Thursday, November 16, 2017

d. d. daughter ...

... is at it again.   Home for three whole days now she came with plans to spend every waking moment with her dear ol' mom and dad ...

And then off she goes to see the world.  She claims she'll be back in time for Christmas ... or not, depending on how the wind changes or how much money she has in her knapsack.  Napsack?  I never knew how to spell that word.  Actually never needed to, either.

Alas, she bought herself a ticket to Belfast.  That would be Belfast in NORTHERN IRELAND.  That would be in a troubled part of the world.  And that would be stupid, not only because of the destination but because she's going alone.  But stupidity is her middle name.

So, here her mom and dad sit ... pondering whether to put out the decorations or not, whether to haul all of those boxes down all of those stairs or not, whether to cook the big ol' goose or not.

The goose won.  Christmas or no Christmas, daughter or no daughter, we's a-eatin' and a feastin'.  Ain't gonna let Northern Ireland stop us from that!!

AND ... it won't have to be GLUTEN FREE!    Whee!


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Friday, November 10, 2017

recapping

Our trip was short and sweet so there's not much to recap ... but here goes.


When you go to Hawaii ... watch out for Nene's.  They are allowed to cross when they see this sign.



I took this picture of this gorgeous golf course.  I didn't notice the storm coming in.  I also don't see the restaurant we ate at.  

A)  I was totally in the wrong spot for our dinner that night.
B) I didn't care, because the view was beautiful.
C)  It was my birthday and I was allowed to do whatever I wanted.

We eventually did find the restaurant we were looking for ... but it was nowhere near here.



It was nowhere near here, either.


But it IS a gorgeous shot, thank you very much.


This pretty sight was our view from our hotel room.  
Not too shabby.



Rick liked it, too.
We enjoyed this view while dining on our fine Hawaiian cuisine.


McHamburgers and McFries.
Yea, Hawaii!


And while we were "home" in our high-rise digs, my dear, darling daughter was "home" in her own digs.
Meet, The Pride of America ... my daughter's home away from home.


Behind all of that barbed wire, security guards, police and passenger-check-in stuff ...

lies a tiny twin bed and a tiny Barbie-sized closet that my daughter calls "home" ...

for three more days anyway.


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Wednesday, November 8, 2017

still in hawaii



So, exactly why did Rick and I head to Hawaii?  And for only four days?

We had to.

This fortune was in my fortune cookie about a week before and I always take fortune cookies very seriously.  Especially when it comes in TWO DIFFERENT COOKIES!  The gods really wanted me to take a vacation, I guess.

So, I complied.  And I made Rick comply, too.  After all, why rile up the fortune gods?





Thought I'd show you some of the fun things we learned in Hawaii ...



I learned that when floors are wet, you must dance.  And it must be a hoe-down.



If necessary, though, you can sit down while you dance.  I prefer this slip 'n' slide move myself.




It's hard to dance, though, when your feet are not allowed.  
Maybe that rule is only for purple feet.




This foot didn't dance.  But it did find itself some sand.


... and some water.  It hadn't seen an ocean in a very long time.



No feet here, but Peter Pan was discovered in Hawaii, too.


Did my hair ever calm down?

Nope.  Sure glad the 'comb over' is back in style...



And that's our lesson for today.

Not sure what we learned ... but we learned it good.


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Monday, November 6, 2017

my dear darling daughter ...

... is due home for a vacation break in exactly 7 days and 3 hours.  Yes, she has been counting it down.   For someone who LOVES her job, I'm surprised that she wants a break so badly.  But then again, everyone needs a break ... even people who live in the Hawaiian islands.

She's dying to see her cat and she's dying to see her car.  She's not dying to see her parents, though ... because she just saw us!   I certainly couldn't say anything about it, though, just in case she read this blog.  And you never know.

But on October 18th, Rick and I headed out to surprise her on Kauai.

And surprise her, we did.


This was how she looked when she saw us and tried to process what she was seeing.



This was how I looked when I saw her.  Nope, it wasn't windy there, why?


