tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-150080832024-03-13T06:19:52.891-05:00Do Blondes really have more fun?Musings of a true blondeCarriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10638806669936801690noreply@blogger.comBlogger99125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15008083.post-58893125144878727182008-12-30T11:11:00.003-06:002008-12-30T11:28:43.185-06:00Shopping carts are evilColds suck. I can't sugar coat it, they just do. Especially the kind that just won't go away. I'm in the midst of my 'lets just stay sick the whole winter phase'. I usually have a couple of weeks between a cold or flu bug before some mutant variation strikes again. I need to start carrying around hand cleaner in a little holster so it will be 'handy' at all times. <br />I blame it all on shopping carts. They are evil plague carrying devices that should not be touched. Just think about how many hands and other body parts touch a shopping cart in a day. Walk through a Walmart and observe the life of a shopping cart, it makes me shudder. Too bad I need to use them every night at work.<br />Here's a good product plug:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r56MUz3WJPg/SVpYjvkdirI/AAAAAAAAABA/NnLEIJ7PoXM/s1600-h/PUF_PuffsVicks_LG.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 270px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r56MUz3WJPg/SVpYjvkdirI/AAAAAAAAABA/NnLEIJ7PoXM/s320/PUF_PuffsVicks_LG.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285634483760761522" /></a><br />If it is possible to love an inanimate object this would be the 'one' for me this week. Every time I blow my nose it's like getting slathered with Vicks by my mom when I was sick as a young un. So if shopping carts are evil then Vicks Puffs are really, really GOOD! Whoever invented this should be hugged, but they wouldn't like that as I'm a little viral right now.Carriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10638806669936801690noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15008083.post-48530964335595427082008-12-29T12:34:00.004-06:002008-12-29T12:57:35.969-06:00Help me Obi Wan Kenobi!!!!I was on the brink of starting a brand new blog. I've neglected this one so much it's embarrassing. But then I thought that was just silly and way to time consuming. So here I am, back with the old.<br /><br />Today I'm decompressing. The holidays are over, we never do anything for New Years mostly cause I've always worked New Years Eve and never felt like doing much on the day after. Anyway back to decompressing. I'm in bed, in my comfy brightly polka dotted pj's that Marty laughed at with my little friend Ruby curled around my legs taking up most of said bed. One of my favorite decompressing movies to watch is Star Wars A New Hope. Luke, Leia, Han, Obi Wan and even Darth Vader make good companions. My decompression days are totally selfish, I do what I want and try not to feel guilty. The guilt part is hard, but I try not to focus on that. I'm getting over a cold so that makes staying in bed a little easier, I need my rest you know!<br /><br />Fun places to go in space, the Mos Eisly Catina, what a great bunch of sensitive spacers. I do wonder what the place smells like though. I don't think I'm supposed to care about that. But come on all those aliens gotta be hard on the nose. <br /><br />Wow, all this typing has been really exhausting, I think I need to sleep some more, decompressing is fun.<br /><br />PS: who knew that Obi Wan Kenobi would be in spell check? Another example of pop culture becoming reality.Carriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10638806669936801690noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15008083.post-39679208048562659472008-10-04T16:07:00.003-05:002008-10-04T16:45:29.512-05:00The MOODY blondeHere's a confession.......I let my moods run my life. Am I in the 'mood' to clean? That's usually a big NO so I don't clean much. Am I in the 'mood' to craft? Not enough! Am I in the 'mood' to work in the office? Not usually but that's one thing I tend to do anyway. Who else is gonna do all the paperwork for the insurance audit? Am I in the 'mood' to sleep? ALWAYS, but I still don't do that enough. Am I in the 'mood' to work? NEVER but those benefits don't make themselves so I go and because I'm a conscientious and conscious person I actually work when I'm there. <br />(I keep waiting for the dish washing, housecleaning, window washing, bookkeeping fairy to visit my house, but she just keeps passing me by. I NEED SOME FAIRY DUST!!!!).<br />Am I in the 'mood' to blog? Today I am!!!!<br />Part of the reason I live by my MOODS is cause I'm a procrastinator. I wait to do things till the very last minute. Drives my man crazy. He's a lets get it done now type of guy. I let things pile up till I can't see over the top of my piles. Although I do know what is in each and every one of those piles. I can't seem to find things put in their proper place. Another thing the man doesn't understand.<br />It's a good thing the grands come over otherwise I probably wouldn't vacuum much either.<br /><br />So last weekend was our annual 'train thingy'. Now I always have plans of getting lots done before hand and those plans seem to fall through (usually because of uncontrollable events not because of my procrastination problem). Last year I had a terrible stomach flu, the 'I can't stop worshipping the toilet energy sucking' kind, 3 days before the big event. This year I had an uncle pass away so I was gone for two days. Although I wouldn't give those two days away for anything, family is so very precious. I returned home from the funeral at 5pm Thursday and some of the gang was already here. But they were the preplanned come ahead of time how can we help group. And help they did. What a blessing they were. And what a wonderful weekend we had. Wonderful weather, wonderful people just plain wonderful. The fun lasted till after supper Sunday night. Marty and I had been thinking about downsizing the event next year but decided to not make any changes. We're amazed at how people enjoy it so much. Even the non garden railroad loving spouses like coming although I think the outlet mall and fun stores in town are part of the reason.<br />We have some wonderful pictures I could download, but I'm not in the MOOD.Carriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10638806669936801690noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15008083.post-37637127385189624232008-07-26T18:41:00.002-05:002008-07-26T19:03:31.918-05:00of pervertsIt's been perve week at our little Wally world. Dirty old men, dirty young men, URGHHHH! One of our cashiers is a cute blonde thing, sweet as could be. The guys are always hitting on her but one (I call him tatoo guy) had taken it too far and she was scared. Now tatoo guy has hit on 'all' of us at the store. Uses the same lines, a creep. But he scared our Corinda so Assistant Manager Darren (AMD)stepped in and had a talk with him. Now AMD is one of the nicest guys you'll ever run into but he's a BIG boy. Ex football player, probably defensive lineman or center type, BIG boy. All AMD would have to do is jab his fist to knock the normal man flat and out. Haven't seen tatoo guy back yet.