Thursday, July 30, 2009

Decorating on The Cheap

Saturday I decided to wash my shower curtain. The one in my shower (a shower stall) is just clear plastic so I can look out the windows over the bathtub. I realized recently I could not see out the windows or even see the clock that hangs between them. Yeah it was that bad. Anyway, as I was pulling apart the rings, one of them broke. I hate when that happens. That happened the last time and Carole gave me a spare ring. But I was out of rings. I began to covet the shower curtain rings in My Sweetie's bathroom:

You may remember that shower curtain from a post about a year ago about cheap bathroom decorating.


Today after MOW I had another fun afternoon with my daughter and we did some shopping and I found a cool set of seashell shower curtain hooks for only $5.99:

Since I'm slightly dyslexic (beer dyslexia, I think) it took me a few minutes to figure out how to put these things on but I got it:

And speaking of cheap decorating, a few weeks ago when we went to Hobby Lobby, I bought a cool piece of paper for 59 cents (I'm too lazy to look up how to make a "cents" sign or even find out if it exists). I thought, "Hey! I'm going to take this cool piece of paper with palm trees on it and cover the light switch plate in the beach bathroom!" After I got home and looked at the switch plate, I realized that there was an outlet just 18 inches or so away from it. I knew it would look stupid to just cover the one. I've covered a light switch plate before, but not an outlet cover, so I called the expert: my neighbor Carole. She does these all the time and they are really cool looking. As you have probably guessed by now, she offered to do them both for me and they came out great!:

She really puts a lot into it and has it down to a science. In this next picture, you can see the cross-hatching:

I know! How cool is that?!? Anyway I think the point of this was inexpensive decorating. So for less than $7.00, I got the two cool switchplates and the shower curtain hooks. Oh, and I get to use those old tan shower curtain rings on my shower curtain. It's all good

Tuesday, July 28, 2009

My TV and Movie Wish List

There are 3 books and 1 book series that I would be ever so happy to see turned into video magic by Hollywood. I'll start with the two that have been done before. "The Count of Monte Christo" has been rendered as both theatrical and TV movies and also as a TV miniseries. Well guess what? All of them fell short. Oh that last theatrical release was decent, but let's face it, you can't pack a story that big into 131 mintues. I want to see this done as a 12 part TV series. Unfortunately Hollywood doesn't seem to like to do one-shot series production even though the Brits have been doing it for years. I had hoped that the great success of "Band of Brothers" which they ran in 10 parts would have opened some eyes. And I wish they would do the same for Stephen King's "The Stand." The 1994 TV mini-series did a decent job, but again with time constraints as well as cost, it fell short. I realize that the costs of showing NYC, as well as all the major highways completely shut down would have been prohibitive in the past, but with today's CGI, it could be done well and at a tolerable cost.
Speaking of CGI, Piers Anthony's Xanth series is long overdue. Because there are 27 of these books and it is an open ended series, this could run for two or three years. We currently have the CGI to create all of the wonderful creatures from these books. And I want to see them! I imagine this show would be the new watercooler show of this century. So Hollywood, please do this and do it right! And right soon.

Last but not least, for my big theatrical release move, I want to see Theodore Sturgeon's "The Dreaming Jewels." When I first read this in the early 80's, I thought, "What a great movie this would be and George Lucas could pull it off." With the CGI we have now, any good director could pull it off, but because of the dark and creepy nature, I'm thinking maybe Tim Burton should do this one. Or Jonathan Demme.
So Hollywood, please do these things for me and quit making movie versions of 70's TV shows. Your bank accounts will thank you. As will I.

