August 24, 2015

Obsessive much? Yes, but....POCKETS!

I don't know about you, but I am ALL about pockets...especially on the weekends.

Why?  Because on the weekends I carry a teeny, tiny handbag...one so teeny tiny that it basically only holds my wallet.  As opposed to the gigantic one I carry during the work week that will hold everything I MIGHT need and then some.

Now, in summers of old I usually wore t-shirts and shorts all summer, every weekend.  And shorts usually come with pockets.  This summer, however, I have shunned the shorts and t-shirt look for several reasons.  One being that I felt frumpy in them.  And the other being that trying to find a pair of shorts that are age appropriate AND flattering has become damn near impossible...have you SEEN the hoochie shorts that are currently being sold?!  So this summer I have switched to summer dresses and skirts.  The result?  I feel better and look more pulled together.  But, the downside is that not many dresses and skirts have pockets.  How have I arrived at this conclusion?  By a VERY scientific study...I have five casual, summer dresses (only one skirt and it has pockets) and of the five only ONE has pockets...as I said - very scientific study.

Once I acquired the one dress with pockets, I was obsessed.  I began hunting every store I could think of looking for dresses or skirts with pockets.  There were none to be had.

And then one day, my denim dress (which the Husband HATES with a passion) came up with a noticeable bleach spot on it...yes, I AM giving the Husband the side-eye here...he claims he's innocent but I cannot remember the last time I've dealt with bleach enough for it to splash onto my clothing..and an idea bloomed...

"Surely, it can't be THAT hard to add pockets...right??"  Yes, I guess I am an optimist in that I am always convinced that "it can't be THAT hard to do (insert your project here - add a pocket, knock out a wall, install a roof, replace a transmission....)!"

So I did what every other self-respecting American would do.  I Googled it.

I came across several links (here, here and here) which told me that it was easy-peasy to add side pockets to your garments.  Armed with this knowledge, I began to rip the seams in that bleach stained dress (because I had to toss it anyway, I figured it could be my dry run).

Here's what those links didn't tell me.  If you are not a seamstress and you don't know your way around the sewing machine that is currently collecting dust in your closet; this is NOT so easy-peasy after all.

But, I was determined.

After putting in, and ripping out, pockets at least five times, the denim dress was completely ruined...BUT I thought I had the fundamentals down.

So I pulled out one of my least favorite dresses and prayed.

And I think I got it.  Currently, this dress has one pocket.  By next weekend it may have another.  But I wouldn't want anyone to get an up close look at my work (hence, no pictures).  BUT, I have a place to put my keys and my phone.  I call that a win.

Am I ready to start ripping stitches out of my favorites?  Not yet.  I need some more practice.

In the meantime, I think I might start calling alteration places to see how much it would cost to have them put in - considering how "easy-peasy" this is - to a seamstress - I think it might be doable.

And?  Kudos to those sites linked above.  You gave me the courage to rip apart my clothes.

As for you?  Yes, you CAN do it...even if you are as sewing-challenged as I am - but, like me, you need to practice, practice, practice.

August 11, 2015

Morons in the News....

I simply HAD to share this.  I heard the audio the other day while listening to a podcast of the Bob and Sheri show (LOVE them) and then when I saw the video, I was rolling on the floor.  I hope you enjoy it as much as I did....





And one of my very favorite lines?

"You WILL be recognized and the people that know you, don't really like ya anyway..."

And to the offender?  "Son, they WILL find you..."

August 9, 2015

Go Set A Watchman - a review (spoilers ahead...kinda)

If the truth be told, I have been trying to craft this post for almost FOUR weeks now - I've even re-read the book nearly two more times, in an effort to figure out what I wanted to say and HOW I wanted to say it.  I wanted it to be deep and thoughtful...I wanted to explain what I was feeling on some kind of cosmic level.  With words that would speak to people.  And then I realized, I can only write the way I write and you will either get it or you won't.  So here it is - in all it's un-deepness.  I hope you know what I am trying to say.

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As I told you in a previous post, I don't do book reviews for stories that I don't love.  So....

Yes, I loved it.

Did I love the fact that the hero of To Kill A Mockingbird had clay feet?  No.  If the truth be told, it broke my heart.  BUT, as DJan (and here, because she has it together enough to not only have TWO blogs, but posts regularly to both...unlike someone else I know....yes, me) so sagely pointed out in her comment on that post, he was a man of his time.

It hurts to discover that your hero - be he a real person or a beloved character - is human; with failings like any other human.

The story barely touched on the subject of the case that was central to the story in To Kill A Mockingbird - just enough to explain that Atticus Finch was a man of law - the color of a man's skin mattered not - he adhered to the letter of the law and fought for the defendant as needed.

In To Kill A Mockingbird, which is narrated by the adult Scout, the story is told from a child's recollection.  In the beginning of that book Scout was about 6 - the age when most little girls still believe that their father is a hero.  An age when they have not realized that people they love and admire are, sadly, only human and open to all the frailties of character and morality.

Go Set A Watchman, is a look back at how life was - and how far we've come.  It also serves as a reminder that no one is perfect - even if they are only a character in a book - we are all flawed in some way.

