I am visiting with you, searching for type keys through the most swollen red and watery right eye on the planet. If you were sitting in front of me, you would be turning away because my eyes would be making your eyes water.
I feel like I have pipe cleaners with feathers in my nostrils. Any attempted inhaling through my nose leads to Ah, ah, ah, ahhhchooooooo. For good measure, let's not forget to throw in the fact that I also feel like someone hit me with a frying pan on the forehead, right above my eyebrows.
I am not shamelessly looking for sympathy, I am not whining, and I promise, I am not being sarcastic :) It just seems, my golden Roman warrior shield of anti-allergens (10+ years of 4 allergy shots, twice a week) has abandoned me.
Unless it is a curse from some witch. But that would be a tad far fetched. Right?
How can happy lil' green plants be sooo mean? And then they get upset when someone calls them weeds? Shhhhheesh, the nerve of them...
I kind of brought this, no wait, I did in fact bring this on myself. The rains, have caused our once manicured back yard to grow eye level weeds, with small tree like trunks. Our helper never showed up to help mow them down. We waited for two weeks, but no sign of him...
So, I have been going out day after day, tackling the acreage with my long handled sickle (a scythe, is what it really is, but I have gotten used to calling it a sickle), and hacking weeds down myself. I was impressed with the excercise value, and the wonderful feeling of hacking them down. Talk about releasing any frustrations. I used my best tennis moves, with good follow through ;)
I covered tons of ground. I could be heard through the neighborhood crying out things like "take that you evil little buggers." And, "Hack, argh, get out, you nasty horrid things." There were cauliflower looking bushels under each weed. Gooey and thick. Weed effervescence would shoot up in the air, as I whacked them down.
What on earth was I thinking??????
I am putting my sickle away forever.
I don't think I should even be asking questions like "have you seen my sickle?" I mean, who do I think I am?
So, after a couple of days of weed whacking, I got sickled.
You see, one thing you might not know about me, is that I am overwhelmingly determined. Sometimes to a detriment. I take on HUGE projects alone (while in heels sometimes). You need that giant armoire moved, don't worry, I can do it. You car alarm doesn't work? Don't worry I will figure it out (even if it takes me all night and a day). Your toilet is leaking, allow me. Which leads to, oh the acreage has 5 ft. weeds, don't fret, I'll do it myself with my super munchkin girl sickle. Aye aye aye...
The silly thing is, I don't know the accurate names of tools, but I can describe them. I ask questions like, "You know that little tool, that turns those little nut things, that you can tighten?"
"You mean a wrench?"
"Ya ya, you got one of those?"
I might even ask, "Can I just look in your tool box myself?" (I also carry my own little tool set in my car, which most of us should do anyway)
Well, a wrench is just what I needed yesterday, when I attempted something I had never done before, nor seen done. Something, that, for a girl who owns 2, 3-wheel bikes, I should know how to do with no problems.
You see, I was done asking for help from men. I have been asking for months for someone to help me put a new tube in my tire.
I had had it, I was taking things into my own hands.
4 hours later, and lots of mosquito bites plus upside down maneuvers...
I did it!! Woo hooooo!
New and lovely. I figured it out, got the tube in, then weasled that tire back over it, put the bike back together and filled the tires with air...
I jumped on the thing, and looked just like a cartoon. I was ready to speed off when the pedals went round and round, and I went nowhere.
I jumped off, in my tool time mode, and, oh no!
The chain came loose. So, there I go, taking the darn thing apart again. And getting the chain back on (not easy)... I was screaming, fists flailing in the air. (don't forget I have a bit of Latin blood)
Just as the moon came out...
I was off!
It felt great, the wheels felt like I was pedaling on clouds. My vintage Schwinn was all smiles...
I rode up and down the road. Then I heard crack, snap, crrrick. I jumped off, only to find that, the little geary thingamajig inside is broken. So, once again, my bike needs an operation. Only this time, I am putting it in my suv and taking it to a professional...
For now, I am just sticking to drawing...
And playing with pretty things.
I am staying out of the weeds, and making myself useful in other ways :)
Like plotting a new thriftventure for you! So how about it? I have one that is something I myself am in love with. I am a book hoglette, so this one is extra hard to part with.
This week's thriftventure giveaway is, Balzac's, The Girl with the Golden Eyes...
A love story ( I had never read it), which has a marvelous cover that I just couldn't resist. It is translated from French to English. It has super duper wonderful old pages, and no print date.
I just love the look of it... So, if the content is good, it is just bonus to a lovely book ;)
There you have it. Leave your name for the drawing, and I will pull a name out of the hat in a couple of days.
I am off to enjoy this months Domino. Lot's of good stuff...
And to prepare for a fun event this upcoming week. I am a horrid girl for not sharing this sooner. I have a terrible memory I tell ya. Just terrible. But, my friend Lisa and her friend Terisa, are having a fun interactive event. Project Blogway. I should have told you sooner, it will be fun, and you should jump in if you can... It is right up my alley, a life size garment made out of paper, is the task...
It doesn't have to be a whole dress. It could be an apron, or a blouse or a skirt... Anything, but paper paper paper.... See the link above for details.
Now, I must be off, I am suffering majorly here. I feel like I have a hedgehog caught between my nose and my eyeballs...
I am off to breathe and dream of being carried off to a dreamland beyond the realms of my wildest imagination...
See you soooon!! ♥ V
