg5MOCteN9ukK8j9UphF3uOHLT8y-jCK24p2JPtHQQnVjLOtDM5v24DXSViALcKHY-W9Vxr-BYUSh5nPgpDDWL/s400/1+Em.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5720970869534394994" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;">I first must start this blog with a gratuitous picture of my granddaughter and her mother. I visited a week ago and was able to hug and cuddle her. She still has the new baby smell. It's great.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;">S took her in to change her diaper (no not that new baby smell!) and came out with her wearing this cute little tutu. My son accused my daughter in law of turning his daughter into a prost-a-tot. Hahahahaha! Only could my son come up with a phrase like that.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">While I was visiting, my love of a son replaced the brakes and rotors on the front of my car. I no longer hear metal on metal when I stop. Yep, I'm ashamed to say they were that worn.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">What did it cost me? Hmmmm a pumpkin spice Starbucks for my daughter in law. Homemade fried chicken for my son for his lunch. And....cuddling, kissing and playing with my granddaughter. Now that's what I call a screaming deal.</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhms3NX5asaeKT_bpro3jKTIG1sw9FOs5rbkqO6uoSMIYuMx2UwMcx-H6PN7mrlfGH0tPQPRpBDN4YParkxrlZOOf0an8Fen9Mx2itPRG0fM-9VUeqat_Q1e7zRMbvPj4hSp8YaQKTg9oTf/s1600/2+vacuu.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhms3NX5asaeKT_bpro3jKTIG1sw9FOs5rbkqO6uoSMIYuMx2UwMcx-H6PN7mrlfGH0tPQPRpBDN4YParkxrlZOOf0an8Fen9Mx2itPRG0fM-9VUeqat_Q1e7zRMbvPj4hSp8YaQKTg9oTf/s400/2+vacuu.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5720970794965474034" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;">Well, we had a death in the family last week. Yep, I killed the vacuum. I bought a new belt for it because it was making a horrible noise. When I put the new one on, it didn't make a difference. D. inspected it and said the bearings were shot.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I paid under $200 for my little Eureka over 10 years ago and thought I'd stick with the brand. I bought this one because I loved my other one being bagless. I opened the box, placed everything neatly on the floor so I could put it together and out pops a bag. I look at the box again and they don't show emptying a bag but in smaller writing they mentioned it.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Back in the box everything went. It was very easy. It comes from having my first job folding and unfolding maps. I think growing up doing jigsaw puzzles also helps. Anyway, back to the store I go next week in search of a vacuum that doesn't take bags.</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFXVu9ERVj3gTGusT1X6eTc3rp4PHUIistfy5CGi54X9XIXdfUm1zubC8L-mkf9b6SHZiWgxf-6DYacn8prY4Up1_YEiBJUjxOvvenBClIVs5pP142iSKeNhvuIvBkopcVyCbqvnKzzRec/s1600/3+Dust.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFXVu9ERVj3gTGusT1X6eTc3rp4PHUIistfy5CGi54X9XIXdfUm1zubC8L-mkf9b6SHZiWgxf-6DYacn8prY4Up1_YEiBJUjxOvvenBClIVs5pP142iSKeNhvuIvBkopcVyCbqvnKzzRec/s400/3+Dust.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5720970698620865106" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;">I hauled out the broom and swept the bedroom floor this morning. I'd used the shopvac to clean out the pellet stove in the bedroom so thought I'd just suck up the pile of dirt. When I turned around, the dogs were walking through it and spreading into the room again.</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8AW4WthvwpYGsSB2BTqZnusTU85W-XuzO9BlNnimyFRJgqwpLW_b1aYiZNm9CWmBfMQsCzv8trHqjz9JVph02UvPjRzUF7u72X90r03TKJKyKYY1Nt-GnPwrCTHhT7KQzv52L9VGqlnYz/s1600/4+dust.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8AW4WthvwpYGsSB2BTqZnusTU85W-XuzO9BlNnimyFRJgqwpLW_b1aYiZNm9CWmBfMQsCzv8trHqjz9JVph02UvPjRzUF7u72X90r03TKJKyKYY1Nt-GnPwrCTHhT7KQzv52L9VGqlnYz/s400/4+dust.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5720970620149405154" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;">I vacuumed up my first pile of dirt and went back to sweep up what the dogs spread around the room and picked up quite a bit. I thought it would be nothing but those little paws sure can spread stuff around.</div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I find the bedroom hardwood floors are harder to sweep or dust than any of the other hardwood floors I've owned. I think it's because they're handscraped so not nice and flat. One or two passes just doesn't do the job. Oh well, they're beautiful floors so I'll grin and bear it.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I'm in a cleaning mood today. I've got goodies in the toilets waiting to be scrubbed and a kitchen that is asking to be swept and the counters shined. It's one of those, if I put my mind to it everything would be spic n span in less than two hours because it's not dirty, just dusty and cluttered.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">So, off I go to get some things done before D gets home. Maybe tomorrow I'll check my email. I've neglected it all week. I'll make tomorrow my email and catch up on paperwork day. Yep, that works for me.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Have a great week everyone and I'll see ya'll next week.</div>dwgnldyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01669959475470503132noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2500856190801375554.post-87238744372503655672012-03-04T09:50:00.004-08:002012-03-04T10:09:28.362-08:00It was a good week....<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1mKPbiSSsIc4p8Tzm4_0vhzXH2__JANBDeKlAMsRt9gVvo-2MCTxeOVnGM8f4G-jXlbOLhuhuttkPNrmUEAa8I4v5kI0qrGKxLmaqQ9tv_U7r7v8qG1QxajYGZ99e6ByvzFLkW8tiEXBV/s1600/Flowers.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1mKPbiSSsIc4p8Tzm4_0vhzXH2__JANBDeKlAMsRt9gVvo-2MCTxeOVnGM8f4G-jXlbOLhuhuttkPNrmUEAa8I4v5kI0qrGKxLmaqQ9tv_U7r7v8qG1QxajYGZ99e6ByvzFLkW8tiEXBV/s400/Flowers.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5716101039893212882" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;">Last week was my boss's birthday. She's allergic to flowers, yet people keep sending them to her. The upside is, she gives them to me to take home and enjoy. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">She got two deliveries last week. I got one to take home and the other is sitting on the bar at work for the rest of the employees to enjoy.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Also, last week they gave out bonuses. Having never worked for a company who did that, I expected only the sales staff would receive them. Nope...she gave me an envelope with a very generous check in it with instructions not to pay bills or blow it on the baby. Hahahaha! Her suggestion was to take a weekend trip.