Yes, it was supposedly printed "as-is."  A rough draft, if you will.  But even so, the story is compelling; the story rips at your heart as you realize that the ONE hero you thought was above reproach is, after all, only human.  And your heart breaks a bit for Scout to only now (this much later in life than most of us), discover that her father isn't the hero that she'd always thought; but yet even so, he is a good man...a man with flaws.

The story leaves you with the impression that Scout, despite her disappointment, will forever try to make her father see the errors of his thinking.  And if she fails?  She will love him anyway.

If you can set aside the initial distaste of discovering that Atticus Finch is a mere mortal, then I would strongly suggest that you read this book.

August 7, 2015

God knows that posting here has been few and far between but....when post-worthy things happen, they happen BIG

Yesterday was a normal day, post-transition (translation?  I'm sitting on my hands waiting for others to do their magic, so I can do mine), when, by some miraculous turn of events, I actually had something to DO.  Something PRESSING!

And, of course, that is when my phone rang.  It was The Husband telling me I needed to call Man-Child and calm him down.

Apparently, last Saturday, MC offered to help his friend's parents begin renovation on their house.  (What a good, thoughtful boy).  And, in the process, he punctured his hand on a rusty nail (of COURSE he did).  They poured some peroxide over it and called it done.

Here is where I can only assume what happened in the following days....

Someone must have mentioned tetanus shots and lock-jaw to him. 

The next thing I know, MC called The Husband to inform him that he punctured his hand with a rusty nail, neglected to go to the doctor and now he is all achy (particularly in the jaw) and worried.  In an attempt to alleviate his worry he went to the Minute Clinic (since school is not in session yet, he couldn't go to the campus clinic) and was told that they don't administer tetanus shots.  From there he went to the hospital where he was told more than 72 hours after the fact is too late to get the shot.

From all this I can only surmise that MC had consulted WebMD (he had) and didn't want to call me for fear that I would freak out.  So he called his dad - who, while trying to be calming, was definitely freaking out on the inside and, apparently not doing a good job at hiding it...hence why I was called.

So I texted MC and told him to call me.  When he did I could hear the worry in his voice.  I was calm as I explained to him that, more than likely, he is fine.  That if I remembered correctly (I hoped!) he had a shot not too long ago.  And that (again, if I remembered correctly) they were good for about ten years.  In an effort to teach him to think on his feet and deal with life, I told him I was in the middle of something (I WAS) that he should call our doctor's office first and find out when his last shot was and see what they had to say.  He said he would and that he'd call me back.

After two hours had passed, I texted him to find out what was going on.  When he called he told me that they had said they would have a Physician's Assistant call him - BUT that he had a tetanus shot in 2010 and was probably fine, and even though they DO last for ten years (who knew THAT was the kind of information my brain would actually hold on to?) it would probably be a good idea to get another one anyway.

And then, him being him, he missed the PA's call and by the time he called her back it was after hours and he couldn't reach her because....he has NEVER set up his voicemail ("Because, seriously Mom, who even USES voicemail anymore?) and she had no way of leaving him a message ("Now do you see WHY you need to set up your voicemail, Son?!).  *sigh*

I told him to use Advil for the "achy-ness" and to keep his hand clean and disinfected.  When I texted the next day he was feeling MUCH better.  I told him to stay away from WebMD and that I'd see him on Saturday (it is coincidental that I had already planned to be up there this weekend anyway, but it will be nice to see for myself what is what).

I think the boy has learned a few valuable lessons from this experience...

1.  If you puncture yourself with a rusty anything; immediately get a tetanus shot.
2.  Every ten years, get a tetanus shot - whether you need it or not.
3.  Stay away from WebMD - particularly about tetanus...apparently, it's pretty gruesome stuff.


July 21, 2015

I have had enough...

We have been looking for a house since November.  EIGHT months.

As you know, we recently had a deal fall through; mainly due to the Seller's unwillingness to negotiate.

Since that time, our Realtor hadn't contacted us in WELL over a month.  When the Husband reached out last week to see what was up and asking for a copy of the contract we signed, she responded that "she was waiting until we got over this emotional time."  No response regarding his request for a copy of our contract. HA.

I was ready to fire her but the Husband counseled patience.  Despite my misgivings, I agreed.  And sent her an email on Friday asking if we could see two houses this past weekend.  No response.

Not even a quick, "I'm sorry, I'm out of town" or "I've had a death in the family" or "I dropped my phone in the toilet" or "I refuse to work with you picky people any more."

Nothing.

Talk about unprofessional.  Being completely fed up, I sent her an email on Sunday and told her we are done.

It's the first time I've ever fired anyone.  It kinda made me sick.  But I know in my heart, that as nice as she is, she isn't the agent for us.

This woman has wasted more than a month of our time during the very short "selling" season and now we have to start all over.

We won't even get into the fact that what I am seeing out there is beyond depressing.  So much so, that I've informed the Husband that despite my not wanting to choke ourselves with a huge mortgage that I'm beginning to think we might have to do so to find anything livable.

As I'm sure you've surmised, he's pulled me back down to reality...and the search continues.

