Playing Catch-up
This week, we have had a couple of serious catch-up days in school. Stuntman had a doctor’s appointment, and taking him made dh run late for everything, and so he ended up spending the whole day out with his dad. Cool for him, but it did put him a day behind. And then, I had missed a couple days doing check outs, so that put me behind. A couple days this past week going until 5 pm almost caught us all up with that. It doesn’t help the speed factor any when both the teacher and the the student get the giggles. Or when the other students walk around trying to incite said giggles. Just sayin’
Today, I must spend some time and a bit of money at Amazon.com.Country is about to start Ambleside’s year 6, and it’s time to order the books. Yum! I can’t wait until they get here. I love the whiff that you get when you open a box of new books. So do my kids! We all get excited at book time, LOL, and it doesn’t matter who the books are for!
Ok, I am just procrastinating now. Time to get ‘er done!
Folding with Brenda
*snicker* I can fold laundry with Brenda Dayne now, ya’ll. I can cook with Rachael Ray. Well, ok, they aren’t really here, but their voice is in my ear. That’s right, I finally got that mp3 player I have been jacking my jaws about forever, and I like it. It took me about 15 seconds to realize the powerful and wonderfully special magic that is having your favorite, and only your favorite songs with you, the ones you recognize from just two bars, even if you haven’t heard them for 20 years. Sigh. Smile. Stitch. Podcast. Song.
Real Mail from the Real Me?
You know what I love getting in the mail? Letters. Notes. Real stuff, written by hand, not computer generated. I just love it when folks take the time to write something just for me. In fact, I received a package yesterday, and it had quite a few items in it, some of them fairly costly, and a plain note card with a couple of paragraphs of handwritten text. Actual real and true stationery, ya’ll. Though I must say, I have no idea who it belonged to, because the initials on it are not those of the package sender, but that’s ok, I enjoyed it anyway. In fact, when I was asked what was in the box, I replied “a card”, and when pressed I remembered to mention, “oh, and all this other stuff”.
So, this morning, I was thinking that for someone who loves to get real mail, I hardly ever send it out. And that’s a shame. And I really liked that note card yesterday, so I thought maybe I should send out notes now and then if I want to get notes. I looked at Custom Photo Cards, and I think I like the one pictured here the best. I’ve heard it said that when you take a picture in color, you capture someone’s clothes, but if you take a black and white, you capture their soul, which led me to do something else:
I’d love to get blank notecards with one of those last two pictures, and just my name in cursive on the corner. Yes, I realize I’m not wearing makeup, but in those last shots, it doesn’t matter, does it?
Hosting is Everything
Back when I moved this blog off xanga, I went with a hosting company owned by internet friends. The price was good, and it felt good to deal with friends. When my mom got a blog, I set her up with that same company. When I got ready to start my second blog, I contacted them about hosting it, and discovered that I was about to exceed my account limits and needed to make different arrangements ASAP. The next tier of service was more than I felt like I could afford, so I changed companies entirely. Some of you long term readers may remember all that. I still thank Xial silently for packing, moving and unpacking this blog into it’s current digs. I doubt he will ever know the tears he saved me! I selected Dreamhost because another friend could provide a coupon for it, the space was vast, the bandwidth was ample and I needed to get out NOW before my site went down.
If I were moving today, however, I would probably take advantage of the Web Hosting Blue Book. They have gathered the information a person needs to select a host that will meet their needs now and tomorrow. They don’t have all the hosts listed, of course, because….well, because, how could you? New hosting providers pop up all the time, but they have a plethora of info for the top ten hosts. Just check out this web review of Host Monster for example. I like the rating feature, because that lets me know what other site owners think of the hosts in question, and I am noting with some dismay that my own host didn’t make the top 10 list at all.
Dye Them?? Dye Them!!!!
Ok, I was at Gemz N Gold this morning working on an assignment. I had been looking at their pearl jewelry, specifically a black dangle pearl ring like the one on the right. After I found it, I was curious about black pearls, so I went over to wikipedia to find out a bit about them.
