I didn’t feel well yesterday and went to bed at 8:30. I forgot to make a post, so I’m giving you this picture of our oak tree that I took on Sunday.
Don’t feel you have to make a good comment. It’s not a good post.
I didn’t feel well yesterday and went to bed at 8:30. I forgot to make a post, so I’m giving you this picture of our oak tree that I took on Sunday.
Don’t feel you have to make a good comment. It’s not a good post.
Here’s my new haircut.
I have no one to blame but myself. I have no established relationship with a reliable hairstylist – I just go to the places that take walk-ins. I gave no good directions except, “Make it shorter”. She commenced cutting.
My first tip should have been how she turned my chair away from the mirror. No, wait! My first tip should have been her own unnaturally-black-as-night hair with a yellowy-white stripe running down the center. I foolishly trusted that it would all come out fine. When it was over, I looked in the mirror, and there was a definite difference in the level of hair in front and the level in back. I asked her to fix it a little, then stopped her when I just kept losing hair.
I came home to wet it down and mess with it. I thought ‘If I can keep the front pushed back it’s not so bad”, until I realized….. I have a mullet.
A lifetime ago I used to enjoy bike riding. Nothing strenuous, just moseying around at a relaxed pace. Every so often I think about starting up again. We seem to have accumulated a fair amount of bicycles over the years. Lloyd bought two at a yard sale to fix up, but we never rode them. Brad has a cool tandem bike in our shed that would be awesome to fix up and ride – it will never get done. Two years ago I bought my neighbor’s bike that had two flat tires. I’ve never fixed them. Maybe this will be the summer that it happens. I hauled the latest one out of the shed on Sunday, washed off all the spider egg sacs (*jibblie*) and brought it into the basement. I wonder how long it will live down there? I’m almost certain that I should not replace those tire tubes myself. I could do the front tire, but the back tire involves gears which I’m sure to mess up. I’d like to have some sort of knowledgeable person do it so I don’t land on my face somewhere between here and work.
Happy Birthday, Philip! (my brother 🙂 )
This post is for Brad and our parents: We hope you’re proud of us, because we actually did yard work this afternoon! Yes, we went outside – where they keep all the fresh air and sunshine – and Lloyd mowed while I dug dead leaves out of the bushes. Whew! We’re actually in the market for a new mower, since I don’t trust how this one’s wheel keeps falling off. It looks like we’ll be buying a Toro from a dealer here in Seward. Look for it in next week’s posts!
Lloyd wants me to show you his haircut. He told Bob the Barber how much longer than the sides he wanted it on top (about an inch and half), but Bob just made the top an inch and a half long. Period. Nobody tells Bob how to cut hair.
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Over the past couple of weeks I’ve actually been whittling away at the kitchen. Every so often I’d scrape a little more paper, and then decided to use up paint from the basement stash. We have so many leftover cans of paint you wouldn’t believe it. There are several cans from the previous owners, and various gallon, quart, pint and spray cans from my projects. It’s nuts.
The first attempt was the yellow from Brad’s room, and it was nice, but it didn’t go with the dining room. So, I used brown paint from the downstairs bathroom for the top part, and tan paint from the upstairs bathroom for the bottom. There: it’s all done and I only spent 4 bucks for new roller covers. To honor the event, I have made a movie! Cricket just loves when there are projects that require the ladder. It’s the ultimate cat toy. (Something went wonky when we uploaded it, so it no longer fits just right with the music. I do not care.)
I’ve decided to change careers. I’m done teaching – instead I want to be one of those ladies who sits around eating yogurt all day, comparing it to everything else in life. “This is better than (verb) (adjective) (noun/situation) good.” You know what I’m talking about? The two who obviously have some sort of ‘flavoring’ in that yogurt?
To have a successful audition, I’m going to need some good lines, so help me out. How good is this yogurt? Is it ‘better than skating with Tonya Harding good’? ‘Better than smelling frying bacon good’? Help! Multiple suggestions are welcome.