Me doing Electronics

So since we have practically stopped smoking (compared to what we used to smoke), we now have a bit more money available to us. We have been with out a VCR for a very long time (and have hundreds of tapes) and have been using the portable DVD player that is supposed to be in hubby's truck to watch any movies. Those long waits while waiting in line to get unloaded can very boring, so he really needs it back in his truck. I took the little extra money we had accumulated and bought us a VCR/DVD player! Yeah for us! But I let it set there in the box for nearly 2 weeks. hahaha


 Today while talking on the phone with mom I decided to get it out of the box and see if I could hook it up. I don't know why messing with things like that intimidated me so but they do...ALOT! Mom is still on the phone and I am getting a little frustrated because I did it just like the diagram said to do it and it is still not working. She says...Who are you talking to? Me? The mom who can't even figure out how to use her computer? I think you need to talk to your father AND promptly hands the phone to dad! I can hear Dad bellowing in the background.. What? Talk to her, Heather is having trouble hooking up her VCR. (Daddy's happy zone is talking electronics) I tell daddy what all I did and he tells me to move the yellow, red and white wires. Still nothing was happening, I put in a movie, made sure the tv was on the right channel and still nothing. I had my face down in front of the VCR and said...hmmm maybe this would help. Daddy says what and I busted out laughing and snorting!

AND yes it did help and I was still laughing when I told daddy what I did....he hung up on me!

Always remember to push the POWER button! LMAO!!!!!

Memorial day weekend

Saturday I spent the morning and the evening with the hubby watching some really great old war movies on the tv. I absolutely adore Van Johnson and he was a huge star of the b&w era, so manage to get my fix of him almost all day. During the afternoon I spent a few hours with my bf. I had a pretty good pile of things to take to her and we had some crocheting to share with each other. It was a good visit and we sat and watched History Detectives together (very interesting episode), it had been so long since we had the chance to just sit in each others presence. I do dislike that we now live so far away.

Sunday the hubby and I lazied around almost all day. I cooked twice and crocheted till my tush went numb. Then we took a nap. After the nap I was full of energy and the sun was setting, the temps outside had finally dropped down into the 80's. I decided it was a great time to get the mowing done. Watching the beautiful sunset across the sky made me long for my camera but I knew I had to finish the mowing before I lost all sunlight. Kinda a bummer to have missed the opportunity but at least the mowing got done. BUT before the mowing was finished, the hubby decided to come outside (first time since friday evening) just to aggravate me about my mowing technique...grrr. I was pretty peeved. I was very close to saying something ugly but thankfully refrained.
Meanwhile while mowing the race was on. There was about 77 more laps left to the race and Earnhardt was in 3rd by time I came in. Okay NOW this is a race to watch! I decided to sit and watch it while giving myself a foot soak. There I was sitting in my chair with my feet stuck in water and suddenly Earnhardt was in the lead. I was slapping my knee begging and pleading for him to go go go, while my whole body wanted to be jumping up and down but couldn't cause my feet were stuck in water!. It was torture! Only to watch his car slow down, he ran out of gas on the 4th corner just yards away from the checkered flag. OMG it was so disappointing but yet it was a thrilling race.

Tomorrow I plan to finish the yard, go to the grocery store, do some laundry and hopefully finish the throw I have been working on. Just a plain old regular day.

Yeah we really know how to party, huh?

The T.V. got me going...

Last night I was listening to Inside Edition, not something I usually watch/listen to, it just happened to come on the last channel watched and nobody bothered to change the channel.

Anyway, I don't know if any of yall caught it, but the story that had me up out of my seat and standing in the livingroon gawking at the tv was...

Hollywood women choosing to have their babies out of wedlock.

Wedlock..not a word you hear very often anymore. I was stunned that this topic would even make headlines now-a-days. I mean..What is that? Are we still in the fifties? Are these hollywood women so special that they should and be expected to adhere to "traditional" lifestyles?

When I think of the old fashioned phrase "born out of wedlock", I think of these poor children that are going to suffer from not having a two income family. The struggles the mother/teenager is going to have trying to handle it all alone. The strain it can put on system and grandparents as well. I think of all the unplanned pregnancies that happen all the time with young girls who are just mere babies themselves. I think of the educations that are lost due to economics forcing them to choose, money for the baby over staying in school.

