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We had a Demon Pussy (words of a co-worker) that laid open my boss/technician's face this morning. A few stitches later, all is mostly well. But the owners (whose daughter works in the kennel) don't seem to get that I'm not willing to risk life and limb for this cat. If he's that vicious, he ain't that sick. Though another former co-worker suggested Holy Water. In a bucket. With a lid.

Then there was the four miles of backed up traffic on the way home. Lengthening an hour commute into an hour and a half.

Rori was drop-down tired when I got home, so I fed her, gave her a bottle, put her to bed.... and - she's still up. O_o

And I'm either sick or developing allergies in my old age. Could be either. It's mostly sinus pressure - especially laying down. But another co-worker who now has laryngitis says (kind of) that she started with the same thing. So I took a hydroxyzine capsule, and I'll be going to bed soon. Before I loose the ability to hit ANY keys - let alone the right ones. (Mostly "backspace" already).

Hopefully by the morning everybody will be up to the first trip to the Farmer's Market of the season.

Trying to decide if I should get a beginning or intermediate text book in Dutch. My recognition is decent, but my grammar is terrible. So, possibly I should start with the basic reference, yes?

Frisian texts are much more difficult to find. I may eventually end up trying to buy Frisian texts in Dutch, one my Dutch improves, as Frisian/English tomes are uncommon. It might also be worth trying to shake a few documents out of one of the research institutions. Problem being: Right around 1550 the use of Fryske as a legal and bureaucratic language stopped abruptly. Which means it became essentially a spoken language. So, 16th century research will require a command of Dutch, and Old Frisian. BUT, it's pretty much only possible with the current materials to come at Old Frisian via West Frisian through Middle Frisian. More or less. Unless somebody knows which of the current dialects is closest to Old Frisian and there happen to be texts written on that dialect. Doubtful. THEN we can also talk about the Eastern dialects, which are entirely different.

To quote Phineas and Ferb, "Oh, those crazy Dutch!"

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And... off goes the goofy brain, yet again.

I found a copy of Stumpwork Medieval Flora at JoAnns today, and had a 50% off coupon in my pocket. Wondering if I can make enough of a case for period stumpwork and reduce a motif or two or three for some small needlebooks or some such. Possibly for the Baroness. I think the whole A&S champ thing is vaguely goofy, but I still like her.

Freed of the MK Thumb-sucking Artisans Guild, I've been surfing a few others. Both the West Kingdom and Lochac certainly have a better set up. I even cruised the EGA - some of the correspondence courses look nice. Wish I did have somebody to work with in some of this. Grrrrrr. Maybe if I ask nicely, Dame Christian will review things for me. Lord know our own Guild was a useless resource for embroidery. Gotta give those who struck out to form an embroidery Guild that much - it was never going to be of enough emphasis to the larger group to get anywhere. Hell, they intend to make sure nobody DOES get anywhere, but to the table for milk and cookies. Merk.

I'll spare you all the speen-spewing of the day. Oi. What a day. No good came of it. Tomorrow - maybe some homemade creme fraiche. Oh, and I saw a beading magazine with an embroidered ballet slipper on the cover. It was a contest winner, so no instructions, natch. But it's given me the idea to possibly make some decorated ballet slippers for Anneliese for her Easter Basket. Maybe I'll check Meijers or Target tomorrow for slippers.

Whine. Complain. Whinge. Carry on.


(Why is it the sleestak are not nearly as threatening as I remember. Time for bed, maybe?)
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OK, it was, but with the usual degree of not-restfulness. ;-)

We tooled about town and visited a couple of antique shops, inquiring about selling our Victorian East Lake Parlor set. John inherited it from his mother, and it's been mostly taking up space and acquiring cat hair ever since. We're not the type of people who are likely to ever own the sort of Painted Lady that it would look good in. And we really are working at down-stuffing, if you will. Whether we move or not, there are things that can be gotten rid of.

Then John decided HE needed a nap, so I left he and Rori at the house to do so while I went and ran a few errands. I painted some test swatches on the walls and still can't quite commit. Got the oil changed on the Audi.

Oh, and the bad new there - the clearcoat is now failing on the hood. So Ilsa will likely have to just be repainted. *sigh* Though I might go with a nice, sedate Navy in the hopes that I'll draw less attention from Law Enforcement.

I've decided to do Strawberries and Raspberries, maybe the Nanking cherries and crrants/gooseberries. I want specific varieties, but I'd like to put in a single order. Which is frustrating. Wish I'd thought of this before Mom had put her orders in. *sigh* So, Caroline raspberries, a day-neutral strawberry (probably tristar or tribute - whatever isn't sold out). A red currant, a white or pink, a green gooseberry, a red gooseberry, a red Nanking cherry, and a white. Or something like that.

And I did get the basement bathroom scrubbed down. Scrubbing being the operative word. Had to take a brush and oxyclean to the grout, and it could still be cleaner. But, another room off the Spring Cleaning list. Now if only I can get John to improve his maintenance cleaning program.

Just put Rori's hair up, and now it's probably too late in the AM for a shower, so, off to get dressed and put in my lenses and head to work.


