Monday, April 23, 2018

Weekend Wrap-Up

Ah, Monday, we meet again. Now, I know you get a bad rap, Monday, but, honestly? You may deserve it.

Anyhoodle, my weekend was busy and productive. I feel like I say that a lot lately, but, I also often say that I would rather be busy than bored, so...there's that.

Anyhoodle, again...Friday afternoon I got a wild hair and found myself purging and reorganizing my bathroom vanity. I hadn't done it in a while and it was past due. As is often the case, once I got started, the effort led to a plethora of unrelated chores that suddenly seemed equally important; one of which was a cleaning and reorganizing of the kids' bathroom cabinet. Apparently, it had been quite a while since I explored the inner most recesses of that space, as evidenced by the treasure I unearthed...


...of course, that led to a trip down memory lane, back to a time when the Man-Cub could not be convinced to enter the tub without a full contingent of Matchbox cars, action figures, and various other playthings at the ready.

This led be to the Cub's room, where I planned to store the toys in the closet, which, left me with an itch to clean out and organize that particular space, as well (I resisted! The Cub will be home in two weeks! He can clean it out his damn self!).

This is how my housekeeping usually goes. True story.

Saturday, I entered my office/scrapbooking room to grab something and it occurred to me that that particular room could also use another tidying up, so, I got started on that chore, organizing the items that I have been collecting for the Rodeo Princess's shower and moving the new items that I have recently purchased for use on the porch into the mudroom, where they will languish until such time as I get the energy to pressure wash and organize the porch for the season.

I didn't even have the room finished before I had moved on to actually scrapbooking (in the scrapbooking room, what?!).

See how I roll? I'm all over here like, squirrel!

But, I managed to knock out several pages for Queen B's scrapbooks; I'm now up to the spring of 2012! Go, me! When I texted the Queen  pictures of my progress, she was duly impressed.

She also reminded me that, back in 2012, she was a sophomore in high school and, now, she is a college senior, so, I shouldn't get too full of myself and my awesome progress.

Whatever, child.

Yesterday, I spent a little more time on the scrapbooking before getting bored tired, at which point I loaded the dog up in the car and set out for the park to play fetch. It was an absolutely gorgeous day, and, I really should have been power-washing the porch (as mentioned previously), but, Hugh was out of town at another wrestling tournament, and, I am accident-prone under the best of circumstances, so I didn't think I should risk our new power-washer with my ineptitude, so, I skipped the job.

Besides, the dog needed exercise. Although, given the fact that he only fetched the ball a handful of times before jogging right past me and waiting patiently at the back of my Tahoe, like, "come on, woman! Time to go lay in the shade!", I guess he would beg to differ.

Later in the day, I met with the Booster Club scholarship committee to screen the applicants for this year's awards as well as to put the finishing touches on plans for the up-coming Senior Sports Banquet.

By the time we were finished, Hugh had arrived home, and, I spent the remainder of the evening lazing about on the couch with this one hanging out over my shoulder..

...I don't know why he was so tired; it's not like he had cabinets to organize this weekend.

As a side note, in my next life, I want to be a cat.

Happy Monday, friends.

Friday, April 20, 2018

Friday Favorites

If you've read here at all over the past year, you've probably heard me say that, since the Man-Cub decided to attend college in Hawaii, I have been inundated with references to, and reminders of, Hawaii. Well, the universe continues to send me thinly veiled assurances that the Cub is exactly where he is meant to be; this week, it came in the form of a pineapple plant that my co-worker found at a local nursery.

Pineapples in Colorado. What?!

You bet your bippy I ran right out and bought one of my own

I have no idea if the fruit will ever grow large enough to eat, or, if the plant will grow another fruit after the first one is harvested. Actually, I have no idea if the plant itself will survive my horticultural ineptitude. Time will tell that story, but, in the meantime, having a little reminder of the island while he's home for summer break will be good for the Cub.

I did mention that he'll be home in eighteen days, right? No? Yep, eighteen days!

Speaking of the Cub, one of his favorite things to do with Rowdie, before he passed away, was to cuddle on the floor while watching television. I can't wait for him to meet Boomer; I have a feeling they will take to each other like Forrest took to Bubba (Forrest Gump reference!).

I know this happy dog sure has earned a place on my list of favorites.

