I've been very much neglecting my website. I suppose other "bloggers" have this problem. Do you ever have one of those periods where there's a lot going on, but either you don't really feel like putting it all into words and/or you feel if you did, it would just seem, I don't know...kind of meh...? I suppose that's a form of writer's block, eh?
There's also this: I just don't seem to get anywhere. One of my friends just cooks along on her projects, and I go to blogs where people are doing cool things and their houses look so awesome...and mine is still craptastic. I have no time, no energy, and no money. I walk into a room, filled with ideas and take one look at the clutter and the dust and say fuck it and walk out to go read or play on the computer. I just don't know where to start. My place has become like one of those little puzzles you had as a kid--usually numbers, but sometimes a US flag or other picture--where you had to move all the little tiles to make the picture. You'd get one part of it done and realize you had to back-track and move all those pieces aside just to get the corner in. That's my house. I look at one project and realize the huge number of things that have to be done before I can even start. Fooey.
Anyway, that's not the big news this week. Everything's kind of been put on back burners. More on that later...just wanted to let my adoring fans (all two of them, both related to me no doubt) that I hadn't fallen off the edge of the world. (That got me to thinking if the tea baggers and the flat earthers and the birthers all got together...oh, wait, they're all pretty much one and the same, aren't they? Never mind....)
'Til tomorrow, little buckaroos.
Showing posts with label Week in Review. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Week in Review. Show all posts
Sunday, September 12, 2010
Tuesday, August 31, 2010
Digging around, planning, thinking...
First off, I'd like to say how disappointed I was to find that this lady is no longer keeping this blog smoke and ochre. Rats. There are so many nice, nice pictures and all on it. But, you know...a kabillion, bazillion, and 93 blogs on the intarwebs and so little time.
Now that the energy devil is not sucking my aura away every day, I'm finding I have enough get up and go to get a few things done. After we decommissioned the old building on Friday, I skated. R had the day off (LBJ's birthday, doncha know), so he took me to work, went home, slept in, then came and picked me up. We didn't do much..picked up Taco Bell and came home. I crashed at some point and foo...what did we do Friday evening. I don't even remember....OH! Crap, of course! Sylvan's party! Oy, such a knucklehead I am. Her first novel is coming out, officially on Tuesday! I've read the first...second?...draft, but changes were made after it went to the publisher...anyhoo, her BFF, the self-same Laura of Pushing Furniture fame, threw a surprise party. R, W, and I went. It was fun, and we totally surprised Ms. Author. :D
Then we came home and I was kind of sick at 4 AM. Nauseous...and for awhile didn't know which, erm...end....would be a problem (hoping that it wouldn't be one of those, ah...double-ended things. I HATE that). But as soon as I "went," the nausea went away and I was able to go back to sleep. Got up about 9:40 yesterday and spent a good bit of the day washing dishes and general clean-up, then went to Lowe's and Tar-Jay. Spent way more money than I should have. Dammit. But I had most of the $50 GC Laura's BF gave me for my birthday left. I bought a composter thingy. Now to get it set up. I had made a really cool FREE composter out of hardware cloth and a hula-hoop, but the dog can knock it over too easily to eat the scraps and eggshells. I'll use that for grass and weeds before adding to the bin.Dorky dog. I got some plastic potted plant pans, a nifty cobalt blue glass mister (on clearance for $1.62!), and some hose parts to repair hoses. At Target, I got some groceries, another pair of black leggings, and a few items of make-up. Yeah, make-up. Gotta problem with that? ;)
I also picked up a metric-ass-ton of paint chips at Lowe's and then sat on my bed and played with kitchen design until two AM!
One of the reasons I never get anywhere is...well, it's a many-layered thing...like an ogre. It is my decorating ogre. I can't make up my mind...then I have no money...and I change my mind...things go out of style...I have no money....I get more craptastic hand-me-down furniture that needs "fixing" (refinishing, etc.) and just looks like early Salvation Army meanwhile....then I change my mind...and I can't decide on a color scheme...ad nauseum.
I've gone from warm, earthy tones in the great room to working off the grey and charcoal palette in a print I have, back to the warmer tones. I want a mind of Mexican feel to the kitchen and since the two rooms are, um...rather linked, to suddenly go to greys and blues would be weird. Also? I have this olive fabric, like 22 yards of it, for a slipcover for the sofa, and it wasn't fitting in with the greys in my mind. Well, it would, but there are tones of blue, charcoal and a deep, deep red-brown in the painting. I dunno, it might still work. Otherwise, I'm not sure what to do with that piece. Feh.
