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 Miss Lori of course.

 

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Stinky

Greetings folks.  A little excitement yesterday created a real stink in the house.  Our new smooth top stove has burner knobs in the front which can be easily moved by Keebler hips.  The first time, it was Mark, while he was installing the backsplash in the corner near the range.  We caught it early enough to not set the pot holder on fire, only take the color off and make it very flat. 

The second time was when I was priming the backsplash after moving items from that area onto the stovetop.  If I hadn't smelled the stench, I may not have turned around and things would have been worse.  The apples' plastic bag with the cardboard inside melted to the smooth surface and ignited the cardboard.  The apples cooked on one side too.  We immediately starting scraping the melted plastic with a razor blade before it could harden.  Many applications and scrubs with Affresh finally removed it all but the top isn't as black as before.  Usually, a melt such as this permanently damages the top.  We have now taken the knobs off and will only use them when we are cooking.  I also need to have someone come out and check the temps because I can't even saute onions on Low without burning.

 

Now, the new dishwasher is a different odor, more like Rodent Rendezvous.  Bosch, smelled terrible when we received it with inside paperwork damp (they physically test each one which is why it was wet).  After using it the odor disappeared but with only two of us, it's not run every day and that stench is back.  I have to air it by keeping a paint stick in the door so it won't close.  What I'm trying to tell you is - my house reeks right now.  Good thing I have Misi Axel's scents in my linen drawers.

 

And here's a tip for you.  So you're not happy with your new car's center console.  You want to see the interior of a different car that's parked in the same lot.   You can't see inside very well so you need to lean in with your hands shading your eyes and resting on the window.  Don't do it.  Just sayin'.

 

 

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Crabass

Hey.  What's happening?  Nothing interesting happening here which I guess is good.  Interesting can sometimes require deep thought and crabs just wanna crab, not contemplate.

 

 I installed the hard drive and downloaded all the drivers to get the Dell up and running but now I have to get all the programs and set up mail and such.  What a pain in my Pecan Sandies butt.  This old laptop's touchpad button needs to be pounded in order to work and I haven't been reading and visiting much at all.  Seems the stitching slump is leaching into blogging and computer time.  Big confession is, I have not picked up a needle since.... I don't know.  But with my memory problems, who knows?  Maybe it's only been a couple of days, maybe a week.  For the first time since I quit stitching all those years ago, I am not purchasing any new charts.  I have enough samplers to last quite a while but that never stopped me before.  I love what I see but don't feel that I will be stitching much longer.  That's scary.

 

 

We're getting the brats set up in the garage for cold weather and Yellow Cat is still terrorizing.  Bud has been oozing from a huge bite infection and has wounds all over.  He's on an antibiotic but the buildup continues faster than the draining.  I've used all the good flea products faithfully and have food grade diatomaceous earth on their carpets and bedding, but they still have fleas.  All it takes is one bite and I break out with 50.  I don't know how that's possible but I attract those little bastards and must have an allergic reaction to their bites. Comparing their itch to a mosquito bite is like Moby Dick to a minnow.  Mark has NONE and Bud lays on him every day.  I walked through the garage and came in with one in my sock.  My mom loved polka dots and that's what I look like from the knees to toes.

 

We're finishing the stove area and microwave cabinet after giving up on Dominic, should be done in a few days.  The duct work and vent for the fan is the final problem and because I chose a model from a manufacturer that no one local deals with, no one will do the installation.  Bite me. 

 

Maybe we will have sunshine and warmer temps this week. 

Hope your week will have some bright spots too.

 

Later pals.

 

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The pants dance

Hello folks.  Enjoying the Fall weather?  Our beautiful week is over and dreary rain has moved in along with chilly temperatures.  October.  What a bitch.  Anyway, I've decided to keep at Sally which isn't that far from completion.  Foolish to quit now, but I plan to work on a smaller project at the same time and trade off.  I'm a one project to completion stitcher but I did take a short break for a small recently and I handled it better than expected.  What I expected was to continue finding smalls in order to avoid going back to the large.  So now I'll try the small one evening, and the large the next and see how that goes, afraid to put Sally aside completely. 

