Would you like to check out my e-bay? Here's the link....I have so much more merchandise to list....it's all great stuff. I've been busy with lots of "mixups" lately....SURPRISE!
http://stores.ebay.com/littlemarymixup?_rdc=1
I missed you...hope everyone had a great weekend. I'm too tired to upload my photos....stay tuned! See ya soon.
Sunday, April 4, 2010
I shall try to type this with the proper capital letters and some fine punctuation....oops...unless i feel like I need to use my dot dot dots as my breath when I'm talking! This remedial typing that needs work....typing with all of the proper capitals seem to make me really slow down and not tell my stories as I have to think so hard for my fingers hitting the right keys...at the right time...my rythym feels off! got that? got that my good old friend?......the friend who became my friend because she made me laugh, in the most horrible math class, with the most horrible teacher, who droned on and on....as if freshman algebra wasn't boring enough!!
She made me laugh so hard, that I spent many afternoons after school....with the horrible teacher....who we called "lurch"....only because he was just as creepy. I had extracurricular boredom with lurch.
As I curse at they keyboard, I will think of my friend...perhaps even cursing her for suggesting capital letters...that take up more energy than my piano lessons. oh! But of course, she played piano well too. And a great writer....who just wants capitals.
I'll give it a try....like that would really make people read this blathering blog! blah..blah..blah...blah..blahG!
Back to the blog, since I've given my greatest critic such a huge ego that I will have to hear all about it forever...even if I get one new follower....ONE! She will tell me, for the rest of our lives, that each new follower has stayed to read my blog because of HER capitals. O.k., she is a LEO and I am a LEO....we do understand our lioness features....she knew she could get me....just by telling me proper capitalization would take my blog to the big time! And how could we not be friends? Our Leo egos... we have a mutual admiration society! Leos know Leos....notice the capitals.
This is a friend who has been there through thick and thin, ups and downs, a very unpleasant math class and an even worse home ec class....as in becky home ecky.......and through it all, we've both been very grateful for the continuing goodness in our lives....and the hysterical laughter that we provide for each other....through good times and bad! This is the friend who everyone dreams of when they imagine a really great friend.
And how could it be possible for Leos to be friends?
Don't have the explanation. As a matter of fact, I'm surrounded by some great Leo friends...and a sister in law, another great Leo. You would think that the Leo personalities would require others WITHOUT the Leo ego and leonine ways.......but, NO! We all feed off of each other and there are enough of us to keep us all seen and heard.....and praised! And loving our highlights....only a Leo would have so much conversation about hair color, hair style, hair cut, shampoo, blow dryers.....and our claws, our nails....and our paws. It's just what we do. Not even obnoxious....to us. It is not anything I can explain....it's a Leo thing. If you know any, just listen....you'll start to notice your friend calling you in tears about a canceled hair color, cut appointment or a hairdresser's retirement. They will care, like crazy, about their Lion's den at home....the color and comfort of course....and the quality! It's just crazy....to others....NOT to us! I wish you all luck if you have Leo children.
By the way, I missed you yesterday. We finally got out of this house with the septic troubles and the Connecticut flooding last week. It was Easter...a weekend to visit family. A great time to get out of town! Literally, we left our "stinkin" home and headed to visit family....and stay at a hotel.
It was a rough week for many reasons. Of course, the septic goes without saying, but I'll say it anyway. I'm needy, can you tell? It just stinks...for real. The flooding combined with the septic could have put any family over the edge. Have no fear, we are used to "mixups" of many varieties. Really, this was a walk through the park. Biff was home and not out of town. That might have put me over the edge. Doing it together always keeps us on our toes...tippy toes in this case....tippy toes with big rubber boots.
We had a bit of an issue. It was a tad unpleasant last week. More than a tad. The last week was based on the book, "If you give a mouse a cookie",
http://www.amazon.com/You-Give-Mouse-Cookie-Give/dp/0060245867
the story we read over and over and over....is now read to us on you tube!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZFKzriYtEt8
You see, we had the septic trouble Monday night. When we found the problem, we had to turn off the water. No water to be used until the septic people arrive, Tuesday. No water for our showers. We adapt. One shower missed is just an inconvenience.
It was Monday night that we had to skip showers. The rain began Monday afternoon. Tuesday morning we had no shower since the water was still off. That was inconvenient, but not a big deal.