<br /><br />Another guy, dirty old man type, has been a regular customer. He spends lots of time 'looking' in the store. Didn't figure out till the other night that he was looking at younger women. The other morning I happened to be at the front end around 2 am as two young ladies were checking out and they mentioned that they noticed this guy following them around the store as they were shopping. They called after they left and said that he had followed them out of the parking lot and into town. They were smart and called the police. I'm assuming that he wasn't caught as he was back in the store last night. Now that we knew what he was doing we watched as he 'followed' sweet young things around. He's smooth, until I knew what to look for I hadn't noticed what he was doing. We can't 'technically' do anything about it until he does something but we can keep an eye on him.<br /><br />Me, I'd like to take a shotgun and aim it at the family jewels. I'm a tad premenstrual at the moment so I may be over reacting just a smidge.Carriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10638806669936801690noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15008083.post-53322319406541402342008-07-07T15:38:00.003-05:002008-07-07T17:07:05.195-05:00A blonde weekendYes my weekend begins as everyone else's is ending. I have Sunday and Monday nights off. I just switched from having Tuesday and Wednesdays off and it's kind of nice to have a little bit of the 'real' weekend off with the rest of the world. Usually Sunday night everyone in my manworld is all relaxed so we can spend the evening lolling about, my favorite way to spend an evening. Yesterday was Marty's birthday so after I got up we went to the local Mexican restraunt, his favorite place to eat and then hung out at home. <br />Our 4th was nice. Went to a some friends house but had to leave before their fireworks started I had to get back for work. Met some people there whose 14 year old son had never lit any fireworks before, at all. I'm not sure I was able to stop a look of pity and horror from crossing my face. The poor boy! I'm sure he's missed out on some major burn injuries, but to never have the joy of personally being in charge of blowing something up, it's just a little sad in my book. By the time Pat came along I'm sure he was lighting off fireworks of his own design at age 3. When it comes to pyrotechnics my Pat is pretty creative. He surpassed Tom who is no slouch. Ben tends to do quite well at shooting things, he's quite the marksman, got some kind of pin during basic training. I'm proud really, just can't remember what the technical term is. Wil tends to do his destroying in the world of gaming, from what I hear he's darn good at Halo 3. Marty is a builder, not a destroyer. He's never been a big fireworks kind of guy. Another thing I didn't realize about him till after the vows were said. I was ga-ga in love. Didn't take the time to find out the important things, does he like sports? (no) is he musical at all? (no) does he believe that the 4th of July was really invented as a holiday to blow things to smithereens? (no) is he a train nerd? (yes)is he a skuzbag?(yes, his idea of dressing up is to wear clean work clothes). Like I said, GA-GA.<br />I was a little down as I was driving to work. The sky was lit with everyone's own personal pyrotechnics. Nebraska City's show had yet to start. I was blue, down, dejected......Well our wonderful assistant manager Darren decided to have our evening meeting outside so we could enjoy some of the fireworks. We went out just as the city's fireworks began. For a town our size the Jaycees put on a GREAT show. I was able to ooooo and awwwwwww. Life was good, my evening was better, I got to see things blowing up in a beautiful way. <br />_______________________________<br />We got our stimulus check today. Most of it is earmarked for dental work for all of us and glasses (for me) I can't see worth much lately. One of the side benefits of aging. And I think I'm gonna buy a new camera. A small pretty camera that's only for me. If they have any pink ones at wally world I'm sure I'll get one, I've got a <a href="http://cozy6z.blogspot.com/2008/06/blonde-loves-pink.html"><span style="font-style:italic;">PINK</span></a> thing going so may stick with it for my own electronic safety. Then I'm stocking up on groceries, I'm planning on at least two cart loads. The cupboards won't be bare, the freezer will be full. That should last about a week, HA. The hungry hoards usually can sense when I've done major shopping and descend upon our humble hovel enmasse. <br />So I'm off to Wally World, going to do my part to stimulate the economy and boost the sales of my employer.Carriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10638806669936801690noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15008083.post-68675362136371940532008-07-01T01:15:00.002-05:002008-07-01T01:24:48.532-05:00The blonde goes to the dentistSo this blonde has a real anxiety thing about dentists. I tent to avoid going as long as I can. Basically for years. Last time Marty went in he explained this to our dear Dr. John who perscribed some nice little anti-anxiety pills. I'm supposed to take one before I got to bed (which by the way I already did so if this post makes no sense it's cause I'm feelin' no pain, no anxiety, pretty relaxed if you must know). I'm thinking that I may make it through my appt. tomorrow pretty easily. I'll let you know. Well time for beddy bye. I'll update on my experience. Hopefully we won't have to take a break every fifteen minutes for the blonde to pull herself together and not run screaming from the office. It's really not Dr Johns fault. He is a wonderful dentist. I blame my childhood dentist Dr. Burns, who I'm sure was a decent guy but tended to forget me in the chair-or so I claim-I was a child so it may have something to do with the fact that I had not concept of time so it just seemed like two days when it was actually 20 minutes. I'll have to tell you how my visit to the dentists gave me a real aversion to ANYTHING strawberry some other time.<br />TTFN<br />If I survive without too much trauma<br />The relaxed but still anxiety stricken afraid of the dentist blonde.Carriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10638806669936801690noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15008083.post-1709015581340535832008-06-23T13:48:00.004-05:002008-06-23T14:32:31.586-05:00The Mutt and the truck and how they metThe Mutt: Max. AKA Stinky Butt Mutt, Dumb Mutt, Mutt Face, Pretty Boy Mutt, ADHD Stupid Mutt, &%$#@!!!!(that's Marty's name for him as I don't use THAT kind of language).<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r56MUz3WJPg/SF_w5RUG5ZI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Q3UKXzX-29s/s1600-h/100_1034.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r56MUz3WJPg/SF_w5RUG5ZI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Q3UKXzX-29s/s320/100_1034.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215151760209274258" /></a><br /><br />The Truck: Pat's baby.