.....and other random stuff......

Friday, August 18, 2017

If One is Good…..

Sixteen are better!
Have I said before I might have a problem????
I’m in love with a new pen I got in last month’s Art Snacks box, a Staedtler 0.1 fine liner.
I love it so much I went to the store to look for another. I couldn’t find one so of course I bought sixteen others to appease my disappointment.

Hello, my name is Robin and I’m a Penophile…….(it is SO a word, I looked it up!)

Remember that nice neat pen carrier I bought? There aren't enough loops for all of them so I removed the 'pages' and dumped the extras into the bag. I can still carry them around with me, they're just not organized. 
But neither am I so it all works out....

Thursday, August 17, 2017

Thoughts on a Thursday

The trouble with cleaning……besides being backbreaking, boring and tedious, is that once I get the house tidied up, everything put away in its rightful place and cleaned to within an inch of it’s life…..I don’t want anyone to BREATHE!

I just want to sit around and enjoy the sparkling fruits of my labor!

And yet, after I’ve rested for a bit I WANT to MAKE something! But I don’t want to take out any of my supplies and mess the house up!

Sometimes it’s hard to be me, lol.


Tuesday, August 15, 2017

Courage, Camille…..

Husband is a pretty brave guy….generally. In the forty some years we’ve been together nothing much strikes fear in him.

Except raccoons.

I learned this fact quite some time ago. And after I stopped laughing (…..I’m sensitive that way….) he told me why.

To earn his Eagle Boy Scout badge he and his troop had to dismantle and pack up the scout camp for the winter. It was a multiple day endeavor and they had to ‘rough it’ camping outside. No big deal for boy scouts. When the day’s work was done they snuggled into their sleeping bags and went to sleep.

Sometime during the night a curious raccoon wandered into the campsite. For some reason the raccoon thought perhaps Husband was hiding something good to eat in his sleeping bag and climbed on top of Husband’s chest to check it out, at which point Husband woke up (he has always been a VERY sound sleeper) coming face to face with the raccoon!

He did what any self respecting boy scout would do having just woken up out of a sound sleep coming face to face with a wild beast….he screamed like a girl and scrambled out of his sleeping bag.
(At this point of the story I usually have tears streaming down my cheeks I’m laughing so hard….)

Evidently this wasn’t the reaction the raccoon was expecting and it ran off into the woods…..but Husbands screams woke the other campers. I’m sure there was much laughter and teasing which is probably the core of Husbands dislike and fear of raccoons. Not so much the cute little masked creatures themselves but the humiliation of the aftermath of the experience.

Fast forward to the first night in our newly purchased house.
We’re sitting on the couch having just gotten home from working the night shift. It’s one AM and we’re having dinner…bowls of cereal because we haven’t unpacked anything yet. We’re facing the window, which has no curtain.

Suddenly we hear a scritchy scratchy noise coming from the attic. We pause and listen…..like in a bad 80’s horror movie we look up and follow the noise as it moves across the roof……
At this point my imagination is running wild! The house has been vacant for many months and in my mind I’m thinking someone has been squatting in the house and now they are looking to get away…..

We both just sit there, like a paused video, our spoons halfway to our mouths and suddenly we see IT…..a black rump slowly shimmying down the tree inches outside the window…… I elbow Husband to do something but he just sits there, paralyzed with fear.
It really does look like a human rump…but as it continues down the trunk of the tree it becomes apparent it’s just a raccoon….and an old tired, slow moving one at that!

I relax and start to laugh but Husband is still totally incapacitated! It’s the only time I have ever seen him afraid of anything.


And that’s the first time I heard the story of the ‘Nocturnal Succubus’ of his youth. 

Monday, August 14, 2017

Punny Monday

To be sure of hitting the target, shoot first and call whatever you hit the target.
(footnote:I'm running out of good puns so I've decided to switch to PARAPROSDOKIANS.
PARAPROSDOKIANS (Winston Churchill loved them) are figures of speech in which the latter part of a sentence or phrase is surprising or unexpected; frequently humorous.)

Friday, August 11, 2017

You Must Have Been a Beautiful Baby.....

On this day in history my beautiful mom was born. I miss her everyday but more on this day. 

Thursday, August 10, 2017

Thoughts on a Thursday

Learnin’ to Love lentils...... 

The doctor recently told me I can eat as many lentils as I want.
Bowlfuls!
It won’t bother my blood sugar at all!

 …..yay…… 

Why can’t it ever be ‘You can eat as much chocolate as you want’……?