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I won't tell her today it's buying two tons of pellets and next week will buy brakes for my car. Most likely a radiator too. But I refuse to spend any of it on D's medical bills.</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitWBfSLDcGf9HuPT8y7ToQPxkl5lzLp0GGZFtElkDe1rTTFDqFhbXOfC8su9S0cOlhOQqC6TGPbyNRue79qKGqhjVKyJOJ2R4GLxYKottmKi6bgC3Q6szd-xF9EWyXZPB5vDRmoELI7e_z/s1600/Part+1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitWBfSLDcGf9HuPT8y7ToQPxkl5lzLp0GGZFtElkDe1rTTFDqFhbXOfC8su9S0cOlhOQqC6TGPbyNRue79qKGqhjVKyJOJ2R4GLxYKottmKi6bgC3Q6szd-xF9EWyXZPB5vDRmoELI7e_z/s400/Part+1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5716100960694672626" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;">If you wrack your brain, you'll remember way back at Christmas we ran out of water. Then on New Years, and again and again. We called the well guy out and he charged us almost $300 to say nothing was wrong with it. DUH!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">D suspected it was the above part so I went on a search for one. The cheapest I found it was $89 + shipping. Well, somehow it got put on the back burner and each time the well would stop, D would go out fiddle with something and we'd have water again.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Last week I got fed up and told him to just go buy the part! He went to the same well guys who came out and told them he needed this part. The guy said, "Wow that's an old one. I think I might have one somewhere around here". He took off to the back room and came back awhile later with one in tow. He charged D....are you ready for this????? Eight bucks! I said, why didn't you ask him if he had two so we'd have one on hand when this happened again? LOL!</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFopacOuuw0-Rc7m9FCJ2UREkh0wT7PdPT-OJTeeD80X7BGAOMjrTzCzkx9TKh5ztoTnFXyDOxDj9iNL56tFJN2GM1NfeNA-sKfAf92XQkIlgwTF5ovVjwzlG9Eq8h-gmLpBP7BAFsmGLy/s1600/Part+2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 291px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFopacOuuw0-Rc7m9FCJ2UREkh0wT7PdPT-OJTeeD80X7BGAOMjrTzCzkx9TKh5ztoTnFXyDOxDj9iNL56tFJN2GM1NfeNA-sKfAf92XQkIlgwTF5ovVjwzlG9Eq8h-gmLpBP7BAFsmGLy/s400/Part+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5716100883421278578" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;">Anyway, D pulled out the part and was disgusted to see this. See the little prongs on the right? Well, there should be a matching set on the left. Almost $300 and the well guy didn't see this. D said it was the first thing the guy should have checked. </div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I was a good wife and bit back, "Uhhhh...so why didn't you check it before calling them out?" Smirk...smirk...LOL!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">D and I got into a discussion the other day and decided men and women see things from a different perspective. I've been healthy as a horse until last week. I got a cold but being a huge fan of Zicam, it was much weaker than it could have been. Anyway, a week ago Friday I woke up twice with D and I almost forehead to forehead while sleeping. He'd had a horrible cold and I was avoiding him like the plague. When I came down with it, I accused him of giving it to me. His comment was, "No...you stole it from me!!!"</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Yep, we definitely see things from different perspectives. LOL!</div>dwgnldyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01669959475470503132noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2500856190801375554.post-5463709620319469072012-02-25T12:02:00.013-08:002012-02-25T12:30:28.014-08:00Just rambling on....<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRnhacvOrho8RyoZ7FqgDHKQt7zgR5kiqmogz5stQW7vBfWVi29UWxTB2rZl7z9wR9N6h6NCI9hd-vU8GUHgR99sXBsTu4mkqSBOpuVt4oMkhkmnxKQT-bIyYefpFpnD2qQvqv75H30a3H/s1600/1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRnhacvOrho8RyoZ7FqgDHKQt7zgR5kiqmogz5stQW7vBfWVi29UWxTB2rZl7z9wR9N6h6NCI9hd-vU8GUHgR99sXBsTu4mkqSBOpuVt4oMkhkmnxKQT-bIyYefpFpnD2qQvqv75H30a3H/s400/1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713167057220386034" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;">I'll be rambling a bit in this blog. I just had so many cool pictures I couldn't decide which ones to omit.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">After having two kids of his own, D is still a bit intimated when holding Em. It's like he's afraid to have her sit up. It's rather funny.</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtuJ1eKsrIuNzs1adC9BBI6VaRbnKj0rGrz505lkqw5XcVZ6WvNFPRy-kjofU-sf380QTmlKPestZpfSX66lKANeGlEAsf8KgHKCfVfDXoicQoRSblbarHaJoeRnQcW-HNBCcziNHKjCrt/s1600/2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtuJ1eKsrIuNzs1adC9BBI6VaRbnKj0rGrz505lkqw5XcVZ6WvNFPRy-kjofU-sf380QTmlKPestZpfSX66lKANeGlEAsf8KgHKCfVfDXoicQoRSblbarHaJoeRnQcW-HNBCcziNHKjCrt/s400/2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713167003354806642" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;">One of the very few pictures of me with my granddaughter. I'm usually on the other side of the camera.</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9KOe3wX-21-VLhiTom1xf5fYa1oLAHPkDze8DHgwGoJM8035zL7Oe0qIFWB94TXjhFx_0fSsTx0QHE4TKeKlYMe6-biOZ2GmUwYc2USu9zYScf4NACQ2ya3zV6JJEYRaOwetbwROEgx16/s1600/3.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 295px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9KOe3wX-21-VLhiTom1xf5fYa1oLAHPkDze8DHgwGoJM8035zL7Oe0qIFWB94TXjhFx_0fSsTx0QHE4TKeKlYMe6-biOZ2GmUwYc2USu9zYScf4NACQ2ya3zV6JJEYRaOwetbwROEgx16/s400/3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713166948679153762" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;">The boy child decided to take a shot at growing a beard while he was home. He's back to work now, so I'm guessing he's clean shaven again.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Look at those rosy cheeks. If he had white hair and beard, he'd make a great Santa! Hahahahahahaha!</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjN7XyoRyRgydw616ohtDz_qpJzvTjxhcfkdOxfEKg6LeNVhmzV615im_6ct2jVBWSMLeoxWBXBaQwjd-tahoKrAdSKdM6w25TW7s-mB1j3U9f5tnoe2X4oig4372ciwqEofSTjeEkKzQml/s1600/4.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjN7XyoRyRgydw616ohtDz_qpJzvTjxhcfkdOxfEKg6LeNVhmzV615im_6ct2jVBWSMLeoxWBXBaQwjd-tahoKrAdSKdM6w25TW7s-mB1j3U9f5tnoe2X4oig4372ciwqEofSTjeEkKzQml/s400/4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713166888172928434" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;">This will be the outside trim for the deck. D decided to keep it clean and simple.