And now I have a big pile of wood…

Did I mention that Hubs is building a storage shed?

There’s a lot of scrap lumber left over….

I’ve gathered it into a neat stack…

It’s waiting for me…

I have plans. BIG plans for that pile of wood. I just have to figure out how to bring said plans to life.

Did I sound like Dr. Frankenstein right there?? I did, didn’t I? MWAH HA HA!!!

I ain’t a carpenter. I have power tools that I have no operational knowledge of. But I have them…cuz I have plans…

Plans. All I have is plans….I plan to do this, I plan to do that. I plan to take action and change my life. Then common sense logic takes over and I start to second guess my plans that I have worked out so carefully on paper.

Don’t ya hate when your head and your heart get into a pissing contest?? Happens to me all the time….

Is there such a thing as being cautiously impulsive?? ‘Cuz that’s me. To a T…

So while cranial/pulmonary wars wage, here’s what’s been going on in my refuge: The Craft Room:

"my love....if i could choose again i'd still choose you"

I was in a sappy mood that day…but it’s the truth…

I brought home a bag of shells from Florida…

So I made these….

I’m totally into finding junk at flea markets and figuring out how to glue stuff to it….The one of me and Hubs smooching on the beach is one of a set of 5 old serving trays that I paid $1.98 for the whole set. I spray painted it….and the one with the shells was this folding table thingie that fit over the arm of a chair. I took the hinges and the folding parts off and spray painted it too….it cost me a buck fifty…

So this pile of wood……and all these plans swimming around in my noggin….what to do, what to do???

This was just fun for me…

I think I want to try making some frames and making them look all old and distressed with part of that wood pile. Maybe try selling them on Etsy….I actually found this one for $.50 at a junk shop….

Or something along those lines. I want to make stuff to sell. I think….

 Here’s the latest addition to the Craft Room. I had this old wood shipping crate hanging around the house for years so I had Hubs mount it to the wall to use as a book case. The shelf was one of those 80’s treasures with the heart cut out, remember that “country” trend?? Well I hated it. So I traced the heart shape onto cardboard and cut it out, layered it in the heart to fill it in til the cardboard was flush with the wood and glued it in good! Then I decoupaged over it! Wah la, no more country heart! I also replaced the shaker pegs with 15 inch wood dowels to hold my spools of ribbon and scissors….

Damn I’m clever….

Except for that wood pile….I’m not feeling so clever in regards to that wood pile….

My head is full to the brim….now I just need time to sort it all out.

I have plans for that….

Oh, and here’s Peanut saying “Gram, leave me alone and let me eat this book”

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Important things….

I ran across this on a “Mommy blog”,  a list of things we should repeat to our children (grandchildren) often. As I read it, I kept thinking “it would be nice to hear that once in a while myself” so I decided to share it with y’all as another lesson in life…

Because grownups could use some encouragement and understanding sometimes too….

1. I love you! There is nothing that will make me stop loving you, nothing you could do or say or think will ever change that. Avery’s going to get sick of hearing this one, I say it to her about 100 times a day when she’s with me!

2. You are amazing! Not just at what you can do, but who you are. There is no one like you. No one! How nice would it be to hear this from another adult?

3. It’s all right to cry. People cry for all kinds of reasons: when they are hurt, sad, glad, or worried; when they are angry, afraid, or lonely. Big people cry too. I do. I’ve never understood people teaching little kids (especially little boys) that crying is something to be ashamed of…

4. You’ve made a mistake. That was wrong. People make mistakes. I do. Is it something we can fix? What can we do? It’s all over. You can start fresh. I know you are sorry. I forgive you. I hope I will always be able to offer Avery this kind of understanding.

5. You did the right thing. That was probably scary or hard. Even though it wasn’t easy, you did it. I am proud of you; you should be too. Wouldn’t it be nice to have the positive choices we make acknowledged? Especially when it was not an easy thing to do….

6. I’m sorry. Forgive me. I made a mistake. This is hard for me, I don’t easily admit when I am wrong. I’m working on that…

7. You can change your mind. Making a decision is a good thing,  but it is also fine to change it. Your choice should feel right in your heart. Not encouraging wishy washy behavior, but sometimes you have to follow your heart instead of your head.

