I know this entry will read as yesterday, but I am baking it ahead of time and will publish for tomorrow - for November 17, as I will be busy helping Miles at the school where he is providing art workshops with the Gifted students in the district. I want to be available for him - I know he is a bit anxious.
Ok - some of my elements and papers are ... hmmm... a bit unusual? I am continuously experimenting - I hope you can find a way to use them. Please tell me what you like and don't - this way I can know what direction to go in. I love a challenge so let me know if you have a request.
I survived today. If you had asked me if I would make it safe and sound through this day at about 10 a.m. I would have not been able to assure you I would. It was a comedy of errors right from the start. Our landlords, the nicest people in the universe, told us earlier in the week that they would be RV-ing for a few days, leaving this morning. So this morning after Miles went to school I got a knock on the door and Mrs (I don't know if they would like their name broadcast so I won't say) says that they are about ready to go. I wished her a very nice time and came back to my blog.
I am still in my jammie bottoms, a sweater top, fuzzer purple slippers and have 'racoon' mascara eyes, and I am 'ablogging away. I get another knock on the door, this time from the outside entrance. Well, lookie here, its Mrs. AGAIN - telling me that Mr. is ready to go now. They are taking two vehicles, she's driving ahead in the truck, he following in the RV. I wish her a very nice trip all over again, really moved that she needed to say goodbye twice. We do feel like we are their adopted kids at times... so of course I give her a BIG hug too. She leaves.
Blog, blog, blog - RAP, RAP, RAP! Who can it be? Its MR! He says... I really want to leave now "COULD YOU PLEASE MOVE YOUR CAR FROM IN FRONT OF THE RV?"
He, he... oops! Wouldn't you know this morning Miles, not knowing, decided to walk to school for a change? So the car sits in front of the RV. No problemo - I grab my keys and scurry out to the car, pulling up short realizing we have the courtesy car as our van is at the mechanics getting repairs... and Miles has the only set of keys... oops x2...
I OFFER to get dressed and run down to the school, but Mr. refuses (gotta blow off some steam bout the situation by now, I am sure!) and he leaves. I phone Miles at school, interupting him, a no-no - he assures me he will anticipate Mr.'s arrival and will give him the keys. Ouchie, I feel SO bad... blog, blog, blog...
Ring, Ring - the phone - its Miles telling me... you got it - he gave Mr. the WRONG KEY! LOL Well, luckily the principal of the school happened to be present and willing to run the key up for me. Thank Goodness! Mr. arrives shortly to find me backing the car out. He's got a good slick of sweat on his head and he's in a panic thinking about poor Mrs. who's probably frantic with worry at the border - because thats where they were headed was across the U.S. border...
I did tell him they can kick us out when they get back ;) - maybe they won't come home! Its too stressful!
The rest of the day was thankfully uneventful.
More oxymorons for you:
baby grand (piano)
better than new
bingeing in moderation
Black Gold(slang for crude oil)
books on tape
boring court jester
BARB'S HANDY TIP #127
Dig a Hole
Remember when you were a kid and you were told that if you dug a hole all the way through the earth that you would end up in China? Well isn't that just silly? Not EVERYONE would end up in China - so just where WOULD you end up? Wanna know? (unfortunately it only lists for the U.S.)