lost and found

One of things I find most frustrating is not being able to find things like my camera charger. Especially when I need it.

I hunted all over the place trying to locate the darn thing.... only to realize its in the car!!   I'm wanting to list some things to sell online.

Hope to sell a collection of rubber stamps; brass templates; and a few rubber stamps purchased in Japan.  

Over the weekend, we visited open houses.    We aren't looking to sell our house any time soon.

I fell in love with a house that over looked a river.   It was absolutely beautiful.   

Each room was graced with lovely antiques.   And built in book shelves.  Which looked very nice.      

The stairs were steep, which made me wonder how in the world do they get their furniture up there... I mean without falling.    That's the only thing I would not care for...  plus the house looked as if it had movement at some time.   Cracks in the walls, settling I suppose.

Maybe the reason I really fell in love...was the decoration on the walls... style.    I don't have many pictures on my walls.  I did have at one time.    Like my mother wonders why I don't have  one of my dad.     My excuse?   He's not around anymore.  He was killed in an automobile accident in 1997.   And at times, I still feel somewhat uncomfortable to have his picture staring at me.   .... And I'll admit.... when I recall a memory.... my eyes puddle up.   The pain of that tragic event... has left.    I want to remember only the good times.   ....   I'm just not comfortable to have a picture displayed.  

My husbands' paintings are hung in our office.   We spend a great deal of time on the computer.   And with the hot, unbearable days.... I find myself absorbed in watching shows on television.   I would rather be outside... gathering and pulling weeds that have choked plants.  Or riding our bikes.   But who can stand this heat!   I certainly cannot. "(

 

 

Whatcha buildin' there daughter?

Every time I'd go into the kitchen, dad would lean from his easy chair and ask, "whatcha buildin' there daughter?"   "Well, at the moment nothing...why?"  "Oh, just wonderin'."    "Building" to my dad meant, what are you making, or what kind of sandwich are you having...that sort of thing.   My memories include me whipping up a batch of cookies~preferably oatmeal chocolate chip, or on rare occasions snickerdoodles.   When I was much younger I had my very own Easy Bake Oven...wow, those were the days lil' chocolate cakes, brownies, yellow cake,...I never did make the pretzels.  hmmm.. wonder why.  Oh well.. anyway it seemed as soon as one of the lil' cakes was still hot out of the oven, my brother would sneak a piece..huh, excuse me?! The whole cake!  I don't remember getting to taste any of my creations...well not all of them.  Gradually, I would ask mom if I could help her mix up a cake, or cut homemade noodles..what fun!  I loved watching her perfectly cutting out each row of noodles.   She made cooking look so easy.    This moment of "memory" came to mind..cause I really need to get my behind off of this desk chair and into the kitchen to make some dinner...gosh, time flies...I was just watching a movie, that we rented from Netflix...love this.   If you don't have Netflix you ought too.  No need to look from hundreds at the local video store...or having to take them back...ugh...not my kind of thing to do.   And I can't watch movies without having a bag of popcorn~kettle corn being my fave.  Yummmy... then, well...I drank the last of the diet 7-up...now there's nothing to drink...except water.  OK there's tea, but its still in their little bags.  
.....>>>>> like I said before<<<<<  I've got to get in that kitchen and make dinner....wheeeeeee.... :O)