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Saturday, December 31, 2011
Friday, December 30, 2011
I went to the restaurant supply place the other day.
I was looking for swizzle sticks.
I looked around for a while and couldn’t find any so I went to the counter and asked, “Do you have any swizzle sticks?”
The guy just stared blankly at me.
Then, an older gentleman standing behind him shook his head and said, “He doesn’t know what swizzle sticks are. And no, I’m sorry we don’t carry them.”
First of all…..
A restaurant supply house doesn’t carry swizzle sticks?
I guess I should have gone to a bar supply house!
But more than that….
He doesn’t know what a swizzle stick is?
You’re kidding, right?
Did you grow up in a bubble?
How can you not know what a swizzle stick is? Especially in your business!
But just as general knowledge, how can you not know?
Husband said he was too young.
Okay, but I know a lot of things that happened and were popular before ‘my time’ and that doesn’t stop me from knowing about them!
The boys know what swizzle sticks are. And they are half the age of the guy in the store!
I know I’m ranting, forgive me, but sometimes the stupidity meter just goes off the chart!
Swizzle sticks have 2 puposes. Foremost, they are used to stir the drink. Secondly they are used to pick up pieces of fruit or olives from the drinks without using your fingers.
They literally come in all sizes or shapes and often carry a logo or advertisement at the top. They are usually made from plastic, but the more fancy places can use steel, glass or even wooden swizzle sticks.
(I now feel I have done my duty to educate the world about swizzle sticks!)
Thursday, December 29, 2011
As opposed to ‘tened’? LOL
I am fascinated by the nonsensical words you have to type in order to leave a comment on some blogs. ('Nined' was one of them.)
I have no idea why I'm so intrigued.
But they set my imagination into overdrive.
I have always been fascinated by words.
Their little nuances, subtle changes in meanings when one word is used instead of another.
The ‘singsong’ alliteration of certain words (totally aside of their definition.)
Then there are the regional differences, not to mention the cultural differences of certain words.
The choices people make with their words says so much about them.
|Nined and Tened|
You have now been 'Nined' and 'Tened'!
(I have NO idea what it means, but it sounds like a verb doesn't it? LOL)
(I have NO idea what it means, but it sounds like a verb doesn't it? LOL)
Wednesday, December 28, 2011
Having the boys’ home for Christmas was wonderful! On so many levels.
Before I had kids I often worried that when I did have them, I wouldn’t like them. That’s not to say I wouldn’t love them. I knew I would love them, but would I like them?
There is a world of difference.
I am very pleased to announce that I like my kids!
I REALLY LIKE my kids!
They are intelligent, knowledgeable, funny, witty, great conversationalists, entertaining, and just generally fun to be around. (If they weren't my kids they would be people I would like as friends.)
We hadn’t seen them for a while so it was quite a treat.
We ‘talk’ aka text, im, and call each other all the time but it’s not the same as being together.
What was also very heartening was to watch them interact with one another.
They really LIKE each other!
There was much laughter and teasing, and you could tell they had each other’s back!
Not that I want to brag here or anything! LOL
But I have to say I’m very proud of the people they have grown up to be.
(Okay, all together now, “Awwwwwww” LOL)
Tuesday, December 27, 2011
Husband is a model train enthusiast.
At least he was when he was a kid.
And when the boys were little we used to put them around the tree every year.
I think the two of us had more fun putting the elaborate layouts together than the kids did! LOL
Last year Grandma gave Husband his Dad’s trains from the ‘30’s.
So the two of us had a little ‘together’ time playing with them this year.
After all these years they still light up and run!
Monday, December 26, 2011
The day after Christmas and all is quite in the house.
I enjoy just sitting and looking at the tree all aglow in its feathery glory.
I made these ornaments a few years ago.
I had a lot of leftover feather boas from a previous project so I decided to add some glitz to the more ‘plain’ ball ornaments.
I love how they move with the slightest breeze.
A puff of air, a little shimmer and sparkle and all is well with the world!
Sunday, December 25, 2011
Saturday, December 24, 2011
One year, when my brother and I were little (and still believed) my father hired the Santa from Macy’s to come to our house.
