First off, I got rid of the rest of that low carb bread that I bought. The extreme gas was just not worth it. Disgustingly extreme gas.
Second, it's been the busiest week that I've had in quite a while, I've been so busy that I haven't even gotten to watch Dr. Phil this week! I think most of the episodes were re-runs but still, I haven't gotten my daily take a break for an hour dose of messed up people and sage advice.
I've been making paper gift tags and postcards for my shop for the past year and a half or so and I'm really kind of amazed at how many people shop for and buy gift tags. The postcards were introduced a few months ago and they have been selling quite well also. I buy ready to print crafting images, print them out on photo paper and then glue them to a double thickness of cardstock paper, then punch holes and add ribbon ties. For the postcards I just enlarge the images and again print, glue, cut, etc. No holes and ribbons needed on the postcards of course. I used to only list things in my shop that I had made up and ready to ship but realized that people might want more than one set of a certain tag or postcard, so now have it to where they can buy as many sets as they want and I print, glue, cut etc. as needed.
Well, I needed to do a whole lot of printing, gluing and cutting this week! I usually get maybe 1 or 2 orders a day if that, but this week was pretty crazy with lots of orders coming in and some of them quite large ones at that. Now, I'm not complaining, I wish I'd get this many orders all the time, but dang, I'm getting kind of tired. Good tired, though.
As most everyone who reads this blog knows, we all went to Castaic on Sunday to celebrate Caitlin's birthday. Nice day, nice to see family that we don't get to see very often, and even though the drive is very boring, nice to get out of town for the day.
On the way home, Keith wanted to stop at the Pilot gas station right there in Castaic to use the restroom and get some coffee. Why he didn't use the restroom before we left John's house I don't know. We pull into the gas station/truck stop and everyone else in the world apparently had the same idea and everyone else in the world must have gone to Castaic for the day and were on their way home at the same time as us, because that place was crazy busy! Keith was able to use the restroom but gave up on the coffee after seeing the rest of the world in line to get coffee.
So, he decided to pull into McDonald's a little ways up the street and go through the drive through to get coffee and also food because now he is hungry, too. As we pull in we see a big tour bus in the parking lot which we should have known was a bad omen. We get into the drive through line, he finally decides what he wants, and then we sit there behind about 5 other cars. That aren't moving. We sit and we sit and start looking around for an escape route. Finally, a car moves and we all move up just enough to where you can get out of the line, which is what both us and the car in front of us did. McDonald's coffee might be good, but certainly not worth a twenty minute wait.
We get on the freeway and get the heck out of Castaic because we've just wasted about thirty minutes trying to get coffee and it's getting late and I'd really like to get home before midnight.
We did stop in Gorman where he got coffee and a giant hamburger, which I made him eat before we started driving again because that road is dangerous enough without trying to eat a big hamburger while driving and I couldn't take over because my night vision is so bad I can't see where I'm going. Another 15 minutes or so gone.
We did finally make it home despite all the delays, though, and I was really glad to get there because after sitting outside in John's backyard most of the afternoon, I was very very sweaty. It's almost as hot in Castaic as here in Bakersfield and it's been HOT here this past week.
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Tuesday, November 15, 2011
Still Busy
The days just don't seem to be long enough for everything that I want to get done. Along with the usual daily chores I've got my wall washing project in the back of my mind and it's also time to shampoo the carpets again.
Speaking of which. I had shampooed the carpet in the workroom after Harri hacked up hairballs all over the place and of course the very next morning there was another hairball on my freshly shampooed carpet. Like she had planned it that way.
And speaking of cats, I have to call the vet for Genie today, she got clawed on her backside and has an abcess that we thought was healing but maybe not. Bandit from next door keeps sneaking into the backyard trying to get into their shed and into their food and I'm pretty sure he's the one that clawed her. We are thinking of ways to conveniently have Bandit disappear. Not only do they have about a dozen of their own cats next door, every stray in the neighborhood knows to come there looking for food and then they come over here if they can't find any.
We put Lucy in the garage Friday night, we had a cold front come in with wind and rain and she was huddled on the front porch all freaked out and won't use her expensive new house that we bought her. See here:
Her expensive new house that came in a box and you put it together yourself, so Keith added insulation to it and put sealant on it and all kinds of other stuff and we might as well just have given her the cardboard box that it came in for all the use it's getting out there. I'm thinking we will bring it in the house for the other cats to play in real soon here.
