Shit or Get Off the Stupid Pot!

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Okay…It’s go time.  My domain name is about to renew and I have to decide if I will continue to be uniquely weird or just plain old weird.  So, I’m going to pick up where I left off and try to blog every stinking day, regardless of what stupid thing comes to my mind.  If I manage to do it for a month, I’ll keep my domain.  If not, I’ll go poof into the land of blogger wannabe’s.

I have stuff to say.  I just discovered that I’m not nearly as funny as I thought I was.  I guess it’s better to find out  now rather than later.

Either that or I need to consume more jello shots.

 

 

So, What Are You Trying to Say?

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I know many people don’t buy into the whole “things happen for a reason” thing. Others don’t believe in the spirits of our dearly departed guiding us, but they do believe in divine guidance from God.

Regardless of what you believe, there is some serious shit going on with my computer today.

The hubster and I are looking into financing a venture and I got a list of lenders from one of our contact people. I’m working my way down the list, emailing contacts, explaining what we’re looking for. I started on the phone and was unable to get an answer at two different banks.

The first sent me on a wild goose chase of electronic prompts that eventually landed on a busy signal. This wasn’t some 1-800 call center. It was the local number of a small credit union. The next bank had the wrong number on their website. Undeterred, I emailed the “contact us” address on the site and it got bounced back as an invalid address. Also, not a large bank.

So, I moved on to just emailing my list of contacts. I got one message out and when I went to send the second, my gmail went down. Totally down. Everything else was up and running, but my gmail refused to send the message. I tried 6 or 7 times before saving it to drafts.  Hrm.

I composed my message to the third contact and it went right through, but got bounced back as an invalid address!

Then I got an ‘out of office” response from the first one. Okay….

The fourth went through no problem. The fifth got bounced back, so I went to their website to find another contact. Their website would not load!!  Go to any other page on the Internet and it was fine.  Not Wells Fargo…

I went to the next one and the message went right through.

Eight banks and I got two messages to go through.   Bottom line?  If I get financing from one of those two, I’m going to be seriously freaked out.

What a Wonderful Chartreuse World It Would Be

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Imagine this: you’re standing with a group of friends, talking about something that you all have in common.  For this example, let’s say you’re discussing your mutual love of the color chartreuse.  You’re opinion is that chartreuse is just the coolest color ever.  Your friends may not all share your intense enthusiasm for chartreuse.  Perhaps they really like it, but they have other favorite colors too.  The conversation is friendly, respectful and fun.  These are your friends, so you feel safe gushing about chartreuse.  

Suddenly, you’re joined by someone else you know – someone who really, really digs vermilion.  In fact, they think people that like chartreuse are downright idiotic.  They join your conversation, call you ignorant names and questions your intelligence.  What makes matters worse is that this person is a relative/close friend/person you can’t really escape being associated with.  You’re humiliated, not because of your differing views, but because this person just vomited all over the conversation.  

Then they say, “We’re in public.  I can say whatever I want. Don’t put it out there if you don’t want people commenting on it.”

Sure, you’re standing in the mall, but you’re clearly talking with your friends…or not.  Why would someone who cares about you, walk up to you and bitch slap you in front of 300 of your friends and family?

Okay, by now you probably get that I’m not talking about standing in the mall talking about obscure colors.  I’m talking about the way people treat each other in the social media.  Rather than rant, I’d simply like to point out a few things and hope it sinks in with some people.  

