Thursday, November 28, 2013

Gratitudes

Happy Tofurkey Day, Everyone!

I hope that you are enjoying time with family and friends, feasting, maybe a football game or a parade, perhaps even the beginning of Hanukkah!  Me?  I'm celebrating!  This is my survival feast weekend.  We're going to cook and eat three big ole meals between now and Sunday.  (I've already ordered new clothes to accommodate the meal plan.)

Why three?  Well, this is the Thanksgiving I didn't know if I would make.  The year started out kind of rough for me, as you all know.  But that is all in the past now. so it's time to dig in!  I'm truly thankful to be here.

Some other things I'm thankful for:

My family.  I could not have done this without Keith and the cats.  I have to keep this section short, because when I start thinking about the whole experience with them, I start crying.  We're going to tell Keith's mom about the engagement over Christmas when we see her.  (We didn't want to do that over the phone.)  The wedding will probably take place after the first of the year--most likely in Chicago.  I'm also thankful for positive societal change, no matter how slowly it's come.

My extended family.  We've dwindled quite a bit in the last few years, but I feel closer than ever to the ones of us who are left.

My booth.  Junking!  Ain't it grand?  Nuff said!

My blog.  I appreciate so much hearing from each of you through comments and emails.  You really make my day sometimes.

I could go on and on and one, but these are the highlights--the things I'm thankful for every day.  I have dishes to prepare, so I have to go.  Take care and have a good day.  Best wishes to all who read this!


Tuesday, November 26, 2013

I have a new look!

With everything else going on, I forgot to mention my mini-makeover.  I got new glasses for my birthday!

I still need a haircut!
I'm back in bifocals again, which is a relief.  I could barely see out of the pair that I was wearing.  I broke my last pair of bi-focals a couple of years ago, so I went back to wearing the pair I had before them.  Then I broke that pair, so I went back to the pair I wore before that pair.  It's nice to be up to date again.  I also got try out contacts, but I haven't had a chance to use them yet.  Just too much going on.

As you can see, I'm going for nerd chic now!

Monday, November 25, 2013

Monday Rambles

Hello, my dearly neglected little blog-thingie.  I just haven't felt much like working on blog posts lately.  My house is a mess.  I'm fighting the urge to sit down and read comic books all day.  I upgraded to Windows 8.1 and it helpfully uninstalled my printer.  I'm going through stuff like mad at the booth--comic books and Christmas trees in particular, although ornaments are starting to sell too.  Thanksgiving is coming.  And i still have too trashed vehicles in front of the house!  In a little less than a month, we head to Arkansas to see Keith's mom.  I'm house-sitting the week before that.  I've got tons to do and am running out of time in which to do them.  And that includes blog posts.

Thankfully (heh!), today is the only day I work this week.  Well, I do have to go to a training tomorrow, but that's more sitting and looking surly at all the extra stuff I'm going to be asked to do without pay than actually working.

Speaking of the cars, they are supposed to be towed this week.  I hope so.  I am tired of being rubberneck central.  I was on the bus last week going past the house.  Everyone turned to look at the smashed cars, while I sunk in my seat!

We're still waiting for the paperwork to confirm things, but both vehicles have been declared to be totaled.  We should have a new car by Wednesday.  I'm ready for this horrid thing to be over.  Whoever did it has gotten away and not been found at this point, and there is little hope that he/she will ever be.

I decided to take the storage space at the Peddlers Mall, which is going to involve closing my religion wall and moving things around.  We started taking stuff over for storage yesterday and have already mostly cleared out the living room.  My hope is to have everything in the storage space by the end of the year.  I'm already finding things that I had forgotten about that should have gone to the booth ages ago.  I'm going to spend tomorrow and Wednesday at the booth, kind of getting things organized and ready for Black Friday.

I also finally cleaned up this disaster of a desk yesterday.  I pulled a whole tub of stuff that had kind of accumulated here that didn't belong.  Now I'm trying to figure out how to deal with this:

Sheesh!  It's a wonder I could find  the computer!

This week, I'm hoping to feast like no one's business.  I got a lot to be thankful for this year!  I hope you and yours have a Happy Thanksgiving!
   

Tuesday, November 19, 2013

I missed Monday! (Again!)

This is starting to become a habit, one I need to break.  How are we all going to start our week without Monday Rambles?  Sorry about that.

This time it's at least partially because there's not too much to report.

The vehicles are still smashed up in front of the house.  We've become a stop on the rubbernecker tour.  Yesterday morning, I watched a guy on a bicycle slow down to gawk at them.  We're still waiting the insurance appraiser to check them out before we have them towed off.  I know the neighbors are so thrilled with this.

I am so afraid I'm going to lose Baby (that's the truck).  Unfortunately, I'm fixing to really need her over the next few months.  (More on that in a bit.)

