warm and cozy

warm and cozy

Thursday, March 23, 2017

There are several reasons she is my bestie

and not just because she has offered to help me hide the bodies...on more than a few occasions.

What can I say I'm very Irish...and Scottish but lets not forget the Italian and Native American so I speak of the utmost consequences when my feelings are poked with a stick. Unfortunately, usually out loud.

She gets this about me.

I was lucky enough to get her as a coworker for a few blessed years (we were already friends of several years).  She talked me off many a ledge during a few of the dark days.

She continues to be a cohort in my antics, like the following exchange this week.  We ususally chat everyday via text and email and it started like this.

From Me:
Subject: Re: I want my old stapler....I should have taken it...damn it!

Reply from bestie:

From Me:
That makes me want to cry…I am sure it misses me too…my poor blue baby, in that bitches clutches, makes me CRAZY….

Reply from bestie:

From Me (4 hours later):
Now I miss my scissors, but that is because I have none L.  

Reply from bestie:
Oh lord!   I'm at XXXXXXX's office.  (sorry had to blank the name for besties safety)

From Me:
Good tell her , that I would like my stapler for my years of working the call schedule in her favor….pleaseeeessssss…..

Reply from bestie:

From Me:
No, its not funny this is serious….the one I have is a total crap waste of tin, I am loosing muscle mass because my old one was ancient and heavy….ITS A TOTAL EMERGENCY!

Reply from bestie:
Easy now, it'll be okay, lift some canned goods when you get home

From Me:
It’s not the same..WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.  Id so be on the floor kicking and screaming right now, if we didn’t have security in the building

Reply from bestie:
May have to take you to mental health

From Me:
As long as I get my stapler, I don’t care……

Reply from bestie:

......before anyone gets any crazy notions, no crime has been committed.  My stapler (I used it for 18 yrs, its mine) is still being held hostage by the ungrateful organization that caused me to leave my snug happy place...bastards.... I know, I know... I chose to move on but until you use a crappy stapler that you want to throw through a window, you don't realize how you had it good in the world of staplers, umm and scissors.  I might mention tape dispensers too. 
But I shall persevere.... I have no choice, there is still paper to be stapled and taped back together after I rip it because I really do not have a pair of scissors.

Now, on the off chance anyone out there has the power to persuade the communist sect that has my relished desk utensils to release them, for they are old and heavy and NEED ME, I would be forever grateful.

Now you all can see why she is my bestie.... gem of a woman...Mental health my ass....

ps... this isn't the end of the bestie conversation (to be continued)

Monday, March 20, 2017

As we dig out

from the snow, I've kept myself busy.  I did miss a day and half of work last week
due to the snow storms.

So I cleaned and rearranged.  My new spring mantel.

I kept hooking...


I finished the small table top rug.  Yes, the jelly beans were ONLY for size reference.

the fact they disappeared soon after the photo, is of no relevance.
Karen from Waterloo Woolen's told me I should be very proud of my first hooking piece that I did excellent work. That really made my day on Saturday.

 I started a few small quilting projects as well

Rick Rack Roses, work in progress.

and this log cabin pumpkin in the process of machine quilting.

both will be small wall hangings.

We have been working on ways to cut back financially.  Next on the chopping block is our television service, Direct TV.  Out in the country we only have a few options as cable doesn't run out this far.  The price we pay for the few channels we watch is a joke so to save $140.00( this is just for regular, no movie channels)  per month we have been trying our hands at watching programs from the internet. we both agree its time and I usually turn on the TV for noise and never actually pay attention to what's on so I have been  not turning on the TV and trying to enjoy the quiet and be purposeful in my media use.  I have been reading a lot more. 

Samantha showed me how to use my nook to borrow eBooks from the library and I have been enjoying it very much.

Today being the first day of spring, started with a nice Hoarfrost and a very foggy ride into work.  I hope spring doesn't keep us in suspense for to long.  I am looking forward to seeing all the tulip bulbs I planted in the fall make their appearance.

