Grapes

I'm not a huge fan of grapes. I like the green ones a little, but not the red ones. But, my favorite are Concord grapes. MMMmmmmmm ... YUMMY! I know my pics aren't nearly as great as some peoples, but I try, and every once in a while I get a really good one (of course, I don't have them on my computer to prove it).

The problem with buying these grapes is that they're a little pricey and you have to buy a huge basket of them. With only two people in our family right now, it's hard to eat that many grapes before they go bad. So, some are still sitting in the fruit bowl and starting to shrivel up. This is not fun to watch, but if I eat too many I'll get the runs. Okay, too much info, I'll leave it at that!!

Baseboards, Baseboards Everywhere

I'm in heaven. Well, not really. It's loud and messy, but we're FINALLY getting our baseboards on!

We got possession of our house on May 15, moved in 3 weeks later, and 4 weeks ago we actually went and bought new baseboards. We were going to just paint the old ones and put them back on, but, as happens in Renos, when our basement garbage pile was being taken to the garbage (what a concept), almost all of the baseboards were taken with. So, we had to buy new ones - which I secretly (well, maybe not so secretly) wanted anyway. My mom came over one Sunday, and we painted them, waited for them to dry (which obviously doesn't take 3 weeks), and now they are finally in the process of being put on. Our house is actually starting to look like a real house! So exciting!!

Yesterday, between going to Rona to get all the stuff we needed, Andrew making a box to cut with that didn't work, going back to Rona to get a box that still hardly worked, Andrew cutting his thumb with an olfa knife, and going to pick our cousin up from the airport we didn't get much done. But, today - we have a miter saw that has made things go a lot faster.

Before I finish this entry you need to be able to appreciate it a little more. Andrew hates me blogging. He's asked me for help at least 6 times with things that he didn't REALLY need help with. He's bugged me to stop at least 3 times, and when I asked him the names of the tools (you didn't actually think I knew them, did you?) he told me to look it up myself. Yet, I don't feel guilty. Is that wrong? I enjoy blogging. And, I admit, at first it took up a lot of my time. But, I don't spend that much time at it anymore. I'm getting into the creative writing a lot faster than I though I could, and I browse a lot faster now too. Just thought you should know how much effort was put into this short little meaningless blog :)

Water on Top, Ggrrrrr!!

This is a complaint post. If you do not want any negativity brought into your otherwise happy day, then I suggest you do not read any further.

Okay, this is a beef I've had for a very long time, and I'm pretty sure, it cannot be solved in a way I will be happy with. But, I need to vent about it anyway.

Here's a really nice looking glass of iced tea. It only looks nice 'cause it's just been poured and the ice is fresh and it's still as strong as it should be. But, by the time I'm done writing this blog and doing some emailing, it will be watered down and all the ice will be half melted (if not completely). I will then have to either stir it to get rid of the layer of water at the top, add some more powder, or pour a new glass altogether. Some of you may be thinking - "Why doesn't she just not use ice cubes?". Good point, except that's not a possibility. Iced tea does not taste good without ice cubes, believe me, I've tried, I'd rather not have any if there aren't ice cubes in it. There are now others saying - "Why doesn't she just drink it faster?". Also a good point, and I've tried that as well, but I'm just not a guzzler of drinks, especially when they're nice and cold (because of so many ice cubes). It's a lose lose situation that I force onto myself. Well, off I go, to fix the glass in some way so I don't have to deal with tasting the gross, watered down version of iced tea that you get in the restaurants. There's a reason I prefer it at home, made by me!!

A new cousin!

Well, I believe the correct term would be "cousin once removed", since he's my cousin's child. His name is John Daniel - isn't he so adorable. He's only 5 days old in this pic. I couldn't believe how beautiful he was. I mean my cousin and her husband are both quite good looking, but I thought newborns all looked the same. You know, the old wrinkly grandpa look, with a misshaped head and discolored skin. Not John, no way!! I went to the hospital the day after he was born and was just mesmerized. Maybe the reason I'm so taken up with him is not only because he's so cute ... ?

I have a really sweet pic of my niece and nephew with John, but my sister doesn't want me to post their pics on the web (totally understandable). So, y'all have to deal with me instead. Sorry :p

My Crazy Husband :)

These pictures were taken on Monday, October 9, Thanksgiving Monday at the Lake. I state the date so clearly because it was quite cold that weekend, frost on the trees and ground that morning.

There's this saying at the lake: "Top Chicken". I'm sure many of you could guess what that means, but todays entry is not a prize entry (sorry Reggie), so I'll explain. There are many different types of people in this world. Some are the "dip your toes in" type, others the "go in bit by bit" type, and I believe the majority of people in my husband's family are the "Just jump in and get it over with" type. I'm talking about swimming, just to clarify! I find myself in every category at some point or another, but I'm mostly the "I'm only going in if I'm extremely hot and sweaty" type (even though I lifeguarded for 7 years - maybe because I lifeguarded for so long). Anyhoo, Andrew's family can be pretty annoying when it comes to wanting swimmers to join them, so I often give in. The "Top Chicken" would be the last person to go in the lake on any given weekend. Well, how could I possibly accept that title? Who wants to have that in their history? Not me. Although I do believe it happened once... okay, maybe twice... I TOLD YOU I'M A "go in only if hot and sweaty" TYPE, OKAY!!! Well, this time, everyone except Andrew was "Top Chicken". Andrew wakes up Monday morning, chipper and cheerful. Without making any sort of announcement, he decides to go for a swim. The water must have been about 10 degrees (50 F for you silly Americans). That's flippin' freezing, in case you couldn't figure that out. So, I had to witness this!

Down I trot to the bottom of the hill in my socks and shoes, fleecy pants and bunny hug (aka: hoody/sweatshirt). I get a peek around the corner of him dipping his head in the water while lying down (as seen on the left). I decide that's not good enough, so I tell him he absolutely HAS to go in all the way. I mean, what's he doing down there if he's not gonna' jump in? So, he proceeds (with much caution) to the edge of the floating dock. And... he jumps in (backwards, so as to be able to climb out directly after) and is out within 3 seconds. I almost hollered "You're the top chicken!", but how could I risk getting pushed in with all these clothes on? Plus, it was very brave of him and I was actually very proud. So was he, apparently ...

I'm Baaack!

So, my crazy husband was disappointed with the amount of time I was spending blogging. "Coincidentally", he decided he needed the computer at work these past two weeks. I'm net deprived and he's working longer. This means I'm more bored, with NO computer, AAGGGGHHHHH!! (Oh, and no husband;) Anyhoo, it's late, you're probably all bored reading this anyway, and I don't have anything short and good to write, so I'll sign off.

To my Fellow Bloggers: Please do not stop reading. I have lots of good stories to come, as soon as I get the computer back before 11 pm!