We took Chiquito to the vet Saturday, prompting him to have a total break with reality.  My sweet little baby boy turned into some kind of wildcat!  He growled.  He hissed.  He spit.  He was so wild that they were unable to complete the examination.  Thankfully, they were able to give him his shots and do the blood draw.  His tests came back clear, so we took him home, with a recommendation that we sedate him before bringing him in next time. 

I spent Sunday at the booth, trying to pull Xmas together.  I'm quite honestly overwhelmed!  Nothing seems to be working no matter what I try.  There's a lot riding on this year.  Besides sales, the booth that gets the most votes for its decor gets a free month of rent in January.  My problem is that I don't know the difference between Xmas decorating and Xmas displays!  I want to sell all this stuff, which means that it's going to be handled, fondled, misplaced and knocked over!  What to do?  What to do?  I'm going back Wednesday to see if I can finish it up.  If I can make it presentable, then I'll take some pics.

Another part of the booth stress is that I am behind on a special project for the booth.  I see everything in my head, but the time just hasn't been there to work on it.  Maybe in a few weeks.  It's kind of cool.

I'm debating getting storage space at the Peddlers Mall.  They have some limited space available for vendor storage, and one of those spots is open right now.  The problem is that it's located behind a wall space booth and the door to it is in the middle of that booth.  So, to get the space, I have to take the booth.  I'd have to give up my religion wall to be able to afford it, so that material might get moved to the new space.  I don't like breaking up my spaces though, so I'm not sure what to do.  I have got to get all this stuff out of the house though, and the storage space is cheaper and larger than I could get from a storage rental place and a lot more convenient.  Still not sure what to do.

If I do, then I'll be super-busy for a few weeks getting stuff moved over there.  Sure would be nice if the truck were available.

More to come.

Friday, November 15, 2013

Street Views

This is what our street looks like today.

That would be my truck.  



It's not normally parked quite so close to the tree in front of our house.


That's our car.  It's not normally parked up on the sidewalk in front of the neighbor's house like that.

They had some middle of the night help to get where they are.  Help from some jerk who couldn't be bothered to stop and let anyone know what he had done.  Not even to call the police.

Of course, he left some other signs that he was there.




I'm going to miss that truck.  It great for hauling furniture.  It's also a 1988 Nissan worth about 500 bucks.  I don't think I'm going to get much in terms of replacement or repair settlements.  Sigh!

The physics of the whole deal is what blows my mind the most.  I cannot for the life of me figure out how they ended up sitting parallel to each other.

 
My total nerd gene kicks in when I can't process what's going on around me.

No yard sales tomorrow.  It's a good thing the rental has already come through, otherwise we'd have to cancel Chiquito's vet appointment for tomorrow.

Sigh.

Thursday, November 14, 2013

Thursday Rambles

Oh dear!  I missed Monday!  I had the day off and spent it with my uncle and then at the booth, getting Xmas stuff up.  I'll have some pics of the finished product in a few days, when it's all done.  In the meantime, enjoy some rambling.

Oh the humanity!  (Part I)

I got on the bus the other day and the driver said his fare box was broken, so no one had to pay.  I use monthly passes, so it's not that big of a deal to me.  The woman behind me had cash and the following ensued:

Woman:  I need a transfer, please.
Driver:  I can't give you one.
Woman:  Why not?
Driver:  Because you haven't paid.  I can't give a transfer when you don't pay.
Woman:  You said not to.  Here.  (Tries to give him  the money.)
Driver:  I can't take that and the fare box is broken.  Just get on.
Woman:  But I need a transfer!
Driver:  I'm sorry.  I can't give you one when you can't pay.
Woman:  How am I going to get on the next bus?
Driver:  (Points to the dollar in her hand.)
Woman:  Oh.  (Goes and sits down.)

Oh the humanity! (Part II)

We're out looking for Halloween clearance items during my birthday shopathon.  Keith is waiting in the car, and I am wheeling a cart out from the store when I see them:  Vultures!  Waiting for a parking spot!  Our parking spot!  One woman is holding up a couple other cars in order to swoop into our spot when we vacate it.

I unload my cart and then take my cart to the cart corral.  And she HONKS HER HORN AT ME!  Apparently, I am not moving fast enough to suit her.  My response is to slow down.  I don't mind people waiting for a spot and the lot is pretty full.  But honking at me is behavior I don't tolerate.

I get back to the car, walk over to the driver's side and say to Keith:  "We need to have a pretend conversation because that woman (I might have used another word here) honked her horn at me."  He looks and me and says:  "Really?  I think I need to look at something in the back."  He gets out of the car and we go to the back and he grabs something out of a bag and we pretend to examine it.

By now, she's got a line of four or five cars stretching out behind her and they are honking at her.  She roars off, the line breaks up, we get in the car and leave.