I'm looking forward to the Cub coming home for a lot of reasons, obviously, but, one of the biggest ones is the fact that I'll have my geeky movie watching partner back; Avengers: Infinity War and Deadpool II are right around the corner!

One movie that I know I probably won't be able to persuade him to watch is The Greatest Showman, which, I am embarrassed to admit, I just experienced for the first time, myself  (I have mentioned that I am always tardy to the party, right?). This is a tragedy because the movie is awesome! In fact, I added the soundtrack to my running playlist and my sessions on the treadmill have been invigorated.

He sings! He dances! He kicks ass as Wolverine! Is there anything Hugh Jackman can't do?

The drink in the Starbucks cup in the picture above is a homemade iced coffee; I keep a pitcher of strongly brewed coffee in the fridge and, when I have a hankering for one, I just add almond milk, stevia, ice, and I'm good to go; it's saving me a small fortune over running to the Sbux drive-thru every time I'm jonesing.

On the topic of jonesing, since I gave up sugar, I've noticed that my tolerance for even natural sweeteners has diminished, which, I guess, isn't actually jonesing, it's the opposite of jonesing.


Anyhoodle, my newfound intolerance of sweetness has caused me to turn my nose up at a lot of the containers of yogurt that I used to enjoy. But, this french style yogurt by Yoplait is the bomb-diggity-not too sweet, just tart enough, making for a satisfying afternoon or early evening snack.

Plus, the little glass jar it comes in is ah-doooor-able! I'm saving them for the mini-trifle recipe that I am planning to serve at the Rodeo Princess's bridal shower in August. Additional plans for the shower include this design for the invitations... incorporates her colors as well as the overall theme that the wedding will follow, so, I think it was a very good choice.

And, speaking of good choices, Queen B was accepted into the internship that she wanted; she will be working side-by-side with the head wedding planner at one of the nicest venues in Neighboring City. They are getting the best candidate for the position, hands down, and, I'm not just saying that because she is my daughter.

My favorite daughter.

Thursday, April 19, 2018

Rude Awakening

A couple of days ago a lumber yard in Hooterville caught fire and, despite the local fire department's best efforts, burned to the ground. The fire spread to nearby sawdust piles and, while the firefighters were able to extinguish the flames, the piles are still smoldering.

Last night, I awoke from a pretty deep sleep, convinced that the house was on fire. Apparently, I smelled smoke and my fight-or-flight instinct kicked in, waking me up in a total panic, which, caused Hugh to wake equally panicked. Once he was able to convince me that the smell was just the residual smoke from the saw pits, I was able to calm down enough to fall back to sleep, but, poor Hugh , whose fight-or-flight instinct is more finely honed than mine, thanks to his years in law enforcement, had a much harder time, and, he ended up being awake for quite a while.

I really don't have a point to this story, other than to point out that I am a better smoke detector than any electronic device in my household, which is both interesting and terrifying. Also, credit goes to my husband for not smothering me in my sleep when I passed out after completely ruining his slumber; that took a lot of self control and I speak from experience, considering the number of times I have contemplated holding a pillow over his face when his snoring woke me from a sound sleep.

Wednesday, April 18, 2018

Knock On Wood, Throw Salt Over One Shoulder, Do Whatever It Takes

I hate to jinx myself by saying this out loud, but...I haven't had a hot flash in three days.

I'm gonna let that sink in for a minute.

Three days, hot flash free.

Now, I am still flashing a bit at night, but, even without the new mattress (delivery was postponed to next Wednesday, whomp, whomp), I am sleeping a lot less crappily. New word! (SpellCheck begs to differ!).

While I have no doubt that this is merely another phase in the journey toward the nursing home, I'm totally going to enjoy it while I can (and please feel free to remind me of that when I inevitably start bitching about the flashes once they stage their comeback).

And, that's the latest update to the ongoing Saga of the Perimenopause.

Could my life be any less interesting? I think not. On the bright side, the Man-Cub will be home in 21 days! That's right; I am 21 days away from completing my first season as an empty nester, and I've mostly survived, intact.

Who would have thought?

Monday, April 16, 2018

Buying a New Mattress is a Lot Like Buying a New Car

Hugh and I have had the same mattress since roughly 2004 and it is beginning to show its age. We notice this most on mornings that we wake up tired and achy, and; I've definitely noticed it a lot recently, thanks to the disturbances in my sleeping patterns. Clearly, fourteen years of nightly use have broken down the materials, and, sleeping in padded divots is not conducive to a good night's sleep. You heard it here, first.

