Gittin Er Done

What a long day. We are making more and more progress on getting stuff done in our house (long story short, our house was a piss poor rehab job many moons ago and we're fixing it all up piece by piece, bit by bit) and tonight we feel very accomplished. The day started rough. Hobbs got me up at 610 to go outside, much later than he usually does, usually it's 430-530ish. I considered going back to bed. Then I thought better of it and decided an hour and some change to myself, my MacBook and a cup of coffee would be nothing short of a miracle. 20 minutes or so later, hubs comes down stairs, fraught with a work dilemma (never a good thing before 7am on a Saturday, I assure you)that he promptly headed out the door to fix. He dealt with that, and came home with doughnuts and we headed out for a morning jaunt to Home Depot. We ended up having proverbial married-couple-at-home-depot-for-house-fixer-upper-supplies-words, stemmed from much confusion and frustration on my part (what we've been thru with this house has been a bit of a sore spot for me.) Somehow we pulled together and got the stuff we needed to start our weekend projects. By the afternoon we were back on track. After lots of tinkering and reading between the lines of terrible installing instructions) we got one fugly 1970's style ceiling fan replaced with a new modern style one. We have two fuglies left to do, tomorrow. My hubs also purchased a circular saw and trimmed a little off of our kitchen door to the garage since the new flooring added about 1/4-1/3 of an inch more to the space. I am very proud of him, he did a great job on it and he looked sexy operating such a loud, scary power tool. ;-) 

We congratulated our efforts by getting Oklahoma Joe's for dinner (Only THE best place to get BBQ in KC.) The child is down, and I think we'll be letting Mulder and Scully entertain us for the duration of the night. 

Sorry I don't have anything better than "this was our day," for an entry. I still have 351 entries to go, cut me some slack! :-)

OH! And I found yet another great TV show tonight. Animal Planet's "My Cat From Hell." It was ridiculously marvelous. Cats attacking their owners, yes please!!!!

Nite!

welp...

I had a great day and was sitting here concocting how to put it all into words when I checked my email. One of my vendors I use for one of my photography services I provide to my very important clients is a group of absolute, incompetent, moronic, imbecilic monkeys. No. Monkeys actually have IQ's, calling them monkeys is too much of a compliment because they have zero ounce of intellect where a monkey actually knows how to use it's brain. No. These people are more like.....well I want to call them rocks, but again, even rocks know how to execute their primary function. Sitting and once in a while rolling, where these folks don't know their @$$ from a hole in the ground.


I won't go into it but I'm done for the night. Prior to seeing those emails I actually had a GREAT day that I was looking forward to blogging about. BUT, I lost all my train of happy thoughts upon reading those emails. Don't you love it when someone else totally f-cks up your happy place with their ineptness in the most simple of things?


I'm dropping them as a vendor, BTW. 


Peace out.

kitteh randomness

I believe my cat Sofie deliberately finds things that are black to lie on so she can camouflage herself. 


I'm building a case. Will have evidence to back my theory very soon. 




Stay tuned. 

meh

This is one of many posts I'm sure I'll have, when I wish I'd have done a completely anonymous blog 'cause I pretty much want to go off. It wasn't a terrible day by any stretch of the imagination. All in all it was a static day. Nothing good, nothing bad. But thru the course of my activities in the day, some little things popped up and got the better of me. It was the kind of little things that were connected to a bigger picture, and of course I let my mind run rampant with how irritated I was by them. I worked myself up over it, if you will. So to allow myself a moment, I left my usual duty of post-dinner kitchen clean up to my husband tonight and also abandoned him with the small child. I just had enough "domestic," for the day and needed a time out.


Well, the day is over now, and so is this blog entry, which, will suffice as lemonade.

Where's The Love?

Here I am sharing my personal chit publicly and not gettin' any love back. :-( Come on, if you read this daily please become a "follower!" I mean I guess it's no biggie if you are too shy. I won't bite tho, I promise! I know peeps are reading, I get about 9-10 views a day (not sure if it counts multiple visits by the same person tho). You don't have to talk to me, all I ask is that you don't be one of those creepy blog lurkers.

I had the most productive day since before Christmas today. Finished up collating a 48 page traditional wedding album. (You know the fancy kind that is an actual album that you put actual prints in?) It was incredibly meticulous work, but the album looks amazing. My Leu and I had a fun quick visit with my sis this afternoon and then we went to the car wash, good times. Then we went to the store and headed home. I listened to my very busy and important husband's day while I made an amazing Louisiana style dinner and a wild berry margarita to wash it down. Our child ate everything on her plate, veggies and all (I fix a separate meal for her, yeah, yeah, yeah, short order cooking is a no-no, I know, blah, blah, blah, rolls eyes.) and was rewarded with ice cream for dessert. I'm now watching her play in her room while hubbs dearest works on the kitchen floor all by his onesie. Oh dear God I can hear the power miter.... barring any unforeseen finger/arm loss, we just might do some X-Files tonight since my Tuesday nights are no longer intruded upon and my next new Tuesday show doesn't start until next week.




