Thursday, September 30, 2010
One more sleep and I will have been out of the chute 65 years...lord it's been a long time. I need me some ribs a side of fries, coleslaw..and bottle of wine. Then take me home and put me to bed. The rest of my life is going to be a piece of cake....ohhhhh cake...let's not forget the cake.
Balonie ... shaking off the fungus... and looking forward.
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
Well guess what? After being off work for almost 6 months my toe nails have made a lot of progress. I have almost no pain in them...and they are getting back to normal. I can see where the brown line starts and stops on all of them 6 months ago.
I had a heater under my desk for years and years. I had a desk by a window in winter and ran the heater all the time because it was cold. In summer my boss put the AC up so cold I used the heater then too.
I fried my feet.
My toe nails are starting to get pink and thin again. I no longer have pain in them...........and I can now buy shoes that don't have open toes. I'm thinking about some styling leather boots... I thought that part of my life was over... I had to wear old lady shoes...
So there you go...
Count down to year 65.......October 1st. 1945 when I was born. My mother said it was in the early morning. I will post every day until I hit this landmark. And yeah I think I was pretty cute. An I am pointing at you.
Sunday, September 26, 2010
This new home thing is draining my energy. I have about 50 choices for everything and I can't make up my mind. I wish they would only give you two...take it.. or leave it....because I can understand that and it makes it so much easier. In many cases the builder only gives you two choices eg.) kitchen cabinets...you can make different choices BUT if they are not in the allowance of the contract you will have to pay the difference. So, you have to do your homework and make sure you don't make stupid decisions just because something else is prettier. So far we have stayed pretty well within our allowances, except for the front door. They cheaped out on that and I wanted a nice door for a change. Something welcoming instead of what we have now...a brown inside door and a screen door on the outside. Yawn. Nothing that says...come on in! But sometimes that might be a good thing. heh. I'm not that neighbour friendly, because if you own a business everyone in the neighbourhood wants a piece of you because they know Gord fixes appliances.....and they want it for nothing. We decided in the new house we will not make friends with anyone like we did here. It's amazing how people think because you live on the same street they will get their appliances fixed for next to nothing. Man that irritates me.
Crazy I know. But that is how people are.
I can't wait to sit on my front porch. .... or veranda as my grandma used to call it. Some of my friends are still laughing at me for putting on a porch, including my husband. They say it will make it look old. But my friend Janis who drew up the house...knew what I was talking about and made it look a little of both worlds.
Best times of my life were when my mom put me on a bus to visit Grandma & Grandpa in the big city on summer break. Grandma and I would sit on the veranda and she would try to teach me to embroider pillow cases....or eat bing cherries...or take me to a movie 10 blocks away from her house...or take me to Kelikes another 10 blocks in the other direction for chips. We did a lot of walking. Sometimes after eating chips at Kelikes we went and had ice cream too. They didn't have a TV...nor did we at the time, so evenings were spent on the veranda talking and smelling her wonderful flowers. Oh yeah,,,, there were caramels involved I remember them.
Sometimes I would get a little homesick so she would get one of my cousins who lived in the city to come over to play with me for the rest of the week. Then she had two grandkids to spoil.
What I remember the most was the airplanes. Grandma had a huge window facing the south...and it was full of her plants...bizzy lizzies...she called them. I remember sitting at the window and watching the airplanes fly overhead. Everytime I heard one I would go to the window and try to catch it. We never had airplanes flying overhead in the country and this was so amazing to me. I couldn't grasp it. It was a great time of my life. Grandma also made me really cool clothes. She could sew anything. Mom would always ask her to sew me an Easter Dress....God forbid I didn't have a nice Easter dress. This was when I was a little older...and got a little picky..er. The one I remember the best was the skirt she sewed for me. A circle skirt. Yup....the one you put a crinoline underneath which made you look like a half assed blimp. And when you sat down the crinoline popped up in front of you and showed off your panties. You had to constantly keep shoving it down between your legs...but hey...it was cool. They were made of a very itchy hard fabric. I remember after the crinoline days were over, I draped it over the bottom of my dresser in my room and made it look very girly. Recycling at it's best. It was yellow...