Monday, July 27, 2009

Food and Games Weekend

I really had a great weekend and I also have a new addiction:
GAMES: We got an advance copy of the Wii Resort game and started playing some games Friday night, but the one game I can't stop playing is the archery one. You use the "nunchuk" which is a seperate part that plugs into the main controller, so you really do pull back your string. Without the tension of course. It's more about the aiming and lining up between the "bow" and the "arrow." And I LOVE it! We also did this crazy canoeing game. I realized we looked like crazy idiots while paddling and I'm thinking of trying to get a video of that. We also found karaoke on our TV cable box and had a lot of laughs with that. You'd be surprised to find out that you don't know all the words to a song that you think you know. And I can tell you right now that neither of us can rap. And I mean even "rap lite." We sucked. But it was funny as hell.
FOOD: I got this crazy idea, a variation on a theme, you might say, about beef stew. I love beef stew and I love potatoes, but it seemed to me that potatoes sort of get lost in beef stew. They seem to lose their great potatoey goodness. So when I saw Tyler Florence (A TV chef) put a big round scoop on top of his beef stew, I thought it was mashed potatoes and a lightbulb went off. But what happened was, when I watched the show, I saw that he did the same old thing with the potatoes and the scoop of stuff was actually a horseradish cream sauce. I love horseradish but I'm not going to put it in beef stew. Anyway, so the visual I saw gave me the idea and I did it:
On Saturday I made the stew without the potatoes. I boiled Yukon Gold potatoes and then hand mashed them, leaving small soft chunks with drizzled melted butter and a tad of parsley. Then I plopped a big scoop of potatoes on top of the stew. It was delicious! And On Sunday, I turned this:

into this:

It also has artichoke hearts in it. It was so good that I didn't realize until I was cleaning the kitchen that I had forgotten the penne pasta. But calorie wise, that's probably for the best.
It was nice having a really relaxing weekend with fun games and good food and I hope you had a great weekend too. Bon app├ętit!

Friday, July 24, 2009

Goofy Pic From Lo

I guess they ran out of cows?

Thursday, July 23, 2009

It's All Better Now

(My Bad!)
I haven't mentioned MOW since I've had to pick up from the new site and that is because it had turned me into a crabby bitch. When I got there the first day it wasn't too horrible. I had maybe 12 people. And I was training that girl so I had a helper. The next week I had 14 and I was pretty irritated and thinking about quitting, then afterwards I let it go, but then, the next Wednesday I had 16 people and basically went berserk. I was furious and even though I kept telling the helper lady, "I'm sorry if it seems like I'm taking this out on you," I still felt the need to apologize to her the next time I saw her.
So what happened was, after I fumed and fussed while packing my stuff that third week, as soon as I got to my car I called the office. I told them that A) It was bad enough that they moved the place so out of the way, but B) SIXTEEN people was RIDICULOUS! I was seriously in a rage. She misunderstood me and said, "So you're quitting, you won't be back?" I said, "No. I wouldn't do that, but you will have to find a replacement for me because 16 people is too many." I told her there was no reason I should have two pages of people. Then, THEN, and this killed me, she said, "Sixteen is our maximum and many of the others also have 16 people." I snapped back with "Really? (And you have to picture that word drawn out to last about 7 seconds) ...That's odd, because the lady in there said she couldn't understand why MY list was so long when ALL THE OTHER people's lists were so short." So the MOW office lady said she would call me later after my route and we would talk about this.
She didn't call until the next day and she told me she had dropped four people from my list. We had a calmer talk because I was comfortably at home on my couch and not out in my truck in the heat in a RAGE. But for some reason, the next Wednesday I was all irritated again and then even last Wednesday, even though My Sweetie took the day off to go with me, I still felt crabby.
So last night (Tuesday night) I had a very loooonnng talk with myself. I realized that every Wednesday morning when I left the house I would get mad all over again about the new pick up site. I also realized that this accomplished absolutely nothing and just made for a bad day. I decided to be chipper and do something different and I ran my route backwards starting from the north end. That actually makes more sense since the new place is so far north. Yes, another one of those, "Why didn't I think of that before?" things. It was all kinda funny doing it all in reverse and I realized I had parked in front of that fire hydrant and had a good laugh. (I snapped that through the back window of my little truck. And that's the trailer with all those feral kittens.) I won't park there again - it wouldn't be so funny if I got a ticket.
And after my strange backward route, which went very smoothly, I treated myself to catfish. And it was delicious:
Then I spent the afternoon at Pocket's drinking beer with my daughter and we laughed so hard we had tears. I hope our trip will be like that and I hope the rest of my Wednesdays will be like that.

