Serious fun

I decided that stupid neighbors were not going to ruin a nice day. I took youngest out to a park where they have a water playground. Nothing like it where we used to live. It's also my favorite thing of all... FREE!  :)

And... it all falls over! heh.

It was a lot of fun watching all the kids there try to get under the buckets as they dumped over. All the kids were behaving. We had a genuinely nice time.

REALLY? REALLY! STILL?!

OMG! I thought our neighbor could be taught! I thought he had learning capability. I thought he understood that under absolutely no freaking circumstance is ANYONE allowed to grill/bar-b-q/fry on the balcony.

Guess I'm going to have to be the bitch and put in a formal complaint.

Sponateous Combustion

Unplanned for couple time bloomed last night with Youngest going to a group thing earlier than we thought and the Oldest hanging out with his friends for later than we expected.

"Hey! This means it's just you and me for dinner!" That means cheaper eats for going out! And we can test places without having to worry if we're going to waste a ton of money from kids not eating or food being bad.

I thought I didn't like Thai food. Previous tries of it met with failure. Then I had some store bought sweet chili dipping sauce. I LOVE it. This means all of my husbands wet curry dreams were about to come true. I was ready to try the Thai restaurant.

It's a family owned place. The minute we walked in we were happily greeted by the open and friendly waitress/hostess/owner. Very much a change from the now dubbed "Unfriendly" Chinese restaurant. When I ordered tea she explained Chai tea and asked if I wanted that or regular. I'm watching the waistline so I went with regular. Hubby got the Chai, tea infused cream. It's very yummy! What? I had to have a sip or two... or three... OK, four. Four, alright? ;)

Having never gone to a Thai restaurant before I went with whatever had the type of vegetables I like most in it. Chicken Wen Su Hoo? Naw, that's not quite right but it was something like that. Hubby got the green curry. Then the waitress asked how spicy we wanted our dishes. That was new for us. We went with medium. That way we would have spice but not too much. We could gauge what medium was for them. We're not scared of a little burn in the mouth. It can be a nice endorphin rush if you do it right.

We heard her talking to another table about the highest spice level being rated at five. Oh, so we must of ordered a three! We talked about it as we enjoyed some egg rolls. Then our mains came out, oh yummy!

We started to dig in. Ooo, there was ceratainly a bite to it, oh, howdy! I thought I felt a sweat under my eye. I looked across to Hubby and saw a sheen starting to develop on his face. I started contemplating on coming back and ordering the mild next time. I didn't think I could stand hot if this was medium. The chai tea started disappearing a little faster.

The friendly waitress/owner came over and seeming concerned asked us if everything was OK. I figured it's because we hadn't been there before, she is probably used to people being surprised at the spice. Since we were enjoying it and really didn't have any complaints, we told her we were fine. She came over again and we gave our compliments. Hubby's face was sweating. I was feeling hotter but we liked it. Seeing our positive reactions, she fessed up.

"Well, I'm glad. There was a little mix up. I spiced it by eye, turned to do something and my mother hadn't realized I spiced it already. She spiced it again."

"Is this a five then?" Hubby asked with amusement. I knew he was thinking what I was.This was not a normal situation.

"More about a seven."

That was freaking hilarious. Why? Why weren't we outraged that we had something that was probably spicier than the owner would eat? Because we liked it. And because it meant we weren't big old spice wimps. Without ever really saying it, we both wondered if Thai food might just be more than we can handle. 'Lo and behold, we are NOT spice p*ssies and we will be going back there.  It also made it that much more fun.

My hat off to the hostess for her timing and honesty. My hat off for giving my body a decent sweat without having to get my butt off the chair. heh.

Progress?

YEAH! They got some pictures up of the house we're trying to sale. The kitchen looks like crap but the rest of it looks OK. I can say that I know I'd be curious about it if I had just been cruising the realty sight.

Now to see if anyone really even wants it in this economy. *worry, worry*

Oh.

Crap meet fan.

Fan meet crap.

Oh, that didn't go well at all.

The Walking Dead Season 2 From Comic Con 2011

Housing

House is finally up for sale. Bastardo's didn't even bother putting a picture up of it. Could be because the primo bastardo that lived north of us pulled out of town and put his own house up for sale before we could get ours up.  Or the realtor is planning on buying it cheap, cleaning it up and reselling it for far more than what we bought it for. I wouldn't doubt it. My dad was aware of that scam when we moved when I was 10. I thought maybe he was paranoid until I read about some dude in Texas getting a house for sixteen dollars that was worth 330,000!