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r56MUz3WJPg/SF_xmBQhfOI/AAAAAAAAAA0/DGJHkGztNQg/s1600-h/100_1035.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r56MUz3WJPg/SF_xmBQhfOI/AAAAAAAAAA0/DGJHkGztNQg/s320/100_1035.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215152528993385698" /></a><br /><br />Background: Max is a great dog but is basically still a puppy (9months old). He has no fear of vehicles so is always be right there running around as we pull in the driveway in which ever vehicle we chose from our personal used car lot. {At this point we have seven vehicles and 4 people, when we have everyone here then there's 9 vehicles I think that qualifies as a used car lot don't you?}<br /><br />Last Thursday afternoon Pat gets ready to leave for town when all of a sudden he comes back in the house and says "I think I ran over the dog"! He then added "But I think he's okay cause he's running around". I give him the 'I can't believe you just said that' look (we both got it from several people after telling them the story). Seems that Max ran under the pickup between the front and back tires. Pat felt the truck bump over something and then heard Max yelping. We go out and Max is running around with a little bit of a limp. I decided to take him to the vet to have him checked out. The Doc was asking if we were sure he was run over cause by that time Max wasn't even acting like his hinney was tender. So the puppy angel that watches over Max earned her keep that day. Max is still an ADHD Stupid Mutt and I'm not sure he's learned to respect the fact that cars are bigger than him and not his personal toys. I'm sure in his twisted logic doggy mind he'll have figured out that since he got run over by the truck he got to take a ride in the car and that's always a treat so maybe he should do it more often.<br /><br />Oh yes and Pat's truck is the envy of most the young men of the town who love the smell, sound and feel of diesel and who also don't have families to support and can spend all their hard earned cash on trucks with fancy chrome semi stacks and custom built bumpers. Many moons ago Marty used to be that way, then came The Blonde and his life changed for the better.......or so I tend to think.Carriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10638806669936801690noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15008083.post-29332661495685095642008-06-17T17:44:00.005-05:002008-06-17T18:34:17.782-05:00The blonde 'loves' pinkHere's my hot pink baby. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r56MUz3WJPg/SFg_GqJfzEI/AAAAAAAAAAc/KC-qn6ciijE/s1600-h/06_large20080121.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r56MUz3WJPg/SFg_GqJfzEI/AAAAAAAAAAc/KC-qn6ciijE/s320/06_large20080121.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212985952307235906" /></a><br />I love my hot pink ipod! I take it everywhere. It fills my life with music. It's my 'precious'. I was a little panicky earlier as I wanted to use it and my 'precious' wouldn't work. OMG!!!!! Did I save the receipt? Do I have to reload everything? Did I lock it the last time I used it? Yup! I'm really feeling the blondeness right now. <br /><br />I'm finding that I'm turning into a pink lover. It's not what you might think. I'm not going froo-froo. It's purely a self preservation thing. As in I want to preserve my 'things' for myself. <br />As a mom I'm a push over. The boys just have to look at something I own that's electronic in nature and I'm handing it over. I'm an electronic enabler. You'd think that as they are either in or entering adult hood that I wouldn't still have this problem, but alas, I DO! So in an effort to save myself I started buying pink. <br />Another example. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r56MUz3WJPg/SFhDJg65d4I/AAAAAAAAAAk/Ld919Nv2vUg/s1600-h/320259374956.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r56MUz3WJPg/SFhDJg65d4I/AAAAAAAAAAk/Ld919Nv2vUg/s320/320259374956.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212990399416203138" /></a><br /><br /><br />My last razr was a nice silver one. Wil's cell phone wasn't that great. I got the pathetic puppy dog look and "if you ever want to trade phones Mom I would like it" speech. I admit, I caved and traded. His cell phone really was a piece of......well I don't like to use crude descriptive words. So I bought a nice used 'pink' razr. Pink is my safety net. My out. <br />Now I just have to start painting all my things pink. Like the lap top, wii (Tom & Jamie have that right now), PS2 (Ben has that now), boombox (Pat has that), PS3 (that's technically half Wil's so I suppose I can't convert it to pink), my lovely 42" LCD piece of 'art' hanging in the living room, the car, the camera etc........<br /><br />I suppose I could just say NOOOOOOO. But I'm just so happy they like electronic thingys I'm compelled to enable. I should form a support group EEA-Electronic Enablers Anonymous. I keep thinking I'm bad cause Marty doesn't have this problem. But I'm sure if any of them showed the merest in trains he would be dumping stuff all over them.Carriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10638806669936801690noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15008083.post-6857192604500613312008-06-14T16:58:00.002-05:002008-06-14T17:27:14.037-05:00Why blondie why?One of the questions I get asked all the time is why I work 3rd shift. When I get to the part of my answer that I really like it I get a blank look then another WHY?. I'll have to take a picture at work one of these nights so you can see a visual. Two words...EMPTY ISLES. Now I know we need customers to survive and thrive. I just like working when there aren't too many of them. I can think, I can hum/sing, I can space off (don't need to think too hard when you're slinging boxes of diapers), I can pray, the possibilities are endless. There's also the $1.50 and hour more. I also like to drive around town during my lunch break at 2:30 am. There's something about seeing your town at that hour. It's quiet, it's pretty, it's a little surreal, it's safe. Because it's a small town I can get away with this. There aren't too many gangs. I usually see at least one city cop cruiser and 4 or 5 cars. I'm also getting to know the drive through night crew at McDonalds. They know just how I like my Sugar-Free Vanilla Iced Coffee (one splenda) and my cheeseburger (plain). It's also a good excuse to become a recluse. On my days off I keep pretty much the same hours and who wants to catch a cup of coffee at 3am? Marty and I have adjusted to our evenings together. To some that wouldn't seem to be a problem. Spending evenings with your husband is a blessing right? We had 10 years where I was gone at least 3 nights a week or more working. So all this togetherness took a little adjustment, at least on my part. <br />So here's to the night shift and those that work it. At Wally World we keep the groceries on the shelves, the bedding ready for your bed, the paper ready for your printer, boat horns for the teenagers to use anywhere but on the river, the diapers are there to cradle the babies butts (I no longer like the smell of new unused diapers) and the