Friday, October 31, 2008
Hope everyone is having a great Halloween!
Trick-or-treat for our area was last night. Yeah, I know, it's weird to have trick-or-treat on a night that is not Halloween. At least, it's weird to me. When we lived in the south, trick-or-treat started just before dark on Halloween and lasted until 9 or 10. When we moved here, we were surprised to find that trick-or-treat was rarely on Halloween. Different communities hold it at different times, on whatever date they choose.
I'd also never heard of trick-or-treat being limited to a certain amount of time. Most areas near us limit it to about an hour.
We do, however, get to have a Halloween parade, something I'd never seen until I moved to Ohio.
Our area, in particular, is amazing during trick-or-treat. It's like something from an afternoon tv special, or Halloween Town. Kids of all ages, and many of the adults, dress up. The streets are packed with fairy princesses, assorted animals, ghosties, ghoulies, and long leggedy beasties. People sit outside to pass out candy. Everyone is nice. No one is vandalizing anything, or throwing things, or taking candy from the little kids. (Unlike the city, where we actually left the parade because of a gang of thugs wreaking havoc and throwing things, cussing, etc.)
Satan and I dressed up and walked with Little Sis. Big Sis took off with her friends to attempt to beg candy, even though they should've given it up years ago. lol She and her GF were mobsters. Little Sis was a witch, I was death, and Satan was an awesome pirate (eat your heart out, Depp). Our costumes got a lot of compliments, and several people even took pics of us. Little Sis took one of her chihuahuas, dressed in a matching witch costume, and got extra candy because they looked so cute.
The most amazing thing about dressing up for Halloween in full makeup is that no one knew who I was. People I have known for years looked right at me and didn't recognize me. I guess I looked pretty scary, too. At least I knew why people were staring, for a change. I really wish I could dress like that every day.
What is Halloween like in your area?
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
I am, however, starting to feel the holidays approaching. Maybe you think it's weird, or maybe you can feel it, too. Halloween is just a couple of days away, then Thanksgiving, and before you know it, Christmas and the new year.
I've always thought Christmas comes too early in the winter. Wouldn't it be nice if Christmas came in late Jan. or even late Feb.? I'd have all those cold, housebound months to get gifts made and shopping done. *sigh* Oh, well, since no one bothered to consult me before putting the calendar together...
Satan (hubby) is planning to make some wooden toys for the grandkids, and I'll make them a few rag dolls. I'd like to make a few more quilted checkerboards this year, as well. But before Thanksgiving, I need to get some more stockings made (to hang by the chimney with care). We usually put up our Christmas decorations and tree Thanksgiving weekend.
Little Sis plans to make hats and scarves for everyone with her little knitting hoop thingie. I've never used it, but she turns out some gorgeous creations.
What sort of handmade goodies and gifts will you be making this year?
Sunday, October 19, 2008
I guess everyone needs a hottie list, right? lol While compiling this list, I realized something: I have a thing for guys that can wear eyeliner, poofy pirate shirts, tight leather pants, boots, and medieval clothing. I'd intended to list the top 10, but by the time I got the first five, I needed a cold shower.
5. Jeff Goldblum. Tall, dark, and handsome, talks like Jimmy Stewart, walks like John Wayne.
4.David Bowie. Labyrinth. How tight were those pants??
3. Adam Ant. Oh holy Ant Music!! Could he be any more smokin' hot? He is the reason MTV was so popular, back when they actually showed music videos. And my secret is that I still sort of have an Ant-obsession.
2.Johnny Depp. Duh. I do wish he'd stop stalking hubby for hairstyle ideas, though. That blond streak from Sweeney Todd? DH had that when we got married. Just google Johnny Depp and you'll see DH's hairstyles over the years, and he always had them before Depp did.
1. My Hubby aka Satan (long story on the nickname). He's a little bit of all the hot guys I've ever seen or known, all rolled into one. And yet, he's completely different from anyone I've ever met. An enigma, no? Poofy pirate shirts, tight leather pants, eyeliner, he's done it all and pulled it off quite well. He's intelligent, well-read, romantic, sensitive, talented, and hot hot hot....and taken. Very very taken. ;)
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
The light fixtures were old and only half of each one worked. The mirror, which was enormous, was losing the paint from the back, so it had big spots all along the edges. To replace a mirror that size would cost a bloody fortune.
After the most recent paint job. You can see we put up new light fixtures (well, DH did), I installed the new flooring, DH put in the woodwork around the tub after I coated it with marine grade polyurethane.
Instead of trying to replace the old mirror, we put a lovely wood trim along the edges. This framed the mirror, as well as covered the splotches where the reflective paint had worn off. We also replaced the faucets on both sinks.
Now, for the most recent paint job. I started with a light green, which turned out to be neon. Glow in the dark. Ick. I painted over that with a better shade of green, which also turned out just to be too green for the room. I decided to mute that color a bit by color washing over it, and this is what I ended up with. You can also see some of the detail (oak leaves and acorns) in the wood trim around the mirror.