My mother organized a party and invited all the neighborhood kids. She gave the Santa our names and a little information about each of us.
When it was my turn to sit on Santa’s lap he asked me if I had been a good girl. I answered yes. He looked at me skeptically and said, “So, you’ve stopped sucking your thumb then?”
I quickly put my hands behind my back so he wouldn’t see the callus on my thumb and then, looking him straight in the eye, I told Santa a boldfaced lie!
I guess my parents thought the threat of Santa knowing I sucked my thumb would be enough to deter me.
All it did was make me worry until Christmas morning (when I saw my presents LOL.)
Friday, December 23, 2011
During this Yuletide season, certain situations arise that point out just how tenuous marriage really is.
I refer to the ongoing debate of the correct application of icicles on a Christmas tree.
In my humble opinion, this debate far outweighs the usual marital disagreements, i.e. seat up or down, leaving the toothpaste cap off, which way the toilet paper should come off the roll, all fade by comparison to THE GREAT ICICLE DEBATE.
I feel very strongly about this.
Growing up I was taught that the icicles should be painstakingly placed on the tree in a meticulous single strand application. My mother was very firm about this. (And I am my mother’s daughter, after all! LOL)
So when Husband and I set up housekeeping together I expected him to do things my way. (What can I say, I was young.)
When the first holiday season rolled around and we bought our first tree together all went well.
Until the icicles.
Now, Husband is usually pretty neat in his endeavors, so I was quite taken aback when he grabbed a large handful of icicles and proceeded to lob them at the tree!
Actually, I was horrified.
After much 'discussion' (and to avoid divorce court,) we no longer use icicles on our tree.
Thursday, December 22, 2011
Wednesday, December 21, 2011
The boys were beginning to question if there really was a Santa Claus.
We tried to reassure them, but nothing we said would convince them.
Their friends told them there was no Santa Claus.
So Husband decided to prove the existence of the fat man.
He took his boots, dipped them in the ashes from the fireplace and made footprints leading to the tree and back again.
That was the year that they got Polaroid cameras.
They were so excited! They had PROOF that Santa existed!
They must have used two full packs of film taking pictures of the sooty footprints to show all their friends.
Tuesday, December 20, 2011
Isn’t it funny how our standards shift over time?
I used to be such a stickler for being on time or getting things done ahead of time.
Over the years I’ve let my standards slip.
Just a bit.
When I was still a working person I was the first one to arrive in the morning.
Then I considered myself on time if I was walking into the building at my appointed time.
Then, if I was pulling into the parking lot, I was on time.
Then it went to—if I was getting into town at my appointed time, I was on time! LOL
Now I find that lax thinking is invading other parts of my life.
The Christmas tree has been up for days, with the boxes of ornaments sitting around it.
Am I in any rush?
If it gets decorated by Christmas Eve before the boys get here I’m still on time!
I’m off to mail my Christmas cards now. Hey, if they get there before New Year’s Day---I’m on time!
Monday, December 19, 2011
My friend Ann at Ann's art @ Studio Hyde has just presented me with the Versatile Blogger Award!
I’m delighted and honored!
Now the hard part, LOL!
According to the rules I have to:
1. Nominate 15 fellow bloggers (I could only come up with 13)
2. Inform the bloggers of their nomination
3. Share 7 random things about myself
4. Thank the blogger who nominated me
5. Add the Versatile Blogger Award Pic to my blog post
So here goes:
Seven random things about me:
1. I am a compulsive list maker
2. I’m a sucker for old B&W movies from the 30’s and 40’s
3. I am left handed and have the brain to prove it!
4. I’d rather be at the shore than on a mountain
5. If I had all the money in the world I’d buy books, books, and more books
6. I don’t like crowds
7. I am a one year survivor of ovarian cancer
and now my nominations are - (in no particular order)
1. Pia Drent at liquidbrick
2. Marilyn at my magpie collection
3. CJ Kennedy at Pony Express Home Station
4. Carol at Tall Tales From Kansas
5. Timaree at Freebird Drawing
6. Kim Henkel Letting in the Light
7. Elizabeth Stanton at Penspaper Studio
8. Pat Elliot at Pat Elliot Paintings
9. Yvonne at Muddle on Through
10. Joanna at Gathering Wild
11. annie! at bohemiannie!art
12. Marianne Walker at I Like Markers
13. Dion at Dion Dior & More
Thank you to everyone who participates, who stops by to read my silly ramblings and who give their never ending virtual support! I am touched and grateful to you all!