TVs are right there calling to you "buy me, I would look great on your wall". We make sure it's there for you and enjoy the quiet at least until assistant manager Darren walks through yelling enthusiastically "fired up?" expecting an equally enthusiastic "fired up" in response.Carriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10638806669936801690noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15008083.post-386691841779712712008-06-13T20:14:00.003-05:002008-06-13T20:41:05.775-05:00The Blonde in the basement, a rememberance of the snakes!So the last couple of weeks we've spent some quality time in the basement. It's tornado season and has been kinda wild. I must confess that if it's light out I'm usually on the front porch watching the clouds whirling and twirling on by. But in the dark I'd rather be safe than sorry. I was raised in the days before the weather channel and live coverage when the way to forecast tornadoes was to stand outside and watch them touch down. I lived (and live) in the country where there weren't and still aren't sirens. I 'knew' what a wall cloud was before they called them that. And if the clouds were twirling above you and were an interesting shade of green it was time to go inside.<br />Back to the basement. During the whirling time I was relaxing on the futon in Pat's room thankful that we don't have the company of snakes down there.<br /> One of the reasons we got a nice little price break on this property was cause of the snakes in the basement. At first I was thinking there were just a few big ones but during the months that followed we (I use the term we loosely I provided more support as in "boys go downstairs and do a snake check")killed around 60 snakes. Some small, some large, as in I'm 5'1+" and they were as long as me. We've been snake free for 8 years and I'm quite happy about that. I can hide in the basement and not worry about 5 foot long crawly things joining us in our safe place.Carriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10638806669936801690noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15008083.post-19462982672056626612008-06-06T15:03:00.003-05:002008-06-06T16:10:10.606-05:007 months of WHAT???The last 7 months in a nutshell:<br /><br />Went through a minor bathroom remodel. Our bath/laundry area was one long room. Marty was home a lot in Jan & Feb, a whole lot, like "don't you work anymore?" a lot "maybe you should sell yourself on the corner" a lot. But I digress that's water under the bridge, a bank loan to pay the lumber bills under the bridge. So we split the bath and laundry area, pocket doors make this magic possible. It's nice to be able to close the door so I can't see the mountain of dirty clothes for a little bit. I also got a nice new marble countertop. Oh and I finally got the wall papered the other night before I went to work, gotta be in the paperin' mood in order for it to work right just took 4 months to get in that mood. I had to do some very creative piecing, didn't have much left over from when I papered a few years back. In fact I had a small 12" X 12" piece of paper left over, that's literally cutting it pretty close.<br /><br />The most adorable grandson in the world turned 1 in March. Kota reminds me of his dad so much it's almost eerie. He has ornery stamped all over his face and is cuter than a button.<br /><br />The most beautiful grandaughter in the world is mine. The DRAMA just increases each and every minute. Light and sunshine then in the blink of an eye darkness and a dirty look, she's 2 1/2 ...hmmmmmm........13..............hmmmmmm......<br /><br />I've adjusted to the life of a vampire. For the most part love working the night shift. There are moments though. Like when I wake up at 4 in the afternoon and have no idea what time it is, it's very surreal. I'm never quite sure what day of the week it is cause my 'weekend' is Tues and Wed. But oh the quietness at 3 am is a wonderful thing at Wally world. Have also been reaping the rewards of having good health insurance coverage as we've all had to see the Dr. this winter, even disgustingly healthy #3 son was sick. Our Wally World is an incubus of viral filth. Haven't ever been sick so much over a winter.<br /><br />#4 son, My baby turned 16, that seems to be the beginning of my letting go phase with the boys. Just a taste of the 'empty' nest.....Which leads to.....<br /><br />Had a couple of months when I really couldn't remember why I married the studdly one. Studdly wasn't a real word till I typed it out, now I've made it so. Yes Jean Luc Piccard I can make it so too. (If you've never watched Star Trek TNG that will make no sense to you). Oh yeah back to the studdly one. It's all better now, I'm in love again, but the commitment factor played a big part in the reason he survived. A word of wisdom from the peri-menopausal Blonde, you can't live by your feelings, they're all over the place, kind of like my most beautiful 2 1/2 year old grandaughter.<br /><br />#3 son turned 18 and is Mr. Independent. I must take a pic of his new/used pickup with the semi exhaust stacks and his tat, soon to be tats. He's done with school. I'm down to homeschooling one.<br /><br />#2 son stopped working for his dad and got a job with a company that's building onto our local power plant. He's making loads of dough but his job will be over soon. They got a new/used Durango.<br /><br />Almost daughter-in-law got her associates degree in Criminal Justice and will start working on her Bachelors in August and is raising a family and is doing daycare. Can you tell I'm VERY impressed and proud of her?<br /><br />Found out #1 son's reserve unit will be deployed in December and out of the country by Feb. Not looking forward to that time but have been expecting it for a couple of years. He got a new/used pick up.<br /><br />After a long break I'm starting to do some creative stuff again. I love my pretty paper, touching it, tearing it, gluing it, crumpling it, smelling it.......p-a-p-e-r. Some people collect antiques, I collect paper.<br /><br />I've only been out of Nebraska City 4 times in the last 7 months. Not a bad thing I just can't believe it. But then when you have to take a loan out just to gas up your car who can afford to drive to the big city.<br /><br />Paid off my car. It's so tempting to get something else but that lack of car payment will probably allow me to actually put gas in said car, which gets pretty good gas mileage and is reliable. But did you notice that 3 of my 4 got new/used vehicles? We also bought a new/used work van that #1 drives. I'm suffering from new/used vehicle envy. Have to make myself not look at the car sale adds in the paper and drive by car lots. Must-fight-temptation. The studdly one has put his foot down and said "NO NEW/USED CARS". Remember how well that worked for President Bush #1 with the tax issue?<br /><br />We have a new member in the family. Max, an adhd preteen german shepherd, joined the Clan in April. He's settling down some. He has a thing for squeeky toys, must have one in his mouth all the time, like a pacifier. A good dog though. A good addition!