Wednesday, April 23, 2014

oh brother ...

Today, Rick called me to tell me that he was feeling quite a bit better.  He was very proud to announce that he even did the dishes.
Oh, brother.  Did the dishes?  Really?

Forgive me for being a tad ungrateful.

And before you chastise me for thinking ill of Rick, let me show you exactly what he DIDN'T DO in the kitchen.  Yea for a dish or two.  Boo for the kitchen sink.

Yep.  Take a peek below.

 Sorry for the ugliness of dirty dishes but hey, ya gotta see what he DID manage to pile up in the kitchen  ... and leave for me to do.

Do you like my dish pattern, though?  Thanks.  I knew you would.


Tuesday, April 22, 2014

and how was your day?

On top of a nine hour workday with no lunch break, my day was full.  The rest of my day was fuller.  Full or not however, my entire day was typical.  A typical Kahle day.  Typical, typical, typical.

On top of a nine hour workday with no lunch break ... did I say that already? ... I returned home to a continually ailing Rick.  I've been offering for quite awhile but today he took me up on it.  He wanted to go to Urgent Care.  And I relented.  I'm as sick of his cough as he is.  So, off we went.

Three hours at the Urgent Care (THREE!) and then off to the pharmacy.  Two meds needing filling for his diagnosis of bronchitis.  A one hour wait caused us to head off to get him some dinner while the meds were prepped.  Happy that his appetite was intact tonight (because it's been AWOL) I drove over to Wendy's to get him some chow.  And some for me, too.  And then back to the pharmacy to get said meds and then home we headed.  Was it time to sit, eat and watch TV?  Not a chance.

Elizabeth, having left on a business trip to New Jersey today, parked her car at her boss' house near to where we used to live four years ago.  It was nearly dark now, but I needed to pick up her car.  I was uncomfortable leaving her car there ... on the street ...far from our house.  But how could I retrieve her car?  How?  On foot, that's how.  That's all I could think of.  Rick was in no shape to drive the car home.

So, I parked Rick at home, set him up with his fast-food dinner and yes, I then walked quickly to Elizabeth's car.  I swear it was three miles away.  Did I mention it was dark?

Did I mention it was raining?

Did I mention that I'm crazy?

Typical.  I told you, typical.  Typically crazy.


Monday, April 21, 2014

ginger snaps

Meet Ginger.

Ginger is ... shy.  Ginger is deceived.  She firmly believes that she can hide under this cabinet and no one will see her.  Ginger is silly.

Ginger has not grasped the concept that if your toes show, you show.

Ginger is not mine.  I wish Ginger was.  I'm betting if I stole her from my friend Cary, well, no one would know, 'cause no one can see Ginger and no one knows where she is.  Or where she hides.  I certainly don't see her.  And I've got my glasses on.


Saturday, April 19, 2014

hard boiled eggs

As Easter is quickly approaching, I see Rick's current health situation improving.  As the world finishes dying their Easter eggs and polishing up their Easter outfits for church tomorrow, Rick's temperature is steadily going downward and he's able to sit up on the couch longer.

It's been a tough week for us but I see a light at the end of the tunnel ... just in time for an awakening the world over.

Elizabeth is readying herself to go on her first business trip (she's headed to New Jersey for a week) and as Rick simply struggles to recover from a horrible cold, I am sitting back and waiting.  I see a (hopefully) stress-free week ahead of me filled with simple evenings and simple dinners.  My days are full (at my job) but they are not stressful.  Just the opposite.  So some stress-free evenings is a luxury I'm looking forward to.

So, am I saying that Elizabeth is stressful?  No.  Neither is Rick.  But with one person on the couch recouperating and one in New Jersey, no one will care if I'm on my computer all evening nor just baking cookies nor just being a slug in front of the TV.  I'm looking forward to no routine, no rules, no nothing.

I pray that my bubble isn't burst and my parade is not rained on.

Check on me in a week.  If I was wrong about the week ahead of me, you can laugh.  I'll expect it.  But if I was right?  Well ... you'll know that the cookies were delicious, the computer sold me some pretty new clothes and I managed to watch all 200 shows I have stored up on our DVR.

Tomorrow, Easter, is a victory for Christians everywhere.  And it's the start of something big for myself as well.  Even if the new clothes don't fit due to all the cookies I'm planning on baking.

Wink Wink.

Tuesday, April 15, 2014

up in the air ...

After FINALLY preparing my taxes and FINALLY getting in to the little lady at H & R Block, I am FINALLY finished for another year.  FINALLY.

This year was particularly stressful because I wanted everything perfect.  I saved every receipt (or so I thought) and I took every deduction that I could.  I even PAID TWO YEARS WORTH OF PROPERTY TAXES!   "Why?" you ask.  Because paying the taxes on our rental property for 2013 and 2014 insured us that we would get a refund.  In fact, by doing so, we were gonna get us a big refund!  I was prepared and I was excited. 