Thursday, February 23, 2017

Never ever love tap a spider

that is on your wife's leg.  First of all, a spider doesn't understand the little hint of a love tap (move away dear friend you are causing my wife to try and crawl out of the car going 60). 

No, a spider takes a love tap as a challenge.  Please forgive me but my lap is not the place for a challenge to the death, especially when it could be mine.

The spider when love tapped turns into a super sumo spider all eight legs turning in unison to visualize the threat, no, not my husband whom so gently smashed him, but me.  His little pinchers clicking with instant anger, looking for a place in my thigh to sink them in revenge.

Me, I was already trying to get away from the eight legged freak before there was a hint of danger, NOW I'm freaking the shit out!

Sweeping at his hairy little body until it fly's into the dash board and with the other free hand
smacking him to a satisfying bloody pulp. (note to self: need wet wipes in the car)

I then turn to my husband, who by the way is looking at me as if I had lost my mind and pronounced, "That is how you kill a spider!"

His lame reply: " I know honey I didn't think you wanted his guts on your pants."  Geeze, leave it to Joel to be sensitive at time like this... I could have been killed.

How did this all come about on a Thursday?   I went into work this morning and was told to leave, have a nice day, you will receive full pay.  They had to close the building due to a water main break and no restrooms. 
Nice... I wonder if tomorrow I shall be so lucky????

So I hung out with my husband and now we all know how that turned out. 

45 Allis Chalmers

This is what my dad and brothers started with.

This is how it looked this past weekend.

These guys amaze me.

Saturday, February 18, 2017

I wish I may, I wish I might

see this...

instead of this...

so instead of being on the road, I'll just work on this...

sometimes I just get this...taunting photo messages from my first born

rubbing it in that the apron is hers... I love Calvin and Hobbs.

She is such a brat.
with her mothers sense of humor...

look at all the awards on her apron.  She is such a great kid and does me proud, even if she is evil to me.

all snug as bugs in a rug.

I did have an adventure this week as I stopped at Waterloo Woolens on Main Street, Waterloo.  Wonderful shop full of antiques, primitives and WOOL HOOKING SUPPLIES.  The owners Kathy and Vin are amazing.  I was able to pick up a pattern by The Tattered Flag and she has a yummy supply of wools and she creates some over-dyes that are just lovely, too. 

Kathy was sweet to spend sometime with me going over my hooking and giving me tips.  After I purchased my wool they offered to let me use their cutter to make my gizzards (this is what Kathy called the wool strips)  So I settled in for a few hours of cutting strips.  She then welcomed me to the world of being a Wooly Hooker.  I am looking forward to meeting other ladies in the area that enjoy it too. 

I feel like I am entering the next chapter of my life in so many ways on so many different fronts at the same time.
As an empty nester
As an employee
As a wife
As an artist
As a woman.

I am now looking into doing things, meeting people that I  had in my mind as a vague notion of possibility.  And everyday something appears in my path that opens a new door.  In opening new doors I've had to make the choice to close a few old doors, let go of relationships that were one thing in my mind, but in reality were a totally different matter all together. Maybe even an illusion, and unfortunately illusions have no flaws.  This lead me to invest and hold on to them for far too long. 
When I pulled them out of their neat little packages and really looked at them, put them to the test, the results were heart wrenchingly wrong for me and fruitful to the other parties.

So I grieve, process and renew my commitments to living the rest of my life to the benefit of myself.  Its so hard, I have never put myself before anything before and I stumble.  Its like walking in high heels for the first time, I trip and think "good lord what am I doing"  then after a few sure steps I think "damn, I feel tall, sure. Please god don't let me twist my ankle".

Wednesday, February 15, 2017

Snow Moon keeps it's word

and continues to bring us more white stuff everyday.

The bunny quilt disappeared from my kitchen...

the moment Sam walked in the house and saw it...it was hers.

I have finally...yes finally started hooking a kit that I purchased almost 20 years ago and as feared, I like it...damn.
But I have been thinking that cross stitch just has not been as enjoyable as it had in the past, trying to read the patterns and the linen work just has gotten difficult.  So they may just off set each other, we will see.  I am not usually a quitter.

