Thursday Thought...

Hmm.
As I gaze at my new 40 gallon gas hot water heater
Which I paid my hard earned saved cash for-
I still continue to believe this is an item only
Parents and grandparents purchase--
Certainly not me.
I guess I did need it.
Hot water is a great thing.
However my mind swims with
Thoughts of what I could have used
Those green papers for--
Ya know--a FUN purchase-
Like a bunch of Blue Bell ice cream as I
Watch my new 60 inch flat screen TV.
Sometimes being an adult can be overrated.

Waterslide On (decals!)

Began to think I could not locate any decal paper except online. I hated the thought of buying more than I needed--especially if it didn't work. In my quest for clear transfers, I've mastered packing tape, contact paper, and Omni Gel (GREAT quality!) Yet, I didn't like the finished transfer product on the terra cotta pots. Even found Avery Clear Sticker Project Paper--which I didn't know existed. I'm sure it may look OK--except I printed on the WRONG sheet of the paper. My photos weren't that good/dark. Then came the Testors Decal Paper. I did find the paper at a little Mom and Pop hobby store. Actually right after I bought the Avery Stickers in a Wal-mart, and as I made my way to Starbucks, I saw the name of the store. I scurried in to be met with dozens of model trains and cars. The young man took me to the Testors Decal Paper display. Testors paper is for waterslide decals made printed by an inkjet printer. The 6 clear sheets are 5 1/2 x 8 1/2. With out further a-do, here is my decal:
Right now my decal dries on top of a paper towel undisturbed--just like the directions said. It will stay there overnight. Curious if it will look different in the morning. Most important, what will the decal look like on one of my pots?
Stay tuned.

Terra Cotta Cute....Maybe

Have I finished a pot yet? Uh...well....

Let's say I'm real good at getting the pots primed. My cup of impatience runneth over. My 8 inch pots, which from now on, are called 'big pots' just haven't been the 'vision' I have for them. Close, yet not quite the dish of cookies' n cream I imagine.

Over the weekend, I thought about 4 inch pots. Which somewhere around this adventure was a thought to use. I have co-workers that are leaving the company. I'd like to give them a little something that reminds them of me. So I began to fiddle with 4 inch pots and pictures.

I realize my biggest issue (with myself) is that I don't give myself permission to 'just try'--I don't need to have the pot covered or think I must. A few months, I discovered I was a minimalist. I may like big and bold, yet to not over do it. That's what I've done on some test run pots.

Already went to Wal-mart and got my Folk Art acrylic blue paints. Michael's has it's own brand for about 40 cents cheaper. It would cost me more in gas to go to the nearest Michael's. To the point I bout know all of Folk Art's colors.

Will paint my primed 4 inch pots tonight. I think they will be cute. You're gonna hafta trust me on that.

I may show you later...maybe

And...

As I walked out of church today, I thought the weather folks LIED. Sun bright. Sky blue. Temperature hovered near 70. WHERE was this rain and chilly temps they spoke of? Well, 20 minutes later, as I pulled into the Wal-mart close to my house (the one I really don't care for), rain pounded the windshield. When I stepped from my car, the wind stabbed thru me.

Joy.

With the weather so nice, just moments before, I couldn't wait to take a walk. Maybe crack the windows open for fresh air in the house. Well, the umpteen degree drop in temp detoured me from that. The winds grew more cold. And rain gave my car a wash it so needed. The weather folks talk snow maybe tomorrow night. We'll see about that too!

Oh well. Part of Pastor Rickie Rush's message today, was about endurance.

Those messages can be just right on time.

Wednesday Road Trip

I go to Wal-mart. And I know not everybody does, but I do. There are locations I like better than others. Tonight I journeyed to the one I like best. The problem is, this Wal-mart is by the apartment where I use to live. It's the Wal-mart, where I frequented, especially the day I was sprung from the hospital, almost four years.

Yep, the day Movie Man picked me up and I inhaled my fresh air for the first time in three weeks, and we headed to this location to get my meds and groceries. That was the day, plus a couple others, I drove the little cart in the Wal-mart. Ran over everything-people and shelves as we made our way to the pharmacy. Yes, people did laughed.

To get to the point, today I drove a good 15 miles--(more miles when I drove back to my house) to get to this Wal-mart. Sure, I have one just down the road from my house--NO. Then one, right by work-MAYBE. So, knew I had gas in my Pumpkin so off to the Wal-mart I LIKE, I zipped. The speed limit is 70 mph, so there in now time. The speed limit also prevented my Blue Bell Butter Pecan Ice Cream to melt....

I digress.

The point is, this Wal-mart has been remodeled. I LIKED it before it got gussied up. Now I LIKE it even more! Clean, wide aisles, bright and just inviting. I told the cashier, I didn't live in that part of town anymore, but this was my favorite Wal-mart, and I had to visit it. She smiled and said, "It is very pretty, isn't it?"

So if you will excuse me, I have ice cream to savor --and yes, I drank ALL my water today--and my ponder of the next 'roll back' to the old neighborhood...

Come Saturday Morning Part III

….it’s pretty much Saturday Evening now. I’m exhausted. The 100 degree Dallas heat didn’t help much. Nonetheless, my writers’ group was uplifting. We realize we need to submit more, to get our words out there. Whether the feedback is bad or good—our words need to be out there. In fact the name of our group is ‘Honor the Words’—because in the end that’s all we have: words.

I’m not as comatose as I thought I would be due to racquetball. Exhausted, but not as weary as I pictured. I was, though, ravenous. With the recent groceries I purchased---last night--I didn’t want any of it tonight. So I ventured out to get some Tex-Mex grub. Which is literally 5 minutes from my bungalow.

As I walked back to my car, with my supper in hand, I gave pause. The part of Dallas, where I moved from, was a bit more new. Had those four Wal-marts in just a few miles radius of me: north, south, east and west-which I enjoyed—and some malls. Yet, where I reside now, is older (like me) and bursts with variety (also, I hope like me). Where I lived before, I couldn’t go into a Vietnamese market to purchase a watermelon due to there was no Vietnamese market in that same radius as the Wal-marts. I surveyed the businesses. Sure, there are some chains, yet the flavor of the area is neopolitan aka variety. Always something to choose from.

I like that.

Now my food awaits, along with a cat to fight me for it, and the DVR remote…