8. What a great idea! You were really thinking! How did you come up with that? Tell me more. I want to always encourage Avery to use her imagination, and to be creative. I see so many kids that just rely on electronics and haven’t a clue how to just “play”…

9. That was kind. You did something helpful and thoughtful for that person. That must make you feel good inside. Thank you! Giving credit where it’s due always makes the other person feel good.

10. I have a surprise for you. It’s not your birthday. It’s for no reason at all. Just a surprise, a little one, but a surprise. Don’t we all love little surprises?? A Hersey’s kiss, a cute card, a post-it with a smiley face…doesn’t have to cost a lot to put a smile on someone’s face. And sometimes it can change a day from bad to good….

11. I can wait. We have time. You don’t have to hurry. I hate to feel rushed…

12. What would you like to do? It’s your turn to pick. You have great ideas. It’s important to follow your interests, and sometimes you don’t know what the other person’s are unless you give them the opportunity to show you…

13. Tell me about it. I’d like to hear more. And then what happened? I made Avery this promise before she was born: I will always listen to what you have to say no matter how busy I am, I will make the time.

14. I’m right here. I won’t leave without saying good-bye. I am watching you and listening to you. I pray Avery never, ever feels abandoned or alone…

15. Please and Thank You. These are important words. If I forget to use them, will you remind me? Good God YES! So few kids are actually taught to be courteous…

16. I missed you. I think about you when we are not together! Sometimes we take the people we love the most for granted, but hearing this when you get home from a long day would feel so good, wouldn’t it?

17. Just try. A little bit. One taste, one step. You might like it. Let’s see. I’ll help you if you need it. I think you can do it. Encourage, encourage, encourage. As adults, I think we forget to try and learn new things, to develop new interests, to broaden our minds…

18. I’ll help you. I heard you call me, here I am.  If we both work together, we can get this done. I know you can do it by yourself, but I’m glad to help since you asked. We all need a hand once in a while, but how often do we get an offer to help? How often to we offer to help another?

19. What do you wish for? Even if it’s not yet time for birthday candles and we don’t have a wishbone, it’s still fun to hear about what you wish for, hope for, and dream about. Hubs and I do this all the time, just talk about our dreams, our wishes. Little dreams, BIG dreams…the important thing is that we HAVE THEM.

We all probably remember to praise and encourage our children, to spend time with them just listening to stories about their day. But don’t we forget to do these same things with the grownups that we love? How much happier would life be if you were reminded of just one of the things on this list every day?

Here’s your reminder for today: I think you are amazing and wonderful and da bomb.com!

I really, really do…

🙂

So, what’s up Chuck?

Tired of me whining about my back yet?? Yes? Too bad!!

It hurts….some days A LOT. As in it hurts to take a deep breath….

Some days it stays at a level manageable by my drugs…

Those are the good days, and drugs are my friends!!

But life goes on, and I’m not so self-centered (shut it, I AM NOT!) that I don’t realize there’s more important stuff going on in the universe. (who knew??) Stuff like my new phone and my lack of operational knowledge of it…

I got a smart phone. My first. And as I’m too cheap to spend more than $100 bucks on a dang phone, it’s not the latest or greatest version….It’s a Droid 2. I want to text on my phone, (does anyone actually TALK on a cell phone anymore??) take the occasional picture, check Facebook (since it’s blocked at work) and yes dammit, I want to play all the fun games that Hubs and my girls play together and talk about! I want Angry Birds! I want Draw Something! I want Instagram!

It’s a good thing I don’t want to do much else because I can’t figure it out anyway…I only know the few things I know because Hubs gave me a brief tutorial….(Yes, my phone came with user manuals. A big whopping stack of them. Yes, I can read. Your point?) I don’t like to read stuff like that, I’m like a kid studying for a test, I zone out after the first paragraph (if I even get THROUGH the first paragraph) and then I start seeing a bunny over here and something shiny over there and “oh look, a penny!”…..I can’t learn from a manual, I gotta learn by watching somebody else. I’m A.D.D….(seriously, I am…)

So I muddle through ’til I either figure it out, find someone to show me, or say f*ck it…

Instagram…….somebody teach me. I created my account, I figured out how to apply the filters but I can’t figure out how to undo some of the other effects, or what exactly the other effects do.

I is technologically challenged.

I love Draw Something, it’s my new addiction….if you’re on Facebook, find me and lets play!!! I giggle. Out loud. Which makes it hard to play incognito at work…..jus’ sayin’….

