All This Peter Is Just Too Much

That's not something that most husbands hear on a daily basis. And yet, it's what I complained about all day long today.

Recently, Vern has been reading Peter Walsh's book, "Does This Clutter Make My Butt Look Big?" which explores the connection between clutter and weight control.

I've been hearing "Peter says this" and "Peter recommends that" for days now regarding the kitchen. Peter apparently thinks we need to clean out our refrigerator and pantry and get rid of any excess food that we aren't going to use this week.

While I wouldn't say we are going THAT far, we did decide to work together on cleaning out both of our refrigerators and our pantry shelves to rid them of outdated food or food that we simply know we aren't interested in anymore.

Don't let the photos fool you. We DID work together on this; Vern didn't do ALL the work.

Now, if Peter would just come finish my kitchen, I'd be all over him.

Hope Appears Lost. Send Cocktails.

I ran across this awesome site (http://wordle.net/) that creates word clouds from speeches, text, poetry, and websites. The larger the word in your cloud, the more often it appears in the text that you submitted.

I submitted my blog, and this is what it came up with.

So let's consider this for a minute. What the heck is going on with my blogging and thought process that the word "feet" is the most prominent word on my entire blog? Followed quickly by cocktail, power, and fat.

Then there are the words that aren't so prominent but make me wonder what kind of people are finding my blog through Google searches. Words like whips, cheating, gulped, unstable, and nastiness.

Worse yet are the sentences that can be formed from these words:

• Definitely making another drink.
• Unstable toilet might eventually make nastiness.
• Disclaimer: Fat makes wrinkles look scary.
• Pretty hot nurses enjoy curing.
• Hope appears lost. Send cocktails.

It's like a bad version of those refrigerator magnet words.

The Answer, My Friend, Is Blowing in the Wind

The answer might be blowing in the wind, but I hate it when my hair is.

The air conditioning in my Jeep isn't working right now, so I've been driving with the windows down. Unfortunately, my shoulder length hair whips around making it virtually impossible to drive. Not only is it a hazard, I resemble Phyllis Diller once I arrive to my destination.

Lately I've resorted to wearing a baseball cap while driving, which doesn't do much for my feminine side, even if it is pink.

I love the look of crocheted caps, but since I don't crochet very well (and feel like I'm cheating on knitting when I do crochet), my hope of having a cute, open weave summer cap was slim.

However, I finally found a knitted version that I was able to modify and VOILA! I present to you my "No More Blowing in the Wind" summer cap.




It's made from some leftover Egyptian cotton, but I like it so much that I'm making another one from some pink ribbon.

So now I have to find another excuse when I arrive at my destination looking like a hot mess.

Powerless

Last night, once again, we lost power for no apparent reason. Who knows why, but the electricity situation is more unstable here than anywhere I've ever lived.

We tried to make the most of the situation; however, it's sort of hard to make the most of it being pitch black, no water, and no toilets (because we are on a well and when there is no power, there is no water).

We spent a couple of hours sitting on the porch talking and enjoying a few drinks. Eventually, we decided to give it up and just go to bed.

At which time the lights immediately came back on.

It appears that the power company really DOES have a sense of humor.