This was how our luggage looked when they saw TSA.



This is how they shaped up when TSA said they couldn't board in their present condition.


See that black backpack on the end?  It didn't shape up enough and stayed behind.  Somewhere.  I guess it lives in Honolulu now.

I hope it's very happy.



This is how the three of us looked once we all settled down and realized we were in Hawaii.  My hair never did settle down.  Maybe it's still in Hawaii, too.



This was our welcoming committee.  He and his cohorts followed us all over the island.



This was the first thing we bought Elizabeth.  She was thirsty and we complied.  I guess they never give her anything to drink aboard ship.



Here's what Rick and I dined on.

Good ol' McDonalds.  They never miss a beat.


Next up?

The rest of the story.

Don't worry, we were only there for four days.  It won't take long.

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Monday, October 16, 2017

actual conversation ...

... that took place in my home today:

Phone rings ...

K:  Yes, Dear?
R:  Where on the ceiling is the crack?

K:  Is the handyman there yet?
R:  Yes, he's right here with me.  We're in the bathroom.

K:  Well, look up.  It's on the ceiling.
R:  But where?

K:  It's over the bathtub.
R:  Where over the bathtub?
K:  On the CEILING.

R:  In the shower?
K:  No, the bathtub.

R:  But where?
K:  LOOK UP.  It's on the ceiling.

R:  We're standing in the shower and we don't see it.
K:  THE TUB!  Look over the tub!!

R:  Is it IN the tub?
K:  NO, THE CEILING!

R:  We don't see it.  Can you see it?

I knew what he meant, but I couldn't resist playing with him some more.

K:  I can see it.  It's right there ... over the tub.

R:  Is it on the ceiling?

K:  Let's start over.  It's ON THE CEILING, OVER THE TUB.
R:  We're in the shower ...


Ay Yi Yi.

And when I got home for lunch today ... the crack was still there, just smiling away at me.

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Wednesday, October 11, 2017

i can't move ... i can't afford it!

In order to move forward on the house that we're buying ... I had to attend two sessions of choosing colors and paint and stoves and faucets and grout (whee ...) and all of the wiring junk before they would say that it was safe to "break ground" on our house.  It is now safe to break the ground.

Did I have fun doing all of that?  Um, no.  And it wasn't my first rodeo, so I knew I wasn't going to have any fun.

Anyway, FOUR LONG HOURS of choosing and choosing and choosing and more choosing and I thought I was good to go.  Oh, I was wrongo.  I still had to attend an additional session on wiring.  Um, I'm no electrician, but I went.  I took my hard hat, too, just in case I would have to go "out in the field."  Fortunately, I only had to visit a design showroom.

So, anyway, the gal at the first meeting stuck to the budget I gave her and I only walked away with a couple of things that I really hadn't planned on (read  didn't know I needed.)  I was not so lucky at the second meeting with the wiring dude.

I walked in and was immediately asked about the things that I wanted in my house.

"Well, I want a fancy doorbell where I can see people."
"We don't do that here."
"Okay, I want a switchplate in the floor to plug lamps into."
"We don't do that here."

* Sigh *

"What do you do here?"
"Well, we wire your house for camera monitoring and we hang TVs on walls ... stuff like that."

Rick had specifically asked that we mount our TV on the wall in the living room so I knew I was in the right place. 

My salesman showed me only one option of doing that.  I assumed I had to believe everything he told me to get that job done.  He then showed me that my house was wired for "surround sound" and he showed me the speakers that I would need to get that done.  He then told me that it was "old fashioned" to have a modum box in your closet to ignite the internet ... and who wants to be old fashioned?  He explained that I needed to have a fancy-schmancy metal box in the WALL of my closet to HIDE my ugly ol' modum.  Sadly, I believed that I needed that.  And, of course, I needed sped up internet connections ... that he could wire in.

Ka-ching.

I left, two hours later with all kinds of plugs and wires headed to my new house ... and a big ol' metal box to put my modum in and four "unobtrusive" wall speakers for my surround sound.  Yep, I had to have all of this stuff or else ... my house wouldn't work?