Yeah... a veranda....I have to get some memories made there with my family before I take my dirt nap. What can I teach them....??? Oy....their parents would kill me if they only knew what I have in mind. Kidding....crocheting maybe.. anything computer...well I think I will teach them to blog. They are all into facebook and can't write anything over three sentences. Yeah that's what I will do in my veranda...which will be hooked up! But I will have bing cherries and caramels...and I will see if I can get some bizzy lizzies to grow.
balonie...getting one step closer.
Thursday, September 23, 2010
Monday, September 20, 2010
We are stilling mulling about with our house plans etc. Just when we think we have one thing solved another pops up. I know it's all part of the game. That is why I never wanted to do it. It's cold and raining right now...which I love because it gives us time to make changes while the trades aren't able to work. But, by next week they think they will be ready to frame, so that means get off your ass time.
I've got the back 40 under control. Unless we have more big wind storms all the branches should stay on the trees! I have taken in my pond stuff... I may leave somethings so the new owners (sob) will have something nice to look at in spring. It's pretty emotional to sit out at the picnic table with Penny ...with the geese flying overhead, and watching the leaves on your trees change colours and know you will never see it again the same way again.
I have started to pack up stuff, throw out stuff and give away stuff. But I have a question.....when my mom died I landed up with most of her stuff...not a whole lot of it...but stuff I will never use ...some is memorabilia some of it is not. My Grandmother's china cabinet for instance. My mom gave it to me after she bought her own....yes, she passed it on to family, but I have to tell you it is ugly. I think I know why I now own a piece of history ... because she didn't have to look at it anymore. I feel guilty giving it away because my grandfather made it (hence the ugliness)...sorry grandpa, you did the best you could in the depression. I have it downstairs and use it as a bookcase now. I hate to sound like a snob, but it's made of plywood and stained a really ugly colour. It served it's purpose in her house and in my mom's. I always remember it in my grandmother's living room, but in my house it looks out of place, as it did in my mom's house. I have so many pictures of it in grandma's house...where it belonged and I think I can live without it, and look at the pictures when it really meant something with her china in it.
Then I have all my mom's other stuff. Trinkets...plants that I have kept alive, clothing, and everything she ever gave me for my birthday ... or anniversary. A lot of it is meaningless, but some is not. That I will keep. I need to downsize the memories. What I did a few years ago when I had just too much I took pictures of it and send the stuff to "Goodwill." I have never missed any of that stuff...and if I ever want to see it again I have a picture of it.
Remind me to write a post about my toe nails. It will be riveting.
Balonie...cleaning this house one thing at a time.
Friday, September 17, 2010
Two years ago, I decided to tile the said foyer. Well, if you ever want to see a "F"up, that was one. Matching the tiles...cutting the tiles ...holysmokes it was a nightmare. Over the last two years for some reason the tiles have been sliding over the lip of the raised floor. It's like the parting of the red sea. Suddenly you see a gap in the middle of the floor and then you see...oh shit..they are all moving over to the raised lip...and jutting over. It's like a pretend floor. And when you step on it...it caves ..sort of. I don't think I am making myself clear, however what I did was carve out the tiles that were overlapping to meet the real floor .... with my new handy dandy knife. So now the raised floor is all level.
So, I started with the carpet. I got it all sorted out and knew what I had to do to cut it. I couldn't take off the baseboards because apparently the people that built this house wanted to keep the cheap plastic baseboards as a shrine ... as to their ability to build a good sturdy house. However after 25 years these plastic baseboards become brittle and you really don't want to try to pry them off. So I got a nice length of metal and shoved it underneath and cut the carpet that way. It was perfect. Except for the part where Gord was going to help me and he cut himself...and he didn't even have the knife in his hand.....nevermind! He went to work just after that....dripping with blood and bandaids....good grief. He just has to look at something sharp and his skin starts to part....oy.
