Twesday Toy-let Tawk..

I've got to post in between my thoughts while in the Lady's room..

Anyway, another day..another stall..another thought.

We have a new toilet in the 3rd stall by the wall..and it really flushes! Like..SWOOOOSH..

 

{not our actual stalls}

Which as is really good thing 'cos for a while we had to do the whole "hold-the-handle-down-jiggle-the-flusher" thingy..

{not the actual 3rd stall seat..}

And some people get anxious waiting..waiting..so the leave...

..and when one "drops the kids off at the pool" so-to-speak..one should really stay long enough to say good-bye..or at least to see that they've gone...gone..g.o.n.e. Geesh..

 

{not our actual employees}

 



Anyway..I'm off track.  So I'm enjoying the new potty, not only for it's tremendous swooshing-power, but because it's a little higher ..and I can swing my feet.  Doesn't take much I guess, huh?

{not me..but totally cute, right??}

So, while sitting and swinging..I look up at the only window in the room, in stall 3.. at the end of the wall..

And I think..."If  I need to escape, I can probably fit through the window..maybe.  It is a little high..and looks to be.. thick..

"So what do they use to break the window to escape the murderer" I asks me-self..

Looking around all I see is the toilet brush..to thin..then the icky-plunger-thingy..not strong enough.

Hmmmm..I think I may have to use the tank top..not like a tank top  from the 80's, silly.  The top of the  tank thingy..strong..cold..ceramic???

OK..I may have to think this one out a bit further.

In the meantime, I must work on being "bathroom-window-escape" size..

Wish me luck.

XXOO
me

PS..this has nothing to do with this blog, but I  kinda like it..wonder .."is it available on Kindle??"

Bathroom thoughts..by Me

So, that title is probably misleading..but not really.  As I ..um..think in the "library", I have some very random thoughts... {surprise, surprise right?}

So, you know how in the movies where the bad guys are looking for people in the bathrooms, they look  for feet on the floor, so the good guy stands on the toilet rim and hides? Successfully?

Yeah, well probably not so much for me.  If ever I had to hide in the bathroom, if I stood on the rim, I'd have to hunch over..and I'm not all that tall.

Then..I am as wide as the door {insert sad sad face here} so I'd not only have to stoop, but turn sideways so they couldn't see me in the spaces on the either side of the door..

And I am also clumsy..so I imagine that may be a bit noisy if I was to do "bathroom acrobatics" ..

Well..I guess the bad guys would win and I'd be a goner....When they stopped laughing..

-me

..and now for some GOOD NEWS!!

Sister Gerri of the Arizona Order of the SullivanSisters {a non-religious order of "sisters"} is getting married..you heard right..married!

After a long lifetime of not finding "Mr. Right"..she finally found him and his last name is not "Right" at all but "Riley"..{ the Mr. is the same though...}

Ah yes..a fine Irish name..and a fine find for Gerri who but almost gave up on the idea of finding him, when all the time, he was in her very neighborhood..

His wife had passed, Gerri had moved back from Arivaca after our brother passed..and it was just in the stars..to meet again after actually being neighbors a long time ago {the kind of neighbors where you have the same horse shoe-er (farrier) and a tip of the hat as one passed on the street}

Well, a few BBQ's and early morning horse rides later, he asked her for her hand in marriage...

Pretty amazing..he's in the "just-past-prime" of his life..a young 75..and she's an amazingly young 68.

{as if any of the Order of the SullivanSisters ever acted their ages!!}

 we were "X-treme" midgets for sure...

Ella was a great referee..

Second chances..new chapters..great book..fun read!

So, Mr. B and I are going on a road trip to the wedding, being held in his back yard, with family & friends & horses & dogs & Irish food..and of course, Irish drinks..what would you expect when the date of the wedding is St. Patrick's Day!?

As the youngest of the SullivanSisters..a little fact that I remind them of almost daily, it does my heart good to know she will be spending the rest of her life with one she loves and he with his love..and they will ride in the mornings as long as the good Lord sees fit..and their legacy of  "dreams do come true..in time" will resonate with their combined children and grandchildren.

Ain't life GRAND??

xoxo

I'm thinking...

In my opinion, Joan Crawford was wrong.

Wire hangers DO have their place.  I love my wire hangers and use them for good...not evil.  Like opening a locked car door {if the car is mine..uh huh..} and fishing out wadded up TP before the "great flood"...bending for cute paper mache animals..and hanging clothes.

