Sunday, June 21, 2015

So This Happened

Much joy has been spread around my world of late--  I feel really blessed to be part of our great, big, amazing family.

We had not one for FOUR graduations... My oldest nephew earned his Master's Degree from Clemson, my youngest nephew graduated from high school, my niece earned her Bachelor's Degree from Ohio State and we officially have our first Doctor in the family, also from OSU!

These two pretties participated in graduation at 
The Ohio State University.

This "Roll With It" Quilt was a graduation gift 
for the Bachelor's Degree niece.

A couple of very sweet and very tiny kittens--
Olive and Scout, joined Godson's family.  

And these two cuties-- my great-nieces
celebrated their 4th and 5th birthdays together!

And today I'm remembering my dad who passed away nearly 22 years ago.  And I'm remembering my step-dad who passed 3 1/2 years ago.  Both great men who live on in our hearts always.

My dad with our new Doctor of Veterinary Medicine.

Happy Father's Day to all the dads out there!

How's your Sunday?

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Friday, June 5, 2015

A Vacuum Cleaner Beating

It all started innocently enough--  Vacuum the house and then go for a much-needed walk on a warm Southern California day.  It's feels (and looks) like about a decade since I worked out and I figured the combo of vacuuming and walking was a good place to start and would count as weight training and cardio (That's only a little stretch of the imagination, right?).

But half way through the living room chore my trusty vacuum started wheezing-- just a little at first, but than it worked itself up into a high pitched screech that had the neighbor's dog wailing. 

I fussed and fiddle with the machine trying to make things right, but couldn't identify where the noise was actually coming from-- Not the hose, the bag or any one specific place.  Screaming at me, it was as if the entire vacuum was either in shock that I was dragging it around cleaning... Or it was on it's last leg.

Dang.  I really like this vacuum too.

Since the vacuum was still picking up dust, I kept pushing it along, praying the noise would stop, and cleaning from one room to the next, until the exhausting and nerve-wracking job was finally finished. 

By this time, I knew I had to take the machine in for repair and was giving myself a good talking to because I couldn't identify the source of the noise-- Translation:  Not paying attention when I pulled the plug out from the wall while at the same time stepping on the button that retracts the cord and winds it up inside the machine all nice and neat.

Well... like I said, it's been a while since I was the one doing the vacuuming around here and I'd forgotten about the crazy cord rewind.

Note to self:  Do not bend over, thereby putting your face too close to the machine when the cord is whipping towards you at the speed of light.

Faster than you can say "Mike Dyson", the plug and my face-- specifically my lip-- collided in a rather uncomfortable smack, just barely avoiding chipping a tooth, but definitely doing significant damage to my bottom lip.

Let's just say much blood followed and by the end of the day I looked like I'd gone a few rounds with an able-bodies contender.

But it was only the vacuum who beat me up-- The vacuum that was repaired waaay before my lip healed.  The vacuum that didn't dare wheeze or screech while I still had a fat lip.  The vacuum that taught me a valuable lesson-- not the least of which was that from now on, I'm letting someone else do the cleaning around here!

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Gosh, I can't believe how long it's been since my last post!  All's well, I've just been really busy.  I have lots to share and promise to be back soon.

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