After firing off the missive late Sunday evening that we were done, I FINALLY received a response yesterday afternoon.  No apology about her unresponsiveness.  Nothing.  Just saying she was sorry and asking what were our plans...as if that's any of her business at this point.

The Husband told me he emailed her again about the contract yesterday (wanting to be sure that we are in the free and clear to look without her)....with no response.  He emailed her AGAIN this morning and finally received a response that she was in Continuing Education today and would send it tonight.  As of right now, we've not received it.

As far as I'm concerned, it doesn't matter any more whether or not we are still tied into the contract - SHE is obviously in breach of the contract and if we don't hear from her tonight, we will be bringing this matter up with her broker and explaining QUITE clearly that we are done.

So, to recap...we are still looking for a house but now we are going solo.  Wish us luck.  Because, honestly, this living on top of each other is getting OLD and someone is bound to get hurt (gives the Husband the side eye...)

Who knew that finding/buying a home would be THIS difficult?

July 14, 2015

Will there be a review? It depends.

As some long time readers may recall from this post, I am a HUGE fan of Harper Lee's To Kill a Mockingbird.  So much so, that I have read and re-read this book many, many times.  I've seen the movie and the play, over and over.  I love it so much and think it should be required reading in every single high school that exists, period.

So, as you might imagine, I was beyond delighted - and a little apprehensive - when I learned that Harper Lee's publisher was putting out another book.  As we all know, To Kill a Mockingbird is the only book that Harper Lee has ever published.  And now, approximately fifty-four years later - AFTER her sister and attorney dies - all of a sudden this manuscript is found?  AND, she agrees to publish it?  After approximately fifty-four years of silence?

I'm sure you will agree, it looks fishy.

But, but...I knew I HAD to get it, because...HARPER LEE.




I knew it was coming out today - and was figuring I would try to fight the hordes of people that would surely be at Barnes and Noble to find a copy at lunch time...until, I read in the paper - this morning - that our local store was opening at 7:00 am just for this release.

Needless to say, I rushed through my morning routine and arrived at the store at 7:30 am expecting a crowd.  And kind of thrilled - because I've never been one to join in the release of anything; be it a book, a movie, or a piece of technology, NEVER.

 And...no one was there.  I walked in, picked up my copy, checked out without any wait.  I asked the guy behind the counter if anyone had been in yet.  He said that a few folks were there when they opened but that otherwise, no.  Apparently, most people pre-ordered the book and slept in.  I must admit, I was kind of disappointed.  My initial reaction was "don't people READ anymore?!" which I knew wasn't true...many of my friends and readers of this blog are "readers" (aka - people who read ACTUAL books).

As long time readers also know - I do reviews of books that I love.  In fact, there is a little tab up there at the top of the page that will show all the reviews of every book that I've written about.  But, as the tab so aptly describes, it's "Books I love Enough to Tell You About" - which means, if I don't like it, I won't tell you about it.

Now, although I have avoided all the spoilers that I can, I have heard a few things that are disappointing.  Things that allude to the tarnishing of a hero.  So it's entirely possible that this may be the last post about this book that you'll see from me.  But I hope not.

So tell me...are YOU planning to read this book?  And?  Like me, are you hoping for the best?

July 10, 2015

I left four minutes early...

Yesterday was my birthday (Why, thank you.  Yes, it was very nice...despite me working.  Read on...you'll see why) and I had planned to take the day off, as I normally do (because working on your birthday is simply INHUMANE!  It should definitely be a "free" day, don't you think?  Listen up HR people...it is INHUMANE to make people work on their birthdays...food for thought).  But I ended up going to work because of the whole "work thing."  Not because anyone insisted that I "needed" to be there.  No, it was more because, HOLY HELL, work has become INSANE!!!  I thought the waiting for all this was bad?!  No.  That was easy-peasy compared to what I'm dealing with now.

Being that three out of the four attorneys I am now dealing with were out this week, I grabbed at the chance to get a major portion of a HUGE project out of the way - even though it meant I had to work on my birthday.

But that did not stop me from skipping out of work a few minutes early yesterday...a whole four minutes early!  Yessiree Bob, I sure did leave FOUR minutes early!  (I'm sure HR is now docking my pay for those whole four minutes).

After I checked out and headed home (in what was an amazingly easy commute home - although, compared to my Houston commutes, ALL my commutes now are easy -but not as easy as this one.  Obviously, I need to duck out early more often!), I pulled up to my driveway and noticed that The Husband was home - which was odd.  I hit the remote for the garage door and navigated my way into the garage.  Whereupon, I hit the remote to close the garage.

As I was exiting the car, the garage door magically begin to go back up.  I was confused.  I thought maybe that Man-Child was returning early from his internship because, surely, The Husband was already in the house.  But no.

Apparently, The Husband had raced home, in an effort to beat me, so that he could stage a "grand entrance" for me on my birthday.  Apparently, I was supposed to walk in the door and be greeted with balloons and flowers and my gift.

All of which I ruined...by skipping out of work FOUR MINUTES early.

Oh my God, I love that man.  Even though I keep ruining his surprises, he keeps trying.  Could you ask for anything more?  I think not.