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Tulip’s Tales

  • Cold enough for ya?

    Posted on Thursday, December 1, 2011

    I shared this on FB yesterday, but it’s so cute, I have to share here too.

    At 65 degrees, Arizonans turn on the heat. People in South Dakotans plant gardens.

     At 60, Californians shiver uncontrollably. People in South Dakota sunbathe.

     At 50, Italian & Spanish cars won’t start. People in South Dakota drive with the windows down..

     At 40, Georgians don coats, thermal underwear, gloves, wool hats. People in South Dakota throw on a flannel shirt.

     At 35, New York landlords ...finally turn up the heat. People in South Dakota have the last cookout before it gets cold.

     At 20, People in Miami all die. South Dakotans close their windows.

     At 0, Californians fly away to Mexico . People in South Dakota get out their winter coats.

     At 10 below zero, Hollywood disintegrates. The Girl Scouts in South Dakota are selling cookies door to door.

     At 20 below, Washington DC runs out of hot air. (Ya think? Nah.). People in South Dakota let their dogs sleep indoors.
    At 30 below, Santa Claus abandons the North Pole. South Dakotans get upset because they can’t start the snowmobile.

     At 40 below, ALL atomic motion stops. People in South Dakota start saying...“Cold enough for ya,

     At 50 below, hell freezes over. South Dakota public schools will open 2 hours late.

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  • Nothing on my Agenda

    Posted on Wednesday, November 30, 2011

    So... I went down the street tonight for my knitting group get together.  It’s not our regularly scheduled night, but we had to have a little going away party for one of our members.

    At one point during the evening I boldly made the comment that I have nothing on my immediate agenda for at least the next week.  If I got my kitchen manager job (which I’m fairly sure of) I wouldn’t start till the end of next week at the very soonest.  So.... “nothing on my agenda”

    LOL!  Famous last words.  Tomorrow I have to go clean house for an old client of mine. Friday I have to make costumes for the Christmas programs at church.  Friday night I have a play to go to with a friend.  Saturday afternoon and evening I have a board meeting.  Sunday, family dinner.  Tuesday, knitting Christmas party....

    And I haven’t even started getting out Christmas decorations!
    And I still haven’t scheduled my annual Christas Baking Extravaganza.  Good thing I got my massage in today, not sure when I’d fit it into my “empty” agenda.  

    One of these days I’ll learn to keep my mouth shut and keep a low profile.

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  • Will trade!

    Posted on Tuesday, November 22, 2011

    I love my kids, but............

    This morning I would trade anyone a 24 yr old red headed bookkeeper for, oh say maybe a cute little kindergartener.

    This kid, yesterday texts me some gibberish that I didn’t understand.  Turns out she hit a lot of wrong letters because she was texting and driving.  frown   Then she finally called to say she got a shiny new worthless piece of paper in the mail.  She’s made the dean’s list for the first term of school.   She is taking on-line classes working toward her bachelor’s degree in accounting.

    Let me just tell you...... that dean’s list honor makes her sound a lot brighter than she really is!!!!!  I’ve been telling her for months that she won’t be able to use her washing machine this winter because everything will freeze up.  It sits in her unheaded back porch.  I told her before it gets cold she’ll have to drain the lines, etc.

    So, over the weekend we had temps down to zero.  Things FREEZE UP.  Yesterday she was concerned because she had water all over the back porch and her fancy high tech washing machine won’t work...  hmmmmm.  Give me credit friends, I did not say “I told you so!”  I wanted to, but I kept my mouth shut.

    This moring, when I’m planning to do laundry and pack for vacation, guess who has MY washing machine full of HER clothes.  And, I don’t suppose my litte goth cashier will be far behind with her laundry basket.

    I taught them at very very young ages (Like 8) to run the washing machine.  Somewhere along the line they seem to have missed some lessons about sorting and moving things on to the dryer and NOT LETTING YOUR WASHER FREEZE!

    Nobody warned me when they put that little buncle of baby in my arms that diapers and saying “don’t put that in your mouth” were going to be the EASY parts of mothering.

    Dean’s list honors kid—will trade for semi-literate kindergartener.

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  • Changing Careers

    Posted on Wednesday, October 19, 2011

    Well as most of you know by now.  I’m about out of a job.  I’ve got two days left at the restaurant and then we lock the doors.  This has had me in quite an emotional turmoil.  I’ve loved my job, but it’s so physically demanding that I’m in pain all the time.  I’ve dithered now for two month, trying to figure out what I want to do next (other than take some much needed time off).  I’m still not sure what I WANT to do next.  But... I’m just about to hit “send” on an email that if things go as hoped will change my career.  Scary stuff!!!!