  1. Social media is not necessarily “a public forum”.  If you’re on Facebook, (where most of these offenses occur), your privacy settings are very likely limited to your “friends”.  I don’t know many people that put everything out there for public consumption.  Therefore, when you swoop in and shit all over someone’s post, it’s the same as walking up to them and calling them out in front of every person they know.  Because, who are we kidding, we probably all have people “friended” who are like our bff’s next door neighbor’s cousin because we went to a party once with them.  I don’t know about you, but I don’t exactly want everyone I know to be aware of the fact that Aunt Sally can’t control her mouth when she’s drunk…again.
  2. Just because you disagree with someone, it does not mean they are wrong.  Seriously.  Deal with it and move on.  
  3. Comments on social media are not a private conversation between you and the original poster or anyone else who may comment on the post.  To spell this out further…EVERYONE CAN READ THEM.  Please.  There are many other ways to find out if she slept with so-and-so.  Truly, none of the rest of us care.
  4. The same goes for blogs.  If I say Mary is my best friend in my blog, don’t comment that you think Mary is a tramp.  Guess what…Mary can read it and you’re an idiot.  
  5. Lastly and most importantly (yet, what I know will be lost on most people), don’t treat people like shit just because you can’t see the hurt you inflict.  I learned this one the hard way.  If you don’t agree with someone’s opinion, move on.  Hide the post or close the browser.  Rant to your husband about what a drunken idiot Aunt Sally is.  But don’t call her one on Facebook or anywhere else.  Words hurt and sometimes the hurt lasts a lot longer than you’d imagine.  

And for the record, this is chartreuse.  

 

 

I’m Sorry, You Have the Wrong Number

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The past couple of days, I’ve received notifications regarding comments on old blog posts.  Very old.  Like back to the beginning.  I would like to think, “Hey cool! New readers!” However, the comments are very strange and have absolutely nothing to do with the content of my blog.  It seems like somewhere there’s a link on another website that directs comments to my blog. I’ve reported them as spam, because I guess that’s what they are.  But it’s still weird.  

Is anyone else having this issue?

Here’s to Booze!

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Bar Cabinet Project – Trash to Treasure!

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Bar Cabinet Project – Trash to Treasure!

One of the original intentions of this blog was to share DIY projects as they progress.  I have a thing for refinishing/restoring furniture, so I’m always on the lookout for old, inexpensive pieces that I can give a second life.   That opportunity presented itself a few weeks ago when my friend Evie mentioned that her parents were moving into an apartment and unloading a bunch of old furniture.  It’s an understatement to say I jumped on the chance.  So, a few Facebook photos and $50 later, I scored what I think are two really cool pieces.  The first is a chest of drawers that I got for $30.  It has some cool detailing and I like the lines, but I’m still trying to get a picture in my head of how I want to finish it.  So, I’m saving that one for later. Besides, I’m just too excited about the other one, which was a total stroke of luck.

When Evie dropped of the chest, she mentioned that a neighbor had bought a cabinet from her, but didn’t like it once she got it.  She asked if I might be interested in that one too.  I asked how much and $20 later I scored a really unique piece of junk.   That’s what the hubster thinks anyway.

My $20 cabinet...isn't he puuurdy?

My $20 cabinet…isn’t he puuurdy?

I have to tell you…the lush that I am…that every time I see an interesting cabinet, I immediately think “that would make a neat bar cabinet!”  So that’s pretty much what I thought when I discovered that this one had a lift-top and a really nice, deep upper compartment.  There’s a hole drilled in the back of the cabinet too, so I’m thinking this may have been a stereo cabinet at one point, with a turntable up top.

Flip-flop, hinged top!  Woot!

Flip-flop, hinged top! Woot!

When we were unloading it from the van, the front piece fell off.  OOPS!  Maybe it is a piece of junk!  Well, what one person sees as junk, I see as a creative opportunity!

Uh-oh!  Is it supposed to do that?

Uh-oh! Is it supposed to do that?

I immediately started thinking “drop down panel” and began searching for hinges.  That’s when I discovered “tip-out” hinges for false front on kitchen sink cabinets.  I spent hours thinking of how I could make that work with the particular way that this cabinet is cut.

I love how deep the cabinet is.  So many possibilities!

I love how deep the cabinet is. So many possibilities!

I awoke in the middle of the night with a whole slew of ideas and got really fired up to get this project started.  I just love the inset panels and the little broken front.  This is going to be an awesome bar cabinet when it’s done!

Inset panels on doors and  sides gave me a really cool idea!

Inset panels on doors and sides gave me a really cool idea!

Stay Tuned!

2012 In Review – Thank you very much!

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The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2012 annual report for this blog.

