July Potpourri

Work is insane right now. Our little library is helping about 13,000 people each month, and we’ve been growing by 2,000 patrons every month this year. That’s a lot of people, and every single one of them come and talks to me at some point. I am just starting to train a new employee to help me out at the front desk, but I don’t know how long she’s going to stay. My spidey sense says going to move on in the near future.

I’m going to vacation soon though! I have to remember to pack my camera… It’s going to be fabulous. I’m going to vacation for the hubs’ block leave. It’s going to be just the two of us. J I’m coming back and leaving again almost immediately to go back home for two family weddings. That is also going to be fabulous, and I’m so excited to see everyone. That reminds me I need to look for wedding gifts… I’m hoping to come back rejuvenated and ready to tackle work again.

I’ve been fighting a migraine all week and it is so not fun.

The Mrs. over at Trying Our Best is having a giveaway from her Etsy shop. I’m a huge supporter of giveaways and Etsy, so check her out if you’ve got time.

My Home My Style magazine is fantastic! We get it at work, and I’m addicted to the quick, easy decorating ideas. I’ve been cruising the second hand stores for a chest of drawers because I want to do this painting/map idea that was in May’s issue. Since summer is moving season I’m hoping I’ll get lucky. And I’m absolutely dying to re-tile someone’s kitchen back splash with those sparkly glass tiles you see everywhere now. My mother is still refusing to cooperate, but I’m going to wear her down.

I’m headed to my new therapist tomorrow afternoon for my first appointment. I’m really, really excited for this one to work out. It’s probably the only time I’ve been excited for a Monday to get here.


Potpourri Episode 1

I read Tina Fey’s book Bossypants recently, and I had to share.  I usually stay away from all celebrity books.  Just because they are famous for something doesn’t mean they can write or even have something interesting to say.  I don’t find how to deal with my “momager” or how to make my skin look great by eating only sprouts and cottage cheese useful information anyway.  Tina Fey’s book is none of those things.  It’s hilarious, and her writing experience really shines through.  I would put it on your summer reading list if you have time.

DH is gone on TDY (army lingo-temporary duty-away on business…catch up civies!).  It’s sleep diagonally and holding the remote time!

Oh, and with my newly acquired free time I’ve drug out an old project that I had barely gotten started on.  I’m making the picnic blouse from Sew Liberated.  I’ve put away the yarn and hook for awhile.  I’ve made three baby hats and a blanket and have two more hats to go for my coworker, but I wanted to capitalize on the empty dining room table while DH was gone.  I’m seriously thinking about getting some super nice (expensive) bamboo yarn and working on a big blanket.  I really enjoy keeping my hands busy while I watch tv in the evenings.  Maybe after I get done with the blouse.

I met an old friend from school for supper.  She’s down here for school before she gets stationed overseas.  We did our bachelor’s and master’s together, and she’s really cool.  She did her law degree and her master’s at the same time. I know…wha?!?

My annual vacation with Red got canceled this year due to a sudden babysitter cancellation.  We’re so bummed.  We currently have no plans to reschedule, but I’m looking at my summer plans to see if I can go visit her anyway.  It all depends on DH’s training schedule, which has yet to be nailed down more firmly than just “in and out all fall.”  Thanks.  In other Red news, she’s having baby #2!!

I found this super sweet  framed art of three lighthouse prints at the local thrift mall.  $15 and it’s already framed and matted to match my living room!  I looked up the artist (Doug Brega), and he’s very well known for doing coastline prints of New England.  I got these prints for a steal compared to what galleries were selling them for.  He has one in fog that looked great too and is going on the wish list.

So that’s what’ I’ve been up to.  I’ve had a hiccup the last week or two and have been feeling really low.  I’m not exactly sure what triggered it, but it’s been really significant and worrying.  We’re trying to keep tabs on it, but we’re also considering therapy again.  If I have time while DH is gone, maybe I can delve into that further.  We’ll see.

Odds And Ends

The clock is ticking down, and I’ve been staying busy as usual.  I tried so hard not to think about DH coming home, but I broke down and now I’m getting impatient.  No amount of busy work can keep my mind off the end at this point.

The Sick of Being Sick Challenge is…going.  I’m finding it easier to eat vegetarian than to get to the gym.  I’m not feeling as better as I’d hoped by these changes, which makes being active hard.  I had a doctor’s appointment today and got a referral (or more accurately with TriCare–a referral to get a referral) for a surgeon.  Ugh.  I don’t want to go down this path, but it’s looking like I must.

