Friday, March 27, 2009

Inquiring Minds Want to Know

Name: Marcia
Birthday: January 25th
Birthplace: Little Rock, AR
Eye Color: Hazel
Hair Color: Dark Brown with God's highlights
Height: 5'2 1/2
Ethnicity: French/Irish
Weakness: Mom's cooking
Most missed memory: Time with Grandma and Grandpa
Thoughts first waking up: uugh. How many times can I hit the snooze?
Last time you cried: last weekend, though I can't remember why at the moment
Song title that currently says how you feel: "Raindrops keep falling on my head...."
What is the perfect day for you: Anytime with lots of laughter
Ever been asked for an autograph? Yes actually. I was "Lady Stumble" in my high school's production of the "Canterbury Tales from the Wife of Bath". The request for the autograph was all in fun, I'm sure as I have not seen it for sale on E-Bay!
How do you vent anger? Cry, slam doors, yell
Who do you talk to most on the phone? My baby girl
As a kid, were you a lego builder? No, I was a Madge doll (you know, Barbie's friend) who I gave a really cool haircut (not!)
Do you chew on your straws? Oh yeah ~ and you know what that means
Do you sing in the shower? On occasion ~ sometimes those songs just won't go away til you sing em!
Who's the last person you stayed up late talking to on the phone to? Rick
The last place you went to in a plane? Tulsa
Do you cry at weddings? Usually
Are you afraid of the dark? No - love it!
What are you addicted to? Old movies - musicals mostly - like "Singin in the Rain", "Yankee Doodle Dandy", "Oklahoma", etc.
Crunchy or creamy peanut butter? Peter Pan Creamy, please
Who do you fight with the most? Myself?
Who can you tell anything to? Lindz, Mom, Sisters, KeKe
Who can't you get enough of? My family and dear family friends
Who makes you laugh the most? Lots of people - Dad, Mark, Uncle Skeet, Ryan, etc.
What is the worst feeling ever? When people I love are hurting and its possible I was on the other end!
How many pillows do you sleep with? Usually my one sobakowa buck-wheat-hull-filled little pillow...unless I have a headache...then its a nice fluffy one
How many rings before you answer your phone? A couple or so
How many times do you press the "snooze" button? See above
How do you sleep? Alas, alone...and with my CPap (oh so cute)...Hard and on my a very dark and cool room....for as long as possible
Last time you laughed: This morning, listening to Jody Dean and the Morning Team on K-Luv Ever looked at someone ugly and said "EWWW"? No, but at something ugly - yes!
What is your favorite color? Yellow - though I wear more red, pink and green
What is your favorite state? Texas!

Monday, March 23, 2009

Are you among them or would you like to be?

Here's to the Crazy Ones

"Here's to the crazy ones. The misfits. The rebels. The troublemakers. The round pegs in the square holes - the ones who see things differently. They're not fond of rules and they have no respect for the status-quo. You can praise them, disagree with them, quote them, disbelieve them, glorify or vilify them. About the only thing that you can't do is ignore them. Because they change things."
- Jack Kerouac quoted in an Apple Computer Ad, 1997

Words to live by?

"There comes a time in life when you have to let go of all the pointless drama and the people who create it and surround yourself with people who make you laugh so hard that you forget the bad and focus solely on all the good. After all life is too short to be anything but happy."

Friday, March 20, 2009

A little side business....

You've got the guy, you've got the 'bling'
You've got the church where bells will ring.
Your invitations should make a 'splash'
And you can do it with little cash!
Calligraphy adds that special touch
To invitations that mean so much
You'll send to friends and family
And mark the day that "you" become "we".

If you would like a sample and price list, just leave me a comment! Thanks!

Thursday, March 12, 2009

I went to L's doctor's appointment for her first ultrasound...and yes, the doctor got a great shot of the little one....its a Kylie Jo!! Bring on the pink! July will be here before I know it...making me a GiGi or a NaNa or a Grandma of some sort. Yahoo!

Thursday, March 5, 2009

Plum Paint Predicament

I finally decided on the color of purple I want to paint the dresser/tv cabinet that has been sitting in the extra bedroom for a loooonnnng time: Baroque Plum. Such a pretty purple and it only took two times for the WalMart employee to mix it correctly. Just a quart of Baroque Plum should do the job - and R plans to paint next week during his Spring Break. I also picked up a roller and paint tray while I was there so there would be no excuses for not getting this project completed next week.

Once I got home, I grabbed all my WalMart sacks from the trunk, and plopped them in the front seat so I could retrieve my house key. I opened the door, turned back to the car and noticed Baroque Plum on the side of my car!!! Yikes!! The paint can was not sealed entirely and I must have splashed it when I moved the bags. Almost hyperventilating, I carefully looked through the bags for the paint...found it...only to find it was in the car seat, on the seat belt and the side door!

Thank goodness the WalMart plastic sack held a pool of paint as I lifted it out...dripping paint across the patio. I took the remaining sacks into the house and put them in the sink to avoid any excess spillage. Unfortunately, I did not notice the paint I tracked into the house on the carpet...little puddles of Baroque Plum from the back door and through the living room.

I got a bucket of soapy water and washed off the side of the car, took a swipe at the car seat and seat belt, then decided I'd better call WalMart. After holding for a manager, speaking to "Boyd" and then getting handed off to "Bill", I explained my plight. Purple paint on a maroon car - not so good - and even worse when tracked in on the carpet. His main concern seemed to be when I made the purchase - the time frame - and whether or not the employee used a hammer to close the paint. I reported the time from my receipt and even told him that I mentioned to the cashier to be careful, the paint sample smeared on top of the can was still wait. She appreciated the warning. I told Bill "yes, the young man used a rubber mallet to close the paint can - but evidently not quite good enough". At least the paint was latex and would probably come out with soap and water - but still - what a mess!! He apologized that it happened and took my name and number so he could call back after seeing what would be best to get the paint out.

