Heavy On the Booze And Go To Bed

Right now I am brain dead. I am getting so sick. It started coming on early this afternoon.

The nose started running. The sneezing started.

I never sneeze unless I am dusting the furniture. I avoid dusting at all costs unless I have company coming. Because really, dust is a protective covering for furniture and ya gotta take care of your investment.

Or else I am coming down with something. I usually just don't sneeze.

Well this afternoon. I had a sneeze. I didn't think too much of it. I was on my way to the flu shot clinic and trying to find my way. Spousal Unit gave me directions coming from a different direction than where I was and I needed to translate them in reverse. Normally I can do the translations.

Later I was sneezing and sneezing. And my head was filling up. Snot city. I love that visual.

I needed to get to the flu clinic or else I would lose out on getting the shot. Most people here can get the Mist. Me, because I am an old fart, can only get the shot. But the window of opportunity for the shots is very narrow and I do not ever want to get the flu again.

Anyway, it is now early evening, I have had my dinner, I feel like crap, I was successful... I got the shot, and I think the best thing to do is make myself a Hot Toddy. Heavy on the booze and go to bed.

Bits and Bytes

I am going to Belgium tomorrow. At 0 Dark Thirty. ( That means I am getting up at 3:oo to leave here at 4:00 to meet at 5:00 AM in the morning.)

A gal I met online to buy a freezer is going to accompany me to a Flea market. I bought her freezer, her crockpot, some of her plants. Yesterday through the local online yard sale site I bought her 220 volt paper shredder.

One of the plants I bought.

Today I requested to buy her planters. She mentioned in a reply post that she wanted to do one last Flea Market shop in Belgium. This Flea Market is awesome. She got a crazy thought that maybe I might want to go to the Flea Market. Well DUH.

Who woulda thunk that I would have met up with someone so soon to be a shopping buddy. Major tears. She is leaving. This could have been a match made in heaven. Sorry Spousal Unit, us girls gotta stick together, when it comes to shopping. Love you anyway. Kiss, kiss.

Today Spousal Unit and I went out to pick up the Komode. (Piece of furniture that will hold the phone and hide all the other stuff.) It comes in a box and you get to build it. Not IKEA quality. But functional. He does an awesome job, doesn't he????

I also bought some plants for landscaping the side of the house. Most of these are perennials so I won't have to buy them again.

My best buy of the week, I think is my new watering can. $1.25. It shows a little wear and tear but just the size I want. I love thrift shops.

Oh yeah. The curtains fell down again.

I'm Just Glad That She Didn't Leave Us A Gift

I really like living in my village. Surprises abound.

The other morning as I was coming down the stairs I saw I had a visitor. Well hello there. I had a cow at my front door. I dashed to get the camera. She must have been a little shy because she moved on and I wasn't able get a picture of the door with the cow's nose pressed up on it.

I was able to run out and get the cow behind the rental car.

And more of the cow behind of the rental car. She decided to check out the back yard and peek in on the neighbors.

I'm just glad that she didn't leave us a gift.

OMG, I'm Attending Parties

Last weekend I went to the Bazaar and didn't spend anything. Not a penny.

That in itself is significant. I am the shopping queen. Or, at least I used to be.

Well, after the Bazaar I went to a Tupperware party. This was my first Tupperware party in 30 years.

Why you say, did I attend a Tupperware party? I'm glad you asked.

I attended because this is the way people, American military/women/spouses, meet each other through parties if they are not comfortable to meet each other in the other traditional manners of military protocol.

Being the retired, old farts that we are, we do not fit the criteria that most young military couples have. We are not on the radar.

I have joined several Internet groups and have met some lovely people. Munchkins included. I choose to reach out and touch people. That's me.

OMG, I'm attending parties. I am not expected to buy anything. But, meeting other gals sure is nice.

Vote True 2008

Just do it. VOTE

For Your Viewing Pleasure...Curtains

Being a pack rat is sometimes a good thing. I have stored these curtains for the past 16 years never thinking I would ever use them, but now I am.

Lace curtains allow you to see out and not have all the neighbors see into the house. They afford privacy during the day. In Germany you see lace on just about every window.

I went around the house measuring all the windows and found that all the old curtains were use able in this house. Hurray for me I saved some money.

I had been here for a little over a week, with my newly passed my driver's license, when I went out exploring and drove to Kaiserslautern (Largest/closest city in the area) to purchase curtain rods. They are the standard cafe rods with the adhesive stick to the window rod holder.

I came home with my newly purchased rods and put the curtains into the laundry. The best way to prepare lace is to wash it and hang immediately while still damp. No wrinkles that way.


The front door.

The bedroom. I was really clever on this window. I didn't have a pen to mark the tape measure and didn't feel like going downstairs to get one, so I used my eyeliner pencil to mark the measure to get the curtains at the same height. My eyes didn't like it the next morning though.

The kitchen side window.

The kitchen front window.


Oh yeah. My upstairs hallway. Can you say I wasn't happy the next morning? OR the following morning? (NOTE: The rolladens I mentioned in a much earlier post are down for the night.)

For your viewing pleasure. Yet another view.

Who Is This Person??

I went shopping today. Spousal Unit is out of town, actually out of country, so what do I do, I go shopping. Honey, Sweety, Snuggs I was lonely. I miss you and I don't really have any girlfriends here to yak with. I was bored. The house just isn't enough to keep me occupied. Yada, Yada, Yada. This speech usually works. I'm spoiled like that. So....

I went to the Bazaar, kinda up the street. 30 minutes away, but everything is close to 30 minutes away from the house. That's OK, I like where I live.

I didn't buy a thing. OMG.... me not buy anything at a Bazaar. The world must be ending.

I saw a couple of antique pieces I wouldn't mind having, but they were either sold or not in my budget at the moment.

I got to taste the really Yummy Holland cheeses that I remember. I saw some of the Belgium chocolates that I adore.

I wandered throughout the Bazaar and kept thinking that not much has changed except me. I've been there, done that, and trust me I already have most of the stuff that was offered.

OMG!!! Who is this person?