Friday, January 27, 2017

From the dark side of the moon

why?  because no one sees the dark side of the moon unless your brave and take a chance.  That is how I feel everyday when I go to my new job.  I took a chance and I LOVE what I get to do everyday.  It is more than I could have hoped for.
I miss a few of the people but I don't feel awful anymore, I don't feel stressed, I smile (and mean it).
With faith and working hard I am sure I can work my way up.

Its been a month and I have felt like doing things like exercise, moving my sewing room downstairs, quilting, reading.  I hope I can see more of the old (new and improved) me as the weeks progress.

I convinced Joel that he did not use the office enough to deprive me of the opportunity to sew more.  He agreed (GASP) so we swapped.  The results are below:

My first project out of the new sewing room that has been on my to do list forever!

Sam and her boyfriend and his nephew a few weeks ago.

My father and brother working on an Allis Chalmers restoration that my father began 20 plus years ago.  My brothers are amazing at these restoration projects.

Then just Zeek and the cat getting cozy and a cold winter night.

Its quiet here tonight, Joel has started working in Buffalo again this year and I am on my own for how long??? Joel calls it his yearly money grab and he will take the work till it fizzles out, maybe a few months.  He will come home a few weekends to catch up on sleep and keep his recliner molded.

The wind is blowing and rattling the windows and its supposed to get cold, cold again.  I have plans with Samantha tomorrow then the regular weekend maintenance (cleaning, laundry, old movies).

If you get a chance to be brave, this view from the dark side of the moon is worth it.

Monday, December 26, 2016

the fat man has left the building...Santa of course.

This year I kept my mother in the holiday by mastering her fudge recipe. No small feat.  It was the perfect blend of chocolate and creamy.  I knew if I could do it then my dad and brothers may feel just a little more of her presence with us this holiday.  Yesterday as my brothers tried it I saw the recognition and memories flit across their faces and I knew I nailed it.

Gingerbread boot camp this year was small and late, but still looked forward to by the little ones.

We have been waiting for the fence guy to fit us in his schedule and this past week was our turn. Originally we were going to just have wooden corner posts put in and new posts for the new gates that Joel had fabricated.  But we have had to fix this fence just too many times, so after getting new pricing we had all the posts replaced with wood and a hole new 4x2 fence put up.  The horse and sheep had just bent the other one to holy heck and for him to stretch the old beat up fence just didn't make sense, so we bit the bullet and put out the cash now.  We will be adding two strands of electric to keep them off the new fence.

This Christmas was really quiet.  Sam was on the road with her boyfriend and didn't meet up with us till 4pm on Sunday at my brothers.  Nate was working a 12 hour shift at his base hospital and could not make it home.  So Joel and I relaxed, cooked, puttered.  We joined the family for gift exchange and dinner.  It was simple and very much enjoyed.    My gift of wonderful flannel nightgowns from The Vermont Country Store, explained a strange phone call I received a few weeks ago from Joel that had me laughing and nervous about what I would get.

Joel called and asked what size are you?  an 8, 10?  I asked top or bottom?  Joel was like "huh? what's the size of your whole body?"  I told him sizes for women didn't work that way. I needed to know if it was top or bottom.  He still was insistent that he needed a size for my whole body so I said XL should do the trick.  But my imagination was running wild and I could not fathom what a whole body measurement was going to get me.   Whew....this one worked out.

Last week was my first week at my new job and I have to say I love the new work.  The people are nice, but it was terribly hard to leave the people I cared about at the old job. I found myself thinking about them a lot as my new co workers carried on conversations with the ease and familiarity that I had with my old crew and I found it odd to sit there silent, just smiling.

Then there was the relief to not have the pit in my stomach and throat every morning going in the office that had developed over time dealing with a difficult few.  I'm already finding that I want to do things that I have not wanted to do in a long time.  Stress is a funny thing, an invisible enemy that hides in corners you don't even know exist.

One day at a time.  Rebuilding is not done overnight.  This time I know more than last time, but not enough to be afraid.  

Next, is the New Years Party that will this year be at the Beckman's.