<br /><br />My life in a nutshell. Pretty good. Full.Carriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10638806669936801690noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15008083.post-29705128973868884182007-11-29T10:11:00.000-06:002007-11-29T10:28:51.576-06:00Don't fall overTwo days in a row, yes I've posted two days in row after going months without a post. Is there some shift in the space/time continum? Is there something wrong in the deep inner recess of my mind? Yes to that but pretend there isn't okay? What I'm really doing is putting off work here at home. We're, as in me and Wil, have been planning to move rooms around upstairs for a few weeks but haven't taken the time to do it. Today has to be the day but I'm putting it off. Since my move to the dark side at work I've had to move my bed to Wil's old room as it faces away from the back 40 (or 4) which has both shops and Marty's RR, noise. So now Marty is the sole occupant of 'our' room and Wil has been using the 'small' bedroom which is cozy but....small, so he would like to have my craft room. I've decided to move my craft room to 'my' room, let Wil have the craft room and make the small bedroom into a toy room for the grands. Lot's of shifting around. I have to get the moving done before I can decorate for Christmas. Why you might ask? Just one of those random rules I've made for myself. I guess it's called motivation. I can't put off the decorating for too much longer for then it would be too late and I would be stuck with the 'Scrooge' moniker for the rest of the year. <br />So, onward and upward troops, it's time to fight the good fight, clean the unclean and move the unmoved. Bah, hum bug!!!!Carriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10638806669936801690noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15008083.post-76699383718654548242007-11-28T12:42:00.000-06:002007-11-28T13:59:33.053-06:00LIfe from the dark sideSince my last post I've made the jump to working the 3rd shift at wally world, or as we fondly call it 'life in the dark side'. For the most part I LOVE IT!!! I've always known I'm a child of the night. But when you're raising a family it doesn't work to be awake all night and then try to function during the day. Young boys tend to trash the house and beat each other with, well, everything when not properly monitored. So now I work from 10-6:30, come home and get Wil started with school then sleep till late afternoon. And speaking of sleep, I sleep better now than I have since my 3rd trimester of my 1st pregnancy so almost 22 years. It's taken me the six weeks since I switched to get adjusted, but I think I'm getting there. I felt like cleaning the house the other night and DID it. That may not seem like such a big thing but just take my word that it really is. <br />I'm officially part of the instock team but I still get to work apparel, touching clothes is fun, I also have a chance to work other areas of the store. Who knew there were so many different kinds of peanut butter. I find great personal satisfaction filling empty spots whether it be with cans of light red beans (not medium or dark), or men's boxer shorts. I don't have to check much at all, the one part I really detested about my other shift and there aren't too many people shopping at 3 AM so you don't have to spend very much time with customer service. I'm also home during the evenings, which is weird cause for 10 years I've worked at least 3 nights a week if not more so I get to see more of everyone. One of the down sides at this point is that my weekend is on Tue. & Wed. Someday that may change but at least I have a set schedule with two days in a row off every week. The other shift I was on was very inconsistent with days off. I didn't have two days in a row off much at all. I haven't decided whether seeing the sunrise is a plus or minus yet, it is still such a foreign phenomena to me. <br /><br />On the home front we're getting ready for Wil, son #4 to get his drivers license. Yes my baby is gonna be 16 on Sunday. He passed his test yesterday (barely) and is counting the hours.....literally.......until he is freed from the bondage of depending on anyone else for transportation. He already has a car so he'll be free as a bird. He's suffered the most from my work hour change cause Marty tends to go to bed at 9 (yes we really are complete opposites) and I'm at work by 10 so unless he stays with a friend he has to be home by 9:30 on a weekend night. The HORROR!!!!!!<br /><br />I suppose I need to start decorating for Christmas, I usually have the tree up by now. But despite watching people start their Christmas shopping at 2:30 am on black Friday I just can't get into the spirit of it all yet. I do have my Christmas/birthday/Valentine's day/anniversary/veteran's day/flag day present already. It's a bright, big, colorful, beautiful 42" LCD tv hanging on the living room wall or as I fondly refer to it "ART". Marty & Wil were at the world 4:30 am black Friday to pick it up for me, a great sale!!!!! There's a whole other story connected to why I was able to get 'ART' at this time. For now I'll just say two things......Marty and train engine............<br /><br />Life is busy, life is good and 'ART' is fun.Carriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10638806669936801690noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15008083.post-76920794269185065422007-09-11T11:29:00.000-05:002007-09-11T11:36:06.180-05:00Am I alive?Yup!!!!! My friend Michelle caught me in the store as I was working and mentioned that I hadn't posted for awhile. I haven't taken the time to do it. Some days I feel like there isn't much to post. So today is my day off and here I am for a few minutes. Okay.........now what. My brain and fingers don't seem to be doing much........<br />The theme for the final round of Jeopardy is playing in my head.........and replaying.......and playing some more.......I'm not inspired...........speechless........hmmmmmmmmm. Guess I'll just have to come back and post at a later date.Carriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10638806669936801690noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15008083.post-56717478178890529052007-07-08T12:00:00.000-05:002007-07-08T12:36:17.497-05:00I love the night lifeWhen thinking of my title I was thinking of work. After working some day shifts the last couple of weeks I've decided that I like my regular 3-11 0r 12 shift. Some reasons why<br />*There's A LOT drama during the day shift. Oh my goodness. <br />*I like working with all three shifts. I get an hour or two with first shift, five or six with 2nd and and hour or two with third shift. <br />*I'm just more awake later in the day. <br />*I have a few hours before I have to go to work to get some time in the office and maybe clean the house.<br />*Of course once school starts back up again then my a.m. is taken up with that too.<br />This coming week I get to work three overnights. The floor plan in apparel is changing so they asked for volunteers to come do that. So I'll get to see what the 'real' night life is like. Come Friday, my next day off we'll see how I survived.