Explanation:

We live in an old-er home..and I say old-er because it was born { built } the same time I was.  And people must not have had very many clothes then...I know I didn't....and/or they must have been shorter..again, as was I.

Take the closets...small...not deep..not wide..one shelf above the wooden rod.  Not even enough room to "re-do".

And, I'm pretty sure Joan didn't have plastic hangers, so I'm thinking she was thinking "wood" but I think I can't really say with any certainty what she was thinking..I think, don't you?

I mean, of course you "think" ..but about the wood/plastic hanger debate thingy?

Anyway, you put a few of those thick, plastic hangers or the really-nice-but-wooden ones in ..and well everything else is totally smooched.

And... I have heard that your hanging clothes need to "breathe"..although I find that rather creepy.  I can just see my nice t-shirt huffing and puffing as I put it on..ick..

So, just wanted to give a little nod to the much-maligned wire hanger.

That's all.

XXOO

...an elephant in a rain coat.....you're welcome

Seriously.   I received 2 emails from 2 very far apart places, from 2 people who don't know each other..but both know me. 

Both of them inquiring on my state of well being.  Both sweeties who were concerned because they have noticed my absence from any communications for almost a year. What are the odds?  

And am I lucky or what?  To have wonderful "friends" from all over not only thinking about me but taking time out of their very busy lives to ask about mine?

Youbetcha!

So, yeah..lots of things..some good..some not so good..mostly good..some super good..some crummy..but mostly good..

Way too much to get into one post..so just so you know..I'm back.

Maybe not as often as before {darn Pinterest and FaceBook!}..but back.

So..have a fun week-end and get some rest and eat your veggies, floss, brush & wash and,  know that I love and appreciate each & every one of you!

XXOO



Didn't know if you knew this, but...

..the Universe sends me messages.  Well, actually, the Universe sends everyone messages, but mine come by email.

Because sometimes, when they use the normal way of communicating, I don't hear..or listen..or take the time.

So, being that the Universe is really totally smart, the Universe decided that since I practically live on the computer..well, not so much "on" as in on-top-of, but as in work and work and Pinterest, and Facebook and did I mention work? ..that the best way to get to me is via email.

So, today I get this:

As you know, Colleen, for those already within time and space, their lives are usually all about finding love and making money.

Yet not so long ago, while awaiting their first turn, Colleen, breathing would have been enough.

So much air, so little time .
    The Universe

Yep...so much air..and time is, well, very valuable for us all. 

I have decided to take a hiatus from blogging for a while..to breathe..to rest my eyes..and to enjoy Spring.  and maybe summer as well..

So, I am leaving you with this update:

1. My blue-uglies have been corralled once again and are pouting in the corner of my mind.  I will leave them there to think about their behavior and act like grown-ups.

2. I have secured employment, albeit possible temporary, and all is good.  Benefits have transferred over and the cut in pay is doable.  And I like the new place.  I am working half time at the old while their transition takes place and half time and a "sister" company until I am able to give them full time.

3. Gracie (our trailer) has been reduced to her bare frame..well..almost.  Mr. B admitted she is probably going to be more work that previously thought.  However, we both agree she's totally worth it.

4. Daughter graduates with her Masters on May 5th on Colorado - this is the one who didn't even go back to school until her first was in college and all the time held a full time job and had 2 other children still at home.  To say I am proud is a massive understatement..

5. I admittedly enjoy Pinterest..it's like a magazine that I don;t have to think too much about or read all the articles..so you will see me there often.  It's my guilty-non-thinking-mind-numbing pleasure.

I love you guys.  I really do,  And I will be keeping up on you and sneaking around your blogs..may not comment, but know I will be there..
..and I will leave you with something I found on Pinterest and thought..

"Boy, have they got me pegged.."...

Oh, I mean this one...

I'll be seeing you.  I'll be back.  I thank you all for caring and..

I love you.

-me

I apologize..

I've been gone a while..no notice..no reason..no word.  And not even a note to those who've expressed concern..and that's just plain bad form.  I apologize.

Seems I've been caught up in:

1. Clinical depression.  Yep, my family is prone to this..but this is the longest I can remember having the "blue uglies"..I've really not been the same since my brother's death..never thought it would happen, I guess.  All that Irish humor and heart..

2.  Mr. B and I purchased a 1958 vintage Santa Fe travel trailer that we {he} is restoring..oh, I'll make pretties, but he's doing all the gutting and remodeling..yay us!

