This weeks Project

'Just tell me how and let me do it, I'll learn faster that way." This is what I used to tell my new bosses. [I haven't had one of those in awhile!] Anyway, I've watched Dennis patch several holes in the house. The first one being in the back bedroom. [remember THAT one Brandon?] So I've seen sheetrock patch done several times. Dennis had started a patch in the 'powder room' ceiling before he left town. I've decided to finish it. The other night when I sanded it and applied more mud the kids thought I was painting [because I made such a MESS!]Obviously, I don't have the process mastered yet. Anyway, I think I can do it but I'm a bit nervous. Dennis is sooooo picky about the work he does here. I've decided not to take it beyond the point where he can strip it down and re-do it if he doesn't like it. I find that it is sorta fun to work with it. As much as I appreciate Dennis's help I think he makes me nervous about trying stuff on my own. I'll have to talk to him about that as I'd really like to learn how to do some of this myself. Wish me luck!

I HAVE to share!!!

Do any of you remember Tupperware parties?? Well, I went to a party like that [only soooooo much better] that Bridget and Sheena had recently. I don't remember the company's name but----I am happy. The 'home' items you can buy are a little pricey but worth it. I picked out two pictures for the dressing room [when it is finished] they were $24.50 each [plus shipping] but they are BEAUTIFUL! So much better quality than I've seen anywhere in town. I think that if I wanted to, I could still have them hanging in 30 years. I can't tell you the other item I bought as it's a Christmas gift for Brandon and Rachel. It is also a very high quality. I guess sometimes that old saying is true: 'You get what you pay for.' Anyway, if any of you are invited to a 'home accents' party, GO! [provided you've found out from Bridget that it's the same company]

Missing the 'out of town' company. It's been awhile since I've 'put myself out' to have a good time. Weds, evening with them ,Briddy, and the Bradster was wonderful. Last night we all really enjoyed the Brick Oven. There again, Pricey but good!

Him: #%**@# Me: Oh my!!!!!

Ok, to make this funny, you have to know that Dennis DOESN'T swear. Ok, maybe I should re-phrase that, Dennis doesn't swear around ME! [some gentleman thing] So, I'm on the computer this morning, [checking my bank balances] Dennis is in the bathroom sheetrocking a hole in the ceiling. Suddenly he turns the air 'blue.' Oh my, what could be the problem. I WAS SO SHOCKED by what I was hearing that I started looking for a place to hide. I figured something really, really bad must have happened. When I finally peeked around the bathroom door frame it was to see a very shame-faced man who had forgotten I was anywhere around. I'll NEVER let him live this one down!!!!!! The problem??? The ceiling had gotten wet and he was having trouble with the patch! Boy, does that man NEED a vacation. Or in the words of Eric [70's show] 'No one has EVER needed to get away like I need to get the hell out of here!!!!'[ or something like that:]

Mercy!!!!!

If any of you 'locals' aren't feeling quite 'warm' enough, get yourselves a thermometer. I promise, that when you see the needle 'buried' at the 110 mark you'll feel plenty warm. That just happened to me. I glance out of the kitchen doorway, see the thermometer hanging in the garage, see the needle 'buried' and suddenly it is to hot to breathe!! A tub filled with ice water sounds a 'tad' too warm right now. Why is it, that 'seeing' the evidence makes it so much worse? I came in from work, I 'felt' that the house wasn't cool but---when I saw the 'proof' hanging in the garage, I felt SOOOOOO much worse? I should toss that stupid thermometer as far as a weak and heat exhasted person, possibly could. I never even look at the darn thing unless it's June, July, or August. Talk about self-torture

'10 degrees off cool---'

When Dennis asked, I told him that last night's gathering was,'10 degrees off cool', referring to the heat. So this morning he shows up with a beat-up, rusty, BOX fan.[kid you not!] He says it's to keep my bedroom cool. 'ya--gee-- thanks---that's nice of you.!" All the while I'm thinking, 'what WOULD'VE been nice is a 3-ton AIRCONDITIONER--I HAVE a FAN! Well, this is one of those times that you're glad you kept your thoughts to yourself. I wiped down the fan and sat it on my dresser. Oh my gosh, what a difference. I just got up from a morning nap that actually 'chilled' me. How lovely. So what they say is true, 'never look a gift horse in the mouth.' [whatever that means!]

Watermelons:p

Hot summer days and watermelon go together like: Donald Trump and bad haircuts. If a person lives in a place called 'Dixie' they can pick a 'good' watermelon from a 'bad' watermelon standing on their heads. Right? WRONG! I've lived in 'dixie' my entire life and in that time have 'only' picked ONE 'good' watermelon. Since I'm not a big fan of 'take the blame' I've decided that it isn't me, it's THEM! By them I mean the watermelons. I can hear it now, 'uh oh, here she comes, ok, all you tasteless, or NEARLY tasteless, guys, front and center, p.d.q.' 'Now, remember, look INNOCENT!' 'Wow, look she took Wally, talk about a guy with no taste, I wish I could be there when she takes her first bite! Ha, ha, got her again!!!!' Yep, this is what happens, I'm sure of it. So when it comes to summer fun, I'll come if invited I just won't bring the WATERMELON!

Blankty, blank, blank----adjustable Shower heads.

Yes, I KNOW I'm tall so I feel mighty sorry for those you of only average height. This is about shower heads AND tall people. My roommate of the male gender is about 10 feet tall. Therefore he adjusts the showerhead every time he showers. It's always high and out of the way when I get in the shower. Neat huh? Not if you forget about it and turn the water on. My showerhead spits. You know, one of those 'full body' splashes. The water is always cold. Thanks to the roommate AND the nifty, handy? adjustable showerhead I get the body slash daily. In this heat you wouldn't think I'd complain but---I'd call it a morning 'wake-up' if it didn't always make me grumpy. What a way to start your day.