I’d told my family about a movie I had watched with my grandmother on the Hallmark Channel that I thought was really cute. As one of my sisters was taking off from a Christmas tea, she came over to me, sitting next to my sister-in-law, and leaned down and said in a quiet voice, “I’m going to Harkins* to get A Boyfriend for Christmas. Do you want to come down to the well house and watch?”
Mrs. B.T.’s head came up, “What did you just say?”
It was too perfect and I burst out laughing, “You heard her correctly!”
We then explained that we were refereeing to a movie, not a plan.
Which was good, because Mrs. B.T. couldn’t recommend Harkins* to get a boyfriend.
I really enjoyed A Boyfriend for Christmas, and would recommend it with a mild caution. All in all, for a light hearted, “chick flick” it was funny, but with character to it. Fairy Tale Alert: The lawyer is good. And they give you the impression that Santa Clause is real. I just thought I’d let you know - fair warning and all. :)
*Name changed to protect the guilty, the innocent, and the unconcerned.
Thursday, December 22, 2011
Monday, December 5, 2011
It's an Epidemic
So I had a new experience today,I worked selling SpaLiving sheets. At one point I was talking to a woman and her husband is standing there bent over, saying, "basketball." I'm thinking, "are there supposed to be basketballs here, are you looking for basketballs, are you crazy?"
It eventually all came together: he was trying to see my shoes beneath my long skirt to figure out if I was tall and, was I a basketball player?
At least he didn't offer me a job modeling jewelry.
You know what, I did once get a basketball into a hoop while holding a toddler. I was quiet determined to do it, and felt a great sense of accomplishment afterwards.
That's life,
T.W.
It eventually all came together: he was trying to see my shoes beneath my long skirt to figure out if I was tall and, was I a basketball player?
At least he didn't offer me a job modeling jewelry.
You know what, I did once get a basketball into a hoop while holding a toddler. I was quiet determined to do it, and felt a great sense of accomplishment afterwards.
That's life,
T.W.
Friday, December 2, 2011
A Mugger and a Maid
As told by T.W. as closely as she remembers it being told by Mrs. D. who may or may not have heard the story first hand.
Mrs. D. and her husband (of “The Boondocks”) were involved in medieval reenactment, and though they’re older, most of the people involved in the society are younger college age kids.
A young woman was walking to an event in medieval attire and a man jumped out at her with a switch blade, “I have seven inches of steel, give me your purse!”
She pulled out her sword, “I match your seven, and raise you thirty.”
His knife is framed and mounted on her wall - he dropped it in his haste to run.
So, in lieu of an Irish Wolfhound, I can also now recommend a thirty seven inch sword (give or take a couple inches, I suppose.)
To arms...swords or dogs....! Let not evil prevail!
T.W.
P.S. Happy Birthday to my older brother Mr. S.Q. - I hope you're aging well, because I'll be there in a couple years. ;)
Mrs. D. and her husband (of “The Boondocks”) were involved in medieval reenactment, and though they’re older, most of the people involved in the society are younger college age kids.
A young woman was walking to an event in medieval attire and a man jumped out at her with a switch blade, “I have seven inches of steel, give me your purse!”
She pulled out her sword, “I match your seven, and raise you thirty.”
His knife is framed and mounted on her wall - he dropped it in his haste to run.
So, in lieu of an Irish Wolfhound, I can also now recommend a thirty seven inch sword (give or take a couple inches, I suppose.)
To arms...swords or dogs....! Let not evil prevail!
T.W.
P.S. Happy Birthday to my older brother Mr. S.Q. - I hope you're aging well, because I'll be there in a couple years. ;)
Thursday, December 1, 2011
Happy December!
Wow! Are we really 11/12 of the way through the year? Shocking.
First, Happy Birthday to my sister!
Second, I enjoyed a fabulous visit around Thanksgiving with a special friend and faithful blog follower Miss Hannah Moss!
Third, while said special friend was here, above mentioned sister was in a car accident. Praise the Lord she wasn't seriously hurt though she is bummed that she'll be going to a chiropractor (a doctor!) for the first time in her life. (Dentists don't count ;))
Fourth, I made another trip to "The Boondocks" to help with puppies again! They are so cute and I wanted to bring one home with me. If you hate dogs, stop reading here. If you're neutral, think about stopping, if you like them, go ahead and read. My mother had pick of the litter, which essentially meant that I did because she knows I'm interested in getting another wolfhound, but now IS NOT the time. Oh, and are they going to be gorgeous dogs! Sad. But not as sad as the fact that the mother of the pups wanted to go home with us. She has a wonderful home where she is, but, well, she's a Wolfhound and we're her first masters. (She used to be ours).
