A Rare Photo with Jill

First of all, it seemed strange not having Erin at this little luncheon, but of course, she was at school doing her own thing. And to get a picture with Jill, it went like this. She got to take of picture of Judy, then she took a picture of me, then it was my turn to take a picture of Jill and Judy together, then Judy's turn to take a picure of Jill and me together. She cooperated with the "take turn" scenario. Afterwards we went to the Daisy meeting, and we had a fun day.

This, That & Nothing

Well, I finished one border for my flower garden quilt, have sewn it onto the quilt two times, and am in the process of ripping it off for the second time. Can't get it on correctly. So I'm going to watch Oprah in a little while, rip off the border, and lay it aside for awhile. I know the problem now, but figure two times in one day is enough. I'll figure out another pasttime while Oprah talks to Sarah. I just have to watch this interview - Sarah's such a kick.

Took my walk today - but a short one. When I walk with Jeanie at Seneca's track we go 4 1/2 miles, but when I walk by myself I don't go that far. It's a little more boring to walk alone, even if I walk Bardstown Road, which can be quite interesting in itself.

Tomorrow evening I'm attending a Christmas Bazaar with Connie, supposed to be a really good one at the Olmstead, highly recommended to me, so I'm looking forward to going. And then Wednesday is the Thanksgiving lunch at Jill's school, and then we're attending at Daisy Scout get-together with Erin. Looking forward to both.

Last night we saw Amelia - she didn't make it. Sorry...if anyone reading this is going to see the movie, hope I didn't ruin the ending for you. Mostly I enjoyed being with Linda & Dub, having dinner with them. We had a good time. And Bobby and I are doing the Nielson T.V. survey this week. It's sort of a pain...okay...it's a real pain. But we said we'd do it, so when we watch t.v., we faithfully fill out our little booklet, what we watched, what station, for how long, etc. It lasts one week. We mail the diaries back in on Thursday. I've already reviewed my viewing habits, and it's exactly what I knew them to be - almost always the news shows and political shows, and mostly in the evening while I'm quilting or reading. Let's see, can't think of anything else to entertain you with. So....Adios.

Fifteen Days Until

Fifteen days until Christmas decorations go up. I might sneak a few up next week. That would be so unlike me, of course, to jump the gun like that. But I could maybe slip a little something into the upstairs bedroom and upstairs bathroom a little early. We'll see. I've already bought a few items on the list for Thanksgiving dinner. I always do the grocery list for that way ahead of time, too. Maybe I'll nose around in the attic today and see what's in there. Hope it's all Christmas decors and no dead squirrels that have made their way in, the little varmints. It's Friday 13th. Everyone watch out. I think there's an old saying that goes, "on Friday the 13th in November, look in your attic and pull out maybe one or two Christmas decorations."

Poor Bobby

Well, that Julie. Wasn't it Bobby who was surprised that Julie picked her fantasy football team using too much heart instead of with her head. This past week, it was Julie vs. Bobby again, and guess who the winner was. Julie! Bobby's been moping around the house all week, knowing Julie was beating her. I think he needs an anti-depressant this morning. Maybe next year Julie can teach him how to pick his players, using a little heart.

My Gallon of Paint

My gallon of paint didn't stretch far enough. I can't believe it. For years I've hated the blue color of the wall going up the steps, and I finally painted it, a pale pale green. And I also extended it to the ceiling in the upstairs hallway. I intended to do that little patch of wall in the downstairs hall across from the bathroom, and I can't believe I didn't have enough paint. Of course, that really is a lot of wall, especially considering it took two coats. Well, I'm going to look through our paint cabinet and see if there's something I can use for that little hallway wall, and if not, I guess I'll purchase a little more paint. But I have to say, looking upstairs is quite an improvement over that tacky blue that used to be on the wall. I think 12 years was long enough to live with a color I didn't like. Maybe in the spring I'll tackle the kitchen again. Maybe.

Strangers in My Living Room

Yikes! How did these people get in my house, and who are they!!!