Sometimes I think I should twitter June 26, 2009

I have such random inspirations sometimes that I think I would be better at it.

So todays post will be random

My nose runs like crazy in the summer time. Why? not allergies. Rather because my husband keeps our house like an ice box. Seriously cold. And I understand- truly I do- that when he comes in hot and sweaty from working in the 90 plus temps (with a heat index of 105 or more) that nothing feels better than a refrigerator washed down with a nice powerade. I just haven’t figured out how to make myself a little oven to hide from all the cold yet. Its a family thing too- his next older brother is the same way and when I used to hang out with him and my ex I’d bring a sweater or light winter jacket. I feel bad for my poor SIL who lives with him cuz she gets even colder than I do.

I already mentioned this on my facebook so if you’re reading this there deal with it… I mean I’m sorry. Theres a road not far from here that I pass from time to time when taking the scenic route to town. It has a sign for a cemetery and funeral home. The name of the road? Slaughter. So I’m wondering if anyone else finds that slightly wrong. I mean I really want to have my (nonexistent) will say when my time comes just take me to Slaughter Road.

I’m sitting on my couch typing this on my laptop and for some reason my hair is in pigtails. Hows that for random? I went to put my hair up and for some reason my hands formed pigtails instead of one big ponytail. Who knows how my mind works sometimes.

Last night I decided I wanted to make a dress. So I dug for awhile in my fabric stash until I came to some orange and white gingham fabric. I know some of you are cringeing but you’ll see- it will be alright. I laid it out with the pattern and spent an hour last night on my living room floor cutting it out. I have a bit more to do today, and then I’ll start sewing. I’m picturing wearing this dress (a swingy wrap dress from a McCalls pattern) with a turquoise or red headband and large swingy earrings for our 4th of July get together next week.(I’m making the red one)

The heat has been horrendous here. Fortunately there hasn’t been much going on so Jarell has been able to just chill at home. We spent yesterday lounging on the couches. He watched old sci fi movies on tv while I spent time playing on the internet.

I want to go outside and play in my garden but the heat is getting to me. I dug up a good sized batch of new potatoes the day before yesterday and today my goal is to get the rest of the patch harvested because bugs have killed off my plants. I don’t mind too much tho because I can then have that spot for more veggies. Jarell will probably have a heart attack tho…. shhh don’t tell him yet

My wii fit age yesterday was 21. I was like “sweet!” today- 28. I can’t keep up with this stuff.

I’m reading up on dreams and having a lot of fun with that. What better way to waste time in the summer, right? and aparently all my dreams that my fish are dead or skeletonized and dying? It means that my creative side is not being taken care of. So thats why I’m making a dress.

Enough randomness for now folks

Just a girl October 16, 2008

I woke up this morning to a very chilly bedroom. Apparently it went and got all cold on me last night when I wasn’t paying attention and I hadn’t turned the furnace on yet. I checked the thermostat and Yikes it was 65 degrees in here. That wouldn’t have been so bad if it weren’t for my fish tank that was down about 6 degrees which is a huge change for those little guys. So I turned on the furnace and got all sidetracked by going through the blogs I read and trying to get my email to function properly.

Well about an hour had passed and I was thinking, “Hmm self, its still stinkin cold in here…. whats the deal?” I checked the thermostat and low and behold it still says 65. So I call up Jarell and wander back to look at the furnace and he is giving me all these instructions about what to look for and we have a self diagnosing furnace so the problem was easy to deduce. The centrifugal switch is malfunctioning according to the blinking of the diagnostic lights.

This has happened before- Jarell removed it and had to dump out a bunch of gunk like dead bugs and such that had gotten all gummed up in the works, but the idea of doing that myself was a bit ok completely daunting to my female mind. My words were, “I can’t do that myself we’ll have to get someone to fix it.” and Jarell said he’d call our furnace repair man but he had to get back to work so we ended our conversation. As I wandered back to my nice warm bedroom I considered calling my dad to see if he could drop by after work to take a look at it so we wouldn’t have to spend 65 bucks on an easy fix and then I stopped literally where I stood feeling a bit ashamed of myself. I acquired some mechanical inclinations out of self defense when I was growing up the only girl of a mechanic with 4 brothers and, altho I rarely exercised it when my dad was around because I was always worried that I would make a mistake, when I was by myself, I was quite willing to jump in and do the things I knew how to do. I can check my own oil and transmission fluid, I installed a new thermostat in my first house, I can unclog a vacuum cleaner, and I often worked on my bike when I was a kid. Nothing much to brag about, but I am not completely helpless. So maybe you can imagine my dismay and chagrin when I realized that I was worried because there wasn’t a man around to fix things for me. Shame shame on me I thought. And then I sent Jarell a text asking for directions for cleaning the motor whenever he was free for a bit.

