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30 06 2008

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30 06 2008

I’m entereing work order information for a project we’re doing at one of those assisted/independant-licing retirement communiites.
I get to an order and it’s for a craft room.
There are two pictures that pop into my head.

1) Picnic tables of grandparents.  They’re all wearing red t-shirts with the name of the home on them.  Some tables are making boondoggle, some make macaroni pictures and others are making those yard-wrapped-around-Popsicle-stick-things.   A few weeks later, their kids or grandkids get a box addressed from the home.  The well-to-do grown children open the package and roll their eyes at yet another watercolor.

2) Rocking chairs.  Quilts.


30 06 2008

I had a birthday unparrelled.

Saturday morning, I cleaned the house. Steve was working and I was bored.
I also went to an estate sale where I found some Pyrex dishes I wanted and a new toliet paper thing for the bathroom. $6 for everything.
Then I went to the OP Antique Mall and picked up an emo snail plant potter.  (I ran out of potting soil, so I just dropped a whole plant in there, thus, the pink)

My in-laws took me out for dinner on Saturday night and they got me my own lemon tarte. Because lemons and I are likethis.
And they surprised me with a mix-and-match flower book (so you can pre-combo your annuals and perennials to see what looks good together), a “butter boy” (it hold pads of butter for corn on the cob), some corn of the cob dishes, a cupcake book (to be tried out this week) with MY NEW KITCHEN-AID MIXER. Oh, the creme-de-la-creme of potentially useless, yet highly coveted, kitchen appliances. And it’s in a glazed steel color, which matches the kitchen theme.

Sunday was my day with Steve and my actual birthday .
He got me a cookbook (yeah!), two antiquing books (a glass field guide and a weapon-sized 2009 price guide), a veggie grilling tool and a ventian glass braclet; which I had been asking for for the better part of five years.
Then he took me to Ellicottville, which is a ski resort town about an hour south. For lunch, we went to EBC and had a “brewski” which was 5 craft beers served on, wait for it, a ski.

We wandered around the town, there were some cute little shops… in fact, one of them had a bug, VERY similar to the one purchsed from The AllentownArt Fest, but at over twice the cost. Yeah, um, no.
Afterward, he drove a bit further south and took me to this antique barn that we always pass on the way to camping.
It was FANTASIC and I was treated to a new piece of Imperial Candlewick (the glass pattern I collect and is a bitch to find in orignal, unscratched and non-reproductioned condition): a candy basket.

Then we got take-out for dinner and I capped it all off by falling asleep on the sofa at like 7.

What was even better, was that, well, it’s not that he’s been a bear latley, but his job has sucked and with school and everything, well, he’s been a bit of a bear. Yesterday, it was like the Steve I fell in love with… charmingly witty, attentive…
him: “What’s great is that the braclet has like, earrings and a necklace that go along with it.”
“Wicked! So what’s this anniversary? Is it glass?”
“I hope so. Then I’m in luck. Or you’re in luck. Whatever, luck.”

I woke up with a huge smile on my face, I feel asleep with one and I feel like I’m on cloud nine.
Call it “Birthday Afterglow”.
(And then it snuggles and turns into a cup of Tim Hortons.)

(P.S. I’m now 29 for those of you following along.)

History Lesson

28 06 2008

While I wait for my French Toast to cook…

Here I am, 17 years ago, deciding what to wish for.  Note the neon, those are leggings, the FANTASTIC perm and we are camping.

And this would be about 11 years ago.  I know because my hair is purple/pink and we’re camping again.

And this would be, um, ten, maybe nine years ago.  (Sorry for the inclusion mom, but my toast is burning and I don’t know how to photoshop you out… loooovvveee you)  Rocking the overalls, a zillion necklaces and my boyfriend-at-the-times class ring.

I remember that Dad would always make the day before my birthday special as well, thus the french toast and antiqueing later today.

Do you have any birthday traditions?

BunnyGate: Development #2

27 06 2008

I got home this afternoon to see the half-a-bun not in my grass, but back in the street.

Depending where the body is tomorrow depends where I cut the grass. Because nothing says Birthday Weekend like mowing the lawn and cleaning the house. woo.

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27 06 2008

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Fridge Vacuuming Trumped

27 06 2008

Well, it seems that I have indeed found something worse then vacuuming the fridge.

Sometime between Wednesday night and Thursday morning, someone ran over a rabbit.  The crows had already started demolition work on the carrion.

I didn’t really think much of it until this morning when I realized that there wasn’t a murder* on the pavement.  Then I looked to make sure the garage door was closed, and I saw that someone had lovingly thrown the corpse just on our side of the property line.


So, while I almost puked in the kitchen over the state of the intake duct, there is no way in hell I am removing a partially eaten rabbit corpse from the lawn.
For the record, I already did that a few years ago when a crow picked a BABY BUNNY out of a nest and dropped it from a tree, killing it, and with Steve being at work, you can guess the hysterics that resulted. (here’s a hint.  I’m on my cell phone, crying.  “And-sniff-the bunny-wail-it’s dead!  DEEEAAADDDD!  WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO?!?!?!”)

*murder: flock of crows