Oh the humanity! (Part III)

I'm in one of the other Peddlers Malls as part of my birthday shopping extravaganza.  It's the day after Halloween and they are playing Christmas music and I am totally hating it.  Totally!  I mean, it's barely November, people!  As I'm shopping, I start hearing other people complaining about it.  Over and over.  Eventually, they start getting on my nerves more than the music is.  At that point, I decide that maybe I like the music after all.

I had a wonderful birthday, as you can see here.  This is me in the process of turning 49.  I think that's my "I'm turning 49" face. (Although it might be my "I really need a haircut" face.  They're kind of similar.)


We went to dinner at my favorite restaurant.  The food was fabulous!  We only go there a few times a year, so it stays really special for us.  It's the "go to" place for happy celebrations!  Guess who my birthday present was?  Yes, I did say "who."

Here's a hint:


Get it?  Here's another hint:


They're gonna be here in February and guess who got tickets as a birthday gift?  (No hints this time.)  I'm over the moon, whatever color it is!  According to folks on the Emmylou mailing list I belong to, it's a fabulous show.

Speaking of birthdays,the extravaganza shopping was not quite all it was cracked up to be.  I found a few things here and there, but not much.  Perhaps my best two purchases were this vintage Santa blow mold:

He's an Empire, dated 1968.
And these:

Santa's a little more interesting than previously believed.

I did get some other stuff, but nothing blog-worthy.

The Halloween clearance hunt was a little rougher than usual this year, for some reason.  Most of the Walgreens did like two days at 50% off, then shipped it all off.  Every other place kept their stuff at 50% forever before dropping it to 75% off.  There's no profit margin at 50% when you consider that you're going to have to sell it for a little less than the stores will have their stuff at next year.  You can do that and make a healthy profit, especially in bulk, but you have to get it cheaply.  That means at least 75% off.

I saw a few too many booths during the birthday shopping that not only didn't really have a handle on this concept, but they were trying to sell their Halloween stuff at more than the regular retail stores were!  They also had tons of stuff left over.  All I had was this:


 It actually looks like more than it is.  None of those tubs are completely full, due to the odd size of some of my leftovers.  I had over 80% sell through, which is really good.  Not to worry for next year, I finally did hit a well-stocked Target with tons of 75% off stuff:

Cashiers do not like to see me coming!

 Now I just have to price and store it all.  A junker's work is never, ever done!

Speaking of junker's work, here's a preview of the Christmas set up at the booth:

Charlie Brown trees UNITE!

In other booth news, the end table Albatro$$ sold!  And I didn't lose money on it, as it was marked down to my cost.  I was so excited, I did the Happy Dance at the booth.  And then I put the Deliverance Desk in its old spot.

Lastly, there's been a new development in the phone saga.  I think it's trying to return the kindness shown to it during its time of need.

I can remember when phone calls were 10 cents!

I've kind of got a lot to do right now, with the holiday transition and Thanksgiving prep and all, but I should still keep blogging.  Look for the return of the vintage Christmas cards right after Thanksgiving.  I've got a ton of them, so I'll probably so several each day.  I've got some scanning to get to!

Wednesday, November 13, 2013

Okay, Mister! What in Heaven's Name Was That All About?

Or, did you hit 49 and lose your mind???!!!?????

Well, truth to be told, I lost it a looooong time ago.

Thanks for your patience in dealing with that spate of ridiculousness that took over last week and spilled over into yesterday.  I probably should have cropped it at Friday, but I had that one last word I so wanted to use!

The whole thing goes back to my troubles from a little while ago.  I had contemplated doing that one word series of blogs just to tweak the nose of my detractor a bit and nearly did it until I realized that this person is not really bright enough to get that they were being directed at them.  Good snark should not be wasted.

I even thought about embedding "FUCK YOU" throughout the posts one letter at a time, but decided that was too passive for my taste.

In the end, I went with a more direct explanation of events and felt better once it got off my chest.  Since the end of October, I have no reason to even be in that person's presence any more ever.  But the idea just wouldn't die.

I finally decided to do it just to get it off my chest and out of my head.  Doing it as a follow up to my "post every day until my birthday blogiversary" days seemed to be an easy way to extend the daily posts for a bit longer.

Plus, it was just fun to read your reactions.  I do hope that you'll forgive me my indiscretions.

No more one word posts.  I promise.

If it helps, just think of it as some kind of commentary on the state of American political discourse.

A little personal history, then we can consign the whole incident to the dustbin of blogging memory.  When I first came to Louisville, I worked the overnight shift in a homeless shelter.  Keith and I used to talk on the phone several times a night.  I'd have to put him on hold often to deal with something that was going on.  Homeless shelters are never quiet, not even at midnight.  I'd come back, pick up the phone, take it off hold, and there he would be, repeating over and over:  "Babble, babble, babble, babble.  Babble to myself."  He would do that until I got back and it would crack me up every time.

Tuesday, November 12, 2013

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Friday, November 08, 2013

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