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  • Upheaval

    Posted on Sunday, September 18, 2011

    My household and my life have been up-heaved.
    Is it because I am facing immenent unemployment with no idea what to do next?  Is it because my youngest daughter quit her job without notice, so is down to working ten hours a week at one job and has no references?  Is it because the oldest daughter had ended a long term relationship and is moving out on her own and is six hours away from home?

    Nope.  None of that is what’s keeping me up nights, causing me to miss my afternoon nap and generally turning my routine inside out.  No, we got a puppy.

    I’ve had dogs since the day I was born and all my life long except for the last two years.  I’ve been wanting to get a dog again and The Man keeps saying no. My first dog was a young black lab mix named Dinger.  He was my constant companion and babysitter when I was a toddler.  After him there were many many dogs, but I am sure he is the reason I am partial to big dogs. Big or small though, I’ve loved them all.

    For one reason or another, most of my adult life, my dogs have come to me full grown and so I’ve forgotten about puppies.  The last puppy I had was twenty two years ago.  My son was six weeks old and I took him to town for his checkup and brought along home a six week old black lab/golden retriever pup.   There I was.  Twenty two years old, trying to potty train a two year old daughter who was hell on wheels, trying to house train a hyper Lab pup and with a special needs baby.  That portion of my life is somewhat of a blur, but I remember trying to clean lots of assorted messed out of orange shag carpet.

    Fast forward to now when The Man and I are empty nesters who’ve been without the love of a dog for two years.  Youngest daughter texts and says her employer is giving away mastiff cross puppies and send a picture.  Now who can resist a picture of a puppy?  And The Man has always wanted a mastiff.  Gracie brings us a puppy and we are both instantly smitten.

    But goodness, I’d forgotten about puppies.  I’ve been up at three with the baby, I’ve been up at five, I’ve gone and bought special food because giant breeds have special nurtrition needs.  I’ve missed out on afternoon naps and generally had my daily schedule demolished.  No dog has slept in my bed since my Tigerdog was run over twenty three years ago (just before the last puppy).  I don’t like dog hair in my bed, nor all the dust and junk they bring in on their coat and I have let this little bundle of fur sleep with me any time she wants to.  My ankles, my furniture, my teddy bear, my knitting and the end of my braid all bear the marks of little razor sharp baby teeth.  My livingroom is littered with every chew toy ever invented that The Man has brought home for her.  I’ve cleaned up poop and pee without swearing.  I’ve dragged myself out of bed at 2 am because she needed to go out and then stayed up an hour to play because she wasn’t sleepy.  I’ve even took her to the cow doctor for puppy shots at the proper time.

    Then Wednesday I took our little Sage on her first outing to the post office. She’d already met Marty and Molly from down the street, but she met a lot of new people.  One of those people asked me if she was going to be a house dog.  Around here, most dogs are not.  They are farm dogs and that’s the way it is.  And Marty laughed and said, “Oh she’s already pretty spoiled.”  And I found myself blushing and saying, “We‘re turning into that crazy middle aged couple of empty nesters who start treating their dog like a kid.”

    And it’s true.  We are turning into those people.  And I don’t care.

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  • Big Changes Ahead

    Posted on Monday, August 29, 2011

    Wow! Friends, I’ve had such a morning I’m not even sure where to start.  I think to start with I’ll relist my items I’m grateful for today.  Some of these items have turned out to be almost ironic since I posted them this morning.

    1. a beautiful foggy morning
    2. finally getting some restful sleep after tossing and turning a lot
    3. the fact that I work for great people
    4. my day off
    5.finished projects

    So yesterday I told my daughter that today I am taking my day off (see #4) seriously and staying home all day.  And then I told her that since I’ve said that, someone will call and want me to do something.  Yep!  Sure enough.  My great boss I work for (see #3) texted and asked if I could stop out at work about 10.   Well sure.

    When I got to the cafe the waitress was putting a sign on the door that said closed till 11 for repairs and locking the door.  Holy cow said the little voice in my head, this is something big.

    I never dreamed.  The waitress and I joked that they were going to fire us all.  The boss assured us that wasn’t the case.

    Well, in a way it turned out to be true.  The bosses got an offer they can’t refuse and sold the business.  They’ll be locking the door for good on November 3.  

    I started work at that cafe many years ago as a part time job “just so I can get the kids’ dentist bill paid off“.  Well that was almost 12 years ago.  On and off, I’ve invested nine years of my life in that place and now that chapter is over.

    I’m shocked and yet I’m not surprised.  I have no idea where I’m going from here.  I have SO many opportunities in front of me that I’m mind boggled.

    I went and had lunch with my parents, just to have a sounding board, because the dog just wasn’t giving me much feedback.

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