<br />____________________<br />I'm starting to get panicky about next Sunday. We're celebrating Marty's folks' 50th anniversary with a day at our house. Brunch, hanging out and then a nice supper somewhere. That's what they wanted to do, that's what they begged us for. No open house, no surprises, no weekend get away, just hanging out with the family. Then the other night while talking with Marty's Mom I could hear his dad in the background "Hey sis,I hope you guys have some good stuff planned for us"........My first thought was "what the&%$@#!!!!" but I cut that off as inappropriate. Then Marty's mom said something about me playing my guitar and singing. Keep in mind I haven't touched my guitar in 3 years, and don't have time this week to work on my fingers (fellow guitar players will get that). I'm sure at that point my voice had raised a couple of octives, hopefully Nancy didn't notice it, though I did state in no uncertain terms that I wouldn't be doing any pickin and grinnin. But what else could they be expecting????? When I mentioned it to Marty last night he told me not to worry, they had told us in the beginning that they just wanted to spend time with the family...if they weren't happy with just doing that then too bad. I love it when he puts his foot down. So now I'm just worrying about getting the house cleaned up, meal planning, baking a pretty cake and surviving a day of 'hanging out with the family'. One possible silver lining is that my folks may also be here. Dad mentioned they might bring Wil back next weekend. I'm thinking of begging them to, down on hands and knees, weeping, pathetically moaning and groaning begging. What a nice buffer they would be. I must call in the 'providing the only grandchildren and great grandchildren' favor from them. I haven't played that card yet, but I may have to....desperate times call for desperate measures.<br />____________________<br />Need to get going. Having the familia here tonight to celebrate Marty and Ben's birthday. Gotta bake a cake then run and get some steaks and other stuff. <br />I think that I'm gonna do some vegetating the week after next, I'll probably deserve it......I'm sure I will.......I'm a good daughter-in-law.........Carriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10638806669936801690noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15008083.post-67885392465742388082007-07-04T09:03:00.000-05:002007-07-04T09:10:22.767-05:00Independance DayHappy 'I' day to my fellow Americans!!!!!! We were planning to head to some friends house later today as Marty was going to work this morning. Low and behold it's 9 am and he's back. Said they got the roof ready to go so they can start shingling tomorrow but decided to just take the rest of the day off, it's REALLY muggy out. Said friends are fellow G gaugers and were planning on having lunch so we may just head up early and hit Menards and Michaels on the way then eat with them.<br />I got on line a little bit ago and my friend Margaret that lives in China saw I was logged in so she gave me a call. With our schedules we have a hard time getting in sync so we can talk. What a treat!!!!!<br />Since my day is being rearranged I better get running so I can accomplish something.Carriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10638806669936801690noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15008083.post-89120017374709624462007-06-22T10:30:00.000-05:002007-06-22T11:02:39.458-05:00Life, in fast forwardThat's what life feels like these days, FAST FORWARD! Can't believe June is so far gone already. Never-enough-time. Today I need to spend a couple of hours cleaning before I got to work. Marty's folks are dropping by on Sunday then Monday my dear friend Patty is coming to visit for a couple of days. Nothing like company to MAKE me clean. The poor house has really suffered since I'm living at Wally world 40 hours a week. I think I might have to break down and hire someone to come and do the basics every couple of weeks. I've put off doing that thinking that with time I would be able to juggle everything........it just ain't happenin'. So for my peace of mind it's time to call in the pros. Maybe I'll have time to do some creating too.<br /><br />I think I've settled in at work (those may be famous last words, knock on wood, etc...). I'm understanding the rules of apparel, yes there are rules. What you can hang on racks together, where George goes, what kind of signs go where, there are rules for everything. <br />I'll never understand why people feel the need to RIP open packs of socks and underwear though. Most packs have nice little slits at the bottom of the package where you can gently pull the underwear out. I'll also never understand how soooooooo many people feel that stealing is an okay thing to do. Working close to the shoe dept. has been an eye opener in that respect. Who knew so many things could be hidden in a box of shoes, including the old pair of shoes that said customers exchange for a new pair, the old pair getting left in the box.<br />Today I also have to do payroll so I better get those pay checks out. My day to rail at the excess of government spending. Then off to clean the house, water the plants and go make sure middle class Americans in middle America have quality clothes to wear.Carriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10638806669936801690noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15008083.post-22418490305325760732007-05-06T10:24:00.000-05:002007-05-06T10:39:01.720-05:00Rain, rain go away.....I know that the last few years have been dry here but 4 inches in one day is a little much. Wil woke me up in the EARLY hours to let me know that there was water dripping from his window. Keep in mind that we live in a house that's a hundred years old and that we've reworked the original windows. They usually do a pretty good job of repelling the elements but when the wind is blowing straight from the west - and I mean straight - they just aren't up to the job of holding back the forces of God. Went downstairs and found the same thing happening to the front door, which isn't what I would call a "real" front door. It's a 20 year old patio door that we haven't gotten around to replacing yet. We never expect that door to repel anything. Our dillema this summer is whether to replace that or the fridge. They are both on their last legs. I'm thinking I could take one more winter of shrink wrapping the front 'door' over wondering when the white one will breath out it's last cold breath.<br /><br />Last night I had my three month review at work. I passed with flying colors. Got a good recomendation from my merchandise supervisor, a raise and the encouragement that when I'm done schooling the boys they would love to have me rise up in the ranks (you must have to work some day hours to do that, I work in the twilight zone). Life is good at Wally World as long as you can go with the flow.Carriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10638806669936801690noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15008083.post-75176604162283169292007-05-01T12:53:00.000-05:002007-05-01T13:22:36.906-05:00Of what is to comeSo, it's been almost two months since I've blogged. I didn't miss it at first, too much change, too little time. The last couple of weeks though I've had an intense desire to do it again. It helped that I took some time to revisit some blogs that I've enjoyed in the past and find a couple of new ones. Found one yesterday that had me laughing till I was crying. Wil, the 15 year old asked what was so funny so I shared.........................................................................