Mar. 7th, 2010 08:24 pm
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Back from dropping Anneliese off to spend a couple nights and Grandma and Grandpa's. I'm not QUITE sure why it had to be such a production number, as we were perfectly willing to drive out to Lansing to meet them. Heck, there were probably a few errands we could have taken care of whilst there.

But, it was lunch at the Ded Robbin. Which was somewhat disappointing for me. I had a headache to start with - (Short shrift on sleep with sick babykins plus an incipient black eye she gave me when she smacked the back of her little head into mine, right at the edge of my eyebrow. *sigh* She really needs to stop flinging herself backward. Maybe the pain from this time will help). I ordered a chicken sandwich and got a burger. Which had a couple good-sized chunks of gristle in the half I did eat. I don't normally order burgers in restaurants, as I either find them disappointing or it's such a nice place a burger would be insulting. Hope they at least took THAT off the bill, though the waitress didn't say so, and handed Dad the check directly. Grrrr. We did stroll through Barnes and Noble afterward, and picked up "Reaper Man" as our first formal joint foray into the Discworld series.

Mom did hand me some recipes and a card for John as we parted company. That was a good thing, as his birthday is Tuesday, and he was pretty sure everybody had forgotten. (I should be so lucky. He's a guy - he still expects it to be an occasion.) I took the recipes home to experiment. They are for what are effectively homemade hostess cupcakes, twinkies, and oreos from Mary Jane's Farm. So far, I am somewhat dubious. The cupcake "batter" would have been possible to roll out with a pin. The recipe for the filling is basically a meringue/boiled icing. No butter or shortening at all. Hrrrrmmm......

Then we stopped by Siciliano's, as John wanted a wee dram. And I rummaged through the cheese culture collection - which has gotten quite a lot more extensive since my last visit. There were probably a dozen options, at least. I picked up one for creme fraiche/mascarpone. For a little over $5 I think there are 5-6 envelopes in it. Heh. Kewl. I shall endeavor to make John some Tiramisu. Still contemplating a cow share if we stay put. And I'd like to have the ability to deal with excesses at need. ;-)

Time to go veg with the book till bedtime. Well, still have to fill and ice the cupcakes, but that won't take long.
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I now have a stack of paint color chips on my counter, but I am having a bit of trouble deciding which shade really says "vintage" and "Tiffany Blue" to me. My suggestion that John buy me something from Tiffany's so that I could have Home Depot just color match the box was not met with wild enthusiasm. ;-) But I may still do a mood board or two to help me out. I finally described my vision to John, involving red and white damask chair pads, milk glass, and a Vargas print or two. He's on board with the notion now, sort of.

Today I baked another batch of bread, stirred up some English muffin batter for tomorrow, and had to hold off on making cookies - John had used the rest of the Crisco and not gotten more. Thursday night, I'd made some bread, stirred up a Chocolate Bundy cake, and put it in the oven. 20 minutes later, it dawned on me that I'd forgotten to spray the pan with cooking spray. So, while that was baking, I stirred up a molasses spice cake. Sure 'nuff, the bundt stuck. So I peeled it out of the pan and into a bowl and baked the molasses cake. Maybe I'll use the cake bits for a trifle, instead. At least I had something to bring to work, since Leslie whined last week about finally working on "fun food Friday" - and nobody brought food. This week, she was about to send Janet out for doughnuts when I turned up - Molasses spice cake with cream cheese Frosting and brown sugar glaze.

The muffins are pretty much for Dad. We're meeting Mom and Dad tomorrow, so they can take Liesl for a few days. She's off school, and she'll be delighted to get more Grandma time. Plus, John won't have to juggle quite so hard to get Rori to her speech program on Monday. Getting the Audi in for an oil change and the van for new tie rods will take a bit more doing.
Spring cleaning is held up a bit from being very sore from Thursday. But I intend to start anew next week.

I also picked up a book at the Bargain Book store - Terry Pratchett's "Wintersmith." Not bad, really. Pratchett's usual blend of whimsy and clever fantasy. I'll have to get the other two books in the series for Liesl, once she gets the knack of reading down. And for whatever reason, I grabbed an issue of Mother Earth News - which I object to less when they're not really getting any money for it - as in the $1 bin. They have some good stuff. But I cannot get around their downright religious support of Climate Change(TM). Sorry, but so far, 99.5% of what has been published on the topic is out and out bad science. And they have also now climbed onto the "populationist" bandwagon - i.e. while they've not come as far out on the topic, basically favors a worldwide "one child" policy. Cause it's worked so well for China, downcha know. *head desk*

Cruising for decorating ideas did also mean cruising Tiffany's site. ;-) Now, I've made an issue in the past of not being a big jewelry fan. In fact, I only really object to "mall" jewelry. Kay's. Osterman's. Whatever. They're all the same - and I'm just not impressed. However, I lust after some of the Chocolate diamond and strawberry Pearl pieces from Le vian. Their Deco and Estate collections are pretty fab, too. Cartier makes me drool. My problem is - I haz expensive tastes. ;-)

Bedtime soon... whenever I can shift the cats off my chest.
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I have a headache, I'm vaguely cranky, waiting for my PM appts to start.