I’ve had lunch and dinner dates with a few ladies over the past few weeks.  It’s been lovely to socialize over a good meal.  It’s amazing how much better it can make you feel just to be surrounded by other people who really get it.  I don’t have to look at only my lonely dinner dishes afterward either.

On that same general topic…I’m sick of people who don’t get it.  That look of pity they give you when they find out your hubs is overseas is infuriating.  Don’t pity me.  I’m doing this mess and I’m doing it well.  And I really don’t need to be reminded just how hard/sad/painful it is.  Especially when it’s closing in on being over with, I’m excited now, not sad.

I’ve been working on redecorating my bedroom.  Is it redecorating if it was never really decorated to begin with?  Either way, I’ve been sanding and painting.  I’m determined to have this room done by the time DH comes home.  I have learned that I have an extreme hatred for sanding and painting in the process.

I thought I had more say.  Maybe I was just missing you all.  🙂  Until next time…

Reward For A Sweaty Weekend

Mom and Super Rad will be leaving tomorrow morning, but they were lucky enough to witness a miracle before they left.  The maintenance men came today and replaced half my air conditioner with a new parts!  It looks so shiny and new AND properly installed.

Do you realize what this means?!

Not only is the lake in my basement shrinking and (I don’t want to jinx it) might actually disappear completely, but my house is also cold.  Not cool.  Not slightly less hot than outside.  It’s cold.  I’m in shock.

From reading all my bloggity friends’ issues with post maintenance departments, I was prepared for the worst.  I was going to start a calling campaign to finally get my air conditioner fixed,  but I’ve totally got to hand it to these guys.  They were prompt and fixed it.  Maybe I just got lucky.  But I know exactly how lucky am and am so incredibly grateful.

I suppose cold air is an appropriate thank you for all the hard work my family’s been doing for me.  My curtains are hung (oh my gosh, they look fabulous!), my shed is moved around to the back of my house, an extra light is hung in the basement and all my lights down there have new pulls on them, the tree in my front yard got landscaping around its base, DH got patches that he was wanting, and a wood shelf was dismantled and discarded.  All that and we went to the movies (Prince of Persia was entertaining with plenty of eye candy), went hiking, and went to the gym.  It’s been a great few days.  I’ve enjoyed the company even if it did make me miss my honey a little bit more.

But we’re one month closer, People.  These little distractions are working and the time is steadily going by.  We’ve crossed the halfway point, so it’s all downhill from here.

Busy Doesn’t Begin to Describe Me

I’ve been plenty busy lately and wanted to do a hodge podge post of all that I’ve been up to.  It’s been a whirwind the last couple weeks.  I’ve got so many projects in the works that I want to hopefully finish up soon in anticipation of new projects later this summer.  The pace is making the time go by so fast.  I love it.

I haven’t abandoned my cooking self challenge, I’ve just been sick of posting about it.  It felt like that’s the only time I got around to blogging, and this is not a food blog.  I’ve made turkey pot pie from scratch, pulled pork sandwhiches, and country rib and mushroom stew.  The stew was from an Italian soups cookbook, and I know it didn’t do it justice but it was fabulous.  Maybe I’ll bake for next week…

The other problem was I was eating badly.  This cooking self challenge turned into watch me gain the deployment 15 challenge.  Not fun.  Plus all I hear from DH is how he’s been hitting the gym for hours everyday and is getting in great shape.  At the store I got tons of yummy salad fixin’s for this week instead, but I also made enchilladas.  I girl still needs her protien!  But I’m back to hitting the gym a little bit more frequently for a killer workout and am watching my portions a bit better.  It was the snacking that was killing me.  Hopefully in a few weeks I can report that the svelt me is back and I can post about  something yummy again.