 

I forgot to mention that the day we came home from the car exchange, the lamps flickered for a moment, and shortly after I smelled my mom.  Distinctly.  She never really wore perfume but always had a lovely scent which was unmistakably hers.  I felt my parents telling me they were pleased.  And here we go with the weepies again.  I do have her Evening in Paris talc, still full, and for some reason cannot locate the little blue cologne bottle.  For decades they sat on her dresser, even when we brought her here, and I've kept them together ever since.  But it's gone.  My mom always saved things "for good", as did my grandmother, thinking they may never be replaced.  Neither had any spare money to spend on themselves, whatever little they had went for the children's needs.  I inherited that "save it for good" philosophy unfortunately, and also their lack of money for replacements.

 

Most of you are probably smarter than I am and sit down to put on your pants.  I do the pants dance.  Standing, right leg in first and then I raise the left, expecting it to easily enter the leg opening as it did all those prior years of youth when hormones were plentiful and limbs were limber.  Sometimes it makes the leg opening, most times it doesn't.  This starts the pants dance.  Hopping on the right leg trying to keep balance, hunched over and holding onto the pants, tapping the left foot on the floor after every failure. I really get a good rhythm going.  This dance move has me hopping and tapping while my body continues moving to the right until a wall intervenes.  This is my own style of hip-hop.  Why the hell don't I give in and sit down? 

 

Maybe next month.

 

Have a great week and thanks for visiting.

 

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The never ending sampler

I think we've all had at least one. 

 

 Whether it's boredom, a slump, continual errors, or a chore to stitch, some projects we want to be over just drag on.  Sally Fiske is an easy stitch, but I am so tired of needing to complete her, that it has become a necessary chore during a slump.  Double whammy.  Add to that being a crabass and it's a triple whammy.  Even though I am not feeling the love for the needle, Ann Spence 1801 in all her large glory, is on my mind.  Why would I ever consider another large project right now? Christmas projects may be a better choice. 

Bitchy for me is being nasty about a situation, crabby is being displeased and complaining about everything.  So naturally my stitching is affected too.  I think the car, kitchen, and computer are contributors.  The Windows CD is coming tomorrow and I will install the new hard drive too.  My car left yesterday and Carole is thrilled, filling it with Il Divo's magnificent music.  For me, I hate the new one.  No open trays or storage, very cramped.  My purse went on the passenger floor which left Mark with very little room.  If I bought instead of leased, I would have the option to change.  So I ate a tray of Keebler's Pecan Sandies and a bag of cashews.  So far.  What right do I have to be crabby about trivial things when so many are dealing with real issues?  The refugee situation is so heartbreaking and then what do I also think about?  The thousands of dogs and pets that were left behind to suffer.  I remember many years ago, watching the videos of people fleeing on trains and their dogs running alongside trying desperately to keep up but ultimately left behind.  So in addition to crabby, I'm also very emotional.  Who isn't??  Snap out of it!  Now that I wrote it down, maybe when I read it I will wise up. 

Still waiting for Dominic's final work but we decided to install the new dishwasher before the custom panel for its door is finished.  That metal contraption can break your arm if you're not careful.  Without the weight of the door panel, it won't stay open to load and snaps shut like a shark's jaw.  Bud got a new box from it.  He was ill from bites (Yellow Cat) and the infection is almost gone.  We are setting up the condos in the garage where their food will be dry and they will be safe all night.  Nitzy and Missy are actually going in there to eat which is a huge step.  Mark just checked on them and found Yellow Cat in the garage eating their food while they surrounded him with hair on end.

 

I just saw an ad on TV for Menopause the Musical play.  What's to sing about?  Did you ever break into song during the moods, flashes, weepies, nasties, and don't-touch-me moments?  I've yelled and screamed but never in tune.

 

Thanks for visiting.

 

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Correction

Damn.  I double checked it all and the chart was fine - until I saw it posted.  If you made a copy of either, do it again please.  The pumpkin was missing a few stitches and the word moon was not over enough.  Sorry!

 

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