Entertain me?

Provide me with Vintage style decorating images for my mood board. Think 40's/cottage/chicago world's fair and the like.

Or stuff like this:


I wants one. Of my very own. *sigh*

Hmmm, and/or name favorite German-flavored fairy tales... Rumplestilskin, The Sleeping Beauty in the Woods, The Tinderbox.... etc. (Back to the Sooper Seekrit Project and its inevitable sequelae.)
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I scrubbed down my kitchen today. Then dumped the bucket of mud that resulted out. I was all proud of myself, then walked back in and it still didn't LOOK clean. Blerg. The walls were still all marked-up and dingy looking. So I drove to Home Depot, got a gallon of paint - and painted it.

I have several new problems. First - even with Behr's fancy new super paint, I'm going to need a second coat. Not a huge deal - I left the tape up, and there really isn't that much wall. It's pretty hard to paint over Kitchen and Bath paint - which is what I used.

Second - The ceiling is a wreck. I may crawl up there this weekend and at least lay some joint compound over the worst bits, and paint that too. I already have ceiling paint. Also need to paint the trim, but must wait until the wall cures in order to tape in to do the trim.

Third - I picked out a shade of blue that's a shade too light. It gets washed out by the green counters, green paint on the floor, etc. Plus, the floor is getting harder and harder to KEEP clean, as the finish wears off. I might just sand and paint that, too.

Fourth - in my various cleaning binges over the years - I've managed to scrub the glaze off the cabinets and the antiquing off the hardware. *sigh* Don't know what to do about that.

Of course, I have now made a clean spot in the house. Hrrrrm. I need to get the front room cleaned out in the next two weeks. Someone from the County is coming to video Rori at home. Whatevah. Before or after I will be washing down that room, too. It also needs painting. But I'm not sure what color. The trim in my house is white. And it's a very vintage 40's style layout. At some point in it's life, one bedroom was removed to make the front of the house one large room. There is one Behr palette I liked that had a deep orange-y pink for the walls, and accents in white, poinsettia red, and a pale milk-and-honey color. But I think the pink would be too much. Especially given the pale shade now in the kitchen.

I'd like to keep a vintage feel. Perhaps I should go surf some antique stores and collect magazines and make a mood boards. Wonder if there's anyway to give it a vague-ish steampunk/deco feel....
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Aggravating day - One enormous surgery, one HBC, and one stoopid person. What part of "I'd like to keep your kitty one more night, please plan on picking him up tomorrow after 9:30 AM" sounds like "Please come get your kitty at 5:30 tonight after I have punched out." Grrrrr. I hadn't gotten his meds together, hadn't pulled his IV catheter. Peoples is annoying. To add to it, I wasn't getting a lot of help. I have exactly 0 patience with "Oh, La!" back of wrist pressed to forehead "I'm pregnant, and have the vapors, I shall go lay down for a bit." Or variations thereon. Yes, I know all about morning sickness, dizziness, backache and all the rest. But dammit, I never got to sit on my ass. Especially at 8 weeks. For the love of tiny bunnies get off your bloody ass!!! *crab*

On the upside, I hit Fields' on the way home, and scored on the clearance table. Some deep aqua wool, chocolate wool, and some baby blue and baby pink bits that were very cheap and likely wool blends. Enough there for gowns for the girls, I think.

The night might be interesting. John sat and watched some of "Paranormal Activity." It tends to hit on some of both of our touchy spots were that sort of thing is concerned. So he may or may not be able to sleep tonight. And if he wakes me, I WILL kick him out of bed.

Time to finish watching Project Runway, and then go to bed. Tomorrow - maybe stir up some Challah, and definitely try to sew.
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I will come back as a worm. Maybe a weevil.... Dung beetle?

I cannot entirely control the knee-jerk evil reflex.

I am, for example, shamefully delighted by a recent development. I seriously dislike the person now in charge of doing something I didn't really want to do anyway and felt to guilty to say "no" to. Now...bye-bye guilt!! Which doesn't really say good things about me, and I should be contemplating the end result and recipients thereof... Yeah. Not so much.

And I have also discovered that one of me least-favorite clients is more tolerable since I've figured out how to needle her. She wanted a fashion accessory, rather than a dog. But is also cheap. So she went a bought a little mutt and now is all bent because it doesn't look like a yorkie. Dude. Then ya shoulda bought a Yorkie. The breeder assured her that it wouldn't get over 6 pounds. So I weigh her every time she comes in. Today: 7#, 5oz. >:-) And she wouldn't listen to me when the dog was a pup and I told her the bite was bad. Now? Train wreck. One of the canine teeth points almost straight forward and sticks out of her mouth. She wanted me to file it down. Um. NO. Pull it? Again, NO. I referred her to a veterinary dentist. She doesn't want to go "that far." (about an hour drive). Well, have fun with Snagglepuss, there, lady. Tee!

Come to the Dark Side.... its more fun.

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