September 29, 2009

  • How Sweet It Is!

    The weatherman lied.   It was supposed to be sunny and clear today but what did I wake up to?  Overcast skies.   I had a suspicion that they might not be all that was expected when I was talking to people on Pogo chat last night.  First Indy had rain and high winds, then the storm moved into Kentucky and it was heading at an angle that looked like it might just make it into Alabama.  Our only hope (and probably what was expected) was if the storm played itself out before it got here.  I guess it didn't entirely.  Oh well.  C'est la vie!

    (Later) Good news!  The storm clouds passed us by with nary a drop shed.  The skies turned clear blue with wispy clouds.  I think that is a fairly good indicator that we really ARE going to get cooler weather tonight.  The temperature has been dropping since the sun went down and it never got warmer than 72 here. 

    The Beast spent his day putting up the missing trim up at the ceiling in the guest room.  I spent my day just doing housewifey things.  I didn't even cut out the pattern that I pinned yesterday.  I don't feel really comfortable in here without my door.  Don't ask me why.  I guess it's partly because I know the Beast will stay out if I have that closed.  Shoot, I can even lock it so I am not interrupted.  I HATE HATE HATE being interrupted when I am in the middle of something and it's a bad habit of the Beast to do that.  I swear, I really believe he does it just to annoy me sometimes.  Since I haven't sewn in a long time, I really do NOT want to be interrupted until I get back into the swing of things.  I once thought nothing of whipping up a new outfit for my girls.  Or sewing curtains or a throw pillow.  Heck, I even made my kids stuffed animals at one time.  It helped us find a son that got lost at the Museum of Science and Industry because how many blue-eyed blonde boys are found carrying a bright red stuffed cat???    It was his favorite thing and he carried it everywhere.

    I DID find my new scissors for cutting out the pattern.  I set up my sewing machine on the craft table and the two boxes of accessories.  I've been debating whether or not I might want to get bold and try using the embroidery accessory on the bodice of the nightgown.  I'm going to have to fill a bunch of bobbins for that since it tells you when to change colors of thread and that includes the bobbin.  It's a wonderful tool, I think, once you get used to it.  It's much more complex than the embroidery features that were on sewing machines back when I learned to use one.  But it's a moot point since I can't make the nightgown until I have Chewlee so I get the right measurement for the length.

    It's my impression that Bratfink is not having a good time the last few days.  Not that I expect her to be partying (certainly not with the Boy around), but she's had a lot of pain in her hip, legs and even her hands.  I know she doesn't have insurance at all so she can't get in to see a doctor.  Even the Free Clinic is not free these days.  So she doesn't even have access to pain medications to help her through her worst days. 
    She tries to make light of a lot of it but I've been with her and I know better.  It really hurts me that SHE is hurting.  Say a little prayer for her, will you?

    Poor Buttmunch is not having an easy time of it with trying what to decide to do with Brutus.  He's such a true asshole.  He can't stay married because of the fact that he really and truly hates women.  Of course, if you met his mother, you would understand why.  He really comes from a *winner of a family*.    She would love to put the fear of God into him but he doesn't believe in God, so what can you do?  He's also not really afraid of the law, either.  Maybe a couple big, tough bikers???  Hmmmmm.  Oh well, just a dream.  He's truly one of those scumbags you hear about but hope never to meet in your lifetime.  He CAN be charming and is just good-looking enough to put one over on women who think he's just a teensy bit dangerous but can be handled.  What a surprise for them once he feels he's got them hooked or gets them into a vulnerable position.  I applaud all of them that got away with very few injuries or scars.  Yes.  He's THAT type of scumbag.

    I think the Beast is dragging his feet on getting my doors painted because he likes having easy access to this room.  I'm going to start nagging him about it.  I fed him his favorite meal tonight (which I don't eat for several reasons).  What was it?  Liver, onions and bacon.  I have always managed to make it so that people who love it thinks it's wonderful.  But it will never pass my lips again.  Ever.  I had calves liver so it cooks up quickly but I am so glad he likes it with onions and bacon.  Otherwise, the smell would make me nauseous.  He ate two large pieces with six slices of bacon and a whole sauteed onion.  That does not include the noodles Alfredo and cucumbers with Italian dressing.  But I know that eating something he loves softens him up for my nagging. 

    The Beast bought one of those laser pens at Staples for the sole purpose of teasing the dog with it.  You should see the poor dog running after it and jumping on it.  His face always looks surprised when he lifts his paws and no red dot!  The Beast has gotten good at running the light towards the door and turning it off just when it looks like it went under the door.  The dog goes nuts running around to the other side and then scouring the whole room trying to find out where it's hiding.  The only good thing is that the dog is getting a lot of exercise from all this.  He ran the light under the TV stand in the living room and the dog lay in front of the TV watching and waiting for it to come out from under the TV.

    Okay...did the first of my nagging as the Beast and I were unloading and reloading the dishwasher after dinner.  He told me somehow he KNEW I was going to bring it up since he finished the trim work in the guest room.  (He hasn't made the food connection...tee hee hee).  He sighed and said, *I'll try to get at least the one door done tomorrow*.  I reminded him that the nice weather isn't going to hold and he wants to get that done before the weather turns cold.  He snorted but he knew I was telling the truth.

    I have to get this posted now.  I will let you know if he actually gets it done or not.  I am crossing my fingers that it is so I can close my door and block out the TV that he has turned up so high I can't think at times. 

    Love you all and I hope you have a great day.  Here's a thought for today:  Ever stop to think, and forget to start again?