I enjoy the games I can play at work when I’m bored…(Yes, Mr/Mrs BossPerson if you’re reading this I am frequently bored while at work. No, I don’t need any more dang duties to keep me busy. I didn’t say I didn’t have anything to do, I said I was bored. There’s a difference….I just don’t want to do the tasks I should be doing!) I’m particularly enjoying a Word Search app I found. If you have a fave, share it with me!

If anyone knows of a good app for making simple shopping lists etc for Droid, let me know. I’ve tried 2 and they’re way too complicated for “stop and get a bag of chips on your way home”….Simple. Simple is key….

I also changed my Internet browser. (I know, lots of changes. Pure insanity for a girl who is resistant to change) I’ve always used Internet Explorer because I’m a big chicken and a firm believer that one wrong move on my part and my laptop will spontaneously combust and all will be lost. Panic attacks will insue. I break out in a cold sweat at the thought of a crashed computer. However, a few weeks ago I got reckless brave and switched to Google Chrome. HATED IT. At least once a day it would tell me it couldn’t open my blog’s admin page….irritating. But this morning I said “WTF how bad can it be?” took a deep breath and downloaded Firefox. LOVE IT. L.O.V.E. Granted, I’ve only had it for a day but man is it zippity quick! It kept all my favorites, my bookmarks, toolbar and homepage and so far hasn’t given me any grief about being unable to open any of the pages I regularly frequent or any other such bullshit….

I love it when I don’t implode my laptop….

My Hubs is building a storage shed this weekend. I use the term “shed” lightly because this thing is going to be more soundly built than my house…I’m not even kidding! He’s been planning it for months, he’s seriously like a little kid the week before Christmas….Since I can’t do much to help, and I can’t cut stuff with my new circular saw (grrrrr) I think Peanut and I will play in the dirt and pot up some flowers for the deck….more on that later!

What’s new, interesting, titillating, fascinating, or dull, boring, same ‘ol same ‘ol with y’all?? Whatcha reading? The last book I finished was “Let’s Pretend This Never Happened”  by our beloved Bloggess, Chef Vivi and I both started it on the trip to Florida. And we both laughed aloud and made Peeps think we were demented….Bonus!

Oh, here’s my first and only Instagram photo:

I like the vintage looks it makes! Hubs is generally unimpressed, the artsy-fartsyness of it is lost on him, he just thinks it looks out of focus. Peanut’s Mommy thinks it makes her look creepy because it made her eyes so dark. They’re both weird….It’s a perfect look for my altered art projects!

I got big stuff in the works. BIG. HUGE. Details coming soon. I promise!

🙂

Blah Blah Blahdiddy Blah…

It appears that my last post as stirred up a fair amount of controversy…and in light of that I’d like to pose a question to y’all since a good number of you are Bloggers too…

Actually, I’d like to pose a few questions…

1. Do you write your Blog anonymously or do you (like me)  just put your stuff out there and let the chips fall where they may?

2. If you don’t hide the fact that you’re a Blogger from friends/family/co-workers, have you suffered backlash from it?

I’ve never hidden the fact that I write a Blog from anyone, if I wanted to hide it I certainly would not “share” my posts on Facebook. And as I’ve mentioned before, I have from time to time regretted that loss of anonymity. Having said that, I have no regrets about anything I’ve ever written and published. I write what is in my heart, my feelings are what they are and quite frankly, I’ll be damned if I’m going to censor myself on my own Blog. We’ve had that discussion before so I’m not going to rehash it now…

It has been said to me “Most of the time, speaking your mind makes things worse”. In light of that here’s my next set of questions:

3. Do you feel that speaking your mind about things that bother you makes the situation worse, or better?

4. Is speaking your mind to the “webiverse” for ALL to see (including those you are speaking your mind about) better or worse than complaining behind said person’s back amongst a group of like-minded peers?

I have never and will never master the art of smiling on the outside while seething with anger or disdain on the inside. Unfortunately, whatever I feel is usually quite visible on my face, which is why I don’t play poker! I know people who can appear to be super friendly to someone that they secretly loath. And it’s always made me wonder, if they can fake it so well to one person, how do I know they’re not also faking it with me? How do you ever really know where you stand with a person who has such great acting skills?

I know, I know, it’s called diplomacy…I have some up to a point, but when I truly and honestly don’t like someone or am unhappy with a situation I cannot hide it. I’ve tried…I’m transparent….