I think I just realized what I couldn't put my finger on before. That town is dirty. Everyone out for themselves and no one really wants to help you out. Not a friendly place at all.

I am reminded of reasons 1, 000 and 1,154 that we moved. Then yesterday reason number 15 was seen shopping here.  And I am very, very glad we no longer live there.

Take that you feathered dive bombing so and so's!

I forgot to share! I made this mobile to hang outside in front of the sprinkler head to scare our little nest makers away. They were trying to make another nest, little buggers!

I used six lb fishing line, square dowels, a dremel tool to grind holes in the shells and indent the dowels, jewelery wire to reinforce the gluing of the dowels and help balance the entire thing a bit, puffy glitter stickers and a bag of shells from Wally's World.

The birds immediately acknowledged my superior crafting abilities to their paltry nest making abilities. After much dive bombing trying to figure out if they could get around it or not, they gave up and went somewhere else. Booyah to the human!

Shivering in this weather?

The reason: Job interview
The setting: Small office. Awkwardly arranged office furniture. One toddler sized chair, one adult sized chair and a desk at an angle to the door.
The weather: Like everywhere, hot. Maybe not like everywhere, humid. 

I just happened to pull the adult sized chair to the one spot where the ceiling vent a/c hit me full in the face. Oh, how lovely it is to try not to chatter ones teeth during an interview.  I had to ask them to turn it up. I have never been that cold inside during the summer before. It ended up being a quickie interview, a total of fifteen minutes. Which means 2/3 of the way through it the vent finally stopped and I started to warm up. I was wearing long sleeves, for crying out loud! I still shiver when I think about how cold that was. If that's good or bad, considering the weather right now, I'll leave up to time to tell.

EDIT: Oh, big freaking surprise! I didn't get that one. I got a letter that basically said "Ah, hell no!" They didn't even say they hired someone else. They said "We decided to continue recruitment for this position."     *tres sigh*

Another generation

I'm a great aunt for the third time. :) Beautiful baby girl.


The other two great's are boys from my husbands side of the family.

All three are lookers, whoo! heh.

It's A GIRL!

SNOOPY!

Close up of Binding

Burping Cloth or Puke Rags as my hubby calls them.
First one is just one piece. Second one reversible.

Receiving Blankets

Close up of overcast stitching.

Finished basket.

Singing in the ...quilt?

I'm not all about the kids. They are more interesting than me but that could just be a mom's natural opinion.

My sister is about to become a grandma for the first time. She has two kids and the oldest doesn't look like she's going to have kids, ever.

I've been making receiving blankets and a shoulder burp thing for the niece. I tried to do binding on a quilt but it's not going well. I've never done binding before. I was pretty proud of my first try at it until I saw the other side of the blanket. It went along a nice line and suddenly started veering north, if you know what I mean. Now I understand what the "no cuss" method I found on You Tube was really talking about.

I took out my seam ripper and started ripping that out. Now the binding sets waiting, about 1/4 done. My hands are singing from the delicate work. I used to work at an embroidery shop. A little place, me being the only constant employee besides the owner. It was the first job I had since being a stay at home mom for 13 years, that's another post. My hands got some mean ass numb from doing that job. Sometimes it's worse, sometimes it's better. Sewing always bring out the worse.

Edit: Finishing came down to a time crunch. I took the first method and threw it out. I ironed and pinned the second binding and sewed like the wind. Worked the first time! Yeah! I didn't know the sex of the baby when I made these so I tried to be as gender neutral as possible. The cloth was given to me from my mom in law, much appreciated. I don't think I would have got done on time other wise. Daily waiting on this kid, heh.

HA! Good one!

'I'm A Blond'

I found the full length movie on Netflix. I got excited and fast forwarded to the song. With my fingers slipping on the button, youngest realized it had a close resemblance to a musical. He's all boy, hates musicals. Not only that, he is at the over dramatic stage of life. He had to plug his ears dramatically, faint every few seconds and gag during any singing that I happened to stop on.

I sing bits of this to oldest when he's doing something "blonde." Half way through the song he gives me a look that screams 'really?' This sends me into fits of laughter.

As it ends youngest is laying flat on the floor with his tongue out and off to the side. Oldest says "Oh, look, great, Youngest is now brain dead."

Worth every. single. second.