Well hubs just got a call and it sounds like my bro in law is coming over. YAY! It makes me feel a lot better that he won't be working alone. Not that he's incapable. I'm a woman. I have to have at least one irrational and overprotective notion a day in order to fully function correctly.


I've been kinda updating this as I'm working on other things and now it's later in the evening, almost 8, and it seems the men are making excellent progress and may even finish tonight. Which means no X-Files but instead I will get to wake up and have coffee in my newly floored kitchen tomorrow. WOOT WOOT!


That is all for me. I'm going to put my child to bed and maybe do some reading or something quiet for the rest of the evening, which thanks to flooring and my rock star bro in law, I get to myself. (No offense to hubs, love our evenings together but you are doing fun male bonding manly-man stuff so there's no harm in the fact that I'm going to enjoy some me time!)


Since Hobbs got some attention last night it's Sofie's turn. I'm seriously obsessed with taking cat pictures with my BexBerry because of the resulting eye glowing, which is nothing if not awesome. Let's hear some good LOLZ style captions.....

Keep Away!

I swear today was the last of Mrs. Nice Becks. Going forward, I'm going to be more assertive and direct towards strangers. Especially strangers who get all up in my baby girl's chili. Like the little old lady at the store today. I was checking out at the do it yourself lane and suddenly I turn around to see my child cowering under the form of this little old lady, who was a cross between Ollivander (Hallows version) and Cloris Leachman, who is so close there is no room between them, her scary old face up in my child's, and is caressing her arm saying, "Oohhhh, it's ok sweetie, Grammaw won't hurt you, it's ok. That's right. Yeeeess."  W  T  F? I tried to tell her nicely that she'd been sick and she shouldn't be so close. When that didn't work I abruptly pulled the cart away from her as she continued to mumble "yess..woooon't hurt you, that's right, grammaw, yesssss."


I just don't get why people have zero boundaries. She was old and probably mostly off her rocker, but still. Not acceptable. So uncomfortable. Why? Why do you need to get in my child's face and WHY GOD WHY do you need to touch her???? I wouldn't go up to you and do the same thing so randomly! Just because she is a gorgeous child, and that you've probably seen & been involved with many over your long life, doesn't mean it gives you a license to treat every child you see like they are your own flesh and blood sitting there asking for your attention. I got the heebie jeebs then and I'm getting them again just talking about it.


Both my Leu and I are scarred for life after that one.......










Here are my happy thoughts of the day: 


A) We made Rice Krispy Treats. At one point Leu slipped and it came out Rice Christmas Trees. LOL! It was so cute I started calling them that, but Miss Perfect kept telling me to, "Stoooop mom they are called Rice Krispy Treats!"


2) Right this very moment I've discovered Cake Boss. Nothing else was on and I needed some background noise so I flipped it to this channel. Um, I'm glad I can type well because I'm seriously typing and watching the show at the same time. How have I not known how great this show is? 


3) Castle is back on tonight. Nuff said.


Also, I've not posted any pics yet and feel that is a semi-epic failure seeing how I'm a photographer and all. Here is one I just took for kicks and giggles. 

"Ah is on ur cowtch, hordin' ur headroom, watchin u tipe, beein ur spell checkz." 

30's Not So Bad

So I've been absolutely dreading turning 30, which will be happening in exactly 11 days, 4 hours and 10 minutes. I loved my 20's, I felt grown up but still young. I think of how fast 30 years went, how fast the next 30 will, then I think of 60 and that just bugs the jeebies out of me, sincerely. The concept of aging frightens me, it always has, and I'm feeling it more on a realistic level now that I'm staring down the barrel at the three zero.


That was until today. At church.


We are there a few minutes late and naturally, our usual spot was taken. We found a seat a few rows back and settled in. I grabbed a hymnal to find the first song and something was sticking out the back part of the book. I pulled it out to inspect. It's a funeral program from the day before. There was an eloquent summary of the departed's journey that basically spoke to how his fight had ended. It sounded like he may have been sick for a while. When I looked at his photo my heart stopped. Then I saw the from when to when. He had only just turned 29 in December.


I believe that God speaks to each of us all in different ways, some of us hear, some of us don't. But I believe He speaks to me, and it often comes in the form of something relevant to my current life, just something random, something otherwise unremarkable, that takes my breath away or stops me in my tracks. I can't really put it in words, but it's something that speaks to me and I just know it's meant for me. I believe it was meant to be that we were late today, that out of 200-some odd hymnals in the whole place I pick that one up and see the funeral program of a young man only 11 months younger than I, has passed on to the Church Triumphant.


It was like someone threw ice cold water on my face and woke me up. He will not get to celebrate 30 years of life with his family, his friends. It's terribly tragic, from the picture I could tell he was someone who was a joy to be around, happy and funny and sweet. He no doubt fought what ever it was he dealt with. He was loved by many, many who are sad and would give anything for him to still be there, to enjoy his last year in his 20's. 


It hit too close to home and while it made me terribly sad it gave me a great deal of perspective. Here I am moping around about aging while I'm still blessed to actually be doing so! I'm no longer dreading 30. While I'm still not thrilled about it, I'm not going to be bummed about it anymore. I'm so happy to still be alive and that I still get to at least try to make the most of each day that I am.