So, Saturday evening, we headed into Hooterville to price a new one, and, friends? Mattress shopping has changed a lot in fourteen years.

It took a solid two hours of reclining on the various floor models before we narrowed down our choice and then it took another half hour of negotiation to get the price down from Rolls Royce territory into the Chevrolet category. I'm not even kidding; we ended up paying about half of what I paid for my first car.

We also purchased a platform that raises the mattress at the head and foot, has a vibrating feature (no need to insert a quarter!), USB ports on each side of the bed, and an led light underneath. My favorite part, however, is the "anti-snore" feature, which will enable me to simply push a button on the remote control, at which point the bed will smother Hugh with a pillow.

Or, raise the head of the mattress just enough to regulate his breathing. Either way!

The price of the mattress and platform includes delivery and the the removal of our old mattress, so, not only will I be getting all new stuff, but, I won't be pressed into service to assist in carting heavy mattresses up and down our stairs; this is a service for which I would have gladly paid twice the price.

Delivery is expected sometime mid-week, at which point I will start comparing my Fitbit sleep reports to assess the new mattress; currently, I am awake an average of twice a night, with 10-19 episodes of restlessness. Any improvement will be welcome, and, at the price of a used car, the new mattress better deliver.

Stay tuned.

Friday, April 13, 2018

Friday Favorites

It's finally Friday, and, as predicted, the weather has turned to absolute crap. Thank you, Mother Nature. Thank you ever so much.

Happily, I have Snapchats from my offspring to brighten my day. Queen B recently discovered a new filter and she has been cracking me up with her efforts...

..while the Man-Cub made my week by sharing his recently shaved, adorably stubble-free, baby face...

...then, Queen B slayed me her impersonation of Boomerang, and, that was all she wrote.

Oh! I also got to wear the cutest wedges in my footwear wardrobe this week!

You know, before Mother Nature went off her bi-polar meds, dropping temperatures by thirty degrees and throwing a snow/rain mixture at us with gale-force winds.

Speaking of meds, what are the chances that insurance would cover Pinot Grigio as a treatment for perimenopausal symptoms?

Asking for a friend.


Anyhoodle, the picture above is of a chicken breast stuffed with mozarella, sundried tomato, and basil. I made it from a recipe I found on Pinterest and it became an instant favorite (the fact that it pairs nicely with Pinot Grigio is just a coincidence, I swear).

Oh, and, hey! Speaking of perimenopausal symptoms (hot flashes, I'm looking at YOU), I recently added a new weapon to my arsenal against night sweats; linen blend sheets! Seriously! They are hella expensive, but, worth every penny. Why? Because they don't hold moisture, which means I don't wake up twisted into a sweaty, damp, cold, clammy, juicy, moist, perimenopausal cocoon.

You're welcome for that image.


Thursday, April 12, 2018

Trashformation Thursday

When we were hunting for items for Queen B to refurbish for her school project, I happened upon this old army trunk.

It had definitely seen better days, but, I figured that, with a little love, it could shine like a star. Or, you know, look a little nicer. Either way.

The project required a lot of sanding since, somewhere along the way, the trunk had been painted in several layers of paint. Hugh stepped in with the hand sander when it became obvious that manual sanding of the damn thing would take well into the next century.

Once the majority of old paint was stripped, I wiped the trunk down with damp cloths to remove the dust. Then, I started on the metal components-stripping decades of grime off using three different solvents and uncovering hidden treasure; the lock is brass! And it's gorgeous!

Before I started painting, Hugh attached a set of wooden feet that I had purchased at the Home Depot in Hooterville.

Then, I painted the trunk with chalk paint in a color called Celery (Queen B's choice, damn child and her love for all things green!).

Once everything was dry, I distressed the trunk for a classic "shabby chic" look before waxing the feet with an antique wax (to mimic the metal components), and then the rest of the trunk with clear wax.

The inside of the trunk was in pretty good shape, requiring only a deep cleaning and a sheet of contact paper for a lining.

The trunk is now front and center in our guest room, providing extra storage space for quilts and sheets. I love the way it turned out and am now on the lookout for my next project. Happily, Kortni, Kristi, and I are headed to a flea market this weekend, so, fingers crossed!