Tuesday morning the septic people were coming. There was an appointment I had to get to. Life. It would be fine. All that I needed to do was leave the basement open for the guys. That's when the flooding was noted. That's when the boots went on. That's when I walked through about 5" of mook. That's when I cried as I swished through the rising mook, cried and held my nose. There was no chance I could leave this house, the arc.
Septic guys arrived. The work was done. The Haz-vak suits arrived to clean up. Haz-vak guys could not open the door since the water was too deep. The Haz-vac suits would leave and be back after the rain stopped. Whenever that might be.
That's when the water kept rising....4"...5"......6".....7"..................that's when Biff arrived home....after many updates en route. That's when he proudly displayed the last sump pump on the Connecticut shoreline. To "tide" us over until the Haz-vac guys come back.
Biff starts our first sump pump of our homeowner life. I may haul furniture..indoor/ outdoor.....paint furniture...indoor/outdoor.....paint the house....clean the house...design our landscaping.....work on the landscaping....pushing, rolling and lifting rocks.....much more than some women would even consider. I had to draw the line at sump pump pride It just would not be. It did nothing for me. The gag factor was too great! This was the big league. This was a Biff job....apology accepted, thankfully.
Tuesday night would have been the night for our showers....UNTIL the waters kept rising.....our oil burner motor burned out in the flooding. The Has-Vat guys wouldn't be here.....til the sunshine....no shower Wednesday morning....no shower Wednesday night.....no shower Thursday morning....no shower Thursday night....no shower Friday morning....lots of gardening, lots of dirt, lots of rocks and rolling....my landscape world...with
Biff.
We were out of the house! We considered this our date. We were too exhausted to even go to a movie as a date. Spring cleaning outdoors was just the thing. Life. New Life. Easter weekend!
That's when our neighbors drove by. That's when we discussed the week of rain and more rain and flooding and more flooding. That's when we spoke of my sump pump hero. That's when I confessed my filth....although they noticed me gardening in my Lilly Pulitzer skirt....covered in dirt. Oops. That's when they offered their home for a shower!
AWKWARD. Very. .........................after so many days trying to lay low...with most of MY laundry caught in the flood, I was living in yoga pants! Charming. Truly.
Friends had offered their showers. I kept hanging on to the hope it would all be resolved. Saturday we would be leaving to see family...we were never so happy to stay in a hotel....just for the shower! It was Friday. Biff had a few cold showers...he couldn't wear yoga pants to work!
Right then and there I caved....I would be over...for my first shower since the wacky week began. Our neighbor was the pastor of one of our local churches. Awkward!
I got over it and guess what? It was their guest bathroom....it was like a spa. There children are older and have moved out on their own. Bottles of shampoo, body gels, facial cleansers, bubble bath and 253 other bottles, empty and full ....no towels on the floor....were not on the scene. I had found heaven....right across the street.
Clean! I asked if I could shower at their spa every night....quiet....alone....peaceful....ZEN shower.
Saturday we left to see family. It had been 2 years since I had been back home, to the town where I grew up. Not since my mom's funeral. Without going to that world....2 years. IT WAS WONDERFUL!
The fun and family and hotel with the shower! We got to the hotel just before midnight. We checked in, went to the room, settled in with a few trips to the bathroom.......and that's when the flooding began! Fast and furious, the water began overflowing....and overflowing....it wouldn't stop.....we closed the door! We called the desk! We moved to a new room and started over.
BEEEEP>>>BEEEEEP>>>>BEEEP>>>BACK IT UP ......RIGHT HERE>>>>BACK UP>>>MORE>>>MORE>>>MORE>>>>STOP RIGHT HERE>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
DUMP IT HERE!!!!!!!
After church, on Easter Sunday....outside the church...with the family we had seen the night before.....we told our tale! We all howled with laughter....it's following us!
Tomorrow the Haz-vac guys arrive! Who knows what will happen next. We know if there's somehow. Hopefully, we'll get a shower......before Memorial Day!
She made me laugh so hard, that I spent many afternoons after school....with the horrible teacher....who we called "lurch"....only because he was just as creepy. I had extracurricular boredom with lurch.
As I curse at they keyboard, I will think of my friend...perhaps even cursing her for suggesting capital letters...that take up more energy than my piano lessons. oh! But of course, she played piano well too. And a great writer....who just wants capitals.
I'll give it a try....like that would really make people read this blathering blog! blah..blah..blah...blah..blahG!