I spent nearly a week getting everything together ... and planning my vacation to Hawaii.  Yep, that's what Rick and I decided to do with our huge refund.

And ... as of April 14, 2014 ... I was hit with the HORRIBLE news that I would owe this year.  

WHAT.  THE.  HECK????     There went my vacation to Hawaii.

So, on that note ... here is a little something that helped me to swallow the news that I would be staying home this summer.  This gal helped me to feel like I was on that plane to Hawaii.  Oh how I wish I was.

And in case you didn't know this little piece of trivia ... I used to be a flight attendant myself.  I flew with United Airlines way back when.  Yep, WAAAAY back when.  1984 to be precise.  And for the record, a speech like this was not allowed.

But it should've been.

Here's a bigger version, if you'd like.  Well, I'd like.  Just cause.  And I get to do anything I want since I don't get to go to Hawaii.  And because I owe the government.  And because I have a dog.  And ...

Sunday, April 13, 2014

not to be outdone

This here pin from Pinterest just screamed to me.  Maybe it screamed AT me but either way, it got its point across.  It yelled "Do Me!  Do Me!" as though it hated being chosen last for the softball team.

So, I picked it.

My media room will be the hit of the neighborhood!  And ... THIS little project will get done.  Just as soon as I finish the blog post.  And the bookcase shoe rack and the recipe framing and the dishes and the taxes and the cooking and the cleaning.

Ooh, the taxes.  It's not the 15th yet, is it?  Good.  Still got plenty of time.


Thursday, April 10, 2014

still more procrast'g

Next up, I decided that all of my shoes could look this cool and be this functional.  Pinterest won me over again.  I swear the blog post may never get written at this rate.

This here is a bookcase craftily turned into a shoe closet.  Despite that fact that I wear about two pairs of shoes in my closet ever even though I own 66 pairs (I counted last year) I felt I needed this.  In my room.  In my closet.  In my tiny closet.  Okay, it's not tiny but it certainly doesn't offer up the space I need for this monstrosity beauty.  

Hey, some of those shoes are darn cute!  I could see myself in those heels.  I said SEE myself.  I didn't say I would WEAR them.  In fact, those pink high tops on the bottom have my name all over them.  

Tomorrow:  the blog post.  Lord willing and the creek don't rise.

* fingers crossed *


Wednesday, April 9, 2014

procrasting continuance

umm …….. OH YES.

During one of my online-procrastination-party-escapades I found this pin.

The idea here is to frame your mother's or grandmother's old recipes and decorate your kitchen with them.

That pin got me thinking and the next day I had every one of my mother's old recipes framed ... and lying on my kitchen counter.  Um, my sink doesn't have a wall behind it.  And every wall that I could find, well, it was already dedicated to something else.

Pretty cute, right? I think so, too.  'Cept I do not live in a Pinterest world and I probably never will.

But that didn't stop me.  I procrastinated yet some more ...

** to be continued **


Tuesday, April 8, 2014

procrastinatio ...

Usually when I write a blog post, I've already got an idea spinning and whirling around in my head just begging to be let out.  Sometimes I prewrite it here or on scratch paper and then import it over to this page.

If there are photos involved, those almost always come first and they require some editing to get them "just so."  There's a three step process to getting those babies here.  Said photos are uploaded, then edited, then imported, then edited some more and then arranged and rearranged a billion times.

This is all a very normal process for posting a post.  Except for this post ... I did things kinda differently.

Liiiiike, I blindly wrote out the post here first ... then found a photo I liked which in no way represented the little tale I was telling.  So I rewrote the post and then discovered this would require all different photos.  So, I need to do different writing.  So right now ... I’m *supposed to be* working on the writing.

Except instead of typing stuff out, I went into iTunes and started some music.
Then organized half of my song library.
Then went to Facebook and browsed.
Then semi-stalked an old family friend/neighbor from California.
Then got a snack. {No, it was not good for me.}
Then I turned on some music again from Pandora.
Then pinned a few things.
Then went back to Facebook to post about these cookies I found on Pinterest.
Aaaaand now I’m back to finish this darn post.

At what point would you say I completely failed at staying ‘on task’?
Don’t answer that.

There is a point to me telling you how awful I am at staying focused.  I will get to it when I remember again.


Monday, April 7, 2014

now i lay me down to sleep

This is Liz' cat, Jeannie.  Jeannie knows that I've been struggling lately trying to find time to have a morning devotion ... or even an evening devotion ... or ANY devotion.  I've strayed, I have.

And Jeannie is letting me know that she has not.

Jeannie thinks she's better than me at almost everything.  Jeannie might be right.