It has also been brought to my attention that ” when you post it on the world wide web for everyone to see there will be consequences ” in this particular instance, the consequence being referred to is unemployment.

Which poses my next query:

5. Whether you are a Blogger or not, do you think that someone should be fired from their job for what they write on their personal Blog? And does it matter if names have been omitted?

(Now, to clarify, If I write “I work for *gives name* located at *lists address* and I’m here to tell you, that place is a crap dump of what passes for humanity. Never, ever, ever buy their product!” Then yes, by all means that would probably be grounds for dismissal.)

Or would it??

6. Does venting about a co-worker online qualify as an offense worthy of termination? How about venting about a supervisor, or just complaining about your employer in general?

7. (For my fellow Bloggers) Why do you Blog? What do you get out of it?

When I started this Blog last summer I intended it to be a cheerful little life/food Blog patterned after my beloved PW. I promptly found out that food blogging is a lot of work….and it never really satisfied my soul. Also, to be perfectly honest, didn’t attract a lot of followers. Then one day I wrote my first tongue-in-cheek satirical post and the followers came in droves! Which says to me that the general public would rather read about me bitching than cooking!! It also added quite a bit of pressure to keep coming up with that kind of post, and keeping those kind of numbers, which was just as exhausting as a daily food blog.

I didn’t need another full time job so after a couple of months it morphed again. This time into writing more of what I felt or what was going on in my life and less of a useful “how-to” type of Blog. And the more “cyber” friends I gain through  it, (cyber or not, they are my friends, as real and as genuine as any others I have) the more I write as if speaking (ok, venting) to a friend because that’s exactly what it feels like….I no longer worry about how many visitors I get in a day or how popular a post is (or isn’t) and discovered that this is the style that calms me and feeds my soul. When I check on it after posting, I go straight to the comments to see what my friends have had to say because that’s what matters to me now…

I don’t defend what I write to anyone I may offend, I don’t feel I need to. Nor will I apologize for it. And by the same token, I don’t expect anyone to feel they need to apologize to me for any negative comments they make concerning one of my posts. I believe everyone has the right to voice their own opinion even if it’s in direct opposition to my own. It’s called Freedom of Speech…I have the choice as the sole administrator of my Blog to not even approve the comments left on a post, and if I chose to I could approve only the ones that were all sunshine and puppies. I don’t. I approve them all (with the exception of the Spam ones, which is the only reason I filter at all) good bad or ugly because sometimes the differences of opinions spark a whole other topic (as it did in this case) which is fun in and of itself… 

I’m fortunate that I don’t work because I have to. My salary is fun money for Hubs and I, it buys the extras that we want without having to stick to a budget which is why I have contemplated being a stay-at-home-wife off and on for the last year. Every time I whine “I don’t wanna go to work tomorrow, whahhhhh” my Hubs responds with “Don’t”…. Point being, if I get fired over speaking my mind about a co-worker whom I didn’t name but everyone recognized just from my description of her demeanor (which kind of validates my opinion of her, does it not?) then all I have to say to my (former) employer is this: Thank You. Thank You for making up my mind about early retirement and taking my happy ass off the proverbial fence…

I’m proud of my little Blog, and grateful for the new friends it has brought me that I would never have known without it. I’m also thankful for the sense of emotional release it has provided me. And that, my Peeps, is all that matters.

Ok, your turn! Spout off in the comments, answer my questions, pose new ones of your own, GIVE THE REST OF US YOUR OPINION! Because all opinions are valued here at Gram-Cracker.com….

Have no fear,  this old Grammy will just keep on writing, and venting and blabbing! And occasionally whining….

🙂

And the hits keep coming…

Y’all bear with me on this one, it was written over the course of several drugged up days. I tend to ramble when on pain killers…. 

So. Guess what my body decided would be a fun little addition to my “oh my aching back” woes??

Strep Throat….

In a feeble attempt to limit my ability to whine?? It’s a damn conspiracy I tell ya and my body is the ringleader….

Along with being barely able to move, I developed a sore throat Monday afternoon and just thought I had picked up Avery’s cold. (Cuz I smooched her, runny nose and all) By Tuesday I had lost my voice and by Wednesday morning I knew something was up when that nagging itch in the back of my throat caused a major coughing fit which caused me to cough out some bloody spittle. Yuck, right??

