Randomly She Rolls Along

I would certainly like to have more than just 'random' thoughts. Maybe next year?

Oh. And I give you this picture of 'my boys' spending the afternoon together in the backyard.

Random Thoughts in no particular order:

I made stuff today. My finger tips hurt as I type this, which means what I made required hot glue. There is a blister on the end of my left ring finger giving me pain. Was it worth it? Oh, yes. Yes it was! Maybe I'll take a picture of it tomorrow. (not the blister. what i made.)

Speaking of hurting.., this week I smashed my left foot against a chest in our hallway while running to the door to see a fire truck. Sadly I must inform you that I did scream and cry and say nasty things about THGGM's decision to put a chest in the hallway. The very next day I smashed my other foot while running the other direction after something or other (a dog, maybe?) leaving me with a deep purple toe and a limp. The NEXT day I dropped an unopened can of Diet Coke onto my foot, from which it bounced onto my purple toe, leaving me with a NEW bruise on yet another toe and an even sorer and deeper purple toe. Some days I think it is wise for me to just sit very still. Although, I've been rather severely injured just by doing that. Steel toed boots may be in my future.

Zeke is a very sweet dog. I really like him. Although, he has pooped twice in the house. It's a good thing that I am still heavily into the life style of rewarding obedient poopers. He would like to dominate me. I'm not falling for that. Sometimes we have words. He has a cage and I'm not afraid to use it. Earlier today, while I was hot gluing stuff, I had a running conversation going with him. I just LOVE having someone to talk to! Then I noticed that he had gone into another room for some quiet. He does have a lot to learn. I just talked louder.

Today we brought FOUR boxes of books to the thrift store. Of course, since we were there, I had to look around. My finds? A cute denim jacket for Famke to wear on those days that it suddenly becomes cold and she wants to play outside. And four big plastic dinosaurs. A large piece of red felt. Pink crepe paper. You would not BELIEVE all of the stuff I found that matched things I've been collecting. But, I did not buy them. No. My mom always said to 'leave something for the other kids.' So I did.

Last night I had a dream about my dad. In the dream he told me that it was really him. He looked much younger. He told me that everything was even better than we could ever have imagined. Then he gave me a hug and said he had to get back.

That was the good dream. The next dream was about clearing out my parents house. My parents only lived in two places, one for over 50 years and one for over 10. The house in my dream wasn't either of those. All through the dream I sat with my sisters as we sorted things into large boxes and even larger trash bags. Somehow we decided that we would each take all of certain items. One of my sisters was gathering up all of my dad's train stuff (which she really did do), another sister was sorting books, and I was taking all the dolls. In my corner I had a few dolls - one being that big doll that in real life seems to be taking over my life - and I was done and ready to go. Then someone pointed out that there were still more dolls. No, there aren't - I said. Then I looked up. Held with leather belts were every size and shape of doll imaginable - stapled to a huge wooden-beamed ceiling. There must have been THOUSANDS of dolls. And they were all mine. Of course, I had to climb ladders to get them down, not to mention that I had run out of boxes. It was a nightmare, really. I think I'm done with dolls.

Right now might be a good time to mention that yesterday I forgot to pick up my prescription. Tonight I'm hoping to have my usual weird kind of dreams. The kind where I am looking for a bathroom and can't find one. Or, that I'm waiting in a doctor's office and all of the magazines are in a different language. Then there's the one where I show up for something, but I don't know what it is I'm showing up for, so I just stand around feeling awkward and wondering what I should do next. ( hmm. maybe that one wasn't a dream.)

Today I took my dog and the latest issue of House Beautiful out into the backyard. There was something SO very interesting in that magazine that I had an entire blog post written in my head about it. I cannot remember just what that interesting thing was at this moment. But if I ever do remember what it was, I will tell you. (i won't. as they say, that ship has sailed.)

This week my domesticity included making the very best zucchini bread EVER. THGGM googled zucchini and coconut and I used the first recipe that came up. I think he was just tired of zucchini everything-else. This is not like any other very good zucchini bread I have ever had. (that reminds me. i still have a loaf in the freezer.) So, if like me you still have zucchini in your fridge that nobody wants to eat anymore DO try this! You will not be disappointed. And, it bakes for EXACTLY the amount of time it says. I have such a problem with banana bread requiring DAYS to finally reach the proper doneness in the center.

Earlier this week I THOUGHT I had decked out the house for fall. Since fall colors are our favorites, and many of our rooms look fallish all year long it isn't very hard to do. BUT today I went looking for a particular item stored in the fruit cellar in the basement and what did I find but A LOT more fall stuff. So, I floofed some more. Well. Everywhere except for the pretty pink bathroom. There's not much fall stuff that looks good in an all pink everywhere bathroom. Maybe a white pumpkin? Presently it's stuffed with all of the white roses and dried flowers that I took from other places to make room for fall.

Anyone else noticing that there is absolutely NO END to the number of cute Cute CUTE artsy blogs? OH. MY. It NEVER ends. One links you to another one, which recommends another one and soon it is later than I am allowed to stay up! So many ideas. So many interesting things to make. So many. So so very very many. (makes me tired and a bit cranky, but i continue on...)

Tomorrow THGGM and I start our NEW 'we seriously need to get rid of stuff' plan. Each of us on a weekly basis will now be donating twenty-five things (at least) to the thrift store. (oh stop snickering. we are too.)

I live in Michigan. Where it snows in winter. A lot. I have not owned a pair of boots in years. Since this year I shall be tromping around in the snow with a dog, I am going to have to buy some boots. I don't like boots. I don't even like shoes. But, since I need some maybe I SHOULD get the steel-toed kind.

See? Sometimes all these random thoughts lead to a conclusion. Or, I could just wear THGGM's.

Now if you read this far and you are the someone who blogged about antique shopping and seeing a cute little cobalt blue pitcher with four cups that you wanted but did not buy I would be happy to send you mine. Email me.

(spell check does not recognize 'poopers' as a word? i find that sad.)