Never do I think about the rich and famous adult women who have chosen to get pregnant and never do I worry over their childs well being. It's not like these women can't afford the best for their child. These woman have soo much money they can have a dozen children and never see a strain on their finances.

As for having a two parent life for the child, I can think of maybe a handful of people that have had the experience of having both "birth" parents in their lives, all there life. Most of the folks in my life have or have had (with the exception of my younger siblings) one, three and sometimes even four parents in their lives.

Why would it be soo important to have a baby in wedlock? Spend all that money on a wedding just because of a pregnancy and most likely even bigger money on a divorce. Not very many people actually stay married anymore anyway and hollywood folks are no exception.

I appluad these women who have the money to "choose" their futures. Not so many have that type of "freedom of choice".

Writer's Workshop: Favorite Actors from my Childhood, Plus One I Adore!

I chose writing prompt #1..What actors from childhood do you think about?

When I was a kid my favorite actors were:

First and forever there was Michael Landon:
Little Joe Cartwright in Bonanza
Pa-Charles Ingalls in Little House on the Prairie(I soo wanted him to be my daddy)
Jonathan Smith in Highway to Heaven
Then there was Lorne Greene:
Ben Cartwright in Bonanza
Adama in Battlestar Galactica
And of course there was Victor French:
Isaiah Edwards in Little House on the Prairie
Mark Gordon in Highway to Heaven
I can't forget Parker Stevenson:
Frank Hardy in The Hardy Boys/Nancy Drew Mysteries
Craig Pomeroy in Baywatch
Now we get to the man that makes me catch my breathe everytime I hear him speak. The most amazing Sam Elliot:
Gar in Mask
Wade Garrett in Roadhouse
I'm thinking..Wild Bill Hickcock in Buffalo Girls
Virgil Earp in Tombstone
Just to name a few, cause there are soo many more movies he was in that where great.
Ohhhh yeeeaaahhhhhhh!!!!
Excuse me...Brain overload

Hope that was fun for yall!

Randomness of our Weekend

Well technically we are still in our weekend, hubby doesn't go back to work till tomorrow. It has been great having him around to chat with and laugh with and slave for me!

I am such a mean slave driver. I mentioned that it had been a long time since he had done dishes. He asks..Oh yeah, how long? I give him my best bugged eyed glare and tell him...A super duper looooong time! (with the flare of "So there") He washed dishes twice in one day, so I guess I've gotten my glares worth out of him.
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We have been having an issue with the neighbors dog jumping the fence. He is on a chain and occasionally he gets it caught and nearly kills himself in his stupidity.

On his side, as he should be.

Climbing the fence as naughty dogs do.

Hi new mommy! NOT, you are going right back mister!

We played this merry-go-round for many many days. Hubby spent Saturday morning fixing the fence.
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The fireworks started next door Saturday evening till 1am and again Sunday evening.

This little vibrating baby girl was on my feet every time I stopped moving. I was followed everywhere except outside. When I did come in from outside, she could be found wrapped around the back of hubbies neck. She was scared so bad, she had to be forced to go outside to do her business.
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I was in and out of the house all weekend. I went for walks and took lots of photos. I think hubby was getting tired of the revolving door, but seriously it was soo hot that I couldn't stay out very long without coming back drenched.


Just a few to tease ya with!
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Saturday morning I asked hubby when was the race. Yes I'm talking about NASCAR!
Hubby replies..tomorrow at noon I think.
Later that afternoon I asked him to pull up the menu and see what is coming on TNT that evening.
Well, well, well! Would ya look at that! NASCAR is coming on tonight! Aren't ya glad I bugged you?!!
Seriously folks that was one heck of a race! I'm so glad I had concerns about his theory of them racing on a holiday or we would have missed it! IT WAS AWESOME!!!
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After going to town for our weekly shopping, we watched "Greatest American Hero" all day!

Not recommended for the folks who like more sophisticated television.
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That's about all folks!
How was your weekend?

Torturous T.V.

