Wednesday Hodgepodge 100!

Hi Guys, welcome to the hundredth edition of the Wednesday Hodgepodge! That is a LOT of questions Joyce has had to come up with! I know I have enjoyed participating, thank you for all of your time and effort Joyce.

1. What creeps you out?

Women who try and dress way too young for their age. It’s like they can’t let go of their youth and move on. I’m not saying they have to look matronly or like a frump, but there is not much creepier than seeing clothes and hair from behind and then being scared by the old face wearing them.  Show a little dignity Hag Barbie.

2. What’s your least favorite candy?

I despise black licorice. The smell, the taste and the way it turns your teeth black. It is one of Honey and The Boy’s favorites. Go figure.
3. Are you a fan of scary movies?  What’s the scariest movie you’ve ever seen?

I am totally NOT a fan. The scariest movie I ever saw was called The Omega Man and I had the misfortune to have seen it when I was around 5-6 years old. I prayed for years that I would not think about it when I went to bed. It is  probably not that big a deal now, but I was horrified at the time.

I remember being scared when watching Night of The Living Dead with Suzanne Suzanna Danna too, and it is SO cheesy. It’s the idea of it. Plus I am a well known weenie.
4. What part of life confuses you the most?

Why some people seem to get all the breaks, especially when they don’t play by the rules. But I know enough to be aware that they are not fooling God. It will all shake out.
5. Pumpkin, sunflower, sesame, poppy…what’s your favorite seed?

Pumpkin and sunflower are yummy.
6. Imagine your life ten years from today…what’s changed?

This is a kind of fun question! In 10 years Honey will have been retired for a while, so that will be strange because he works a LOT. Ab_Cat will be 33, The Boy 31, and Mousey-Rita will be 28. That all seems unimaginable! Honey and I will be 65 and 60, YIKES!!!!! We might be grandparents, we might live in another state, children  might be married. No matter who wins the election, we will have a different president in 10 years. Maybe I will weigh less. That would be AWESOME!!!!
7.  What do you a) love the most and b) like the least about the Hodgepodge?

I love everything about the Hodgepodge! I love that it is weekly, I don’t have to think up my own questions, and I have met some of y’all! I can’t think of anything I dislike. Oh, there have been a couple questions over the last 100 weeks that I might not have had an answer for, but I’m ok with that!
8.  Insert your own random thought here.

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Goodbye Chazz Michael Michaels, Abby’s first wheels. He really doesn’t look like he should be totaled. He was a good boy.

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Sandy in Your Eyes

I sincerely hope Frankenstorm Sandy is not causing any of you insurmountable grief. We have some wind and rain, but we are Michiganders and a blustery day is nothing new around here. I realize the east coast is having considerably more than bluster.

Praying for safety for all of those in harms way. Mrs. Schmenkman on Sassy Cat Hill, in Virginia, Joyce from This Side of The Pond, in New Jersey, Fringe Girl in New York, and Warren and his Home in the West Virginia Hills come to mind. I can’t even get on his blog and I am concerned. Can the weather even cause that to happen??

!!!Caution!!! 

A bunch of stuff that has no rhyme or reason is flying your way!

Keelyody and I were going to attempt to walk again this morning, but alas, the rain derailed us. Or Mother Nature hates us. You pick.

Abby is thoroughly enjoying her new vehicle! Yesterday was the last trip to the Secretary of State with the signed doctor note and application saying that yes, she in fact does in fact have good cause to have a handicapped placard and symbol on her license plate.

Honey and I sorted through all of the information we had to fill out our absentee voter ballots. Whenever we were unsure about an issue, we looked to see what his union recommended, and then voted the opposite.

I have worn actual shoes, not just sandals, three times and lived to tell the tale. I believe I am over the toe procedure hump. Good, just in time for winter!

Tomorrow is the 100th edition of The Wednesday Hodgepodge!!! Congratulations to Joyce for giving us all a reason to share random bits of our lives with one another. I appreciate her faithfulness, it has been a very fun thing to participate in! Why don’t you join us?

