Not Working

Thank you all my dear, dearest internets for your prayers, love and support. It means more to me than I could ever express with words.

One would think that if one had plenty to do at home one could find something to do while at home now that one was unemployed…wouldn’t one? Now don’t get me wrong I do have lots of things I could be doing for example here’s a list:


Clean bathrooms
Submit poems somewhere
Prepare meals calendar
Go through junk boxes to price crap for a yard sale
Spring clean the yard
Watch TV
Straighten up the garage
Think about how to decorate the living room
Call a friend
Straighten up my studio
Do the laundry
Blog
Do something artsy
Make paper
Dust stuff
Make curtains for dining room, kitchen, office and studio
Organize a million photographs
Read some books or at least one
Sweep
Exercise
Write some poetry
Fix some screens that need it
Finish the two quilts
Do my resume
Hunt for a job with benefits

I’m sure there are lots of other things, but no, one can’t seem to do anything in any kind of strategic manner. My brain is scattered I’m writing this post when my single intent was to find a recipe for pulled pork. I had one but of course can’t locate it since I have not been able to find any of my recipes that apparently are lost out in there where everything got shoved when the house flooded last year. And speaking of last year, it flew by so fast I’m still not sure this year has started. Except it has and my pork butt sits in the kitchen sink waiting for me to find that recipe that I want, but can’t seem to get to.

I feel so lost, walking in a circle, like a dog chasing its tail cause that’s all there is do, but not really there are other things. To do of course and the focus has gotten all hazy like the woods across the street when there is a fog or when it’s raining really hard and they become obscure. I mean I know they are there, but just can’t quite see ‘em. I really should look for that recipe before my internet gets cut off. So if you don’t hear from me for a while it’s not because I’m too busy with work it’s just the internet was cut off. Did I mention that I’m cooking supper every day, well pretty much every day now that we are home again and I don’t work.

And just to let ya know while I am sad and get a bit teary about It is so not the end of the world. God has His plan and His timing for all things. I am certain that all will be as they should be. Yes the cobra plan is available I only hope that my unemployment will cover the cost with a little left over for internet.

Any clue as to what I want to do? Come on give me your suggestions I’m pretty open except for the Mortgage Industry and Cosmetology -I’ve already had careers in them (20 + yrs & 10 yrs)

my 200th post

Good New - Bad News

Y’all never fail to amaze me, with your kindness and flattery towards little o’me. I am the lucky recipient of not just one but Four awards. First from Linda of Left Brain Write and Jai of Jai Joshi’s Tulsi Tree – Honest Scrap, in my opinion this award represents a way to take the scrapes of this and that’s and make them into a whole experience (sounds good to me anyway). Now from Deanna of Deanna’s Blog and Elizabeth of Elizabeth’s Blog-Ramblings– Sugar Doll, which I’m sure is a reference to my accent. They both come with a hitch (ain’t nutin free ya know) I have to tell you 10 random things about moi. In advance I apologize if you already know and if not then my mission was well accomplished. Oh, yes my dear internets my head is getting way too big for my hats.


1. I don’t like the manufacture/contents/size/washing instruction tags in clothes…I always cut them out because they irritate me

2. I think I am afraid of success, and when it happens to me I can find a good reason for such dumb luck and why it won’t happen again

3. I like licking my fingers after eating Cheetos, otherwise it gets yellow orange stuff on my keyboard

4. I spilled a bowl of gravy on myself when I was 8, on accounta I insisted I was a big girl and could do it

5. I believe in God, a genderless supreme being and that we are all a part of that beautiful energy

6. My favorite number is 3, odd I know

7. Often times my art is better looking in my head and that leaves me feeling inadequate

8. I was a cub scout leader for 6 years

9. I bake good cakes and cookies but can not make a pie crust that is eatable

10. I feel so blessed to have all of you as my dear internets

And the award goes to :

Dapoppins - that is one honest scrap of life in her 2-7 post
The Exhausted Mom Chronicles - sometimes she just finds the scrapest stuff
Our Lost Jungle - the way she is able to find scraps and turn them into lessons
 

And the Award goes to:

Shine the Divine Creativity - her sweet caring ways for others is inspiring

Exit Stage Right - regardless of how tired she gets Snaggle always finds a way to visit, and she seems to always be covered in powdered sugar

Down River Drivel - through all the ups and downs she is always a doll

And the bad news, which is maybe really old news cause it is past news and the crying is over...I lost my job...but worse than that I lost the health insurance that we so need now that my Beloved is facing chemo end of next month. Where do I pick up some of that Obma care again?

