My fake plants died because I did not pretend to water them.
~Mitch Hedberg
(My fake sunflowers through a fish eye lens)
Thursday, September 6, 2012
Day Two Hundred Fifty 2012
My fake plants died because I did not pretend to water them.
~Mitch Hedberg
(My fake sunflowers through a fish eye lens)
Wednesday, September 5, 2012
Day Two Hundred Forty Nine 2012
"If I had known grandchildren were this much fun I would have had them first."
~Author: Unknown
Tuesday, September 4, 2012
Day Two Hundred Forty Eight 2012
Hubby Neil had the day off today. We finally made it to a local indoor shooting range this morning and did some target practice with a .22 we recently bought and also one of son in law Jerry's handguns, a Glock. This is the first time either one of us has fired a handgun. Neil did very well. He never strayed from center. (The guy next to us was shooting at a zombie target.) (Another guy was firing an AK47. Sounded like a canon going off. I feared for my hearing, even with ear protection.)
On the other hand, it took me several shots before I got used to the sight. My shots went all over the place at first, but I got better at it. I did hit a few center. The .22 is pretty easy, but that Glock certainly has a kick!
We used the same target, but it's easy to see who was the better shot. Neil hit the head shot dead center (so to speak). We're going to take the handgun safety class and get our permits to carry a weapon. We really enjoyed the target practice and look forward to doing this again soon.
On a much lighter note, grandson Knox is here for a visit along with his mom and dad. He's nine months old now and is crawling all over the place.
He is so sweet and funny. He's waving and clapping his hands now and has his own little vocabulary.
Grandson Elijah played his first Fall Ball-T Ball game this evening. He loves batting, but he made several plays fielding, getting two or three outs. His team has red shirts and they played a team with black shirts. No formal team names and they don't keep score in Fall Ball.
Good job, Elijah! Good kid.
After the ball game, Knox's dad Kerry sat him down in the grass. He had the best time pulling it up and throwing it around. It's the little things. Life is good.
Monday, September 3, 2012
Day Two Hundred Forty Seven 2012
LABOR DAY
No picnic for us today. All Neil and I did was work around the house. He spent his Lowe’s gift cards and bought this nifty chain saw attachment for his weed eater.
And this is what he did with it. There were piles of tree and bush limbs laying all over the yard when he finished. Well, finished for today. Nothing like a new toy.
It’s Monday which is always laundry day around here. I did that plus wash windows, starting with the ones in all the doors—inside and outside = 138 panes of glass. I haven’t even begun to clean the regular windows yet. Labor Day, indeed.
After supper, we landed in Dogwood Park with our camp chairs to soak up some local culture and cool breezes and listened to the Cookeville Community Band play their last concert of the season.
This is the first time we’ve attended one of their concerts. I told Neil I can’t believe we’ve never been. They played marches, swing tunes, New Orleans jazz, and the concert ended with Rocky Top, a Tennessee fan favorite. Good times.
Happy Labor Day, America!
No picnic for us today. All Neil and I did was work around the house. He spent his Lowe’s gift cards and bought this nifty chain saw attachment for his weed eater.
And this is what he did with it. There were piles of tree and bush limbs laying all over the yard when he finished. Well, finished for today. Nothing like a new toy.
It’s Monday which is always laundry day around here. I did that plus wash windows, starting with the ones in all the doors—inside and outside = 138 panes of glass. I haven’t even begun to clean the regular windows yet. Labor Day, indeed.
After supper, we landed in Dogwood Park with our camp chairs to soak up some local culture and cool breezes and listened to the Cookeville Community Band play their last concert of the season.
This is the first time we’ve attended one of their concerts. I told Neil I can’t believe we’ve never been. They played marches, swing tunes, New Orleans jazz, and the concert ended with Rocky Top, a Tennessee fan favorite. Good times.
Happy Labor Day, America!