Be careful out there and try and not let that wind snatch you bald!!

Very Briefly

Not much time today, just a couple of things to say.

First off, Tigers? WHAT THE HECK?????

I find it slightly ironic that Cabrera ended his spectacular year by having the last strike out in the series. Swept, SHEESH!

Second off, My Dad came to get his hairs cut on Friday and he brought me the last rose of the season from my Mom’s garden. He is a big old hunk of honey!

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Honey and I have much to do in the next two days. Turning in our absentee ballots are a priority.

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So is going to the chiropractor, which is where I need to git right now. BYE.

Potent Quotable

Why does God use flawed people to accomplish His purposes? The first reason is that He only has flawed people to work with! But second, when God accomplishes great things through imperfect people, it is clear who gets the glory. David Jeremiah

Raindrops of Stuff

Hello my People.

I am glad it is Friday, for a myriad of reasons. Here is a rambling disjointed recap of stuff.

This afternoon, Honey, The Ab-Cat and I will get in Juanita and make the final trip to the final body shop to pick up both vans. And then Abby will drive herself home!!!!! Her first time driving in about 2 months, and first time driving her new wheels! With hand controls, now installed!!!! Hallelujah and thank you Jesus!

She will probably then drive herself straight to her favorite place, the library. As you do when Friday is your day, and you are in control of your own destination!

We can then call the insurance company and have them come and get poor broken Chazz.

When Honey came home from work this morning, I asked him what was going on with his Boys? The Tigers have not scored a run in TWO games. I have not even been in the room so they can’t blame me and my bad Tiger juju. Sheesh! Get it together man.

I bought a new pair of walking shoes, they have a mesh top, as opposed to my usual leather top. When I tried them on at the store, they DID NOT TOUCH my toes at ALL! Oh, I sincerely hope they are as comfortable as I am anticipating. It would be nice to get out there again.

Today was going to be the first day of walking. So far, we have been rained out. We are reassessing in a half hour.

We have been praying for a fourth member of the administration team since our class began in September. We currently have a class administrator, a secretary, and me. In addition to the other tasks I am assigned I have currently been upstairs in the sound booth recording the lecture and running the power point, neither of which I thought I was capable of, but God has enabled me to do it. Those of you who know me in real life can swear to the fact that I am seriously tech challenged. I am running solely on Holy Spirit power. That and the constant presence and graciousness of our former class administrator, Pam, who is a direct kiss on the cheek from God to me each Thursday morning.

I am THRILLED to say that the woman who was praying about accepting the position said YES yesterday!!! Welcome Marie, and don’t let me knock you over as I stampede down the stairs from the sound booth!!! Doing the happy dance right now!

Mousey had to go to another town to get a physical and drug test for her seemingly endless quest to actually work at the lifeguard job she was hired for. I have never seen more time invested in a job with no hours actually worked. Anyway, on the way home, she spotted an unexplored Salvation Army. She felt that needed to be rectified, poste haste.

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I found this darling, grey J.Crewe sweater for $5.99. I have been dipping my toes in the waters of grey lately. I always thought it was not the look for me, but Mousey assured me it was cute. I will give it a whirl.

Keelyody and I have officially called off our walk as it is officially raining now. Bummer.

Oh well, I have a date with the washing machine and my Dad is coming to get his hair cut later this morning, that ought to keep me occupied. Have a nice weekend!

FWP

I saw this yesterday on Joyce’s blob, and loved it!

Don’t you feel like that sometimes? Thanks Joyce for sharing it!

Wednesday Hodgepodge

Welcome to the 99th edition of The Wednesday Hodgepodge!!! A HUGE thank you to Joyce for coming up with the 7 questions every week!

1.  So, do you like beer?

No, I do not like beer. It smells bad and tastes worse.