Hum sometimes I wonder...

about my dear internets. So someone, a secret admirer perhaps, thinks this blog is so funny that it screams H~U~M~O~R  or is someone trying to say I scare the hell outta ‘em. Okay all kids outside, no really send them outside to play for a change. I am pleased to have been given this, ah, um, ah thing from you know who (my secret admirer)  Oh yeah I almost forgot to say thank you, so thank you my dear internet.

passing this on to:

Susan’s Snippets - her photos and commentary are screamingly real

Ma Vie Folle - she just cracks me up

Melissa’s manic Musings  - what can I say she is a maniac

And now for some Crazy A$$ed questions (as if you would expect anything less than whole milk)

1. How does my screen look from your side?

2. Beloved asks: What did the 1st camel say to the 2nd camel when describing her new pedicure over the phone? (yeah you know it’s funny)

3. Have you ever pulled someone’s finger? And if so I dare you to describe your experience (don’t be scared the clown is watching)

4. And now that my screen has been cleaned how does it look?

5. Have you ever been bitten by a dog? I have can you guess where? Go ahead take a guess

6. Are you the type of cook that buys pre-boiled eggs like these below?

7. And one last question; okay so y’all know when you sign something xxxooo, meaning hugs and kisses, does the x represent the hug or the kiss? Cause it seems like the hug should be the o, because it like hugs you.

Special thanks to all those that helped to make this weird post possible:
Jannie for the award, Loose Leaf Notes-for the puppy, Beloved for the camel toe joke (yes it's still funny I mean just picture it), Grandpaw for the finger pulling, Moi for the super cool photo, Butch for the doggie bite, Moi again for the photo, and Baby Girl for the xxx & ooo question

Now go out there and leave some comment love on all the blogs you visit this week, even if all you type is "Paige told me to say hi."

And there I was

all ready to be home, never once giving any thought to the million boxes that needed to be unpacked. Y’all remember the those, of course you do. You have an awesome memory, unlike moi, who could only think of sleeping my own bed again. Sheesh


Oh yes, my dear internets I know this post about coming home is a bit overdue, but look I have all these great, no super duper good, okay just 10 reasons for putting it off…

First when we got home, it smelled really weird, varnish and paint and grout and closed up/not lived in kind of weird (not to be confused with old people smell weird)

Second I had to go to work the next day. Yeah, yeah I know I’m working from home now and one would think that would be better and easy. Not quite easy…ya see you can’t leave your desk for too long between files. Holy Cow what if someone emailed or called and you didn’t answer for what could be considered “too long” than you would have this whole “what were you doing” kind of thing issue and well better leave the homework for after working hours. No seriously!

Third all the work was not complete-ie cabinets weren’t stained, stove/microwave/washer/dryer/hot water heater not in (no bathing for a few days)

Forth once the above was finished it was time for me to go “train” for my job. I know trudging out during rush hour sucked. I mean come on my dear internets I hadn’t driven for some time (think October y’all) OMG the crazy people on the roads thought the speed limit was really, really slow, but you and I know it’s not.

Fifth the stove finally got in and then wouldn’t you know it Beloved expected ME to use it. You can find a shot of hat first meal cooking over here. Heck I still haven’t figured out how to use all the fancy buttons and gadgets on it.

Sixth now that I was trained (half a$$ed) I was busy performing my new work duties. Freaking out cause I needed supplies and having to figure out what I needed and ordering it and trying to set up my office efficiently, trying to get a routine going and the stress of all that on my weak self. Geeze, ya know? (don’t answer that)

Seventh, so there I was before and after work trying to unpack kitchen crap, find new homes for it. The boxes were not marked for contents and many contained a mishmash of stuff, of which I have weeded through and now have 3 boxes of junk to get rid of. I think I have unpacked it all. Whew!