Sunday, September 2, 2012
Day Two Hundred Forty Six 2012
I’ve heard it all my life—don’t wear white after Labor Day (especially dress shoes) (and not before Easter). So today I will enjoy lounging around in my comfy white capris while it’s still acceptable to do so, although I doubt in my neck of the woods there will be any fashion police to arrest me if I decide to wear them again on Tuesday. And maybe I just will. I found the little essay below on this subject because I never really knew why we honor this silly dress code, so I thought I’d share it with you, in case you were wondering……
Wearing white in the summer makes sense. Desert peoples have known for thousands of years that white clothing seems to keep you a little bit cooler than other colors. But wearing white only during the summer? While no one is completely sure exactly when or why this fashion rule came into effect, our best guess is that it had to do with snobbery in the late 1800s.
The wives of the super-rich ruled high society with an iron fist after the Civil War. As more and more people became millionaires, though, it was difficult to tell the difference between old money, respectable families, and those who only had vulgar new money. By the 1880s, in order to tell who was acceptable and who wasn’t, the women who were already “in” felt it necessary to create dozens of fashion rules that everyone in the know had to follow. That way, if a woman showed up at the opera in a dress that cost more than most Americans made in a year, but it had the wrong sleeve length, other women would know not to give her the time of day.
Not wearing white outside the summer months was another one of these silly rules. White was for weddings and resort wear, not dinner parties in the fall. Of course it could get extremely hot in September, and wearing white might make the most sense, but if you wanted to be appropriately attired you just did not do it. Once Labor Day became a federal holiday in 1894, society adopted it as the natural endpoint for summer fashion.
Not everyone followed this rule. Even some socialites continued to buck the trend, most famously Coco Chanel, who wore white year-round. But even though the rule was originally enforced by only a few hundred women, over the decades it trickled down to everyone else. By the 1950s, women’s magazines made it clear to middle class America: white clothing came out on Memorial Day and went away on Labor Day.
These days the fashion world is much more relaxed about what colors to wear and when, but every year you will still hear people say that white after Labor Day is unacceptable, all thanks to some snobby millionaires over 100 years ago.
Read the full text here: http://www.mentalfloss.com/blogs/archives/140464#ixzz25LEtFopX
--brought to you by mental_floss!
Wearing white in the summer makes sense. Desert peoples have known for thousands of years that white clothing seems to keep you a little bit cooler than other colors. But wearing white only during the summer? While no one is completely sure exactly when or why this fashion rule came into effect, our best guess is that it had to do with snobbery in the late 1800s.
The wives of the super-rich ruled high society with an iron fist after the Civil War. As more and more people became millionaires, though, it was difficult to tell the difference between old money, respectable families, and those who only had vulgar new money. By the 1880s, in order to tell who was acceptable and who wasn’t, the women who were already “in” felt it necessary to create dozens of fashion rules that everyone in the know had to follow. That way, if a woman showed up at the opera in a dress that cost more than most Americans made in a year, but it had the wrong sleeve length, other women would know not to give her the time of day.
Not wearing white outside the summer months was another one of these silly rules. White was for weddings and resort wear, not dinner parties in the fall. Of course it could get extremely hot in September, and wearing white might make the most sense, but if you wanted to be appropriately attired you just did not do it. Once Labor Day became a federal holiday in 1894, society adopted it as the natural endpoint for summer fashion.
Not everyone followed this rule. Even some socialites continued to buck the trend, most famously Coco Chanel, who wore white year-round. But even though the rule was originally enforced by only a few hundred women, over the decades it trickled down to everyone else. By the 1950s, women’s magazines made it clear to middle class America: white clothing came out on Memorial Day and went away on Labor Day.
These days the fashion world is much more relaxed about what colors to wear and when, but every year you will still hear people say that white after Labor Day is unacceptable, all thanks to some snobby millionaires over 100 years ago.
Read the full text here: http://www.mentalfloss.com/blogs/archives/140464#ixzz25LEtFopX
--brought to you by mental_floss!
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