Randomnezz

Just stuff that floats through myhead today.

Got home yesterday to find the front door WIDE OPEN.  And I mean so wide open it looked as if we didn't even have a door.  Can't figure out how that happened since we all left the house through the kitchen door.. Even thought the house is basically new we are having problems with doors catching when you close them.  That is why we always have to lock the top lock on that door when we let the dogs out that way.  So all I can think is that one of the dogs unlocked the door from inside because they didn't feel like using the doggy door. 

BTW all was well inside.  Nothing missing.

Am I the only person in Elkridge who gets things from China?  I've had to take packages to their  correct owners because, it seems, if it comes from China in a brown padded envelope it must be for me... even though one package was labled for a Carlos Ramierz, another for a man and the other day there was a brown box on my door step for THE CHINESE PEOPLE ACROSS THE STREET!  This last package came from Amazon but I suppose since it was going TO chinese, I should get it.  So now I am very careful to make sure the package is for me and not some random person.  Besides.  I think I've worn out the stuff I want from China through e-bay anyway.

Hey, free shipping and under a dollar.  How could I resist. 

I want a puppy.  A little cuddly love bug of all my own.  Michael says we can get one but I know with the other two dogs in the house, the pack will expand to three and I STILL won't have a doggy of my own.  So no puppy.

Still no great crafting inspiration tho I did paint the metal seahorses that Michael so disliked in the bathroom.  I decopauged a bit of the one I painted yellow and have ideas to spruce up the other two only I find myself sitting at the craft table staring blankly at the TV getting nothing done.  I wonder if going back on my Prozac will help.  I just wish it didn't give me such a case of indigestion.

Onto Elkridge's murder trial.  I've mentioned it before.  I slightly knew the victim, we were volunteer mothers our sons in the same class, and it is heart wrenching to think that , not only had her husband killed her, but buried her under their shed in the yard where their kids played.

Well the trial has come and gone.  He's found guilty of second degree murder, sentencing is in August, and yet I am even more unsettled.

Now I am not a rocket scientist.  I'd like to think I have a good brain and that common sense is a part of that.  I am now wondering just how stupid people think that other people are.  For instance.....The defense for this trial was thus.... The husband didn't kill his wife.  The wife committed suicide (then buried herself under the shed. poured concrete on top of herself) ( wouldn't you think that the husband would have noticed a newly poured concrete floor and said something to somebody).  The wife was killed by somebody else.  Again, shed, concrete, wasn't the husband suspicious?  It wasn't the wife under the shed.. though the remains had the wife's purse, jewelry and photos of her family.  I guess some robber came in, stole the stuff then decided to hide out in a hole dug under the shed and pour concrete on him/herself.  It wasn't the wife under the shed at all.  The husband killed someone else and buried them under the shed with his wife's stuff.  Really now..

The never did DNA on the bones though they did do a dental comparison.  In fact, the bones, which was all that was left of her, had been cremated before the trial even began.  Guess who paid for the cremation... the husband.  If it wasn't his wife why did he pay to get them cremated?  Why didn't the authorities hold onto the bones until trial instead of releasing them to the family?  It wasn't like the sons were going to hold onto them.  No they wanted their mother to have a proper ending. 

Anyway the jury wasn't as stupid as they thought and did the right thing.  Yet, so much damage has been left behind, i wonder if anyone will fully recover.  I hate to think of what is going through the sons' minds now knowing for certain that thier mother was where they thought she was for so long.  I bury my animals with more dignity.  Poor Christine.  I hope she is at rest now.

So that's me and my brain, which I sometimes think has a mind of its own.  Till next time.

Just Stuff

We got a chance to sit on the deck this weekend.  For once no rain.  I really like this deck and will probably be spending a good deal of time on it this spring and summer.  First of all it is so firmly built that it give you a sense of security and just high enough off the ground that you know you are off the ground, if that makes any sense,  It faces the backyard and the pool and the bamboo so we don't have to look at Hagatha and her minions across the street.  Our big back yard backs up on another big back yard which we can't see anyway because of the bamboo.  It's just very serene and once I fill the big pot I bought with plants and move the orange tree out it wll be even better.

The dogs are already great fans of the deck just to go out and lounge and it's the only place outdoors that the last and ancient cat Chloe will go.  Yesterday Charlie took up residence sprawled in front of the steps leading down to the grass and it looked as if he was protecting us, blocking us from marauders coming up the stairs.  There were no marauders, of course, only Kali doing something on the pile of cut and dried bamboo that made it clunk and rustle and nearly chime against each other.

I know I have said it before but the dogs LOVE the yard.  When I think of last year and the cramped yard in the rental house and the small porch out front that was their only territory it makes  my heart hurt.  Not to mention Crabby Appleton next door to us who would pet Kali but not Charlie because he didn't like "that dog".  Hey A-hole you either pet one or none.  Now the dogs can start at out back fence and run full out to the front fence and get up a good speed as they do it.  Then they can explore the stands of bamboo and the perimeter of the fence not to mention under the deck, under the porch and anywhere they darn well please.
Kali has already started her first hole project.  I find it amazing that she can dig straight down, more neatly than I would using a shovel.  I think she's hunting for moles.

