Quick!!

I know-it has been a while. I get caught up in stuff, and I don't feel it is necessary to spill my guts all the time.

Hmmm...work is really hopping. Two jobs going on right now, with another one looking good. Payroll, taxes, bills to pay, the usual. Data entry, ordering, all the stuff. Phone rang and rang today.
My mom called. I answered like this (caller id), "Hi Mommmy!!!" She laughed.

Talked to my daughter today. She sounded happy. I am going to see her on Friday-Yay!!

P-nut's horse, Didi, is having surgery today. She must be freaking out-and she has a soccer game today. Maybe it will help keep her mind off of the surgery. I am going to go watch.

That's all I have time for. Need to get ready to go. Ta-ta for now!!

Ring! Ring! Ring!

As of July 8, 2010, Gary and I have been married 22 years. Ok, so it isn't 25 or 30. But, I am impressed~and, it flew by!!

Anyway, when we picked our wedding rings out, way back in 1988, we were poor. Really, really, poor. Minimum wage/living at Mom's house, poor. We saved up a bit, had some debts paid off, and it was time to buy rings. Plain gold bands, second hand, "estate" jewelry. My ring was too small. The jeweler was kind enough to "stretch" it, but it really was a whole size too small. We bought it anyway...

Years go by. We have a baby girl (love you, honey!!) and she is gorgeous. Ecstatically happy. However, the too-small wedding ring is stuck on third finger, left hand. Baby is 3-enough weight is lost to get said ring off finger. No money to replace ring, so it goes back on the hand.

Again, years go by. Weight is put on, taken off. Again, ring comes off. Again, no money to replace ring. Ring goes back on hand. Never to come off again.

Now it is 22 years. Ring needs to be cut off. Seriously. Finger has permanent dent in it from said ring. Ring is pretty special to that finger, but it HAS to get cut off. It is, and is set aside to be repaired for future use by daughter...

Mad search on for new ring. Hate that finger being naked. NAKED finger!!! Months go by, no purchase is made~until September 3, 2010. The PERFECT ring is found. Oval faceted ruby, flanked by two diamonds, 1/3 CTW. Yellow gold band. Problem? Husband is on his way to Dodge City, and ring is in Seattle. Drama on the flights to Dodge, but the ring is snapped in a photo, sent to husband, approved and PURCHASED.

New owner of said ring is terrified to wear the ring until she is home...but it fits perfectly. Three days later, it is still on the third finger of my left hand, and comes off when it is necessary. Yay!!

So, sew. I like to sew. I should be making money at it. I don't know how to go about it. I can make baby items for a booth at a craft fair. I would probably sell most of them. I don't know.

I have to get my daughter's shirt made. I bought some really beautiful brocade fabric, but I want to make sure I get the sizing right...it took more adjustments and alterations than I had ever done before to make the practice top. I think I will clean up the baby bootie stuff for now, and get busy making her shirt tomorrow...ok, Stacy? :-D

It is the lull before the storm at work. I have a day or two to breathe a little before I get swamped again. Swamped is ok-I just get tired of doing the same thing over and over and over. So not creative...

Ok, tomorrow is my friend's birthday. I made her some adult booties. I think she will get a kick out of them, even if she never wears them. The have frogs all over them-it says "peace frog" all over them. They are green, with magenta and green trim. Very cute. If I can figure out how to post pictures, I will.

Unwritten...

Ok. It's done.

I am over it! I have moved on. So, that's that.

Back to reality. Less stress, less worry about so many things. But the old stuff is still there, and I am still a landlord. Good Lord, I don't want to be a landlord any more!! Humph.

So, Gary let a guy move in the downstairs of the rental. The same day the guy moved in, I started getting calls from the upstairs tenants. The next day, more of the same. The next day, another call. Crimey! Can't people use common sense? The upstairs was complaining about the downstairs, the downstairs was complaining about the upstairs.

I don't know how much work we are going to get out of this guy. We shall see. Sometimes Gary's ideas are great-sometimes, not so much. This might be a not-so-much. Don't want it; don't need it.

Onward and upward...

I need an Acura cure...

So, today I am selling my beloved car. This has been emotionally hard on me. I know, in my head, that it is all for a good reason. But still...why do I have to be so tied to a stupid vehicle? Irritates me that it makes me so, so sad, to have to give up a car. I don't really want to go over all the pros and cons again. Just let me have my meltdown in peace...

Nearly the end of July

Holy Toledo! It is already July 22, 2010. My summer, as usual, is getting away from me. I haven't had "summer vacation" in years. I have always had to work during the summers-especially for the last 16 years. That is our "busy" time for our business. I have managed to get away for longish weekends, but the general rule is, "Take vacation during the fall and winter when we aren't working!" Darn it, anyhow.

So, what, exactly, do I do? I manage a company that inspects, tests, and treats utility poles (common name-telephone poles-even though most utility poles are power poles). I do the day-to-day stuff for the business. Things like payroll, taxes, data-entry, balance the books, invoicing, preparing bid packages, investigating insurances, paying the bills, and generally being bored. How many more years can I do this? I don't know. As long as I have to, I guess.

I really would rather read, weed the garden, sew, or some other such thing. My husband keeps trying to sell the easel he bought me, because "you never use it." So? I also have a piano that he bought me, and a collection of carousel animals that I refuse to put up (until I have a glass case for them). They are mine; I love them, even if I don't use them.

We all have things we love and don't really need/use/look at, don't we? I do turn my books over, though. I mostly use my Kindle for books, but occasionally I want part of the collection that goes together. Jodi Picoult books, for instance, or Harry Potter books. Maybe the Twilight Saga. But if the story doesn't stay in my mind, out it goes.

Getting back to what we have that we don't need/use/look at. I think there is some kind of rule of thumb for that stuff. But, I am getting to the age that the kids are thinking about Mom's stuff, and what they would want upon my demise. Face it; it is gonna happen. Decide ahead of time who is going to get the piano, the carousels, the emerald, the pearls. I don't have lots-but what I have means something to me-for whatever reason.

So, this was random. It was my first blog. What did you think?