Hubby turns on the tv one minute after he walks in the door from a long day at work.
He promptly takes up his trusty remote and hits the guide button.
The little window pops up showing the lines of how much has loaded so far.
There are no little lines, it is not loading!
He (not talking to me) says...IT"S NOT LOADING! kinda whiny.
Two seconds later..he repeats this and adds..WHY isn't it loading?
He gets frustrated and manually punches in the number to his favorite channel.
A few minutes later he does this all again.
Repeat, repeat and repeat.

I'm getting frustrated at the interruption of the show we are watching.
Why do you keep doing that? It isn't working so stop messing with it!
BUT WHY isn't working?
I don't know, it just isn't!
BUT I have to know why!
On and on we go...repeating the whole chorus again.
I start to walk away and I hear him yell at the tv.

WORK DANG IT!!! (edited for the pure at heart)

The grumbling, yelling, whining and begging continued for at least an hour.
He says..I'm never going to get to sleep with this on my mind.
He continues to keep trying..

Suddenly I hear him shout..IT"S WORKING!!!
I bust up laughing.
He says..It bowed to my persistence!

Yeah, uhha...yeah right! The tv heard all that complaining and decided it had tormented you long enough!
ROTFL!!!

Not So Fresh Zombie

Sunday:

I spent the whole day tearing my office apart and reorganizing it.

I currently have two desks in my office. Well, one is actually a desk with 4 drawers, the other is a kitchen table. The real desk is damaged and not large enough for my needs, so I decided it was high time to empty it out and get rid of it. To do this..I had to find a solution for all the office supplies I have been storing in it. Last year we bought large bookshelves and on another occasion I had gotten some decorative boxes on sale after Christmas. I made a point of getting some sticky labels just for this chore. Needless to say I filled boxes and reorganized and dusted and threw a crap load of things away. It was a eight hour chore and my feet felt like they were going to burst, but everything is all nice and neat and for the time being a little lost. I keep trying to turn my chair around to other desk to get something, but when I open a empty drawer, I have to try to remember where I relocated that item.

Now how to relocate a usable, slightly damaged desk. I guess I will be using Craig's list tomorrow and if that doesn't work then I'll have to move on to Freecycle.

I was so tired I never even got around to reading everyones posts. I went to bed 2 hours early!

Monday:

The agenda for the day was to go spend time with the grandkids, which I did and had a blast as I always do.

Bright and early in the wee hours of 8 o'clock in the morning, I was awakened by grandsons voice on the answering machine. He was wanting to know when I was going to be there. Well..my first waking thought was..not now, that's for sure, my feet haven't even hit the floor yet! LOL!

If I had to be woken up, I'm glad to have had it be him and not by a bark in my ear or a pounce on my tummy!

I called him back with my first morning coffee and scruffy voice. He was sorry to wake me so early, but I guess he was in a hurry for this day to begin. I told him noon cause he has school work to do. He made a point to let me know he was already doing his school work. LOL!

Really made me feel old for using wee hours of the morning for sleeping! My goodness what was I thinking wasting the morning away! No sleeping off the previous days work when there are grandkids waiting on zombie grumpy old Nana to get her act together and find the sweet Nana, for the day! LOL!

I did get there at 10:45. I was entertained from that moment on. We played and talked and played some more. There was lunch and tears over a missing toy and lots of things for Nana to be caught up on. We went shopping here and there and by 3pm I was ever so ready for a nap!

I told the youngest (3yrs) that Nana was going home to take a nap and that I would be back later on.
He says..After your nap?
Me..No, maybe next week.
He says..Okay! (with a happy bounce)
Cracks me up!!!

I left and went back to one of the stores and got a new rug for my office. I get home and check all my comments and Facebook. At 4:30 I crawl under the covers and settle down to take that much needed nap. 2 minutes later hubby is home!

The not so fresh zombie is now making supper and trying to engage in conversation with hubby and listen to his day and tell him about mine. I think I must have zombied out cause for the life of me I can't remember a thing we talked about.

I spent two hours downloading 12 pics on Facebook and finally was sooooo tired I decided to shut down the computer and go to bed at the very early hour of 9pm. My mistake was to sit down in front of the tv and flip threw the menu and watch Hoarders.