Mrs. D. told me a story about a woman I know by name. Ms. Blaney (so we’ll call her) was driving downtown in a big city, her Irish Wolfhound lying on the back seat when at a stop light, a man yanked open her passenger door and got into the car.
The Irish Wolfhound stood up. The man got out of the car.
The moral of the story is either lock your door or keep an Irish Wolfhound in your back seat. Or both.
So that's that.
T.W.
P.S. I have another terrific (non dog) story coming soon - A Mugger and a Maid as told to T.W. !
First, Happy Birthday to my sister!
Second, I enjoyed a fabulous visit around Thanksgiving with a special friend and faithful blog follower Miss Hannah Moss!
Third, while said special friend was here, above mentioned sister was in a car accident. Praise the Lord she wasn't seriously hurt though she is bummed that she'll be going to a chiropractor (a doctor!) for the first time in her life. (Dentists don't count ;))
Fourth, I made another trip to "The Boondocks" to help with puppies again! They are so cute and I wanted to bring one home with me. If you hate dogs, stop reading here. If you're neutral, think about stopping, if you like them, go ahead and read. My mother had pick of the litter, which essentially meant that I did because she knows I'm interested in getting another wolfhound, but now IS NOT the time. Oh, and are they going to be gorgeous dogs! Sad. But not as sad as the fact that the mother of the pups wanted to go home with us. She has a wonderful home where she is, but, well, she's a Wolfhound and we're her first masters. (She used to be ours).
Mrs. D. told me a story about a woman I know by name. Ms. Blaney (so we’ll call her) was driving downtown in a big city, her Irish Wolfhound lying on the back seat when at a stop light, a man yanked open her passenger door and got into the car.
The Irish Wolfhound stood up. The man got out of the car.
The moral of the story is either lock your door or keep an Irish Wolfhound in your back seat. Or both.
So that's that.
T.W.
P.S. I have another terrific (non dog) story coming soon - A Mugger and a Maid as told to T.W. !
Thursday, November 3, 2011
Checking In
Hello my good readers!
I'm going to try to type this with my nephew on my lap since I took pity on him and got him out of his car seat. :) It promises to be an interesting experience!
I must do a post about the house I stayed in "Timbuktu" - it was a phenomenal place. Medieval English Manor anyone?
And that is that! Hello, and goodbye for now. Blue Eyes and I need to head to the library and then home for him to have lunch and go down for a nap. :)
Cheerio!
T.W.
I'm going to try to type this with my nephew on my lap since I took pity on him and got him out of his car seat. :) It promises to be an interesting experience!
I must do a post about the house I stayed in "Timbuktu" - it was a phenomenal place. Medieval English Manor anyone?
And that is that! Hello, and goodbye for now. Blue Eyes and I need to head to the library and then home for him to have lunch and go down for a nap. :)
Cheerio!
T.W.
Sunday, October 23, 2011
I got home yesterday evening. I might be leaving sometime on Tuesday to head off to Timbuktu (figuratively, not literally).
If I do go, when I get back, I’ll be leaving again. Probably.
At least I’m staying pretty local. At the moment.
My life is even less predictable than usual lately:
I headed back to my home state from my grandmothers because of a jury summons, but though I was trying to think positively and decided it would be an interesting experience if I was chosen, really, the chances seemed pretty slim. Especially by the time there was only about three days left in the month. Not so.
While jury duty was still in limbo, I wasn’t sitting around, I applied for an office job.
I got the job.
And then something came up and I said, “uh, no, thank you.” I may sometimes be dumb, but I'm not stupid. Actually, in this case, just unwise.
Poof, the trap door job opened up and I started the caregiver job with Bessie.
Jury Duty
Two of Bessie’s daughters decided that they wanted to stay with her over the weekend and see if she needed more care. When I got that call, I had a feeling that door might be closed.
About a week later, on a Sunday evening, one of my brothers called and his wife had been put on partial bed rest for the rest of her pregnancy. Because I wasn’t currently gainfully employed, I was able to head into town the next morning and stay with them through Saturday.
Her mother and little sister are there through this coming Thursday and then I think the plan is for me to go back again .... And try not to frustrate Mrs. B.T. too much.
“Put the butter in the microwave and turn it like every 5 seconds.”
I looked at her and say, “the microwave?”