Life just keeps plugging away.  It’s a busy month at work, so my infrequent off time has been spent with appointments and errands.  I indulged with a little retail therapy this past Saturday and realized I should never go shoe shopping unsupervised.  My shoe population is going to easily double before DH gets home.  But they were just soooo cute!  And then I needed a snappy dress to match…

Several of my blogging friends have opened my eyes to Etsy.  It’s fantastic.  It’s like a craft/thrift/flea market all the time!  In your house!  In your jammies if you want!!  I’m embarking on decorating my bedroom in a minimalist Asian style since it is the last room in the house that still looks unlived in if you ignore the dirty clothes on the floor.  My furniture is three different colors as it is all a conglomeration of stuff from me and my parents over the years.  Before DH gets home I want to paint the furniture and get curtains up.  The curtains are happening sooner rather than later.  I have a wall of west facing windows, and the Southern sun is baking my room.  I found vintage kimono fabric on Etsy.  It’s absolutely gorgeous and was totally worth the wait.  I’m so excited.  I picked out purple curtains and I’m going to add my kimono silk to them.  I bit of deconstruction is necessary, however.  I wanted to make my own curtains, but I just have too many windows that are super huge.  It would cost me a fortune to buy that much fabric.  The store didn’t have enough panels in stock, so I was going to order them online.  I was tired to making the trip across town and my bank account cannot stand another shopping detour.  Unfortunately they aren’t sold online at all.  Bummer.  It’s like the universe is telling me to go shoe shopping again.  I have found that I have no self control when it comes to this.

Red is still struggling.  I feel so badly for her.  I’ve been spending a lot of time thinking about my own recovery.  Parts of me are so grateful to be feeling better, however temporarily, and can’t wrap my head around it anymore.  But she is thinking about coming and visiting this summer, and I’m so excited!  I need to start brainstorming ways we can get ourselves into trouble.  I’m thinking a trip the beach might be in order.

I meant to expand one most of these ideas, but I just got too far behind.  I’m hoping once I get some of these projects finished I can post some pictures.  Anyhoo…back to business I suppose.

Basking In The Suds

The washer and dryer DH and I bought over a month ago got delivered today.  I’m over the moon in love with them.  They’re probably the bestest thing I have ever bought.  No more storing dirty clothes up for two weeks to take to the laundromat.  Sigh… my Christmas was made today thanks to the wonderful men from Sears.

Now I have to get used to going down into the creepy basement all the time.  Ahh, the things we do for love.

My Stuff

DH and I’s last house (not counting the hotel room during his training) was a one bedroom apartment.  It would be a stretch to call it 600 square feet.  It had one closet in the living room, one bathroom in the kitchen, and one bedroom with no windows or heat vents.  We lived an hour from Canada.  The heat vents were critical.  I had four different piece of linoleum and bright orange countertops in the kitchen.  We lived above the pharmacy, and the view from our living room was of the Chinese restaurant in town.  Clearly, we weren’t living in style, but the little place was ours.  It was the first place we got together after we got married, and we could afford it all on our own.  I’ll always think of it fondly because we both did a lot of learning in that little home.

The place was so snug, though, that we needed very little furniture.  We knew we were going to be entering military life soon, so we opted for cheap, semi-disposable pieces rather than decent furniture that we couldn’t get into the little place anyway.  The result was that DH and I are closing in on anniversary #3, and we don’t have much “stuff.”  This house is so empty.  We had to do a lot of our big, just-married purchasing now, and we don’t really have the funds to fully furnish a house this size.  We got the basics, but many things will have to wait.  We’re fine with this, but it does feel like our home is more than a little bare.

Coincidentally, my parents are downsizing right now.  They’re moving into a condo to reduce their yard responsibilities and to be able to travel more before they’re oldies.  They want to get rid of some things and (bless them) are willing to haul it all down to us when they come at Christmas.  We’re acquiring a grill, living room chair, dresser, bookcase, lawn mower, fake Christmas tree, and dog among other things.

This is a huge help to us and our budget because we don’t have to buy so many things right now but our home feels more lived in.  I’m worried that our home is going to feel hodge-podged though.  I want it to feel like it’s all meant to be in our home and not picked up from a garage sale.  Some things need serious painting, but I want to paint a few other things anyway.  I also worry that DH won’t feel like it’s his stuff.  I’m kind of looking forward to having some comforting furniture around me.  Some of these pieces have moved with me since I was a tiny kid.  When it’s the only consistency you have, seeing the same bookcase or dining room hutch no matter where you live means a lot.  These things don’t hold the same feelings for DH though.  I don’t want him to look at them and see my parents’ home.  I want him to see our home.

Do men even care, or are these just worries of a crazy woman?  I’m just thankful that we’re collecting furniture for our home cheaply, and that this stuff can continue being used by someone who loves it.

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