Everyday Randomness

Time To Do Some Baking

Permalink | Shared On: 30 Jun 08 | Filed As: Family & Friends, Personal

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Wow I really don’t know what I’m going to do with all this stuff.

When Grandma said my SIL and I could split the kitchen stuff, I really didn’t think there’d be much to split.  After Hubby’s parentals finished cleaning out Grandma’s apartment today they were supposed to take the boxes that didn’t fit in the truck last night to their house.  We had planned to go to their house tonight so I could load the rest of the kitchen stuff in the Blazer.  I was thinking there would be maybe 3 or 4 more boxes.

Boy was I wrong.

My MIL decided to be nice and drive all the way out here (45 minutes) to deliver the stuff that was left for me to pick up, so she didn’t have to take it out of her car then load it back up in ours.  Now I see why.  I have 13 boxes of nothing but kitchen stuff sitting in my office right now…on top of the stuff I brought home last night and put away today.

I’m not talking a couple pans in each box.  I’m talking one box is full of nothing but cookie sheets.  Another is full of nothing but cake pans, another is cake decorating stuff…the list goes on and on.  I really don’t know where I’m going to put all this stuff…or if I’ll ever get around to using it for that matter.

My number one priority is to go through my cabinets and throw away everything that I really shouldn’t be using anymore…like my old cookie sheets that get lined with foil when I need to use them because they’re rusted.

Now I can pull out all the cake decorating stuff my Grandma gave me last year, too.  I haven’t use it b/c I just haven’t felt like investing in the pans I’d need to bake the awesome cakes.

I need to work on my icing rose skills again.  I learned to make those when I was really young…it was how my Grandma kept me busy in the summer.  It’s been years since I actually decorated a cake though.  My Grandma has also retired her skills due to her hands.  The last cake she decided to make was my wedding cake 5 years ago…the one you see pictured.

I’ll know I’ve got a better photo around here somewhere.  I’ll share it when I find it because I don’t like this one as much.  This was before she had everything adjusted, so the cake looks like it’s leaning a bit.

It Went *Kaboom*

Permalink | Shared On: 30 Jun 08 | Filed As: Family & Friends, Vehicles

I mentioned in a comment to Karen that there is a reason why we have to work in the hay fields every summer. As much as I’ll use any possible excuse to drive my dad’s truck, bailing hay isn’t an excuse I like to use.

What’s the real reason?

The summer before we got married we needed a truck to move our stuff from our apartment to our new house. My dad let us borrow the truck he had at the time for a couple weeks to get everything moved.

Well one weekend a friend of ours asked us if we could help him move his Grandma in with him. She couldn’t take care of herself anymore, so he wanted her living with him. She offered to give us all the furniture they couldn’t use anymore for helping. We would have helped anyway, but we were more than happy to have the furniture. We were paying for our own wedding, we couldn’t afford the things we needed to furnish the rest of our house at the time, and the furniture from our apartment belonged to my sister-in-law.

We grabbed my dad’s trailer and spent all day Friday moving his Grandma then we hauled the furniture she gave us 2 hours to our house. Our friend asked us to drive back to his house, spend the rest of the weekend with him, and wanted to know if we could help him move his boat out of storage since he no longer had a truck to pull it.

Sunday morning Hubby and our friend got up bright and early to get the boat, but things didn’t go so well. The truck started messing up as they were pulling the boat up the interstate. There was a recall on that truck, something to do with a vent hose being too short, so when the truck began to overheat it blew all the fluid out. Hubby got it back to the house and parked it, but it was too late. He ended up blowing the motor.

I had to call my dad with the news, then my dad had to drive 2 hours downstate to get us, and he had to pay a tow truck to follow him. My dad knew we couldn’t afford to fix it, but the local shop gave him the run around about the recall saying the problem wasn’t the recalled part but the fact that the temperature gauge wasn’t working properly, so Hubby didn’t know it was overheating. My dad ended up paying for it and we promised to basically help him with hay for pretty much eternity. lol!

What a way to pay him back, huh?