Little did I know that I just got tooken.  Yup.  I in no way needed a metal box.  I also didn't need those four fancy speakers that couldn't even GO IN MY WALL for the surround sound ... because I don't have walls where the surround sound will be.  I didn't need them because the speakers provided by the new house people had already taken care of that. 

I don't know what else I bought because everything started to go dark about an hour into the meeting.  I'm sure I bought a dog, too.  You know, just because the dog I already have isn't big enough.

The good part, though, is that nothing is returnable.  All sales were final.  Yeah, that's the good part.  Because once I woke up from that nightmare, I definitely would've been returning everything. 

Except the doorbell.  That's cool.  Too bad they didn't sell those there.

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Tuesday, October 10, 2017

housesitting

I house-sat over the weekend ... and, of course, the house needed some tending to.  Things always happen when I'm in charge.

The a/c guy had to come and the GIANT dog had to be monitored while the a/c came and performed his miracles.

GIANT dog did not like a/c guy.
GIANT dog did not like a/c guy climbing up into GIANT dog's attic.
GIANT dog stood guard.






I do not like GIANT dogs.  GIANT dogs, though, for some reason like me.



Ahhhh, sweet little GIANT dog.




"Come here, Baby.  Give me a kissy."

Go away GIANT doggy.




SLURP...



Ugh.  GIANT dog won.  I am sufficiently kissed all over.


Good thing he had just brushed his teeth ...


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Saturday, October 7, 2017

one day at a time ...

The stuggle is real ....

.... when you have no furniture.






It's kinda tough when the sun is in your eyes, too ... 



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Thursday, October 5, 2017

hello? GOODBYE!

Remember that condo in Idaho?   I've been busy releasing it.  I didn't really want to ... but it will keep peace within the family, so it's the best idea I could come up with.  It is no longer a vacation rental, it will be a full time rental as of October 15th.

I had it stuffed with beautiful decor and wonderful furniture ... and I gave my "sister" permission to sell the furniture and pack up the decor for when I next come to town. 

She got it backwards.  She sold all of the decor and packed up a bed.  Yep, I'm stuck with one bed now. 

Wait, what?

I simply said to save all of the travel motif/decor for Elizabeth since I was saving it all for her ... and poof, it's all gone.   My dear, darling sister was so proud of herself for selling everything, too.   She'd say, "I just sold the coffee pot!" and I'd say, "NO, NOT THE COFFEE POT!"  And she'd say oops.

My sister's funeral is Thursday.  Or sooner if I can get up there.

Memories .... light the corners of my .... wait, she probably sold that, too.


Nice bed.  But don't come visit us ... it isn't there anymore.



Nice table and lamp.  Gone. 



I used to have a bookshelf.   With books.



I loved this container.  Why of why did she sell this??




Hey, the lamp came back.  Oh wait.  Just the photo did.  Nice lamp.  Wish I had it.




Good thing I didn't really like these coffee pictures ...



Ten to one, I no longer own those dish towels, either.
 


I was given this couch by my new mother.  Bye bye, couch.

  

I loved this heater.  It kept me warm ... once.

 

I loved that TV.  It kept me happy ... once.



I STILL HAVE THE FRIDGE!!!!
I guess Jeana couldn't lift it.


Somehow I'm doubtful that I still have a guest book.



Or a sign.



I loved this bulletin board and key rack.
No, not really.    Still...



I really DID love these items.  Those are keys hanging over the sink.
How am I going to get into the sink now, without the keys???



Jeana gave me this sign.
I used to love this sign ...



The only piece of furniture left standing.  Or left at all.
I guess you can come visit us.
You can sleep here! 



She managed to save that sign on the wall.
Too bad I hate that sign.



Gone.  You can no longer Relax, Refresh nor Renew.



You can't tell time, either.



And don't ever plan on toasting your bread again ...

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Sigh.

I guess I'm homeless now.
Well, I'm at least toastless.

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