Eighth I’m going crazy with trying to find crap and thereby move it to where I now think it should be. My poor family thinks I’m just a crazy a$$ed lady who wants to keep the whereabouts of everything kitchen related a secret. But that is so NOT true, really it’s not. Cause someone other then me needs to sweep all this tile!

Ninth laundry had to be done. Of course I had to learn how to use the new washer and dryer and then I had to show baby girl, she was scared of ‘em. Between you and me I don’t blame her one little bit.

Tenth, I bet you thought I would never get here. I have had to sleep and use the toilet and bathe, not that I have shaved my legs at all this whole year, but soon my Beloved, I will.

Okay so where are the pictures you ask, well ya did, didn’t ya? Now that I have all the above outta the way I can wrap my mind around making things pretty and then I’ll show you all. There are some "during" photos scattered at my 365 Views by Me blog.

Oh did I mention all the books I had to read (How to Manuels) and all those warranty cards that needed filling out and mailing…

Oh but it all is so much fun, like being a newlywed and all that neat discovery stuff.

I Know

I should be doing some kind of Valentine’s post full of love and hearts and cupids and chocolate and sexy under britches and maybe a sexy chocolate heart shaped bra to fling while holding a single rose in my teeth, but this will have to do. A two fer poem one story from two different views…


Seduction

It was hot as the sun beat down
Blistering the concrete
I watched from my apartment
Over the wrought iron

Sweat beads on his forehead
Running down his strong jaw
Swirling over, under
Five o’clock shadows

He took off his hat, red hair spilling
Drawing his muscled arm across his face
Dislodging glistening streams of hard work
Not quitting time yet,
The sun had plenty of energy left

So did he, as he worked on
Steaks sizzled on the grill
Muscles flexed and stretched
Come on, honey I whispered
Between sips of iced sweet tea

Places are set, now look up
Our eyes locked
I held a glass in offering his way
His smile told me, I would not be
Alone

Claimed

I saw a girl up on a balcony
Short sassy brown hair
Lit up by the hot summer sun
Into a glowing halo

Could she see me watching?
Wonder what it was like
To be strings on her denim cutoffs
So close, brushing against her skin

Nowhere near night
And I was, lost in a dream
Up there on the third floor
Hungry for what was cooking

Thirsty for a tall shimmering glass
Like the one she just raised to her lips
Wonder where her heart lay
If it was already taken

There was no glint of rings
As her fingers busily worked about
Laying out one too many plates
Another glass glistened in her hand

Daring to look full on into her face
She rose the glass and motioned it my way
I knew from her gaze
I had been claimed

Can you read Braille?

We needed band aids and well I went to buy some. I stood there and studied the huge selection of different brands, styles, colors, medicated or not. When I finally decided how much I was willing to pay to cover a paper cut booboo and the average size of my typical booboo I grabbed a box. Said box …

to my surprise has Braille on it. Can you see it?Cool, no super Cool! Then I thought hey wait a minute why am I just now seeing a product that has Braille labeling? I know, you too huh? See this goes back to my rant about the salt grinders, well sorta. I mean come on even blind people or sight challenged folks need to buy stuff. Sure it may not matter what color the sheets that they buy are, but they do need to know the tread count and the size (for some things size does so matter and bed sheets is one of ‘em). And yeah, I’m sure the color does matter in an overall decorating scheme sort of way.

When was the last time you saw a sight challenged person shopping alone? Or God forbid not getting to shop! That would be awful, don’t you agree. I’m just saying it’s about time someone put Braille labeling on a product. Way to go Band Aid people!

FTC Disclaimer: I received no compensation for my opinion in this post (maybe I sould just make this statement a part of every post as I seem to never be compensated for any opinion I have)

Purple

My Favorite color is Purple. I received a 2 sets of purple gloves for Christmas. One is fancy suede and one is knitted with a luscious fuzzy fur like cuff. The latter came with a wonderful hat and a stripped scarf. What a lucky Queen am I. so here is a hodge podge of purple that does not contain either pair of gloves, but I knew you would love to see it.

Purple is a sexy, warm and passionate color for me. What do you think? It’s okay I know not everyone likes it and that is okay. After all that is why God made so many different colors. There are more than enough to go around for us all.