Back to the blog, since I've given my greatest critic such a huge ego that I will have to hear all about it forever...even if I get one new follower....ONE! She will tell me, for the rest of our lives, that each new follower has stayed to read my blog because of HER capitals. O.k., she is a LEO and I am a LEO....we do understand our lioness features....she knew she could get me....just by telling me proper capitalization would take my blog to the big time! And how could we not be friends? Our Leo egos... we have a mutual admiration society! Leos know Leos....notice the capitals.
This is a friend who has been there through thick and thin, ups and downs, a very unpleasant math class and an even worse home ec class....as in becky home ecky.......and through it all, we've both been very grateful for the continuing goodness in our lives....and the hysterical laughter that we provide for each other....through good times and bad! This is the friend who everyone dreams of when they imagine a really great friend.
And how could it be possible for Leos to be friends?
Don't have the explanation. As a matter of fact, I'm surrounded by some great Leo friends...and a sister in law, another great Leo. You would think that the Leo personalities would require others WITHOUT the Leo ego and leonine ways.......but, NO! We all feed off of each other and there are enough of us to keep us all seen and heard.....and praised! And loving our highlights....only a Leo would have so much conversation about hair color, hair style, hair cut, shampoo, blow dryers.....and our claws, our nails....and our paws. It's just what we do. Not even obnoxious....to us. It is not anything I can explain....it's a Leo thing. If you know any, just listen....you'll start to notice your friend calling you in tears about a canceled hair color, cut appointment or a hairdresser's retirement. They will care, like crazy, about their Lion's den at home....the color and comfort of course....and the quality! It's just crazy....to others....NOT to us! I wish you all luck if you have Leo children.
By the way, I missed you yesterday. We finally got out of this house with the septic troubles and the Connecticut flooding last week. It was Easter...a weekend to visit family. A great time to get out of town! Literally, we left our "stinkin" home and headed to visit family....and stay at a hotel.
It was a rough week for many reasons. Of course, the septic goes without saying, but I'll say it anyway. I'm needy, can you tell? It just stinks...for real. The flooding combined with the septic could have put any family over the edge. Have no fear, we are used to "mixups" of many varieties. Really, this was a walk through the park. Biff was home and not out of town. That might have put me over the edge. Doing it together always keeps us on our toes...tippy toes in this case....tippy toes with big rubber boots.
We had a bit of an issue. It was a tad unpleasant last week. More than a tad. The last week was based on the book, "If you give a mouse a cookie",
http://www.amazon.com/You-Give-Mouse-Cookie-Give/dp/0060245867
the story we read over and over and over....is now read to us on you tube!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZFKzriYtEt8
You see, we had the septic trouble Monday night. When we found the problem, we had to turn off the water. No water to be used until the septic people arrive, Tuesday. No water for our showers. We adapt. One shower missed is just an inconvenience.
It was Monday night that we had to skip showers. The rain began Monday afternoon. Tuesday morning we had no shower since the water was still off. That was inconvenient, but not a big deal.
Tuesday morning the septic people were coming. There was an appointment I had to get to. Life. It would be fine. All that I needed to do was leave the basement open for the guys. That's when the flooding was noted. That's when the boots went on. That's when I walked through about 5" of mook. That's when I cried as I swished through the rising mook, cried and held my nose. There was no chance I could leave this house, the arc.
Septic guys arrived. The work was done. The Haz-vak suits arrived to clean up. Haz-vak guys could not open the door since the water was too deep. The Haz-vac suits would leave and be back after the rain stopped. Whenever that might be.
That's when the water kept rising....4"...5"......6".....7"..................that's when Biff arrived home....after many updates en route. That's when he proudly displayed the last sump pump on the Connecticut shoreline. To "tide" us over until the Haz-vac guys come back.
Biff starts our first sump pump of our homeowner life. I may haul furniture..indoor/ outdoor.....paint furniture...indoor/outdoor.....paint the house....clean the house...design our landscaping.....work on the landscaping....pushing, rolling and lifting rocks.....much more than some women would even consider. I had to draw the line at sump pump pride It just would not be. It did nothing for me. The gag factor was too great! This was the big league. This was a Biff job....apology accepted, thankfully.
Tuesday night would have been the night for our showers....UNTIL the waters kept rising.....our oil burner motor burned out in the flooding. The Has-Vat guys wouldn't be here.....til the sunshine....no shower Wednesday morning....no shower Wednesday night.....no shower Thursday morning....no shower Thursday night....no shower Friday morning....lots of gardening, lots of dirt, lots of rocks and rolling....my landscape world...with
Biff.
