Five Things Meme

Joan has tagged me with this fun meme.

Five Things...

Found In My Room (I chose the bedroom)
Bed
Books
Desk
Lamp
and a huge pile of who knows what! (I'm too nervous to actually tackle this pile)


I've Always Wanted to Do
Visit Australia (I want to see if the toilets really flush counterclockwise)
Visit Africa (I've heard that there is nothing like going on a safari)
Visit Fiji (some fun on those gorgeous beaches would be nice)
Visit Brazil (DH and I have a friend living there)
Visit Western Canada (I've seen Eastern Canada, love to see Western Canada)


Found In My Bag
Wallet
Glass case
Calendar
Pens
empty gum wrappers (what can I say, Elle takes a piece of gum and throws the wrapper into my purse)


Found In My Wallet
Driver's license
Credit cards
Insurance cards
Prescription for my dogs special food
face mask in case I ever have to do CPR (notice I did not mention money)(see below)


I'm Currently Into
Trying to get my pay check straightened out (like that will ever happen)(hence no $ in the wallet)
Blogging everyday (thanks alot NaBloPoMo)
Decluttering my house (that oughta take a few years)
Writing reports for work (will they ever end?)
Reading a trashy book (helps me escape writing those reports)


So the rules say I get to tag 5 blogging friends. I tag Patches, Nancy Dancehall, Marsha, Leanne, Lynanne, Enjoy!

What Was Once Unfinished is Now Finished

The other day I was talking about an unfinished desk and hutch that I had ordered for Ten. After much delay, said items were picked up by me. I spent this past weekend 'finishing' the two pieces. Now they're done. Here they are...before and after.

My legs, back and arms are killing me. Clearly I was contorting into various positions in order to stain the sides and bottoms of these pieces. I have just one thing to say about this...I hereby promise myself that I will never-ever, ever, ever, again purchase unfinished furniture again. Yeah, right.

I Am Getting A Swelled Head!

I was perusing (notice the intelligent word?) the internet, and came upon this thingy (o.k. so this word isn't so intelligent...let's just ignore my lack of word finding skills, shall we?). As I was saying...I found this thingy and look what it has to say about my blog.

Genius, that's right, my blogs reading level is genius... Sigh... but, I'm a Sagittarian.

Veteran's Day 2007

Today is Veteran's Day. A day to reflect on those who have selflessly served our country. My father was a veteran of WWII (the war after the war to end all wars). When he died at the ripe old age of 86, a flag was draped upon his coffin and then presented to my mother. On behalf of my family, I want to take the time today to thank all the servicemen and servicewomen who serve our country and protect our freedom. May they come home safe and sound.

You'll Never Catch Me Doing This!

This is a picture of the Millau viaduct which is part of the A75-A71 expressway. It connects Paris and Beziers. I don't know about you but I don't think that I could ever drive across it unless I was given lots and lots of sedatives and chained to the vehicle. ( Acrophobia anyone?) Just looking at this picture gives me heart palpitations. If you click on the picture, it will bring up a larger photo, and you will see what I am talking about.

Not that I'm going to get to Paris anytime soon. sigh

This Post is Brought To You By The Numbers 2, 6, 13 and 19.

Four years ago, after 'finishing' Ten's entire bedroom set, I promised myself that I would never buy unfinished furniture again. Then, two years ago we bought Elle an unfinished desk and hutch for her room. After 'finishing' those two items, I once again promised myself that I would never buy unfinished furniture again.

Having evidently forgotten my promise to myself, I foolishly ordered an unfinished desk and hutch for Ten back on August 3rd. I was told when I ordered these items that they would be available for pick up in 6 weeks. After just two phone calls to the store in the past 13 weeks I was told that the desk and hutch were finally in the warehouse, and that I could pick them up yesterday. Yeah, right...I bet you know where this story is heading.

So Saturday, Elle and I decided to drive about 20 miles to the warehouse to pick up the items. Although we had been told that someone would be there to meet us, no one was there. I had to call the store and was told that someone would meet us at the warehouse in 20 minutes. I figured after waiting 13 weeks that I could wait 20 more minutes.

Unfortunately, there was a 'small' problem with the desk. Jorge (original salesman) assured me that it was an easy thing to fix, and that the desk would be ready by Monday. Because I have been so patient, he would arrange to have the items delivered to my house...on November 24th. Deciding that I didn't want Ten to have to wait for his desk an additional 19 days, I said that I would pick everything up on Monday. Of course the desk wasn't ready by Monday. I had to wait until Tuesday to pick it up.

Clearly the salesman doesn't know the difference between the numbers 2 and 19 as they pertain to days; or the number 6 and the number 13 as they pertain to weeks. Maybe I should give him some old Sesame Street videos. I think The Count would like to be his friend. Of course if I listened to my own advice, I would not be facing the task of finishing furniture, yet again. I wonder if there is a Sesame Street video about listening to yourself.

At least I know what I will be doing this weekend.

Ubiquity

I don't know what is wrong with my brain, but it doesn't seem to be functioning properly. Last night DH was sitting at the dining room table (after dinner) and looking at the newspaper. He asked "What does 'ubiquity' mean?"

I knew intuitively what the word meant. I understood it's meaning, and could have used it in a sentence, but for the life of me I was unable to state the definition. Fortunately, I was on-line at the time and was able to look up the word and provide DH with the definition. But it bothered me. Not that I had to look up the word for the definition, but that I was unable to fire my brain cells to provide the definition.

I seem to do that a lot. I read words in a book, and I know what they mean without having to look them up. Yet if someone asks me to define a word, even if they provide the sentence for the word so that I understand the context, I find that I am at a loss for words.

I'm not talking about difficult words, I have problems with everyday words too. I think that my brain is going to mush.