I even cut out all the parts for the heat register and the air return registers without incident. Then I decided to clean out the closet in the hallway. Holy crap there was a ton of stuff to throw out ... and throw it out I did. Then I noticed that the floor in the closet did not match the landing I had just carpeted. A haaa... I had enough carpeting left to do that too. Okay, not quite enough...but enough to make it look nice. When you open the door all our boots and shoes are on the same flooring...........but on the other side....not so much. Hey, there is only so much a girl can do. If the new owners don't like it....I will throw in 20 bucks...because that is what the entire flooring cost me today. I will take a picture of it tomorrow.... I don't know if I have any before pic's when I tiled it...but it looked good before the tiles started to slip over da lip.
Now I must go and rest. For tomorrow I have to tackle the basement and all it's contents. And the three flights of stairs to get rid of it. (not really heavy stuff...just stuff.)
I need someone to blow some good vibes up my ass....or I will never make it up those stairs.
balonie...thanks you for your participation.
Sunday, September 12, 2010
Anyway....a couple of weeks before we went on our trip she cleaned her fancy leather seats with Armour All. Can you see where I am going with this? Armour All makes stuff slippery. As we were leaving the city every time she hit a red light my ass slipped down out of my seat belt and on to the floor. I held on for dear life until we got out of the city and on to the open road. About an hour on the road, we stopped in a little town because her fancy GPS did not want us to go where we wanted to go. As we stopped I once again pulled myself from the floor and back on to the seat. I unbuckled my seat belt and decided to go for a smoke..shutup! while she figured out why the signal was screwed up. I opened the passenger door...it's one of those really wide doors (which was apparently Armoured ALL as well. With the seat that was already slippery and the door which was like black ice....I fell to the curb. I slipped right out of her car. Like a floppy old fish. She was quite amused at all my flailing around because she had fallen out her seat a couple of weeks before. But she fell out of her car at Wal Mart.... I only fell out of it at a remote location where nobody saw me. So Ha to her.
On the way back to the city....I clenched my butt cheeks for any possible stopping motion. I was ready. Her car didn't have one of those little handles above the passenger door to hang on to either... so I just braced myself at every intersection when we got back in the city. When we finally drove up to my house I was feeling more relaxed and I invited her in for a glass of wine.
She stopped the car, we both opened our respective doors and slid out. Nobody was hurt, because by this time we had a plan.
Friday, September 10, 2010
So, what has everyone been up to while I have been blowing a hole in our life savings? I have been decluttering and cleaning the house. After I am finished a room nobody is allowed to in it. It shall remain a shrine until we put the house up for sale. I don't care if you have to go to the bathroom, hold it.....until we sell (I have been heard shouting). Don't mess with a woman on a mission.
I have encountered weird people lately.... sales people mainly. How do they remain so ... perky? Why when I enter their offices do they greet me like they are my best friend ever? I have to pick them up by the hair while they are kissing my flip flops and give them a shake. Sometimes I act unreasonable just to see their reaction and most times they will throw in an extra door or window just to shut me up. I don't know what I'm going to do with that extra west wing they promised, sell it on E Bay I guess. I'm getting good at this.
Friday, September 03, 2010
We have been busy picking out shingles, windows, flooring....etc. and we are both still alive. Nobody has been hurt YET. But...oh my Gord has some weird ideas. Sometimes I just sit and look at his head and wonder what really goes on in there. And when we are talking to the sales people at the different places why does he feel the need to tell them his life story? Why? They don't give a shit about his sprained shoulder either. Sometimes when I see the sales clerk eyes start to glaze over I intervene either by dropping a window or brick sample on his foot. So, now he will have a NEW story to tell the next sales clerk about his broken toe.
Sorry for the lack of participation of late, but I just am so dang lazy and a little busy. Who knew I would actually buy into this new life I am leading. Sometimes I feel a little guilty for not doing a little more around here. Now that is has cooled off I am sure I will get my mojo working again.
Balonie.....going for nap.