Today's My Friday ...

Lovely violas that freely keep coming back year after year ..

Hubby confuses me sometimes when he says on Tuesday, 'Today's my Friday' because he has Wednesday and Thursday .. and most of Friday home from work.


When the real Friday rolls around, I'm thinking it 'feels' like Saturday.  Today is/was Friday .. and I did, indeed, think it was Saturday.  It doesn't help having Nathan in camp three days a week .. Mon/Wed/Thur .. which makes his having Friday off, once again, seem like Saturday because I can possibly sleep in .. unless, that is, oldest son is working Friday .. which is really his Saturday .. and calls on Thursday night to see if he can come over early Friday morning before he goes to work on his day off .. to have coffee with me.

Now that it's taken me so long to 'splain' myself .. it's actually Saturday .. that I've figured out all on my own.

If this is your Saturday .. what are you up to?

Verse of the day:

"For in Christ all the fullness of the Deity lives in bodily form,

and in Christ you have been brought to fullness.  He is the head over 

every power and authority"

  Colossians 2:9-10

Shopping Day

Today I am actually looking forward to going to Sprawlmart! It's been ages since there has been any quick snack food available .. not a bad thing .. but when in the depths of despair, ... aaah, well, maybe just a little package of Red Vines candy will be a good thing ;). First I must get the little guys fed their breakfast (Nathan & my little grandson, Jake). Then daughter, Ann, is 'letting me out of my cage' to go shopping.

Today's blessing: Health & a fully stocked garden & freezer full of good eats.

Six Uninportant Things About Me

Louise tagged me on this meme:

1. I always wear socks to bed (summer/winter/spring/fall)
2. I always wear sensible shoes ... I own three pairs...one for every day, one for gardening, one for special occasions. The everyday pair is worn 95 % of the time.
3. I always clip my nails short ... don't have the time or care to paint them.
4. I've been a homemaker for 27 years and can make an entire four course meal from whatever is at hand in the fridge or pantry.
5. I prefer monochromatic color schemes with a splash of red
6. my family is genetically programmed to LOVE potatoes ... probably from my Irish heritage

OK ... enough silliness. I'm going to tag Manny, Moe, & Jack to end this nonsense :)

photo art: Carl Larson

Spring Fever

... and a lack of computer memory has kept me from posting my British Columbia pictures. I hope to resolve the pc problem soon. My days have been spent in bliss out in the garden planting a nice variety of veggies and flowers. Some from seeds ... some from dividing last year's plants, some from plants I started in March, and some from the nursery. Don't laugh ... but the Mr. bought me a nice wood chipper for Mother's Day ... I kid you not. The salesman wasn't sure that was a keen idea ;) ... but oh, I'm so delighted :) There are endless jobs for me to do outside. Cleaning up the winter's mess, repairing this and that, and plotting down a few garden maps so I know where to rotate crops next year has been keeping me busy. Now, when the wood chipper arrives, we can get to work making wood mulch for the walking trail out back. Winter's cage has been opened and I'm free at last.

I'm Flipping Out

... OK ... I mean 'wearing flip flops' We are having a mini spring warm up ... a lovely 73 F today and tomorrow in the upper 70's. Perfect weather! No need for the a/c or heater, socks, jackets or boots. Just lovely painted tootsies to play peek-a-boo at the end of my flip flops. Today was a 'drive topless' (in the open-air Jeep of course) around the lake type of day. Oh my ... the winter must have singed my mind to be speaking of tootsies and topless!

How Unfortunate :)

I swiped this idea from my friend Iowa Mom. You google the word unfortunately in front of your name and here are the results from my search:

• Unfortunately, Cathy's hair makes her look like she's wearing an afghan on her head. When you have a tummy the size of Cathy's you need a fitted jacket (shocking!)
  