Tuesday, July 21, 2009

My 600th Post

Over the years I've seen various people celebrate some round number of posts and I always thought, "Oh yeah! There's a marker number on here somewhere." But I always forgot to keep up with it. So a few weeks ago when I noticed I was getting close to 600, I thought I'd mark the occasion (I hate that word! I have to look it up every time I use it.) I'm also getting close to my start date 4 years ago (August 30, 2005) so it seemed like an appropriate time.
I used to read Jammie J's blog and leave 4 or 5 inch long comments. She kept telling me to start my own blog and after some thought and figuring out how to keep it anonymous, per My Sweetie, I started this. The name of the blog was obvious because the Rudyard Kipling poem "If" is my favorite poem in the world and really meant a lot to me after my car accident in 1980. "Geewits" was already my e-mail and sprang from "G WITS" which was my NTN gamer name for a long time.
I've had such a fun time getting to know different people from all walks of life as well as being from all over the place. (Them I mean. Okay, sometimes I am also "all over the place.") I used to follow a blog from a distraught and rattled soldier in Iraq before the government shut him down as well as an old retired man that liked to talk about his garden in some small town near Houston. I've made and lost friends as well as getting to know people that I feel like I will know forever. You know who you are.
On that note, I'd like to thank all the people that comment here on a regular basis. You make my days fun and when I talk to actual physical people I always call you my "blogger buddy." I love my blogger buddies. You know who you are. Thanks for all the comments and perspectives and support. I really do appreciate it.
I'd also like to thank my silent readers. I'm not going to say, "Please comment!" because I realize you have your reasons. I read some blogs myself that I do not comment on. I get that. But here's a shout out to the readers from Presque Isle and Frenchville, Maine. To Butler, Pennsylvania, Fort Collins, CO and Prince Rupert, B.C. And here's a special Texas "Hey!" to my silent readers in Carrollton, Garland and Plano, Texas.
Thanks everybody for making this fun for me! I hope I have 600 more.

Sunday, July 19, 2009

I Can't Believe I Never Thought of That!

I'm one of those "gardeners" that is loathe to chop off perfectly good blooms for the good of the plant. Yes, I know you are supposed to, but I have always had a hard time doing it. My own mother has always told me to do so and she always has the most beautiful flowers. And there's even a "Star Trek" saying regarding the one and the many that I can't think of right now and may not even apply to this.
Anyway, that one petunia above that I really, really like grows like a weed and I did have enough sense to realize that I seriously needed to start lopping it off. Suddenly I had one of those lightbulb moments and I thought, "Why not bring them indoors and put them in water?"

These pictures really do not do them justice as they are a deep rich jewel toned purple that is just lucious and I'm not even a big fan of purple. The point of this post though is that it had never occurred to me before to bring the "perfectly good blooms" inside to enjoy. For some reason, petunias just seemed like yard plants. So as usual, my brain went through that whole "Why didn't I ever think of this before?" thing, except this year it has been different.
I think everyone has those "Why didn't I ever think of this before?" moments throughout their lives but for some reason, since my last birthday, instead of thinking it like that, my brain goes, "It took me 48 years to think of that?"
Why 48? I have no idea, but that's been my thought process since April. Is it because I'm getting close to 50? Does that make me subconsciously feel like I should already know everything?

I have no idea what the 48 thing is all about, but I'm glad I came up with the idea to bring the lopped-off petunias inside to enjoy. And speaking of great ideas, Lo told me about a website for people like me. It really came in handy tonight when we went to see the new Harry Potter film. it's:

Saturday, July 18, 2009

3 Things I Know For Sure

ONE: When Seals and Crofts sang "Summer Breeze" in 1972 they were not talking about daytime in North Texas. If you get a "breeze" here in the daytime it feels like when you pop open a hot oven to look at whatever you have baking in there. And it does not make you feel fine.
TWO: When Hoagy Carmichael and Johnny Mercer wrote "In the Cool, Cool, Cool, of the Evening" they, too, were not talking about North Texas in the summertime. The best you will get here (and it does not make for good song lyrics) is: the tolerable, tolerable, tolerable of the evening.
THREE: When fashion experts come on TV and say, "You can convert this simple summer day dress into evening wear by adding a classic jacket" they are not talking to women in North Texas. If you put a jacket on over your dress here in the summer you will die. Right after people laugh at you for being stupid.