</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSktNDyfoEdj2llu014dMmxg2wiwP-bhkYURdzeLmm2mwzL40EViiOzYuTPwXPPrRQ0zBTNTuxLEjmaaQSLIoSHc0To7POPmqN76bqatNgsntFaLCyK5uXh-YPh_S6bSkDFoAjkkT5lU5U/s1600/5.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSktNDyfoEdj2llu014dMmxg2wiwP-bhkYURdzeLmm2mwzL40EViiOzYuTPwXPPrRQ0zBTNTuxLEjmaaQSLIoSHc0To7POPmqN76bqatNgsntFaLCyK5uXh-YPh_S6bSkDFoAjkkT5lU5U/s400/5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713166812956843138" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;">For those who thought the deck was skinny, that's true. I would have made it bigger but it's 5' deep on the front and back.</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifeMg4677bRtogTu-bu93k9L2nZ_re58w8WCXJ4Mhlb6UcxpaiJna3iRaWiK9m7fQtix0NDnLiWbpy9Rd6TmSmgas7YvMPPuzp8tSymWeXopBb9wsyWJXYHG6lWsbm_ZOlCfEVia8MQHHX/s1600/6.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifeMg4677bRtogTu-bu93k9L2nZ_re58w8WCXJ4Mhlb6UcxpaiJna3iRaWiK9m7fQtix0NDnLiWbpy9Rd6TmSmgas7YvMPPuzp8tSymWeXopBb9wsyWJXYHG6lWsbm_ZOlCfEVia8MQHHX/s400/6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713166725778077570" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;">On this side, it's 10' deep. Look at that, the old gal still has it! This was Monday. We had President's day off so decided to do some deck work. It was cold but I really enjoyed myself. The next day I was a bit stiff and my knees were sore from standing up and down but I was happy.</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7T2k3HH2dDoFX_16RbweZxDhhpotwh0Yw41fDON2jBTBtJGkcd3mZKleifGwy-XsDy0kLpGfbjT_dlieQiiLv91Zgosr4aUjGiyx-nKDmjUZENJLCCNJ0l3IW3m8J-xOOztVuR86StzgK/s1600/7.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7T2k3HH2dDoFX_16RbweZxDhhpotwh0Yw41fDON2jBTBtJGkcd3mZKleifGwy-XsDy0kLpGfbjT_dlieQiiLv91Zgosr4aUjGiyx-nKDmjUZENJLCCNJ0l3IW3m8J-xOOztVuR86StzgK/s400/7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713166665943442738" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;">Last Saturday I went shopping with S and the baby. She took me to a really cool place that sells unique second hand stuff. I'm ashamed to say, I've owned a ton of the stuff they were selling. I'd bought it all new years ago. Hahahaha! And their vintage clothes??? Oh my, it's the stuff we wore to school mixed in with what our mother's were wearing at the time. Talk about feeling old! </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Anyway, I found this really cool rolling pin. It has chrome handles and a copper roller and cost me a whopping $8. My favorite rolling pin is a glass one my mother-in-law always used. You could fill it with warm or ice water depending on the dough you're working with. The cap cracked and then I lost it so I can't use it like I used to. I think this one will be much nicer to use than my wooden one. We'll see.....</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinePNLDhMwtOqxTB5P8eNffiZ7hyqMjuA2ND1piOrkpYrUb6EKUJWfMy0QkGZQcoEkTb97wMzRSIwRfCvfaMVooOb2LZl3y_FJYWe4ojoFW4t3HUY_XmNIZ6t5qsHrcTwgLQeYaYrd4JYO/s1600/8.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinePNLDhMwtOqxTB5P8eNffiZ7hyqMjuA2ND1piOrkpYrUb6EKUJWfMy0QkGZQcoEkTb97wMzRSIwRfCvfaMVooOb2LZl3y_FJYWe4ojoFW4t3HUY_XmNIZ6t5qsHrcTwgLQeYaYrd4JYO/s400/8.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713166612125019650" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;">I'm jealous because the neighbor's flowering plum is blooming and all of mine are still in the bud stage.</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQvFDuIXgQmrkLUt9teKDku4MLdasTKeqmZnanu8stogt_nx74J1UWfCfqynZkr_C6bO2nnIIlnokHkJgGP3LRIDFQrUrvlMU2mQMBCPBfi7d5Y_R6Wj0b0KOhacHNVVtG9c7JS-eJgABF/s1600/9.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQvFDuIXgQmrkLUt9teKDku4MLdasTKeqmZnanu8stogt_nx74J1UWfCfqynZkr_C6bO2nnIIlnokHkJgGP3LRIDFQrUrvlMU2mQMBCPBfi7d5Y_R6Wj0b0KOhacHNVVtG9c7JS-eJgABF/s400/9.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713166529888918258" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;">The neighbor also has this plant. It grows huge and the deer don't seem to like it. I need to take a clipping to the nursery and find out what it is. I love the little yellow nubs on it.</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjysg1OJYsF_q6VCubDGd1LWJJ-NSlcHR8kKybfMtBPwmQGXwxVOtWMsyzrdMSjuHqWrEblZp4ZKbi_QR4bO2WpOimFPSqfuoCtTlPLa73QCVXN80zxAqLH2pSVpsbQVHijQkSRuzFjh-0u/s1600/10.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjysg1OJYsF_q6VCubDGd1LWJJ-NSlcHR8kKybfMtBPwmQGXwxVOtWMsyzrdMSjuHqWrEblZp4ZKbi_QR4bO2WpOimFPSqfuoCtTlPLa73QCVXN80zxAqLH2pSVpsbQVHijQkSRuzFjh-0u/s400/10.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713166463188925250" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;">Since the truck has been out of commission, we use my car to take the garbage down the road. This is D sitting on the tailgate holding onto the two garbage cans. He's only fallen off once. He decided it would be a good thing to do right after work. He had on nice slacks instead of jeans and rolled out the back when we got to the steep part of the hill like he was sitting on butter.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">It was hilarious!</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu4DI9AItCHkx57vh_pdF7G8TzvtpfeBja25jDrukC7BL2O23TDrmCXh52lyxDXd730Oj_es_AD-mBUnkSGvtHHYmvWwjRAX9iv7nf8Fiu6Dsf3XaCl-IMbi8Xi2zHM-Pj5AEwkKTWwi5J/s1600/11.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu4DI9AItCHkx57vh_pdF7G8TzvtpfeBja25jDrukC7BL2O23TDrmCXh52lyxDXd730Oj_es_AD-mBUnkSGvtHHYmvWwjRAX9iv7nf8Fiu6Dsf3XaCl-IMbi8Xi2zHM-Pj5AEwkKTWwi5J/s400/11.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713166397062382018" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;">I just couldn't resist taking this picture the other day. It's actually darker than it was in person. It reminded me of a baby blanket. It was a lighter pink and baby blue. Just beautiful to look at.</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiG8Y9lDbztelpEOVmBU0wo7PyzXe8wfrLoz2KRmiDEvfsOrsIz_VL7TZoh3-0pyaK2Ez8Kfn6iKYVgWDFN0IMgCaEAUSS5ZKNjrv5HB8OC9mB5DDtb6To_2dAH8Gb8isM4OSbYR2v-k3CG/s1600/12.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiG8Y9lDbztelpEOVmBU0wo7PyzXe8wfrLoz2KRmiDEvfsOrsIz_VL7TZoh3-0pyaK2Ez8Kfn6iKYVgWDFN0IMgCaEAUSS5ZKNjrv5HB8OC9mB5DDtb6To_2dAH8Gb8isM4OSbYR2v-k3CG/s400/12.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713166337164078370" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;">Nissie drives me nuts every night around 5. She wants to go to bed and won't leave me alone until I put her down for the night. Then if I go in the bedroom to get something, she looks at me like I'm punishing her.