Charlie on the other hand buries  It's usually his bones, that's when he doesn't bring them in to me in the craft room for me to hold onto them for him.  Someday, in the far future, archiologists will be digging up the yard and wonder if there was some great extinction event that took place there instead of one big dog burying his bones. I wonder if he knows that Emily, Mutley, Ollie, Rocco, Neba, Pip, Twirly, Patchwick, Honey, Poppy, Robin, Bum Bum, BUmmy Rubbits, Iggy Juana, Patty and crew are all burried there under his feet.

My but there will be a gag waiting for me when it's my turn to go over the rainbow bridge.  Can't wait.

Life

Life is sometimes like riding in a car with one square wheel.  You still move along but with a bump and a jerk and a gritting of your teeth.

Teeth.  Shudder.  I need denturez.  Upper plate this time because my teeth have been breaking at an unheard of rate and now I look like I should be one of the three MacBeth witches.  Now I know why they were always stirring a pot of something liquid... they could no longer chew.  I can chew, sort of.

So now I need to search for dentures and think I have found a place but the price makes me shudder even though we have the money in the bank.  I hate to use it but I hate the way I look more.  That's why I have a pig as my facebook photo.  I have never been a beauty, ask my  mother,  but now... shudder.  I'm not scared of going to the dentist.  I'm always in so much pain, I can handle pain and this one has basically given me the total cost.  the only blip there would be if the teeth extraction is normal or complicated.  As you can imagine, complicated costs more.  Again, I hate to spend the money.

So I can do pain and money but what really has be hesitating is work, the job, the business.  Months ago I was supposed to teach Michael how to do what I do so he could take over, but ti didn't happen.  the man wastes so much time at work I doubt he will ever get caught up while I hate leaving work for the next day.  However, I think I have figured out on which day would be the best for the extractions to give me as much time to get over the pain and become human once more.  I think.  I seem to be in charge of so much in the office that I anticipate regular phone calls with questions that he should know the answer to but doesn't.  Oh well, such is life.

As for that square wheel... I still haven't gotten to Artway (the storefront for Polymer Clay Express ) my favorite store in the world.  I can't go by myself because it would through Michael for a loop.  We did try to go to only have something go snafu and, while we ere nearly there, we had to turn around and come back.  It's about an hour from home, if we take the backways, and slightly shorter by highways.  It was a belt that snapped and a pulley froze... Translation... the hamster fell off the wheel.

Now the light over the stove went out.  This light is part of the microwave above the stove and whiel I got the hatch open, I twisted the bulb without making the proper sacrifice to the appliance bulb gods and I snapped it off.  I think it was a push and twist and not just a twist and twist.  So now I have a bulb base stuck in it AND the opening where the bulb goes is so narrow not only do I scrape my knuckles but there is no way I can get any tool in there to get the bits out.  Sigh.  HOwever... ta tata ta ta TAH! I have come up with a solution of sorts, tho it looks funny.  Before christmas, Dollar Tree had LAMPS for sale at, yes, $1.00 a piece.  I bought five.  Three with a base and two that clamp AND they came with bulbs.  So now I put one of the clamp ones to work hanging onto the bottom edge of a cabinet.  You see, silly me, when I chose the ceiling fan lights for the house I got them with frosted glass which wasn't the brightest idea (groan) and in the kitchen the ceiling light fan isn't even above the kitchen area but the eating area and so it can be awfully dim in there.  So I stuck a red clamp on lamp to the cabinets and it works well.  Even tho the husband hasn't yet noticed it.

More house news... we got CURTAINS for the living room.  I like the color of the living room but I don't LIKE the living room and the brown turd sofa.  we weren't going to curtain the windows since we appreciate the sunlight so much but I had to do something.  Now I don't know if you've shopped for curtains lately but many of them now come with these big old ugly eyelets along the top that, I suppose, make them slide better along the rod but PHEW they are ugly.  they remind me of  shower curtains or a craft project gone wild though I have no idea where you would even GET eyelets that big.  So no eyelets, no frilly frou frou, no ruffles or swags or valances, just curtains, please.

We were in Pier One of all places and found the perfect pair of curtains.  Printed but not too girly or flowery, and just the right colors.  Now I just need a curtain rod for them and dare I hope for someone to install the curtain rods?  Guess I'll be doing them and that ought to be a sight to see as my eye isn't always all that straight and I am always too impatient to do things the proper way.  Hay if I could slap them up on the window with tape, I would.    Of course the curtains would be doing anything to help the turd sofa but I hope, at least, it'll distract me from the turdiness, because we'll have CURTAINS!  Which we will probably never close but that's beside the point. 

there will be pictures eventually.

So I suppose that's it.  I'm eager to get out on that deck and sit in the sun but it's not quite warm enough yet.  We did look at a deck set that Michael wanted but it was so big and our deck not the largest that it would seem to be all table and chairs and no deck.  Maybe I;'ll just do what the dogs do when they go out on the deck and jsut lay down on the planks and sleep in the sun.  Until Charlie comes over and kisses my face and then rolls over on me as his version of a hug.  That's a lot of Charlie and a lot of hug.

And with sprng comes Charlie's projectile shedding. 'Nuff said.