Happy Full Moon!

I really have been neglecting you.

This past week in a nut shell... I've often said that solving one problem just opens the door for another. I don't like to be pessimistic, but it really seems that way. I installed a fence in my yard so my dogs can have freedom to run around. And I don't have to put up with the hassles of those damn dog cables getting tangled up or broken. So what has happened? The dogs have been digging holes under the fence and escaping. It figures.
So lets back up a bit. Wednesday I realized it was cold in the house, so I turned up the heat a bit. By Thursday about 2-3 am it was pretty apparent by the way my temperature in the house kept falling that my furnace ( or rather a boiler of some sort since I have radiator heat) was not working. Enter throbbing headache. As I was getting Q and myself out of the door that same Thursday morning I discovered the hole under the fence. Now enter a pounding headache. The furnace guy said he could come out to fix it Friday, which was fine since I was going to be home with a friend of mine who was helping me re organize Q's room. Get rid of all that baby stuff and a whole shit load of other stuff in her room. I have helped her clean and organize her home, so she was happy to help me. When he came over I reminded him the last time he was over it was a few days before I left to adopt my child, now almost 7. And today my girlfriend and I were getting the room reorganized and a lot of crap out that is too young for her. My friend told me that as soon as I said that and turned my back to show him downstairs that he looked at her funny, then looked at me funny and then did the cycle again. She thinks he interpreted girlfriend as "girlfriend". We got a good laugh at that. I have no problem of people of that lifestyle, but trust me when I say that I have no interest in my same gender. I like the boys.
Again I've channeled my inner kitchen witch. This weekend I've made another bath tub sized container of granola, made beef jerky out of 3 pounds of eye of round roast (I've never made it before it turned out a bit salty so I'm going to try to soak a little salt out if it and see what happens) and a bunch of little things I won't bore you with. And I'm almost done with the B5 (Based on the Big Bad Baby Blankie) I should have been done with that and the other blankie about a month ago, but hey, I've been distracted. And made another baby hat. Yep, busy Queen.

I'm so shocked...

And flabbergasted, and gobsmacked and a little pissed. I was at the gym not 20 minutes ago, and I'm lost in my thoughts loosely listening to the old ladies blather on about their grand kids, sugarbetes (diabetes I think) and other crap they yammer on about, when one old lady says "...and the lines were so long for early voting, they should have never given women the right to vote". (Waving smelling salts under your noses)The woman was at least 75. Probably her mother didn't have the right to vote until shortly before she was born, forgive the lack of accuracy on the dates, I'm just so shocked at this woman ignorance.I felt like walking over there and kicking her but back into the dark ages. Can you imagine???????

Good bye old friend

I get oddly sentimental about the strangest things. I tie in a feeling or memory with some odd ball object then get attached to it. Today I am giving a Viking send off to my electric kettle. I drink a lot of tea, and boil water daily for other things too like cleaning nasty things stuck to plates, etc. In China, in our hotel room, they provided electric kettles and that's where I really started liking them. They boil faster, and use less energy, and don't heat up the whole kitchen. I bought this one right after I came home with Q.

I used it to make countless batches of oatmeal, millions of cups of tea, sterilized baby bottles, and nasty kitchen sponges. But after 6 years (believe it or not, it's been 6 years this month), my faithful companion has passed. She just wouldn't heat up anymore. Good ol' Toastmaster has been replaced by Krups.

I'm sure Krups will be just as loyal and reliable as Toasty, but he has got to prove himself. He(she?) doesn't have as big a capacity, but seems to boil faster. He has a screw off lid, where as Toasty has a flip top, eliminating that annoying thing of "where the F did I just put that lid, I just took it off a second ago!"
So now I'm off to build a Viking boat, put Toasty on it and light it a blaze to honor my faithful companion. So long.