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">If I let her out, she'll drive me nuts to put her back to bed. Yet if I leave the door open, she won't go in by herself. It's a darn puzzle. LOL!</div>dwgnldyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01669959475470503132noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2500856190801375554.post-77876681015648907822012-02-12T11:40:00.001-08:002012-02-12T11:55:22.205-08:00Four new posts.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOtR1ozmT2ZFdLegJxX0iSgHOhgyBJuiHFmA3wU8DguqBTp0eZsp9FoBZpEm4GsReWbPrV3thtYqzPIIdSgUSgI0rTsvDYGBMrdTzIlNXS2A4B9Pjl32gMWYYpUksvn1y_8Py7XtaXlsdI/s1600/Dave+Birthday+1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOtR1ozmT2ZFdLegJxX0iSgHOhgyBJuiHFmA3wU8DguqBTp0eZsp9FoBZpEm4GsReWbPrV3thtYqzPIIdSgUSgI0rTsvDYGBMrdTzIlNXS2A4B9Pjl32gMWYYpUksvn1y_8Py7XtaXlsdI/s400/Dave+Birthday+1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708336703970727522" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;">I've been busy and haven't posted for awhile so I'm doing 4 individual posts. That way you can catch up when you're in the mood.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">For D's birthday last month he wanted the kids to come over and celebrate Christmas again. It was to be an informal affair and the food for the night was going to be your favorite junk food.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;">The menu consisted of Cracker Jacks, freshly baked oatmeal cookies, artichoke dip, chips, Triscuts, Red Vines, Fresh Strawberries and Pizza. It was wonderful.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">S brought her little snack wrapped in a soft pink blanket. Come on, you just have to nibble those little fingers.</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv6G6W2Z0PnI_V2ucwgqDzucVjZE3DDwJbK6j8BcOUhr2qfQnuMvcMAxSEZ9BLQGx7Q7qb4Ft9CgXf4wsrdafcyexNs-Nt0E-jDJb9yhtQH27KxJoEvNnlZu2Mxg5d3j6virYaJiKhIZ7w/s1600/Dave+Birthday+2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv6G6W2Z0PnI_V2ucwgqDzucVjZE3DDwJbK6j8BcOUhr2qfQnuMvcMAxSEZ9BLQGx7Q7qb4Ft9CgXf4wsrdafcyexNs-Nt0E-jDJb9yhtQH27KxJoEvNnlZu2Mxg5d3j6virYaJiKhIZ7w/s400/Dave+Birthday+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708336652112467106" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;">Life is so hard at this stage isn't it? LOL!</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRDSjQAEuHb3eFHUh_iAyF2j3ElLjvIizsZARXdl_CyDlOF-afjgY2sjjGK5R-6J5svxOBkBYFQYuFS-MxvF1p49c09X8Tg0-ea4a73smRJ2BUjnTqALbdJfPPG9XR791RTVO2rwFuhHID/s1600/Dave+Birthday+3.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRDSjQAEuHb3eFHUh_iAyF2j3ElLjvIizsZARXdl_CyDlOF-afjgY2sjjGK5R-6J5svxOBkBYFQYuFS-MxvF1p49c09X8Tg0-ea4a73smRJ2BUjnTqALbdJfPPG9XR791RTVO2rwFuhHID/s400/Dave+Birthday+3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708336588859341778" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;">Patrick and Marge brought our other little grandchild. No, he's not blood related but genetics are only a little part of family. I've never seen a little guy eat so many cookies and get away with it. Yes, his cheek is protruding because there is a cookie in there.</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggkypkk2OL76GXjqJvqkmkGIiOfHU1l9jf5boP38_tXBQXrNsWJYNdaoiH9Co3sGUzI40Z6NTOVPlFh7v7g4uOlS4W142Tr_rrnLepTv9v8P-cF1Fguq9FVhfKPT2EmSlmsWM_OxnX0d__/s1600/Dave+Birthday+4.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggkypkk2OL76GXjqJvqkmkGIiOfHU1l9jf5boP38_tXBQXrNsWJYNdaoiH9Co3sGUzI40Z6NTOVPlFh7v7g4uOlS4W142Tr_rrnLepTv9v8P-cF1Fguq9FVhfKPT2EmSlmsWM_OxnX0d__/s400/Dave+Birthday+4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708336509775133090" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;">I've got to admit, my grand daughter has one large pair of big eyes. And...she doesn't miss a thing.</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjk9GdcsnJ6GDfj5hdGtFzekNGpt-wUUz6kReegPYG-9TkVbSFExt9PauPCP-NFRPJt4WhZzUb6BoxHNkJENgLzd3PX6dYYUz5htnuQeG4A2kRCwgt09n8SivoaWZaNrQvlG1f4lBpCm9UT/s1600/Dave+Birthday+5.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjk9GdcsnJ6GDfj5hdGtFzekNGpt-wUUz6kReegPYG-9TkVbSFExt9PauPCP-NFRPJt4WhZzUb6BoxHNkJENgLzd3PX6dYYUz5htnuQeG4A2kRCwgt09n8SivoaWZaNrQvlG1f4lBpCm9UT/s400/Dave+Birthday+5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708336450853692242" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;">Ahhh...look, my little baby with his little baby. How sweet is that. S told me the other day Em laughed for him. He was so happy! He and S have many more treats like that to come.</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhExew6TSaBQFIgV3Sqbqtlc42DplhyphenhyphenwOzTyLZ-nNumP5fNuq1lKKKcl-jcdxHQJ9ad0q1zE6W-g1VFA0w5xJu82kNPsERHsyG5UpEhQRIW1cOtqvvJKiI9nC6TknUH5d2giMqHPRTb0-XQ/s1600/Dave+Birthday+6.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhExew6TSaBQFIgV3Sqbqtlc42DplhyphenhyphenwOzTyLZ-nNumP5fNuq1lKKKcl-jcdxHQJ9ad0q1zE6W-g1VFA0w5xJu82kNPsERHsyG5UpEhQRIW1cOtqvvJKiI9nC6TknUH5d2giMqHPRTb0-XQ/s400/Dave+Birthday+6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708336392899535666" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;">D said no gifts for his birthday but S & S gave him this picture. It's absolutely adorable. I haven't decided where to hang it, so it is gracing the entry hall table. I'm getting used to it being there and might leave it a bit longer. It's the first thing we see when we come in the front door.</div></div>dwgnldyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01669959475470503132noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2500856190801375554.post-42435439124305655992012-02-12T11:34:00.000-08:002012-02-12T11:40:06.567-08:00Deck..deck...deckie deck.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZ_T4lv1UbAs6TawLoC4zedHuBEO0nKE21cK_l3hpszIGC_584iyHGRprngTVSy7S__iwcdmEAH8yvOMgoZaFTbP1WEFcDKXk2sZtFKjFPE3cBWNbMmkfbBcNEhyphenhyphenpwq3Q_IhqsRZNFiZaG/s1600/Deck+1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZ_T4lv1UbAs6TawLoC4zedHuBEO0nKE21cK_l3hpszIGC_584iyHGRprngTVSy7S__iwcdmEAH8yvOMgoZaFTbP1WEFcDKXk2sZtFKjFPE3cBWNbMmkfbBcNEhyphenhyphenpwq3Q_IhqsRZNFiZaG/s400/Deck+1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708335175202244674" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;">I thought you'd like to see how D is doing with the deck. After all, it has cost him two fingers. LOL! I've heard of a two finger martini but not a two finger deck.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I went over the other night after work and gave him a hand. I was beat from working all day but it was actually very refreshing being out in the cool evening air after being in a stuffy office all day.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;">We worked until it was too dark to do anything else.