2.  What’s your least favorite repetitive task?

Cooking. Or weeding. Spreading mulch, blech.
3.  When was the last time you rode a bus?  Where was it headed?

Honey, The Boy and I rode a bus last fall to the 2011 American Sand Sculpting Competition on Fort Myers Beach. The driver was playing Rush Limbaugh on the radio. I thought that was an odd choice. Why do I remember that?
4.  What song from your childhood or from your own children’s childhood could make a parent’s nerves stand on end?

The Boy listened to a kind of music that I called Hell Music, as in the soundtrack to hell. He said some of it was Christian too!! How could that possibly be? As for me? well, that late 70s rock and roll could be a little concerning. Led Zeppelin could cause a raised eyebrow.
5.  The US Presidential election cycle is drawing to a close (can I get an AMEN??), and the third and final debate was held last night…what was the last thing you ‘debated about’?

AMEN! I guess I am not much of a debater, nothing is coming to mind. Oh WAIT, I thought of something.

When The Boy was home over the summer he told me that he was going to vote for the person Honey and I are not voting for. Everything within me screamed NOooooooo, but I remained calm and asked him questions about why he wanted to vote that way. He gave me some half baked answers and then asked me why I was voting the way I was. I gave him very long, carefully thought out reasons why I could not support his candidate. I was getting frustrated with him because his reasons were vague, inarticulate and….dumb. He finally threw up his hands and admitted that he was pulling my chain, and he couldn’t defend himself because he agreed with me! So I guess I debated him.
6.  Can a person make too much money?  How much is too much?

Not if they are generous. The more they have, the more they can share.

The saddest thing would be to have someone fabulously rich, who felt no need or desire to help others, or give back to their community, or serve in any way. Those people would have too much, because they are greedy and selfish. That would be shameful.
7.  Pop-soda-coke-something else…what’s it called where you live?

Pop.
8.  Insert your own random thought here.

The Boy and The Dane gave me a belated birthday present!

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Finally, I can watch season 2 before season 3 comes on! Thanks Guys!

There are two more, VERY IMPORTANT things I need to say:

GO TIGERS!!!!!

And DO A GOOD JOB VERLANDER!!!

Thanks for stopping by!

Rigmarole

I was up at dark thirty this morning. Shortly after, Skype informed me that Mrs. Schmenkman was also up and computing, so we had ourselves a little chat. My sound was out, as it frequently is, so we Skyped holding the phones. Apparently we cannot speak without looking at each other anymore.

As we chatted about this and that, we told each other what was on the agenda for today and what we did yesterday. It was then I realized that my post was tumbling out of my mouth. She even named it for me.

I believe I may have mentioned a time or 40 that things seldom occur in a straight line around here. I don’t know if it’s a deficiency on our part or just our lot in life. There has been quite a bit of running around regarding The Ab-Cat’s new vehicle. Several caravans of both vans and Juanita the Escape going here for this work and then going there for that work. Then all rallying back around the flagpole of home, only to set off again.

Now we have arrived at this week. I visited my new chiropractor, who will be featured in his own post, because he deserves his own post, and then began my day of rigmarole, or as I like to say, fools errands.

You know how some days your errands can be managed in a circular pattern that requires minimal back tracking? Scratch that. I thought and thought about the best path to take but my errands did not take a satisfying natural path. It zigged and zagged all around the town.

After visiting my new friend The Chiropractor, I went to the Secretary of State to transfer the van plates, get a temporary plate for the old van, get a new handicapped sticker for the new van, and renew my blue handicapped thingy that hangs from the rearview mirror. I had carefully thought out my argument if they told me I could only have one or the other. My argument was this: do you only travel in one car? well neither does she. End of argument.

Can I tell you how excited I was when I got there and there was NO LINE????? On a Monday? At the Secretary of State??? At 11????