Thursday, July 16, 2009

The One About My nephew

I have a nephew that I'll call "Timmy." Timmy is Timothy the fourth as in "Timothy Middle Last IV." His name started with my grandfather Tim Sr., then Dad - Tim Jr. and my brother Tim III. The women in our family, meaning Mom, SIL, and myself decided to break the chain and call him Timmy instead of Tim.
Timmy was born and raised in North Carolina and I have lived in Texas his entire life but we have always had a special bond. We sometimes would not see each other for up to two years but there was always an instant connection. He came to Texas by himself when he was 13 to spend a week with us and we had a blast. He'll be 21 in October. He's really a great guy. He works and is going to college to be an architect and I bet he'll be a great one.
Even though I've been back to North Carolina since the beach trip of 2008, that was the last time I saw Timmy. I called him on Tuesday to tell him that Kate and I were taking a road trip to visit Mom at the mountain place. He said he would be in Delaware that week staying with a friend on the beach but they (he and his girlfriend) would be driving back on that Saturday and he would make a detour to see us in the mountains.
This led to light chit chat about how we will all be road weary and then as conversations tend to do, we moved into talking about driving. I told him that Kate, my daughter was probably the best driver I knew. He said that he was a very good driver also. I said, "Well of course. I taught Kate, and your dad taught you, and we both learned from Dad who used to be a truck driver." Well Timmy had no idea. He was all "He drove a truck?" I was surprised that he didn't know and told him that Papa (my granddad and his namesake) owned a trucking company in the 50's. He also did not know about that. I told him that I had a picture somewhere of his great granddad standing next to a truck with his name on the door - Timmy's name also - and that I would bring a copy to him.
He seemed really fascinated by this information and I was fascinated myself that he did not know any of this. I think it's sad that so much family history gets lost. I've been working up to a post about all of my unknown family, but this was what I thought of as common family information and yet, he did not know. When we are all together in the mountains in a few weeks, I will certainly get Mom to tell Timmy everything she can remember about his great granddad. It just seems like something he should know.

Tuesday, July 14, 2009

Must. Vent.

I'm really not much of a venter. Okay, yeah I've had my moments with the MOW changes and the neighbors' cat, but there is something I just have to get off my chest: People, stop using the wrong words!
My number one complaint is the "your" and "you're" misuse. It's really driving me insane. I'm turning into that guy from the Pink Panther movies that gets the crazy eye. Last night was the last straw. I've been researching my August road trip with my daughter and was checking out the blues clubs on Beale Street and the website I found for SILKY O'Sullivan's misused "your" twice. ON ONE PAGE.
I realize that anyone can mistype something on occasion, but twice on one page? AAAARGH! Where were the proofreaders? This was for a business!!
I have come across several blogs that do the same thing. There was one lady that seemed pretty interesting, but in one post she used "your" for "you're" more than once as well as "there" for "their." In ONE post. I said to myself, "Yeah, I can't read this blog anymore."
And why is everyone spelling "lose" "loose" nowadays? That is popping up everywhere.
Here's the deal folks:
-Their means "belonging to them" as in This is their party and they can do what they want.
-There means "some place" as in Place the keg there so we don't get beer on the carpet.
- Lose means "misplace" as in I didn't mean to lose my keys.
- Loose means "not tight" as in I like these jeans because they are loose.
-Your means "belonging to you" as in This is your blog you dumbass so quit using the wrong words.
-You're is an abbreviation of the words "you" and "are" as in You're a dumbass if you keep using the word "your" when you mean "you are."
Disclaimer: If English is your second (or third) language, you are exempt from all of this and yay! for you for being able to communicate with people in another language.
I feel better now.