</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOJQDBjuwTtl51XN1LRweLphUC8h1vFp_gXMtJzpdNTHBhkKz-mpMJGufB6npBh9rjtPpeoq0fj0crE719z9rDd1m_nuUDCKQwNwrjsYGhJSuyB7VczFeMDDIL9Q0Nrfe9qhW4RaSLMpzo/s1600/Deck+2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOJQDBjuwTtl51XN1LRweLphUC8h1vFp_gXMtJzpdNTHBhkKz-mpMJGufB6npBh9rjtPpeoq0fj0crE719z9rDd1m_nuUDCKQwNwrjsYGhJSuyB7VczFeMDDIL9Q0Nrfe9qhW4RaSLMpzo/s400/Deck+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708335106135086258" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;">This is the backside of the house. I told D if he bought and cut the wood for the door frames, I'd get them painted and installed on the weekend while he was at work. He loved the idea but I haven't seen any new lumber yet.</div></div>dwgnldyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01669959475470503132noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2500856190801375554.post-31787644250705256332012-02-12T11:23:00.000-08:002012-02-12T11:34:40.816-08:00Mundane but necessary project.....<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIteGF3RMk3zpC7HNfThAMIj9KHFQxiPJF8GONXmP6ejNC78tswL8Qj8KUyJag2yhS_dLlDVtmv29K6FHswMcLeHiIsZr5qmk-C-ppnXW5_aXAffqr3ITanEWSkKcPr4J62L071X-i94W7/s1600/Dresser+1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIteGF3RMk3zpC7HNfThAMIj9KHFQxiPJF8GONXmP6ejNC78tswL8Qj8KUyJag2yhS_dLlDVtmv29K6FHswMcLeHiIsZr5qmk-C-ppnXW5_aXAffqr3ITanEWSkKcPr4J62L071X-i94W7/s400/Dresser+1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708332487711055970" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;">Well, the other day I got a bee in my bonnet and decided to tackle a job that was loooooong overdue. My dresser. With the new 'energy saving' lightbulbs there isn't enough light in the morning to see in my dresser to get my lingerie. So, I end up making a mess out of it.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;">In an attempt to simplify things and make my mornings easier, I dumped the contents the entire dresser and drawers (except 1) out on the bed and ruthlessly decided what to keep and what to throw away.</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRHDIKoe5ktG-n751BPua6nnzfpUF0FK41iXIbNIiO5gravxewPSGTsM6BCQq16T1QxKY2JL8_0hkooT5f9vdyYewHUGLWpkqHLY9KyiaOlwEWWW-lRizb9OVu_LkIB5pl7V7QyhdWzpfD/s1600/Dresser+2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRHDIKoe5ktG-n751BPua6nnzfpUF0FK41iXIbNIiO5gravxewPSGTsM6BCQq16T1QxKY2JL8_0hkooT5f9vdyYewHUGLWpkqHLY9KyiaOlwEWWW-lRizb9OVu_LkIB5pl7V7QyhdWzpfD/s400/Dresser+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708332420353566130" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;">I was very strong. I tried on bras, undies and nylons. If I had to think more than 5 seconds on if I'd wear it again, it went in the garbage bag. I threw away brand spanking new and expensive bras. If they weren't comfortable as soon as I put it on, out it went. Hm....I don't even feel bad thinking about it today.</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTcc_a3Rjxge3alxFiP2fL_8mfFqXImHukOPv-3W1OquaB_yS_qcK1e4BJ5dyHmlFRW3jYkFYEGi6939jk1hptb-j9omppe3LyxGK3STUHKzMxlBg415eqlawMkA-41Kp2RAoee2_uw3jK/s1600/Dresser+3.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTcc_a3Rjxge3alxFiP2fL_8mfFqXImHukOPv-3W1OquaB_yS_qcK1e4BJ5dyHmlFRW3jYkFYEGi6939jk1hptb-j9omppe3LyxGK3STUHKzMxlBg415eqlawMkA-41Kp2RAoee2_uw3jK/s400/Dresser+3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708332349230496290" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;">I ended up almost filling to the top, a big bag that we get 40 pounds of pellets in. If I couldn't find the mate to a sock, out it went! If I find the mate later, I'll toss that too. I now have a small spot I keep mismatched socks in. If it gets too large, in the trash they'll go and I'll start fresh again. </div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">It took almost half a day for this job but I feel better already!</div>dwgnldyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01669959475470503132noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2500856190801375554.post-43925607120169950212012-02-12T11:13:00.000-08:002012-02-12T11:23:39.817-08:00Advertisement for Fake Lawn<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnZhEH8PEBcW2YyUsrvtzJV78Ez2gFO034pggwmlj0IckO5FXNQWFTnT3poYmrrCfF4LvVPLLo-EugMcW7VCfyQHaDTmiXEd9FY8D38ggKsnjkGJ3GPK7nxQ7JdpwxxdOSK5T7oNSpT8sN/s1600/Lawn+1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnZhEH8PEBcW2YyUsrvtzJV78Ez2gFO034pggwmlj0IckO5FXNQWFTnT3poYmrrCfF4LvVPLLo-EugMcW7VCfyQHaDTmiXEd9FY8D38ggKsnjkGJ3GPK7nxQ7JdpwxxdOSK5T7oNSpT8sN/s400/Lawn+1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708330286652242754" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;">I've decided we are an advertisement for fake grass. Here we are already through fall and winter and yet my lawn looks like this. Usually, it's knee high and green as can be. Not this year.</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiiODa3ZgusmbMzEXNpQXKWGKRTbMJBE6VcYPGtDnz3T5LNKyj74BjLRTPQyo1bPlreaOZpmmDQG-wN1wzVrqSBfFmQ-0JcpFp4tVsoj9BHCitP29KzIDkaSP3MLorKlXQMGGWLT9rlGHk/s1600/Lawn+3.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiiODa3ZgusmbMzEXNpQXKWGKRTbMJBE6VcYPGtDnz3T5LNKyj74BjLRTPQyo1bPlreaOZpmmDQG-wN1wzVrqSBfFmQ-0JcpFp4tVsoj9BHCitP29KzIDkaSP3MLorKlXQMGGWLT9rlGHk/s400/Lawn+3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708330222226087298" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;">Natures lawnmowers are eating the lawn roots up. As you can tell, they're very afraid of me. So afraid this one decided she need to potty break before fright set in. LOL!</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIJx2ogrUgaSaz-lTEso4SCZqxR8Qm3w5fsFTk-_B6MWWMsOBhA69wQEgNm6xw-GxnY99Zg6cPHznzDy4xbSLV_T5hGsrTWwF-PyXKKsXN2z7Q9g1EVtXZBD5Dlk2-zwMdeiuTHLWUBcvt/s1600/Lawn+4.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIJx2ogrUgaSaz-lTEso4SCZqxR8Qm3w5fsFTk-_B6MWWMsOBhA69wQEgNm6xw-GxnY99Zg6cPHznzDy4xbSLV_T5hGsrTWwF-PyXKKsXN2z7Q9g1EVtXZBD5Dlk2-zwMdeiuTHLWUBcvt/s400/Lawn+4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708330134459355442" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;">After relieving herself, she and her friend decided to graze a bit more before the little girl on the other side of the gate drew their attention and they decided they were full.</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNZg4r5gD0HjADmFdLaJ7XaRxtVAQbXYALPOoyhpGTEjSGxM42cnoorbHAGODR-fH9ATIXsvkDRbmqZew6mJ1Ae_rppBNbwYdLq__6lxykAc7MHJPpg56cXtDtdKpAxGA-bAR7xQa2sv-C/s1600/Lawn+2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNZg4r5gD0HjADmFdLaJ7XaRxtVAQbXYALPOoyhpGTEjSGxM42cnoorbHAGODR-fH9ATIXsvkDRbmqZew6mJ1Ae_rppBNbwYdLq__6lxykAc7MHJPpg56cXtDtdKpAxGA-bAR7xQa2sv-C/s400/Lawn+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708330055181807858" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;">This one wasn't hungry enough to jump the gate and eat. She must have been at the front lawn mowing it before meandering to the backyard.