I don't know why this show affects me the way it does, but I got up and was headed to bed when instead I found myself scrubbing the toilet, sweeping the floor, changing the wastebasket and scrubbing it down, cleaning the counter. I then moved on into the kitchen. Washing the dishes, wall around the sink area, stove top, sweeping the floor and making hubby's lunch.

This only took me 45 minutes, but still it woke me up enough to be writing this post from 10:55pm to 11:50pm. Well now that it is almost midnight and I am about dead enough to fall out of my chair, I had better sign off and say good night!

Google Reader, Lost, American Pickers

Last night I pulled up my blogger dashboard and waited for the page to load. I scrolled down and waited for more things to load, this is how far behind I am. Again I scroll down and waited, get coffee, still not done, go watch a little of a old movie, come back, still not done. I could have taken a full hours nap, just waiting for the spot I last left off with in my reader's list.

I then saw this link for the Google Reader, I guess I never had noticed it before or just ignored it. I had heard of folks using this and thought I would check it out.

Holy crap, why wasn't I informed about this long ago. I can view all the posts I had missed in half the time. I think yall were holding out on me!

I took me awhile to figure the page out, but once I did..Woohoo! I did come across some issues..like not being able to do comments directly from the Google Reader, some blogs not showing a comment box (sorry Kaylen and Grace). Kathryn's page, the comment area gave me a Internet Explorer could not display (sorry Kathryn). Other than those issues, this new (new to me)way is proving to be sooo much faster.

Hopefully, I will now be able to get caught up.

Just goes to prove that there is still soo much I am still ignorant about. Without knowing about things, I tend to stay away from them. Sometimes you just got to take a risk and learn things on your own. Thankfully, it turned out to be a good thing!

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I'm guessing that at least a few of yall watched Lost last night. I was surprised when hubby decided to watch it. We quit watching two seasons ago.

Well, the whole entire time that it was on, hubby was having acid flashbacks or something along those lines.

Hubby...those writers must be doing some really good drugs, maaan.
Yeah, yeah, that sounds gooood.
Lets throw that in to confuse them some more, maaan.
Pass that hit maaan! This is totally grooovy!
It don't matter if it all don't make sense, whooo cares!
Just leave them all guesssing!
Hit me up one more time, maaan!
Oh, yeah that's kicking it.

He went on and on...I can't remember it all, cause I was LMAO!!
He was so animated with his gestures and drawing out the words. Like I was watching Sean Penn in Fast times at Ridgemont High!
The hippie in him, came out..Big time!

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You all know how much I like finding things. The other night we watched this new show American Pickers. Oh, yeah! I like that show a lot. They go to peoples houses and try to buy junk from them. They get to rummage threw peoples junk and try to find treasures.

I once, volunteered to help this old man clean out his shop. He had boxes and boxes of stuff that people just dropped off and he was too old and disabled to keep up with it all. The best job, I ever had! I loved it!

Cashmere Socks

What is Cashmere?
After hubby feel asleep, I just had to look it up.
I must know why I have never seen or felt Cashmere.

Hubby and I had a roaring convo about this, I will put it at the end of this post.

We concluded that it had to come from sheep.
First I must remember to tell hubby...it is not from a sheep, it is the down of a goat.

Hmm, interesting! Not really, but heck I didn't know that!

Here is the reason, I have never seen or felt Cashmere...

This one pair of "Pure Cashmere" socks cost $240!

The estimated worldly amount each year for "Pure Cashmere" is only 6,500 tons. A big rig with a box trailer can carry just over 2 tons. That breaks down to just 3 trailers full for the whole world!! Wow, I am blown away by this! No wonder it is so expensive.

Grant it, there are lower grades of Cashmere.
Supposedly in the range of affordable.
PPPleasssse, I say!
No way in my lifetime am I going to pay $20 for ONE pair of socks!!

Here is our convo...


I believe you all know the commercial.
The famous girl is talking to Santa and his Ho Ho Ho slips out.
At the very end she tells him she likes Cashmere Socks.

I turn to hubby and ask...
M..Have your ever seen or felt Cashmere socks?