Here’s an excerpt:

600 people reached the top of Mt. Everest in 2012. This blog got about 3,900 views in 2012. If every person who reached the top of Mt. Everest viewed this blog, it would have taken 7 years to get that many views.

Click here to see the complete report.

The Magic Cabinet

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A friend just posted a picture on Facebook of a 50′s style kitchen with white metal cabinets.  It reminded me of my grandparents’ kitchen in the house that I later bought.  It had white metal cabinets with doors that made that “whoommmm” sound when you opened them.  To a little me, those were the coolest cabinets on earth.  To a grown-up me, they were positively magical.

Somewhere in the late 70′s, Gramma wanted to remodel the kitchen so they installed your standard laminate wood cabinets and moved some of the metal base cabinets to the basement. They put the sink and its cabinets near the washer/dryer, where they stored cleaning supplies and Grandad’s tools in the drawers.  It was the equivalent of having a half kitchen of junk drawers and it made me crazy.

However, the other one was a single base cabinet with drawer, still with its original red counter top.  That one stood alone at the bottom of the basement steps.  That one was the Magic Cabinet.

Grandad died in 1981, but Gramma never moved things from the cabinet.  So when I bought their house in 2005, everything was right where he left it.  Or so one would assume.  However, the cabinet had a knack for containing exactly what I needed every single time!

For example, we moved into the house in the spring. That summer, when the lightning bugs emerged, I was reminded of my childhood, catching them and putting them into a jar. Anxious to share this experience with my kids, I went looking in the house for an appropriate jar.  Not finding any in the kitchen, I went to the basement and looked in the Magic Cabinet. There, I found a pickle jar with lid, a hammer and a nail suitable for punching air holes in the lid.  Smiling, I thanked Grandad and went on to catch lightning bugs with the kids (which they squicked about, squealed that they were “creepy” and we never did it again…magical childhood memory over…but I still enjoyed it!  LOL)

Another time, I needed twine, checked the cabinet and there it was!

  • Weed whacker line?  Check.
  • Floor cleaner?  Check.
  • Black spray paint?  Check.
  • Green paint?  Check.
  • WD40?  Check
  • Adapter to change an outlet into a light socket?  Check.  (Yes, I really did need one of these, went looking for it and there it was!)
  • Allen wrench?  Check.
  • Measuring tape?  Check.
  • Wood stripper?  Check. (Along with it the lesson that if you use old wood stripper with steel wool it will burn your hardwood floor.)
  • Protractor and ruler for math homework? Check?
  • Assorted nails, bolts, screws and hooks?  Check.

It never failed and I learned to check the cabinet before going to the store for anything.  

We moved from the house in 2008.  I couldn’t take the cabinet with me, but made sure I took the “special” Grandad things from the drawer.  I smiled as I left the cabinet for the last time, wondering if the next owner would find it as magical as I did.  I like to picture my Grandad, smiling mischievously as he put exactly what I needed in the cabinet for me to find.  In that case, probably not.  But to me, that cabinet will always be very, very special.  Just like my Grandad.

Diet Update – Week: Whatever the Hell It Is

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The other day, the Hubster accused me of giving up on my diet.  ”NOT SO!” I said. (Well, actually it was more like “F-you, Shit-for-brains”.  But I digress.)

In actuality, I’ve been pretty good throughout the holidays as far as my weight-loss goals go.  I didn’t make my 25 pound loss by Christmas challenge, due to five pounds I put on over Thanksgiving….and the subsequent pigging out for the next two–ahem-three weeks with my friends.  (Hey, it’s called “holiday celebration” for a reason!)  But all in all, it wasn’t so bad.

So, I lost the T-giving weight and managed not to balloon up over Christmas and New Years, which for me is a HUGE achievement.  (I did pop on an extra three pounds last week, right there :points to left hip:) And now here we are…January 4th…and I’m back in the saddle again.  The Weight Watchers points tracker is fired up, I’ve got some bomb new tunes to work out–erm–dance around the house in my underwear to, and I’ve got my eyyyye :wink left: on the priiiize :wink right:.

July 26, 2012 – 160 lbs

January 4, 2013 – 143 lbs.

Goal: 123 lbs.

Lets ROCK!