Anyway, we brought her into the garage and blocked the cat door into the garage where Buddy couldn't peek through the hole, gave her some food and water and a litter box and she spent the night in relative comfort out of the rain and wind. So, we've got it figured out now what to do with her when the weather is bad or we aren't going to be home to feed her.
Like on Thanksgiving when we will drive down to Camarillo to have dinner at Katie's house. She is hosting her first Thanksgiving in her little (and I mean LITTLE) house and I'm really wondering where everyone is going to sit but maybe it will be nice enough to sit outside on lawn chairs or something. Did I mention that her house is LITTLE? Smaller or about the same size as ours and I know we wouldn't have room for a bunch of people.
Oh, and you know how people like to take those fall foilage drives to look at the turning leaves and all? I didn't have to go for a drive to see turning leaves, I noticed while in the Winco parking lot that all of their trees are turning and really look pretty, so if you just kind of tune out the asphalt and all of the other cars and the shopping carts you could pretend that you are on a scenic fall foilage drive.
Speaking of which. I had shampooed the carpet in the workroom after Harri hacked up hairballs all over the place and of course the very next morning there was another hairball on my freshly shampooed carpet. Like she had planned it that way.
And speaking of cats, I have to call the vet for Genie today, she got clawed on her backside and has an abcess that we thought was healing but maybe not. Bandit from next door keeps sneaking into the backyard trying to get into their shed and into their food and I'm pretty sure he's the one that clawed her. We are thinking of ways to conveniently have Bandit disappear. Not only do they have about a dozen of their own cats next door, every stray in the neighborhood knows to come there looking for food and then they come over here if they can't find any.
We put Lucy in the garage Friday night, we had a cold front come in with wind and rain and she was huddled on the front porch all freaked out and won't use her expensive new house that we bought her. See here:
Her expensive new house that came in a box and you put it together yourself, so Keith added insulation to it and put sealant on it and all kinds of other stuff and we might as well just have given her the cardboard box that it came in for all the use it's getting out there. I'm thinking we will bring it in the house for the other cats to play in real soon here.
Anyway, we brought her into the garage and blocked the cat door into the garage where Buddy couldn't peek through the hole, gave her some food and water and a litter box and she spent the night in relative comfort out of the rain and wind. So, we've got it figured out now what to do with her when the weather is bad or we aren't going to be home to feed her.
Like on Thanksgiving when we will drive down to Camarillo to have dinner at Katie's house. She is hosting her first Thanksgiving in her little (and I mean LITTLE) house and I'm really wondering where everyone is going to sit but maybe it will be nice enough to sit outside on lawn chairs or something. Did I mention that her house is LITTLE? Smaller or about the same size as ours and I know we wouldn't have room for a bunch of people.
Oh, and you know how people like to take those fall foilage drives to look at the turning leaves and all? I didn't have to go for a drive to see turning leaves, I noticed while in the Winco parking lot that all of their trees are turning and really look pretty, so if you just kind of tune out the asphalt and all of the other cars and the shopping carts you could pretend that you are on a scenic fall foilage drive.
Friday, November 11, 2011
Corduroy
Yikes, it's been a busy week and although busy not especially exciting and I've neglected my blog. So.
I just heard on the Bob and Tom radio show that besides the fact that today is 11/11/11 and there are some kids they mentioned who are turning 11 today, it is also National Corduroy Day. National Corduroy Day is on 11/11 each year because the numbers look like corduroy. Bet you had never heard of National Corduroy Day before, I know I haven't.
Now, corduroy is not something I think about much because it seems that it's kind of gone out of fashion and I can't remember having seen anything made out of corduroy in the stores lately, but when I was in high school in the early seventies, corduroy was the height of fashion. I think partly because jeans were still considered a little bit bad and only worn by greasers who carried their cigarettes around rolled up in their t-shirt sleeve and had a comb for their greasy hair in their back pocket. Think James Dean here. I don't think jeans were even allowed in school when I was in Junior High, never mind girls wearing ANY kind of pants to school. That all changed when I was in 9th grade and the dress code was modified to allow girls to wear pants to school. That freedom is still something I remember fondly.
