The cleanse starts today...yuck.

Ok I know I'm a big baby, but I hate drinking stuff that I THINK might be gross. I start my cleanse today for my colonoscopy tomorrow. Isn't there an easier way?? I'm mixing the nasty powder with strawberry guava water. It's carbonated and I don't drink pop, so I hope I can down this stuff. I didn't really want to drink anything that I really like because I'm afraid I won't ever want to drink it again!

I just drank (is drank a real word??) a bottle of that nasty stuff. Not good. >keep the end (no pun intended) in mind, Kathy< Only three more bottles to go, in an hour and 40 minutes..OIY!

~Dinna with the Sib's~

These are four of my six siblings. We got together for dinner at Timbermine last week. From left to right, we are youngest to oldest- DeeDee, Greg (he only LOOKs cranky) me, Grant, Debbie. The two siblings who are missing between Grant and Deb are (only child) Judy, and Gordy (he lives in Norfolk). It was so much fun! I have very funny brothers and sisters!

So yesterday I decided to take advantage of the beautiful weather and give my little "yard" some much needed TLC. I raked out weeds, pieces of plastic planter, a sacrament program, a receipt, a spent bottle rocket and all manner of decay. It almost looks like I DID something out there. I chopped down things that looked dead, but probably are just in their dorment season. Lot's of stuff that was way overgrown and just annoying me. I pulled weeds. Lots and lots of weeds. I like pulling weeds, it's theraputic. In fact I'll bet that some of the weeds I pulled weren't even weeds...but it felt good anyway! My landlord gave me full rein over my area, so I'm pretty sure he won't object to anything I've done. He even gave me a key to his shed and told me I could borrow anything out there that I wanted. The person who "landscaped" before me must have gone to the nursery and bought some of everything in the ground cover dept., as well as every kind of lava rock, bark, stone, brick edging, and planter. There is no rhyme or reason to what is out there. Kinda funny, but I feel like posting a sign that reads "I didn't landscape this place". Aside from the spider dangling from my hair, the dried lavender down my sweaty butt crack, and not enough room in the garbage can to put all my clippings, I loved my time working out there!

It's been too long since I've blogged and I love blogging. It's such a great outlet for me. A lot has happened this past year. Ok, that may be an understatement. I am just getting interested in being creative again. Wow! it's been over a year since I've had that desire. The last time I had the desire to do home decorating was the day I got the news about my dad. The idea of decorating just didn't seem important anymore. But time heals most wounds, and I've decided that beauty in all forms is important in this life. Today I'm going out to pull weeds and assess what needs to be done in my little patch of earth. I'll let you know how that goes. Later gator!

I will blog and catch you up on my life. I promise I will!

Confessions of a Pack Rat

I never really considered myself a pack rat. Not to be confused with the Rat Pack..you know, Frank, Sammy and Dean. I may be a little bit of a saver, for creative purposes only, mind you. But having to get ready for the carpet to come (see previous post) really opened my eyes to what a little piggy I am! I had to clean out the bottom of my hall cupboard, where the carpet would be laid. Here is a PARTIAL list of the stuff that came out of the bottom area:

* Nine used calendars dating back to 1997. '98, '01, '05, are missing. Why I saved them and why those three years are missing, I Have no clue!

* Hand made baby blankets for each of my babies. Time to give those up to my babies who are grown and having babies of their own.

* A bag full of plastic easter eggs

* A bag full of little black leprechaun pots

* A bag full of plastic lei's

* Table cloths that don't fit any table I own

* A silver platter (that I'm sure I will need when the queen comes for dinner)

* An assortment of partially burned candles, in a variety of shapes, colors, scents, and sizes

* A gallon size ziplock bag of rocks..yes I said rocks. Not fancy rocks. More like pea gravel.

* A 3 ring binder with all the information pertaining to the purchase, then sale, of our first home.

* A box of art supplies

* A giftbag full of 50th birthday gag gifts (not MY 50th, I'M not 50 yet)

* A ziplock bag of dried potpouri in cinnamon/christmas pine scent

* A large container of assorted dried gourds



Keep in mind that this is just a partial list. Oh yes my friend, there is more _ _ _ _ that I took out of the cupboard and threw away or gave to the DI. Also, this isn't shelves and shelves worth of stuff. This is the bottom area only.

I need to have a yard sale for all this stuff.... And my head examined. I'm sure Sigmund Freud would have plenty to say about this neurosis of mine. But I think a much funnier man, George Carlin, said it best: The meaning of life is 'Trying to find a place for your STUFF'.
Anyone want some stuff?

Entering Re-hab Soon!

I have recently discovered the delicious addictiveness of my drug of choice, Facebook. It's a wonderful way to connect with old friends and loved ones that you wouldn't take the time to pick up your cell phone and invest a whole conversation with, mixed with a little bit of voyeuristic pleasure. Adding 'friends' is also a way to pump up your pseudo popularity, and who doesn't need an ego boost like that? That being said, I have learned things (for good or bad) that I probably never would have known about had I not jumped on the FB bandwagon. I may need to enter rehab for this new-found addiction, but for now, I'm off to score some flair!