We were out of the house! We considered this our date. We were too exhausted to even go to a movie as a date. Spring cleaning outdoors was just the thing. Life. New Life. Easter weekend!
That's when our neighbors drove by. That's when we discussed the week of rain and more rain and flooding and more flooding. That's when we spoke of my sump pump hero. That's when I confessed my filth....although they noticed me gardening in my Lilly Pulitzer skirt....covered in dirt. Oops. That's when they offered their home for a shower!
AWKWARD. Very. .........................after so many days trying to lay low...with most of MY laundry caught in the flood, I was living in yoga pants! Charming. Truly.
Friends had offered their showers. I kept hanging on to the hope it would all be resolved. Saturday we would be leaving to see family...we were never so happy to stay in a hotel....just for the shower! It was Friday. Biff had a few cold showers...he couldn't wear yoga pants to work!
Right then and there I caved....I would be over...for my first shower since the wacky week began. Our neighbor was the pastor of one of our local churches. Awkward!
I got over it and guess what? It was their guest bathroom....it was like a spa. There children are older and have moved out on their own. Bottles of shampoo, body gels, facial cleansers, bubble bath and 253 other bottles, empty and full ....no towels on the floor....were not on the scene. I had found heaven....right across the street.
Clean! I asked if I could shower at their spa every night....quiet....alone....peaceful....ZEN shower.
Saturday we left to see family. It had been 2 years since I had been back home, to the town where I grew up. Not since my mom's funeral. Without going to that world....2 years. IT WAS WONDERFUL!
The fun and family and hotel with the shower! We got to the hotel just before midnight. We checked in, went to the room, settled in with a few trips to the bathroom.......and that's when the flooding began! Fast and furious, the water began overflowing....and overflowing....it wouldn't stop.....we closed the door! We called the desk! We moved to a new room and started over.
BEEEEP>>>BEEEEEP>>>>BEEEP>>>BACK IT UP ......RIGHT HERE>>>>BACK UP>>>MORE>>>MORE>>>MORE>>>>STOP RIGHT HERE>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
DUMP IT HERE!!!!!!!
After church, on Easter Sunday....outside the church...with the family we had seen the night before.....we told our tale! We all howled with laughter....it's following us!
Tomorrow the Haz-vac guys arrive! Who knows what will happen next. We know if there's somehow. Hopefully, we'll get a shower......before Memorial Day!
Friday, April 2, 2010
i never got to tell you about daisy's birthday!
it was quite a busy day for me and i had lots of e-bay to send off at the post office.
running around for hours and getting life stuff accomplished was very nice...but, i am a little kooky about birthdays, in general. i just like to make a birthday special...and festive...apparently, that's really for me.
and that's how daisy's little outing came to be. we went to town..daisy and fitzy seemed thrilled to be out for a ride in the car....i imagined it was because of the birthday fun...but friends have gently reminded me that daisy and fitzy just thought they were going to the beach! well, that's not what their imaginary thought balloons told me!
daisy, on her 8th birthday still is the sweetest, most gentle, intuitive dog in my world! she loves us all and is here with us through thick and thin. she's been to montessori, grammar schools, middle school, high school and she attended fairfield university! she was THE most popular girl on the quad! she's well rounded....she has played t-ball, softball, soccer, lacrosse and certainly her best sport of all.....swimming and plain old catch!
this is fitzy....i'd know that snoot anywhere! fitzy is a dog with the need to repeatedly remind me that her need for love is great, very, very great!
i think of it as "love in your face!"
and i've decided, if it's love she needs so desperately, it's love she shall have. she's so sweet and gentle and soft as a bunny....it's the gentle that's a challenge when there's a crumb in the vicinity...within 3 miles. this is a dog who has a nose for trouble...or, i should say, barbeques.
i really do love fitz! she makes me laugh. she can be needy, i think it's separation anxiety....she lived with 4 kids under 6, in a crate a lot, for almost a year, then she lived with a day care provider who had a billion kids at her home everyday. i just don't think she ever got enough golden love. she has her marley moments and we love her anyway! she needs love she craves. as i always say, daisy came to the nursing home with me to visit my mom.....she stopped for lots of the elderly people and loved having them pet her and talk to her......fitzgerald, fitzy, so delighted to feel the love, she jumped right up on my mom...in bed.....it was shortly after we arrived back home, that the nursing home gave us a call to let us know that next time, it might be a good idea to leave the dogs home! daisy always came with me to "gramma's house".....fitzy went once and got us kicked out!