The pic below was taken with additional natural lighting, so the color looks a little different than the one above.
The two under sink cabinets got a crackle finish. It's sort of rustic (read: crappy), but I like it. The groovy boomerang counter top, well, I wanted to replace that, but decided to keep it since it's original to the house and in good shape.
I think this room was the one with the most dramatic transformation. It's so comfy now, and when I look at the 'before' pics, I shudder. No wonder so many people ran screaming from this place when it was on the market. lol
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
I started blogging at Big Sis' suggestion. See, I have a tendency to rant about stuff, and one day, in mid-rant, she just looks at me and says, "Mom, you need a blog." I think that was code for: "I'm tired of hearing you bitch so go tell someone who cares." *rolls eyes*
I have been asked why I don't talk more about my sons. I suppose it's a reasonable question in a blog world where people tell all and post pics of their most intimate moments. However, I try to respect their (my sons') privacy. They are both grown. One is in the military, and one has a family. I am proud of them and dearly love them both, as well as my dear daughter-in-law (beautiful and intelligent - what a combo!) and my adorable grandbabies. I won't say much else because I know how much I hate for people to blab my business, let alone post it for the world to see.
Lately, I hesitate to put too much personal info online, anyway. There seems to be an abundance of morons with too much time on their hands, setting up 'anti' sites for various blogs and stalking bloggers. At least one blog I know of has gone invitation only thanks to the moron parade coming thru, both virtual and in person. I seriously do not understand what kind of person has the time and energy to devote to building an anti site. I can guarantee that sort of person doesn't farm or homestead, or probably even garden. Can you just picture the anti-countrywife website? Maybe they'd rant about the dangers of home chainsaw use. lol
I've discovered that I enjoy blogging. I really didn't think I would, and I never thought anyone would be interested in my inane ramblings. However, I have met a lot of nice people via my blog, learned a lot, and maybe even been helpful to someone else.
I guess I'll keep on bloggin'. ;)
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
If you're a regular reader, then you know that I lived in the country before. Ok, it was a loooong time ago; I was just a kid. We had only a kitchen sink as far as indoor plumbing. I hated it. I swore I'd never live in the country again. And yet, here I am, but with full indoor plumbing.
For some reason, DH and I always pictured ourselves in a secluded cabin in the woods. It just suits us. We tried city life. I'd always wanted a Victorian home, so DH bought one for my birthday. Ok, not a turreted Victorian, but still, it was an Arts and Crafts era home, which could be considered late Victorian. I loved it, and it showed. By the time we were done rehabbing, it was perfect, other than the fact that it was smack in the middle of what was rapidly becoming CrackTown.
Our search for the perfect country home took, literally, years. We finally settled here, a place that most people ran screaming from, because we knew it just needed a little love. Oh, and a lot of money, but that epiphany came too late. Remember that movie, "The Money Pit"? Yep. That bad.
I'm not sure what most people are looking for when they google 'when city people move to the country'. Maybe they want to know why we left the convenience of drive by shootings and door to door sales? Maybe they want to know how we can stand the quiet, or the noisy bugs/frogs/birds, or the smell of cow poo? Or maybe, like so many of us, they want to get away from the insanity and find peace in the woods. If you found my blog via a google search of 'city people move to the country' or something similar, leave a comment and let me know.
Our country lifestyle is a bit different than the average farmer. We don't own a tractor. I don't think I really even want one. I enjoy doing things by hand and it keeps me in shape. Sure, there are days I think I'd sell my soul for a four wheeler to haul wood, but then I remember DH already owns my soul, so that doesn't leave anything to trade. lol
I've mentioned before that country life isn't for everyone. Don't move to the country if you are afraid of the dark and think that the entire neighborhood needs to be lit by your mega watt security light on a 50 ft pole. Don't move to the country if you are afraid of animals or don't like animal smells. I could go on and on. I actually know people that moved to the country, but didn't like all the noise the frogs in their little pond were making, so they had them exterminated. Sheesh.
I'd planned to list all of the ways that we have changed since moving to the country, but as I typed, I realized that not everyone will live the same way. I have neighbors with far more acreage but less time to spend outside. Living in the country is different for everyone, just like living in the city.
I can tell you that we are stronger, physically, than ever before, thanks to our lifestyle. We are healthier...and happier. We are more complete, spiritually.
To those google hits, I hope this has helped, and I hope you find your place, be it city or country.
Monday, October 6, 2008
Some of this is from our garden, and some from a friend's garden. She was sick of canning and had plenty left over. Not a bad trade for a few dozen eggs, huh? lol
The apples aren't very pretty, but there are plenty of them, and plenty more still on the tree. The peeling and cutting up is kind of tedious, but I'm sure we'll appreciate it when we have hot apple pie in the middle of a snowstorm. ;) I've already made a batch of applesauce - my very first!
Today I'll put up the tomatoes, and possibly get a start on the crabapple jelly. I'd better get busy!!!