So anyway, here's the latest grouping, sort of, of colors. It seems a bit washed out on my monitor. paint link
There'll be more of this, but I started this post three days ago, so I'm posting now.
Now that the energy devil is not sucking my aura away every day, I'm finding I have enough get up and go to get a few things done. After we decommissioned the old building on Friday, I skated. R had the day off (LBJ's birthday, doncha know), so he took me to work, went home, slept in, then came and picked me up. We didn't do much..picked up Taco Bell and came home. I crashed at some point and foo...what did we do Friday evening. I don't even remember....OH! Crap, of course! Sylvan's party! Oy, such a knucklehead I am. Her first novel is coming out, officially on Tuesday! I've read the first...second?...draft, but changes were made after it went to the publisher...anyhoo, her BFF, the self-same Laura of Pushing Furniture fame, threw a surprise party. R, W, and I went. It was fun, and we totally surprised Ms. Author. :D
Then we came home and I was kind of sick at 4 AM. Nauseous...and for awhile didn't know which, erm...end....would be a problem (hoping that it wouldn't be one of those, ah...double-ended things. I HATE that). But as soon as I "went," the nausea went away and I was able to go back to sleep. Got up about 9:40 yesterday and spent a good bit of the day washing dishes and general clean-up, then went to Lowe's and Tar-Jay. Spent way more money than I should have. Dammit. But I had most of the $50 GC Laura's BF gave me for my birthday left. I bought a composter thingy. Now to get it set up. I had made a really cool FREE composter out of hardware cloth and a hula-hoop, but the dog can knock it over too easily to eat the scraps and eggshells. I'll use that for grass and weeds before adding to the bin.Dorky dog. I got some plastic potted plant pans, a nifty cobalt blue glass mister (on clearance for $1.62!), and some hose parts to repair hoses. At Target, I got some groceries, another pair of black leggings, and a few items of make-up. Yeah, make-up. Gotta problem with that? ;)
I also picked up a metric-ass-ton of paint chips at Lowe's and then sat on my bed and played with kitchen design until two AM!
One of the reasons I never get anywhere is...well, it's a many-layered thing...like an ogre. It is my decorating ogre. I can't make up my mind...then I have no money...and I change my mind...things go out of style...I have no money....I get more craptastic hand-me-down furniture that needs "fixing" (refinishing, etc.) and just looks like early Salvation Army meanwhile....then I change my mind...and I can't decide on a color scheme...ad nauseum.
I've gone from warm, earthy tones in the great room to working off the grey and charcoal palette in a print I have, back to the warmer tones. I want a mind of Mexican feel to the kitchen and since the two rooms are, um...rather linked, to suddenly go to greys and blues would be weird. Also? I have this olive fabric, like 22 yards of it, for a slipcover for the sofa, and it wasn't fitting in with the greys in my mind. Well, it would, but there are tones of blue, charcoal and a deep, deep red-brown in the painting. I dunno, it might still work. Otherwise, I'm not sure what to do with that piece. Feh.
So anyway, here's the latest grouping, sort of, of colors. It seems a bit washed out on my monitor. paint link
There'll be more of this, but I started this post three days ago, so I'm posting now.
Sunday, August 15, 2010
Week in Review...I hope to be the first of many
August...what the heck is the date? 8-14, 2010.
Now you get to be bored silly by what happened this week.
Continuing the settling in at work. My boss, goddess love him, is a big dork. He's one of the smartest men I've ever known personally, and does not miss a thing. He's all Air Force and everything he does is for the cadets or the AF. The move team should count its lucky stars they had him at the helm instead of some of the others we've had ...or someone like his counterparts in the other two departments (one in particular, but we won't go there, since this is a public forum, so to speak). We have this model F-22 Raptor on a stick...it replaced the model F-16 Viper that the construction company destroyed (another story), and it needed a place to live for the next 2 1/2 years while they build our new digs and we are tenants courtesy of UT Athletics (guess I shouldn't voice my opinion about tearing down the stadium and building a 40,000-car parking garage for awhile, eh? *mad giggle*). So Bossman had this plan...and it came out awesome. Pictures are worth a kabillion of my stumbling words.
They started with a photograph, taken by a friend of the architect who was in charge of the whole move. That was turned into a graphic, printed on 42"-wide strips of adhesive vinyl and then stuck to the wall. Then they made a board of a number of our photos on half-inch PVC. Then...they drilled thru the CMU wall and bolted the armature that supports the Raptor onto the wall.