I’m still awaiting my instructions, but I’m not willing to sit idly by if I am capable of taking a few screws out. I refuse to be another weak willed woman who can’t take care of herself. If I can shoot a gun to protect myself from intruders then I damn sure should be able to take off a few screws and pull some hair and *shudder* a few dead bugs out of a centrifugal switch. If its any more complicated than that I may be in trouble, but I’m not going to let this machine beat me if I can help it.

Open letter to my body October 1, 2008

Dear body- I have some words to you. Lately you’ve been sending mixed signals so I’m going to have to address these issues.

Brain- Lights out means bed time Not spin on your thumb time while running repeats of the most recent activities i.e. things I was researching on the internet. Because honestly? I don’t want to dream about having a contest to see who can build the best haunted statue- its just frustrating.

Lungs and head- Its just a cold- get over it. And quit throwing a temper tantrum and hocking all that nasty green stuff at me cuz I’ll put you in time out if you don’t behave.

Breasts- I want to thank you for remaining patient with our lack of proper facilities. I understand that you are forced to put up with supporters that are either spineless and frankly degrading or back stabbers who only pretend to uplift you. Through all of this you have remained firm and upright in your morals and I know you have a heavy burden to bear so I thank you.

Skin- Again with the allergic reactions? Seriously??? Cuz you never had a problem with gold before so whats this new anger issue whenever I try to wear my wedding ring? You guys got along for well over a year so I don’t understand why you’re all of a sudden so bitchy to each other. The rings did nothing wrong and in fact they rather enhance your paleish complexion. Suck it up and get along!

Vagina- I have a hard time calling on you today, but I feel I must also thank you for finally getting with the program. You waited plenty long enough and you still have your episodes, but it appears you’ve finally gotten off of whatever high horse you thought you were on and admitted that he’s pretty good at what he does and I for one am thoroughly greatful.

Esophagus- quit holding on to that food just let it go. Carrying a torch for someone who doesn’t love you will only cause everyone involved pain. Chips- let em pass. Water- its good for you so quit pretending that you’re walking on hot coals every time it comes along. Most of all turn out your pockets and release the prisoners because I don’t think I can take much more of your sneaky ways.

Melissa

What a wet but lovely weekend September 14, 2008

Well I’ve been staying clear of the computer the last few days because I had a couple of good books to read and very little to say that hasn’t already been said. Its been raining for 2 weeks off and on and the land is beyond saturated. Poor Jarell has been sick the last couple of days and therefore home and in the interest of having a nurse if I got sick, I took good care of him. I finally attempted the Twilight books and plowed through the first two at an alarming rate. Not my style per se, but really pretty good for kid lit. I laughed and cried and look forward to wasting money on the next two before too long.

Today we went to the local Renaissance Festival and it was so much fun! I love to go every couple of years because there is rarely much new but if you only go once in a while its fun to rediscover your favorite places. Today was a good day to go too because all the rain kept most people home. We had no crowds to deal with and only a little mud as the price. I have some lovely pictures of eyecandy for you single ladies, cool costumes, and my husband as a wizard. He also falls into the eyecandy section, but you really just can’t see much.

Sorry if the pictures are sideways- the computer doesn’t like me today. If they’re right, yay!!! We walked away from the fair with moonflower pods, cinnamon spice tea, a wax dipped rose, and a totally awesome hair flower thingy that is this metal ball that folds up and apart and turns into different hair holder thingamabobs. So a very nice day for our 18 month anniversary. Its strange for me to think we’ve only been married that long when coming up on my birthday we’ll have been together for 4 years. Huh! Not so bad after all and we’re still crazy about each other.

Well I’m off to read another book- I’m in that sort of mood and when I get in those moods, I devour books at an alarming pace. I remember reading 6 Nancy Drew books in a 10 hour driving day when I was 9 and then learning to crochet because I had run out of stuff to do. I am a multi talented child, no?

Hope everyone is safe out there and that the weather hasn’t taken to great a toll. My prayers go out ot all of you living in the southern section of the country because I know its a horrible mess down there right now.

Au revoir.

Melissa