YA’LL! You can dye pearls. Holyyyyyyyyyyyy smokes. You can dye pearls! Which brings me to the question of “can you dye those “pseudo pearls” they sell in the craft store?”, which brings me to planning a trip to A.C. Moore. Now, let me ask you: How many girls do you know who can start out jewelry shopping for real pearls and end up planning a craft adventure that involves fake ones? Yep, I’m an original, all right.
But the uses…….oh my, you could dye wool and pearls to match….tone on tone. I could it in ashes of roses. Or blue lagoon. Oh, this could be…..
Darn. Stop. I can’t spend money on crafts. Ok, I am leaving this post up anyway, and it will remind me that I wanted to try this once I can spend the moolah.
I’m 20-20
Before I get started, I have to ask about my feed. I am doing somebehind the scenes stuff, and if my feed is going crazy, please, please email me (if you didn’t shut it off already so you aren’t even reading this) and let me know. I checked a couple of the more obvious readers and everything looked okay. But! One can never check them all. Okay, on to 20-20.
My cyber-friends and I were discussing skin care for our more mature faces the other day. One of them confessed to being thirty nineteen, and I just giggled. (When I tried on thirty ten, it didn’t sound as funny, so Spidey suggested twenty twenty, and that’s what I’m going with.) Anyway, skin that is older needs a little TLC, as I have discovered. Don’t get me wrong, I have no desire to look 18 again. The 18 year old me was a silly little thing and she’s best left back in 1985. But I do want to look the best possible twenty twenty, and so I have been reading labels and comparing ingredients, and switching to kinder, gentler mineral make-up and so on and so forth. I only get one face, and I want it to last me a goodish long time! Like another twenty thirty years or so!!
Enter Borba skin care products. BORBA is all about achieving total beauty… inside-out. One of their new products is a peel that contains prismatic micro-diamonds, rice hull powder and lactic acid. They call it HD-Illuminating Plasma Crystals. because it gives you “high definition skin”.
Now I’ve not used these products, and I am not going to pretend I have. But I am interested in products that can help me achieve my goal: being the best me I can be.
Borba is
*Dermatologist Tested & Recommended
*Sensitive Skin Tested
*Safe and Effective and has
*No Animal Testing
That’s enough to make me take a second look.
Fly Times
That’s what dh and I always say when we lose track of time. It’s a play on the phrase “time flies when you are having fun”, only usually we aren’t having much fun. Usually we say it when we poke our heads up from a project and realize several hours have passed in the real world, while it’s only been a few minutes in project land. Today, for instance, I have been involved in some blog pruning, and so this has happened to me repeatedly. Since I need to get the job done before I forget what I was doing, and I refuse to add one more item to my to do list (because, HELLO, ONE HUNDRED SEVEN things is enough!!!!!!!!), I’ve been heading back to it each time I get a few minutes.
Now, I am one of those people who really gets involved, and I mean I get involved to the extent that I forget to eat, and I forget to go to the bathroom, and I forget to have a sip of drink, and I forget to take a break until I am well beyond my physical comfort zone. What I need, I think, is a chair equipped with an automatic ejection device, but I would settle for an alarm watch. I couldn’t find a Women’s Seiko Watch with an alarm, but I do like the functional practicality of the one pictured above. It’s meets my one non-negotiable standard in a watch–it must have all 12 numbers, because I like to be able to tell the time at a glance, and not be counting out hashmarks to do it. Maybe I could just have that watch, and just let the kids pinch me at regular intervals to remind me to get up and take care of other stuff???
Took a Nap
That in and of itself is no big deal, as we all know I take plenty of naps. In fact, I probably take enough naps to get a day job as a cat. The big deal is where!! I took a nap in my craft area loveseat, ya’ll. The only “mess” left there is 6 bins of craft supplies and a box of stuff from Grandmother’s house. The cure for the 6 boxes of craft stuff is more time to craft, so…… maybe I oughta put a plasma mount on the back of that front door we never use and then I can kick back, stitch, and watch these on this.