It's the first thing you see when you get off the elevator, and unless you're braindead or stoned, you can't miss it. Very impressive. We moved the sign easel and there's a blue and white plaque to the lower left of the plane now. I walk out and find the colonel just staring at it at times...well, I gotta admit, so do I. Much more impressive than these pictures show, for sure.
My junior kiddo went to band camp this week. He had to be there at 8, so we dropped him off early and went to work...we were late all but the first day, because W was drrraaaggggiiinnngg his ass. *sighs* I'd get him to bed and then he'd get up and play on his computer..usually watching some sci-fi type series on Netflix. So we took the net key away...then he'd get up and read. Band camp is over now, and he's talked to the counselor, so they know to try to help him this year. He's got a purple polo band shirt (lol). I don't know which is worse penance for flunking...not getting his transfer back into his school and having to go the one in our district so he loses all his friends...or having to wear PURPLE!! Since he can still see the friends after school (most of them are supposed to be at his school anyway) and on weekends...I'm beginning to think it's the purple shirt...and the fact that it's a polo. Those are like, way uncool, donchaknow?
My fabulous son-in-law picked W up at noon all week and taxied him home. Did I tell you I adore my SIL?
Almost lost it at work. Long story there, but suffice to say I spent 10 minutes in the bathroom, crying and talking to myself like Gollum. I really, really need a vacation. Not a day off. A bonafide vacation like with no family, no co-workers, no critters. Maybe a padded room and Mozart....
Dryer ate my favorite knickers and the corner of one of my nities. Blasted thing. I guess the belts that hold the drum in place are tired, so the drum sags and there's a space large enough to get my fingers into. Things get caught there, and dragged up to the top, where they catch and the drum keeps turning...The least damage they get is a brown, rust-ish stain. The worst is holes chewed thru them. No money to have it looked at now. I've been trying to hang things out--in this heat, it takes no time at all for them to dry--but have to watch the puppy because she loves nothing better than to jump and tear things off the line. Also...the dryer takes all the cat and dog fur off things, so if they've spent any time at all on the floor, I have to run them thru the dryer for just a bit
Goddamned fluff-muffin cat pees on everything. .Ben has decided to show his angst or ...something...by peeing on things. So he's in the cat-condo (crap, I need to finish that post). He was a barn cat rescue and never quite learned what my other cats know: You don't pee in the house. He's nailed my bed a couple of times before, but this week he got a pile of clothes and clean sheets on my bed and the bed...thank goddess for waterproof mattress pads, eh wot? and a pile of things in R's closet, including his good, everyday shoes. *grumble, curse, sigh*
Madame Bizarro gets critical acclaim. Well, I must admit, it's from a friend, but I couldn't resist posting it in the header. *giggle* A used to be my boss, once upon a time. There was a time when I was more than a little aggravated with her (and she knows that), but she's really a great person and it's very heart-warming that she stays in touch, since she's moved about three times since she left here. <3 U, A.
Got rid of the stupid C-CRAP machine. My now ex-doctor is a sleep-specialist (don't EVER tell one of those you snore), and he sent me for a sleep study. GAH!! I'm not sure how one is supposed to actually sleep with all that crap stuck to them. It's no flaming wonder I woke up every 5 minutes or whatever. So supposedly I have sleep apnea. Bullshit. I snore because I'm 100 pounds overweight and don't get enough exercise.
To be fair, I did try the machine. When I could finally get it adjusted and my claustrophobia didn't kick it, it was kind of a nice night's sleep. But whereas it takes me like 10 minutes fall asleep without it, it would take 45 minutes of screwing around with the mask, etc. and then every time I move my head, it would blow cold air into my eyes. Feh. Took it back. Now at least it's not sitting on the bedside table, guilt-nuking me. I can produce enough guilt for an small army all by myself, I don't need help.
Must shower and go to store. Yuck, I hate shopping...well, except at World Market, Container Store, and IKEA. :)
Now you get to be bored silly by what happened this week.
Continuing the settling in at work. My boss, goddess love him, is a big dork. He's one of the smartest men I've ever known personally, and does not miss a thing. He's all Air Force and everything he does is for the cadets or the AF. The move team should count its lucky stars they had him at the helm instead of some of the others we've had ...or someone like his counterparts in the other two departments (one in particular, but we won't go there, since this is a public forum, so to speak). We have this model F-22 Raptor on a stick...it replaced the model F-16 Viper that the construction company destroyed (another story), and it needed a place to live for the next 2 1/2 years while they build our new digs and we are tenants courtesy of UT Athletics (guess I shouldn't voice my opinion about tearing down the stadium and building a 40,000-car parking garage for awhile, eh? *mad giggle*). So Bossman had this plan...and it came out awesome. Pictures are worth a kabillion of my stumbling words.