Saturday, July 11, 2009

I'm Getting Too Old For My Crazy

I may have mentioned before that every Friday night we watch the week's worth of "Jeopardy!" although I may have forgotten the exclamation point in the past. But it is part of the title. Anyway I was just starting to slice up my beef fajita quesadillas for our dinner when I heard insanely loud cat screams from the garage. I yelled out a few very loud expletives and ran screaming into the garage. I didn't even see the asshole cat from next door although I know it was him, I just saw poor Barney run under the car. Meanwhile, My Sweetie was in here on this computer. He did not hear the cats, but he certainly heard me. So he came running behind me. I told him what was going on and he did a body check on Barney to make sure he was okay. I closed the side door to the garage and came back inside to finish plating the food. (And maybe "plating" is not a real verb, but they use it on the Food Network.)
We sat down to eat and watch "Jeopardy!" and I was HOT. And by hot I mean getting a lot of answers that no one else could get. I may have told you before but our ritual here is that if you answer correctly and none of the contestants get the answer, you yell "AND ONE!" It's a basketball term in case you do not follow sports. What I may not have mentioned is that I also run around and do a crazy end zone dance (which is a football term if you do not follow sports) when I get one. I started to think that the crazy adrenaline rush with the cat fight had somehow stimulated my brain.
We pause the show a lot to do various things and I was clearing the dinner plates and realized my right shoulder was REALLY sore. I figured I must have done something crazy when I ran screaming into the garage. I rubbed some ActiveOn on my shoulder and we started the show again. The next time I had an "AND ONE!" I jumped up and threw my arms up, yelled "OUCH!" and realized that's how I must have disfrinagled something in my shoulder to begin with. I guess I'm getting too old for my crazy. But I doubt it will stop me.

Friday, July 10, 2009

My Weird Dream Brain

I have lots of bizarre dreams every night, but in the last two weeks, they have taken a really goofy turn. For the past few weeks I have been playing Mahjong Titans on my computer for an hour or so before I go to bed, so my weird dream brain converts even the most mundane things into a mahjong game. The other night, I was "grocery shopping" in my dream and I was doing it, of course, mahjong style. It looked something like this:

Since I am lucky in that I only have to be woken up once a week, the other six days, I get to sleep until I wake up naturally. Or I should say "naturally." Because there is nothing natural about the way I wake up most days. What happens is, instead of just slowly waking up, my weird dream brain will insert something outrageous into my dream to get me to wake up. And if that doesn't work, it will just keep going. This morning I was dreaming I was in some sort of old west setting complete with costumes and everything. We were all from the present but for some reason we were supposed to "play along" and pretend we were all from that time. It was all going along fine until one lady couldn't find her shoes and slipped on some purple jellies like these:
It totally broke the whole mood of whatever we were trying to do, but it didn't wake me up. So just after that, a giant fake plastic bright green alligator head that was about the size of a large truck burst through the wall. THAT woke me up.
My husband gets a kick out of the strange dreams I have and the strange wake up things like the alligator crack me up. I usually spend the first 10 minutes of my day shaking my head and saying something to myself like, "Hummingbirds with automatic weapons! Heh, heh, heh."

Thursday, July 09, 2009

Don't Make Me Jump Off This Spaceship!

We were wondering why the SciFi Channel had just changed its name to SyFy and My Sweetie sent me this article about it.
I took offense at this part:
He told TV Week, "The name Sci Fi has been associated with geeks and dysfunctional, antisocial boys in their basements with video games and stuff like that, as opposed to the general public and the female audience in particular."
Reallllly? I love sci fi, as do many of the women I know. And as the article also mentions, how do they account for the $375 million success of the last Star Trek? If they think only basement nerds went to see that movie, they would be dead wrong.
What's even stranger is they just debuted a new show "Warehouse 13" which has science fiction all over it and is one of my new favorite summer series. And I am of the "female audience."
If they had just said, "We needed a name we could trademark" I would totally get that from a business perspective, so why did they have to drag me, "the female audience" into their argument? Pffffft!