H..He looks at me in this odd..have you been dipping in the cooking sherry kind of face, with an instant burst of laughter and shaking his head!
Through his laughter, he replies..No! Why?

By now, I am laughing too.
M..Me neither! What is Cashmere?

H...Still LHAO, replies with...

I wouldn't know Cashmere, if it bit me on the ass!!

We are both rolling in laughter now!

M..Where does it come from?

H..Well, Cashmere is a place. So I guess it comes from there.

M..Okay, but from what type of animal?

H..If I knew that, then I would know when cashmere was about to bite me on the ass! LOL!

I had to stop the conversation, my sides were hurting from laughing too much!

I am such a cry baby or sentimental fool

I am such a cry baby or sentimental fool. Your pick.

Hubby was home all day yesterday, due to down pouring rain. He decided he was going to watch "The Patriot" on his big T.V..

I was hanging pics and things on the kitchen walls and started some super cleaning. I cleaned the frig, stove and microwave inside and out. Dusted and washed everything.

I was in my element, humming to myself and brain on overload.

Occasionally, I would here the movie. I've seen it soo many times, I knew exactly where the movie was at and who was talking. I tried to ignore it and keep up with my work, but I kept finding myself listening.

I knew it was coming, I tried to steel myself from it.
I was even finding excuses to get further from the sound.
I thought I had timed it perfectly.
I come out of the farthest room, thinking I was coming out on the next scene.
Wrong!
I came out right at the moment I was trying to avoid.




This scene gets me every time.
(sorry it's not a video, I have dial-up. Although I don't think I could handle watching it or hearing it again.)

At the moment this little girl decides to cry to her father...my chest caves, my breathe is caught in my throat (resulting in instant lump, that last well past the scene) and the tears start to flow. At least a two tissue moment.

No matter how hard I try I can't make it past this scene without tearing up.

Does this happen to you?

If so, What movie and scene really gets your tears going, no matter how many times you watch it?

Christmas in November

Hubby got his Christmas presants already.
I ordered them, but one came to the house: 3 pairs of biballs...


and the other was shipped to the store and was ready to be picked up. A 32" LCD


A step up from this 20" box tv. (not a great pic but really, how many people take a pic of their tv's?)


We already had to go to town to meet the girl from Freecycle. (I will post about that tomorrow.) While waiting for 3pm to come around, I checked my emails. Perfect timing, his presant is ready. I really did want to save it for Christmas, but this would be my only chance into the city for about two more weeks. They would have sent it back by then.

Hubby had been watching the Mad Max trilogy and as we were about to leave, he is even peeking in at the tv through the crack of the closing door. He says, Why am I going? You can do this yourself! Do I really have to go? I had already told him his presant (not what it was) was waiting to get picked up! At the word "Presant", I am soo there! He puzzles me sometimes, Mad Max is more important than a presant. I think to myself, Hmmm...Mel Gibson on a 32" would be so much better!

If I had known that the newer tv's were so light I would have gone by myself. I figured they were just as heavy as the tv we had or even more, since it was bigger. I thought I was going to need his help.

We stop to get gas and I signal to him that I'm going to walk to the store, meet me over there.
He...No that is a long walk and the traffic is getting heavy.
Good point but daggummit I'm so excited!
Me...I'm more excited about your presant, than you are.
He..well if you will tell me what it is, maybe I would be too.
Me..I give in and show him on the reciept what it says
Now that got him, pace picks up and nothing but grins!

I had to reign him in, there for a moment. The very first tv he saw in the store was this gigantic, monster of a tv (I don't even think we have a wall that big). His eyes looked like they were going to pop out of his head! I had to inform him that that is NOT it. Very sad moment, but it didn't last long. They rolled out HIS tv and he stood there looking at the box in the most loving way...I think I should have been jealous!

His final comment after getting it set up:

The race sunday is going to be AWESOME!!!!

AND he is still grinning!

A Show Finally Remembered

For many many many moons now, I have had this one kids show stuck in my mind. I could never remember the shows name nor the actors that was in it. I've probably asked every person I have know over the years if they remember it. Everybody says NO. I would do my best to try describe it to them, my efforts where always not that great. Considering I hadn't seen the show since childhood.

