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This blog post isn't about literary porn nor is it about mustard. I just thought that would make an awesome title for a blog post and wanted to use it before I forgot about it. I've been neglecting my little blog lately because I was obsessing over making a series of really bad craft videos on YouTube which you can make fun of on my YouTube Channel . I was surprised to find that I really like making them but editing pretty much sucks. And it's not like I'm using Final Cut or anything but even the basic little video editor that comes preloaded on a Mac is tedious. I just spent the last week and a half visiting friends and family in Texas and Louisiana. It was very enjoyable for the most part (I hate driving). I won't bore you with details or mention inappropriate things like how the highlight of my trip was when me and my sister helped to birth the blackhead beast that was living on my mom's back. If you're squeamish, look away now. Picking at each other like...

Did you ever do something that you knew was wrong before you did it but you did it anyway because you really, really wanted to do it? Of course you have. We all have. I just did it again a minute ago. But in my situation I felt like this particular wrong was only half wrong since there was a lot of right about it too. In fact, I actually think the right outweighs the wrong so I probably did more right than wrong and that's pretty much the best we can strive for in this life, right? In fact I am so convinced of the rightness of my actions that I feel comfortable talking about them on the internet which I probably wouldn't do if I truly felt like I had done something wrong because we tend to hide those things. Then again, I guess this is sort of a confession which I wouldn't feel compelled to do if I didn't think that at least part of what I did was wrong. Right? Damn you Jiminy Cricket! So what did I do that was so wrong but oh so right? I stole some stuff out of my neig...

The yard guys came this afternoon and for the 3rd week in a row I watched them blow the dead twigs into a corner in the backyard and leave them there. When Oscar came to the door for his money I took him into the backyard and told him that I watch his guys through the window every week and I've seen them blow the twigs into the corner and walk away. I asked him to please see that they are picked up and he was enthusiastically agreeable. At least I think he was, we have that language barrier thing going on. Satisfied that I had handled the situation with a good balance of firmness and kindness, I came back inside, sat down at my computer desk in the kitchen and ate a piece of cold pizza from yesterday. Jayson was watching TV with his deaf guy earphones on and Taylor was at the barn so the house was peacefully quiet. I heard a noise coming from the direction of the front door but I ignored it since it's been lightly raining off and on today and the wind picks up sometimes. About ...

I've been painting this old bamboo chair for the past couple of days and I think I can now call it done. I had intended to use up 2 cans of Ballet Slipper Pink spray paint that have been in my garage for quite some time. They must have been out there longer than I thought because apparently both cans have gone over to the dark side. Of course, I didn't realize this until I sprayed them onto the chair where they sputtered, spit and spewed all over the place. You know how you think that if you just shake the can and keep on spraying it will get better? Yeah, 2 cans later it never got any better. I had hoped to avoid having to brush paint the chair since it would be a pain with all the little nooks and crannies that the bamboo creates. But since I pretty much ruined it with bad spray paint I was left without a choice. Good spray paint wouldn't hide all the drips and blobs but good chalk paint would if it was extra thick. I can buy the uber chic and expensive Annie S...

Jayson is in Calgary on business this week and he texted me the other day to let me know they had a free day and spent it in Banff. I might be slightly extremely jealous. Banff is one of the most beautiful places on earth...and I've been to a lot of beautiful places. Even if you've never heard of Banff you've probably seen pictures of the area without realizing it. Here are a few: The Canadian Rockies. The Fairmont Banff Springs Hotel from Surprise Corner on Thunder Mountain Road. The turquoise waters of Lake Louise and the impressive Fairmont Chateau. The Sulphur Mountain Gondola. The Hoodoos. You can always find wildlife on the Bow Valley Parkway. Cascade Gardens Jayson then bragged about how he had an elk, spinach, garlic and tomato pizza at the Elk and Oarsman. I wasn't exactly jealous about that. Besides I'm having my own fun today by painting an old chair in 90 degree heat with a heat index of 172. When I came inside for more water Taylor said I was sweating i...

I just love the internet. Sure there's some bad stuff out there that you should avoid and some people should probably steer clear of it completely but for information junkies such as myself it's an eternal fountain of joy. I especially love it when I start looking for one thing then accidentally stumble upon something even more delightful. That happened again this morning. We like squirrels. Some people get upset when squirrels steal all the goodies from their birdfeeders. We get upset when angry birds dive bomb the squirrels in our yard. Especially the blue jays. What's up with them? They are a bird with a bad attitude. About a week ago we caught this little guy chilling out on the fence one afternoon. How cute is that? For some reason Jayson became fascinated with him and started leaving treats on the fence rail for him. Little squirrel loved the grapes but turned his nose up at the broccoli. It wasn't long before the little guy invited his friends over and now they r...

Jayson will be in Calgary all next week then in Aberdeen again at the end of the month so he decided he wanted to add a few pieces to his wardrobe before his trips. Since my husband is incapable of picking out his own clothes I went with him. That sounded really critical but that's not the way I meant it. My husband is brilliant, talented, handsome, funny, and I love him more than air. He just doesn't have very good fashion sense. Bless his heart. This might be partially my fault. Okay, it's probably all my fault. We met at a fitness club 25+ years ago. I thought Jayson had the most beautiful eyes I'd ever seen and he looked pretty darn good in his racquetball shorts. I stalked him for a while but couldn't get him to ask me for a date so I asked him out. When he picked me up I realized that I had never seen him in street clothes before. And I didn't want to see him in them again. Shortly after we started dating regularly I took him shopping and I've been sho...