Archive for November, 2011
Today I’m very simply and unabashedly going to plug the opening of the Sheet Magnet Page on this site. There’s a little tab on the top of the screen…up there…that says Sheet Magnets. Click on it and you’ll enter the world of sheet music cover art, pulp fiction cover art, and words to live by made into magnets for your refrigerator, locker, file cabinet, or tackle box.
This is a collection of all the sheet magnets I’m prepared to make at any given moment. If you like any of them you can just fill out the little form at the bottom of the Sheet Magnet Page and tell me which one(s) you want. Easy as pie!
You can peruse the page and see if you’d like to buy one or seven for some Christmas gifts. I like to think of these as little messages, subversive or otherwise, to leave behind for others. Kind of like how we all know this girl, and wouldn’t she love to be recognized as the corporate ladder climber that she is…
Don’t forget to treat yourself too. Surely you’ll find something that depicts your life to a tee…
Auntie B’s Sheet Magnets will be available here forever, so be sure to remember this site as your source for cheap thrills and naughty tidbits, along with some very respectable trinkets too.
It’s kind of a bad thing to start the week off with talk of failure, but I have to get it out of my system so the rest of the week can go smoothly and with much success. Can’t let failure stew inside you know.
First of all I’m trashing the whole NaNoWriMo thing. I’m taking the little badge off my sidebar and accepting the fact that I completely botched it up except for the 507 words I wrote on the first day. But in my defense there was this thing going on in my life where I had to support Husby. Frankly, being available in times of strokes and broken hips and overall aging parent issues are much more important than writing a novel. Besides guess what? If I want to write a novel I can do that any time throughout the year! NaNoWriMo is a great program to help with motivation though.
Second of all I failed to report on the latest Dive Night adventure. Why? Because I am so utterly ashamed of the pictures I took. Really. That’s the only reason. We went to The Groveland Tap and the food was excellent.
The appetizers of deep fried pickle spears and deep fried mac-and-cheese balls were exceptional. I can’t even remember what the others in the group had for burgers, but I’ll never forget the fish burger I had, made from talapia, walleye, and shrimp. Yum! Please forgive me for the sorry Dive Night report. Also please visit The Groveland Tap for some really good food.
So, whew. Now that my failures are out in the open I feel free to go on to better things. Thanks for listening, and have a nice day.
It’s early Saturday morning. The weekend, which started on Wednesday around 4:00 p.m., has been a marvelous one so far. I don’t normally post anything on Saturday or Sunday but here I am, up before the crack of dawn, feeling compelled.
What am I writing about today? I’m not really sure.
I could talk about Thanksgiving Day, which turned out to be the most laid back and stress-free Thanksgiving I’ve had in years. Husby and I were on our own for the meal, which consisted of shrimp scampi (unbelievably easy to make!), baked potatoes, herbed vegetables, and a refreshing and festive raspberry applesauce jello salad. Of course I can’t neglect to mention the ever-famous Harriet’s Pumpkin Pie.
I could also talk about our time in Taylors Falls working the Holiday at the Depot show yesterday. Did I say “working?” It was more like a social gathering of very cool people complete with interesting and entertaining conversation, delectable goodies, and amazing craftsmanship and art. Throw in the visitors to the show and voila, we had ourselves a paid day of partying.
I could also mention how Husby and I are venturing out this afternoon to choose the perfect Christmas tree to grace our home for the season. We’ll be off to the farm with saw in hand in just a few short hours. The afternoon will be ours to have a little glass of wine and a movie, or whatever else suits our fancy.
There is an overwhelming feeling of contentment consuming me. I think that’s what I want to write about. The stress, sadness, and uncertainty of the prior three weeks of this month have toned themselves down a bit and I’m getting into a new groove complete with positive attitude and new priorities. It feels good to be able to slow down mentally and to regain some control once again.
Still dark outside and quiet as a tomb, the winter creeps upon us. For me the dormant season is a time to reflect, reorganize, slow down and savor. How I love this time of year.
A grateful heart is a joyful heart.
Happy Thanksgiving, everyone.
We were finally graced with our first snowfall in Minnesota. I know a lot of people feel like they were cheated out of a proper summer as winter was slow to leave last time around, but I’m once again feeling renewed and refreshed with the drifting flakes.
With this first snowfall I made the obligatory adjustment to our sleeping quarters to accommodate the forthcoming cold temperatures ~ flannel sheets. And even better than that is the most cozy, warm, fluffy feather bed. Trust me, when you have a feather bed you’ll have a hard time getting up on those dark, cold, snowy mornings, but the six to eight hours spent cuddled up in flannel sheets on a bedding of soft feathers is worth the agony of leaving it for your day.
As I was making up the winter bed, I couldn’t help but think of a song from my past. If you’re from my era you’ll definitely remember the artist if not the song itself. Help yourself to this uber nerdy blast from the past, and if you don’t already have one think about picking up a feather bed for yourself this winter.