It’s true, I did things like that to her a few times. Sometimes I’m just in that kind of mood. But then, she’s married to my brother who has got to be a minimum of twenty times worse.Really. Believe me, I'm his older sister.
My nephew is not quite sure about this arrangement, and he occasionally looks at me like I’m a “most strange and unusual” aunt. Maybe he’s onto something.
Perhaps if I take him for enough walks and play with him in the yard enough, he’ll decide I’m not so bad after all.
I on the other hand, always find myself caught a little bit off guard when I realize he has a sin nature. How can a little feller with such adorable blue eyes and wavy blonde hair not be an angel?
“Oh, he’s not perfect.” And then it seems silly that I should be surprised.
Well, I’m not sure what’s around the corner, but I think this should be my new motto: “Having a positive attitude one catastrophe at a time.”
In everything give thanks.
T.W.
P.S. I got myself a cup of hot cider! :)
If I do go, when I get back, I’ll be leaving again. Probably.
At least I’m staying pretty local. At the moment.
My life is even less predictable than usual lately:
I headed back to my home state from my grandmothers because of a jury summons, but though I was trying to think positively and decided it would be an interesting experience if I was chosen, really, the chances seemed pretty slim. Especially by the time there was only about three days left in the month. Not so.
While jury duty was still in limbo, I wasn’t sitting around, I applied for an office job.
I got the job.
And then something came up and I said, “uh, no, thank you.” I may sometimes be dumb, but I'm not stupid. Actually, in this case, just unwise.
Poof, the trap door job opened up and I started the caregiver job with Bessie.
Jury Duty
Two of Bessie’s daughters decided that they wanted to stay with her over the weekend and see if she needed more care. When I got that call, I had a feeling that door might be closed.
About a week later, on a Sunday evening, one of my brothers called and his wife had been put on partial bed rest for the rest of her pregnancy. Because I wasn’t currently gainfully employed, I was able to head into town the next morning and stay with them through Saturday.
Her mother and little sister are there through this coming Thursday and then I think the plan is for me to go back again .... And try not to frustrate Mrs. B.T. too much.
“Put the butter in the microwave and turn it like every 5 seconds.”
I looked at her and say, “the microwave?”
It’s true, I did things like that to her a few times. Sometimes I’m just in that kind of mood. But then, she’s married to my brother who has got to be a minimum of twenty times worse.Really. Believe me, I'm his older sister.
My nephew is not quite sure about this arrangement, and he occasionally looks at me like I’m a “most strange and unusual” aunt. Maybe he’s onto something.
Perhaps if I take him for enough walks and play with him in the yard enough, he’ll decide I’m not so bad after all.
I on the other hand, always find myself caught a little bit off guard when I realize he has a sin nature. How can a little feller with such adorable blue eyes and wavy blonde hair not be an angel?
“Oh, he’s not perfect.” And then it seems silly that I should be surprised.
Well, I’m not sure what’s around the corner, but I think this should be my new motto: “Having a positive attitude one catastrophe at a time.”
In everything give thanks.
T.W.
P.S. I got myself a cup of hot cider! :)
Blue Castle Update
For Sale:
It's bittersweet, but we've decided to sell. Now, if only a buyer would come along...
We have our reasons:
First, we don't really have a house to live in this winter. Second, you can only beat your head against a brick wall so long. This isn't working for us.
That’s just two of them.
Mostly, it's just time to let go.
The mudslide did cause damamge to the building. It raised up a corner of the slab that is under the structure and pulled some of the walls up several inches above the concrete. Is the building ruined? Well, no, not exactly. We did consider having someone move it to a different location on the property, and that is still a viable option, just not for us.
We need to get a place to regroup, reassess, unpack our suitcases, and cook a meal.
It's going to take a miracle. That is just the long and the short of it.
Living the adventure of life,
T.W.
It's bittersweet, but we've decided to sell. Now, if only a buyer would come along...
We have our reasons:
First, we don't really have a house to live in this winter. Second, you can only beat your head against a brick wall so long. This isn't working for us.
That’s just two of them.
Mostly, it's just time to let go.
The mudslide did cause damamge to the building. It raised up a corner of the slab that is under the structure and pulled some of the walls up several inches above the concrete. Is the building ruined? Well, no, not exactly. We did consider having someone move it to a different location on the property, and that is still a viable option, just not for us.
We need to get a place to regroup, reassess, unpack our suitcases, and cook a meal.
It's going to take a miracle. That is just the long and the short of it.
Living the adventure of life,
T.W.
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