</div>dwgnldyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01669959475470503132noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2500856190801375554.post-36020842631001358832012-01-14T17:24:00.000-08:002012-01-14T17:37:49.642-08:00Hmmmm....what to blog about.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-G85RRaNL8aadswKFpWzj91NKVVaGHGa2zojZZTcUpC8TotbnCN43aIyLmxWmmr5me6NFFGipdMz8TrVAmeb-PiKBsoYtYYtMuZ3CW1tCVZvqq3o89DuWgU6mPCqGOm26RWKrwPEJg4Sm/s1600/Lexus+1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-G85RRaNL8aadswKFpWzj91NKVVaGHGa2zojZZTcUpC8TotbnCN43aIyLmxWmmr5me6NFFGipdMz8TrVAmeb-PiKBsoYtYYtMuZ3CW1tCVZvqq3o89DuWgU6mPCqGOm26RWKrwPEJg4Sm/s400/Lexus+1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697663983233080194" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;">I was trying to think of what I'd talk about this time around. I don't want to overdue the grandchild thing so I thought I'd do a cute dog thing. AGAIN!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">While loading the pictures from the camera to the computer this popped up. D has been working on the clutch of the truck for a couple of weeks now. Yep, I said a couple of weeks. Apparently it's turning into a nightmare of a project.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;">Anyway, he takes me to work and then uses the car for running around. Now I'm thinking groceries, an occasional tool from Home Depot but I found this a little while ago. I think I need to gently explain to him my car is not a truck. It doesn't chauffeur around dirty tools, greasy car parts and definitely not construction material. Oye vey! What will he think of next?</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhD5Lv-5Z-z-l-8ywa23K_rNalbtbbMZHgAmPdMkU_O7WQA2xykHUwU0VM-kv67iIPWdbEIta_LPj1TdvUSV_s5OyfWckbHNfPIygSJlOfHYR_yEwcqrNxLyb33iIZhZTweBoP-N0CjSJEJ/s1600/Dogs+1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhD5Lv-5Z-z-l-8ywa23K_rNalbtbbMZHgAmPdMkU_O7WQA2xykHUwU0VM-kv67iIPWdbEIta_LPj1TdvUSV_s5OyfWckbHNfPIygSJlOfHYR_yEwcqrNxLyb33iIZhZTweBoP-N0CjSJEJ/s400/Dogs+1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697663833349247586" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;">I thought I'd take a break from working on a project for a friend of mine in Australia. I worked on it a couple of hours and then decided I'd take a few minutes to go clean the kitchen counter and change the sheets on the bed. When I entered the bedroom this is what I found.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">How can two little dogs be so exhausted from laying around all day? Nissie found the hardwood floor gets toasty warm in the sun, while Nuttie took the direct approach to heat.</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6UFuCj5qZd8I2MnbBTnXSdJwVPAL1PletfTOKIVwrm5rJhARwl6rX8FJ6pZXCwbT9JxM8kpjjn8oHRJSlBn2kssZlmnnny96otgEt1-bT9S59VKOgPxnMKvngbsAFgTNJIpflt19puypO/s1600/Dogs+2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6UFuCj5qZd8I2MnbBTnXSdJwVPAL1PletfTOKIVwrm5rJhARwl6rX8FJ6pZXCwbT9JxM8kpjjn8oHRJSlBn2kssZlmnnny96otgEt1-bT9S59VKOgPxnMKvngbsAFgTNJIpflt19puypO/s400/Dogs+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697663683285291298" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;">She decided she'd get a double whammy. Not only is she sprawled out on the little table in the sun but there's also a fire in the pellet stove. She was roasting hot and in doggie heaven.</div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">That's it for the day. Nothing special, just a quickie. Have a nice weekend everyone.</div>dwgnldyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01669959475470503132noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2500856190801375554.post-10229660108462680212012-01-08T10:06:00.000-08:002012-01-08T10:41:30.154-08:00Nighty Night Santa!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheHCgl6Vi33z0oAxchbAW70VkmLNlzApNy17WBUUPxpKi1d7m_3nrwBn9kyP9tvf4b0gwNNnURia-qBIwMIH3Y730Bas7m0PQgnluxurGnX-onacTqA81jT3lI-7AJLNQy-coBPxZXiYlj/s1600/Ornament+Santa.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheHCgl6Vi33z0oAxchbAW70VkmLNlzApNy17WBUUPxpKi1d7m_3nrwBn9kyP9tvf4b0gwNNnURia-qBIwMIH3Y730Bas7m0PQgnluxurGnX-onacTqA81jT3lI-7AJLNQy-coBPxZXiYlj/s400/Ornament+Santa.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695324947185111522" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;">Well, it's time to put Santa away for another year. This was a hard year not only for us but for many people. The tree was naked because D & I didn't exchange any gifts at all. But then, there's nothing we could ask for that would top the birth of little Em. Every cloud has a silver lining.</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiptbdhPxsqPFWr3jp6CDprJVodVejE8gNhzQ6OyoJcUM4_6RT7TdXR0tZ8TBqBhgu0Dkrt4QQlN6sRWkduroPhaYUiBdX_dmM1dBL5d0yEZrkKvOr0bp1Qcike2xgjEmJYetnyx6JjEG8-/s1600/Ornament+Birthday.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiptbdhPxsqPFWr3jp6CDprJVodVejE8gNhzQ6OyoJcUM4_6RT7TdXR0tZ8TBqBhgu0Dkrt4QQlN6sRWkduroPhaYUiBdX_dmM1dBL5d0yEZrkKvOr0bp1Qcike2xgjEmJYetnyx6JjEG8-/s400/Ornament+Birthday.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695324859406234402" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;">My sisters and I decided we'd make it easy on ourselves and instead of gifts, we'd give each other an ornament. I thought you'd enjoy seeing the beautiful ones I received.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">This hummingbird is my <i><b>favorite Birthday gift of 2011</b></i>. The picture just doesn't do it justice. It's absolutely beautiful! Somehow the person who gave it to me knew I collected hummingbirds and thought ahead to Christmas. Thank you so much.</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpOcWBWGCL0COmBq5qXsJ1-OeRKCQS9dY2Trb_BEOSJi94i4Ff7FEWeFAvwJllxE_BDEPAC-hQR2nuF9Tla4Zu3JmzmukWPg3_11LXx4z3n75Fx6gDFWYVdd6rky-HWyp81ySff1_xVLMD/s1600/Ornament+Andi.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpOcWBWGCL0COmBq5qXsJ1-OeRKCQS9dY2Trb_BEOSJi94i4Ff7FEWeFAvwJllxE_BDEPAC-hQR2nuF9Tla4Zu3JmzmukWPg3_11LXx4z3n75Fx6gDFWYVdd6rky-HWyp81ySff1_xVLMD/s400/Ornament+Andi.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695324759052786338" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;">This is my <i><b>favorite travel ornament</b></i>, given to me by my sister A. I love the three D look it has, which makes it stand out on the tree. It's delicate like me. Yuck...yuck...yuck....a little Christmas humor there.