• Unfortunately, Cathy was not a standard child. She was quite different from other children ... (just ask my mother ;)
  
• Unfortunately, Cathy has been put in the unenviable position as Secretary of State of defending a law with which she fervently disagrees... (I resemble that)
• Unfortunately, Cathy's efforts at utilizing tax advantages to boost savings and investments have been dwarfed by her growing debt load. ...(really, I had no idea)
• Unfortunately Cathy I can't help with your search for a bouzouki but your unusual request brought back vivid memories (no bousouki ...what memories?)
• Unfortunately, Cathy's fairly well endowed so we couldn't verify the phenomenal claims of the breast enlarger, which was simply a vacuum cleaner attached to (attached to what?)
• Unfortunately Cathy mockingly brought about storm clouds again but has deeply enraged the deep blue. (my nickname is the Snow Queen after all)
• Unfortunately, Cathy (remember her? She's the one with the baby) also goes insane. (That's nothing new ;)
  

Soporific Rest

The turkey doldrums hit me on Black Friday. Who in their right mind would want to fight the mobs to save money on Christmas gifts. Stand in long lines before sunrise, shivering in the cold wondering if you might get mobbed or even lose your very life to save a few bucks. Not I. My Black Friday rest was partially induced from the feast on Thursday and the work involved to cook the meal. Taking an allergy pill put me in a near sleep induced coma on the couch for a few days. I viewed just about every cheesy Lifetime and Hallmark Christmas movie and made a permanent dent in my sofa. I can spot sewing batting used for snow scenes and computer animated snow flakes from my finely tuned eyes. Decorating for Christmas will be a slow process; a breather is needed to put some space between the two holidays. Perhaps I need some anti-depression meds to snap out of it ... na, another cookie will do the trick!

Things That Go Bump and Hiss in The Night

Question: How far (is too far away) from the back door should the outside trash can be?

Answer: When things go bump and hiss and scare the bajeebers out of ya and you have to walk a ways in the dark ... is too far for me!

Living in the North Woods away from city lights affords a person great star gazing opportunities. It also makes for a scary trip to the trash can after dinner in the dark autumn sky. I must first turn on all outside lights, mind you no flood lights, and still there is a path with forty feet of darkness on the nightly trek. Nerves must be mustered up and eyes must adjust to the lack of sunlight to scan the woods for wild and woolly creatures hiding in wait to do .....what? Last week it was a strange horse snort of a sound coming from behind the garden plot. I presume this may have been a moose and turned back inside. Last night, I called in the dawg for her supper and nightly bedie bye routine only to find her sad little face with a few gashes below her eye. This I presume came from one of our neighborhood hissing does (as in female deer). I know you're thinking I could take out the trash in the morning, but by the end of the day it stinks. If I leave the bag in the garage, the dawg will have a midnight snack. So you say, just move the trash can near the back door ... but then it would be too heavy come trash day to wheel it through the landscape rock in the backyard. Hubby is working the night shift. So I'm just about outta options. Tonight I just might be packin a pistol ... sshhh.

I will make a covenant of peace with them and rid the land of wild beasts so that they may live in the desert and sleep in the forests in safety.
Ezekiel 34:25

Saturday Minutia

After spending at least five hours yesterday working into the wee hours of this morning on transferring HOA info into my brain and onto paper, today will be a must have nap day. It's raining out which is always good weather for a snooze. My washing machine is humming away with two loads to go, and I'm just about to make my way down to the kitchen from my upstairs office to put on a pot of coffee. Nathan has military cadence music drifting up to my perch; he's sure to be dancing circles in his room. Mr. Mac must have his earplugs in or a pillow over his head wondering why he ever gave the little fella that particular CD. Today is also our twenty-eighth wedding anniversary so the Mr. and I are dining out here tonight. Did I mention he likes his new job now? It was touch-and-go for the first few weeks ... making me wonder if he could find his groove once again in law enforcement. Hugs.

On The Lighter Side Of Life

I'm here for a pick-me-up. I think chocolate may solve my problem ... would you like a piece too? I went and volunteered to be our home owner association's secretary/treasurer. Why, why, why!!! (pulling out my hair). Flash backs to junior high when I took minutes and typed reports, etc. came to mind as I raised my hand. I have time said I in my head. Vultures swooped in and quickly nominated, seconded the motion, wham, bam, thank you mam, you're in lady. Now I'm up to my eyeballs sorting out tax forms, missing documents, running around town, etc. Today I met with an accountant to help get things in order ... she wants articles of incorporation ... blah, blah, waaaaa, ... I want my mommy. Send help.

After Dark

Tonight night we (four couples) traveled to Spokane's Bing Crosby Theater (aka the Met) to see this guy. Before the concert we were supposed to eat at the Old Spaghetti Factory ... but who knew it was parent's week at Gonzaga University and the town was busy ... at five PM, the wait time was an hour ... so we went here instead. Had a wonderful evening returning to our youth ... at least in our minds. What a trip ... no drugs were involved. Really!