I changed clothes after noticing I had paint on my jeans and tops of my tennis shoes - and of course the 81 degree weather did nothing to help me keep my 'cool'. I was sweating like a pig and continued to wash off the car. Bill called back to report he had found some "latex blaster" that according to the directions, should get the paint out of fabric. When no offer for help came from him, I asked if perhaps someone could bring me some of the 'blaster' - since I live such a short distance from the store. He took down the directions and in about 30 minutes, an assistant manager named Jana appeared at the front door. She asked to see the paint, so I took her through the house and out to the back patio where she proceeded to step in the paint - but hey - it was kind of difficult to avoid. When I pointed out that she was stepping in the paint - she said "that's OK, these are old shoes" and I thought well, you're not walking back through my house with that! The look on my face must have said it all as she said, "I'll just walk around the house to my car".

Jana told me to give the blaster a try and then call them to let them know how it worked, and to bring my receipt and come for more paint. It was 8pm and I was really in no mood to clean up the paint. I sprayed some blaster in the trunk and attacked it with a rag - some of it came up. Thank goodness R's backpack was spared from purple drops. I refilled the bucket and attempted to wash the paint further down the patio or just dilute it more. I moved the paint-filled bag (and wiped down the can) to another spot with a clean bag, and threw the puddled paint into the trash can. Pretty, pretty trash can! Royal blue on the outside - Baroque Plum on the inside!!

R could not come home to help as work was too busy. I cleaned up the outside of the car as best I could and washed off my shoes - then put my jeans in to wash. Then I was DONE! I was too tired to do anything else. I took some PM pain reliever and went to bed.

This morning, the paint looks more pink than plum - especially on the car seat - but at least it is dry to the touch. R will give it the once over today at school - at least the outside of the car - and then try more blaster later. I don't know when I'll venture back for more plum paint - but think I'll see if it comes out of the carpet first - just in case I need to ask Bill or Jana for the use of a steam cleaner.

Sunday, March 1, 2009

Somehow - a month after I had the flu - I got bronchitis! The doctor was surprised to see me, but said it wasn't unusual for this to happen. I spent two days with a fever, went to work one day, stayed home the next, went back again, only to go to the doctor the next working for 2 1/2 days in a week - that about sums it up. The cough is horrible, but hopefully breaking up and getting better. I really did sound like I was coughing up a lung...and the doc said I was not how come it gets passed around so easily?? I am tired of taking pills, that's for sure and I will certainly be glad when I get my sense of smell back. Seriously, I had candles burning and realized I could not smell a thing...not even the spaghetti sauce cooking on the stove! No garlic, no onion, nothing! Gotta love the PuffsPLUS tissues, though - they are so kind to your nose!! I highly recommend them.

My Dad's older brother Robert (Uncle Bob) passed away last week. He was over 80 years old. Dad had left to drive to TN last Sunday and pick up his younger brother, then they went to NC and spent time with Uncle Bob. One thing I remember about Uncle Bob is that he would always say "Well, hello pretty (purty) girl!" to most any female he met - smart guy, Uncle Bob. He didn't have to remember names that way (though we know he knew ours!). He has three daughters-in-law - two of which are named Debbie, plus grand-daughters and great grand-daughters - and grandsons too - but perhaps the 'double deb' was the root of it all. Uncle Bob looked a lot like his Mom, my Grandma. Silver thick hair and a sweet smile. His wife, Aunt Josie, is an artist and Uncle Bob would do the framing of her water color and oil paintings. Dad is going to start driving back tomorrow and should be home Tuesday.

I really can't go into detail about an event that occurred recently - but will say it was quite a shock and left me with knot in my stomach. Though no pain was intended, it happened and has hurt several people. Trying to keep my mind off it has not been easy so to say the least, its been stressful.

Three folks retired from Sears last week - in efforts to retain their 'lump sum' pension by leaving by the end of February. One had 45 years of service, one 38 and one 32. Thats hard to believe in any work environment, but in retail these days - unheard of! I wrote each of them a poem and went to their 'luncheon' with Kyle. Though I didn't have much of a voice, and still coughing, I read the poems and visited for a little bit. It was nice.

R asked and I agreed to let one of his friend's dogs stay here while they saved some money for a pet deposit. "Cole", the pit bull, is a big dog and got along well with R's "Drift". We found out one morning that Cole can get over a chain link fence, but at least he sat nicely at the back door until I came to leave for work. That meant that the two of them were in the garage until someone could be home to be outside with them. One day, while we were at work, Cole managed to open the door from the garage to the house...and the two of them had quite a day messing up the living room. There was also evidence that they were on my bed and in R's room...probably lounging around, taking a nap. They left a couple of 'piles' which were less than lovely and R had the joy of cleaning up. He took the leaf rake to collect all the trash strewn around the room! Cole has since gone home to his master, and Drift misses him and moans frequently. Cole was well-behaved (to a certain extent) and at least listened when told to "sit".

In a couple of weeks, I'll go to the doctor with L & J for the ultrasound! So exciting! They hope to find out what they are having and start planning the nursery. Several folks have mentioned a shower, so sounds like they'll have lots of help preparing! There is so much cool stuff out there now for babies!