Do you ever give names to things that usually don’t have names?

Our family gives all kinds of names to all kinds of things. One thing we’ve given a name to is our dishwasher.

Her name is Myrtle.

Yes, you heard right, our dishwasher is a girl. Several months ago, for some reason, she started moaning as the wash cycle finishes, and also as the rinse cycle finishes. We may find out she needs a repair, but so far she just moans. Any Harry Potter fan will remember “Moaning Myrtle” the girl who was killed in the girls lavatory. Well, that’s where we got the name.

Well I better go and load Myrt! Happy dishwashing!

(By the way the picture above isn’t Myrtle, it’s Maude we saw her on the internet.);]

I saw these at the thrift store the other day.

I’m sure that the person who bought these originally was in heaven, but I was amazed at the weirdness of these shoes.

Just thought I’d share!

My darlin’, not touching the fitness equipment!

So me and my sweetie pie have had a few struggles with money from time to time in our marriage. We are very blessed mind you, wealthy compared to the world. That being said, we still have run a little short on funds from time to time when we needed it. There was a particular time in our marriage that we needed to find some income. We decided to “donate” plasma. I don’t know why they call it “donating”, because you get paid when you do it. It’s not a bad gig. Since we both were planning on doing it, we decided to call it a date and go together. Sounds fun, right? We would sit next to each other. They had TV’s and there were ear phones we used to listen, so we wouldn’t disturb others watching their show. We would always pick the same show, which happened to be Northern Exposure. We both love that show. It is not on TV anymore, but it was on in the 1990’s. One particular time, while we watched one of our favorite episodes, we both started laughing. We were laughing so hard we had tears streaming down our faces. Everyone was looking at us, wondering what in the world was going on with us. Finally, one of the employees came to check on us, and was wondering why we were laughing so hard. When we told him what we were watching he just a got a big smile on his face and said, “Oh yeah, that is a funny show.” When I look back on the days we dated at the plasma center, I am so happy we had that opportunity. It was a blessing and fun at the same time.

Check out this short clip of Northern Exposure!

This is an Ice Cream Roller.

If you’d like one, I don’t know for sure where you could get one. I don’t think they make them anymore. We got it from a family we lived by years ago. We have used it off and on. The Ice Cream Roller has two containers, an inner container and the outer one you see. What you do is put the ingredients to make ice cream in the inner container. Then you put that container inside the outer container, and in the space between them you put ice and salt. Then you roll it back and forth between two or more people. It is a fun thing to do as a family. After a while, you open it up and eat the tasty treat. Yum!

Now for the “Desperate Measures” part of the story. Sometimes you just need some yummy ice cream a little faster. Sometimes you’re desperate for it, but you just don’t have the strength to work for it. My cute little darlin came up with a great idea. He decided to use the treadmill to make the ice cream. I bet you’ve never heard that before. He put the roller on the treadmill, started it up and put something at the back end of the treadmill to stop the Ice Cream Roller from rolling off the treadmill. There it was just rolling and rolling while we did other things. After a short time our delicious treat was ready and our taste buds were in heaven.

Desperate times call for desperate measures!

At my favorite convenience store a sign went up, “Drive through OPEN 24 hours!” I was thinking, “How nice of them to consider that I may need a drink in the middle of the night, now I know why they’re my favorite.” I felt a sense of comfort in the back of my mind.

On my late night drive to pick up Flexy from work, I was excited knowing that after picking him up I could make my way to the drive through.  I pulled up and there were no lights on. What!?! The nerve! I saw someone inside, so I motioned for them to come to the window. I said, “You’re not open? I thought you were open 24 hours?” She told us that they didn’t have enough business to stay open all night, apparently I’m the only one that was excited about the new hours. So I pulled away and went to another convenience store.

The next day, I went in the store to get my refill. The manager was at the front of the store. I said, “I’m very disgruntled that your drive through was closed last night when I came!” (I was disgruntled in a none threatening way) He said, “We have Dr. Phil on speed dial, if you want to talk to him.” I said, “No.” He said, “How about Dr. Drew?” I said, “No thanks, I’m gonna go back here (I pointed to the back where the fountain drinks were) and have a chat with Dr. Pepper! I know I’ll feel better then!” Everyone listening laughed and I got my drink. “It’s just what the Dr. ordered.” Right?

One of my favorite Christmas decorations is the

Fisher Price Nativity.

I love to watch the daycare kids play with it. They have so much fun with it, and love it. The other day as they were playing with it. They were having a ball putting the different characters in different locations. They pulled all of the other Fisher Price toys out. Within minutes the kids were putting all of the characters together on all of the different Fisher Price toys.

My very favorite thing was when they put Baby Jesus on the roller coaster and on the Ferris Wheel to go for a ride. How darling! They would say, “Let’s let Baby Jesus go for a ride!” They had so much fun with the Nativity. I’ll put it away now till next year. They will enjoy it more if I don’t have it out all year.

I’m glad that Fisher Price made a Nativity that children can handle and play with. They usually don’t get to handle and play with a Nativity. I love it!

I’ve been wanting to paint our bedroom for some time now.

I found a beautiful golden honey paint and we got to work, no drop clothes, and no tape.

I said to my darlin, “Are you sure you don’t need a drop clothe?”

And he said, “Drop clothes are for sissies!”

Well, alrighty then.