<br />that was an example of a blank look and complete silence that only a teenager can give you which makes one feel a thousand years old and a little crazy to boot.<br /><br />Of what is to come, I had yesterday off from work, the whole day. I was almost giddy. Decided it was time to buy some flowers for the yard, have I mentioned that I love getting my discount at Wally World? Almost makes up for the, well you know, work I have to do to enjoy said discount. So I got to play in the dirt some. And since I had the day off I was actually able to cook supper. Wil was off playing with his nerdy friends at the comic book store and Pat was still working so it was just the handsome hunk and myself. As we settled in to enjoy some stroganoff and corn I was ready to switch the TV to something both of us would enjoy watching when Marty says 'how about the Simpsons'? In my mind I'm screaming "nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo" having never been a big fan of the Simpsons. I just want to cut and color Marge's hair. Then I flashed to the future, a few years down the line when it is just the hunk and me, enjoying the evening meal and watching the Simpsons every single night. So we watched the Simpsons but I've decided that we WILL NOT spend our empty nest years doing it. I'll turn the TV off before that happens. (that is a bold statement on my part as I'm more addicted to the evil box than Marty is).<br /><br /> Since my last posting we've become grandparents again. Dakota Martin Cozad was born March 11. He's a cute little bundle. At 6 weeks he's starting to take an interest in things beyond the bottle, the bed and clean diapers. Even though Gabby is almost 2 it still feels a little surreal, looking at the next generation, at what we started. I can only imagine what our parents feel like being greats.<br /><br />Wally World is calling me. I must gather my name badge and box cutter. I'm doing my part to make sure America has affordable clothing to wear.Carriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10638806669936801690noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15008083.post-17319744795679459002007-03-07T10:51:00.000-06:002007-03-07T11:07:30.443-06:00Redhead for a dayI've always wanted to be a redhead. Tried it once in beauty school and the response from schoolmates, friends and family wasn't positive. So yesterday at work I was hit in the head with a pole that fell from a scissor lift (short version of a long story) and got a nice little hair color change, blood red. I wouldn't have been so bad but blood in the hair tends to be sticky at first then all matted and finally kind of gross as it dries and becomes red dandruff. The response to my color change from co-workers wasn't postive but that could be because I was bleeding like a stuck pig and everyone was trying to figure out if I needed to go get some stitches or not. I was going to trust everyone elses opinion as I really didn't want to look and see. A mirror was brought, I politely declined it's use. Finally the pharmacist gave his opinion, yes go to the Dr. and off I went. The Dr. was impressed at what a clean cut it was and promptly stapled me shut with four big daddies. This happened 45 minutes into my shift. After all the paperwork was done I was sent home at 5:30 and still got paid for my full shift. <br />I'm feeling pretty good today. A little sore and a slight headache but none the worse for wear. I was already scheduled to have today and tomorrow off for work. So have some extra recovery time.Carriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10638806669936801690noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15008083.post-64328617165086191542007-03-05T11:43:00.000-06:002007-03-05T12:06:51.631-06:00PaybackAs I walk past the dressing room door I spy some hangers on the floor and see the edge of a pair of jeans sitting on the seat inside. I inwardly cringe knowing what I'll find when I open the door. Yup! A pile of at least twenty (I stopped counting empty hangers at 20)pieces of clothing mounded in a tangled mess. I was inwardly cursing skinny teenagers, all clothes were size 3 from the juniors section, when I had a flash back. My mother walking by my room with a load of clothes to put in the washer and just standing in my doorway with a look of horror on her face seeing the pile of abandoned clothes spread all over my floor. This happened pretty much every day. Yes mom, it's payback time. I make my living placing clothes back on hangers, taking them out to the floor, really a giant closet right, and then doing it all again repeatedly each and every day. Apparently only three of us associates feel the need to check the dressing room. And we don't all work at the same time. Hmmmm, the younger ones tend to shy away from the magical rooms. <br />God has a sense of humor. I had 4 boys and now I work in a giant closet. When mom had reached the limit of her endurance of my smarty mouthed ways she would always say, "I hope you have 5 kids just like you". One of the great curses a mother can invoke on her children. I had the four boys, four teenage boys at one time for a few months. Payback!!! I'm sure at some point as she was wading through the flood of clothes on my floor she also muttered "Someday you will work in a giant closet and pick up after ungreatful teenage girls" as she spit on the floor and hooked her index finger. Payback!!! <br />Life is filled with payback. What goes around really does come around. That's not a bad thing. It involves the good (blessings) and the bad (irate mothers and thoughtless teenage daughters). <br />"Life is good" I mutter as I calmly fold the skinny butt jeans. Payback!Carriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10638806669936801690noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15008083.post-91050314080905594972007-02-08T10:41:00.000-06:002007-02-07T14:09:11.165-06:00RethinkingContrary to popular belief I am sometimes wrong. I must admit this is mostly my belief and not something that is shared by those around me. Yes, I have a pretty high opinion of my opinions. I talked to my almost former boss yesterday and found that she really is concerned about what is happening at the restraunt. I 'believe' that part of our problem as employees is that we were so used to just running things on our own - the old boss was totally hands off - now that's changed and we're not all adjusting and playing well. Some of it still stinks but that's the way they want to do things and that's the way it will be. So I have duly chastised myself, slapped my hand, sat myself in the corner of my mind and decided that I have to live some of my life according to the wise words of Doris Day - whatever will be will be - at least in some parts of life and I have to let go and change my attitude. <br />____________________<br /><br />I HAVE to set up and take some pics of some of my current work, scrap pages, altered stuff and cards. Maybe this weekend I'll have some time - but I'm not holding my breath.