I began my spiel to the friendly person, and her first comment was I could not do the transaction because A) I am not Honey and B) I was not The Ab-Cab and C) I did not have either of their drivers license and D) I did not have the signed forms stating I was their agent and could operate on their behalf. Which sounds a lot like something I might have mentioned to Honey when he asked me to to his bidding that morning. He assured me that was not a problem. I should have heeded that still, small voice inside, the former bank teller in me, that refuted his words because official things require signatures AND identification. Fools errand number 1.

I reluctantly left the nearly empty Secretary of State and screamed home to wake Honey out of a dead sleep to sign the form, stole his license and and made Abby come back with me, before the place filled up with many people.

My plan worked, mostly. There were only 2 people in line ahead of us, YEA! We got the plates switched and the temporary plate. As for the handicapped business, not so smooth. The Sec of State employee said our thingy was expired and we have fallen off their system. I need to tell you that they assure you that they don’t expire. What they need to tell you is they don’t expire if you come in every 2 years to get a new one and keep yourself secured in their system. I have not observed this rule because I have a sticker on the license plate of my van, therefore I don’t need the blasted blue hanging thingy.

The Sec of State employee then gave me a paper to be filled out by Abby’s physician stating that she needs handicapped access. You know what I think? I think if you have your own wheelchair and you have a handicapped accessible van with a lift, YOU ARE QUALIFIED, regardless of a doctors note. Just my opinion.

I then headed off across town with Abby as my hostage, because we were not near home to conveniently drop her off, due to all the zigging and also zagging. She travelled with me to a handy dandy online repair place to get a part for our dryer door, which was essential as laundry slows for no man. Or woman.

We then hit up the doctors office, where I dropped off the form and made my request. I am allowed to be her agent there, as well as Honey’s, because I have already signed THAT form on a previous fools errand.

After that, we hit up Meijer to buy fruit and other essentials. We then came home and parted ways, she to her room and me to the kitchen to make soup. Cheesy vegetable chowder and loaded baked potato soup, neither of which Honey partook of because he had to weigh in at work and needed to loose a pound or he would have to buy a pop for everyone else. I am happy to report he lost 2 pounds! No pop for you!

They will all have soup again tonight for dinner because I have Birthday Club and we are going to Applebee’s.

Sometime during this period Honey, Mousey and I all trekked to another body shop to complete the final transformation of Ab’s new vehicle. Van, van, Escape.

Mousey and Ab-Cat had been going to a young adults BSF class on Monday nights. Mousey pooped out early on, but Ab has persevered, so she needed a ride. I scolded Mousey last week for driving her the half hour to drop her off and then coming back home!!!! What a waste of time and gas! I said why didn’t she go to the mall that was 5 seconds away? She did not know there was a mall. Of course she didn’t, it was ALL THE WAY ACROSS TOWNS! Her suggestion was that I go with her and we could hit up the mall together. Well, alright.

We didn’t end up at the mall, because I am not a mall-ish person. Instead we went to Marshall’s and TJ Maxx, where we both scored some essentials. I will share mine in another post if my idea pans out.

We went back to pick Abby up, proceeded home to catch a little of the debate, that I must confess was like watching paint dry, and then went to bed.

See? Rigmarole.

Andy Williams, Ron Burgandy and Halle Berry, That Ought To Get Your Attention

Hey Guys!

Here’s to hoping things will be a little calmer around here this week. Because last week? Was a blur.

I feel I am doing a lot of backtracking on the blob lately, skipping ahead, then slogging back to some uber important minor detail that I feel the need to share. How about a list to tie up some loose ends? Good, I was hoping you would say that.

First of all, I would like to share my sadness over the loss of Andy Williams in September. He holds a hallowed place in my childhood museum of recollection. My Mother was a fan, so therefore I was exposed to to the magic of Andy at a very early age. When asked in my baby book what were the popular songs the year I was born, she answered Moon River. We watched his television program and Christmas specials without fail. I wanted to BE in his family. Just call me Noelle. If we  had some way to record those specials back in the day, I would have worn.them.out. Seriously.