Anyway. Corduroy. You know, that kind of strange fluffy ribbed fabric? Back in those seventies high school days corduroy pants were definitely in style, so much in style that we just called them Cords. I'm wearing my Cords today. Jeans were called Levis whether or not they were actual Levi Strauss brand, but if you wore anything other than Levi Strauss brand with the patch on the back that told what size they were, you might as well forget about being asked to the prom because you were a GEEK. Girls didn't buy Levis or Cords specifically made for girls, we went to the boys department and bought boy pants. But how embarrassing if you were kind of fat and your waist size was on the back of your pants for the whole world to see. We also bought them big enough to where they would hang off your hips instead of your waist because along with Levis and Cords being in style, hip huggers as we called them were also in style. So you wanted your pants to hang low but not like these kids today who wear them completely under their bottoms and have to walk funny so their pants won't fall down.
The only thing bad about our Cords was that if you had chubby thighs, the pants legs would rub against each other as you walked and your Cords would make that whoop whoop sound. So everybody around you could hear you coming and also knew that you had fat thighs without even having to look at you.
Those Cords also came in all kinds of colors, burgundy being popular along with a kind of burnt orange color, bright blue, red, just about any kind of color of pants that you would never ever see kids wearing today. They also came in straight leg or our favorite bell bottoms. The more you wore and washed them, the softer they would get. If they started to get holes in them, you would patch them patchwork quilt hippie style and be even cooler. I do remember the legend about the guy who didn't have a single piece of the original fabric of his pants left, the entire pants were patchwork.
Anyway, other than thinking about corduroy pants today, I keep waking up at 5 since the time change this week and actually don't mind getting up earlier because there are so many things I want to get done each day and so many projects on my work table. So, now I'm going to get back to them.
I just heard on the Bob and Tom radio show that besides the fact that today is 11/11/11 and there are some kids they mentioned who are turning 11 today, it is also National Corduroy Day. National Corduroy Day is on 11/11 each year because the numbers look like corduroy. Bet you had never heard of National Corduroy Day before, I know I haven't.
Now, corduroy is not something I think about much because it seems that it's kind of gone out of fashion and I can't remember having seen anything made out of corduroy in the stores lately, but when I was in high school in the early seventies, corduroy was the height of fashion. I think partly because jeans were still considered a little bit bad and only worn by greasers who carried their cigarettes around rolled up in their t-shirt sleeve and had a comb for their greasy hair in their back pocket. Think James Dean here. I don't think jeans were even allowed in school when I was in Junior High, never mind girls wearing ANY kind of pants to school. That all changed when I was in 9th grade and the dress code was modified to allow girls to wear pants to school. That freedom is still something I remember fondly.
Anyway. Corduroy. You know, that kind of strange fluffy ribbed fabric? Back in those seventies high school days corduroy pants were definitely in style, so much in style that we just called them Cords. I'm wearing my Cords today. Jeans were called Levis whether or not they were actual Levi Strauss brand, but if you wore anything other than Levi Strauss brand with the patch on the back that told what size they were, you might as well forget about being asked to the prom because you were a GEEK. Girls didn't buy Levis or Cords specifically made for girls, we went to the boys department and bought boy pants. But how embarrassing if you were kind of fat and your waist size was on the back of your pants for the whole world to see. We also bought them big enough to where they would hang off your hips instead of your waist because along with Levis and Cords being in style, hip huggers as we called them were also in style. So you wanted your pants to hang low but not like these kids today who wear them completely under their bottoms and have to walk funny so their pants won't fall down.
The only thing bad about our Cords was that if you had chubby thighs, the pants legs would rub against each other as you walked and your Cords would make that whoop whoop sound. So everybody around you could hear you coming and also knew that you had fat thighs without even having to look at you.
Those Cords also came in all kinds of colors, burgundy being popular along with a kind of burnt orange color, bright blue, red, just about any kind of color of pants that you would never ever see kids wearing today. They also came in straight leg or our favorite bell bottoms. The more you wore and washed them, the softer they would get. If they started to get holes in them, you would patch them patchwork quilt hippie style and be even cooler. I do remember the legend about the guy who didn't have a single piece of the original fabric of his pants left, the entire pants were patchwork.
Anyway, other than thinking about corduroy pants today, I keep waking up at 5 since the time change this week and actually don't mind getting up earlier because there are so many things I want to get done each day and so many projects on my work table. So, now I'm going to get back to them.
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