</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUeJkYNCbWy-pvQnrvDtJcAbPv6kJt_gkRZ3Iu5WHDF4tv8NtposiHPxeoQYBjYeVjeX3uGoI7iz3F2Yakpb7okkr9bSvxH9eN_Hu56rMsn_LYqpyS2Uxj71d4VsCcyi8Y887oDUYYVqS4/s1600/Ornament+Elayne.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUeJkYNCbWy-pvQnrvDtJcAbPv6kJt_gkRZ3Iu5WHDF4tv8NtposiHPxeoQYBjYeVjeX3uGoI7iz3F2Yakpb7okkr9bSvxH9eN_Hu56rMsn_LYqpyS2Uxj71d4VsCcyi8Y887oDUYYVqS4/s400/Ornament+Elayne.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695324681267579538" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;">My sister E gave me this one. Santa here is my <i><b>favorite sparkly character</b></i> ornament. He's the traditional Santa and exactly what I would expect from her. Why you say???? Because she stops for shiny stuff. This little guy glistens all over. I could see her standing in front of a bunch of these in a trance with the shine in her face. I'll bet someone had to nudge or talk to her to get out eyes from rolling to the back of her head from pleasure. Hahahaha! </div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjglJfYhRCgn3xJRF1QIz2V36_nsbRNh9zDbBKJ6Z4cO6CUYpC1rj2432ni7Su80q3C7PIeaBWePRe9Fl9C76S-DXSOmHGas48NAfy5UQPEepF-1qaImTLip0xvrwjnWd3GY-gLmFt-eTjM/s1600/Ornament+Colleen.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 308px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjglJfYhRCgn3xJRF1QIz2V36_nsbRNh9zDbBKJ6Z4cO6CUYpC1rj2432ni7Su80q3C7PIeaBWePRe9Fl9C76S-DXSOmHGas48NAfy5UQPEepF-1qaImTLip0xvrwjnWd3GY-gLmFt-eTjM/s400/Ornament+Colleen.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695324569673252706" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;">This is from my sister C. It wins the<i><b> favorite sit and stare at it with my mouth open award</b></i>. It's absolutely huge and I just can't quit looking at it. It sparkles in the day and it sparkles in the night. Yes, I suffer from the same 'shiny disease' my sister E suffers from.</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKF6tYU28SFsSJkKzhmh2Oj2cbedsd1EbEYqJTOGhhglyb2OKN73NoF2PPzPpHq9xp70Gjp5o88h-czRaiuQbSh7N1W2z9wANSHMIIUMIrVfp4TdE6XnKCyFrjbCh8e9AH9hZaKfry8irj/s1600/Ornament+Sue.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKF6tYU28SFsSJkKzhmh2Oj2cbedsd1EbEYqJTOGhhglyb2OKN73NoF2PPzPpHq9xp70Gjp5o88h-czRaiuQbSh7N1W2z9wANSHMIIUMIrVfp4TdE6XnKCyFrjbCh8e9AH9hZaKfry8irj/s400/Ornament+Sue.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695324480858229538" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;">Last but definitely not least, this is from my sister S. It's a traditional ornament that's very large and absolutely gorgeous. Ignore the yellow spot. That's the flash from the camera. I just couldn't get a good picture without that on it. Anyway, I love the glitter and that it's made of 4 different colors. Of course, she knows my favorite color is red so I would have been surprised if it had been blue. This is my <b><i>favorite elegant globe</i></b> ornament. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Now I'm thinking one ornament is missing. I think starting next year, I'll buy a special one for myself. I think I deserve it. After all, I put up the tree and take it down.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Speaking of which, I'd better get my tush in gear. I decided I'll get two things done today. Decorations put away and a control box for the well ordered, so it'll be here next week and we can quit playing russian roulette with the water in the morning.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Of course, I'm already ahead of my goal for the day. I spent all of 15 minutes cleaning the kitchen so it's pretty and sparkling. It's amazing how fast you can clean a kitchen when you had take out food the night before.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Now to crank up Pandora for the morning. My son got me hooked on it at Christmas. I not only play it at home on the computers but I play it at work when I'm posting payments or sending invoices. They're both kinda automatic non thinking functions so it's great to have music in my ears. Okay, just one ear. I need to hear the phone if it rings and answer it fast.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Hot dog, I'm a multi-tasker! Happy New Year everyone and here's hoping we all stay healthy, wealthy and wise this year. Do you hear that?????..... hubby of mine? I said, "Healthy!" </div>dwgnldyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01669959475470503132noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2500856190801375554.post-9500469463305660522012-01-01T09:49:00.000-08:002012-01-01T10:31:47.722-08:00Goodbye 2011!!!!!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmO8Eh-M32wcHA_oSXokHT5luBWT_2Kz5SJXlbeyXw9T52zuqIrlJRiSuZRhtM_EZLaI7uKjops2r_JxqD7SonOOF9X6bOyo7gCp0EA1JKjy6qVMiMQyWyjfBsYxBGODERnUu3iMPu-d_d/s1600/Fireplace+1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmO8Eh-M32wcHA_oSXokHT5luBWT_2Kz5SJXlbeyXw9T52zuqIrlJRiSuZRhtM_EZLaI7uKjops2r_JxqD7SonOOF9X6bOyo7gCp0EA1JKjy6qVMiMQyWyjfBsYxBGODERnUu3iMPu-d_d/s400/Fireplace+1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692724291887987442" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;">I am so glad to see 2011 gone...gone....gone. It was a horrible year financially and medically. There were a few and I mean a few bright spots. First, D got the new pellet stove installed. </div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi7hhoeR8Kb_NQxViaOgjNDs4itFhot2GKgDYUD0joWVU-fXS3u0Pp7Id3x122qmxvVAo7CmevrJGjAsuM70djV0xJFM0uYq92Btpndq63SL_OmEsICU782d5QSlnviY1lXZzD-tKBQylm/s1600/Fireplace+%2526+Nuttie.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi7hhoeR8Kb_NQxViaOgjNDs4itFhot2GKgDYUD0joWVU-fXS3u0Pp7Id3x122qmxvVAo7CmevrJGjAsuM70djV0xJFM0uYq92Btpndq63SL_OmEsICU782d5QSlnviY1lXZzD-tKBQylm/s400/Fireplace+%2526+Nuttie.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692724229515156162" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;">It's passed Nutties inspection. She likes to sit on the bricks but prefers.....</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFhPY_fyvPrnR6oeEL3rcHfqrRRy0T59di6JDy30ZWohnOgvb66oV9Bhzb3njw-orjigcN0ZtEoC8vXtk32FZH3TPtpATzNGKp0OukafRxHlguXwG8MgMS_i9xC0zVHr1Vx_C0dpM7PlG5/s1600/Fireplace+3.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFhPY_fyvPrnR6oeEL3rcHfqrRRy0T59di6JDy30ZWohnOgvb66oV9Bhzb3njw-orjigcN0ZtEoC8vXtk32FZH3TPtpATzNGKp0OukafRxHlguXwG8MgMS_i9xC0zVHr1Vx_C0dpM7PlG5/s400/Fireplace+3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692724158783517810" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;">Laying across the top of the little round table where the heat hits her directly. The purchase of the stove was a decision I made by basically telling D., "Call on this and go pick it up." It's an older Lopi and had a few things we needed to replace on it. It was a little over $3000 new and we bought it for around $200 and threw in two new parts totaling I think $175. It's been running like a charm since then.