But this is my favorite part of Mr. Williams. It just isn’t Christmas without it. It oozes Christmas, it transports me back to my youth. i can’t even pick a favorite song. Oh, yes I can, Kay Thompson’s Jingle Bells. No wait, It’s The Most Wonderful Time of The Year. Welllll, maybe The First Noel. How about The Christmas Song?

You cannot decorate your tree to a finer soundtrack. There are other favorites, of course, but Andy is first and foremost. Our children claim him as well. Especially The Boy, who declared that there was no other Christmas music. He threw down the Christmas music gauntlet my Friends.

About a year ago, The Boy and I hatched a plan. We would go to Branson, Mo., head over to his Moon River theater, and listen to him sing his treasured Christmas songs, in real live person. It sounded grand. I told him we should go soon, Andy wasn’t getting any younger, and I had heard that he had been ill.

We never got there. But we’ll always have his cd. The soundtrack of the Christmas season.

Thank you Mr. Williams.

Lat Monday was a long day. The Boy and The Dane took Honey and I to the airport bright and early to catch a plane to Chicago, where we were picked up in a sporty PT Cruiser, by a friendly fellow from the mobility place where we purchased The Ab-Cat’s new van. We drove about an hour and some to Rockford, Illinois to actually lay eyeballs on in. Honey had done extensive internet and phone research, trying to find new wheels for her. New wheels that met his strict criteria; low mileage, never been in an accident, and other things I have already forgotten, because car talk, like fish talk, causes my eyes to glaze over.

Here he is, Ron Burgundy! We should really call him Ron Cognac, but that is not happening. She names all her wheels after Will Ferrell characters, not because he is her favorite actor of all time, it just worked out that way. Old Ron here is replacing Chazz Michael Michaels. Her wheelchairs have been named Ricky Bobby and…..well, I can’t really say what her present one is named. I will have to get back to you on that. I know it will test your patience mightily.

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He is not quite drivable for her. We need to swap the hand controls that currently reside in Chazz, and there are few other things to be attended to, but then HALLELUJAH!!! she has wheels again!!!!!!!  She has been an amazingly patient girl.

We spent the majority of last week driving in a 3 car caravan, taking the 2 vans to this place or that place to swap this and do that. The last one hopefully occurs today, and then the insurance company can come and pick Chazz up for good. I am feeling nostalgic for him. He was Abby’s first wheels, her first taste of independance, and even though he was majorly uncomfortable, he was a good boy for her.

On a personal note, I would like to thank Honey for ALL his grueling research, and for purchasing the Chicago van, and not the Georgia van OR the Minnesota van, that were looking so appealing. Driving back from the Chicago area was far enough.

I had some BSF business to attend to this weekend. It is a retreat year and that means I have to register people and TYPE. Not my strong suits. I was working industriously when Halle Berry felt the need to visit. Right on all of my business.

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She loves me, and that’s all I have to say about that.

Have a good Monday!

Potent Quotable-Fall

Winter is an etching, spring a watercolor, summer an oil painting and autumn a mosaic of them all.  ~Stanley Horowitz

The human soul is slow to discover the real excellence of things given to us by a bountiful Creator, and not until the shadows of death begin to gather around the object that we love, do we see its worth and beauty. Autumn is the dim shadow that clusters about the sweet, precious things that God has created in the realm of nature. While it robs them of life, it tears away the veil and reveals the golden gem of beauty and sweetness. Beauty lurks in all the dim old aisles of nature, and we discover it at last. ~Northern Advocate

October gave a party;
The leaves by hundreds came –
The Chestnuts, Oaks, and Maples,
And leaves of every name.
The Sunshine spread a carpet,
And everything was grand,
Miss Weather led the dancing,
Professor Wind the band.
~George Cooper, "October’s Party"

How beautifully leaves grow old.  How full of light and color are their last days.  ~John Burroughs

Everyone must take time to sit and watch the leaves turn.  ~Elizabeth Lawrence

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