Went out in this icky Western Washington weather. Had to buy some gifts for the Feast of the Epiphany shinding this Saturday. Talk about spoiled grandchildren. My grand-daughters get Christmas, Epiphany and each has her birthday here in the next two weeks.
I bought each of them a "My Little Pony". I had them when they first came out (and they were a lot bigger for the same price). I didn't buy them pink ones--though there were two seperate shakes of pink ponies. I opted for a white with blue pony and a peach pony. I don't want them to think pink is the only color.
Not there is anything wrong with pink. I just like to see other colors in the palette.
Maybe it has to be with being related to Susan. Must be.
Must find edible food.
- Jack's Better half
Thursday, December 31, 2009
Slightly Off Topic but not...
I watched something in the area of five episodes of a show called Hoarders (on A&E). I watched it on OnDemand because, well, family knows that the big guy loves the remote. Since I've been staying in the sewing room at night (long story short), I usually find something to listen to since the lighting for reading is pretty absyml.
In short, it's about people who keep EVERYTHING they ever owned and cannot differentiate between legitimate stuff and crap. Now, those who have been to the homestead here in Bremerton can attest to the Big Guy's need to have stuff. Both Sue and I have talked about how if something were to happen, how we don't want to go through that house (the thoughts of a stick of dynamite have come forth many many times).
I remember how much stuff that Gale had in the two upstairs rooms and the garage. How long it took us to clean Grandma Yount's house (not that it was worthy of a shovel, but I remember "powder gate" in her bedroom. Throw in that my little Grandma in Kansas, when Papa passed away and mom had to go to Emporia for three months, that her and my uncle Jerry filled THREE of those large dumpsters before they had whittled down what Grandma could take.
(Another great example of this is you all know that dad is a big guy and at one time, grandma in Kansas could find his jeans. I am not kidding, she could fold and roll those huge jeans into a saltine box and it didn't bulge. She was a master packer.)
Getting back on topic, I could see how things can get out of hand. So I think that I am going to enlist my back-up (aka, Susie), and we're going to do what we can to make this a bit better. Slowly, with purpose. Like I said, i don't envision shovels, but I think its time to nip this in the bud.
In short, it's about people who keep EVERYTHING they ever owned and cannot differentiate between legitimate stuff and crap. Now, those who have been to the homestead here in Bremerton can attest to the Big Guy's need to have stuff. Both Sue and I have talked about how if something were to happen, how we don't want to go through that house (the thoughts of a stick of dynamite have come forth many many times).
I remember how much stuff that Gale had in the two upstairs rooms and the garage. How long it took us to clean Grandma Yount's house (not that it was worthy of a shovel, but I remember "powder gate" in her bedroom. Throw in that my little Grandma in Kansas, when Papa passed away and mom had to go to Emporia for three months, that her and my uncle Jerry filled THREE of those large dumpsters before they had whittled down what Grandma could take.
(Another great example of this is you all know that dad is a big guy and at one time, grandma in Kansas could find his jeans. I am not kidding, she could fold and roll those huge jeans into a saltine box and it didn't bulge. She was a master packer.)
Getting back on topic, I could see how things can get out of hand. So I think that I am going to enlist my back-up (aka, Susie), and we're going to do what we can to make this a bit better. Slowly, with purpose. Like I said, i don't envision shovels, but I think its time to nip this in the bud.
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
Wedding on a Budget
M'kay...
For those of you who attended the wedding...there is a story behind it. The five minute version:
Jack & I met. First time he met my mom, he flashed us (he lived in the house in front of mine). She stated she wasn't worried. Hah!! Little did she know...
Dated.
December 25, 2006: Jack bought my engagement ring stone: garnet (story about this later)
December 25 2007: Jack gave me the final annullment papers from his last marriage and my ring. ENGAGED!!!
Set date for dad's 70th birthday (story again to follow).
Greg & Sue helped us with funds for our Walmart special Wedding Rings.
Married September 12, 2009. Those may note I actually put Jack's ring on his right hand instead of his left. Once we sat down, I whispered to him to change his ring to the other hand. Heh...
So until I get all the pictures (we're still waiting for some), this is the story....
January, 2009:
Working for Wedding Isn't What It Used To Be.
(Disclaimer: If you have Sprint service, please, when you call customer care, be nice. Really).
The problem with being a Social Service worker is that when things get cut, the first things cut are those services dealing with humans and what they need in life. For eight months, I did a 160 mile round trip to Aberdeen to work for the DVR (Division of Vocational Rehabilitation). Too bad the job was only temporary. So I ended up on unemployment.
