November 10, 2011

popcorn madness

The laundry lady is absent today. She apparently is the one who makes the popcorn on Popcorn Thursdays. So I thought I'd be kind and make it. For the whole lot of coworkers. I didn't realize I'd still be hoofing at it 45 minutes after the fact but there I was....shoveling in the awesome buttery oil and trying to flick in the kernels without getting burned. The kettle or the entire machine needs to be replaced obviously and I had no business making it for everyone involved. Even as much as I love eating the fluffy nuggets.... by the time I made it back to my desk, I was sweaty and not wanting to eat any of my favorite treat.

November 7, 2011

strawberry yogurt

I am still not quite adjusted to the new time of Daylight Savings Time. I personally think this is the dumbest rule ever made up by anyone. I learned Hawaii doesn't even play the game. Nor does Indiana.

My upstairs neighbor and I went to an auction a block from our complex. She was bidding on a really crappy house. She's desperate to move into a house. Any house. She's lived upstairs for close to 7 years I think. Her bid was the highest and at $13,500 she won the house. Her husband was hunting. And I was there to watch their baby girl while the shortest bidding war ever took place. And just like that, she whipped out her checkbook and wrote a check for the $5,000 down payment.

Earlier to the auction, I became aware that I had $165.00 to my entire name. I'm doubtful I will ever have the money to have $5,000 sitting in my own checking account.

I am on my third day off out of four and a half days off. This Saturday is my first craft fair for the season and just today, I figured it was a good idea to start matting and framing some of my paintings that have just been laying around since 2008. I took a break around 12:30PM to motor to a nearby village to meet three really sweet little bears.....Mary Hanna (5), Rocco (3) and Cami (2)....and their Nana. We did an art project that I brought along for them and we had a little tea party.

Upon returning home, I crawled into my pile of pillows and down comforter and snoozed away two more hours. I actually cooked a decent meal to eat and then ate some strawberry yogurt for dessert then spilled a half gallon of water on the floor and now I'm back to my growing art work pile....

It was a sweet day. 

November 6, 2011

life in a small town

Things in the village where I live are fine...I do like living in a much smaller town than where I was and only on occasion do I miss the conveniences of places like 24 hours of Wal Mart or Walgreen's....but I don't miss anything else of where I once lived 11 months ago... and just like there, I just stay put. I don't and don't plan on getting involved in anything locally, I like being home. I work long hours and thoroughly enjoy my time off!

I have good neighbors too in my complex and we all help each other out which is nice. The sheriff lives above me but I dont know if that's a good thing or not... when he's not on patrol, he's a doofus and when he's on patrol and brings in some nut... he's not all that professional either... but he's nice to me and that's all that should matter I suppose.

My job is going just okay too.... healthcare is really hard to work in if you are not familiar with it like I am. But I've been there now 10months.... my teeny tiny apartment is driving me nuts's super small and I miss having two bedrooms... my art stuff is still in boxes and scattered in several rooms... so when it's out of sight/out of mind, I don't feel the urge to keep at it. And I should be doing it all the time!

One of our residents just died yesterday and he was the sweetest old man....I did get to say goodbye to him last night even though he wasn't awake to acknowledge me...I told his family I had a lot of fun with him in the last 10months... that's something that I never really thought I'd see a lot... people dying... and I have had my good share of people passing away while I'm at work. My first body bag was really hard to swallow but now I guess I'm "used" to seeing them being wheeled away and down the elevator.

My TV died too. Nothing like our buddy but still it's a loss. Yeah I know, again, not the same.

November 1, 2011

manual labor is not my cup of tea

I went to my mom's this afternoon after a quickie nap. She was going to make me dinner and wanted help hauling in wood from the back yard to her garage. I made four trips with the wheel barrow and was sweating up a storm. I did not bring another shirt with me and I was starting to feel rather gross. And I was cold.

I really hate manual labor. I always have. I'm so glad I never grew up on a farm like my mom and grandma Matilda did. After my third load to the garage, I did wonder how it was back in the times when the prairie women controlled their sod houses and did everything in the dirt. And here I bitch about how cold I am with the modern conveniences of what we have now in 2011.

Gawd I'm such a wimp.