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">There are a few finishing touches that need to be done, like some paint spots need attention and the bottom trim piece needs to be fabricated. Other than that, it's a wonderful little stove.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;">It keeps the bedroom and hallway comfortable without being too hot or too cold. This is the first year during foggy days the back half of the house wasn't freezing cold. All in all, it was a successful purchase and project.</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtX5AFk9Rr3f8uCmHmhm70XUHnaNp_h6SR2G2N5f9IB5LAkcGPQ1k_OZX2ukdo9qtSGLmcNpfpQOZnLfCFwBO_qJQmBKDnZ1Jckc9fnLKHUaWRjE3343oYBnhbHb_km-ZwZdd1vLorTGcC/s1600/Xmas+Dave+Emma+Gretta.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtX5AFk9Rr3f8uCmHmhm70XUHnaNp_h6SR2G2N5f9IB5LAkcGPQ1k_OZX2ukdo9qtSGLmcNpfpQOZnLfCFwBO_qJQmBKDnZ1Jckc9fnLKHUaWRjE3343oYBnhbHb_km-ZwZdd1vLorTGcC/s400/Xmas+Dave+Emma+Gretta.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692724081831273842" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;">S & S brought little E over for Christmas. As you can see D is hating being a grandfather. There are just two sad things about this picture. The little Bear and D's finger.</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP7jC5Wj_y8wrk3oOHKu2eoxlUkMcRSlae4d-L2wedxtwudyg4X5WgP4t5NPnzivqdnL5-hwL-ZLltv2sWFYupzL_-RK3fg2EWUrSqmQY8N_aGAfNnWkScZ-1MrYkqeVGcMWFiPIXtmE9k/s1600/Dave+Fingers.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 363px; height: 241px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP7jC5Wj_y8wrk3oOHKu2eoxlUkMcRSlae4d-L2wedxtwudyg4X5WgP4t5NPnzivqdnL5-hwL-ZLltv2sWFYupzL_-RK3fg2EWUrSqmQY8N_aGAfNnWkScZ-1MrYkqeVGcMWFiPIXtmE9k/s400/Dave+Fingers.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692723989651527298" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;">What's wrong with this picture? Come on, if you read the previous blogs you'd know D lost the end of this baby finger in early November. What's that on his ring finger???? Well, in early December he almost cut off the end of it. That picture is of the good side. You don't want to see the rest, it looks like he put it through the meat grinder. His "hand surgeon", yes he has a specialist for that, was able to save this finger also. Although he's almost cut the darn thing completely off, it was a better job than the baby finger because he didn't destroy the bone.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">He is starting to see the funny in it though. He told the doc, "Well, if I hadn't shortened the baby finger in November, then I would have completely lost it because the saw blade bypassed it and went into my ring finger." Yep, it was a room full of warped personalities because we found that hilarious!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">So, we've saved another finger and once I have my car back....oh did I forget to mention the clutch went out on the truck so D's been shuttling me back and forth to work for a week? We're waiting for parts to come in. Once they do and the truck in back up running, I'm going to head to HD myself and walk right up to D in the tool corral and say, "Sir, my husband keeps cutting off his fingers because he refuses to buy the right tool for the right job. Would you please show me where the Forsner bits are and recommend which one I should buy for him? I have $40 cash right here!" LOL! Yep, that's the first thing on my list when I have my wheels back.</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiQXqfPhMaKCSlN3UHsSqW0WY-N0HL4tZDul4yuTZPR3naZ8Wvc87o5der_b-3r2Aidl_kUhKpyGzj7uOnSIeRtN-hle_EKSei6G0eIaS3jV0db_r8SH5YEgGPGV0S1tCZ0F7C1BN0AaBW/s1600/Dave+buried+Gretta.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiQXqfPhMaKCSlN3UHsSqW0WY-N0HL4tZDul4yuTZPR3naZ8Wvc87o5der_b-3r2Aidl_kUhKpyGzj7uOnSIeRtN-hle_EKSei6G0eIaS3jV0db_r8SH5YEgGPGV0S1tCZ0F7C1BN0AaBW/s400/Dave+buried+Gretta.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692723905218812082" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;">Yesterday (New Years Eve day) sucked. The Bear woke up not doing well. She'd peed and pooped all over herself and tracked it all over the family room carpet, kitchen and laundry room. She was out of sorts and couldn't stand up. We gave her the meds the vet had just upgraded and waited for things to settle down.</div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">D went to work and later in the morning I kept hearing a thumping. I finally found her under his desk and she couldn't get up. She'd wet on herself again. I put her outside and she kept falling down. When she was finally able to stand she stumbled in a circle completely confused. I wrapped her in her favorite blanket which was an old bathrobe of mine and sat in my chair holding her and telling her it was okay to go. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">She was having trouble breathing and really struggling so I called the vet and we decided it was time to put her down. We set an appointment for a little before one in hopes she'd just go to sleep. I didn't have a car so Scott came and took me to the vet when it was time. The Bear had wet on me two more times before the trip.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Nissie knew what was happing because she sat with her head on the Bear for the longest time. Okay, until the Bear started having horrible gas. Then it was, "She's your dog mom, you take care of her....I'm moving to another chair until the air fills!" Hahahaha! Fair weathered friend.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Scott took us to the vet and Dr. C. took her in to give her that final shot. She said the Bear died before the shot took affect. She said she had just put the needle in and she was gone. She continued the shot just to make sure there was no pain at the last minute.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">So the first day of this year 2012, D spent lovingly placing the Bear in "Bern's Retreat" near where Pepper is buried. I have to think she decided on leaving this earth yesterday so we could start 2012 on a fresh footing.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">All I can say is, if it weren't for little E being born, 2011 would have been a complete waste of time. So I guess every cloud has a silver lining.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Here's hoping the upcoming year brings happiness and safety to everyone in the family.</div>dwgnldyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01669959475470503132noreply@blogger.com3