Tuesday, July 07, 2009

The Trip Ahead

I've often mentioned that My Sweetie sometimes brings home little prizes from work. He gets all sorts of random things. Last week he brought home this little blank-paged book:
As soon as I saw it I said, "That's great! I'll take it on my trip!" I won't have access to a computer for a week on the road trip I am taking with my daughter in August, so I thought it would be perfect for keeping notes on what I do each day. Then I thought that on the back page I would make a list of goofy things to talk about when we get bored. So far I've come up with this:
That first one took my second husband and myself all the way to St. Louis from Fort Worth. Which was 10 1/2 hours of drive time. You'd be surprised by how many old expressions like "You can lead a horse to water but you can't make him drink" and "We'll cross that bridge when we come to it" there are. Well I can tell you that there are 10 1/2 hours of them. And maybe we even missed a few. But anyway, I was hoping some of you might have some suggestions of things to add to the list. And I don't mean any of the regular stuff involving billboards or license plates or cows or the alphabet game which we played ad infinitum all those years of picking up my daughter from her dad's house. What I'm looking for are odd or goofy topics that will require some time and thought. And hopefully a few laughs.
By the way, on the dog thing, I think I'd be a yorkshire terrier because they are highly excitable and quite yappy. Oddly, I do not like yorkshire terriers. But that sort of makes sense since they always say that no one would like to hang out with themself. And if I had to be a yorkshire terrier, I would certainly hope that my owner would tie my hair back because I absolutely detest having hair in my face.

Monday, July 06, 2009

48 Hours? Whuut?

Man! Talk about your circadian rhythm being off. The last two days felt like I had displaced myself from the space/time continuum. Filling the unforgiving minute? Hardly. I don't know why I was so floogy, but the last two days spun by like all the clocks had been sped up. Either that or my whole self was going at 3/4 normal time. I felt like I was rushing and going nowhere and couldn't quite catch up. It was very disconcerting. I hope when I wake up later today, I'll be back on real time.

Saturday, July 04, 2009

Another 4th of July

Happy Birthday to the good old U.S. of A.!
The land of the free and
the home of the brazen brave!
And as usual here are:
Now I must go start my next project
which begins with this:

Thursday, July 02, 2009

Which Way to the Harness Store?

I saw a claymation TV commercial tonight that had a cat in it and my weird brain went, "I want to make a clay cat!" So I made this little guy:

That's how any and all of my creative endeavors come about. I get a brain zing and then I want to do it. It's the same with anything: a meal, the footstool, the coffee table, the cat pillows, my sponged bathroom walls. But I don't really have any control over it. When a bunch of you said, "You should have your own TV show!" I laughed because I can't just do this stuff. It has to happen on its own.
And the really weird part is, after I've actually done something I look at it and go, "Wow! I can't believe I did that. I couldn't do that again if you held a gun to my head." This old sketch of comics was in an old spiral notebook:

I used to run across it once in a while and it still amazes me. The last time I found it, I cut it out and framed it - and I still can't believe I drew that stuff. Well, except for Snoopy. I've been drawing Snoopy since I was in Junior High. I think I drew those in the 80's and I remember that I was reading the comics and had a sudden urge to draw some of them. It was totally a one time deal and has never happened again.
I just wish I could somehow harness these creative spurts and use them at will, but I can't. And it's really pretty goofy to be walking around in your own house constantly asking yourself, "How did I do that?"

Wednesday, July 01, 2009

Hooked On....

I have an obsession with hooks. I love hooks and have all types everywhere. I have a hook on almost every door in the house and some doors have hooks on both sides. When we bought the house there were a few hooks on the backs of the bathroom doors and that was good and all, but they were plastic and the stick on type. The pic to the left there is a magnetic hook on my fridge. Magnetic hooks are great and I have several in my garage. The plastic hooks in the pics below were already here with the exception of the "over the door" hook, which I think is a kickass invention. My very favorite hook is a metal work hook that I bought at Main Street Arts Festival several years ago. I have that on the coat closet door. The metal worker artist gave me his card but the number was no good after I left a few messages. I wanted to buy more stuff, but he never called back and then the number was dead. I don't know what that was about. And he's never been back to Main Street. Anyway this is that hook:
Something about it makes me think of Dr. Seuss. Maybe it reminds me of Little Mary Lou Who's hair or something. I'm not sure, but I really love it. Here are some examples of more of the hooks here.

Another thing that came with the house was a peg board in the garage and I really love that. I mean, it is HOOK CITY.:

I actually had lots more pictures of hooks, but I realized it really was starting to feel like overkill. I can't help it. I really love hooks. I think a perfect house would have hooks everywhere. Do you have something like that in your house that you are a fanatic about?