I have a new follower, Warlock Sundance. Word of warning, this is kind of an everything-blog. I may be ranting one day, canning the next. Welcome:)
Oh, my life just gets more and more exciting every gosh darn day. My adventure today was super special. I had a meeting at work and I only had 15 minutes until said meeting, so I was looking at puzzle keepers online. Not exactly what they want me to do, but I figure all the money they save underpaying me I can waste 15 minutes once a month or so. Yeah, you heard me. It's this mat-thingy you can work puzzles on then roll it up to work on later. There's not a spare surface in this entire house (with the exception of the toilet lid, most days) that I can leave something as frivolous as a puzzle on for any more than say, five minutes? Anyhow, I found one at walmart.com and it said it was in-stock at my store and I could pick it up. So, my 27-year-old-going-on-88-year-old-ass rushes from work to the Walmart only to be told they don't have it. Being that I was already there, (Interjection: I know, I know...Walmart is the devil. But newsflash, folks: I'm in INDIANA. The only other thing is Meijer. And Target. And they are pretty much the exact same thing) I couldn't leave empty-handed, so I grabbed two packages of regular Ball lids and a puzzle. I was needing wide-mouth jars, but as the store clerk informed me, they only carry novelty items seasonally. WTF? Novelty ? I about died laughing. I'm glad the people at Walmart think its novel that I am trying to can all these beans and not let out a string of four-letter words in the process of getting them back out of the jar. (Another side-note: I've been told, on occasion, that I "can string four-letter words together classier than anybody.")
Driving home today, I was thinking about our big plans for this holiday weekend. Hunting, canning, doing a puzzle, finishing up this blasted cross stitch I've been working on going on two years and maybe cutting wood. I know, I know, this kinda livin' will get me killed and all that. I don't know when I got so exciting. Maybe it was between putting myself through college up to working 40+ weeks then trying to keep this place in some semblance of order, which is a feat in itself with 2 dogs, a teenager and a husband running himself ragged.
I was also laughing to myself, because all in all, if this life lands me up in a nursing home, I could probably stay pretty content, you know, between putting puzzles together and cross stitching, just as long as someone comes by once a week to bring me a fifth of Woodford and a carton of Marlboros. And Holy Lord, please don't make me listen to Big Band. That right there is a deal-breaker.