December, I applied for a company called TeleTech. It is a pretty big employer in Kitsap county with an even worse reputation. How hard is it to answer phones? Apparently, a lot more than anyone could think.
Let me tell you this much: when you call customer service for no matter what it is, please, Please, PLEASE be kind to that other person on the other end...and be patient!
Dealing with people is a lot different than dealing with the training material. I am not kidding: my first call was from a Drunk Alabama Caller. I had some pretty vicious people...so when they tell you in training that most people are nice, it should be qualified with "they are nice until you tell them that the charges are legitimate (in other words, yes, your butt did do the dialing), then they get all nasty on you.
It is difficult to plan a marriage on fumes. But...we did it.
So there will be more entries.
More fun.
Beware--my snarkasm gets the best of me at the worst of times. But it is all in fun and charm!!
--Me
For those of you who attended the wedding...there is a story behind it. The five minute version:
Jack & I met. First time he met my mom, he flashed us (he lived in the house in front of mine). She stated she wasn't worried. Hah!! Little did she know...
Dated.
December 25, 2006: Jack bought my engagement ring stone: garnet (story about this later)
December 25 2007: Jack gave me the final annullment papers from his last marriage and my ring. ENGAGED!!!
Set date for dad's 70th birthday (story again to follow).
Greg & Sue helped us with funds for our Walmart special Wedding Rings.
Married September 12, 2009. Those may note I actually put Jack's ring on his right hand instead of his left. Once we sat down, I whispered to him to change his ring to the other hand. Heh...
So until I get all the pictures (we're still waiting for some), this is the story....
January, 2009:
Working for Wedding Isn't What It Used To Be.
(Disclaimer: If you have Sprint service, please, when you call customer care, be nice. Really).
The problem with being a Social Service worker is that when things get cut, the first things cut are those services dealing with humans and what they need in life. For eight months, I did a 160 mile round trip to Aberdeen to work for the DVR (Division of Vocational Rehabilitation). Too bad the job was only temporary. So I ended up on unemployment.
December, I applied for a company called TeleTech. It is a pretty big employer in Kitsap county with an even worse reputation. How hard is it to answer phones? Apparently, a lot more than anyone could think.
Let me tell you this much: when you call customer service for no matter what it is, please, Please, PLEASE be kind to that other person on the other end...and be patient!
Dealing with people is a lot different than dealing with the training material. I am not kidding: my first call was from a Drunk Alabama Caller. I had some pretty vicious people...so when they tell you in training that most people are nice, it should be qualified with "they are nice until you tell them that the charges are legitimate (in other words, yes, your butt did do the dialing), then they get all nasty on you.
It is difficult to plan a marriage on fumes. But...we did it.
So there will be more entries.
More fun.
Beware--my snarkasm gets the best of me at the worst of times. But it is all in fun and charm!!
--Me
Greets & Hallucinations
Greets to all!
New Year ='s a new stand on life. I have my other journal, but you know, there are just some things I don't think my extended family needs to read. This is a bit different. I think. No...I know.
Inspired by the fact (and song, don't forget the song), that Life is a Highway and I want to Ride it all night long. Or...
Dang, I didn't take the James St. exit to the ferry terminal. Damn I-5!!!
Actually, I did that a few times in grad school, coming home from Traumatic Brain Injuries at University of Washington. Thank God my husband used to run tow-truck all over King County, because he gave me some of the best pointers for driving over there. Saved my keister a few times.
Anyway.
Mostly, this is for the family on just what exactly I am up to. Until January 1, not much. Oh, tomorrow (December 31) will be shop for the grand-kids for Feast of the Epiphany and their birthdays. I'll have to post pics later. My grand-daughters are adorable and they have their birthdays exactly a week apart. Doesn't hurt me any!
So, until later.
Mrs. Schmidt signing off.
New Year ='s a new stand on life. I have my other journal, but you know, there are just some things I don't think my extended family needs to read. This is a bit different. I think. No...I know.
Inspired by the fact (and song, don't forget the song), that Life is a Highway and I want to Ride it all night long. Or...
Dang, I didn't take the James St. exit to the ferry terminal. Damn I-5!!!
Actually, I did that a few times in grad school, coming home from Traumatic Brain Injuries at University of Washington. Thank God my husband used to run tow-truck all over King County, because he gave me some of the best pointers for driving over there. Saved my keister a few times.
Anyway.
Mostly, this is for the family on just what exactly I am up to. Until January 1, not much. Oh, tomorrow (December 31) will be shop for the grand-kids for Feast of the Epiphany and their birthdays. I'll have to post pics later. My grand-daughters are adorable and they have their birthdays exactly a week apart. Doesn't hurt me any!
So, until later.
Mrs. Schmidt signing off.
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