Since it’s virtually impossible to get an appointment with my Primary Care Dr in less than 3 weeks, I went to the walk-in clinic where the nice old fella with the stethoscope stuck a tongue depressor down my throat and said, “Your throat is raw, that must be painful”….GENIUS.

My condition was apparently obvious as he didn’t even bother to run the normal strep test, just sent me home with a Zpak, and orders to take it easy and try not to put any strain on my throat…like whining.

The next day I had my appointment with the “back” doctor who informs me that yes, I do need another injection but I can’t get it while I’m on antibiotics. Who knew?? So we scheduled it for 2 weeks out and gave me a paper to give to whom it may concern at work saying no lifting over 10 pounds, no bending or stooping, no sitting for extended periods and to try to control my stress level in the meantime.

UPDATE:

Ok, I wrote all of the above on Thursday. There were quite a few more paragraphs that were very negative because I got a phone call from HR asking me to provide proof that I had actually been ill for 4 days and had seen a doctor. Which THOROUGHLY PISSED ME OFF! So I took  my unhappy ass in to work on Friday even though I still felt like hammered shit (as opposed to regular shit). I had one person ask me if I was ok, did I feel better etc. ONE. Not my supervisor, not the ones I sit by…hurt my feelers so I pouted the majority of the day. And then I just said “F*CK Y’ALL AND YOUR SELF-CENTERED ASSES! (But only to myself). I had to remind myself that I’m supposed to be letting go of all this negative junk. I had to remind myself REPEATEDLY as I wasn’t listening to myself, I was ignoring me ‘cuz pouting seemed like the thing to do until I yelled at ME and gave myself a good talking to and then I straightened up my attitude cuz I didn’t want to get in trouble from myself again. I’m a scary Bitch….and while I couldn’t take back all the negative feelings I had, I did choose not to publish them. It’s all part of the “letting go” THING.

However….I do want to express my discontent over just one more situation and then I’m done. I swear! And this is it:

While laid up, I texted back and forth with my coworker/friend (we’ll call her the good one) who is also laid up (with the blown out ear drum) and we decided it would be a nice gesture to send a thank you gift of gourmet chocolates to our other co-worker (We’ll call her the EEville one. You remember her, I’ve complained about her ad nauseum) who had to cover my duties and part of the good one’s. We felt bad that she was having to do extra work with both of us out of commission and just thought it would put a smile on her face. Cuz we’re friggin nice people….We heard nothing from her after it was delivered. I texted the evil one to let her know I’d be back at work the next day  and to thank her again for pitching in during my absence. (Like she has a choice but I still thought it was a nice gesture on my part)  Her reply?… “K”…And once I got to work Friday?? NADA. ZIP. ZILCH. Bitch didn’t even acknowlege that she got a gift. Thirty two dollars worth of hand made truffles and she can’t even manage a polite thank you, nor did she share with anyone else in the office. She did not even speak to me all day. She was punishing me for being sick and injured I suppose….All I have to say about that is I hope those friggin’ truffles gave her A) a raging case of the runny poops, B) I hope every ounce multiplies itself by 1000 and shows up right on her ass til she looks like Professor Clump from the Nutty Professor, and C) I hope all that chocolate gives her about 20 BIG HONKING ZITS.

 Nope, not bitter. Not in the least….:)

I’m telling y’all, this positive attitude crap is a lot of damn work…I’m pretty sure I do not have a firm grasp on the concept yet but I’m hoping that maybe by recognizing that I had negative feelings and not allowing myself to wallow in them for days as I normally would  is a start?? Hell if I know, but dammit I’m trying….Learning to blow sunshine out of my butt is not an easy task…

The good news is the Dr said once I’d been on my antibiotics for 24 hours I wouldnt be contagious anymore so I still get to have Peanut Day THANK GOD! And even though the other Dr. said no lifting anything over 10 pounds, I’m pretty sure picking up Grandbabies who weigh closer to 20 pounds is an automatic exemption to that rule… 

I really want to try to cut up a pallet with my new circular saw. I read somewhere that demolition is a great stress reliever! But as that would involve lifting, bending and stooping I reckon I’ll just glue stuff in the craft room, that’s relaxing too…

And so my good peeps I leave you with this one little morsel of positive thinking. Something to keep in mind and that will hopefully help you remain positive through some troubling times:

 

🙂