It was a funny show with a male and female dressed in silver robot looking suits with a box on their chests that had blinking lights and they had a very small space ship, there was also a young boy and a teenage girl. That was my best description, not much to go on, I know. That's probably why I always got a NO.



Well, my agony is finally over! I hate not being able to remember things, so they haunt me till I finally get an answer. Thank you TCM and the Internet! Watching one monster movie, brought another one to my head. Which then connected in my brain to another movie and then finally a name, that then connected to another name and voila! Her name was Ruth Buzzi!

I google her name and went to wikipedia and there it was... probably was there the whole time, the name of the show that had been driving me one step closer to nuts...Drum roll please

The Lost Saucer




Remember it? Probably not! It was very short lived series. I can't believe I remembered it at all.

Strange, how some things so insignificant can be stuck in one's head for so long.

Any strange things stuck in yours?

V 83' vs V 09'

Okay ladies, be careful and don't slip on my drool!

In preparation of the premiere of V, syfy has played the 83' version with Marc Singer.

Most commonly known as "The Beast master"

I knew who Marc Singer was right away, because of Beast master. Love those hunky shows, mostly just for the view.
I must admit I didn't even know the was a older version of V. Am I alone in this?
It was originally a 3 part mini-series, then turned into a show with a couple of more movies to follow later. We got to watch the mini-series version. I sorta liked it but there were too many screw ups in the voice alterations and even in the scenery. BUT..come on..it's MARC SINGER!! As long as you just look at him and let your mind wonder, who cares that the plot is about aliens!

While watching part 2, He was being escorted out of a room by guards and the back pockets of his jeans were much darker then the rest of his jeans.

I asked hubby..Did they tear off his back pockets?
He says..No, why?
Cause that is what it looked like.
Hubby...giving me a raised eyebrow...hmm..you are sooo busted!
What? with mock innocence
You were soo checking out his butt!
I can not deny.
Hubby tried to convince me that he wasn't good looking..by saying..His eyes are too close together! LOLOLOLOL

The new V, aired last night. Did you even watch it or did Biggest Loser win the evening?

They definitely did some changes to the story line and some real cool updated technical effects. I really didn't get into it as much as hubby. I found it sort of confusing as to who the main characters are. If Marc Singer was the stud in the first one, who is the stud now? My only guess is Joel Gretsch.

I know him from "4400"

He is good looking, but is no Marc Singer! His part in the show really didn't impress me. I was expecting him to be in a strong male role, not as a confused priest.

So far I am not inclined to watch it again. I really didn't get drawn into it enough. The question is..Is hubby going to forgo NCIS for V permanently?
I hope not! I don't think I could go long without Mark Harmon!

Sleeping habits of hubby

I have been considering this post for some time, so here it is.

Since moving to this new house and having to fix it from floor to ceiling, the bedrooms have been the last on the list. I have my bed camped out in the living room and hubby is still sleeping on the couch. I am convinced even if we were to get his room done, he would still sleep on the couch. Yes we will have separate bedrooms.

Every night, my hubby goes to bed around 8 or 9 pm. Sometimes earlier, but never later. I, on the other hand go to bed around 1 or 2 in the morning. The T.V. is always on while hubby is home, even when he is sleeping. He claims he can't sleep without it. I have tested this theory and he is correct. Within five minutes of turning the T.V. off, he is awake. So I continue to live with the noise of it.
I have even found myself getting used to it, if the volume is down low enough.

While sitting here at the computer, (which is located in the kitchen) I find myself listening to whatever is on the T.V..

Every night my hubby makes his trek to the bathroom around 11 pm or so. On his way back to his couch, he turns the channel. No regard as to whether I am watching it or listening to it. I get very frustrated at him for this. I have even tried to hide the remote from him, this only makes him fully wake in a panic mode that the remote is lost!

I asked him this morning "Why he continues to do it?"

His response: I don't like whatever that show was doing to my dreams!

LOL, every night, every channel, every show, messes with his dreams!

Well if that is the case wouldn't it be better to just turn it off!

Nope, then he can't get to sleep! LOL