<br />____________________<br /><br />We're going through a nice little cold snap. I'm sooooooo ready for summer, just skip spring and go right to July, hot, hot, hot. I really don't have an understanding of those that love cold weather and snow. Snow is just too cold to enjoy. But if it was always summer would I appreciate it so much? I wouldn't mind living through a couple years of endless summer to find out.Carriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10638806669936801690noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15008083.post-71993126321075362752007-02-07T13:47:00.000-06:002007-02-07T14:09:11.425-06:00The new me or something along those linesWell my love of Walmart has morphed into a full time job. Yes as of yesterday I am proud to be a Walmart associate. I will officially be working in boys apparel - I would say that as a mother of 4 sons I may be qualified for that position. I'm into week two of my two week notice at the embers, more on that later. This is the first full time out of the home job I've had since I had Ben (21+ years). WE all know that motherhood is a full time job as is homeschooling, and being secretary and bookeeper for our business involves a few hours too. What really pushed me into this decision is that as a small business owner we really can't find insurance that's affordable AND good. Yes the benefits pulled me into retail. I'll be working the 3-11 shift, pretty comparable to what I work now with a couple added nights and hours. Marty and I have been throwing the idea around for a year or so and with our Walmart doing really well and still hiring we thought might as well jump in now. So here is to hoping that working at Wally World (the store that time forgot) will be a good move. And yes, we do have to do the cheer. <br /><br />Another thing that prompted my choice to move on was how things are going at my almost former waitress job. Basically it sucks!!! Now for me to say that means that it really stinks. I'm not sure if the new owners are trying to get rid of most the staff, but that seems to be what is happening. There is much unrest and dissatisfaction among the natives. So this new job opportunity came at a really good time...I had a good reason to quit. Will I be brave enough to say things to the new manager? Should I care what happens when I'm gone? (I wouldn't except for the staff taht is left). It is no longer our 'happy place', yes the wait staff really called it that. Customers have noticed the differnce in our attitudes. It's sad in a way but......the new owners have the right to take the restraunt in a new direction wherever that may be. I fell better now.<br /><br />I must go shoot some pool with Wil, haved hear the clack of the balls for too long.<br /><br />Oh yeah, I got to spend the day with my scrappin friends on Saturday, what a fun way to spend 8+ hours. And of course have some quality time with my paper.......it smells sooooo good and is sooooo smooth.Carriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10638806669936801690noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15008083.post-35767584528158710882007-01-21T15:54:00.000-06:002007-01-21T16:30:38.821-06:00New thingsWalmart....our store opened on Friday. I am unapologetic in my love of Walmart, I say that because when a Walmart opens in a small town there are some VERY strong anti-wallyworld feelings. Our store is one of the smallest super centers they build, but hey I was able to buy pool cues, a Razr-not to shave with to talk into, adorable yet cool baby boy clothes (only 10 more weeks till the newest Cozad joins the family), file folders and paper clips. AND got to see many people I know, don't know if that's good or bad. A trip to what I call 'the store that time forgot' because of the hours that I loose there already can take up a good chunk of the day without all the socializing that will happen. <br /><br />Snow....it's freshly white outside, truly beautiful. I am enjoying the view from inside. Don't like the feel of snow, just the look of it.<br /><br />A new appreciation of the inventor of Midol, I would hug said person if they were here today. I'm so glad I don't have to work or leave the house today, I've been spending quality time with my heating pad.<br /><br />A wonderfully quiet day at home....I'm feeling blest about it. My to do list for tomorrow is l-o-n-g but I'm leaving it for tomorrow. My studio is calling, the pool table is calling, my heating pad is calling...there is time for all three.Carriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10638806669936801690noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15008083.post-82263261179523153882007-01-14T15:28:00.000-06:002007-01-14T15:58:22.671-06:00Bonus dayIt's snowing, a nice slow white snow. I was supposed to work and evening shift tonight. We had a party of 50 booked but because of the white snow they cancelled the party and I got a call that I didn't have to come in, one of the advantages or disadvantages of living out in the country. I wasn't too disappointed as I'm in creative mode so I get to spend more time in my studio, YEAH! <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r56MUz3WJPg/RaqhtOgKIwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/36qAE8dBS_I/s1600-h/scrap+table.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r56MUz3WJPg/RaqhtOgKIwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/36qAE8dBS_I/s320/scrap+table.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020002533017002754" /></a> Speaking of the studio here's what my door/table looked like earlier. I finished the project I was working on so it's cleaned off now but this is how I create. I not only layer on my projects but also on my table.<br />I love my door/table. My friend Hollie asked if I'd be interested in the door and I jumped on it. It's the perfect door/table nice and deep. I like to have my supplies close to hand so it's deep enough that I can have that and have lots of room to create too. I spent less than $15 to get it set up. I already had a small thin cabinet for the right front, I used the bottom of an old kitchen hutch to hold up the back side. All I needed was something to hold up the left front corner.<br />_______________________ <br />Another bonus of the day is that I get to watch the NFL playoff games. I've missed a lot of football this year so I'm appreciting today.<br />_______________________<br />There's a ton of testosterone floating around my house today. My brother is here for the weekend, Wil has a friend over and Ben is hanging out for the day. So that makes 6 males 14 and over. My studio is a place of escape, my oasis of femaleness (is that a word?) and creative tranquility. The men know how sacred it is so they don't venture in there much. BONUS!!!!!Carriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10638806669936801690noreply@blogger.com0