as we walked through town, daisy and fitz started a sit in at one of the restaurants....they could smell the garlic. i humored them but continued on!
of course, fitzy held out the longest. i told them if they had brought their own charge card, i might have considered it...after all, it was time for birthday fun!
as biff likes to call them. as you can see, daisy is looking towards the water....so ready for a swim! fitzy, however, is still standing attention toward the aroma! she reminds me of the dogs in "the lady and the tramp"
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5WxDdz-Anls
they had no idea what i had in mind!
they had some water at the little "water bar".....
after slurping up a few gallons, they were sniffing up a storm...and ready for a bite to eat.
hold the popcorn.
for the birthday treat!
daisy and fitz had some fun...town, a treat, the movies...age appropriate....showing,
"marley and me"
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cedG470nTD8
"beethoven"http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7eHgKg36xsY,
or "cats and dogs" http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D7zjFUgDI
daisy had a great birthday
When T.J. got home from school today, he looked up the hill and noticed me standing at the front door to welcome him home from school. It's not often that I get away with that! It seems that he was not in the least bit embarrassed to have me waiting there, although he did have something to say about me standing at the door. He quipped, "Mom, I'm not embarrassed by you. This time, I'm embarrassed FOR you!" I actually think he was relieved to know that I hadn't been out in the real world all day.
Do I really look like I'm concerned that my kids don't know I'm cool? A legend in my own mind....ssshhhhhhhhhh.
Oh my, it was my pebbles pony tail i had forgotten to take out. Funny how that happens when you don't get a shower for quite some time! Oh yeah, I'm looking HOT today! Not only am I thankful that I don't have to wear pantyhose everyday to work, since my only position is volunteer stuff, mom stuff, Me stuff and E-bay stuff. Who could be happier than me not having to worry at a time like this?
Oh sure, we have wonderful friends who have welcomed us into their showers! Don't take that the wrong way! I just figured we'd have it figured out by now. Looks like the health department may escort me to a shower if only to get the pebbles ponytail ripped out of my head.
T.J. settled in after school, I got a text message from Grace to let me know it was time to pick her up after her lacrosse practice. How Pavlovian of me! The bell rings and i salivate. Not always. It depends on the tone of the text. For awhile there, Grace had some demanding tones in her texts that were beginning to feel like ransom notes. That changed after I texted back and forth with her 4 and 5 times suggesting that she say please.....and thank you ......and would you? could you?, not just get me! It took awhile but she got the "message".
As it turns out, Grace had plans to go see a movie with her good friend, Kailee. They both loved The Last Song by Nicholas Sparks and it has just been released. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WDatVBiHUgM
Sometimes, 15 year olds love a real tearjerker. Kailee and Grace love the very scary movies and the tearjerkers. It's fun to have a friend who shares that combo! We went to buy the tickets yesterday so there would be no room for error. That's my first child, getting things done right!
After so much rain, today was Grace's first practice of the year. All of the others had been rained out. Before leaving the house, the Pebbles pony tail was whipped into a sort of bun head. Just the look I've been looking for! I picked Grace up with 2 friends on the team and we went to get some refreshments in town. Fun for all of us! Except one catch....I realized it might be best if I stayed in the car. At 15, they may have been relieved.
Clothing was a bit scarce considering that most of my laundry had been in the basement, sorted, in baskets on the floor, when the tides came in. Our family is not lacking in the clothing department. Of all of my Becky Home Ecky issues, laundry is usually not my problem. That routine is very well orchestrated in this house. Biff and I have this down.
Although I do my best to keep it all moving through the cycle well, Biff is tuned in and will move like wildfire when he hears a beep on his Timex Ironman watch!http://www.timex.com/Sport-Ironman-Products-Products/b/2223481011
Talk about Pavlovian.
So, here I am Thursday night, wearing yoga pants and a t-shirt and a fleece....very similar to my ensemble yesterday. It's not that I hope to be the belle of the ball, but my take on relaxed fridays seems to be all week long this week. It's all o.k. Breathe.....breathe....breathe. could I join some sort of crunchy cult to help me get through this? Maybe a 12 step hygiene group? Speaking from first hand experience, it's not likely since no one would rent a hall out for the group to hold meetings.
Are you as tired of this as I am? Sorry to bore you with the details. It's just like how ya need to share the whole dentist appointment with someone....why is that? People love to share the freak details of their life?
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