Sunday, December 18, 2011
Friday, December 16, 2011
Thursday, December 15, 2011
Wednesday, December 14, 2011
Tuesday, December 13, 2011
I’ve been running around like a chicken with its head cut off trying to finish up for the sale on Friday.
Most of the items are finished, so I began thinking about how to best present/display them.
At one point in time we had a black metal plate rack (you know, the single kind for displaying an ornamental plate.)
I KNOW we had it. I even called Husband at work to verify I’m not just hallucinating.
Yep, we had it.
But where the hell is it?
I have been scouring the house. Every nook and cranny. Every hiding place, every drawer, every little place I might be tempted to stuff something out of sight until I can find a better place for it!
I can’t find it anywhere!
And the thing is………
I know it’s right in front of my eyes…..somewhere………..
And I’ll be smacking my head (a lá ‘I could have had a V-8’) when I finally see it.
Do you have these moments too?
Please tell me you have these moments (please!)
Monday, December 12, 2011
Except flowers make me sneeze.
Through the years I’ve often felt kind of sorry for husband. He can’t rely on the usual little gifts and assorted sundries most men give their wives.
I don’t like or wear jewelry. I’m apparently allergic to most flowers. I’m not exactly what you’d call a clothes horse.
But he has shown a great deal of imagination when it comes to surprising me with little ‘trinkets’.
He said. "You can use it as a container for something or the top would make a cute hat on one of your 'little guys'."
He heard me say I was looking for something to make a 'travel kit' for my watercolors. When he saw this he thought it would be different than everyone else’s.
It’s not what most people would call a gift, per se. But it shows that he is thinking about me, he appreciates what I do, what I like, and who I am.
And isn’t that what gift giving is all about?
Saturday, December 10, 2011
“When my daughter was about seven years old, she asked me one day what I did at work. I told her I worked at the college—that my job was to teach people how to draw. She stared at me, incredulous, and said ‘You mean they forget?”
--- Howard Ikemoto
This is one of the BEST quotes I have ever read!
Why is it we ‘forget’ how to draw? Or is it we just bury it?
Remember how you felt when you were a kid and just drew for the fun of it? Before people criticized what you drew? Before you learned to criticize yourself?
Do you still get that unadulterated joy and feeling of freedom when you create?
Friday, December 9, 2011
I believed this for the longest time growing up.
He used to say “I’ll make it snow tonight so you won’t have to go to school tomorrow.”
The next morning he would wake me to a world bathed in glistening white snow and say. “See, I kept my promise. No school today!”
He also had power over the brook that ran through our backyard.
It was called Troublesome Brook (a fact I was forbidden to mention when we were trying to sell the house, LOL) because when we had heavy rains it would rise and flood the neighborhood.
It would fill our backyard like a lake, threatening to flood the lower level of the house.
One time he took a piece of chalk, drew a line in front of the garage, pointed to it and said to the rising water, “You will NOT cross that line!”
And it didn’t!
I was in awe!
Thursday, December 8, 2011
Wednesday, December 7, 2011
Have I mentioned I have an older brother?
Growing up I idolized him. All I wanted was to please him. (A fact he took full advantage of!)
As we grew (and I wised up) his approval became less important to me.
Or so I thought.
He called the other day and as we were chatting he mentioned that he read my blog. (I was pleased and just a little surprised.)
He went on to say that he enjoyed it. He liked my style and thought the family stories were quite amusing. He said he was PROUD of me!
My big brother is proud of me!
I feel like Sally Field at the Academy Awards “He likes me, he really likes me!” (Paraphrasing, of course.)
Every 63 years my brother compliments me!
(Disclaimer: That is HIS age, not mine! Just to clarify! LOL)