They started with a photograph, taken by a friend of the architect who was in charge of the whole move. That was turned into a graphic, printed on 42"-wide strips of adhesive vinyl and then stuck to the wall. Then they made a board of a number of our photos on half-inch PVC. Then...they drilled thru the CMU wall and bolted the armature that supports the Raptor onto the wall.
It's the first thing you see when you get off the elevator, and unless you're braindead or stoned, you can't miss it. Very impressive. We moved the sign easel and there's a blue and white plaque to the lower left of the plane now. I walk out and find the colonel just staring at it at times...well, I gotta admit, so do I. Much more impressive than these pictures show, for sure.
My junior kiddo went to band camp this week. He had to be there at 8, so we dropped him off early and went to work...we were late all but the first day, because W was drrraaaggggiiinnngg his ass. *sighs* I'd get him to bed and then he'd get up and play on his computer..usually watching some sci-fi type series on Netflix. So we took the net key away...then he'd get up and read. Band camp is over now, and he's talked to the counselor, so they know to try to help him this year. He's got a purple polo band shirt (lol). I don't know which is worse penance for flunking...not getting his transfer back into his school and having to go the one in our district so he loses all his friends...or having to wear PURPLE!! Since he can still see the friends after school (most of them are supposed to be at his school anyway) and on weekends...I'm beginning to think it's the purple shirt...and the fact that it's a polo. Those are like, way uncool, donchaknow?
My fabulous son-in-law picked W up at noon all week and taxied him home. Did I tell you I adore my SIL?
Almost lost it at work. Long story there, but suffice to say I spent 10 minutes in the bathroom, crying and talking to myself like Gollum. I really, really need a vacation. Not a day off. A bonafide vacation like with no family, no co-workers, no critters. Maybe a padded room and Mozart....
Dryer ate my favorite knickers and the corner of one of my nities. Blasted thing. I guess the belts that hold the drum in place are tired, so the drum sags and there's a space large enough to get my fingers into. Things get caught there, and dragged up to the top, where they catch and the drum keeps turning...The least damage they get is a brown, rust-ish stain. The worst is holes chewed thru them. No money to have it looked at now. I've been trying to hang things out--in this heat, it takes no time at all for them to dry--but have to watch the puppy because she loves nothing better than to jump and tear things off the line. Also...the dryer takes all the cat and dog fur off things, so if they've spent any time at all on the floor, I have to run them thru the dryer for just a bit
Goddamned fluff-muffin cat pees on everything. .Ben has decided to show his angst or ...something...by peeing on things. So he's in the cat-condo (crap, I need to finish that post). He was a barn cat rescue and never quite learned what my other cats know: You don't pee in the house. He's nailed my bed a couple of times before, but this week he got a pile of clothes and clean sheets on my bed and the bed...thank goddess for waterproof mattress pads, eh wot? and a pile of things in R's closet, including his good, everyday shoes. *grumble, curse, sigh*
Madame Bizarro gets critical acclaim. Well, I must admit, it's from a friend, but I couldn't resist posting it in the header. *giggle* A used to be my boss, once upon a time. There was a time when I was more than a little aggravated with her (and she knows that), but she's really a great person and it's very heart-warming that she stays in touch, since she's moved about three times since she left here. <3 U, A.
Got rid of the stupid C-CRAP machine. My now ex-doctor is a sleep-specialist (don't EVER tell one of those you snore), and he sent me for a sleep study. GAH!! I'm not sure how one is supposed to actually sleep with all that crap stuck to them. It's no flaming wonder I woke up every 5 minutes or whatever. So supposedly I have sleep apnea. Bullshit. I snore because I'm 100 pounds overweight and don't get enough exercise.
To be fair, I did try the machine. When I could finally get it adjusted and my claustrophobia didn't kick it, it was kind of a nice night's sleep. But whereas it takes me like 10 minutes fall asleep without it, it would take 45 minutes of screwing around with the mask, etc. and then every time I move my head, it would blow cold air into my eyes. Feh. Took it back. Now at least it's not sitting on the bedside table, guilt-nuking me. I can produce enough guilt for an small army all by myself, I don't need help.
Must shower and go to store. Yuck, I hate shopping...well, except at World Market, Container Store, and IKEA. :)
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