We can sit back and laugh about it now. My dad jokes about the summer we blew up his truck, and then I casually remind him that 2 weeks before he married my mom my dad accidentally set my Grandpa’s (my mom’s dad) truck on fire. The joke is to marry into my our family you have to kill the truck first. LMAO!

So I guess you can imagine how I felt yesterday when we were driving his Dodge 2500, and it started messing up on us. I had to call my dad to tell him it didn’t want to shift out of 2nd when it was supposed to, but luckily he told us he already knew about that, and he’s taking it in for a service next week. *Whew*

Beware The Mood Swings

Permalink | Shared On: 28 Jun 08 | Filed As: Family & Friends, Health, WTF!

Yup, here I am back on the vampire schedule again.

I’ve been trying very hard this week to sleep normal hours, and it’s worked for the most part. Yesterday was the exception though. The normal girlie stuff hit a few days late, and as usual it hit hard. I know I’ve talked about this before, and I can’t wait until my next pap. I’m going to have a little chat with my doctor about the PMDD info I found. I swear everyone who knows me knows exactly when my menstrual cycle will hit because I will normally sleep 16-18 hours the day before. I also get extremely bitchy, mostly because my hormones are all out of whack, and I’m tired all the time.

I slept in really late waking up at almost 1:30, and my bitchiness was even worse yesterday because I had a Mariachi band driving me crazy.. My great uncle has a little used car lot next door. He decided to have a big pre-4th of July sale yesterday, and it was horrible. No, he’s not of Spanish decent, but he loves Mariachi music. He plays in a Mariachi band, and his band setup camp outside with a refreshments table and big signs. They played all freakin’ day long from opening ’til close.

The car lot is about 150 feet away from my house, and the room on the corner of the house happens to be my office. I couldn’t concentrate to do anything with all that music. I contemplated moving into one of the cheap hotels in the area for the day, but Hubby had the car. I was stuck. I ended up walking over there, bitching at my uncle for not giving me warning they’d be doing this, and then I buried my face into the couch with a pillow over my head until I fell asleep again.

I ended up sleeping about 3 1/2 hours.  I woke up when Bubba started barking because Hubby was home.   Now here I am, it’s a little after 4am, and I’m wide awake.  I blame it on my uncle.  If his stupid band wasn’t playing at his stupid car lot I could have gone about my business instead of pitching a hissy fit and going back to sleep.

Oh yeah…

and stupid periods.  I hate being a woman.

Holey Moley

Permalink | Shared On: 25 Jun 08 | Filed As: Family & Friends, Rant

Here lately my Hubby has a major problem with socks. He can never find any. Why? He’s super picky, and he’ll only wear one specific type of socks, Hanes® Men’s Big & Tall Cushion Crew.   The line has to run across the toe a certain way, they have to fit a certain way, there can’t be any spandex in the material or his feet feel slimy, blah blah blah.

Now, these socks come in a pack of 6 for about $12, and lately I find myself buying 2 new packs of socks every couple weeks. It’s not that the socks get lost or the dryer eats them. I do at least 1 load of laundry every single day, and I’m continuously throwing away socks. His brand new socks that he’s worn ONE time will be laying on the top of the pile with holes! I seriously don’t get it. How does he destroy a pair of socks after 1 use? It’s almost as if he’s riding the bike down the road in his socks dragging his feet on the ground! If only it were that simple to figure out.

I’ve tried buying his socks a size bigger, and that didn’t help. I’ve tried sneaking in a different brand, but he KNOWS. He won’t touch them. Saturday I went through every sock in the house, and I threw all his away. I bought 2 more new packs of socks Saturday night, and I also picked up a new pair of work boots hoping that might solve the problem.

It didn’t. I’ve thrown away 3 worn once pair of socks already this week for holes. I’m not talking about a small hole here or there. I’m talking about the entire bottom of his toes is ripped out. How the heck is he doing this?

Anyone have any suggestions on how to put a stop to this? I’m sick of dropping $24 every 2 weeks on new socks!