3.  I, at the age of 62.5, will be job hunting as we are being laid off in 53 days..awesome..as in crappy..

4. Have had vein surgery in both legs so hopefully, no more pain..yay me! {if you are thinking about doing this and they tell you it's not worse than getting a tooth pulled..tell them they need another dentist.  I have a high threshold of pain and it was not nice..but it will be :-)

5. Have missed a month of Zumba {see #4} so that could be in part the reason for #1..

6.  Have pretty much lost interest in my crafting, blogging, TV watching and visiting..but still love Pinterest.  {all those "pins" I will never do..but,  if I do..then I'll know where I put them..}

7.  Have had cravings for drinks and desserts...but I don't drink. soooooo...

8.  Sushi died.  I said a little prayer for his next journey and..flushed.

9. I've missed you all terribly and am ashamed at myself for not getting back with you . 

I apologize.

ps...I will be documenting the trailer re-do soon..and she has a name...Gracie..after our first hummers..

ThingsI have heard this week..

..but may wish I had not:

1. "Next, she goes into weapons training!"

2. "Have you retired?"

3. "Hafta get up for work..again.."

4. "Most of the time, I feel like I'm still 25 - maybe that's when my "life-as-I-knew-it" stopped..."

So, #1.  Ella, that little hummingbird of a child..is in karate..breaking boards with those little tiny hands and feet..and she was chosen to go into a program where, you guessed it, have weapons..numb chucks (?) and bows (not for the hair if I understand correctly)..

{what do you do with the boards you jsut broke..when your Daddy is an Engineer? You build your house!}
What's next - target practice?  Well, she is a Jersey Girl..

#2. When I went in to get my new glasses {wow - those are really a ..um..departure for you, aren't they?!} she looked across the room and asked to the air I guess, "Have you retired?" ..I turned around to see who she was speaking to. Um...me?  Are you kidding me?
 Yep. The store was empty... except she and I..

..and yes, I got new "Geek-Chic" black glasses..and I love them..even at MY AGE..hurumph..

#3.  No, this really doesn't go along with the retired-thing as seen above..but I had to work on Saturday..which, in all fairness, is only asked of me a couple of times a year.  Exactly 2 times too many.  I don't do Saturdays..I can't function for 6 days ..in..a..row. So I groused and grumbled and whined and frowned..but I got overtime..which allowed me to get me a ...

Kindle Fire! Yay!  

Still hated working though...

They should have just given me a Kindle Fire for not stabbing any of my co-workers with a fork..

#4. So when Mr. B and  me  were discussing #2 above, he tried {key word is "tried"} to make me feel better about how I was feeling..saying I didn't feel like I was a old {chronologically} as I really am..went on to say the whole 25-year-old-thing..until I reminded him that we met when he was 25..

"Oh" say he, "I meant..that's when my life...began?"

Oh yeah..it's been a week...


-me

so, yeah, I've been gone a while...

..but I have a good excuse..depression.

No, not me, silly!

Sushi.

Yeppers, I was dealing with a sever case of fishy-depression..

He was sad..listless..lazy..lonely in the kitchen..on the stove..quiet...

Oh wait..he's always quiet.

So, I did what any "WOW" would do..{that's Wise Older Woman..}..

I Googled...depressed beta fish.

And, yes, there is a whole world of depressed betas out there.

and I had one.

huh..soooo..

Prozac? Paxil?

nope.

good..finding teeny-weeny little pills would be time consuming..

the answer?

warmer water.

 and more of it. a bigger tank ..   home..

So, all is well at the "B" household tonight. Sushi loves Mommy..Mommy loves Sushi..

hope all is well within yours..

-me

I'm sorry..

I was going to actually write to you all tonight..but I just heard about the creep { I can't even write his name} the husband of missing Utah woman, Susan Powell, who all feel he killed... killed his 2 young boys while on a supervised visit..he died too, which ..well..

I can't even think of being funny, or stupid, or ..all I can do is feel sick.  And so sad for the grandparents, the social worker who the creep locked out of the house right before he blew up the house..

So, now her parents have lost their daughter..the grandsons they had temporary custody of..and 2 beautiful, darling boys have lost their lives..

May he rot in hell..

Please know I am fine. My issues are so..so incredibly insignificant..I am just stunned, confused..and ...sad.

Please send up your prayers, your love and support to Susan's parents..the the social worker,,,and lift those 2 precious babies up to heaven..

-me